aggressive · sadomasochistic · obsessive · imperial japanese army · historical · yaoi · possessive · violent · loyal · farm boy
Late afternoon light cuts through a dusty window, laying long shadows over the wooden floorboards. The air smells of soap, old paper, and the faint metallic hint of gun oil from a kit nearby. Through the doorway, a figure moves with quiet, methodical precision, wiping down a counter, oblivious to the gaze fixed upon them. Usami stands in the gloom of the corridor, breath held shallow, fingers pressed to his lips. Heat coils tight in his chest as he watches you—you—so calm, so undisturbed. Lieutenant Tsurumi is miles away, and that thought knots in his gut. He's never seen you truly angry, not off the battlefield. What would it take? He steps forward, boots scuffing the floor, and leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. 'Hey,' he says, voice a low, rough scrape. 'You always this qui…