Okay, listen. I'm sorry for uploading a new fic when I have multiple on-going fics at the same time. The thing is, I've cleared my final paper last Friday so I finally have a lot of time to write now. Yay! And I've been holding off this fic since April. Please give this fic a chance too lol. It only has 4 chapters altogether. I'll update 10 Days to Get Sasaki to Ask The Pretty Barista Out tomorrow :)

Her deep blue eyes occasionally flickered upwards as she observed her latest target. He always sat on the same spot, reading books from the same author, wearing the same black shirt with silver tie and pinstripes pants.

Every. Single. Day.

She had known a lot about him from his biodata that was given to her by her informant, but somehow he still seemed mysterious to her. As if she was missing something trivial yet significant. But she could not find it out no matter what, not with her current progression. In the end she decided to ignore it, but it was still in the back of her mind, pestering her to find out more about this enigma called Kaneki Ken.

"Your new target. He's a bit fragile. Handle with care."

Touka stared blankly at the document that was handed to her before proceeding to read it.

Kaneki Ken. 25 years old. No parents. No siblings.

'Great. No one will miss him after he's gone.'

Interest/Hobby: reading.

She grunted when she saw that.

"Reading? Are you serious? You should assign this to Hinami, not me."

"Hinami's busy. Just accept this task, shitty Touka. We need that information from him."

If there was one thing that Kirishima Touka hated aside from bird, it was reading. But she had to do her job properly. Being an undercover agent wasn't what she wanted in life, but this organisation saved her and her brother's lives from living in the streets. So no matter how immoral she felt when she lied to her target every single time, how dirty she felt when she used her body to seduce them, how painful her heart was when she killed them cruelly, she had to move on.

After doing this job for five years, she had gotten used to it.

She was so used to lying that it came out of her lips naturally – even a lie detector machine wouldn't work against her. She was so used to giving her targets pleasure and faking her orgasm that she forgot the joy of having sex. She was so used to killing that she didn't care about the pain of the family and friends of the victims – just killing for the sake of saving her life. Her heart was as cold as stone, she was so used to acting that even she couldn't identify which one was her real self and which one was her fake self.

She changed her hairstyle and contact lens every single time. This time, her hair was light blue and she added more volume to make it fluffy. Moreover, the power of makeup was terrifying, with some tools she could change her look completely, making her unrecognisable.

To get her latest target's attention, Touka started to read books from the author that he liked while sitting nearby the entrance of the café, sipping a cup of mocha. She wasn't a fan of having chocolate inside a coffee, but it was his favourite coffee, so she had no other choice but to have the same type as well.

She took a sip as she became aware of his gaze from the corner of her eye. It had been two weeks since she started her new routine – have a cup of mocha at Anteiku cafe from 6pm to 7pm, the same time as he would have his.

At first, he didn't seem to notice her presence. But one day, when he realised that she was reading the same book as him, he started to shift his gaze towards her direction. Touka, of course, pretended as if she didn't notice. But lately, the gaze seemed to be heading towards her more frequently compared to the alphabets in his book, and when she briefly looked up – pretending to rub her eyes, he flushed – and immediately buried his face into his book, making it even more obvious than it already was.

After three weeks, she decided to make her move. Five minutes of reading the extremely boring book was enough, she pretended to look up – and their gazes met for a moment. He seemed taken aback by the fact that he was caught, but still managed to maintain the eye contact. Touka acted as if she was surprised at seeing his book – and she raised hers – making him smile shyly as she 'finally' noticed him.

She perceived the bob of his Adam's apple as he gulped nervously before he stood up, bringing his cup of mocha and the book along with him to her table.

"H-Hello. May I-" His voice was different from what she expected, but in a good way.

"Please have a seat." She flashed a soft smile. "He's a bit fragile. Handle with care." Nishiki's words echoed in her head.

"T-Thank you." He said as he sat across her. "Em, you like Takatsuki Sen's works?" From the close distance, she could finally discern his grey eyes. They seemed lifeless despite his growing excitement of meeting someone who had the same interest as him. His face wasn't that bad looking. He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't handsome either. Just – fine. Average, but his sharp jawline and jet black hair as well as the black shirt which was contrast to his pale skin made him look more attractive than he was supposed to.

"Yes. She's my favourite author." She lied. "Do you like her works as well?"

"I do!" He said it with a little bit too much enthusiasm in his voice, and his face flushed with embarrassment but she just laughed to make him feel more relaxed.

They chatted, he was a bit reserved, but she knew a lot about him – thanks to the document. All she had to do was to start a small talk related to one topic and it wasn't hard for him to express his mutual interest. It was so, so easy. Kaneki Ken was so easy to be manipulated. This job wouldn't be hard at all. She had to thank Nishiki for all this information.

Before they left, he asked her if they could hang out together at a bookstore some time in the future.

She cringed inwardly.

He asked her to have a date with him at a bookstore.

At a fucking bookstore.

But she was tasked to seduce him, to get close to him and gain his full trust, then make him disappear from this world to hide any traces of her.

Thus obviously, she said yes.