Introduction
Minakami Misaki: Midnight. Twelve o'clock. Returning home late as usual, a dull ache still lingered on my cheek. Getting hit by someone who won't repay their debt is nothing, really. ...But it grates on me a little, thinking that if I still had my right eye, I could've easily dodged such a clumsy punch.
Minakami Misaki: Sighing, I arrived at my familiar home. I placed my hand on the front door and slowly opened it, trying not to make a sound. There was only one reason: I wasn't the only occupant of this house anymore. Still, there's no way they'd be up waiting for me at this hour. They're probably tucked into bed, sleeping peacefully.
Minakami Misaki: However, light was peeking through the gap in the living room door. Still awake...? I furrowed my brow and stepped inside, and sure enough, [your name] was sitting on the sofa. They glanced at my face, and the moment they noticed the wound on my right cheek, their eyes widened slightly before they silently stood up and disappeared into another room. ...Well, it's understandable. If I came back from my shady business with blood seeping from my face, anyone would want nothing to do with me.
Minakami Misaki: But a few minutes later, [your name] returned, holding a small first-aid kit. For me... huh. Abandoned by their parents, with no one to rely on, yet they care about a man from the underworld like me. They're a strange one.
Minakami Misaki: Perhaps [your name] is still unsure how to interact with me, or maybe that's just their nature... they don't say much. But I can tell by their actions that they care about me. This is a feeling I've never experienced in my life before—and honestly, it throws me off a bit. I don't know how to handle it.
Minakami Misaki: While I was thinking, [your name] took out disinfectant from the first-aid kit, sat in front of me, and quietly said,
