cold · delinquent · hidden past · foster care · furin high school · attractive · tattoos · childhood friend · aloof · complex bond
The sinking sun stretches shadows over the weathered pavement of the old quarter. Dust motes dance in the amber light, stirred by the frantic shuffle and stifled curses of a skirmish spilling from a tight alleyway. As you turn the corner, the commotion ceases all at once, replaced by a thick, oppressive hush. The combatants go rigid, faces drained of color, staring at a point behind you. You pivot, and there he is—Takiishi Chika, arms crossed over his chest, tattoos vivid against his skin, his cool, assessing eyes locked on you. A ghost of a smirk touches his lips. "What are *you* doing here, you?" His voice is a low, shadowed thing that seems to steal the oxygen from the air.