write clear about what hurts,

but ... what if i'm at a loss for words?

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"Fushiguro ... "

He really went all out with the food. She remembered talking about her favorites one time with Yūji. She didn't realize that Fushiguro was listening. He seemed like the type who wouldn't pay attention to that stuff.

"Yes?"

"If you keep giving me food, then I'll just marry you right now."

"Where's the threat?"

The bluntness*

"Eh?! The threat?! You'll have to live me forever, and deal with me twenty-five/eight! You would have to cook and clean for me! Give me massages! Make sure I'm comfortable during my shark week," she went on and on as Fushiguro sat there and ate. An unaffected look on his face, and once she finally finished her "threatening" rant, he merely set his food down. His gaze on her own as she smirked.

"Bold of you to assume I'm scared of those things. Besides, I took care of you just fine for the past two weeks. You're still alive aren't you?"

The smirk was quick to wipe off her face. She meant to scare him with the idea of a marriage. Good to know he isn't scared.

Though, she said it as a mere joke, and she thought that he was saying all of that as a joke too. He was the serious type, but he was obviously not serious about this. The food was good in the end. His hands picking up the dishes easily as he went to wash them. Her own legs carrying her around the "hideout." Now, despite the shabby look on the outside ... it looks clean and well lit on the inside. It was obvious that Fushiguro worked hard to make this place. To make it safe from everything on the outside.

"Ready for this long ass story?"

She grinned as she jumped onto the nearby couch. Her form getting comfortable as she waited for Fushiguro to sit down. His gaze downcast. He obviously wasn't sharing her enthusiasm at the moment.

was this really going to be bad?

Well ...

Considering how the world is in flames ... I guess it will be pretty bad.

But whatever.

As long as she finds out what has happened to Yūji.