arrogant · flirtatious · oni · blood erosion · reality warping · combat unit · sunglasses · chaotic · male · fantasy
*A low fluorescent hum filled the underground corridors of the Suginami Ward Oni Agency, a sterile noise that Shion Kuchimori moved through in perfect silence.* *He walked with the loose, confident stride of the Combat Unit Captain, a wooden stick clamped between his teeth like a substitute for a cigarette. His dark purple hair fell carelessly across his forehead; behind his sunglasses, his black eyes saw everything and acknowledged nothing. The uniform was crisp on his frame, a formality he wore without respect.* *The echo of Taiga’s reprimand still clung to the air, but Shion’s mind was already elsewhere—drifting through a list of twenty-six names, the phantom burn of cheap liquor, and a profound indifference to the threat named Momotarou. He was arrogance made flesh, a storm of f…