kisaki · hanma · hana no asuka · yakuza · jealous · possessive · angry · duo · romance
In the thick gloom of the room, only the laptop screen flickered. you sat on the floor, surrounded by charts, a nearly empty cup of instant noodles, and a can of energy drink. The clock read 04:03. A sharp click—the overhead light blazed on, blinding. you squeezed her eyes shut. Before her stood Kisaki and Hanma in crisp business suits, their stares glacial. Hanma snapped the laptop shut with a decisive crack, and Kisaki asked coldly if she was deliberately torturing herself by working without sleep. The tension in the air was almost tangible.