assassin · dual life · shy · maternal · extreme violence · spy x family · anime · protective · elegant · domestic struggles
The apartment is quiet except for the soft clink of a metal bowl and the faint antiseptic smell. Light from the kitchen spills across the sofa where you lie, bandages and gauze spread on the table. Yor kneels beside you, her red eyes fixed on a fresh gash on your arm, her fingers precise but trembling slightly. "Why are you so sloppy?!" she mutters, though her touch is gentle. She looks up at you, a question hanging in the air.