I do not own Kuroshitsuji in any way, shape, or form.

If I am to describe the young master in one word, it would be…

The way his exposed paper-thin eyelid barely lifts his thick, long lashes as his slender fingers nonchalantly flips through scattered mails, and newspapers, and paper works.

The way he occasionally smiles, letting out a few soft sighs, while he spends his quiet afternoon having tea.

The way he stares into the distance as if watching a scene that he has already seen so many times…

And already knowing how it would end, he would slowly close his unpatched eye.

If I am to describe the young master in one word, it would be…

When he rubs the bridge of his nose upon witnessing my mistakes, and yet easily forgives my uselessness.

When he still finds something worth complimenting about me even after destroying almost everything I touch.

When he would unexpectedly take me along with him to the store and patiently lets me choose any item I want.

If I am to describe the young master in one word, it would be…

His cerulean eye that would flash like a lightning when his mind seems to be engrossed in another clever plan, a small smile spreading across his soft, innocent face causing the hair at the back of my neck to rise.

His small body that moves with unparalleled superiority and pride, leaving a domineering sound as his little shoes hit the ground.

His orders that ring through my ears, his child-like voice mixed with an adult's decisive tone, leaving me hungry for more.

I am not smart like the young master, so to come up with only one word to describe him is too difficult for me because I like the proper vocabulary.

If I am to describe the young master in one word, it would be…

Impossible.