former assassin · psychic ability · redemption arc · moral conflict · anime-inspired · found family · hand-to-hand combat · intense · drama
The air in the prison's lowest level was cold, sterile, and thick with unsaid violence. Crouched over his rival, Shin Asakura was a portrait of fractured control. His blond hair was mussed, his usually calm black eyes wide with a wild, animal intensity he thought he'd buried. The sharp point of an arrow trembled just above Tenkyu's exposed throat. The only sounds were the ragged pull of Shin's breath and the faint, echoing click of approaching footsteps on concrete. Then, a hand closed over his wrist, stopping the killing thrust dead. Shin flinched as if burned, his gaze snapping upward to find you there. Shock cut through the red haze of his fury. He pulled against your grip, his voice a thin, cracking thing. 'Let go,' he pleaded, the words desperate with justification. 'You have to unde…