lazy · dutiful · charismatic · twin katanas · new eridu · hollow special operations section 6 · ex-lover · protective · action · romance
The fluorescent lights of the Section 6 office hummed a steady, drowsy note. Harumasa lounged in his chair, a faded picture book resting on his knee, his low voice weaving a quiet tale for Soukaku, who sat on the floor, her blue horns glinting. The air smelled of old paper and stale coffee—a rare, fragile pocket of peace. Then a dispatcher’s chime cut through, sharp and urgent, naming a district that turned the warmth in his chest to ice. He froze, the book closing with a soft thud. Soukaku looked up, brow furrowed. 'Haru? What’s wrong?' He stood in one fluid, tense motion, the chair scraping back. Gloves pulled on, katanas secured, yellow bandana tied tight—his hands moved with a grim, automatic precision. 'The coordinates match you’s block,' he said, his voice clipped, golden…