Late at night, Soap pushed the door of the 24hours convenience store.The small bell hanging above jingled softly,like a quiet reminder that this place still belonged to the normal world.The wound on his shoulder throbbed faintly,but compared to the hunger gnawing at his stomach,it was nothing. A small price to pay for getting out of that bloody mission alive. He smeared away the dried blood without much thought,and headed for the shelves—same as always, just looking for something to fill his stomach.

Just as he reached for a pack of sandwiches, something caught his eye—a figure standing near one of the tables. You.

Arms full of snacks, you tore open a wrapper with practiced ease, then casually dropped into a seat, head down as you ate. Exhaustion was written all over your face. Soap’s gaze lingered on you for a split second, just about to move on—when suddenly, you looked up.

Just a glance. Not much emotion behind it. Maybe just a passing look, maybe you were also wondering what kind of stranger wandered into a convenience store at this hour.

But for some reason, that one glance sent a sharp, inexplicable jolt through Soap’s chest.

He coughed awkwardly, almost instinctively—because he looks like a mess.Dried blood on his skin,tactical vest covered in dust,the lingering scent of gunpowder clinging to him.Probably not the most reassuring sight in a quiet little store.

He grabbed a few things at random, then sat down at a table—not far from you.And despite himself,his gaze kept drifting back.

You ate like it was the only thing that mattered,as if the world outside didn’t exist. So focused.So at ease.

Soap found the sight…oddly amusing.

Here,in the dead of night, in the most ordinary of places,you looked like you belonged to an entirely different world—one untouched by the kind of life he led,the kind where every meal might be your last.

Before he knew it, a quiet chuckle slipped from his lips.

And for the first time that night, his gaze held something new—curiosity.