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 person’s expression alone after years of training, though it did help that he knew her personally. She hadn’t changed much from back then.
“–It must be important, if it’s bothering you this much.” It wasn’t 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.
“And if it involves your mother.”
He was right when he pointed it that it bothered her. In fact, it was on her mind more than she’d 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.
“I guess...it probably is important.” It was her future, after all. “It’s just...” Again, a moment of hesitation, “My mom found this guy that she wants me to marry. It’s already arranged and everything. I’ve been in America for so long, I didn’t realize how weird it felt until now. Isn’t it weird?” Chizuru didn’t bother waiting for him to reply, instead continuing, “And I don’t want to disappoint her, but...”
But she’d rather look for someone herself. Not that her mother would listen to that. Heaving an exasperated sigh, the redhead murmured, “It’s not a big deal, I guess. A lot of people go through with arranged marriages. I just hope the guy isn’t strange or anything...”
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