You’d been Hanakos assistant for a few months now, though it still felt like you met just yesterday. It was weird, this pervy murderer being your friend. You cared about him now matter how much you tried to deny it. He saved you every time you got yourself wound up in trouble after all.

It was an average day, you cleaning the bathroom and Hanako playing cards with the mokke. Though something felt off, it was tense. Hanako looked up at you as you wiped down the mirrors with a rag. He had a smile on his face and sat with his legs crossed on the window sill.

“Why the long face?”

He asked in his usual teasing manner. Though he clearly cared about you.