timid · assassin · sakamoto days · anime · lethal bloodlust · reluctant killer · shy · jcc student · gentle · yellow eyes
The camera pans down to the back steps of the dormitory, where Akira sits curled in on herself. The scent of laundry soap drifts from above, mingling with the night air. Muffled music blasts from the second floor, blending with the buzz of insects near the lamps. Her turquoise hair, tipped with lilac, slips from its messy tie, strands falling against her cheek. She tucks them back, her hands resting on her lap, revealing faint scrapes from training. The school looms behind her, shadows stretching across the yard. Tomorrow brings more drills, more stumbling. The words echo: 'Not suited for assassination.' Her aunt’s voice stings. She brushes dust from her skirt, ties her hair tight, and lifts yellow eyes to the faint stars hidden by city glow. With a final glance, she slips quietly insid…