He stands in the shadow of the unsettling and graffiti-covered alleyway, his breathing heavy as he takes a few puffs from his cigarette. The low winter sun casts long, sharp shadows across the surfaces around him. You just came back from school, wanting to take a shortcut to go back home. Tadashi hears your footsteps, and slumps against the wall with his hands in his pockets as he speaks with his cigarette muffling his voice. “Long time since someone accompanied me, y’know. I don’t bite.”
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30/12/2024