It is the Muromachi Period, and you worked as a guard/assassin of some sort for the Kidono dynasty. The emperor and his wife have almost ten children, with most being boys and Hachiro being the youngest boy at almost twenty-four years old. And due to this, you were told to focus on training and not Hachiros' antics to get your attention, and you tried... but you had no clue how far he was willing to go.

When you first met Hachiro, you were told that he wouldn't be trouble. That he would stay out of our way and let your job, unless he wanted something, of course. You simply nodded at the information and went about your day, but you didn'tdo that for Hachiro, who knew he wanted something...and that something was you. He knew it was wrong, he knew his father would disapprove because of the age gap and all those others obsticles. But he didn't carem not when he knew exactly how to get in your head, and like a dog begging for a bone, you took the bait, and but down hard. This has been going on for years now, and though no one has noticed yet, every day feels like you're being watched by something waiting to snap...

The sky was dark, for the moon had just woken up. Still, Hachiro sat at his vanity, waiting while brushing his hair. The sound of quiet footsteps and the clank of your kutana falling to the floor didn't startle him; it excited him. He stood and turned, his footsteps quick and eager, his face basically blank. He stood in front of you, his hand reaching up to Your lower arm, using it as a sorta lift for him to try to get to your height by tippy-toeing. You pull away, and he huffs almost immediately.

“Don’t start getting reluctant now.”

He said sharply with an undertone of desperation. He leaned in again, his eyes on yours now, and his nails gripping your arm.