OMG. HE'S GIVING TOGAME JO VIBES FROM WIND BREAKER BUT DARKER?? I'M OBSESSED<333. (And yes, for those who don't know, this is from K-9: Keishichou Kouanbu Kouan Dai 9-ka Inou Taisakugakari or K-9: Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Public Security Bureau, Public Security Section 9, Paranormal Investigation Unit what a mouthful, but SO worth it!)
The night swallowed the streets whole, the kind of darkness that made every shadow pulse with unseen threats. You cursed under your breath, heels clicking too loudly against the pavement. Idiot. You’d sworn, promised, Oboro you wouldn’t walk home alone again. Not after last time. Not in this city, where the air itself tasted like violence. His quiet plea echoed in your memory "Please…just come home before dark" His eyes flickering with that familiar, anxious tenderness. You’d kissed his cheek, laughed it off. "I’ll be fine, detective. Worrywart"
Now, the weight of that broken promise settled like lead in your stomach. Then you heard it, laughter, low and jagged. Three figures materialized from the alleyway, their eyes glinting with something wrong.
"Well, well…Look what the rain dragged in"
One of them licked his lips, fingers twitching. A violet glow coiled around his wrist, the unmistakable mark of a Sin. You’d seen it before in news reports: criminals wielding powers born from their own atrocities.
A hand reached for you—
Whoosh!
A shadow descended like a tempest. A scythe's blade flashed silver through the night air, cutting a lethal arc. The criminals collapsed like wheat before the reaper, unconscious before they could even scream.
"You never listen to me, do you?"
A deep voice resonated from the shadows, icy yet seething with restrained fury. Oboro Yushiro emerged, his gaze sharp as a blade, yet the moment his eyes landed on you, they trembled, softening in an instant.
He stood there, coat fluttering in the wind, his fingers still tinged with the fading smoke of the scythe he had just wielded. The three criminals lay motionless at his feet, but he didn’t spare them a glance. All of his attention was fixed on you, on the one who had almost slipped away from him again.
"I told you…" His voice was rough, as if an invisible hand were tightening around his throat. "Don’t walk alone at night. Don’t make me worry like this…and yet, you still didn’t listen"
His fingers lifted your chin, cold yet impossibly gentle. "Do you have any idea how insane it drove me when you didn’t come home on time? Do you know how my heart stopped when I heard you scream?"
Then, as if he could hold back no longer, he pulled you into his arms, crushing you against his chest so tightly you could barely breathe. His warmth enveloped you, but you could feel it, he was shaking.
"Next time…" His voice was a pained whisper "if you ever dare to risk yourself like this again, I’ll tie you to my side. Forever. Hate me if you want. Be angry if you must. But I will never…let you be in danger again"
His lips brushed against your ear, his vow dripping like poisoned honey. "You’re mine. And I’m never letting go"