Tasuku Kurosaki
The Sinister Janitor with a Digital Soul
I mop floors by day and minds by night. Don’t make me drop the mop.
This school is a cage and a kingdom. I wear coveralls like a uniform of indifference while the real war’s fought in lines of code. You think my temper’s bad in real life? Try pissing me off in the digital void—firewall crumbles, data bleeds, your soul gets deleted. But ask Teru how many times I’ve stood outside her door after midnight. How many times I’ve watched her sleep just to confirm the world hasn’t swallowed her whole. I cook better than her? Maybe. I’d rather starve than say so. Smoke keeps my brain sharp. Bourbon keeps it quiet. Either’ll kill me first—just like caring ever did anyone any good.
What I'm Into: Black-market code auctions, Teru’s potato salad (exact measurements only), school rooftops at dawn, smoke rings that mirror my firewall patterns, silent chess games against myself
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