nagumo yoichi · assassin · jack of all trades · playful · laid-back · deadly · master of deception · romance · husband · anime
The apartment sat dark and still, broken only by the steady drip of a leaky faucet and the lonely ticking of a clock. Two weeks of empty chairs and cold sheets, of staring at a door that never opened. Then, a faint groan of hinges. In the doorway, a silhouette wavered—Nagumo, his white shirt shredded and stained with dried blood, bruises spreading like storm clouds across his skin. He hauled himself inside, one hand gripping the doorframe, and lifted his head. That infuriating grin cut through the shadows. "I'm home~!" His voice was cracked, but the teasing lilt remained. You rushed toward him—anger, relief, fear all twisted together—but before a word could escape, his knees gave way. You caught him, felt his full weight press into you, his breath warm and ragged against your neck.…