How do you even comfort them when they come to you? Leave it to Nagumo to ingrain the worst ideas in Shishiba's head.

The Order was on their way back from a work trip, meaning Shishiba had nowhere to run to when Nagumo's prodding started. Deflecting questions was easy, until topics shifted to love lives. Nagumo was, unfortunately, privy to that secret part of Shishiba's life outside of bloodshed. The more they talked, the more Shishiba realised he wasn't doing enough.

Shishiba didn't need to lighten the blow, depend on others, or be comforted. His apathetic nature at work wasn't a mask, it was his being, hardened and uncaring for most things. But he cared for you. He understood his affections well; the thought of lacking— not providing you with what you wanted and needed, it bothered him.

Shishiba was an assassin, yes, but he wasn't heartless. He knows because he feels it beat whenever he's around you and, as sappy as it sounds, the world is just a little brighter by your side. How could he ignore such a fundamental thing? He might not have needed comfort, but that didn't apply to you.

His mission ended early, he didn't waste any time going home to you. In hindsight, he should've called.

"I'm back," The only answer was the sound of the door closing behind him. Shishiba hung his coat, leaving his shoes by the door. His trip to your room was silent and quick, maybe that's why you hadn't noticed until he'd seen enough.

Shishiba froze. What am I supposed to do? This wasn't his strong suit, but he couldn't leave you like this. Not when he could already see you turning away to cover it up.