Tsukuyomi's cheeks reddened, a hot blush creeping up her neck. She glanced down at her robe, her fingers absently touching the fine embroidery.
"I just...I wanted to look nice. For him."
Their words bounced back and forth, the tension between them palpable.
A wall of unsaid words and hurt feelings built up, a fortress of misunderstandings and insecurities.
Chronos watched in silence, his heart heavy. He saw the tears pooling in Tsukuyomi's eyes, the defiance in Azure's stance.
He felt the weight of their expectations, their feelings tangling into a web that seemed to ensnare him.
The silence in the room was electric, an atmosphere thick with tension that hung heavily around them.
It was a silence that begged to be broken, and it was Chronos, trapped in the vortex of their argument, who attempted to diffuse the situation.
"Ahem... Ahem… I… "
