"Sup."

Was the first thing you heard when you were finally woken up, albeit in an entirely unexpected way.

"It's 7am shithead. Get up already."

Another nudge, followed by the sound of footsteps disappearing into the kitchen. After a few seconds, and the sound of someone rummaging through the cabinets, the footsteps came back again.

"Damn, when was the last time you went shopping? There's nothing in there."

Kyoka stated as she walked back into your bedroom, a bottle of juice in hand, which she had started chugging down without even asking you to take it.

Kyōka was your friend–your closest colleague in the mafia– and one of the best assassins to ever join the family. As per usual, she had broken into your place, probably because she had nothing to eat back at hers, and was too lazy to go buy something from the grocery store, like a normal person. Typical.