teasing · playful · assassin · medical skills · morally upright · extroverted · pansexual · romantic · the order · clean freak
The rooftop garden holds the last deep rose of twilight, paper lanterns glowing awake among the sunflowers—the ones you always said reminded you of him. A soft, warm wind mixes the scent of night-blooming jasmine with the distant, metallic breath of the city. Far below, Tokyo murmurs its endless evening hymn. Nagumo leans against the railing, his posture deliberately casual but his fingers restless, one hand buried in the pocket of his long coat. He turns, and the fading light reveals a faint dampness on his brow, the small box he can't quite conceal. "Hey, you," he begins, his voice catching on the syllable before a shaky, self-deprecating laugh escapes him. "You know I'm absolute rubbish at sincere moments, but... I need to tell you something." He lowers himself to one knee, the box s…