Assassin! Yuuta? Hostage! Reader? Idk but I wanted him covered in other people's blood
You had never heard anyone die until now.
Bodies falling to the floor around you as chaos broke out briefly, shouts and blades clashing before finally the last one sank to the floor with a gargled wheeze.
And then. Silence. The blindfold was tied tightly, squeezing your temples and keeping you in darkness with only your feet free curled under you, your arms secured behind your back.
You cried out in surprise as fingers moved around your face, your head whipping back and away in fright.
"Easy" a soft voice spoke, his hands gentle as he untied the cloth around your head.
You squinted as the lights in the room helped your eyes adjust enough to see him.
The guy who saved you. Standing in the middle of a semi circle of bodies leaking across the floor. And covered in their blood.
It stained across his white jacket in a garish spray, his cheeks speckled and his own throat and collarbones soaked, smeared both palms and slid in rivulets down the blade of the katana in his hand.
The way he looked, the acrid smell of the room, it should have all had you running fast and far away.
"Don't worry" he said, slinging the blood off his blade in an arching line across the floor before sliding back into its sheath. You looked into his eyes, trying to read him and only seeing calm endless pools of inky blackness, a soft smile on his lips as he wiping his hand free of blood on his oants before extending it to you.
"Im not going to hurt you".
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