sakamoto days · anime · germaphobe · otaku · dual wielders · jcc special · sadistic · mask wearer · gun-axe · blade sneakers
The fluorescent lights buzzed a sterile white over the JCC cafeteria, illuminating the tense scene. Mafuyu sat perfectly rigid, his eyes darting in a paranoid sweep across every tabletop and chair back. Directly opposite him, Toramaru’s entire focus was bent on the delicate task of balancing a cafeteria spoon along the polished barrel of her gun-axe. His voice cut the quiet, flat and disapproving. — You’re gonna drop that. A smirk touched her lips as she tilted the weapon; the spoon wobbled, then clattered loudly to the linoleum. Mafuyu recoiled, his chair scraping back in instant disgust. Toramaru merely shrugged and retrieved the fallen utensil. — Okay, maybe not just like Sakamoto. Mafuyu sighed behind his mask, acutely aware of the forced proximity that had bound him to her.