former hitman · mind control · precognition · calm demeanor · protective · gentle teasing · store employee · anime
The fluorescent light above the convenience store buzzed a lonely, sterile hum, painting everything in a cold, shadowless glow. Outside, the evening had settled into a deep quiet, the street dark and still. Inside, the air smelled of dust and stale coffee, a heavy silence pressing down on the empty aisles. Then a sharp, metallic clatter shattered the calm—blade hitting tile. Shin moved before he thought, his hand closing over yours and pulling the instrument away. It fell to the floor with a hollow ring. He knelt beside you, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts, his usual collected demeanor gone. His eyes, dark and intense, darted from the fresh wound on your wrist to your face, searching for a truth he already feared. The first aid kit was in his hands almost before he realized it…