It is not like she doesn't understand where they are coming from, but it is frustrating sitting around and doing nothing all day. However, she can use any of the empty rooms in Soujiro's mansion to practice. It is hard to do so with the servant's watchful gaze on her.

"Mmm, but together. I don't want you to stain your hands."

That would have sounded sweet, but she felt his hands on the zipper of her dress. "What are you doing Yuhi-san?"

"Touching."

"No," Sumire growled. "I am angry. If you were having such a hard time, you should have told me."

.

"I know, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad."

She understood why he did it. Lately, she has been very distressed about returning to the entertainment circle. Yuhi most likely didn't tell her because he didn't want her to worry. But the more he does stuff like this, the more troubled she will feel.

'I appreciate it, but I can't allow him to continue getting hurt for me.'

"No." This time around, she won't let him sweet-talk her.

"You know what Hino just said. I do worry about you falling into Sano's trap. When I first talked to him, he was so confident that you would return to him. It seems he knows this side of you very well."

At those words, Sumire froze. This is so unfair! If he is going to guilt-trip her like this, she knew she can't get mad at him. After all, it was her fault. Hino was very harsh with her, but he was right to say all that. The thing with Sano aside, what on earth was she doing with Soujiro?

"I won't cheat on you."

Yuhi laughed at her words, and she shook her head. "I know what I am doing seems strange, but I won't betray you."

"I already know, love." Yuhi kissed her forehead. "If you were going to betray me, you would have done so already."

"You know I hate that you know me so well."

"Well, if I didn't, we won't have a great relationship." He gently caresses her hair. "Are you not worried about my injuries anymore?"

"I am, but there is just so much to discuss."

"I want to start with topics regarding you. Is it okay to stay over at Soujiro's? I know he won't cause issues, but his servants may."

"The other night, we slept together on the same bed."

At those words, Yuhi's eyes twitched, annoyed, and he reached over to pinch her cheeks. "I see how it is." He tried to shift their positions, but the moment he moved, he winced in pain.

Sumire remained on top of him and ran her fingers through the scar on his chest.

"Ouch."

"It still hurts, right?"

"Well, it does," Yuhi admitted. "But I thought we could do something."

Sumire laughed at his words. He is so honest it is hard for her to get mad at him. She placed her fingers across his lips.

"What shall we do?"

….

An hour later.

Sumire rested her head on Yuhi's chest. A content sigh passed her lips. Even though they only kissed, she felt delighted. She truly is lucky to be with this person.

"My concert, you'll attend, right?"

"Of course, are you reserving me a seat?"

"I wanted you to stay backstage, so I can run to you and get energy. But it will be hard to watch from there. You can only get the full experience of a concert watching from the audience seats."

Yuhi laughed. "You know that well, huh?"

Sumire's cheeks colored when she realized what he was referring to. "I only went to your concert a few times. After the whole ange thing, it was hard for me to go just in case you saw me."

"That's what I don't get. Why were you so reluctant to meet with me?"

She didn't reply to him. Although, she can discuss nearly everything with him if it concerns her admiration and respect.

'I find it embarrassing.' Sumire wanted to make a meal for him, but unfortunately, it was hard to move.

Yuhi placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "Just stay here. I will get the food."

"Alright."

She watched as Yuhi weakly stood up.

"Ah, Yuhi I-" Sumire stopped in mid-sentence when she got a good luck at his naked torso. She buried her face under the sheets. Now that she thought about it, she always had that past habit of staring at him whenever he walked around shirtless in the training room in the Holy Knights base.

Yuhi didn't like to practice with other people; she often found him training alone. It was during those times where they unconsciously closed the distance between them.

"First, put on your shirt!"

Yuhi laughed. "I already am; why are you freaking out?"

"I am not!"

Alright, so she was. But only because she is getting de-ja vu vibes from this.

"Are you remembering that time you used to stare at my torso after my workout?"

How come he knew? It was a good thing that she was hiding under the blanket. It would be bad if he saw how red her face was. This fool would tease her like crazy.

So far, she has the upper hand in this relationship, even though there were times where his teasing led to her dying of embarrassment.

"But I remember those times very well. It was after those people murdered your classmate. You didn't know her very well, but she was still someone you knew. You blamed yourself for her death."

"I heard that doing physical activity was a good stress reliever."

Yuhi chuckled. "If that was your reasoning, we could have done something other than throwing a few punches at each other."

"Something?" That question fell on death's ears when she felt him lift her body from the bed. "Yuhi, put me down."

"No. Besides, what if I collapse when I am in the kitchen? If I set the bar on fire, Atushi will kill both of us."

Well, she cannot ignore that logic of his. Sumire resigned her fate him carrying her out of the room. With Yuhi's injuries, it wasn't wise to carry him upstairs, so Hino and her had placed him in one of the downstairs rooms. It was a good thing too. Just from him carrying her, Sumire spotted the top of the bandages on his chest turn red.

The wound is reopening so fast. He shouldn't do any drastic movements for a while.

Yuhi placed her down on the counter, and she watched him clumsily get the pans and ingredients out. Seeing him wince in pain every few seconds, she got off the counter and started to help.

It didn't take long before she was doing most of the work, and soon there was a full course meal on the table.

"I see you didn't set the kitchen on fire today."

Sumire's cheeks reddened, and she coughed. "Can Soujiro and you not exchange information on me? It is an invasion of privacy."

'I don't want Yuhi to know I am bad at baking.'

It was almost like he knew since he laughed again. This person who is supposedly severely hurt keeps smiling. How can he smile when he is in so much pain?

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