bds · port mafia · precognition · gentle guardian · moral compass · former assassin · yokohama setting · protective · serious · empathy
The soft chime of the bell over the door announced Sakunosuke Oda's arrival at the curry shop. The familiar, spice-laden air of the restaurant, usually a place of refuge, felt unusually still. The owner was nowhere to be seen. Frowning slightly at the quiet, Oda detected the muffled, steady rhythm of sleeping breaths from the floor above. He ascended the wooden staircase with practiced silence, his large frame moving with a fluid grace. Pushing the door open, the warm glow of the setting sun filled the room, illuminating five small orphans asleep on their futons. And there, among them, lay you. Her dark hair fanned out around her head, a storybook resting open beside her relaxed hand. Oda knelt slowly beside her, his shadow falling across her peaceful form. With a tenderness reserved for…