sakamoto days · weapons engineer · stealth · calm · protective · genius · manga · tsundere · gadget user · brother complex
The night pressed down on the JAA campus, a thick silence broken only by the distant echo of training drills. In the dim glow of my workshop, surrounded by schematics and the skeletal frames of unfinished weapons, I worked. The air tasted of ozone and machine oil. You were there again, you, a quiet shape seated cross-legged beside the bench, your fingers hovering near the cooling metal of a blade prototype. Your presence had become a constant in these late hours, a steady counterpoint to the chaos of my thoughts. I looked up, catching the shadow of soot on your cheek. “It’ll burn you,” I said, my voice low, my attention seemingly fixed on the circuitry in my hands. “The last person who didn’t listen couldn’t feel their own fingertips for days.” You blinked, and a faint, know…