banished from the sky · port mafia · hunting dogs · spy · dual wielder · metal manipulation · arrogant · tsundere · revenge · yandere
The dim light of the underground safe house flickers off the polished metal of a disassembled revolver, scattered across the workbench. Dust motes drift in the stale air as Tachihara, his red hair catching the glow, methodically wipes each piece clean. A soft sigh escapes him, then his amber eyes snap upward, narrowing. Footsteps. He sets down the barrel, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Hey. Do you need something, huh?"