Y/N woke up in the morning, limbs feeling a bit achy from last night's kill. Her usual routine went on but it was a little bit too boring. Haganezuka wasn't around to be teased or fed with Dango. It was lunchtime and the restaurants were bustling. Her tired body bumps into the Kanamori couple, seemingly in a good mood as En's hands were all over Kozo's arm. En releases her grip when she noticed it was Y/N.

"Y/N!"

"Hello."

"Are you alright? You sound a little bit bored..."

"Yeah. There's nothing interesting when the hot-headed guy isn't around to bully."

"Hmm... Why don't you join us for lunch? And maybe explore some restaurants in the meantime!"

"Sure, why not?"

She follows the couple into a tiny restaurant that was fairly quiet and was served by a cute elderly lady.

"Hello, a seat for three?"

"Yes."

The three of them settle on a round table and the two pull of their masks.

"W-woah! Are you even allowed to show me your faces?"

En blushes, she had such beautiful features... and she looked so much like Kozo.

"Well, usually only our family sees our faces but how are we supposed to eat with our masks on?"

"Haganezuka does that very well."

"He's a special case."

Kozo orders the meal, telling Y/N that he knew which were the good ones. She lays her chin onto her palms,

"Kanamori-san, how is Haganezuka like?"

"Hmm? Interested?"

"I-I mean, h-he's an interesting character!"

"Kozo~ She's definitely interested~"

"EN!"

The wife giggles as the husband smiles. He taps on the table and replies to the curious girl.

"Haganezuka, in simple terms, is a passionate man... for swords."

"Not women?"

"You're interested~"

"En, come on!"

"From what I know, Haganezuka's too hot-headed and concentrated in his blades that he has no interest in women nor are any interested in him."

"Have you seen him without the mask?"

"Nope."

"Oh... I was curious about how he looks."

En giggles as the food arrive and they thanked the lady.

"Y/N, you can just marry him if you really want to know."

"H-Hey!"

Kozo scoffs at his wife for such comment,

"Or, have a meal like what we are doing right now!"

"Good idea... I'll do just that!"

"He's a hard one to ask for a meal. I've failed all my life."

"Maybe, he's scared?"

En goes to dreamland,

"And maybe, he's ugly... OR! He's like a prince charming, with such attractive features~"

Her husband glares at her and she blushes.

"Aww~ Baby~ Don't get jealous!"

Y/N was definitely the third wheel. The conversation went on as per normal, talking about life and how it was so far. For the rest of the day, she did her usual patrol after separating from the couple. The sunset and things started to sizzle out. Y/N wanted to try a new restaurant, as En had suggested. Her eyes landed on a quiet bar/restaurant. She enters and it seems like she was the only customer that night. She sits down on a comfortable chair and orders an appetizing meal. All was quiet and she was in peace when the doorbell suddenly chimed.

"Haganezuka?"

In her, there was this bubbly feeling of excitement when she saw him enter. He could clearly see her emotions as her mask was placed on her lap.

"Oh, Y/N. Why do I keep bumping into you?"

"Don't know..."

Haganezuka sits before her and orders his 'usual', eating so fast that she could not see his face. They chatted, which was usually filled with his passionate talks about blades and Dango. His face turned towards the bar and back to her curious face.

"Do you drink?"

"Why? Are you in the mood?"

"After dealing with some idiots, of course."

"Then, let's go."

She picks up her belongings and sits next to the man.

"Haganezuka, why don't you ever take your mask off when eating?"

"I don't want anyone seeing my face."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to."

"And you can blatantly see mine..."

"One day."

"Hmm?"

"One day, you'll see it. But, not now."

Y/N pouts and chugs the shots that laid out in front of her. He himself gulped down the burning alcohol but she didn't seem like she had good tolerance. When she asked for the 3rd shot, her face was all red, and speech turned gibberish.

"Haaaaagaaaaaazuzuzuzuzneakkaaa~"

"That's not my name..."

"Ho-ta-ru~"

"And, we're not on a first-name basis?!"

"But you call me Y/NNN~"

"Fine, fine."

"Hotaruu~"

The way she said his name rolled off her tongue was like sweet smooth chocolate. He did not expect her voice to have such an effect on her, making his body heat up—but he blamed the alcohol.