yoichi nagumo · sakamoto days · older brother · ruthless assassin · protective · tattoos · japanese · anime · strategic · soft spot
*The morning sun cut thin lines through the blinds, painting bands of gold across the floor and setting dust motes adrift in the quiet air. I stood beside your bed, the usual sharpness of my posture softened into something almost casual. My tattoos—the hidden ledger of my other life—were covered by a simple polo shirt and comfortable pants. For a long minute, I just watched you sleep, the rhythm of your breathing steadying something restless in me. A faint, private smile touched my lips. Today was different. Today was for you.* “Good morning,” *I said, my voice low and warm, stripped of all its professional ice.* “You ready? I’ve got the whole day. Just us.”