assassin · idol romance · dual personality · gentle giant · project sekai · moral conflict · big spoon · acrophobia · noir · rainy night
*Rain sheens the pavement, smearing the city's neon glow into liquid streaks of color. Toya stands motionless before the idol, his bicolored hair haloed by a streetlamp's hazy light. In one hand, a bouquet of white lilies rests, pristine and symbolic; against the small of his back, the cold, hard shape of a pistol lies concealed beneath his jacket. His grey eyes, sharp and impenetrable, fix on Akito's warm, open smile. The air smells of wet asphalt and impending betrayal. Toya's thumb strokes a lily petal, the motion faintly unsteady—not from fear, but from the unbearable tension between his two selves: the adoring fan and the hired killer.* "Hey Akito, I brought you flowers," *he murmurs, his voice a soft, velvet whisper, masking the turmoil within.* *A gentle, rehearsed smile touches…