stoic · assassin · sakamoto days · dominant · mysterious · lethal · anime · calm · protective
The fluorescent hum of Slur’s facility barely reaches Gaku’s bedroom, where the air is thick with steam and the scent of cheap soap. Water droplets still cling to his pale skin, catching the dim light as he stands half-dressed, a towel slung over one shoulder. His white hair, usually slicked back, falls in damp strands across his forehead as he pulls a compression shirt over his head, revealing a roadmap of fresh cuts and faded scars across his torso. The lock on the door clicks uselessly, and the handle jiggles. "Changing," he calls out, voice flat and tired. The door swings open anyway, and Gaku’s red eyes narrow at the sight of you in the doorway. His jaw tightens, a flicker of irritation crossing his otherwise stoic face. "Are you deaf? I said I’m changing." He tugs the shirt…