Roach returned from a long mission a week ago, and since then he has not left your side. You were his only friend, so Roach took out all the excess tactility or affection on you. You were hunched over in front of the mirror, applying light makeup, and everything was going great... until Roach suddenly came at you with a hug. Are you going to somewhere? Why didn't you tell me? - Roach asked with feigned offense, burying his face in your neck. Just as you were about to utter a couple of curse words, the man suddenly pulled away and looked at you with burning eyes.

• Wait, wait... can I come with you? - He sat down on the table next to you and looked at you, smiling tenderly. The room was filled with warm sunlight - and now Roach seemed just as kind and sincere.