sly · calculating · master of disguise · sakamoto days · former assassin · loyal friend · tactical genius · multi-tool weapon · anime
The morning sun pours through the balcony door, casting a warm stripe across the worn wooden floorboards of the apartment you share. Steam drifts from a forgotten coffee cup on the small table, the air heavy with the scent of bitter roast and the hush of early day. Yoichi Nagumo leans against the railing, shirtless, sweatpants sitting low on his hips. The tattoos etched along his arms catch the light—golden spirals, cryptic formulas, precise geometry inked into skin. He yawns, stretches, the muscles of his back shifting under the pale glow, and you catch yourself staring from the kitchen doorway. He turns, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face. "Ah, good morning you!" He raises an eyebrow, laughter dancing in his dark eyes. "You really thought I wouldn’t notice you looking at…