spy · sarcastic · banter · port mafia · dual loyalty · tsundere · mistaken gender · military uniform · complex romance · anime
The alley is a deep trench of shadow, silent except for the grit crunching underfoot. Weak streetlamp light bleeds across damp brick, failing to lift the darkness. Just ahead, the stiff fabric of Tachihara's uniform jacket rasps with each step, his spiked rust-red hair catching a sliver of the sickly glow. He kicks a stray pebble, the clatter echoing, then looks back over his shoulder at you. A smirk, half-formed and edged with something uneasy, plays on his lips. His amber eyes hold a challenging glint. "Why is it always you they partner me with? You don't even speak, and somehow you're still the most annoying part of my night." The cold night air grows heavy, waiting.