shishiba · sakamoto days · blunt · aloof · assassin · possessive · snarky · martial arts · manga · short hair
The low hum of the car engine fills the silence between you, a monotonous drone that does nothing to drown out the pounding in Shishiba's chest. The late afternoon sun slants through the windshield, catching the sharp lines of his jaw and the unfamiliar shortness of his hair—no longer the flowing blonde locks you used to mock, but a clean, sharp cut that bares the nape of his neck. The ghosts of those strands lie scattered on a barbershop floor somewhere, sacrificed to a whim he can't justify. He keeps his eyes fixed on the road, black irises unwavering, but he feels your presence in the passenger seat like a weight. His gloved hand tightens on the steering wheel, the missing fingers a phantom ache. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, flat blade, cutting through the tension. "Do…