It was rare to see Yomikawa staring at the ground and lost in thought. She didn't even seem to notice that she wasn't alone in the living room anymore. The white haired teen frowned when he saw her. The cold had taken its toll on him, but so far he was managing and the headache could be ignored. What bothered him currently was that stack of crumbled up tissues lying all around the living room and the big blanket the tall woman was wrapped in. If he wouldn't have known it, he would have thought that this wasn't Yomikawa. It shocked him to see her like that. Usually he wasn't even the first to be awake, but the headache had forced him out of his sleep.

He knew that he was supposed to say something, ask what was wrong, but he could only stare at the woman that usually was so strong and never lost her temper. Maybe he even admired her, admired her for taking them in without any second thoughts, without fear, without prejudices. There weren't many people that accepted him for who he was and even less weren't scared of his incredible power. Once people found out he could kill them in less than a second, they usually got weary of him. Yomikawa wasn't. She wasn't even careful, constantly stepped over the line and he couldn't even find the courage to do something to her. She was an incredibly intimidating person if she wanted to be.

And now she was on the couch, her head in her knees and her arms around them. He wanted to think that he had gotten a cold too, but this wasn't the case. The woman was depressed about something and when he realized that it sent his thoughts spiraling down a path he didn't want them to take.

What if she had suddenly realized that taking him in was a bad idea?

What if she had gotten scared of him?

What if she didn't want him here anymore?

His legs began to tremble as he thought about it. He knew that it was wrong, that the woman never lied and that she would never do something she wasn't sure of. Yet he couldn't stop his thoughts and stumbled backwards against the wall. The soft thud made the woman look up as she now had finally realized that someone had entered the living room.

She dried her tears with a tissue and looked up at him with a smile. "My you're awake early." She commented.

"Cut the crap, what's going on?" he spat back at her.

Yomikawa sighed deeply and tied her hair back into a ponytail when she stood and unwrapped the blanket from her body. When she collected all the crumbled tissues she sighed once more.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with." She smiled. "A friend of mine died last night."

He flinched. Almost envied her for being able to cry freely without any worried that someone would see her like that. When was the last time he had cried? He couldn't remember, but he knew that it had been long ago.

"Don't worry." Yomikawa said. "He didn't get killed."

"Why should I care?" He regretted the words the moment he had spoken them.

She laughed. "You always care, I can see it in your eyes."

He frowned at that. The woman was an Anti-Skill member, of course she had learned how to read people's expressions, but he had never realized that it had been that easy to read his. He scoffed.

"See?" Yomikawa chuckled. "You know I'm right."

"Who cares." He growled and headed for the couch when the woman walked into the kitchen to throw the tissues away.

"Was he family?" he silently asked, not because he was really curious, but whenever Last Order was depressed she wanted to talk about it. After that she would return to being normal. He wondered if that worked with Yomikawa too. The woman had probably figured out his plans already anyway so it probably had no effect on her.

"Nah, just a good friend. He was really old already, it wasn't surprising." Yomikawa muttered when she walked back into the living room. She put two mugs on the table, both filled with coffee.

"Why did you cry then?"

"That's just a normal reaction when someone died, isn't it?"

Silently he grabbed the mug and took a sip, didn't care about the taste or that it burned his tongue. The heath of the mug stung into his fingers but he didn't care either. Had she turned the conversation into that way on purpose?

"I wouldn't know. I killed ten thousand human beings and I didn't even feel guilty about it." He laughed. A laugh that split his mouth in a twisted way. The laugh that even worst couldn't replicate. It was so unique that it sent shivers down people's spines. They usually were facing death when he laughed. And they knew.

Yomikawa's face remained firm. She didn't focus on the laugh, she focused on his eyes. That laugh had never sounded amused to her. By now she was thinking that whenever he laughed like that he secretly wanted to cry. She didn't know what would happen if he would cry someday. In her mind she had played through this a few times, hoped to be prepared if it happened. If it ever happened. Maybe he was fine with how things were going, maybe he didn't need that sort of relief. He was incredibly different from most people she knew, after all. Maybe it was her selfish wish to see him share his pain with someone else. She couldn't do anything but being supportive if he didn't open up on his own.

"Why are you laughing like that? Asks Misaka as Misaka wants to laugh too." Last Order muttered when she appeared in the living room, rubbing her eyes while she dragged her blanket after.

Accelerator went silent and looked at her for a moment. "It wasn't funny." He hissed.

The girl's eyes widened as if she knew something Yomikawa didn't and rushed over to the couch Accelerator was sitting on. Quickly she climbed on the couch and wrapped her blanket around him. Before she sat down she put her hand on his forehead.

"Misaka's fever is gone already. Misaka states as Misaka wonder why you're still sick." The girl looked at Yomikawa as if waiting for a reply from her.

"Well, some people need longer to get rid of colds than others." With a smirk she added, "Look out that I don't get a cold. I'd be bedridden and then you'd have to cook dinner all the time."

"Yay! Misaka always wanted to make dinner on her own! Misaka yells as Misaka is excited about the idea.!"

"And then we'll all die of food poisoning." Accelerator sighed when the girl pouted at him.

"Misaka is disappointed that you don't trust her abilities. Again. Misaka muttered with fake disappointment.

"I bet even Worst can cook better than you."

The girl began to rage and rant, but Accelerator ignored her and grabbed the blanket when he started to feel cold. The girl soon calmed down again too and curled up next to him to continue sleeping.

"Oi, go to bed if you're tired, shitty brat!"

"But you're much more comfortable than the bed. And Warmer. Says Misaka as Misaka giggles silently."

He wondered about that. He was freezing terribly despite the blanket and the girl next to him. He hoped that this was really just and effect of the cold.