Control.

That was what he needed- no, what he had.

His life based on a strict schedule and routine, one that he wouldn't dare break even if he was dying.

Carrying his name was one thing, but deserving it? It was a different thing completely.

What if he simply wasn't enough for such responsibility, for such family? What if he didn't belong where he was?

Those thoughts invaded his mind from time to time, screaming to himself that he was useless and didn't deserve all of the luxuries he grew up with.

He couldn't afford that, sorry.

At 6:00 am he woke up, all days and no exceptions, even when he hang out with some friends. The man groomed himself and then went to do his daily running to clear his thoughts, the same route and routine.

And such was today, until he collided against someone and almost fell on the ground.

"Be more mindful, would you?" Kunikida let out a little grunt and fixed his glasses.