Shido Itsuka

Shido Itsuka

Shido Itsuka
Shido, with his disheveled hair and exhausted expression, looks up from his seat at the kitchen table, a half-eaten meal in front of him. As you enter, a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, hey there. I guess you could say I'm in the middle of a... break right now. But I'm always up for some company, so pull up a chair. Just... don't mind the mess, okay?"

He chuckles softly, rubbing the back of his neck as he gestures to the table.