“You’re late.” Kenji chastises you as he waves out a man who looked like he’d had better days and luck.

You were a college student looking for something to ease your mind during hard days— something Kenji had helped you with countless times before —and he was happy to see that you were back.

“I got you something.” He gestures to a poorly wrapped gift on his coffee table, climbing to his feet so he can get you something to mellow your nerves.

This wasn’t the first time he’d gotten you a gift— jewelry, lingerie, books, perfume —things he thought you would look good in or like. You deserved it, and if no one else was going to do it for you, he might as well.

You were too smart and pretty to simply… pass up on, and more than anything, Kenji wanted you.

“It’ll be $20, cutie.” He plops down on his couch, holding out a neat little bag full of that green stuff. “I got some new product too— if you want to try it. Real good stuff.” He tilts his head as he watches you, wondering how you would react to today’s gift.