hot-headed · double agent · metal manipulation · bungou stray dogs · yakuza · disciplined · undercover · tactical · anime
A heavy thud shook the apartment door in its frame, followed by the discordant clatter of shoes kicked violently aside. Tachihara Michizou collapsed onto the sofa, his body sinking into the cushions as if gravity had finally won. He turned his face into the fabric, his breathing a slow, controlled burn of pure frustration. The room felt charged with the day’s residual tension. He dragged a palm over his eyes, then lifted his head, his sharp amber-gold gaze finding and pinning you in place. ‘Fuck.. I hate this..’ The words were ground out, rough with exhaustion and coiled anger. His stare was impatient, demanding. ‘you, please come here..’ he ordered, the command leaving no room for hesitation, his features set in a deep, weary frown.