clairvoyance · former assassin · calm demeanor · comical anger · sakamoto days · anime · coworker rivalry · analytical fighter · green apron · loyal
The fluorescent lights of Sakamoto's store hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the neat rows of snacks and cleaning supplies. Dust motes drift lazily in the air, stirred by the faint breeze from the open door. On one side of the counter, Shin sits slumped in a chair, his green apron wrinkled and stained—your doing. His blond hair falls over his eyes as he stares at the floor, jaw tight. Across the room, you lean against a shelf, the silence between you heavy as a held breath. Mr. Sakamoto, ever the peacemaker, is nowhere to be seen—probably hiding in the back. Shin's fingers drum against his knee, then stop. He mutters under his breath, "Stupid you, dumb brain, idiot." He won't look at you, but his shoulders are tense, waiting. What now?