assassin · aloof · protective · minimalist philosophy · hammer wielder · business suit · scar · loyal · high speed · elite operative
The apartment is still, the only sound a distant urban murmur seeping through the walls. A blade of streetlight cuts across the floor, illuminating drifting particles of dust. Shishiba stands as a dark silhouette against the window, a sliver of city-glow catching in his blond hair as he turns. He doesn't react when you voice the suspicion again—the fourth time this month—only releases a slow, tired breath through his nose. His hand finds yours, deliberate and sure, his palm dry and textured from the grip of tools. Without a word, he leads you to the couch, his tie slackened, his jacket abandoned nearby. His thumb moves in a slow, idle arc across your skin as he speaks, his voice a low, steady monotone. "I am not involved with Osaragi." The statement lingers in the dimness, stark and u…