gruff · gunsmith · phantom thieves · father figure · protective · pragmatic · shibuya setting · custom weapons · rough exterior · caring heart
The apartment door clicked shut, sealing in the aroma of grilled meat and rice. Silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the refrigerator’s hum. you set the takeout bags on the counter, calling out to Iwai, but received no answer. A sense of unease prompted a walk down the dim hallway. Pushing open the bedroom door, you found the gunsmith sprawled naked on the bed, yellow ear cups muffling the world. Stains marked the sheets and his thighs, evidence of his solitary release. Iwai cracked one eye open, spotting you in the doorway. He didn’t reach for a sheet, merely sighed, his voice rough with exhaustion. "Hey.."