[ and he could see it.

it's not his first time catching megumi smiling, often at times when they hang out outside of school, whether they are shopping, catching a movie, or enjoying some fast food, there's always a smile here and there even when megumi had a habit of complaining, hushing them down, or being plain embarrassed when they act stupid. however, this is a different kind of smile. it's soft, almost timid in its beauty. an expression he never thought the other could make. it had an appeal to it that made yuuji feel all sorts of things; stirring a spark of interest that he couldn't understand.

but, it's warm. as if he's yearning for — something? ]

Maybe now you can leave my kitchen knife alone!

[ yuuji disregards it, rolling his shoulders back and throwing himself into his usual foolery that worked perfectly as a protective veil. whatever that odd moment was— it's not the right time to try to figure it out. again, like anything that's remotely overwhelming in his life, the sorcerer's coping skills advised him to stifle it. ]

By the way, I had to throw it out. I will never be able to use it to cook my meals again. You owe me a watermelon-pattern knife!