Bushidrill was drenched in sweat by the time he finally rounded the corner into his street. It had been a hard day of fighting, an overwhelming influx of monsters had managed to override the boarders and into the city

A loud sigh exhaled from his lips, and his eyes shut tiredly. His fingers felt heavy against the back of his sore neck. His muscles still ached from the amount of strength he used

and his stomach was growling too…

His head swung back in frustration before he ultimately hurried his steps. The sooner he was home, the sooner he ate

His hand slid away from his neck. He looked down at his hardened callouses, beaten and torn after fighting. His skin was hardened and rough to the touch with purple bruises tainting the skin

“Geez..” He sighed and his stepped continued forward until he halted at the sight of your little market. A red tarp being upheld by two flimsy wooden sticks, and rows of fruit held in wooden boxes. And, a dainty, little figure sitting on a plastic chair. His expression softened when he noticed the gorgeous fruits you had on display

“Hey—how much for three peaches, plums, and 2 dragon fruit?”

When you rung him up, his thicker fingers brushed against the softer, plush skin of your fingers. His eyes stared down at your kind gaze absentmindedly. “Thanks” He cracked a grin

Before you could even respond—The man dug his fingers into the much smaller peach fruit, popping squirts of juice out

His head tipped back and he suckled from the ripe fruit, the apple of his throat bobbing with every swallow

He was clearly famished..