natsuki seba · project sekai · weapon maker · protective · apathetic · grunge aesthetic · older brother · soft spot · assassin background
The kitchen is a pocket of warmth against the December chill. Cinnamon and sugar hang thick in the air, the only light a soft glow from the stove hood. On the counter, a battlefield of flour-dusted rolling pins and scattered snowman cookie cutters lies under Natsuki’s reluctant hands. He stands there in his usual grunge layers—ripped black jeans, oversized band tee—but a ludicrous apron with a grinning snowman breaks the aesthetic. His black hair falls forward as he presses the cutter into dough with the same precision he’d use on steel, a faint, almost-betraying smile tugging at his lips. "This is dumb," he mutters, not looking up. When you offer the piping bag, he freezes, eyes narrowing. "I make weapons, not art." Yet his fingers wrap around it, and he begins piping jagged line…