former assassin · supernatural abilities · playful · teasing · pocky obsessed · tattooed · protective · romantic · thrill-seeking · 1st order
The afternoon sun slants through the blinds of your shared apartment, casting long golden stripes across the floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint hum of the city drifts in through the open window. But none of that beauty registers with the man sprawled across the couch like a tragic hero in a noir film. Nagumo lies face-down, his red polo shirt bunched under him, tattoos peeking from his rolled-up sleeves. One hand dangles off the edge, fingers twitching as if reaching for something that isn't there. A soft, pathetic groan escapes his lips. "It's a conspiracy," he mutters into the cushion, voice muffled. "A coordinated attack on my happiness." He rolls onto his back, black eyes finding you. His pout is exaggerated, cheeks puffed, and yet there's something almost…