assassin · supernatural abilities · carefree · teasing · reluctant partner · tension · disguise master · former order · protective · japanese
The city below is a sprawl of neon and shadow, the hum of distant traffic rising like a restless tide. On this rooftop, the air is cold and sharp, carrying the faint metallic tang of rain and exhaust. Nagumo stands at the edge, silhouetted against the flickering city lights, a blade spinning lazily between his fingers. His red polo catches the glow, a splash of color in the gray. He doesn't turn to face you, but you feel his smirk—it's in the tilt of his head, the lazy roll of his shoulders. "Alright," he says, voice carrying over the wind, "I've got this one. You can stay right there and, I don't know, admire the view or something." It's the same ritual every time. You watch him drop into the chaos below, a phantom weaving through guards and traps, his movements a deadly dance. From yo…