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homura (DarkMudkip/Jikkah)

She at least had a little bit of time, knowing that Sanemi would be stuck in the meeting as long as Mitsuri was. Yuko could breathe easy for at least a few moments. Maybe she could back out now and apologize to Mitsuri later? She was always forgiving, so surely she would understand, right?
 
She was such a coward. Maybe if she made an actual weighted ton of sakura mochi, Mitsuri would forgive her. Mitsuri could never say no to sakura mochi! She put her fist in her palm, shre of her plan, and turned to quickly leave while she could.
 
She had been so lost in thought, that she had actually run directly into someone. Her souls left her body when she was faced with the familiar face of Sanemi, dark eyes staring down at her, his ever-present scowl on his face. “You do know you’re standing in the middle of the walkway, don’t you?” He spoke, sounding as irritable as usual.
 
She tried not to scream, eyes wider than plates as she looked up at him, "A-Ah...!! G-Gomen...! I-I was actually...just about to leave...!! I-I didn't mean to be in the way...!!"
 
Shinazugawa seemed to be in a worse mood than usual, not replying to her as he stalked passed, carrying a large wooden box in one hand by the strap attached to it.
 
She frowned, eyes lowering as he moved past her. Maybe they couldn't be as close as they had been before. She sighed and went off to wait somewhere for Mitsuri. She wondered what that large box was, and if that was the call for the meeting.
"I don't think he's terribly interested in speaking to me anymore, Mitsuri-sama..." She mumbled to herself.
 
Yuko seemed to wait for what seemed like hours before Mitsuri returned, hearing familiar foot falls coming down the hall toward her- only it wasn’t Mitsuri. Sanemi was walking down the hall, looking even angrier than last time, but now he was injured. His arm and nose was bleeding, and he had a large red mark on his nose from being struck.
 
She looked up hopefully, only to have it immediately replaced with concern, "Sanemi-dana!" She shot up, immediately regretting it, face twisting as pain moved through her leg, but she forced it down as she moved toward him, "What happened...?! A-Are you ok...?! Who hit you...?!" Who indeed, as she didn't think anyone could get a hit on him so easily.
 
“Kakushi.” He addressed her roughly, stopping in front of one of the rooms used to eat and drink tea for the Hashira or other guests. “Attend my wounds.” He fully ignored her questions, opening the door and moving inside, leaving the door open behind him for her to follow. Did he not recognize her with her kakushi coverings on? No, he had to know who she was, otherwise he would’ve gone to the Butterfly estate to have his wounds taken care of. Did he want to talk with her?
 
"U-Uh, hai..." She nodded and moved inside, untying her little first aid satchel from her side and kneeling beside him slowly, careful not to put too much weight on her leg. She went to work silently, a little grateful for the idea that maybe he didn't recognize her. But he must have, he worked with her for so long that he knew her voice. Maybe he really did think so little of her. She tried not to let it bother her as she tended to him, this was just their relationship now.
 
He let her suture and wrap the deep cut on his arm, a clean one and the only one; he said nothing as she worked, watching her silently. Yuko felt her kakushi face covering be pulled off her head, but he wasn’t rough about it, he simply pulled it off easily and held onto it. “Why’re you here?” His tone was less aggressive, holding more of a gentle scolding tone than anything.
 
She became anxious, not looking at him and only focusing on her work, "B-Because Mitsuri-sama is here...w-we came with her..." She answered, "T-Trust me...if it were up to me, you wouldn't see me at all..."
 
“That’s not what I meant.” He said, resting his other elbow on the table, resting his knuckles against his cheek. “Why are you a kakushi. I told you to quit.”
 
“Why are you here?” He repeated. “You could’ve been useful somewhere far from here, and yet you chose to stay.” He seemed a bit irritated, but she saw something akin to fear and anxiety in his eyes, but only briefly.
 
Sanemi scowled, stopped her hand with his, putting it over hers and holding it firmly, but not enough to hurt her. Before anything else could be said, he had leaned forward and kissed her gently.
 
Her eyes widened and her whole face turned red as she sat stalk still. She had no idea what to do at first before she shyly kissed back, hand shaking in his.
 
Sanemi felt her shaking and stopped, pulling away to speak. “Sorry.” He mumbled, he should have figured she wouldn’t want such a thing, of course she felt pressured.
 
"N-No..." She muttered, "D-Don't...don't be sorry..." Tears filled the corners of her eyes, "I-I was so scared...that you hated me, Sanemi-dana..."
 
“You’re a fool.” He said against her lips before kissing her again. So he didn’t hate her, of course he didn’t, he had no reason to hate her.
 
She cried as she kissed back, holding onto him like he'd leave if she let go. He was probably worried about her, scared out of his mind. Of course he would react how he did, he didn't want to lose her either.
 
Sanemi was careful of her wounds, putting a hand against her neck under her jaw as he kissed her, not letting go of her hand.
 
She made a noise and pulled back, "Th...The door...I didn't shut it..." She said before she moved to stand, "P-Please give me one second.."
 
Sanemi stood easily. “Sit down, your legs still hurt, isn’t it.” He moved easily to the door, shutting it before returning to Yuko, and kissing her firmly.
 
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