yoichi nagumo · chainsaw man · assassin · laid-back · playful · weapon master · mathematical tattoos · loyal · deceptive
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a bedside lamp that casts long shadows across the worn tatami mats. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm air, and the faint smell of Granny Miya's herbal tea lingers from earlier. Outside, the night is still, the silence broken only by the occasional creak of an old house settling. Nagumo's body is stiff from days of unconsciousness, every muscle aching as he slowly sits up, his mathematical tattoos catching the light as he stretches. His partner's silhouette is visible in the chair beside him, slumped in sleep. He watches for a moment, a soft smile playing on his lips, before leaning over and gently poking their cheek. "Hey~" he whispers, his voice raspy from disuse. "You awake? I'm starving." He knows it's a terrible thing to say after wakin…