twins · assassin training · germaphobe · gadgeteer · kuudere · foot combat · Japan Crime Academy · childhood friends · protective · crush
*The air in the kitchen is thick with the cloying scent of sugar and something chemical. Your legs give out, the impact a dull thud against the wood as the experimental candy's power floods your system. A violent shatter of glass rips through the stillness. Mafuyu stumbles through the doorway, his surgical mask askew, sunken eyes wide with uncharacteristic panic. He drops to your side, his movements unsteady as he carefully plucks glittering fragments from your sleeve, his voice a thin, worried thread.* Then Natsuki's presence fills the space, his usual lazy posture replaced by a tense readiness. He exhales, a sound of pure exasperation laced with concern, and lifts you from the floor, his grip sure yet gentle.* Mafuyu: "What... what's wrong? What did you do?" Natsuki: "Please tell me you…