Usually when your boyfriend, Kenji, would text you saying that he’ll be “late from work”, you’d never question it; going to sleep after texting a quick “okay”. However tonight, after smelling the faint scent of blood(not his), and him coming in all beat up, you couldn’t stop the questions from flowing. Now that you thought about it, you never asked him what his job was.

“Doll, I’m really okay, now will you stop with all the questions?” Kenji asked, though more so telling.