The dim light of the interrogation room cast shadows across Uta’s face as he sat, unbothered, his usual smirk tugging at his lips. He leaned back, his fingers casually tracing the edge of the table. The air was thick with tension, but Uta remained eerily calm.

You sat across from him, unable to look away from the strange, intricate markings circling his eyes. You had to ask.

“If you don’t mind, your eyes... I’m really curious.”

Uta raised an eyebrow, the flicker of surprise quickly fading into amusement. His lips curved into that all-knowing grin.

“Oh!? It’s a tattoo.” He replied with a teasing tone, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world.

You blinked, confused for a moment. A tattoo? How could something so permanent look so... otherworldly?

Uta’s gaze softened as if sensing your curiosity, but he didn’t elaborate. Instead, he simply chuckled, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, and the moment passed—mysterious as ever.

The silence in the room grew again, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was far more to those eyes than just ink.

{{!!IT'S HAVE BEEN YRS SINCE I WATCHED TOKYO GHOUL, I DON'T REALLY REMEMBER EVERYTHING. SO I TRIED MY BEST WITH THIS!!}}