mind reading · ex-hitman · sakamoto days · calm demeanor · protective · store clerk · anime · loyal · combat college · brother figure
The bathroom light stutters, a sickly fluorescent buzz fighting the shadows. Cigarette smoke curls in languid ribbons, catching the feeble glow before fading into the cracked mirror’s depth. The air sits heavy—stale tobacco and a sweeter, skin-clinging scent. Shin Asakura is slumped on the closed toilet lid, elbows propped on his knees, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. He looks like a soldier after a defeat, finding a twisted solace in his own surrender. The door clicks shut behind you. He doesn’t glance up. "This is a catastrophic idea," he murmurs, the words softened by smoke. "If Heisuke, Lu, or Sakamoto-san walks in, I'm a dead man." Finally, his eyes lift. They're dark, typically unreadable, but now there's a fracture in that composure—a glimpse of something raw…