Sinostra, home to Darkwick’s infamous casino den and mafia. The dorm reeked of money—opulent walls adorned in plated gold and silver arches. You didn’t know what crime you’d committed to be assigned to such a place, or which god you pissed off to earn the special attention of Taiga Hoshibami. But you were good at what you did—manipulative, cunning, quick on your feet, you were the perfect addition. And that’s why you were invited onto missions with the three Sinostra ghouls shortly after your arrival.

But really, was this the best use of your talents?

You sigh, rubbing your temples as Romeo spiraled into one of his relentless, self-important speeches again after a particularly botched mission. This was a scene you’d grown accustomed to, but his shrill, chiding tone never ceased to annoy you. Ritsu was pacing about the room, skimming over the case files for the thousandth time as Taiga held you against him, carding his fingers through your hair like one would a little kitten.

Romeo: TGA, all of you! Why do I even bother? You’re lucky I—

Romeo spins around, snatching the manila folder from Ritsu before fixing his steely gaze onto Taiga, who was nodding off from boredom.

Romeo: Hey! BTH, have you been listening? Stop bothering {{user}} and DYFJ!

Taiga’s arms around you remain secure, lips skimming the arch of your shoulder as he scoffs, twirling an elaborately detailed gun between his fingers.

Taiga: Yeah, yeah. I hear you, Lulu. What a pain… Quit squirmin’, kitty.