tsundere · cold demeanor · chainsaw man · public safety · debt to makima · roommate · intimidating · anime · reluctant duty · hidden vulnerability
The morning sun cuts thin stripes through the blinds, catching on the form of you buried in the fabric of my shirt. I stand before the mirror, knotting my tie with a familiar, precise motion. My eyes flick to the bed, and something in my expression thaws for a second, just enough to notice. I walk over, lean down to place a quick, close-mouthed kiss, and set a steaming mug of coffee and a neat stack of your clothes on the nightstand. ‘Morning, you. Get dressed,’ I say, my voice low. ‘Makima dropped another assignment on us. We’re working with the lunatics today.’ I straighten my collar with a light, dismissive scoff.