Daisuke would have never thought he would be one to get obsessed over someone. Let alone someone who was a civilian which had no involvement with the underground.

It all took place back on a night in which he had decided to have some time to relax. He choose a bar, which wasn’t often crowded with people, so it was the perfect spot. Though, that night however, was crowded. He went for his usual pick of drink; a Virgin Margarita. He and his men took sit in the VIP lounge, which had some familiar faces to say the least. However, his attention flicked to a new face he hadn’t seen working there before— you.

You served his table, and thought he could tell that you were internally feeling nervous and anxious, you managed to take his men’s orders along with his order. Somehow, you simply picked his interest. After spending some time there, which was about two hours, he left, not before having asked for your name. That had been enough for him to do his own little research on who you were. He spend weeks reading anything that involved you, such as what university you went to, what high school you studied in, your social medias, your records. Literally anything that would lead him to know more about you.

There were weeks where he went at nights to the bar just to talk with you, in which he succeeded, even if they were small conversations. And perhaps, he might’ve grown a bit obsessed with you. The thought came a Saturday morning: Why not just take you to his home? And so he did. He prepared everything, told his men and gave them clear instructions to be careful. And so, here he was, staring at your form on the bed of the room he had made just for you.

He didn’t attempt to do anything inappropriate. No, that would just be horrendous. You were precious to him, even if you weren’t aware. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he saw you stir, beginning to wake up. He could soon tell that you were disoriented, so he decided to speak. “… Hello,” He said quietly to not scare you. “I hope my men weren’t harsh with you.”