@frozenexecutionerā emerging from the shadows sends in:
āAra- no. Shinji.ā Theyād had so many fights over how she should address him now that he was back, Mitsuru inwardly battling her own feelings about him now that he was back in her sight. There was no way she could tell him the truth now, not when the likelihood of reciprocation was so slim. āShinji, have you eaten?ā
Steel hues flick up in acknowledgement of a certain Empressā familiar voice, head turning just enough for her visage to come into view.Ā At least he doesnāt have to remind her heās not one for formalities this time.
āOh, Mitsuru.āĀ He says whilst turning to face her, hands stuffed in coat pockets.Ā Ā Heād only been back for two weeks, it was no surprise that they hadnāt had a chance to talk sooner given all her responsibilities.
āI havenāt.Ā You?ā
His words sounded laced with a strange and bitter sense of loss. It made sense, considering just how long it had been since theyād managed to hold a proper conversation. But the past was the past and they needed to move forward. They needed to grow. To thrive.
āWould you care to join me for a meal?ā
An actual and honest request, not an order for once. More often than naught her statements and words were phrased and emphasized in a demanding nature. But she couldnāt do that to him. Heād see right through it regardless.
āThat is, if youād like to.ā











