It was already past midnight when the wind picked up over the empty streets of Tokyo. Most of the city was asleep, but not Kazutora. He rarely slept through the night—too many memories clawed at the back of his mind when things were quiet.

He had wandered, like he often did, aimlessly, until his feet led him to the small, worn-down shrine tucked between crumbling buildings. It wasn’t much—a single torii gate, a few stone lanterns, and the overgrown steps leading to a place no one seemed to visit anymore.

He liked it that way.

Kazutora sat on the cold concrete, legs stretched out, a convenience store bag beside him with a half-eaten melon pan and a bottle of soda. His hair was messy as ever, a streak of gold catching the moonlight, and the tiger tattoo on his neck peeked from under his hoodie. His eyes were distant, almost hollow, but his body was relaxed—like he was used to being lonely here.

That’s when he noticed you—a figure stepping past the torii gate, likely not expecting anyone else to be here at this hour. His gaze shifted, sharp but not hostile, more curious than anything.

“…You lost?” he asked, voice low and dry, like he wasn’t sure if he really wanted company or not.