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Bokuden

Bokuden


D-rank
Bokuden gulped down his drink which combined with the several he had consumed before Misoka had even arrived, began to take effect. He let out an amused chuckle at Misoka’s comments about men trying too hard. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s the problem,” he said, still laughing a bit from before, “More like men are told their whole lives by other men and women alike that it is their job to court women and be assertive, and compliment them, and blah blah blah. I mean, that is why some men can seem to be a bit too pushy. Then you have the exact opposite problem with some other guys; they are too nervous or afraid to even talk to a woman they are interested in that they lose any chance they might have had because women will almost never initiate. I can’t even blame them either. It takes a good amount of courage to talk to a beautiful woman. There is likely no compliment you can give them that they haven’t already heard and no kind action or gesture you can make that won’t be interpreted as a pass at them and met with skepticism. And my God, some women think every small gesture, turn of phrase, or smile thrown their way is a romantic approach. Like you know me Misoka, better than most. I’m admittedly a bit of a flirt, but I’m like that with MOST women. Very often my flirty comments aren’t even made with any intent. It’s just the way I’ve come to speak to women, and most of them seem to enjoy it, but then you have some that always take them the wrong way and either misunderstand my intentions or become offended.”

He proceeded to top off his glass once again and take a seat beside Misoka on the couch once again, “I’m glad that we don’t have that problem Misoka. We might both get a little worked up from time to time, but we have both come to terms with our relationship. Our love was fun, but immature and fleeting. Neither of us really knew what we were doing back then. It was just a perfect storm back then. I made the mistake of hoping that a perfect storm happens twice in a life time, but we both know that couldn’t happen. I’m glad I still have you back as a friend though. Is it weird that I consider a woman from a different village that I’ve spent realistically no time with my closest friend?” Bokuden would let out a short laugh and lean his head back on the couch to stare at the ceiling with a smile before turning to face Misoka again, tilting his head slightly to the side as he spoke, “But I guess nothing about either of us is particularly ‘normal’. Speaking of which… thank you Misoka. For being here for me, and… forget everything that I said earlier when I was upset. It was said out of emotion, you weren’t supposed to see any of that. Even so, thank you.”

Alternating sips of wine between his sentences had run Bokuden’s glass dry, leading him to place it down on the floor beside him, deciding that he was already too comfortable to get up and get a refill. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he looked down at his empty glass. “Yeah, I guess returning to the plan would probably be the best thing to do,” he began before raising an eyebrow inquisitively at Misoka and quickly shifting directions, “Wait, are you feeling okay? Your face is looking pretty red.” He wasn’t sure what exactly had caused the rouge in Misoka’s cheeks. Maybe the wine (not that he was in any condition to begin discerning the lingering effects of alcohol in others), maybe the heat (although he felt quite comfortable at the room’s temperature), but he was most concerned about another incident like the fever.

Misoka

Misoka


D-rank
Bokuden’s reply was surprisingly refreshing. Not only did it make sense, but helped her comprehend his behaviour much better. She nodded a few times to indicate that she was listening and turned to him when he sat down.
“Your closest friend?” A genuine smile formed on her lips. So she must have really misunderstood his remarks. Relief rose within her, quieting down the pressure she would usually feel in the presence of men. “That’s good to hear. I feel the same way. I’m just glad I can count on you.”
Upon seeing that Bokuden had already run his glass dry and put it down, she quickly took another sip from her own. Unfortunately, it didn’t taste any better than before, nor had she gotten used to the flaring sensation in her throat. Misoka found herself toying with the thought of hiding the almost full glass under the couch secretly – problem was, how would Bokuden not notice, he and those sharp eyes of his?
Her inability to handle alcohol must have been inherited from her parents: Whereas her father was at least able to drink up to two glasses of beer or maybe wine, her mother used to get drunk by only throwing a glance at said liquid.

