The day before she left...
That conversation with Akito...
..
Year 1895 - T Building -
Setsura had to admit she was surprised when he suddenly gave her the present. She didn't expect it at all.
"What's wrong? Do you not like it?" Akito asked.
She shook her head, "That isn't it, since you are used to being around women. I thought this gift was for one of them."
"Setsura..."
"Whether or not that is what you were thinking is not what mattered to me," she mumbled. Ah she really can't stop, her emotions are overflowing right now. " What matters is... I start getting sad."
He says nothing in response to that and instead moves closer to her. The distance between them right now is so small.
Akito reached over, his hands brushed across her cheek. She grabbed hold of the wrist that was touching her hand. That part immediately turned warm, and a content sigh passed her lips. "You're not pushing me away," he mumbled.
