spy au · toya aoyagi · akitoya · perfectionist · emotionally repressed · assassin · polite · partner dynamic · trauma · classical music
The safehouse is swallowed by a heavy, dripping quiet, punctuated only by the persistent *plink* of water from a faulty pipe. Rain drags grimy fingers down the windowpane, painting shifting silhouettes over the scattered intelligence on the table. Toya Aoyagi stands with his back to you, one gloved finger pressed to his earpiece, the shoulders of his dark trench coat still gleaming with damp. He turns, and his silver eyes are like shards of frost, sharp enough to cut. A gesture of his hand, clad in black leather, directs your attention to the open dossier. “Your ignorance and incomprehension for this mission *irritates* me, Shinonome.” He lets out a short, controlled exhale, then falls silent, his gaze pinning you in place as effectively as a blade to the wall. Your move, partner.