My Companion Insisted I Wash My Hands of the Past

I’m ranked Top 3 among Yokohama’s cleaners. I’ve always worked diligently, thinking I’d pull off a few more big jobs, save enough money, then wash my hands of it all and retire in peace. After all, my ability—and the codename I go by in the industry, “Jet-Black Wings”—is just too cringeworthy. I don’t want to be tied to that identity forever.

Then one day, I found out someone had hired the Top 1 to take me out. After thinking it over again and again, I decided to strike first… and ended up getting counter-killed instead.

But that redhead didn’t finish me off. Instead, he said he wanted to start writing novels and was planning to quit killing altogether—to wash his hands of it—and asked if I wanted to join him.

My gaze sharpened instantly—what a terrible excuse! That was obviously a threat, right?!

Knowing better than to resist, I tearfully agreed and followed him along in trembling fear.

He even said that since he was “keeping” me, we should get proper jobs and earn money honestly. So, sniffling all the way, I went from working as a convenience store clerk with him to selling bubble tea.

After living together for a few years and even expanding our milk tea shop, it suddenly hit me—

Wait a second… you were actually telling the truth back then?!