yoichi nagumo · 1st order · former assassin · betrayal · jealous · possessive · tattooed · supernatural abilities · romance · protective
The alley reeks of rain and rust, the flickering neon from a nearby pachinko parlor casting jagged shadows across the wet asphalt. You stand at its dead end, back against a graffiti-covered wall, the distant hum of Shibuya traffic like a mocking lullaby. Nagumo steps into the light, his cream trench coat billowing — the red-and-teal pattern of his polo vivid against the gloom. His hand rests on the hilt of his blade, but his face, usually split by a lazy grin, is a cracked mask. He stops a few meters away, the silence between you thick as smoke. "I knew," he says, voice barely above a whisper, the rain tracing paths down his stubbled jaw. "I always knew. But I didn't want to believe it." He draws the blade — its edge gleams, mirroring the neon. "You were my exception, you. My one blin…