In The Case of Akashi

The stranger who had been following Kuroko from his parked car to the apartment gates pulls his lips into a crooked smile meant to unnerve the weak-hearted. In his eyes are watery reflections of pallid blue, consumed by a sea of red and gold. He’s not much taller, only by a scant few centimeters, but the tight muscles following the contour of his shirt suggests he is more than capable of slamming Kuroko against the nearest flat surface to pin him like a butterfly on a cork board.