They probably sent him to spy on me.

Yep, there's no way they just sent him to me so I can be his babysitter.

I just have to make sure I don't tell him anything.

"Mister Vol-, I'm not even going to try," I said to myself as I stared outside to the view of the night sky.

Wind blew against my face as I looked down at the dark city.

Lights were barely used to light it up.

I just hope his curiosity doesn't lead him to death, I can already hear myself crying for the punishment to end.

Chills went up my spine.

For now, I'll just make sure he sticks close and doesn't go next door.

My phone started to vibrate in the side pocket of my pant.

"Hello?" the voice on the other side of the phone asked.

"Hey, Tsundere," I leaned back on the balcony fence.

"When were you going to tell me?" he asked straight away.

"Just now actually, the higher ups made him my partner," I turned back.

"He isn't very strong or experienced," he said as I was walking back inside looking at the reflection of the moon on pool to my right.

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"I know, but there's nothing I can do, Tsundere," I closed the balcony door.

All of our balcony doors led us together to the pool.

"What are you going to do?" his voice started to turn concerned as I walked across the living room to the kitchen.

"What I've always done, I just have to make sure he doesn't get killed or lose his legs," I opened the fridge door to nothing but iced coffee and ice cream.

"Oh I forgot to ask, do you have food?"

"No, I don't, do you?" he asked as I was closing it.

"Nope," I opened the white, metal cabinet to about fifteen ramen cups.

"Don't tell me, you're making ramen again," he said dramatically.

"It's good," I continued to make the ramen with my phone between my shoulder and my ear.

"Everything you put inside of you is junk. Who knows how long you'll live," he rambled on.

"Do you want food or not?" I asked for the first and final time.

"Just leave it in front of my door and text me," he groaned before he hung up.

Yosune, my Japanese best friend; his nickname is everything you need to know about him.

Tsundere is a Japanese term for a person with a personality who is initially cold, stern, stoic, harsh, temperamental, hotheaded before gradually showing a warmer, friendlier side over time, at least that's what search says.

But he has a secret,

I put the hot ramen in front of his door and pulled out my phone and started to type.

”Left it there, eat it.”

He started typing.

I turned it off and turned back, whatever happens I need to keep that secret safe especially from Notwer.

Well at least I can remember his last name.

I'll just call him that from now on.

Which reminded me, I didn't have his number.

I'll just tell him tomorrow that is what I thought as I walked back to my room.

But I was starting to regret it the next day when I knocked on his door for twenty minutes then opened it to see nobody inside. No trace of him.

"That bastard," I muttered to myself hitting the side of my arm against the wall.