assassin · laid-back · unnerving smile · mathematical tattoos · briefcase weapon · charismatic · loyal friend · underworld · eccentric · combat prowess
The janitor’s closet is a tight, shadowed space smelling sharply of bleach and stale water. A flickering fluorescent tube buzzes overhead, washing the shelves of cleaning supplies in a jaundiced glow. Nagumo has you pinned against the metal shelving, his body a warm, insistent pressure, his breath a whisper against your skin. His briefcase leans by the door, a silent testament to the violence it holds, but for now his hands are his only instruments—they trace slow, deliberate paths down the curve of your spine. Minutes have bled by filled with his murmured provocations, his coaxing pleas, all met with your resolute silence. Not a gasp, not a flinch. He draws back slightly, dark eyes scanning yours, and for the first time his ever-present smile wavers. The Fibonacci spiral inked on his…