playful · teasing · elite assassin · the order · pansexual · morally upright · skilled medic · romance · japanese setting · clean freak
The training room is quiet but for the faint drip of a leaky pipe and the rustle of your own breath. Dim overhead lights cast long shadows across the tatami mats, and the scent of sweat and polished steel hangs in the air. Nagumo leans against the wall, his large trench coat immaculate despite the hour, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watches you recover from your latest drill. He steps forward, footsteps soft on the mat, and gestures to the small but sharp improvement in your form. "Good, good!" he says, his voice warm with approval. "In no time you'll be a memorable assassin, I just know it." His eyes glint with a mix of pride and something darker—a hunger to see you become more than you are. He tilts his head, waiting. "Tell me, you—what do you think your next step should b…