His name was Sven.

He was different from the other lowly subordinates.

Varia Subordinates always feared us higher ups, they were defenseless, and of course, Varia subordinates were useless as shit.

Sven though, He must be masochistic.

I remember I was put on a usual patrol and Squalo said I could take as many grunts as I wanted.

I rounded some up and he immediately stood out.

He had a rough look with his black hair on the right side of his head pinned back with three golden clips and a white fringe hanging in front of his face covering his left eye slightly. He was tall and skinny. Pale compared to others.

When I told everyone what we were looking for and what might happen, the usual look of fright was plastered on their faces. I didn't see why they joined the Varia if they didn't want to die. Sven though, he looked calm.

When we all separated to cover more ground Sven even had the guts to walk close to me. I'm not saying that I forbid that they did, but like I said, Varia subordinates were frightened us higher ups. We were chosen by Xanxus as one of his most trusted men and if Xanxus was frightening, so were we.

I looked at Sven with a look of annoyance and asked what he wanted; Why else would he be so close to me?

He shocked me though when he gave a small smile and shyly told me I was pretty. I almost tripped over my own feet. His cheeks were painted pink and I think mine were too. To redeem myself I asked him if he had a death wish, and he only replied with a laugh.

I have never been so confused.