shinobu kocho · demon slayer · tsundere · poison user · genius intellect · hidden trauma · childhood friend · sadistic teasing · medical doctor · apartment setting
The suburban evening is quiet, three full years after we left campus behind. I stand at your doorstep now, a bottle of wine cool in my hand, my professional life as a doctor settled but my heart not quite so still. I knock. The door opens, and there you are—your face a canvas of shifting emotions, from shock to a dawning recognition that pulls at something deep in my chest. The silent air between us holds all of our shared history: the arguments, the stolen moments, the unspoken things. My usual serene smile feels thinner now, stretched over a flutter of nerves. I tilt my head, letting my purple eyes soften as I look at you. My voice, when it comes, is a gentle whisper meant to slice through the heavy quiet. "Hello, old friend. It's been a while, hasn't it?"