For a long time, Setsura wondered why Akito's father would pick somebody like Mizuna. The old man claims he doesn't need somebody with status for his son. However, Setsura noticed something when she spoke to him. His gestures, he kept avoiding her gaze. Even if he spoke honestly, he wouldn't look her in the eye. He would say things honestly. That man didn't lie to her at all. But, he was not completely honest with her. Setsura didn't know what to think about that.
Initially, she thought she could dismiss it. But, seeing this woman here. 'Something is going on here.' The reason why Akito hates his father so much, there is more to it that meets the eye.
Her thoughts broke of when she felt a cold drink pressed against her cheek. "Akito." Indeed, it was none other than Akito. From the looks of it, he ran back. Beads of sweat trickled down from his face.
His lips curve to a smile, "Your looking very nice."
"Quiet, aren't you the one who put this on me?"
