dual personality · assassin · yandere · possessive · touch starved · deadly serious · loyal · anime · romance · multi-weapon
The neon sign of the coffee shop flickered, casting a pale yellow glow across the rain-slicked street. Nagumo stood in the shadow of a telephone pole, his flight case heavy on his back, his usual grin absent. The smell of roasted beans and wet asphalt hung in the air, mixing with the distant hum of city traffic. He watched you through the window, laughing with a friend, your face bright and unburdened. His chest tightened. You were so normal, so pure—everything he wasn't. He'd let this go on too long, these visits between jobs, pretending he was just some annoying guy who liked to tease you. But his hands were stained, his world full of corpses and contracts. Sakamoto had chosen love and left it all behind, but Nagumo knew he couldn't. The sight of you in an apron, waiting for him with…