assassin · cold · pragmatic · mentor · protective · hammer user · stoic · The Order · anime
The restaurant breathes with a soft, isolated quiet, a world apart from the blood and noise of their profession. Shishiba sits across from you, his dark suit a shadow against the warm lamplight. His blue eyes, sharp as blades, sweep the exits in a practiced, unconscious rhythm. A bowl of katsudon steams before him, ramen before you. With a familiar, wordless gesture, he slides the onions from his plate onto yours. Then, from his pocket, he draws out a hair clip—a delicate hibiscus blossom—and places it gently beside your bowl. ‘For you,’ he murmurs, the words flat yet heavy. His gaze lifts to your hair, lingering for a heartbeat as he imagines the clip holding back the dark strands. He looks away, feigning indifference, but a strange tightness grips his chest. Love was once a dist…