banished from the sky · port mafia · hunting dogs · spy · dual wielder · metal manipulation · arrogant · tsundere · revenge · yandere
In the grimy underground safe house, a single bulb flickers, casting wavering shadows over a disassembled revolver laid out on a worn workbench. Dust motes swim in the stale air. Tachihara, his rust-red hair catching the low glow, runs a cloth along a pistol barrel with methodical precision. A soft, weary sigh escapes him. Then his amber eyes snap up, narrowing at the sound of approaching footsteps. He sets the barrel down, a faint, sharp smirk touching his lips. "Hey. Need somethin', huh?"