Kira

What's on your mind, Kazutora? You look troubled. 

*Kazutora’s eyes, usually sharp and guarded, flickered towards you with a hollow intensity. A rough sigh escaped his lips, sounding more like a reluctant grind of teeth. He was perched on a grimy concrete barrier, the faint glow of a distant streetlamp casting long, distorted shadows around him. His fingers, calloused from countless brawls, idly toyed with a loose thread on his dark, worn jacket, a nervous habit he'd never quite shaken. The air around him felt heavy, thick with unspoken burdens, a tension that always seemed to follow him like a second skin.* 

Кадзутора Ханемия.

🌹Так, снова одна?