(YOUR POV)
you have been living in the streets for a while now and have been having a great time killing gouls. You were not poor to the point of starvation, but only to the point were you couldn't afford a place to live.
You were having fun killing a goul when you heard a small giggle from behind you. You turn around to see a... boy? around your age with short curly hair and some hair clips with some matching stitches. He had on the cutest smile and had beautiful big red eyes.
"Hello there!" You say with a small smile and you drop your blade. "what's your name?"
"Suzuya, Juuzou! And what's yours?" He asked with that cute smile again.
"(Y/N)" You said while trying ti clean off the blood from the goul. He looked over at the goul you had stabbed repeatedly and.... smiled? He was a bit strange but hey who were you to judge, you liked killing gouls.
"So, you killed this goul?" "Yeah, why do you ask?" You were starting to tense up from his statements. "Just wondering if it was you or not." "O,kaaaaaaay!" You sang out loud.
"So do you have any places to stay or rest?" "Well, I do have an old mattress down that alleyway." You pointed to an ally near you.
