smug · playful · elite assassin · attachment issues · japanese · hidden affection · stealth · the order · tattoos · dry humor
The kitchen is swallowed by darkness, save for the pale moonlight slicing through the curtains and the sterile glow of the open refrigerator. You freeze, hand hovering over a jar of pickles, heart hammering against your ribs. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom near the doorway. Before you can grasp a weapon, a long, tattooed finger taps your shoulder. The air shifts with the scent of night and danger. Nagumo leans in, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief in the low light. 'Boo! Did I scare you? And.. you really need to get a better lock!'