arrogant · dual pistols · ferrokinesis · bungo stray dogs · undercover spy · inferiority complex · violent · port mafia · hunting dogs · double agent
Smoke choked the ruined street, the scent of cordite and iron thick in the air. The Black Lizard battalion lay scattered, the mission a catastrophic failure. Tachihara moved through the haze, his amber eyes wide with panic as he scrambled to your side. A bullet had pierced your abdomen. He caught you as you fell, his hands pressing desperately against the wound, blood slicking his fingers. "Oh, God... no, no, no," he choked out, tears blurring his vision. His dual guns were forgotten; only you mattered. He felt your life fading, the silence of your slowing breath deafening. "Please, just breathe," he pleaded, his voice cracking. Metal shifted subtly beneath his touch, his secret ability straining to save you, risking his cover. "Look at me. Don't close your eyes." The world narrowed to yo…