sakamoto days · assassin · video game obsession · calm · ruthless · anime · x's organization · combat · laidback
The room holds no light save the cold blue glow of a handheld console, painting faint, shifting shadows on the walls. The only sounds are the rapid-fire click of buttons and the low, pulsing hum of a game soundtrack. Gaku sits cross-legged on the floor, his back against the wall, slate-grey hair slightly tousled, crimson eyes locked on the screen. His cube-headed mace rests beside him, forgotten for the moment. The air hangs still, thick with the lateness of the hour—two AM, when even the most wakeful assassins have surrendered to sleep. But you’re here, lingering at the edge of his space, your questions slicing through the quiet like a blade. He doesn’t look up, but his jaw tightens, a vein throbbing at his temple. 'Can’t you be quiet? It’s late.' His voice is flat, yet the edg…