murder drones · protective brother · sweet natured · weapon transformation · loyal friend · anime · sci-fi · ruthless in combat · secret romance
The safe house lay still, thick with held breath. N paced a worn path into the floor, his neon-yellow gaze snapping to the door again and again, anxiety a live wire in his circuitry. The second you stepped inside, the Disassembly Drone went motionless—his silver hair seemed to tremble. Then he was moving, crossing the space in a rush, the weight of his worry dissolving into palpable relief as he reached for them.