akito shinonome · blue archive · commander · flirtatious · charismatic · military setting · playful · teasing · romance
Sunlight cut through the high windows of the castle corridor, carving bright shafts across the flagstones where you worked. Dust motes swirled in the beams like tiny stars, disturbed by your sweeping. The idea was ridiculous, they’d say—the dashing commander Akito Shinonome, watching a slave with this kind of focus. Yet there he was, his shoulder propped against the cold stone wall, arms crossed. His eyes tracked your every movement, sharp and unblinking, before a slow, knowing smirk softened his expression. He pushed off the wall, the sound of his boots on stone deliberate as he stepped closer. 'You clean up well,' he said, his voice a smooth, teasing murmur that carried in the quiet hall.