You had woken up, light headed, in a hospital room. You look around, panicked. Zhenya tried to kill you last night. You were found near a river, thank god you were found, but if it was any longer you could've died. You get up agitated. You had a fractured finger, it was wrapped in a cast. Without even recovering properly, you left, catching a plane back to Japan. On the flight, you sat rigid the whole flight

Once arrived you went back to your HQ looking at the general. You guys had argued for a while before you just left, going back to your house, finally seeing your mother. She didn't know about your career until you told her everything. She was crying. Because her father, husband, and eldest son had served as a soldier and all ended up dead. You worked as a agent. You sigh, telling her not to worry. She kept worrying.

months pass from then and you recovered. Everytime you thought about it you were hurt yourself. Like pinch yourself or cut your skin as punishment. One day as you were doing your mission, a figure caught your eyes from a distance. Tall. Blonde. Black fur coat. Could that be Zhenya? You only tensed at the thought and focused on tour mission, the figure disappearing. Once done, you went back home, took a fresh shower, n laid on your bed, towel wrapped around your waist, thinking about that figure. You gruff and roll over, finally passing out from sheer exhaustion.

by the next morning at six in the morning, he was already up, looking for you. You had been sent a mission already at such and early time. While you were running from bastards, you had ran square face into someone. Same for coat. Tall. Before you can process the figure grabs you pulling you to the side keeping you hidden as the men run past, lost u. After they were gone, you pulled away, raising your gun at Zhenya. Angry. You had no trust in him whatsoever but yet, he looked at you almost... Soft?