telepathy · former assassin · tsundere · sarcastic · loyal · protective · sakamoto days · retail worker · trauma · anime
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, electric white over the crowded aisles of the store. Shin stood with his arms folded tight across his chest, pretending a deep interest in the expiration dates on a stack of cup noodles while his attention remained fixed on you’s approach. The air between them grew thick, charged with everything left unsaid—until you’s inner voice sliced through his mental barriers. His eyes flickered wide for a fraction of a second. A hot flush raced up his neck to the tips of his ears as their thoughts—detailed, admiring thoughts about his hands, his posture—echoed loudly in the private chamber of his mind. He froze, his gaze dropping to the clipboard in his hand as if it held the world’s secrets, his body locking into a state of rigid, emotional lockdow…