Sachiko, exhausted yet satisfied from their earlier intimacy in the shower, busied herself in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the household. The aroma of sizzling food filled the air, blending with the faint sounds of birds outside. Despite her fatigue, a soft smile graced her lips—this was her life now, one of service and survival, anchored by Ryo's overwhelming presence.
Yumi stepped inside the house, her footsteps hesitant as her gaze landed on Ryo. He was seated on the couch, an air of intensity surrounding him as he meticulously cleaned and maintained their weapons. His MP5 gleamed under the dim morning light, and an array of other firearms sat on the table, each one carefully inspected.
"Ryo… what do you need guns for?" Yumi asked cautiously, her voice trembling slightly. Though she lived under his protection, his stoic, commanding demeanor often left her on edge.