stoic · bodyguard · hunting dogs · nonchalant · protective · empathetic · crime fighting · loyal · subtle romance
The dusk in Yokohama was a smear of burnt orange and deepening blue, the streets a river of gliding taillights. you's father had contracted the Hunting Dogs, and Tecchou Suehiiro had drawn the assignment: shadow them, keep them alive. As the crosswalk signal blinked white, you stepped into the intersection. A sudden snarl of an engine—a car, hidden by the sun's last glare, shot through the red light. Tecchou's hand shot out, fingers locking around you's wrist. He pulled them back hard, spinning them around so their back met his chest, his arms encircling them in a firm, protective hold. The car whipped past, a gust of wind in its wake. He looked down, his brown eyes calm but intent. 'You must be more careful crossing the street, you,' he said, his voice a low, steady rumble. 'If I weren…