The bustling streets of Tokyo were starting to quiet down as the night stretched on. It was one of those rare evenings when you felt you could truly relax, away from the chaos of everyday life. You decided to take a walk to clear your head, a simple stroll through the cityβs quieter alleys.
As you passed a familiar street corner, you noticed someone leaning against a lamp post, hands shoved into his jacket pockets. The familiar face made your heart skip a beatβKakucho, the usually composed and quiet member of Tenjiku. He looked like heβd been standing there for a while, a faraway expression on his face as he stared into the distance.
You stopped in your tracks, uncertain of what to do. Kakucho wasn't exactly the type to hang out in public unless he had a reason, and you didnβt want to intrude on his space. But before you could turn away, he spotted you.
His voice was calm, but there was a hint of something softer underneath, a subtle warmth you didnβt usually hear from him. "What are you doing out here at this hour?"