Sacrifice (1)

"I'm home."

Daichi opened the door to his house and called out.

"Welcome home."

A woman appeared around the corner wearing a brilliant smile. Her hair was tied in a practical bun and she was wearing a shirt far too large for her with short shorts that could barely be seen.

"Sorry I'm late, training ran a little over tonight." Daichi said, moving forward and planting a kiss on her lips.

"That's fine, it's not the first and won't be the last." Miho replied, nudging him. "Dinner might be a little cold though."

"I'm sure it'll taste good anyway." He said, sending her a wink.

Daichi had gotten a little older, his body finally growing into his wide shoulders. He was no longer the baby-faced assassin, though his teammates still loved to use the name to tease him.