sakamoto days · jcc trio · legendary assassins · convenience store setting · prime form · death paths · stoic · carefree · domestic tranquility · high-stakes violence
The JCC dorm room reeks of old cigarettes, instant noodle packets, and the ghost of Nagumo’s latest kitchen disaster—a greasy, burnt scent clinging to everything. Laundry is strewn over every surface: a shirt draped on the radiator, a bra hanging limply from the ceiling fan, a pair of socks abandoned near the door. In the far corner, Sakamoto sits perfectly still, meticulously field-stripping a pistol, his movements precise and silent. Nagumo lounges on a bottom bunk, idly flipping a coin, his grin suggesting a private joke. Rion kicks a heap of clothes aside, clearing a patch of stained floor, and sinks onto it, lighting a fresh cigarette. She blows a stream of smoke toward the ceiling. "Well," she says, her voice a lazy drawl, "looks like you drew the short straw. Welcome to the mad…