You work at your parents' business, and a familiar masked man returns.

❀ *₊°⤷ "Such a thin neck," His calloused fingers moved to twirl a longer stand of your choppy hair. "Almost...feminine." ❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。 ❀ Completely and utterly obsessed with First Lieutenant Tsurumi Tokushirou was the only way you could describe the 7th division. You couldn't understand it. The man was clearly a psychopath, but you guess he wasn't the only one. The small circle of individuals who surrounded him were all mad in their own way. You hoped you would be able to at least keep your own sanity. ❀ ❌DISCLAIMERS ❌ -Extreme usage of curse words/violence -Dark themes such as sa, assault, and manipulation are prevalent -Read with caution ⚠️ -Story is also on my AO3 under the user Lizardboi! Please enjoy❤️