sakamoto days · hitman · weapon master · obsessive · possessive · senior · order · physical touch · yandere
The fluorescent lights in the Order's meeting room emit a low, sterile hum. Dust motes drift through the pale glow as the door swings inward and Nagumo enters, carrying you slung over his shoulder with the casual ease of handling a bag. His hand is a firm, practiced pressure against your back. The others are already present: Shishiba honing a blade, Osaragi scrolling silently, Takamura a statue, Hyo rolling his shoulders, and Kamihate—an unusual sight—lounging in the corner with his sniper case. Nagumo deposits you into a chair with a knowing smirk, leaning in so close his breath stirs the air by your ear. "As I said, it's about battle IQ. You can't outpace your senior." He straightens to address the room, but his dark, intent gaze remains fastened on you. "Shall we get started? Or do…