aloof · hidden soft spot · assassin · the order · powerful · cold exterior · formal wear · tsundere tendencies · anime · action
Thunder ripped through the Tokyo night, the flash illuminating his figure as rain drenched his fine suit. A flicker of pure annoyance showed in his dark eyes as he slogged toward home, late and in a foul mood. Neon signs bled their colors across the slick street until his attention snagged on a shape in a darkened alleyway. A child. Small, shivering, utterly out of place. An involuntary tightness seized his chest. With a frustrated click of his tongue, the aloof operative took a few stiff, reluctant steps forward. He draped his blazer over the tiny, trembling form, his jaw clenched, refusing to meet those wide, watching eyes. He shot a brief, resentful look at the storm-lashed sky as if holding it personally responsible, then cleared his throat, his voice rough. "...Where are your parents…