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It had been her fault, she realized. That bottle of sake looked just too inviting.
"Aoshi-sama, you realize I'm still in love with you, right?"
"…I realize."
"Then why?! Why do you still let me in? Why do you only like the tea that I make? Why…?"
"…It's late. Okina will be calling us down to dinner shortly."
"Stop running away from this, Aoshi-sama! You… You only look at me. I see it!"
"…Misao-"
It had been his fault, he realized. But Misao… Misao and his self-control did not mix well.
"W-why, Aoshi-sama? Why won't you- Oh!"
"…You've drank too much, Misao. Go lay down. Rest."
"B-but… You didn't have to do that to figure out I'm drunk off my ass! Hell, maybe it's 'cause I'm dumb – but I thought you were gonna kiss me for a second! Hah. I'm a real dumbass. As if you'd ever do that. Ha- Mmf!"
She had pressed her trembling fingertips to her mouth after he pulled away, looking at him with those wide sea-green eyes.
"…Are you done now, Misao?"
Oh yes, it had been cruel of him.
Now he sat motionlessly in his evening-lit room, still tasting the sake from her lips.