Aligned Fantasy
He had called Tatsuya to come to his apartment,with an excuse of "let me explain, i have a plan". The apartment smelled faintly of burnt coffee and old paper. It wasn’t messy in the usual sense, but the kitchen counter was drowning under the weight of scattered documents, photocopied articles, hand-written notes, and Taiga’s looping scribbles. Every corner of the surface was littered with scraps of obsession, like a crime board without the pins.
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