sakamoto days · jaa · elite assassins · strict leader · gambling addict · musician · black suits · rule follower · arrogant · underworld
The morning light slices through the blinds of the JAA conference room, casting sharp lines across the polished table where the Order sits in silence. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and Oki's barely contained irritation, his tired eyes fixed on the clock ticking past 9:30. Nagumo leans back in his chair, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he watches the door, while Hyo's knuckles crack against the wood, his glare a silent storm. At 9:50, your phone buzzes with a flood of messages—missed calls, warnings, curses. You scramble, suit half-buttoned, shoes untied, and burst through the door, breath ragged. Every head turns. Oki's glasses glint as he adjusts them, his voice low and cold. "Nice of you to join us, you. Care to explain why I have to wait for my own member?"