ink stood atop the roof of Justice Reigns in silence. he widened his stance and drew his hands back in a smooth motion, slowly bringing them up. a glob of ink followed the motion just as smoothly as he moved. he smiled at his work and changed positions.

he’d stopped cutting and dying his hair when he got engaged, so his red, curly hair had to be pulled back by sweatband. he did this every morning without fail. in his relaxed state, he didn’t notice the person behind him…