“Wait, are you feeling okay? Your face is looking pretty red.”
Misoka’s head shot up. No way, how had Bokuden noticed? Was he indirectly making fun of her? She had to convince him about the opposite.
“Of course, I’m great!” she therefore blurted out before gulping down the whole drink at once. Giving herself hardly any time to deal with the after-effects, Misoka stood up and filled her glass again. “Why would you even think that?” She had meant to speak in a playfully offended tone, but all that came out were high-pitched words, slightly resembling a person going mad – or something like that. Once more, she downed her glass of wine in one go.
Alright, that had surely been a convincing enough performance. “Now,” she warned herself in silence, “Don’t let it get to your head.”
But frankly speaking, there was nothing she could do about it. Her grip around the glass tightened.
Misoka remembered her own question vaguely; Bokuden wanted to tell her about his idea, didn’t he? What kept him from doing so?
Impatience washed over her like ice water.
Then she threw the glass on the ground so that it burst into a thousand little shards, scattered across the floor. “Come on, Bokuden, spill it! What’s your master plan?” A glance at the shattered heap somehow made her laugh out loud. Reaching for the bottle of wine on the table, she added in between fits of giggles, “Or do you want me to throw that one, too? I know! Let’s destroy this whole room! What are you waiting for, Bokuden?”
The chuckles ended abruptly. All of a sudden, her face screwed up in anger. "Get up or I'll make you! We don't have time for bumming around! You smash this table, I'll take the couch."
And then laughter again.


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Bokuden

Bokuden


D-rank
Bokuden’s eyes widened and he let out a nervous laugh as Misoka sprang up and proceeded to act incredibly strangely. The rouge color that had painted her face, her unusually aggressive behavior; there was no doubt about it, Misoka was drunk. “Who would have thought she was such a lightweight?” Bokuden thought to himself as he lifted himself off of the couch, “I guess she wasn’t kidding when she said she hardly ever drinks alcohol.” As he stood up he raised both of his hands, showing her his palms as if he were offering peace, “Now now, no need to make me do anything. I’m coming.” He reached down and grabbed his empty glass from the floor, walking over to the table and placing it down.

With his shoe he would carefully push the broken glass under the table and out of the way before moving aside the wine bottle to make sure that she didn’t get anymore. Turning to Misoka so that they stood face to face Bokuden couldn’t help but catch her contagious laughter. When they finally calmed down he stopped for a moment, compelled to look at Misoka. He had been so caught up in his own way before that he didn’t stop to admire Misoka earlier. “I’m glad I chose this place for us to meet,” he said with a smile, the redness now showing on his face from his own drinking, “How could I have stayed upset with you while you look like this? I guess you’re so beautiful that I take it for granted. This reminds me of the banquet we attended when we were younger. Do you remember that night?” Letting out another chuckle he would wander back over to the table and grab the bottle of wine, re-seal the opening with the cork, and tuck the bottle under his arm.

Positioning himself behind Misoka Bokuden would rest both hands on her shoulders and gently begin nudging her towards the couch. “No table smashing,” he said playfully in his intoxication, “We’ll both take the couch, okay?” You can throw around all the pillows you want, but no tearing anything up.” He would lean his head down to hers as he led her to the couch, using his left hand to block view of his mouth as if to prevent someone from the outside from hearing as he whispered to her, “If you make too much of a mess or get noisy someone might come and I won’t be able to tell you the secret plan, ok?”

Misoka

Misoka


D-rank
“Prince Charming again, huh?” Misoka replied in a slightly slurred voice, but the smile on her lips indicated that she enjoyed the compliment... even though she would deny that outright if she weren’t a little drunk. “Why, thank you.” Her peaceful expression wavered the moment Bokuden attempted to shove her back to the couch.
“Hang on, you won’t help me smash everything?” she growled, only to place a hand on her head and try to calm down. She could still think alright... that must count for something at least. Yet... what had she just said? Smash things? The rouge on her cheeks intensified, this time out of embarrassment. She was doing it again. Losing control of her actions and behaving like an idiot, no, like a crazy aggressive brat.
“Wait, I can’t sit down. I have to walk,” Misoka cut Bokuden off quickly in the most sensible tone she could muster as she freed herself from his hands and started pacing back and forth. The exercise helped... a bit.
“Secret plan,” she mumbled over and over, trying to clear her cloudy mind. Another wave of impatience rippled through her body. When she opened her mouth, the words came out much louder than intended, “WHAT’S THE SECRET PLAN!”
Must be a miracle how no-one of the restaurant staff had dared to go check yet.

