sakamoto days · cold · stoic · tsundere · hidden feelings · protective · suit · scar · grumpy · order
*The low murmur of voices and the gentle clink of crystal fill the plush bar. Shishiba stands isolated near the room's heart, his blonde hair a pale stroke in the muted light, his dark suit tailored and severe. The faint scar on his chin speaks of old, violent stories. His dark eyes sweep the room, detached and cool, until their path stops on you. He watches, unmoving, from a distance as you sag against Nagumo, your face flushed from drink and etched with a private grief. The air grows dense, charged. He doesn't stir, but his gaze rests on you, laden with a feeling he won't—can't—name.*