8 simple rules for marrying my teenage son // azusa
   Itâs in the kitchen that she could remain completely relaxed, and though Azusaâs keen eyes made her feel rather nervous, it meant no harm in the end so she was able to work through her reservations. And in some way it felt nice to see that an activity so standard as cooking could capture someoneâs undivided attention. She didnât even think to put herself into the equation.
   He asked his questions as she poured rice into the cooker and closed the hatch to let the grains cook, glancing at him out of her peripheral vision first, then facing him completely. She nodded, speaking evenly and softly. âI amâŠand although I was surprised at first, Iâm not upset by it. So, yes, itâs okay.â
   But itâs when he asked what having a mother is like that the pale blondeâs lips pull ever so slightly into a frown. She wished that she could give a proper answer; if she could then sheâd cite her own mother as an example. But she canât, and so the girl tried her best to answer him.
   ââŠItâs a really refreshing thing â mothers are wise, so when their children have a question then they can go to their moms. And they listen to you, care for you, help you ease your worries and your fears. They say their is nothing in the world like a motherâs loveâŠso itâs very precious. Itâs a wonderful feeling, Iâd imagine. I suppose thatâs more so an ideal mom. A person lots of people deserve.â
"... ...So it's like that...?" Azusa gives pause at Yui's thoughtful answer. -- He can't understand it. He tries to, on some level, but everything she says simply doesn't resonate. He doesn't believe that a mother's precious love could make Azusa feel alive, could make him feel as if he's really there the way his scars do when they throb and burn like a hot iron against his flesh. His brows knit together in his own private thought, meeting Yui's eyes carefully and searching them thereafter, as if she held a more suitable answer for his query.
He's not sure what he sees there but he parts lips and replies finally, "A mother...but... ..Yui-san was always like that."
Even though she's quite literally his mother (in-law) in Iunctum, before all of this -- she was always someone who tried to take care of him. Someone kind, someone gentle, not that he understood why she was like that towards him, often thinking she hated him and treated him like that because of it. Azusa sighed softly, lowering his head and mumbling to himself prior to garnering for her attention again with further questions. "If Yui-san is like that, a precious mother...and that kind of mother is someone a lot of people deserve, then.... ..Yui-san must be like that too."
Someone a lot of people deserve. Like her family here, like his brothers, though he doesn't seem certain if he deserves her himself. It's not as if Adam and Eve seem to really matter here. Azusa isn't sure what to do about it without Ruki or any of his elder brothers to guide him. He anxiously begins to tug tighter on his bandages that litter most of his forearms, tightening them more than is needed in order to quell his confusion though he abruptly stops, looking at Yui once again. He recalls her earlier words and it brings a strange feeling to well up in his chest. "You...Eve -- Yui-san said that you're not upset...by my being here. Is it okay if I deserve you then...? ...Maybe. Unless you hate me...do you?"
His train of thought seems to get away from him, as it often does. But the path he goes down is one that's often visited as he finds his lips curving with the faintest of smiles. Somehow, he feels happy now - most likely due to the feeling that now courses from his heart being a familiar one and one that Yui herself, is probably well aware of. "Aaah, if Yui-san hates me then that would be fine too, I think. Because then you could take out your hate on me, couldn't you? I even have some knives here too, so Yui-san could definitely...give me more friends. Right...Yui-san?"
