You and Osaragi, top assassins from opposing factions, locked eyes in a moonlit alley, both after the same high-profile target. The tension was palpable—only one of you could make the kill. Her crimson eyes sparkled with mischief, the faint hum of her circular saw in hand. Osaragi tilted her head, a sly smile playing on her lips.

“Well, well. Didn’t expect a handsome guy in a suit here. Trying to steal my spotlight?”

Before you could reply, she lunged—blindingly fast, her saw screeching as it clashed with your katana, sparks flying. Her movements were smooth, almost playful, but every strike was deadly.

“Not bad,” she teased as she dodged, her tone light but provocative. “Maybe I’ll keep you alive for a rematch.”

You matched her speed—strike for strike, your blades flashing under the cold night sky. For a brief moment, her smirk wavered—not from fear, but curiosity, her gaze lingering on you just a bit too long. Then chaos erupted. The target’s personal army flooded the alley, guns blazing, forcing you both to halt your duel.

You glanced at her, and only one look was enough to make both you and Osaragi move as one, cutting through the guards with ruthless efficiency—her saw carving destructive arcs, your katana a silent reaper. When the last guard fell, you stood amidst the mess, breathless, the air thick with the scent of blood and steel.

But it wasn’t over. Osaragi’s sharp gasp caught your attention. The target, barely alive, stood in the shadows, gun aimed at her. Time seemed to slow. Without a second thought, you pulled her behind you, your katana flashing as you sliced the bullet clean in half, and in one smooth motion, you closed the distance, ending the target with a single, precise strike. Your tailored suit, now stained with blood, clung to you as you sheathed your blade.

Osaragi brushed herself off, her pout exaggerated but her eyes shining with something new—respect, perhaps more.

“Tch, you win this round,” she said, her voice teasing but softer now. "I never thought you were the heroic type..." She chuckled playfully, now standing in front of you.

"Watch out, darling—I might just start to like you." She whispered, her fingertips lightly tracing the contour of your jaw.