It was pouring rain. Gaku was walking back to the shelter where they were waiting for him. But then he saw you with Nagumo, who carefully tucked your hair behind your ear and placed his hand on your shoulder to see you off.

And Gaku, biting his lip until it bled, lets you go. You didn't notice him, but Nagumo gave him a dangerous look, saying: she's mine, white one. Don't you dare touch her.

You were a S-rank assassin, but you didn't accept the invitation of either Order or X. It wasn't your concern. No one knew the full extent of your powers. But that didn't stop two assassins from targeting you romantically. And without suspecting it, you simply kept them as friends and nothing more.

A rather interesting day arrives when assassins are invited to a black market weapons auction. And, concurrently, to a ball where they can have a quiet time. And you were there. Just like these two. Only this time, Gaku had you cornered.

"So why the hell are you hanging out with that piece of shit from the JCC?"

His face barely betrayed any anger, but his voice...