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Misao set down the tray and smiled. He looks so tired…
"Thank you." He spoke quietly, yet his eyes bored into her with an intensity not befitting his mild tone.
She nodded. "I'd sit with you and stuff, but I got laundry to do!" she laughed, fooling neither herself nor him. "Busy day today!"
"Is it." He said, his tone flat. Yep. I'm not fooling him. "Do not let me keep you." He turned back to the window.
"Uh, yeah! Make sure you at something, okay, Aoshi-sama?" she jumped up. "I… Uh, gotta go!"
"You are not deceiving me, Misao." He said as she was about to open the door.
"…Enjoy your meal, Aoshi-sama." She was glad her back was to Aoshi, as hot tears began to stream down her cheeks. She slid the door quickly open and almost ran out, stifling a sob with her sleeve.
Misao ran straight into him. He must've matched her pace, moving alongside her through the rooms and following her down the hallway. She looked up at him through her tears and before she could apologize and run, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. Why're you tormenting me again, Aoshi-sama?