Eto lay in Juuzou's bed as he prepared for work. She sighed. They had been dating for four months, and she had only spent the night as his apartment three times. The times she had stayed over they had just fell asleep next to each other. As the half ghoul watched her boyfriend undress, she couldn't help but feel herself wanting more. She stared at the pattern of stitches that swirled up his arm. She locked her eyes on the stitches on his throat and followed them downwards, to where they ended just below his belly button. How she would love to trace those stitches with her finger.

No, she told herself. She knew that if something went awry and she ended up pregnant, that that would be disastrous. The baby would be born because it would have the nutrition it needed from the flesh Eto ate, but how ghoul would that baby be? It would only be a quarter ghoul. It would probably possess all sorts of oddities.

Naki had expressed his concerns several more times, but the One eyed Owl had no intentions of heeding any warnings the blond ghoul gave her. She was convinced Juuzou would not find out. She sighed again, this time in disappointment that Suzuya had all his clothes on.

He must've picked up on it, for he shot his girlfriend a sly look.

Juuzou walked into the bathroom to make sure his red hairpins were in place. He looked in the reflection of the mirror at Sen, who was rolling around half naked in his bed. He sighed. She was so beautiful. He really truly loved this woman. He loved everything about her; her obsession with coffee, the teal bangs that were always falling in her beautiful green eyes, the way she could twirl a pen around, the cute kisses she would give him on the cheek when he wasn't looking, the sweet taste of her lips, her small hands in his, the cute outfits she would wear, the way she talked with her hands… It was all so perfect. She had stayed over a couple times before, and each time the temptation to do something more increased. However, Suzuya wasn't sure how she felt about it. He had caught her staring at him while changing, and the thought of that made his face flush. However, he didn't want to do anything at the same time. He was only nineteen. He would turn twenty in exactly a month; on June eighth. If something were to happen and a child was to be conceived, he would at least would want to be living with Sen, preferably in a bigger apartment. And married. Or engaged. Money wasn't an issue, he made quite a handsome amount at work.

Work. Juuzou dreaded to think about it. It used to be his only love, but now that meant saying goodbye to Sen each day. Not only that, but thinks at his job had been going miserable. Kiniko was not getting any easier to work with. Amon and Akira always sided with each other now that they were dating. And it was quite annoying. Not only were the people an issue, but the work itself was too.

Suzuya had his heart set on avenging Shinohara. And the only way to do that was to slay the One Eyed Owl. The bandaged ghoul. However, there was absolutely zero leads on finding the location and the human alias of the powerful ghoul. Juuzou had mentioned the Owl to Sen a couple times, but each time she would start crying. He was eventually able to fish out of her that her mother had been killed in something having to do with the original Owl, and her biological father had been killed by the One Eyed Owl. This only fueled Juuzou's hate and motive more. But having no leads was frustrating.

Maybe Suzuya would feel better if things had been going better in the Aogiri tree investigation. Well, they were going just as bad as the owl investigation. Every time there was to be a raid, Aogiri was always prepared. The ghoul organization was always one step ahead of the CCG, and Juuzou couldn't figure out why. He used to not mind going on raids, but now, it was much harder. He would always tell Sen that he was going on a raid, and she would always start crying. He would have to calm her, and it wrenched his heart to see her like that. Those times before a raid, those were the only times they ever told each other that they loved each other.

Suzuya came out of the bathroom, grabbed his quinque case, and kissed Sen goodbye. Juuzou was walked out his apartment door when Sen called him.

"Juuzou!"

"Yes?" he said, smiling. She was still sprawled out in his bed. She had a thoughtful look on her face, kind of sad looking in a way.

"I love you."

Suzuya's heart beat a little faster, and he smiled. "I love you too." He looked at the clock, and Sen seemed to read his mind.

"You still have five minutes," Sen said, giving him a flirty look as she twirled a stray piece of hair.

"So I do," he said, stepping back inside the apartment. He put down his briefcase and walked over to Sen, who was now sitting up on the bed. "Why did you point that out?"

Sen didn't answer. Instead, she grabbed him by his suspenders and pulled him down into a kiss. It was soft touches as first, but it soon deepened and Juuzou laid on top of her as they made out in his bed.

"Five minutes is up," Sen murmured through the kiss after awhile.

"So it is," Suzuya said as he pulled away, a strand of spit connecting their mouths.

Sen wiped it away and sat up.

"More later?" Juuzou asked, giving her puppy dog eyes as he picked up his quinque case.

Sen shook her head. "I have a meeting."

Suzuya frowned and walked toward the door. He opened it and before he walked out, looked back at his girlfriend.

"To bad," he said, winking.