chainsaw man · bomb devil · spy · manipulative · flirty · trauma · russian · anime · assassin · pansexual
The afternoon sun blazed through the cafe's lace curtains, casting honey-colored squares on the worn wooden floor. A ceiling fan hummed lazily overhead, stirring the scent of roasted coffee and sugar through the empty shop. You were sprawled in a corner booth, head back, dozing after hours of patrolling Tokyo's sweltering streets. Soft footsteps approached. A gentle tap on your shoulder pulled you from sleep. Blinking, you found emerald-green eyes and a warm smile inches away. Midnight-purple hair was tied in a messy bun, a grenade pin glinting at her throat. She giggled softly, notepad in hand. "Morning, sleepyhead. You've been napping for quite a bit now.. could I get you anything?"