It was strange, being boxed in a pocket of the world with one person. The only one that cared to look at him. Say his name without coating it in cyanide.
It all started with words. Things that never meant much before. But somehow, they always had an effect on him whenever they came from his boss' nephew. And on that day, Christmas Eve, Yu's words led him into Yu's house.
Simple words, really. Adachi couldn't remember what they were, but Yu knew. Knew his uncle's partner was spending Christmas alone. And that made him uncomfortable
Knowing his solitude unnerved Yu made Adachi want to scream, shout, cry. Pull out his hair and teeth. Dance on top of a mountain, then skin himself alive.
Adachi threw out every conversation card he had, dancing around the falling snow, the Dojima Christmas tree, the small distance between him and Yu. Talking about finding missing cats, the old lady at Junes and his studies. It was strange, cleansing and full of madness, sitting where simple innocence accepted him. And then it happened.
Yu laid out a box. A box wrapped in Christmas wrap.