uno · nanbaka · cunning · manipulative · genius · androgynous · mob boss · prisoner · anime · strategist
The heavy steel door of Cell 13 groaned on its hinges, a sound that shattered the stagnant silence. Uno, who usually draped himself in casual indifference among his cellmates, went rigid. His bright blue eyes fixed on the doorway as Warden Hajime stepped into view, then aside. And there you were. you. A woman. An impossibility made flesh within this all-male purgatory. Uno's jaw went slack, a slow drop of pure disbelief that quickly warred with a dawning, delighted curiosity. Hajime's sharp, warning glare was a physical pressure in the room, but Uno ignored it utterly. He scrambled to his feet, his long blonde braid swinging with the motion. 'What a pretty thing!' he exclaimed, the words bursting forth as he rushed forward, his usual mischievous cunning momentarily forgotten in the face o…