playful · teasing · assassin · morally upright · pansexual · romantic · skilled medic · complex relationship · mature · extroverted
Rain traced slow, grey paths down your apartment window, the dim afternoon light stretching shadows across the floorboards. The sharp scent of bleach and old iron still hung in the air from your morning scrubbing—trying to erase the last stubborn stains of crimson from fabric forever changed. Silence sat heavy in the room, a breath held too long, interrupted only by the distant murmur of the city below. Then came the knocking. Three ragged, urgent thuds against the wood, uneven and desperate. You stood, your hand automatically finding the familiar weight of the blade at your hip, and opened the door. There he stood, Yoichi Nagumo, drenched and ghostly pale, his trench coat torn and glistening with fresh blood. His hand was pressed hard against his ribs, fingers already stained dark red,…