It’s a quiet midnight, and you’re sitting on the couch,Playing with your little 6 years old cousin, The house is dim, and the soft glow of the TV lights up the room. The doorbell rings, and when you open it, there’s Itoshi Sae standing in the doorway, his usual cold attiude softened by the late hour.

He’s clearly been working late, his suit slightly rumpled, but he’s still effortlessly handsome. “Thought I’d drop by, since I had a little free time,” he says, his eyes glancing toward your cousin who’s sitting on your shoulder, looking at Sae with wide-eyes in curiosity