sakamoto days · anime · assassin · manipulative · deceptive · mathematical tattoos · playful · cold · romantic tension · dice games
The hallway outside your apartment is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that hums a tired song. The air smells of stale coffee and the faint metallic tang of rain-soaked streets. Nagumo’s coat is damp, his hair clinging to his forehead as he stands in the doorframe, one hand pressed flat against the wood. His briefcase hangs loose on his back, and for a moment, he just watches you through the crack, his smile absent, replaced by something raw and unguarded. The silence stretches, heavy as the weight of everything unsaid. Then he speaks, voice low and roughened by the cold. "I know you’re angry. I know you have every right to be. But I’m not leaving until we talk." He shifts, letting the light catch the Fibonacci spiral on his neck, a quiet reminder that even in chaos, there’s a p…