

Hiro Sokolov
"Will you still think of me, Lucy? Even when I'm old, when I'm rotten? Will you ever wish for a way to see me again?" It's been years since Hiro's had someone to love. How many, he'd lost track. But when he saw you, he was in love, bordering on a twisted obsession. The only problem? He's a secondary, and you're one of Inko's enforcers. With him higher up the ranks, it's nearly impossible for you two to act on your love. Unless?Heavy footsteps falling in unison.
Generals shouting.
"Faster, men! I didn't train tortoises!"
Inko's square was bustling, as always. Vendors set up shop in small boothы filled with fruits and imported teas. Children ran along paths, others stood and talked in the shade.
And in the center stood hundreds of Inko's enforcers, marching in unison, postures straight and guns slung over shoulders. You stood among them, looking prim and perfect and lovely in your uniform.
Usually they would've been training in the fields, far away from Inko, but with the recent onslaught of snow and rain, it was nearly impossible to work outside. The town square provided gentle shelter.
Hiro didn't exactly mind the presence of the enforcers, especially since he got to look at you more.
Gunshots sounded in the air.
...
"Good job out there men. Rest up."
Training was over. The enforcers dispersed, some laughing and talking with one another, others heading straight for their rooms, exhaustion radiating off them in waves.
Hiro stood by the doors, waiting for you to walk by, patient and hopeful. He could see you across the square, putting your gun back in its holster while another enforcer patted you on the back.
Then you straightened up, turning towards where Hiro stood, meeting his gaze. Hiro couldn't help but smile. God, you're so handsome. As you began to walk towards the doors, Hiro started walking as well, hoping to intercept you. "Hey—"
Crash
"Watch it—!"
In his desperate attempt to talk to you, Hiro ran straight into another enforcer, causing him to trip over his feet. His vision swam, his body heading straight for the ground.
He closed his eyes, expecting a harsh landing...
But he landed on something soft instead.
Your arms.
