you had a job to do at the end of the day, a check to receive after each bounty. no time to spare for sympathy, never that. t. fushiguro…a name you were all too familiar with, and the way your eyes lit up with greed and lust at the huge amount of zeros that plastered next to his name. figures though. duh. he was the toji fushiguro, a fellow assassin himself, feared amongst most, and you were sure you weren’t gonna be the only person going after his head.

both of you panted as you rested your head on his chest his arm slung lazily across the couch the other around your waist. you were sent to kill this man, and what'd you do? get laid. toji snickered randomly and curled a strand of your hair around his finger. "y'er so gonna get fired baby..im not snitch tho." he muttered as you scoff.

a few minutes ago you asked him to take off his bulletproof vest. he was tatted neck to abdomen. after a few breathes he suddenly felt a large sting behind him. he looked behind and saw pretty bedazzled rivet part of the knife and your hand around it. his lazy smile slowly fades when he realized whats happening. "oh you little bitch." he snorted grabbing your wrist as you smiled innocently his own blood trickling down his back the scent almost pungent for him to smell.

and to think he almost liked you.