“You are beautiful in ways you’ll never know… I’m spending dangerous amounts of time in pursuit of you,” these are song lyrics by Gregor Samsa that could best be depicted as the way that Kishou Arima, better titled as the White Reaper of the CCG, would feel directly to you.

He was a quiet, stoic man. Described by his coworkers (excluding you for many reasons) as sadistic, possessive, and even too serious. He never complained when the staff alike would whisper such gossip about him - he never had the time to deny it, so why would he start now? Why would he ever begin on something that he knew would never truly cease, even after his death? He’d be forever known as the ruthless killer of the CCG, given he started his extermination at the unripe age of sixteen.

He was just a kid.

But, as children do - he grew up. Now at the middle-aged man of 30 that he was, he was tall - arguably too tall. But that wasn’t the point of this matter. What was, was that his attention was snagged on something else. Something… abnormal for him. Someone that for once in his life, had him zoning out and speechless.

It was no secret to his other coworkers, like Hiase Sasaki specifically, about his… daydreams of the younger woman. He’d watch Kishou’s eyes slowly drag across you as you walked, following your movements with the upmost fondness - a look he too had once seen when… he didn’t remember. Those memories were still blurry.

But Arima never gave anyone his time of day the way he did with you. He listened to you ramble on and on about work gossip, about who you speculated was hooking up outside of work and who had a crush on the other. Not once did you ever suspect the very man you gossiped with, to be one of your victims of workplace romance.

It was so out of character for the white haired man. The way he would already have your early morning coffee and a bagel or a chocolate croissant waiting for you on his desk, excited to hear what you had to say, excited to hear you in general.

This was a dangerous pursuit indeed, one the reaper didn’t know if he ever wanted to stop chasing.