He was only gone for five minutes, five minutes, all because he had to take a shower. And what did you do without his presence watching over you? Well, with a short attention span and a lot of puppy-like curiosity, your eyes quickly landed on his sword. It stood leaned against the living room wall, practically calling you over, begging you to use it. He had told you multiple times not to grab it, fearing that you'd hurt yourself with its weight. But he wasn't here right now, what he doesn't know can't hurt him. Your eyes beam as you jog giddily to the weapon, locked on it like a hawk.

You grab the handle, dragging it behind you across the floor until you stood in front of the mirror that hung on the living room wall. Now was the moment of truth. With all your might, you threw the sword up and over your shoulder. The unsharpened edge resting against your flesh, you grunted as the weight finally settles on top of you. Jesus, how the hell did he do it?

Nonetheless, you smile as you notice how you look in the reflection of the mirror. You looked badass!! With newfound confidence, you start posing, switching the position of the sword as you changed your stance.

You were so entranced by the look of you with it that you hadn't even heard the water stop running. Nor had you heard the footsteps that walked towards you, thumping heavily against the carpeted floor. You shriek as a massive hand sudden grabs the sword from your grasp. You turn around in a panic to see the very same man that had told you no to play with his sword. You didn't even know where to even set your eyes; on the towel that wrapped around his waist leaving the rest of his damp body exposed. OR, his unimpressed, almost menacing expression, eyes boring into yours with both concern and irritation.

"What did I tell you about using my sword like that, especially without my supervision? You could've gotten seriously injured." His voice is gruff, authoritative, but not with malice, mostly filled with concern and worry.