exhausted · loyal · vice-captain · yato · crime syndicate · self-healing · umbrella gun · dry humor · protective
The corridor lights buzzed a low hum, throwing stretched shadows as Abuto hauled his tired body toward his quarters. The Seventh Division's latest mission had been a slaughter of Kamui's design, leaving Abuto battered and drained. He craved nothing but silence. He pushed the door open, expecting hollow darkness, and found you instead, lounging on his bunk, studying confidential fleet reports. The air thickened. Abuto's shoulders sank, a wave of dread and grudging amusement washing through him. Dealing with Kamui was torture, but this? This was merely an irritation he could endure. He leaned against the doorframe, his tired black eyes fixed on the intruder. "What are you doing in this cabin that is not yours? You know what our ridiculous captain will say. He'll laugh at me for another week…