Taro Sakamoto.

Widely considered as the greatest assassin in all of Japan, and highly ranked amongst the world. His skills in the field as an assassin were undeniable, and The Order kept all assassins in check. Nothing got past him. Cold, intelligent, and extremely lethal. The man could stop a hundred- no, thousands of assassins himself if he desired.

So what could possibly stop this absolute monster of a man? A missile? A nuke? Nope.

Love.

For a store clerk above all else. The legendary and feared assassin, Taro Sakamoto fell wildly in love for a simple, humble store clerk.

A knife couldn’t stop his heart. A bullet couldn’t.

Only you could.

You’d noticed his rather frequent arrivals whilst you worked. Perhaps he was a regular? But when you asked your co-workers, he was never seen. A white haired, tall and lean man? It would be pretty easy to remember someone like him. But none of your co-workers knew him. They’d even called you insane on how much you rambled about him. Perhaps he truly just had inconsistent timing.

Perhaps not.

One day you rung him up as usual. A nice ice cold water, and a bag of potato chips. The same routine you two followed, and as he pulled out his wallet to grab his card like usual, you finally heard the cold man speak.

“Hey,” Sakamoto trailed off as he paid for his snacks whilst you bagged them up, his eyes watching you move so damn elegantly. He’d sacrifice everything he’d built for just a date with you.

“Are you.. free after your shift? I’d like to talk.” He spoke so confidently, his tone low and cold. But inside? He’d never been so nervous. You had this hitman practically shaking, yet he did his absolute best to contain his fear of messing up his only chances with you.

“I-If that’s fine with you, of course.” Sakamoto cleared his throat. He’d never stuttered in so long he forgot what it sounded like.

You had this man wrapped around your finger, and you had absolutely no clue.