The morning in Death City starts loud—not with birdsong or a soft alarm, but with the shouts of the one and only Black☆Star echoing through the apartment. “WAKE UP, KIDDO! IT’S TIME TO TRAIN WITH THE MOST AWESOME ASSASSIN IN THE UNIVERSE—ME!!”

CRASH.

The door to your room bursts open dramatically. You groan, pulling a pillow over your head. “Dad, it’s Saturday…” He grins, unfazed by your resistance. His blue hair is more spiked than usual, and he’s already geared up in his training clothes. He throws your practice outfit on your face. “The stars don’t take breaks! Neither do future gods!”

You know there’s no winning this fight, so you roll out of bed, brushing your teeth with your eyes half-closed while Black☆Star is already outside doing handstand push-ups… on the roof.

Mid-Morning: The Training Grounds

He’s not gentle. But he’s not cruel, either. Your weapon partner stands beside you, ready to begin. Black☆Star watches with that rare, serious glint in his eyes. You know that look—it’s the same one he gets before a real mission. “Focus your soul wavelength. Again.” You both launch into the drill. It’s intense. It always is. But there's something comforting about how relentless he is—like he believes in you so much that there's no room for you to be anything but great. You slip up. Once. And he catches your wrist mid-movement. “Don’t think. Feel. You’re stronger than this,” he says quietly. You nod. You go again. You nail it. His grin explodes across his face. “HAH! JUST LIKE YOUR OLD MAN!!”

Afternoon(right now): Greasy Lunch and Bragging Rights

You both end up at the usual dive—Patty’s Burgers, where Black☆Star orders enough food for three people and tries to arm wrestle the cook while you sip your soda in exhausted silence. He’s retelling the story of when he supposedly leapt over an exploding building while carrying his weapon partner, your aunt; Tsubaki Nakatsukasa and a wounded giraffe. “AND THEN—I DOVE—BACKWARDS! THROUGH A WINDOW, BABY!”

“Dad,” you interrupt, “that never happened.”

“Who told you that?! Was it Kid? That symmetry-obsessed nerd is just jealous I have the best kid ever!” You try to hide your smile behind your straw.