Mesume's captor stood on the roof of an abandoned building. Storm clouds brewed in the sky, and wind whipped his hair around. He shivered and gave his blazer a hitch, gazing out at the city skyline. His hands gripped the rail until his fingers turned white. He sighed and looked at the shorter man that stood next to him.

"Boss," he said quietly.

"Yeah?" the man said without turning to look at him.

"Hanakurai will probably be able to see tomorrow. W-what do you want me to?"

The Boss was silent for a moment. He squinted at the outline of skyscrapers against the stormy sky, and a few drops of rain fell on his face.

"She probably can't walk. She hasn't moved much for the past month or so."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to work with her on walking. Report back to me when she's walking."

"So she can see me?" the caregiver asked, a little hope in his voice.

The Boss shook his head. "No, everything is still the same."

"But how can I work with her on walking if she can't see?"

"Figure something out."

The man sighed and bid the Boss goodbye. Arms crossed and angry, he tromped down the stairs of the abandoned building. His fellow subordinate and partner was waiting for him on a stairwell.

"Hey," Mesume's caregiver said to his partner.

The man smiled. He was one of the few people that was taller than Mesume's caregiver.

"How'd things go with the Boss?"

The shorter man let out a huff. "He wants her up and walking. But she's still not allowed to see me. And I have no idea how to do that."

"Just use a mask," his partner suggested. "I know someone who makes them."

"That shit's expensive! I'll just come up with something."

The next day, the man entered the room and did not flick on the lights.

"Hanakurai," he said. "How are you doing?"

"I can open my eyes," she said gleefully. "Can you turn on the lights?"

"No," the man said sadly. "You can't see me still."

"Oh," Mesume said dejectedly.

"But don't worry, I have big plans for you today."

"What?" Mesume asked, excited.

"Walking."

Mesume frowned and scowled into the darkness. "I know how to walk."

"Yeah," the man said. "But you've been not moving much for the past, what, month? I have to make sure you're steady on your feet."

"Okay, well, how are we going to do that if I can't see?"

Footsteps echoed through the room as the man approached her. There was some rustling, and soft fabric brushed across Mesume's face. She drew in her breath in surprise.

"Relax," he said. "It's just my scarf. I'm going to tie it around your eyes so you can't see me, alright Sassy?"

"Okay, but don't call me that," Mesume snapped.

"Aww, I'm sorry Sassy."

"Stop!"

The man chuckled and tied his scarf around Mesume's eyes. Mesume could hear him walking across the room, and the click of the lights being turned on. He returned to her side, and she sat up.

Mesume went to stand up to prove that she was in no need of help, but her legs were weak. She stumbled and felt the floor come up from underneath her. However, the man caught her. She found her nose buried in the crook of his neck, and she inhaled.

She absolutely loved the way he smelled. His scent was soft while still masculine, and it soothed her. Mesume decided that she would not mind falling asleep beside this man again.

"Told you that you needed my help," he teased playfully.

Mesume let out an annoyed huff and allowed the man to help her to her feet. She tried to take another step, and he knee buckled.

"Woah there," the man said.

He placed his hands right above her hips to stabilize her, and she drew in her breath at his touch.

"What?" he asked, heart beating a bit faster.

"N—nothing," she stuttered.

"Okay. Well, we're just going to walk to the door."

Mesume nodded and put a shaky foot forward. Her knee did not buckle, but she did wobble. The male ghoul tightened his grip on her waist to balance her, and she gasped.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"It just tickled," Mesume lied.

"I'll move my hands then," he said.

He dragged his hands further up her waste, and Mesume let out a lewd noise at the feeling of his has traveling along her body. As soon as she realized what she had done, she bit her lip and hung her head.

"Just tickles, hmm?" the man said, heart pounding. The noise she had let out had made his face turn completely red.

"Shut up," she snapped.

He said nothing and continued to balance her as she walked. By the time they had made it to the door and back, Mesume was exhausted.

"I'm tired," she announced, sitting down on the bed.

Mesume began to pull off the scarf, and he smacked her hand away. "No. I haven't turned the lights off yet."

The man flicked off the lights and then slowly pulled the scarf off of the ghoul's head.

"I've never had a scarf," Mesume commented.

"Really?" the man said, wrapping the scarf around his neck. "I love scarves."

"I like soft scarves."

"Well, Hanakurai, most people and ghouls don't like scratchy scarves."

"Mesume," the female ghoul said quietly.

"What?" he said, heart beating a little faster.

"You can call me Mesume."

"O—okay," the man said, blushing. "Well, Mesume, you best be getting some rest. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Stay," Mesume blurted out before she even knew what she was saying.

A blush spread across the man's face. "S—stay?"

"If you want to," Mesume said, laying down and rolling over to turn her back on the man who stood beside the bed.

There was two clunks over the man pulling his shoes off, and the mattress shifted as he climbed into the bed. He laid down on his back beside her. Nothing happened for a minute.

Suddenly, Mesume rolled over. She laid her head on his chest, and the man wrapped his arm around her. She inhaled deeply, his scent fixating her. The man smiled and blushed, this is what he had wanted to happen.

Mesume trembling and shaking pulled him from his thoughts.

"What's the matter?" he asked, shirt beginning to be wet by her tears.

"I'm going to miss you when I leave," she whimpered.

"Don't worry Sassy," he said, petting her hair. "You'll be just fine."

"How do you know?"

"I just do."

"Very logical Scarf Man."

He blinked. "Did you just call me 'Scarf Man'?"

"Yes," she giggled, nuzzling closer to him. "You wear scarves. You are Scarf Man."

"Whatever you say, Sassy," he said, sinking down into the pillow.