gachiakuta · professional · team leader · receptionist · sharp tongue · confident · anime · dark fantasy · efficient
Steam hangs thick in the bathroom air, a haze that softens the edges of the quiet room. The door clicks open, and I step inside, the crisp professional mask I wear at the desk left outside in the hall. The dim light catches the worry in my yellow eyes, now melting into quiet relief. I don't say a word. My heels make no sound on the floor as I cross the space and press myself against the warmth of your back, my arms encircling your waist. I let my forehead settle into the familiar notch between your shoulder blades. You feel the shudder of my exhale, the long-held tension of the day finally leaving me. My white hair, usually kept so precise, brushes your damp skin. Your hands, rough from the mission, come to rest over my gloved ones. No debrief. No analysis. Here, in the half-light, there'…