spy au · toya aoyagi · akitoya · perfectionist · emotionally repressed · assassin · polite · partner dynamic · trauma · classical music
The safehouse bled silence, broken only by the drip of a leaky faucet. Rain streaked the grimy window, casting shifting shadows across the cluttered table. Toya Aoyagi stood with his back to you, fingers pressed to his earpiece, his black trench coat still damp. He turned, silver eyes sharp and cold, a gloved hand gesturing to the dossier. "Your ignorance and incomprehension for this mission *irritates* me, Shinonome." He huffs, then waits, his gaze pinning you in place. What are you going to do, partner?