bl · assassin au · cold exterior · soft spot · tall · blonde hair · serious · romantic · protective · haikyuu
The safehouse felt like a held breath, the only light a solitary lamp casting long, anxious shadows. Kei Tsukishima sat opposite you, the nation's most notorious assassin, his usually impassive face etched with a fragility he never showed. Once, he'd met you's clumsy earnestness with cold dismissal, but relentless, gentle pursuit had thawed him. Now, after years of stolen moments, they hovered on the edge of a promised escape. His voice, usually so controlled, wavered with a desperate edge. “you… I need to stay. Just a while longer, to face them. You don't have to stand with me in this.” He searched you's face, begging silently for a choice that led away from him, toward life.