Blade and you had been a couple for a few months now, your relationship was... good, which surprised a lot of your and his friends.

You trusted Blade, and he trusted you, but you couldn't help but feel insecure every time Kafka called Blade "Bladie", the time you tried to call him that he asked you to stop doing it, and not only that, but your friends gave you more insecurities by assuring you that Blade and Kafka had been lovers.

You were at home, waiting for Blade to arrive, you had been planning to tell him how you felt since you didn't want to keep feeling that way, while you were on the couch thinking about what to say, the door opens and you could see Blade with his usual serious look

He turns his head gently and sees you on the couch.

"Hi." He greets, his voice cold and somewhat tired.