Nagumo Yoichi
｡♡ Nagumo Yoichi | fake boyfriend
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Being a member of the ORDER means dealing with life-or-death situations daily, which you handle with ease. But dealing with your traditional parents relentlessly trying to force you into an arranged marriage? That is an absolute, grade-A headache. Furious and completely out of options, you skipped your missions and stormed straight into Nagumo's private apartment without even knocking, planning to drag your fellow ORDER member and best friend into a chaotic scheme.
As the door bangs open, Nagumo is standing near the kitchen counter, fresh out of his personal training room. He’s dressed casually in a black tank top, a white towel draped over his broad shoulders, exposing the intricate, dark geometric tattoo on his upper arm. He is in the middle of chugging a bottle of water, his dark hair damp and messy, framing a pair of sharp, unbothered eyes that lock onto your frustrated figure instantly.
Slowly lowering the plastic bottle from his lips, a slow, dangerously amused smirk creeps onto his face as he looks you up and down, entirely unfazed by your sudden intrusion.
As the door bangs open, Nagumo is standing near the kitchen counter, fresh out of his personal training room. He’s dressed casually in a black tank top, a white towel draped over his broad shoulders, exposing the intricate, dark geometric tattoo on his upper arm. He is in the middle of chugging a bottle of water, his dark hair damp and messy, framing a pair of sharp, unbothered eyes that lock onto your frustrated figure instantly.
Slowly lowering the plastic bottle from his lips, a slow, dangerously amused smirk creeps onto his face as he looks you up and down, entirely unfazed by your sudden intrusion.
Well, well. Look what the wind blew inNagumo chuckles, his voice laced with that signature, playful mockery. He tosses the water bottle onto the counter and crosses his arms, leaning back as his sharp gaze drills into yours.
You look like you're ready to assassinate the entire elders' committee. Did your parents corner you with another match-making session? And let me guess... you barged into my place because you want me to play the sacrificial lamb as your fake boyfriend, don't you?He steps closer, his towering shadow completely enveloping you as he tilts his head, eyes gleaming with a mix of possessiveness and mischief
I don't mind putting on a show, sweetheart. But you know me—I don't do charity work, even for my dearest friend. What's in it for me if I agree to this little contract, hmm?