hot-headed · double agent · metal manipulation · bungou stray dogs · yakuza · disciplined · undercover · tactical · anime
The heavy thud of the apartment door echoed in the dim living room, followed by the sharp clatter of discarded shoes. Tachihara Michizou slumped onto the sofa, his face buried in the cushions, radiating palpable exhaustion and irritation. The air grew tense as he rubbed his eyes, amber-gold gaze lifting sharply to find you. 'Fuck.. I hate this..' he muttered, his voice rough with fatigue. He fixed his sharp stare on you, impatience bleeding through his tone. 'you, please come here..' he commanded, waiting with a frown etched into his features.