𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑀𝑒 [ ObaMitsu fanfic/ R-(MA)] Kimetsu No Yaiba

Chapter 66.5 - Lovely little Place

The apartment was quiet, almost eerily so, as the apartment manager, a middle-aged man with a clipboard and professional demeanor, entered the girl's apartment. Behind him was a tall, slim man with jet-black hair cascading to his shoulders. He was dressed in the uniform of the maintenance team, but his movements seemed unnervingly fluid, almost theatrical.

The manager clapped his hands together. "Alright, let's make this quick. Just a routine inspection for water damage. The tenants gave us permission, so no need to dawdle."

The black-haired employee smiled faintly, his expression unreadable. "Of course. Shall we start with the bathrooms?"

The manager nodded, leading the way. The employee followed silently, his dark eyes scanning the apartment with a strange intensity, as though memorizing every detail.

The pair moved room by room, the manager checking ceilings, walls, and floors for signs of leaks. The employee trailed behind, his presence unsettling despite his apparent compliance.

In Kanae's bedroom, the manager was scribbling notes about the pristine condition of the ceiling when the black-haired man's gaze landed on a small, inconspicuous camera plugged into the wall near the window facing outside.

"Hm," the man murmured, tilting his head as if examining a piece of art.

The manager glanced up. "What is it?"

"Nothing," the man replied smoothly, his voice calm and unbothered. "Just... interesting setup they've got here."

"Focus on the task," the manager grumbled.

The employee's lips curled into a faint smile as he stepped back, letting his eyes linger on the camera before following the manager to the next room.

In the living room, the manager examined the corners of the ceiling and the walls for any signs of damage. Meanwhile, the black-haired employee circled the room like a predator, his gaze lingering on the second camera followed by the router sitting on a shelf.

As the manager moved to inspect the kitchen, the man crouched near the router, his long fingers reaching behind it. With a calculated flick of his wrist, he unplugged a wire, severing the WiFi connection.

The router's small indicator light blinked out.

"Hey!" the manager barked, stepping back into the room just as the man straightened. "What are you doing?"

The black-haired employee turned, his expression an innocent mask. "Oh, nothing. Just making sure everything looks secure."

The manager scowled, pointing at him with his pen. "Stop snooping around and focus on the inspection."

"My apologies," the man said with a slight bow, his voice dripping with mock sincerity.

As he straightened, his hair shifted, revealing his face more clearly. His pale skin seemed almost too perfect, and his eyes glinted with a peculiar, unsettling light.

The manager froze for a moment, something about the man's face looked familiar as it triggering a primal sense of unease. "Just... stick to your job," he muttered, shaking his head as he turned away.

The inspection wrapped up quickly after that. The manager double-checked the last bathroom and then clapped his clipboard shut.

"Well, everything looks good here. No signs of damage. We'll let the tenants know we didn't find anything concerning."

"Good to hear," the black-haired man said softly, his tone almost melodic.

The manager gave him a hard look. "Alright, let's get out of here."

The man nodded but lingered for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the apartment one last time. He seemed to savor the sight of the place, his smile widening just a fraction.

As they stepped out into the hallway, the manager turned to him. "You need to watch yourself. Tenants trust us to respect their privacy, and I don't appreciate you poking around like that."

"Of course, sir," the man said with another slight bow, his voice low and smooth.

The manager frowned but said nothing more, walking ahead toward the elevator.

Left alone for a moment, the black-haired man's expression changed. His serene smile twisted into something darker, his eyes narrowing as a quiet chuckle escaped his lips.

"Such a lovely little place," he murmured to himself. "I wonder how long it'll stay this peaceful."

The sound of the manager calling him snapped him out of his reverie. The man straightened, smoothing his uniform and reached for his pockets, slowly removing a pocket knife and unfolding the blade.

But as the elevator doors closed, Doma's smile lingered, chilling and full of malice.