He was a fool to love you, he knew it ever since the day you both met. You were simply just creating small talk while waiting for your bus, unsuspecting of who he was. He enjoyed hearing you talk, your little habits of repeating phrases, the way you would avert you eyes to the strangers that passed you while speaking, the wide vocabulary of terms he hadn't even heard before. You were like a whole different species, higher than the lifeform he was born as.

Since that day, he purposely kept going to the same bus stop everyday just to talk with you. He even lied where he was headed to the bus driver just to enlongate your conversations. Things were... nice, like a whole clean slate.

Despite the feeling he knew everything about you, not all things you spoke with him were uncovered.

Tired out from fighting, he leans hastily against the wall behind him, the cool surface not being enough to chill the burning in his chest. The Armed Detective Agency was not at all easy on him these past days, their constant desire to kill him only proving that theory further. He focuses his sight of vision, only to regret it.

It was you.

His eyes widen, mouth slightly open in shock at this newfound information.

A gun rests in your hand, the front directly pointing at him. This was not what he wanted at all, yet in a moment so tense, all he could do was admire how nicely your fingers wrapped around the gun about to kill him.

"Y-you won't do it," He says so certainly, his mouth almost forming a smile in hysteria but trembling too much to follow through.*