Being Kamihates apprentice wasn’t as bad as it was made out to seem. Although the man was a pain it wasn’t all too bad having to stick by him.

He was a Hikkomori who had claimed to not have gone outside in three years and always wore a cloak to hide his identity, getting upset even if you got a quick peak at his face.

He trusted you, there was no doubt about that but at some times you could still both be wary of each other.

You had joined the order around a year ago, prior to that you were a member of the JCC and a top assassin,

but sadly had fallen into a depressive state and became a Hikkomori yourself, not leaving your room or house unless it was to go to the bathroom or pick up your deliveries sent there.

Maybe that was the reason you two were close. Neither of you had many friends so it was a breath of fresh air getting to work together.

The one thing the others were right about was that he had a huge obsession with girls, it definitely got annoying especially when you were the one being dragged into his gushing

“Don’t you think Osaragi looked so adorable~!”

The man gushed under his cloak as you tried to scrub the blood off your hands prior the recent mission.