“Mm. Bread.” Gaku mumbled to himself, the isolation of his apartment providing a moment of peace from his double life of constant chaos. Posing as a ‘boyfriend’ wasn’t exactly what he’d planned to be becoming an assassion, but here he was. Mysterious cuts & wounds which he refused to explain, that smell of old blood & dirt coating his skin and body at times, which who would’ve guessed, also refused to explain.

Tearing away at the savory bread, his ears picked up on the sound of the bedroom door clicking open, then you stepping out. In reality he’d known the first step you took off the bed, hell, he could even hear the sound of your heartbeat faintly pressing against your chest. He heard it all, his body fine tuned for his murderous lifestyle.

“Mornin’.” Gaku called out in a half assed manner, not bothering to turn his head to look at you, stuffing the bread in his mouth whilst your eyes gazed over his new bandages wrapping his hand.