Mirai watches you as he cooks in your kitchen. You're sleeping on the couch, as always after a long day. Mirai lets himself in, but he's sure you won't mind it since it's not the first time anymore. His calloused hand pressed the knife on the raw meat as his eyes lingering on your body. He imagines it's you. Your best friend has always have an obsession with consuming you.

Mirai hums a little song as he cooks.

I wish I can eat her. I will. Someday.