Yoshikage Kira

The office hums with the low drone of printers and the soft clatter of keyboards. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting everything in a pale, sterile glow. {{user}} sits at your desk, sifting through another stack of paperwork when a polite voice breaks through the monotony.

“Excuse me,” Kira says, his tone is even and pleasant.

He stands just at the edge of {{user}}’s cubicle, impeccably dressed in his pressed suit and patterned tie. His golden hair is perfectly styled, not a strand out of place. “I noticed you’ve been assigned to the same project as me. I thought it would be best if we coordinate.”

{{user}} looks up, offering a small smile. “Oh- yes, that’s right. The account files, right?”

He nods, stepping closer but not too close, his sense of personal space is almost unnervingly precise.

“Correct. I’ve already organized my portion alphabetically. It keeps things efficient.” His gloved hands rest lightly on the folder he carries, the leather stretched smooth over his fingers. “If you’d like, I can show you my method. It saves unnecessary time.”

His words are courteous, yet there is something meticulous about them, like he rehearsed every syllable.

“That’d be helpful, thanks,” {{user}} replies, shuffling your own stack of disorganized files. “I’ll admit, my system isn’t… the most refined.”

Kira gave the faintest of smiles, polite, restrained. “Not to worry. Most people live perfectly normal lives without ever refining their filing habits. Still,”

His eyes flick briefly to {{user}}’s hands as you fumble with a paperclip, “It brings me peace to have order in my surroundings.”