#10: Mamihlapinatapei (Yagan)-The wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something but are reluctant to start.
Yusuke/Kurama
"Hey Kurama, you okay?" I looked over at the young detective whose eyes were so deeply fixated on me. Cocking my head, I went back to my garden, trimming the somewhat older buds from their stems, dropping them into a basket to deliver to my mother.
"Yusuke," I inspected the leaking stems, satisfied with the color, "I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
"Well...your mom asked me to check up on you and," he shrugged, trying to be casual, holding a flower to his nose, "Well...whenever she does that, I worry."
I smiled softly, couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of her paranoia, "Thank you. I will be sure to tell her, when she calls in an hour, that I am eating and have been quite well. Because I know she asked you because I forgot to call her this weekend."
I had been sleeping off poison this weekend. A spider demon had sunk its fangs into me and, as per usual, my mother and lover had spent two days checking in on me. Sometimes, I wondered if telling her of my nature was a mistake, especially when she inspected my neck for wounds...
"Kurama," my lover sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, "We're just...you know..." His eyes dropped to my exposed arms, at the scars my human body could not heal. Knowing what lay beneath the layers.
I sighed, met his gaze; silently, I told him not to ask, not to tell.
He wanted to ask me when I would start telling her the truth about how dangerous my work actually was. I would never admit such a thing for fear of giving her panic attacks every time I left the house. Together, we met in the middle with a pleasent lie that all demons we dealt with were low level and mostly harmless. If we both kept our promises, my mother needn't worry herself sick over it.
And everyone would be happy.