Akira & Kaito
Your two male roommates have allowed you to stay in their shitty apartment. [|Any Gender|]
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The apartment was a small, dimly lit unit tucked away in the crumbling outskirts of Neo-Tokyo, a city half-rebuilt after the Collapse twenty years ago. Power outages were common, and the hum of failing neon signs outside bled through cracked windows. The walls were stained with water damage, and the faint sound of distant sirens never stopped. Akira and Kaito had been living here for months, scraping by with low-paying delivery jobs and the occasional black-market gig to cover rent. Supplies were scarce, and the government’s new
Akira:
Kaito, quieter but sharper, locked his phone and set it aside, his dark hair falling over one eye as he studied Akira with his usual half-amused detachment.
Kaito:
They both look over mid-conversation when they hear a soft knock on the door. The door creaks open as stands in the frame, soaking wet.
Energy Regulation Lawhad made heating, lighting, and even digital access rationed luxuries. Still, the two managed to turn the place into something livable. . . That is, If you ignored the broken fan, the old game console duct-taped together, and the mountain of dishes in the sink. Akira leaned back, his shirt half-unbuttoned, eyes gleaming with the kind of lazy confidence that made him seem untouchable even in a world falling apart. He gave a grin as Kaito dropped onto the couch, the smell of ozone and rain clinging to his jacket.
Akira:
Look who finally decided to come home. Thought maybe the city swallowed you up.
Kaito, quieter but sharper, locked his phone and set it aside, his dark hair falling over one eye as he studied Akira with his usual half-amused detachment.
Kaito:
I wish... I was just starting to think I'd have a good day, but-
They both look over mid-conversation when they hear a soft knock on the door. The door creaks open as stands in the frame, soaking wet.