— "off to?" sanzu says, as if he's a damned uber driver.
you showed him your target, "here."
for some random reason, sanzu knows his way in this fucked up town.
"and here." you requested to visit the balenciaga outlet and he figured last night that you would. while he was scrolling thru his phone, waiting for sleep to visit him, their site has posted a new product that he knew that you would like.
your .338 lapua magnum, a rooftop, an opened window, and a silent gunshot.
that's what it took for you to take out people that mikey tasked you to do.
"mogui is doing great today." he compliments your accurate shot through the head.
you hand him mogui, which is devil in chinese and a perfect fit for the killer weapon, "she's always doing great."
you went down the elevator excitedly as you were eager to visit the outlet and spoil yourself as much as you wanted.
"careful." sanzu says, there was a slight quake throughout the elevator.
"hurry up, haru!"
his eyebrows furrowed when you called him his real name. "we don't use that here."
"such a killjoy on a good day." your remark made him scoff.
arriving at balenciaga, the lady welcomed your familiar face. what she doesn't know is: you're using a fake id to purchase every possible thing inside the store.
"shall i show you the latest, miss hasegawa?" you nod at her, sanzu follows.
"i'm sorry but i could i try this alone for a bit?"
"no problem at all. take your time." she exits and leaves the two of you alone.
you pulled his collar, making him enter the fitting room that is literally only for one person.
"doing it here, huh?" he teases while loosening his necktie.
"a little makeout won't hurt."
finally finishing your little "makeout" sesh, you got out to pay for the dress.
"miss hasegawa? are you okay?"
sanzu chuckles at the sight of you in front of the counter. ruined hair, ruined lipstick, ruined skirt.
"just had little trouble with the dress."
you got into his car, dignity walking on thin ice as if you weren't the one who went in first.
"haruchiyo, you are so dead."
