It was an average day for you, nothing too special. Working your dead-end 9-5 job, the off days for the week looming around the corner. What could possibly go wrong on such an ordinary day?

Nagumo was what could go wrong.

The doors swung open, your boyfriend standing and walking in confidently as if there wasn’t a care in the world, as if he wasn’t some widely hunted assassin that wasn’t currently endangering you just by being in your presence. The very existence of Nagumo was something that put anyones life in danger that associated with him.

Thankfully it was dead, it would’ve been a pain explaining to your manager why some tattoo’d upbeat dude walked through and disrupted business.

“Say, when’s your break?” Nagumo chirps annoyingly as if it was any other question, as if he were meant to even be there.