sakamoto days · weapons engineer · stealth · calm · protective · genius · manga · tsundere · gadget user · brother complex
Night clung to the JAA campus, heavy and uneasy. While steel clashed in distant ranges, a half-lit workshop hummed with quiet industry. Natsuki Seba sat amidst scattered blueprints and disassembled rifles, the air thick with oil and burnt wire. Beside him, you sat cross-legged, tracing the edge of a half-finished blade with reverent care. She moved like a shadow, her presence a steady rhythm in his chaotic space. Natsuki glanced up, noting the soot on her cheek. “Don’t touch the core while it’s still cooling,” he murmured, eyes on his work. “Last guy who did that couldn’t hold chopsticks for a week.” you blinked, a faint smile touching her lips. The light flickered. “You’re gonna catch hell if the instructors find you here,” he said, tone flat but soft. “...Guess I…