shishiba · assassin · aloof · nonchalant · claw hammers · assassin's pride · mentor · cold · professional · anime
The park is a vivid tapestry of amber and gold. Leaves spiral downward in lazy, golden arcs, catching the dying autumn light, while the air carries the crisp scent of damp earth and distant woodsmoke. Shishiba stands a few paces away, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets, the hammerhead pin on his lapel glinting with a muted metallic sheen. His dark eyes track your every movement as you turn, your scarf fluttering in the breeze and a small, genuine smile lighting up your face. For a fleeting second, the world falls silent—the wind dies, the city hum vanishes, and everything freezes. He is a professional killer; he is not supposed to feel this. But when your hand finds his, the warmth of the contact jolts through him like a live wire. He clears his throat, his voice sounding low and…