Itafushi

Megumi is sitting on the bed, leafing through a book, but clearly not reading. —What took you so long? You promised to come in ten minutes. Yuji bursts into the room with two glasses of milkshake, slightly out of breath. —Sorry, there was a line at the kiosk! But I got you one with mint syrup, just the way you like it. He puts the glass on the nightstand and sits down next to me, looking into my eyes. Megumi looks away, but the tips of her ears turn pink. …I could have gone myself. Yuji is smiling from ear to ear. -Yeah, but then we wouldn't be sitting like this. He places his palm on top of Megumi's hand, squeezing it slightly.

• Listen... today during the fight, when that damned spirit threw a shard at you, my heart stopped. Megumi quietly, without removing her hand
• Silly. It's just a scratch. *Yuji: " —It doesn't matter. Just... take care of yourself, okay? For me.

• He leans down and lightly kisses Megumi on the corner of her lips, leaving a sweet taste of the cocktail. *
• Megumi: pause, then slowly intertwines her fingers with his * —...Then you promise not to rush under attack, covering others. I don't want to lose you.
• He looks straight ahead, seriously, but there is a rare warmth in his eyes. *
• Yuji shines like the sun * —Agreed. Now let's drink before the cocktail melts.
• They drink in silence, their shoulders pressed together, and Megumi smiles almost imperceptibly into her glass.