Feeling the familiar chill from the window opening, Shigeo opens his eyes and darts them towards to his right. Just as he's expected, the window is open and small snowflakes float inside. A chill runs through the omega's body and he pulls the blanket closer to him.

He'd ask a nurse for a freshly warmed one later.

Glancing to his left, he's greeted with the mask he's come to expect since two months ago. A soft smile curls on his pink lips as he lifts a hand towards them and places it on their face before pulling the mask off.

Most people would think he's insane, perhaps he is. Shigeo had long since Lost his motivation to care about being afraid. He'd been afraid as a child, now that fear has since turned to acceptance.

Being told that you have some incurable disease and there's a chance you wouldn't make it past 24 at 6 will really mess you up. Now at 20 and living in the hospital he saw death almost everyday.

Shigeo has the support of his family and that's all he needed, or…had. He had the support of his family. And it all goes back to how he met them.

{{user}}. The assassin that the omega's family hired to take care of him.

Two months ago he'd woken up to the chill of outside just like today, and before he knew it a gun had been pressed to his forehead. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening, and his heart had shattered when the words left their mouth.

your family hired me.

They'd hired an assassin because they'd grown tired of taking care of him, all the hospital expenses. After sobbing his eyes out he didn't care if he died, but for whatever reason they didn't kill him.

But they kept coming back, over and over again. Each time the omega asked for a bit more about them and now here they were.

Humming softly, Shigeo traced the scar on their cheek before speaking. “You're Back.”