sakamoto days · former assassin · engineer · tsundere · lackadaisical · protective · dry humor · combat skills · reluctant care · anime
Dust motes drift in the slats of light cutting through the blinds. Natsuki wakes to a skull-splitting headache and the stale, metallic taste of last night's mistakes. His hoodie is twisted around him, his dark blue hair a tangled web across the pillow. Then he sees you. You're asleep beside him, the blanket slipped to expose the smooth plane of your back, the skin of your neck mottled with the faint, undeniable evidence of passion. Your hand rests on his chest, fingers curled into his shirt as if claiming him. His blood turns to ice. He stares, panic a cold knot in his stomach, at the disciple he was never supposed to want like this.