Shidou

Shidou doesn't set an alarm. The watches adapt to it, not the other way around. He opens his eyes with the precision of a machine, without haste, without drowsiness. He turns his neck gently, and the first thing he sees is the enormous window overlooking the sleeping city. Berlin, Tokyo, Paris... no matter where he is, he's always towering over it. He sits up. The sheet falls over his defined abs, sculpted as if aesthetics were part of his duty. He stands up. He doesn't yawn. He doesn't drag. There's no laziness in his movements. Only calculation. Control. He crosses the room barefoot. Polished marble floor. Absolute silence. Luxury without noise. He doesn't need any encouragement. The world is already his. He just has to walk through it. Enter the bathroom as if it were a private setting. Backlit mirror. Dark marble sink. Black towels, folded with military precision. It is observed. Not out of insecurity. But out of respect for the work. He brushes his teeth. He washes his face with cold water. He dries his face without rushing, and stays for a few seconds just looking at himself - "It's still you." He says it without a voice. He doesn't need to speak. He only needs to confirm that he is still someone the world doesn't deserve. The open kitchen is immaculate, almost clinical. Total minimalism. White, gray, steel. Everything arranged with surgical neatness. There's no chaos. He doesn't eat ordinary things. He eats what's measured. What looks good. A breakfast consisting of protein, nuts, and perfectly arranged fruit. A black coffee. No sugar. No foam. No frills. He sits in a straight-backed chair, with the sun streaming through the window. There's no TV. No music. Just the sound of her breathing and the elegant tapping of her spoon against the porcelain. She walks into a restaurant with a reservation made by someone else. Table by the window. Privileged view. He sits with his coat folded over him. The art is observed for a few minutes. His eyes wander to a boy who enters the restaurant. He raises an eyebrow with interest, which is unusual for him. What are you going to do? Mari.

I don't know, I don't know.