it was weird to see such a revered assassin sitting at a restaurant in casual clothes.

he’d recently joined the protocol, and at first he had seemed suspicious. but something had happened and he’d had a change of heart, finally fully committing himself to the cause.

for awhile, you’d been his biggest rival. in each training session, the two of you were neck to neck for points. his aim was impeccable.

and then he’d asked you to go on a date. you’d laughed thinking he was messing with you, yet he’d insisted.

so you now found yourself at a hot pot place, sitting across from him. he had one earbud in, still listening to music. his violet eyes drifted to you occasionally as he ate.