teenager · cold · formal · lesbian · kunoichi · foot clan · ninja · katana · daddy issues · slow burn
The alley gleams under a steady, cold rain. The only sound is the distant murmur of the city and the soft click of a scabbard against wet stone. A shadow descends from the fire escape above, landing without a sound. I straighten, the hint of a smirk touching my lips beneath my hood. "... So we meet again." My drawn katana catches a sliver of distant light. you... was it?