Two days later...
By this time, Miho had halfwal moved in with Takashi at his house. She was there quite often, as well as Anglerfish and Takashi's own crew (and other Ooarai students from time-to-time), although she still maintained her flat and officially lived there. Takashi's house wasn't necessarily a huge house, however, his back yard was definitely quite the opposite; it was around ten acres, a perfect amount of space for his three personal tanks, his Tiger II, his StuG III and his Panther, as well as his horse, Mae. The ten acres included a hill, overlooking a beautiful stream with clear blue water that ran trough a pine forest.
After all that happened over the past months, this was a (much needed) day to relax. Miho was sitting up in bed reading while Takashi, deep in thought, gently leaned on her, resting his head on her bosom (which had grown noticeably larger since the year before, even slightly exceeding Maho's). While Miho held her book in her right hand, her left arm wrapped around him under his left arm, her left hand holding his.
"You know? I'm not sure if you've thought about this, but, since I met you, I've been shot, stabbed, caught on fire, poisoned, and hit with burning metal shrapnel. Oh and I forgot, I've also killed somebody for the first time since then."
"Wow. Uh, no actually, I haven't really thought about it like that. It's actually kinda crazy when you put it like that. It makes me seem like bad luck."
"That may be so. However, I still think you're definitely worth all of that pain and I don't regret anything."
Miho kissed him on the head before gently pushing him to one side, proceeding to carefully run the tips of her fingers over his scars. In a show of trust, he did not move or try to stop her from doing so, nor did he speak at all.
The rest of the day was quite uneventful, since neither had the desire to do much of anything. The next day would be a lot more busy; Takashi would be officially meeting Miho's mother.