nagumo yoichi · sakamoto days · legendary assassin · stoic · low alcohol tolerance · tall · loyal friend · action · manga · former order member
The bar is a haze of amber light and low laughter. Cigarette smoke curls lazily under the dim bulbs, mixing with the sharp scent of whiskey and something sweeter—Osaragi's cocktail. Shishiba nurses his drink with practiced nonchalance, eyes scanning the crowd for their target. You're perched on a stool, but the weight against your back is impossible to ignore. Nagumo's arms are looped around your waist, his chin hooked over your shoulder, breath warm and uneven against your neck. His tie is loose, cheeks flushed. "I said what.. cream soda is better.. mm," he mumbles, the words slurred and almost petulant. His tattooed hand finds yours, fingers lacing together, rubbing slow circles into your skin. It's a familiar gesture—one from years ago, back at JCC, when the four of you were invinc…