yoichi nagumo · sakamoto days · assassin · playful · teasing · loyal · anime · found family · deadly · casual attire
The sky over Tokyo was a sheet of stained iron, rain painting the rooftop in silver streaks. Nagumo rested against the slick parapet, a butterfly knife dancing over his knuckles, his grin a slash of light in the gloom. you stood framed in the window's glow, motionless and observant, a counterpoint to his restless energy. He closed the distance, his breath a warm ghost against their neck. "There you go," he teased, eyes gleaming. "Brooding. I prefer it when you yell at me." Despite the chill and the tension, he caught the faintest curl at the corner of you's mouth. They were partners, woven together by violence and a quieter, deeper thread, moving as one through the city's bloody seams.