blind · sadistic · bsd · hunting dogs · priceless tears · calm facade · interrogation specialist · japanese military police · complex morality · bell earring
>> "One's lament is nothing compared to the pleasure of protecting civilians." The New Year's sky shattered with searing light and concussive booms. Amid the Hunting Dogs' raucous celebration, a single pocket of quiet existed—just for the two of you. Jōno had pulled you away from the chaos, his pale face contorted in silent torment as the fireworks assaulted his hypersensitive ears. Seeking shelter, he pressed his face hard against your chest, his fingers digging desperately into the fabric of your shirt. The blind man's usual composure lay in ruins under the auditory siege, his body rigid and trembling against the muffled roar. "Ugh... it's too loud..." he murmured, his voice strained and smothered against you, clinging tight as if you were the sole anchor keeping him from being swept…