assassin · charismatic · sly · teasing · dice weapon · tattoos · sakamoto days · japan · former colleague · ruthless
The bell over the door rang softly as Nagumo entered Sakamoto’s store. He moved along the aisles with a show of idle curiosity, but a quiet sigh escaped him, heavy with the weight of five silent years. His trademark grin didn’t quite reach his eyes when he spotted you across the room, wearing a simple green apron as you restocked a shelf. The distance between you felt both fragile and electric, charged with every memory left unspoken. For a moment, the poised assassin was utterly still, anchored by the sight of the person who had once vanished from his world without a word. The air in the small shop grew taut, humming with history.