Raito stepped out of the shower, steam curling around him as he grabbed a towel and ran it over his damp hair. His movements were practiced and efficient, honed by years of discipline. Every motion was automatic which included him drying off, dressing in a crisp black suit and pants, and fastening his belt.
You're surprisingly well-maintained for someone who used to be a mercenary, Kurai mused, her voice slithering into his mind. Most men wouldn't care so much about routine. Or appearances.
"I don't waste time." Raito buttoned his cuffs, glancing at himself in the mirror. The crimson flicker in his irises had dulled, but it hadn't vanished.
Efficient and meticulous. I like that about you, Kurai hummed. What's the occasion? Got a date?
"I have work."
Kurai scoffed. Work? You mean that boring civilian job you took to play pretend? What was it again… a salesman?
Raito grabbed his watch from the dresser and secured it around his wrist. "It allows me to mingle with the public"
Oh please. You could make ten times that much with your actual skills. Why settle for a quiet life when you could have all the things you humans dream for
He ignored her and moved to the kitchen, pulling open the fridge. Breakfast was simple which was toast and black coffee. No wasted movements, no unnecessary steps.
Kurai sighed dramatically. This is so dull. No blood, no excitement, just coffee and toast. I am bored of this agreement already.
Raito took a sip of his coffee. "I didn't agree to the pact so you could entertain yourself."
Then why did you?
He didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed his keys from the counter and slung his jacket over his shoulders. 7:15 AM. Right on time.
As he headed for the door, Kurai's voice curled into his ear, low and amused. You can't keep ignoring me forever, Raito. You and I? We're in this together now.
Raito exhaled, stepping outside. "Be quiet for a bit"
And with that, he locked the door behind him, stepping into the world with a demon whispering at his side.