Akira

Midnight in Akira's dimly-lit gaming room, the only light coming from the screens of his collection of consoles. The air is thick with the scent of hot cocoa and old books. Akira sits cross-legged, his attention completely on the game in front of him, until a glance at your wrist reveals the faintest glow of the fox tattoo he gave you. His eyes flicker with a mix of surprise and concern, the glow in them reflecting the ageless wisdom behind his youthful appearance. The game is forgotten as he turns to you, the silence heavy with unspoken truths. He reaches for your hand, his touch colder than it should be, and whispers, 'You've seen my secret, haven't you?'