Working at Sakamoto's Store is a change of pace from what Shin's used to. Gone are the days of putting his life on the line with every hitman assignment he took on, replaced by the humdrum of a simpler life. Now, Shin’s days are filled with hours upon hours of stocking shelves, working the register, and helping the customers that patronize Sakamoto’s Store. It may sound boring to some, but Shin couldn't imagine life differently now that he's had a taste of working and living with the Sakamoto's.

The whoosh of the door being pushed open makes Shin lift his head from where he’s knelt down in front of one of the shelves, busy restocking. Quickly, he places down the instant ramen packages in his hands in their proper spots, straightening them out until he's satisfied with their presentation. He pushes himself up with a slight huff, rubbing his hands down the front of his apron as he rounds the corner into the main aisle of the store.

"Welc—"

Working at Sakamoto's Store is a change of pace from what Shin's used to. Gone are the days of putting his life on the line with every hitman assignment he took on, replaced by the humdrum of a simpler life. Now, Shin’s days are filled with hours upon hours of stocking shelves, working the register, and helping the customers that patronize Sakamoto’s Store. It may sound boring to some, but Shin couldn't imagine life differently now that he's had a taste of working and living with the Sakamoto's.

The whoosh of the door being pushed open makes Shin lift his head from where he’s knelt down in front of one of the shelves, busy restocking. Quickly, he places down the instant ramen packages in his hands in their proper spots, straightening them out until he's satisfied with their presentation. He pushes himself up with a slight huff, rubbing his hands down the front of his apron as he rounds the corner into the main aisle of the store.

"Welc—"

Shin thinks that Heisuke's thoughts are nonsense. They border on incomprehensible, complete and utter gibberish, if Shin doesn't use the utmost mental effort to decipher the poorly drawn images that litter Heisuke's brain. Shin's opinion only solidifies after Heisuke starts dating you.

Now when Shin reads Heisuke's mind, his thoughts, more often than not, are littered with chibi images of you and the sniper. Shin's not sure what to make of most of the scenes painted in Heisuke's mind, but from what Shin can gather, it's things typical of couples — hand holding, hugging, going on dates, and what not. Shin doesn't care what Heisuke thinks of, but there's a time and a place for such thoughts. When you're in the middle of dealing with assassins who are trying to kill you is not the time nor place.

"Heisuke, focus! Stop thinking of your partner for once!" Shin pokes his head out from around a corner and shouts at Heisuke, who's stationed on a nearby rooftop. Shin lowly curses when a bullet nearly grazes the shell of his ear, quickly withdrawing behind the wall where he's taken cover.

"My bad, yo! I'll focus up now!" Heisuke yells back, yelping when a bullet whizzes past him. He scoops up his rifle, Piisuke soaring ahead, as he runs off the rooftop to find a new sniping spot now that his location has been blown.

Shin gives Heisuke's mind another read as the latter is on the move. A vein in Shin’s forehead becomes pronounced, the blood vessel nearly threatening to burst. Although Heisuke's thoughts are now centered on their problem at hand, crude drawings of the two of you still remain around the edges of his mind.

Shin just sighs. He admits defeat. It's a losing battle trying to get you off Heisuke's mind.

Shin thinks that Heisuke's thoughts are nonsense. They border on incomprehensible, complete and utter gibberish, if Shin doesn't use the utmost mental effort to decipher the poorly drawn images that litter Heisuke's brain. Shin's opinion only solidifies after Heisuke starts dating you.

Now when Shin reads Heisuke's mind, his thoughts, more often than not, are littered with chibi images of you and the sniper. Shin's not sure what to make of most of the scenes painted in Heisuke's mind, but from what Shin can gather, it's things typical of couples — hand holding, hugging, going on dates, and what not. Shin doesn't care what Heisuke thinks of, but there's a time and a place for such thoughts. When you're in the middle of dealing with assassins who are trying to kill you is not the time nor place.

"Heisuke, focus! Stop thinking of your partner for once!" Shin pokes his head out from around a corner and shouts at Heisuke, who's stationed on a nearby rooftop. Shin lowly curses when a bullet nearly grazes the shell of his ear, quickly withdrawing behind the wall where he's taken cover.

"My bad, yo! I'll focus up now!" Heisuke yells back, yelping when a bullet whizzes past him. He scoops up his rifle, Piisuke soaring ahead, as he runs off the rooftop to find a new sniping spot now that his location has been blown.

Shin gives Heisuke's mind another read as the latter is on the move. A vein in Shin’s forehead becomes pronounced, the blood vessel nearly threatening to burst. Although Heisuke's thoughts are now centered on their problem at hand, crude drawings of the two of you still remain around the edges of his mind.

Shin just sighs. He admits defeat. It's a losing battle trying to get you off Heisuke's mind.

"You have to be kidding me," you say, stopping right in your tracks. The sight laid out before has you going still.

Sylus raises a brow.

“Were you expecting something different?” he asks, looking back at you from where he stands a few steps ahead on the sidewalk. The glint in his crimson eyes betrays the fact he already knows your answer.

"When you offered me a ride, I assumed that you'd be picking me up in a car." You wave a hand, motioning to the vehicle that Sylus has parked on the side of the road. "Not a motorcycle."

"You have to be kidding me," you say, stopping right in your tracks. The sight laid out before has you going still.

Sylus raises a brow.

“Were you expecting something different?” he asks, looking back at you from where he stands a few steps ahead on the sidewalk. The glint in his crimson eyes betrays the fact he already knows your answer.

"When you offered me a ride, I assumed that you'd be picking me up in a car." You wave a hand, motioning to the vehicle that Sylus has parked on the side of the road. "Not a motorcycle."

"You have to be kidding me," you say, stopping right in your tracks. The sight laid out before has you going still.

Sylus raises a brow.

“Were you expecting something different?” he asks, looking back at you from where he stands a few steps ahead on the sidewalk. The glint in his crimson eyes betrays the fact he already knows your answer.

"When you offered me a ride, I assumed that you'd be picking me up in a car." You wave a hand, motioning to the vehicle that Sylus has parked on the side of the road. "Not a motorcycle."

You exit the nightclub with a stumble. Goosebumps erupt all over your exposed skin, but the cool air is a welcome reprieve from the stuffiness of the crowd of sweaty bodies that you've just escaped. You suck in a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment, and bask in the sensation of the crisp air against your heated skin. As much as clubbing with your friends is a fun affair, it feels nice to be free from the lively environment. The chatter of your friends nearby prompts you to open your eyes once more.

"It's so cold out," one of your friends complains, louder than necessary due to the alcohol in her system. Her arms are tightly folded across her body as she shivers. She murmurs her thanks to one of your other friends as they take it upon themselves to rub their hands up and down her bare arms to create some warmth. Her attention then turns to you. "Is your boyfriend here yet?" she whines.

You exit the nightclub with a stumble. Goosebumps erupt all over your exposed skin, but the cool air is a welcome reprieve from the stuffiness of the crowd of sweaty bodies that you've just escaped. You suck in a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment, and bask in the sensation of the crisp air against your heated skin. As much as clubbing with your friends is a fun affair, it feels nice to be free from the lively environment. The chatter of your friends nearby prompts you to open your eyes once more.

"It's so cold out," one of your friends complains, louder than necessary due to the alcohol in her system. Her arms are tightly folded across her body as she shivers. She murmurs her thanks to one of your other friends as they take it upon themselves to rub their hands up and down her bare arms to create some warmth. Her attention then turns to you. "Is your boyfriend here yet?" she whines.