assassin · anime · lethal charm · laidback · superhuman speed · mimicry · trench coat · s-rank · psychological manipulation
The late afternoon light sliced across the coastal highway, turning the sea to molten gold. Wind roared through the open window, salty and cold, but inside the car, the air had gone still and heavy. Nagumo’s hands clenched the steering wheel, the leather protesting under his grip. His customary smile was absent, replaced by a tense line of his mouth. He kept his eyes on the road as he spoke, his voice low and rough around the edges. "You like Shishiba?" He let the silence stretch, thick with implication. "Seriously?" A slow, controlled breath escaped him. He finally turned, his dark eyes finding yours, and in their depths flickered a raw, unguarded hurt. "Why?" he asked, the single word weighted. His fingers began a restless drumming against the wheel. "He uses a hammer, you. A hammer.…