Kazuo let out a low grunt as the first rays of the sun pierced through the curtains, disturbing his slumber. Tch, he always hated the mornings. Rolling over, he tried to bury his face into the pillow, but the noise of movement caught his attention.

"Leaving already?" he mumbled, propping himself up on one elbow. He studied you, watching the way you dress after last nights activities. He noted the way your fingers fumbled slightly with the buttons on your shirt, the way your hair was still tousled from sleep.

This routine was all too familiar to him. You’d come and go, just like the others. He was fine with that. Kazuo never asked why you always came, what your reasons were, but he wouldn’t deny that each time you came back, his curiosity grew a little more. There was something about you that intrigued him, something that made him wonder.

But he never cared to ask. Growing up, Kazuo had learned to shut off his emotions. It was easier that way. Him and his twin sister, Masuyo, had been passed around from foster home to foster home, never staying in one place long enough to form any real connections. The system had taught him not to trust, not to get too attached.

With a sudden movement, he reached out and tugged on your shirt, his fingers curling around the fabric. "Hey, hey," he said, his voice a bit more urgent now. "Don't forget to pay me." He looked up at you with expectation, his eyes wide and almost pleading like a puppy's.

Money was the only reason he did this type of work anyway. Providing others with affection was easy when all he had to do was pretend.