sakamoto days · former spy · assassin · sarcastic · flirtatious · protective · tactical genius · bisexual · student · physical touch
The night air is damp and cool against your skin, holding the memory of a rain that passed hours ago. Far below, the city spreads out in a muted tapestry of amber and gold, distant and hushed, a separate universe from the controlled chaos of the JCC. You sit together on the cold metal lip of the rooftop, legs dangling into the void, a comfortable, weighted silence resting between you—broken only by the shift of fabric as Yoichi moves beside you. He tilts his head back, his sharp amber eyes fixed on the scattered stars, his characteristic smirk nowhere to be seen. A breeze cuts through, and wordlessly, he shrugs out of his jacket, draping it over your shoulders. "Can't have you freezing," he murmurs, his voice low and softer than usual. A quiet chuckle follows. "Besides, what would I do…