Mizuki gulps, wishing she could fall through the ground and disintegrate into nothingness. She stares pointedly at the man in front of him, fist clenching tighter around the handle of the door as she steps away from it.
Len's smile doesn't waver, instead he bows as he enters, fixing the flaps of his coat as he steps into the house.
"I'll get you a glass of water," she smiles, though it's only an excuse so she can slip in a quick conversation with Hinata. Len invites himself to the couch, his curious gaze lingering on the falls of the quiet home.
When Mizuki gets a grip on Hinata, she clutches onto his arm and peers backwards warily.
"What are we going to do? I can't exactly run away—" she hisses through gritted teeth, glancing surreptitiously towards the unwelcome guest as if he already isn't aware of her unwillingness to let him into the house.
