[ her reaction isn't so surprising as he'd seen it before many times, and that's when yuuji's returns her concern with a warm smile; it's far too casual in the face of the growing restless oni and his aggressive remarks. there is one thing that matters to him in this situation—and it involved ensuring that mitsuri had a positive experience in his workplace.

even when she averts her gaze towards the hostility, he kept his eyes on her. these kinds of abusive comments are just normal in here, yuuji heard it all, but it doesn't necessarily mean it will end in violence ... or that's what he hoped. ]

Yup, I like their lifestyle. It wasn't easy getting the owner to trust me, but I worked hard for it.

[ and yet, it is a rowdy culture that thrives on bloodshed and aggression, in which the oni finally makes a move, slamming his glass on the counter and expressing the frustration of sharing space with the puppets of 'order'. now that he's on his feet, that bastard is huge— massive and one might say intimidating as well. yuuji straightened his back, ready for whatever might come their way, however ... it was nothing more than cussing them out as it made its way towards the exit.

oddly so, now yuuji started to look a bit worried. it's never a good sign when someone walks out this 'calmly'. it only meant one thing— an ambush. ]

... Yeah, I'll walk you home.

[ but, after she enjoys her dinner. which happened to be ready as an oiwa emerged from the backdoor, parading a massive portion of a burger and fries in each hand; fitted to feed at least two individuals or more. the third order is brought shortly, in which yuuji changed the intensity of the situation into a more lighthearted one. ]

Ta-da! Look at this beauty! Isn't it great?!