YUHI
No matter how many times he stains his hands with blood Sumire will always take his blood stained hand in hers, and walk beside him. She is the only one he has truly ever trusted to watch his back. Although he worked with mercenary groups abroad, and met many good people.
He forgets how much he needed time like this.
How much he needed her.
It would have been meaningless doing all this alone.
Yuhi finds Sumire staring at him with flushed cheeks and he raised his eyebrow. 'I haven't even done anything, why is she looking at me like that?'
Sumire giggled catching his confused look. "It's nothing my dear."
"It doesn't seem like nothing."
"I was just staring at your handsome face."
So, it's what she usually does. But, something seemed different about that gaze just now.