Misoka bit her lower lip, realizing that she’d spoken way too loudly. Her thoughts came jumbled along with the sudden feeling of regret; she shouldn’t have scared Bokuden like that, she shouldn’t have thrown that glass on the ground, she shouldn’t have shouted at him and the mental list went on and on.
Over all these years, she had been forced to appear collected and obedient no matter what so that the alcohol clearly revealed how much of a mess she was inside.
Stopping her restless pacing hastily, Misoka turned to Bokuden with tears in her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she peeped and approached him like a guilty looking dog, “I didn’t mean to shout.”
Once she had reached Bokuden, she didn’t hesitate to throw her arms around him, burying her face into his chest, completely unable to prevent herself from doing so. The only thing she truly knew at the moment was that she needed someone to hold on to.
Grief grabbed at her heart, gouging it with sharp claws, making the tears stream down her cheeks one by one. Shortly after, tiredness and exhaustion followed and enveloped her like a thick blanket.


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Bokuden

Bokuden


D-rank
A smirk would curl onto Bokuden’s lips after Misoka made her prince charming comment, but quickly turned to a nervous expression as she pulled away from him, pacing the room and going on about smashing everything. “Oh boy,” he thought to himself, chuckling a bit on the inside from the absurdity of the situation he had found himself in, “Who’d have thought that the reserved and suspicious Misoka became so unruly? Ah well, it’s not so bad. It’s nice to see her be so honest with herself. I’ll just have to… make sure she doesn’t get too carried away.” Taking the opportunity, Bokuden would casually take off his suit jacket, toss it over to the couch, and begin rolling up his sleeves
.
While the pacing did seem to help Misoka compose herself somewhat (she was no longer smashing things, which was a plus), the temporary calm was broken as she shouted, “WHAT’S THE SECRET PLAN!” at the top of her lungs. She would then immediately fall silent and stop in her tracks, causing Bokuden some concern. He would take a single step towards her and begin reaching his hand out in that direction before she turned to him once more, this time with tears in her eyes, and apologized. He had never seen Misoka with that look of vulnerability in her eyes before, and the cyan pools quickly welling up with tears tore at his heart. As she stepped closer to him she would throw her arms around him and bury her face into his chest, taking him aback for a moment. Then he saw the remnants of tears that she had been shedding forming onto his white shirt and immediately threw her arms around her in return; his right arm swung under her left and his hand rested on her back, and his left arm poised to allow him to gently place his left hand on the back of the weeping woman’s head. He would draw her closer into him, acting like a shield of warmth that kept the outside world at bay as this moment existed on its own.

“It’s okay,” he whispered to her comfortingly as he stroked her golden hair softly, “It’s just us here, there’s no need to apologize. There’s nothing wrong with shouting sometimes, or crying. Let it all out, I’m here to hold you for as long as you need me. This is safe. I’ll be whatever you need me to be: a protector, a friend, an ear to vent to, a shoulder to cry on. You don’t have to face things alone anymore, I promise. Do you trust me?”


Misoka

Misoka


D-rank
“Yeah, I do. You only want the best for me,” she sniffed, snuggling up to him and wiping her eyes at the same time. She was forgetting something, but she couldn’t remember what. All she did know about was a certain vague feeling creeping over her, telling her that she would definitely be embarrassed once her mind was clear again.
At last, her tears ran dry. “I’ve had too much wine,” Misoka mumbled whilst pulling out of the embrace. “Sorry, I’m so tired, I should go to bed. Good night. Come visit again.”
Wait a minute… that couch didn’t really look like her bed. She let her eyes dart around briefly.
..Forget about the couch, her room looked completely different. Annoyed at herself, Misoka drew a sharp breath before simply stomping to said sofa and lying down as though this was the most normal thing to do at the moment. She really had to sleep now; she could care about everything else later.
Oh… hang on, what about Bokuden? Tiredly, Misoka peeked one eye open. “Can you please turn off the light?”

Just then, the following realization would dawn upon her: How could she only think about herself? Bokuden must be exhausted, too. Exhausted from whatever.
“Of course,” she murmured, trying to smile despite the urge to close her eyes and drift away. “You can sleep with me. The bed is big enough for us both.”
Frankly, that was all she could get out before the fatigue overwhelmed her. 



