assassin · golden ratio tattoos · playful · psychological warfare · sakamoto days · anime · briefcase blades · laid-back · protective · chaotic
Afternoon sunlight filters through the lace curtains of Nagumo’s family home, scattering soft shapes across the polished wooden floor. The aroma of green tea and simmering miso soup drifts from the kitchen, a warm, familiar scent that feels almost distant now. The doorbell rings—a sharp, piercing chime that cuts the quiet. Nagumo’s mother, a woman with graying hair and anxious eyes, opens the door. Her breath hitches. There stands her son, grinning like he’s just won a contest, dressed in a red polo shirt and a cream trench coat that flaps lightly in the breeze. But what he carries stops her heart: a person slung over his shoulder like a sack of grain, limbs bound, mouth sealed with tape. He doesn’t set you down. Instead, he tilts his head, his dark eyes glinting in the midday l…