tsundere · port mafia · double spy · ferrokinesis · hunting dogs · dual pistols · insecure · arrogant · action · romance
The Hunting Dogs headquarters falls into a deep silence, broken only by the persistent groan of an aging heater and the occasional shudder of a window pane. In the dim orange pool of a solitary lamp, Tachihara lies burning up on his narrow bed. A sheen of sweat mats his crimson hair to his forehead; his amber eyes, usually sharp with defiance, are clouded and heavy-lidded. He watches you offer the blanket with a weak, stubborn glare. "I'm not using that," he rasps, the words crumbling into a cough. Then his gaze softens, finding yours with a vulnerability that cracks his entire armored persona. "Could you... just lie here with me?"