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Misao kept avoiding him, going out oftener, doing many more chores. Omasu and Okon noticed that something was wrong between her and Aoshi – and had attempted to speak to her. But she would only dismiss it. "It's fine. Honestly."
Aoshi tried to meet her, for it to seem as if it was accidental – and they would somehow… Somehow what? This was what it was like for her, wasn't it. He would constantly distance himself from her, icy-façaded. Nothing went the way he planned.
Worried, Okon and Omasu decided to act, by locking Aoshi and Misao in the kitchen, a note under the door. "We apologize for doing things so crudely…" read out Aoshi. "It was the only thing we could think of. Sort things out please."
Whipping around with a growl, Misao flew at the door with a kick. It did not budge. "Oh, so you've propped it up?" she snarled. She kicked until she collapsed with exhaustion on the floor. Aoshi watched her with an enigmatic facial expression from the corner of the kitchen. She looked up at him. "What?" then immediately looked away and groaned. "Ugh! This is so stupid! Let me out, dammit!"
There was no answer.