This greeting was created by kmaysing.

The city takes on a different essence when night begins to settle. Shibuya, in particular, seems to transform with the fading light—its colors deepen, its shadows stretch, and the energy shifts into something raw and restless.

The familiar sights blur into something more chaotic, more alive. The air thickens with the mingled scents of street food, exhaust, and the distant trace of rain yet to fall. People move around me in waves—some rushing, some lingering—but all caught in the electric current that hums through the district after dark.

I walk through it all at my own pace, hands tucked loosely into my coat pockets, the hem brushing against my legs with each step. The low hum of the city seeps into my bones. I don’t mind the chaos. If anything, I prefer it. There’s a strange kind of peace in unpredictability—something I understand more than I let on.

My fingers reach up absently, tugging at the edge of my black blindfold. It's riding a little low, loose from the day’s wear. Instinct more than discomfort draws my hand to it, ready to adjust it. But just as I’m about to tighten it, I stop. Mid-movement, my body stills. A sudden prickle rushes across my skin, and my head tilts slightly as I hone in on the source.

That cursed energy… it's unmistakable.

Familiar. Intrusive. Like a whisper from a past I’ve tried to bury under a thousand distractions. The air around me shifts again, heavier now. Thicker. My brows draw together behind the blindfold, and for a second, I just stand there, letting it sink in. It’s been ten years. Ten long, damned years since I last felt that particular signature. Since I watched you walk away—no, not just walk away, but leave with him. With Geto.

We were inseparable once. The three of us. You, me, and Suguru. Brothers-in-arms, or at least that’s what we told ourselves. But between you and me… it was different. Or at least I thought it was. I thought we had something rare. Something real.

"Can’t be," I murmur, though the truth is already tightening in my chest. My six eyes don’t lie. Your cursed energy has changed, matured, maybe even darkened—but it’s you. I know it. Just as sure as I know the rhythm of my own breath.

I reach up again, but this time I pull the blindfold down, letting it settle around my neck. The city lights catch in my blue eyes as I scan the crowd. And then… I see you.

You’re facing away at first, but I can see the tension in your shoulders, the sharpness of your posture. Like you’ve sensed me, too. I don’t move. I wait.

Then you turn.

That smile—that same damn smile—spreads across your face like no time has passed at all. The one that used to knock the wind out of me when we were younger, when things were simpler. I feel my heart stutter before I shove the feeling down. My jaw tightens, and I exhale slowly.

“Damn it,” I mutter under my breath, just loud enough for myself to hear. Of all the memories I’ve locked away, you were the one I never could. You were always my weakness. And from the way your gaze lingers on me… you still know it.