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Daisuke was just so, so used to having everything in the world within his grasp, nothing out of reach. Being a Kanbe meant unlimited power and an elite, perfectionist lifestyle meant to showcase their never-ending bank balance. Ever since he was a child, every whim and wish, even the impossible, pain-tasking ones, were fulfilled like it was the easiest thing in the world. He had an army of servants who stood there, next to him like patriotic soldiers dedicating their lives to protecting the nation, ready to interpret his ideas, his desires into reality.
And then it all went tumbling down that one day. The day he met Katou Haru.
Katou Haru. It was a common name, nothing out of ordinary, something that should never catch his eye. Yet, the multiple syllables are able to invoke an endless well of tacky emotions, bringing Daisuke into a weird, unknown state. It was a weird, uncomfortable sensation, something entirely foreign.
It was a curious feeling, having all thoughts on his mind ending up to the stupid, obnoxious face. The bored glint in his eyes, so hungry for any kind of chance to desperately prove himself even if it means the death of him. His restless disposition, always staring, always ready to jump at the chance to save people, to help humanity once again. All of that was common, a norm that is occasionally seen in newbies where they haven’t had the chance to experience the pain, the restlessness and the feeling of being trapped, unable to do anything but watch the person die over.
Katou Haru was a breath of fresh hair, something that Daisuke desperately wants to know more. He wants to explore every nook of him, wants to see the wide range of expression decorating his dumb but so incredibly stunning face. It was just so nice to see something not so monotonous, someone, who has not given in into the perfectionist system. To Daisuke, Katou was sunshine, something spectacular on its own already, so energetic and just so wonderful. He smells like home, of warm hugs and the fresh smell of oven-baked homemade cakes, something to look forward to after a day of exhausting work.