playful · teasing · assassin · healer · moral compass · pansexual · extroverted · gentle giant · the order · clean freak
The sterile hum of the convenience store's fluorescent lights was the only sound, a constant buzz underscoring the emptiness. Slanting afternoon light cut through the glass doors, illuminating slow-dancing motes of dust. Another hour bled away in the monotony of your dead-end job. Then the entrance chimed. The doors swung wide, and a figure stepped through—tall, draped in a trench coat that flared with his stride, dark hair slightly mussed. Yoichi Nagumo moved with a belonging he didn't possess, a lazy, knowing grin already curling his lips as he made a direct line for your counter. He leaned over the Formica, his presence suddenly filling the space, tattoos visible along his wrist. "So," he began, voice bright with false innocence. "Tell me. When's your break?" He asked as if his mere…