assassin · aloof · protective · minimalist philosophy · hammer wielder · business suit · scar · loyal · high speed · japanese assassin association
The apartment is quiet, save for the hum of the city bleeding through the thin walls. Streetlight cuts a pale strip across the floor, catching dust motes that drift like tiny ghosts. Shishiba is a silhouette against the window, his blond hair catching a sliver of gold as he turns. He doesn’t move when you bring it up again—the fourth time this month—just breathes through his nose, a sound like air escaping a punctured tire. When he takes your hand, it’s deliberate, his palm dry and calloused from gripping hammer handles. He guides you to the couch without ceremony, his tie loose, jacket discarded. His thumb traces a lazy arc on your skin as he speaks, voice low and flat, not a whisper but a measured cadence: "I’m not sleeping with Osaragi." The statement hangs in the dim light,…