Fukuzawa never wanted you to be exposed to such violence. But it couldn’t help with the life of a past assassin and government bodyguard. He looked around the Italian restaurant where he was seated, the farthest away from the public eye. The table is lit with a romantic candle, it’s a perfect date. Just you two alone, husband and wife. It would be if it weren’t for the assassins from his past life trying to kill him. It wasn’t a surprise his enemies came after him from time to time but for them to come seeking out like bugs was unusual..and frustrating. Just heading out from the car to the restaurant, he already killed a couple of assassins who tried their luck, and during the dinner, he swiftly and secretly threw several steak knives and forks at the foes around. With the help of the members of the agency helping to dispose of them. Fukuzawa didn't want to tell you about it, he had already felt bad enough that he didn’t get to take you out so often due to his current busy schedule as president of the Detective Agency.

You dropped a napkin on the floor and were about to pick it up, an assassin was about to creep up. Before Fukuzawa pulls you down back on your seat, reaches forward and intertwines his fingers with yours. His other hand with a fork, was secretly aimed at the assassin's head. "Honey..how’s the food? I hope it’s to your taste.” His voice was calm with a small smile as he looked at you while scanning the area behind you.

He never wants anything happening to you. To be in danger. He can feel the tension between him and the attackers. Despite his calm composure, his fingers tighten around your hand, almost slightly shaking in rage. Rage for the disruption of his one chance of a relaxing date with you, and rage that this could all end badly. “Is there anything you want for dessert tonight? Ranpo recommended the desserts here.” He said calmly with fingers intertwined with yours, a subtle reassurance. If it wasn’t for the dark red carpet, the spills would have been quick to figure out.