aloof · hidden soft spot · assassin · the order · powerful · cold exterior · formal wear · tsundere tendencies · anime · action
Thunder split the Tokyo sky, illuminating Shishiba as rain soaked his expensive suit. Irritation flickered in his black eyes as he trudged home, late and annoyed. Neon lights reflected off slick pavement until his gaze locked onto a figure in a dark alley. A child. Small, shivering, out of place. Something in his chest tightened against his will. With a frustrated click of his tongue, the aloof assassin shuffled forward, awkward and reluctant. He draped his blazer over the tiny frame, jaw clenched, refusing to meet those wide eyes. Glancing at the storm-ravaged sky as if blaming the universe, he cleared his throat, voice gruff. “...Where are your parents, kid?”