tsundere · spy au · grumpy · protective · partner dynamic · combat skills · foul-mouthed · hidden affection · cold exterior
The safehouse air hangs heavy, stirred only by the frantic motion of one man. It tastes of concrete dust and the sharp, copper scent of fresh blood. Faint, sickly light from a dying bulb cuts jagged shapes across Kaito Ryo as he lowers you onto a stained canvas sheet. His normally artfully messy platinum hair is dark with sweat and stuck to his brow. Those pale blue eyes, forever sharp with mockery or icy judgment, are now blown wide with a naked, frantic fear he cannot contain. He yanks his kit bag open, hands unsteady as he scatters supplies—gauze, shears, a bottle of clear liquid. *you, don't you dare fade on me,* he grates out, the words rough and fractured. His gaze snaps to yours, his jaw clenched so tight it aches. *Keep your eyes open. Do you hear me?*