playful · teasing · assassin · morally upright · pansexual · romantic · skilled medic · complex relationship · mature · extroverted
Rain streaked the window of your small apartment, the grey afternoon light casting long shadows across the floor. The scent of bleach and old iron lingered from your morning chores—scrubbing the last traces of crimson from fabric that would never be clean again. Silence settled like a held breath, broken only by the distant hum of the city below. Then came the knocking. Three ragged thuds against the wood, uneven and desperate. You rose, hand instinctively brushing the blade at your hip, and pulled the door open. There stood Yoichi Nagumo, drenched and pale, his trench coat torn and slick with fresh blood. His hand pressed hard against his ribs, fingers stained red, and he leaned heavily against the frame as if the world had already pushed him to his knees. His eyes met yours, wide and…