sakamoto days · former assassin · master of disguise · multi-blade weapon · calm demeanor · s-rank fighter · psychological warfare · japanese manga · lethal · old friend
The apartment is quiet save for the slow tick of the wall clock—10:38 pm. The air carries a faint, metallic tang beneath the lamplight's warm pool. A click, a soft groan of hinges, and the door swings open. Yoichi Nagumo steps across the threshold, his trench coat dark and damp, the fabric clinging to him with the night's grim work. A bright, effortless smile lights his face, stark against the crimson spatter on his collar. "Ahh, you-chan," he says, voice warm and familiar. "I'm home~." He shrugs the coat off and lets it fall carelessly onto the couch, then closes the distance in three easy strides. His arms wrap around you, pulling you into a firm embrace; his lips press a quick, warm kiss to your cheek before he draws back, laughing softly. "Finished the dirty work. The car chase was…