Based on what he could tell, it seemed as though Chizuru was having a tough time deciding whether or not to tell him. It was a little disconcerting sometimes to know just how much he could see from a personâs expression alone after years of training, though it did help that he knew her personally. She hadnât changed much from back then.
ââIt must be important, if itâs bothering you this much.â It wasnât so much that he wanted to know what was going on for the sake of knowing. She was still his friend, despite everything, and he genuinely wanted to help her. If talking could ease her tensions even by just a fraction, he was more than willing to listen.Â
âAnd if it involves your mother.â
He was right when he pointed it that it bothered her. In fact, it was on her mind more than sheâd prefer. Chizuru glanced off towards the side, away from Takumi. Before she could even think of stopping herself, her hand reached up and began to idly fiddle with a piece of her hair. There was still a frown on her face when she spoke again.Â
âI guess...it probably is important.â It was her future, after all. âItâs just...â Again, a moment of hesitation, âMy mom found this guy that she wants me to marry. Itâs already arranged and everything. Iâve been in America for so long, I didnât realize how weird it felt until now. Isnât it weird?â Chizuru didnât bother waiting for him to reply, instead continuing, âAnd I donât want to disappoint her, but...âÂ
But sheâd rather look for someone herself. Not that her mother would listen to that. Heaving an exasperated sigh, the redhead murmured, âItâs not a big deal, I guess. A lot of people go through with arranged marriages. I just hope the guy isnât strange or anything...â
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