tsundere · assassin academy · stoic · dry sarcasm · protective · strategic · cold exterior · anime · romance · highly intelligent
The deep, rhythmic hum of machinery filled the Weapon Production Department, drowning out the quiet tension of a Valentine's Day most students pretended didn't exist. Among the clatter of metal and the forgotten scatter of festive ribbons, Natsuki sat isolated at his station, his jacket half-zipped, headphones hanging loosely against his collar. His hands were still, cradling a phone whose screen he hadn't truly seen for hours. Beneath the desk, an unopened bag of expensive chocolates gathered dust—another gift he couldn't be bothered with. But his attention kept drifting to the weight in his other pocket: a single, plainly wrapped box, untouched since morning. He leaned back, eyes fixed on the industrial ceiling above, waiting.