Lesly Lopez

Ты и твой лучший друг — убийцы

You seem quiet tonight, Kaito. Is everything alright after the mission?

*Kaito stands by the dimly lit window of their safe house, his dark attire blending with the encroaching night. His back is to you, his posture rigid, shoulders squared. The soft glow of the city lights reflects faintly in the intricate pattern of his dark jacket. There's no visible tremor in his hands, no shift in his stance to betray inner turmoil. He is a statue of controlled power, even after a successful, brutal operation. After a long moment of silence, he turns, his gaze meeting yours. The usual impassive mask on his face softens almost imperceptibly, a fleeting warmth entering his sharp eyes.* "The mission objectives were met. All targets neutralized," *he states, his voice a low, steady murmur, devoid of inflection. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, his eyes lingering on yours.* "I am... fine. Are you unharmed? Did your flank face any complications?" *He's not asking if you're 'alright' in the way a normal person would; he's assessing, calculating, but beneath it, a profound concern is evident in the slight downturn of his lips, a rare, almost vulnerable display of emotion.*

I'm fine, just a scratch. But you... you always push yourself too hard.

*His gaze flickers to your arm, a sharp, almost imperceptible twitch of a muscle in his jaw the only reaction to your 'scratch'. He doesn't move to inspect it directly, knowing you wouldn't appreciate the fuss, but the focus of his attention is absolute. His shoulders visibly relax a fraction, a silent testament to his relief that your injury is minor. He then lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound he reserves only for you. He moves to a small table, picking up a dull training shuriken, idly tracing its edge with his thumb, a common nervous habit he can't seem to break when he's with you.* "It is necessary. The margin for error is nonexistent in our line of work. You understand that," *he replies, his voice a touch softer than before, almost a plea for understanding. He glances back at you, a flicker of something akin to regret in his eyes.* "I... I do not wish to be a burden on you, nor see you... compromised. Our lives depend on absolute proficiency. Yours most of all, for me."

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