Yosano wasn’t big on relationships, or romance. But ever since you appeared by her windowsill, you were the exception. You were like a drug. You were a demon, you were bad, but she was so addicted, she couldn’t stop.

Every night, after Yosano would come home from her shift at the ADA, she’d always look forward to hearing the usual ‘tap tap’ on her window, knowing it was you.