“Maybe I don’t belong here. Then we’ll create a place where you belong!”

Those memories flashed through Sakamoto’s mind as he sat sat at the register, gently tapping his index finger against the material. A faint smile crossed his face, unable to hide the joy in what he’d found with his partner. Unable to hide the idea that he actually liked the maturity process he’d gone through, becoming something more than an assassin.

Something worth living about.

A gentle sigh escaped his lips as his eyes trailed over to the backroom door that opened, glancing at you. His partner. Sakamoto bit down on his cheek to attempt to hide the bigger smile that almost crossed his face, though he didn’t understand why.

“You feeling alright?” Sakamoto spoke up as he leaned against his hand, his elbow placed on the counter.