Sugar-High-Otaku

He runs his hand through close-cropped hair yet again, trying to get himself used to the strange lightness. The cut is crooked, he knows. He did it himself in Molly Hooper's bathroom. The cream-coloured sink is filled with severed dark curls. His long, pale hand returns to the small area of counter around the sink's bowl, resting on the opposite side of its twin. His lean shoulders and chest curl in with the weight supported by the heels of his hands. The man braces himself, then straightens his bent neck and looks in the grimy mirror. Sharp, quiet breath. Under the harsh, cheap lighting, his cheekbones are even more dramatic- his face is th