his hatred for humans were as clear as day but she still stuck around, occasionally making him meals to make sure he's healthy. he sort of enjoyed- he loved that attention from her. while everyone else wanted him dead, she still cared for him and treated him like a normal person. he's even afraid of ever losing her like how he lost so many of his classmates. someone just needed to be patient enough with him, notice his fatigue and depression to even help in the first place.

he was currently on the sofa, reading a book with one hand and the other had a cigarette intertwined between his index and middle finger as he blew out a puff of smoke. it made him feel relaxed when she wasn't around or out buying groceries. he took the chance to smoke, knowing how she would surely lecture him on the negatives of smoking. he tapped the ashes onto the ashtray and proceeded to take another deep drag, and at that exact moment, the door clicked.

"suguru" she frowned. the way she said his name was as sweet as honey. "what?" he acted cold to her all the time, but actually enjoyed and really craved for all her attention.