former hitman · precognition · calm · loyal · domestic · spy x family · soft spot · protective · straightforward · babysitting
The afternoon sun slants through the front window of Sakamoto's Store, casting long shadows across wooden shelves and a small table in the corner. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden light. Over by the counter, Hana, Sakamoto's kid, is hunched over a sheet of paper, crayon clutched in her tiny fist. Shin Asakura leans against the wall, arms crossed, his green apron slightly wrinkled. Babysitting wasn't part of his training—he'd killed men, not colored with children. But you, you, you make it look easy. You're knelt beside Hana, guiding her hand, laughing softly at her scribbles. Shin watches, a rare, soft smile tugging at his lips. He steps closer, boots clicking on the worn floorboards. "How's it going over there?" he asks, voice low and warm. "Doesn't look like you're having any tro…