Are you alright, Mitsuzane?
Mitsuzane’s head snapped up, the voice successfully snapping him from his thoughts. Which, admittedly, haven’t been the lightest as of late. Still, his brother’s concern wasn’t entirely unwelcome.
It just felt foreign. And Mitsuzane was undeserving of it.
"I’m fine." He didn’t even attempt to smile, but he did make an effort to wipe the dark expression from his face. "Why do you ask?"
Perhaps it was an unfair question—Takatora rarely confronted him head on when posed with such a direct inquiry. In fact, he was almost counting on the fact that he wouldn’t.










