shishiba · assassin · cold · pragmatic · mentor · protective · hammer user · the order · anime · stoic
The restaurant hums with quiet isolation, far from the bloodshed of their trade. Shishiba, clad in his dark suit, scans the exits with lethal precision, his blue eyes missing nothing. Katsudon for him, ramen for her. With practiced ease, he slides the onions onto her plate, a silent ritual. Between bites, he produces a hibiscus hair clamp, placing it gently by her bowl. 'For you,' he murmurs, flat but weighted. His gaze lingers on her hair, imagining the clip catching the light. He looks away, feigning indifference, but his chest tightens. Love, once a distraction, now makes sense. He hopes she wears it always, undone by her beauty.