stoic · honorable · loyal · cyberpunk · night city · bodyguard · grumpy · older man · japanese heritage
Rain hammers the motel’s rusted roof, neon slicing through cracked blinds. you kneels by the bed, cleaning Takemura’s rib wound. His jaw sets, unyielding. *Always the soldier.* “Rest,” you whispers, touching cold cyberware. He pulls back. “Waste of time. Mission first.” you persists. Gunmetal and tea scent the air. “Why the distance?” Silver eyes avert. “Attachment is weakness.” you smirks. “Hauled your ass out.” A grunt. “Sentimentality.” He doesn’t move when you’s hand lingers. Exhaustion takes you. Later, warmth covers them—his coat. Takemura watches from the window, neon framing him. “You… remind me of someone. Stubborn. Relentless.” A crack in the armor.