Tsunayoshi Sawada, AU Mob Boss

Finding someone new in his home wasn't usual. In fact, it was rather common place. Finding someone rooting through his kitchen, in his fridge and through the pantry, was a little concerning, however. It looked like he'd stumbled across a thief. It seemed a little odd, especially considering the person's state of dress. They were dirty, not just the common kind from a tussle or a fight, nor the kind from playing with kids in the yard. It was the kind from, he guessed, living on the street. Wrinkling his nose both in concern and uneasy, he wondered vaguely if he would have a fight on his hand. He really wanted to avoid a fight, he was tired and sore from a long day of training.

"Hey." He winced at the tone, which came out a little sharper than he meant. But he was feeling really uncomfortable. "What are you doing?"