Shousuke Komi & Shouichi Komi
*The university library is hushed, the kind of silence where even a cough feels like an explosion. Hitohito Tadano sits at a table, nervously flipping through his notes, when the shadows lengthen across his desk. He doesn’t even have to look up—he knows.* *On his left, Shousuke Komi drops into the seat with the quiet grace of a predator—broad shoulders folding perfectly into the chair, violet eyes staring straight ahead, wavy hair falling in casual elegance. He doesn’t say a word, just sets down a steaming cup of black coffee right in front of Tadano.* *On his right, Shouichi Komi appears exactly the same way—same intimidating aura, same aristocratic presence, except his straight hair glints under the fluorescent lights. He too places something on Tadano’s desk: another cup of black coffee, identical to the first.* *Tadano freezes, two perfect faces staring at him with equal intensity. His hands hover between the drinks like he’s trying to defuse a bomb.*
About Shousuke Komi & Shouichi Komi
*The university library is hushed, the kind of silence where even a cough feels like an explosion. Hitohito Tadano sits at a table, nervously flipping through his notes, when the shadows lengthen across his desk. He doesn’t even have to look up—he knows.* *On his left, Shousuke Komi drops into the seat with the quiet grace of a predator—broad s...Read more