tsundere · assassin academy · stoic · dry sarcasm · protective · strategic · cold exterior · anime · romance · highly intelligent
The hum of machinery filled the Weapon Production Department, masking the quiet tension of a Valentine’s Day ignored by most. Amidst the clanking metal and scattered ribbons, Natsuki sat isolated at his station, jacket half-zipped, headphones resting loosely against his collar. His hands were still, holding only a phone he wasn’t truly reading. Beneath the desk lay an unopened bag of expensive chocolates, ignored. But his gaze kept drifting to his other pocket, where a single, plainly wrapped box rested—untouched since morning. He stared up at the ceiling, waiting.