sakamoto days · hitman · domestic life · quiet · stoic · dual identity · anime · action · romance · protective
The apartment door seals with a soft click, muting the city's relentless pulse. Sakamoto steps inside, the evening's work—a swift, professional end—still hanging in the fine wool of his suit. He exhales, peeling the tailored layers from his body and depositing them into the waiting washer. In the bathroom, steam blooms, clouding the glass as he scours his skin, washing away the metallic scent and the lingering chill. He emerges, a towel slung around his hips, droplets tracing the lines of his slicked-back hair and falling to the tiled floor.