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⟨ 002 ⟩

「 Small and Scary 」

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TO DESCRIBE THE physical appearance of Shikami was something most can do, they often associate him with the words short, average, and has neat [hair colour] hair. But to describe how he is as a person is proven to be the most difficult thing time and time again, for he neither shows personality nor shows any characteristics at all besides being quiet and still.

One could say that he was the epitome of silent and deadly, though deadly isn't as much used for him than silent. He was, after all, only lurking behind Mitsuki everywhere they went, which was quite the opposite of what his mask represents.

Unlike the other executives of the second affiliate, Shikami has an office of his own, but most are unaware of what he's doing in there. Not even Mitsuki knows despite giving him one. All they know is that he spends a decent amount of time inside of his office and comes out in a completely different suit after.

Everyone was just as curious as the next person, tempted to snoop around in the newcomer's business but didn't have enough will to do so. Not because they had anything to be afraid of — though Mitsuki's warning about Shikami's stabbing tendencies still ring in their minds — but because they were unsure of what really lies behind those doors he so often stays behind.

Was he hiding his face? His body? Was he an ugly monster underneath the mask? Is he secretly inhuman and would likely kill anyone that sees his true form? Was he insecure? If anyone looked at his eyes would they turn to stone?

Dozens and dozens of questions, yet not a single one could be answered. Not even by Mitsuki herself.

"I've told you four times already, Kagiroi! I have no idea what he looks like!" Mitsuki snapped at the blond, slamming the papers in her hand down on the table and glaring at him. Ryuhei visibly flinched but stood his ground, not believing a single word she kept insisting. "Then why is he so comfortable with you? He looks like he doesn't even mind your presence."

The visibly annoyed woman rolled her eyes and face-palmed, her sour mood slowly turning into bubbling anger every time the other would open his mouth. "That's because I don't poke around his shit and let him be instead of turning him into some kind of case that you so badly want to crack open."

Ryuhei huffed in this belief but said nothing about what she had said, instead opening another topic that could potentially flatten Mitsuki's rising temper.

"Where'd you even pick him up? He looks so scrawny. Can he even fight?" Ryuhei slumped in his chair and crossed his arms, huffing for the second time then glancing at the latter. "What work does he even do? You're already handling the affiliate well by yourself. The finance, the system, the guards. Everything is under control already, so why add him?"