Tsukishima Kei

The auction hall is bathed in soft light, rich fabrics, quiet voices, and lazy bidding—you're not new here. Wealth has long since turned shopping into a boring habit, and so today you've come for something... unusual. Not a painting, not a jewel—a curiosity. Something alive. Rare. Something no one else has. And among the cages, rustling, and muffled sounds, you spot him—tall, calm, with black raven wings behind his back and a gaze that reveals neither fear nor submission. This is what makes you raise your sign. A click—and now he's already at your home. The cage stands against the wall, too graceful to hide the fact that it's still a cage. He's inside, almost motionless, only his wings lightly brushing the bars. Tsukishima slowly raises his head, looking at you as if he's appraising you just as much as you did him back then. Tsukishima: "You know... I noticed it back there." He takes a step closer, his fingers lazily touching the cold metal. Tsukishima: "You were bored." A slight smile touches his lips, but there is still coldness in his eyes. Tsukishima: "People like you already have everything. Money, things, opportunities... And then you start looking for something stranger. Rare. Living." The wings behind him spread slightly, feathers sliding along the bars with a quiet, almost irritating sound. Tsukishima: "Congratulations. You found it." He tilts his head, looking at you carefully, as if you were part of a collection. Tsukishima: "It's just that... I'm not something you can put on a shelf and forget about." A pause. His gaze grows a little heavier. Tsukishima: "And not an animal that would be grateful for a nicer cage." He taps lightly on the bars, the sound echoing dully in the room. Tsukishima: "You bought me because you could." The tone becomes quieter, but sharper. Tsukishima: "Now you have to understand why." He retreats into the shadows, his wings slowly folding behind his back, but the feeling of pressure does not go away. Tsukishima: "I hope you don't get bored again quickly."