[Sorry for the short post; Miso-chan has to sleep it off ;D]

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Bokuden

Bokuden


D-rank
Bokuden did nothing but remain silent and smile as Misoka answered him in a way that he never thought he’d here from her. Usually she was so distant and quick to push him away that a situation like this was one that he could not even imagine. As she nuzzled herself into his chest he would respond by holding her a bit tighter as a way to reciprocate the affection. How long had it been since they were even remotely this close? This night did remind him of the night of the banquet all of those years ago… minus all of the fighting to begin with. But the fighting wasn’t so bad. If it made her open up to him finally the punch in the face was well worth it.

Bokuden couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at Misoka’s intoxicated ramblings as he released her from his embrace. “She really can’t handle her liquor,” he mused to himself as she looked around the room curiously before making her way over to the couch and laying herself down, “It might be a good idea to keep her away from alcohol in the future if she is confusing this for her bedroom.” He would walk over to the wall and dim the lights a bit at Misoka’s request, unable to turn them off completely from within the room. He stood with a shocked expression on his face with a moment as she invited him to lay with her, but after a moment would smile and make his way over to the couch. After picking up the jacket he had thrown on the couch earlier he threw it over Misoka like a blanket and took a seat next to her, lifting her head up gently (trying not to disturb her too much) and placing it onto his lap which he had placed a pillow over. “Out cold,” he said with an amused huff, softly stroking Misoka’s hair, “I guess our talk can wait. Sleep well.” He would remain like that for a few more minutes before succumbing to the almost contagious exhaustion that Misoka had fallen to.

~~~

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Bokuden-sama, it’s closing time,” Bokuden heard a familiar voice say in a muffled tone, “Bokuden-Sama?” A few more knocks followed as Bokuden’s eyes slowly opened to see Ayame standing in the doorway, her head bowed following seeing the two of them laying on the couch together. “My apologies, I don’t mean to interrupt, but…” she continued, only to stop upon seeing Bokuden raise his index finger over his lips and point down to the sleeping Misoka.

“Misoka,” he said almost in a whisper, smiling as he leaned his head down to speak, “It’s time to wake up, the restaurant is closing. I’ll take you home.” Gently he would brush back the hair that had fallen over her face and lightly nudge her shoulder.

Misoka

Misoka


D-rank
“My apologies, I don’t mean to interrupt, but…”
…
“..It’s time to wake up. The restaurant is closing. I’ll take you home.”
…
Misoka stirred, gradually waking from her dreamless sleep and beginning to take note of her surroundings again. She could discern two different voices, one farther away, the other very close. Furthermore, she was lying on her back and rested on what felt like… someone’s lap? Wait a minute…
Abruptly, Misoka’s eyes snapped open, widening even more when she saw Bokuden’s face above her.
What the heck was going on? Following her first instinct, she sat up in a blur, her head bumping into Bokuden’s jaw midway (just like her fist earlier) and didn’t hesitate to hop off the couch right afterwards. Alright, she admitted it: She did panic a little. After all, she had suddenly woken up next to Bokuden without even knowing when she had fallen asleep to begin with.
With slight resemblence to an anxious animal, she let her gaze dart around the room and couldn’t help but pay closer attention to various… “details” – shattered glass on the floor, an almost empty bottle of wine on the table, the hostess Ayame standing in the doorway. This was more than enough to refresh her memory. They’d had a fight, then wine and then... well, she just couldn’t handle alcohol.

Heat rose in her cheeks when she thought back to her unpredictable behaviour: the aggressiveness, the way she’d broken out in tears from one moment to the next and had clung to Bokuden like a little child. Could it get any more embarrassing than that?
“This settles it,” she cursed herself in silence. “I’m never accepting a glass of wine again.”
Trying to regain her composure, at least on the outside, Misoka calmly ran her fingers through her tousled hair and grabbed her hand bag.
“Take me home?” she repeated with a glance Bokuden’s way, continuing in a more flustered than collected tone, “Uh, no. I’m fine, thank you. I’m fine.” But seriously, what was the time again? Hadn’t she heard something about the restaurant closing?
...Which compelled her to turn to the hostess. “I am sorry. We were just about to go.”
Misoka didn’t even want to know what the other woman was thinking right now. Best to just escape from that place as soon as possible and spare herself any more mishaps.
Directing her gaze back to Bokuden, Misoka went on urgently, adding a fake chuckle, “Yeah, we should really go now. How could I have fallen asleep? I must have been… awfully tired! …Let’s go.”

~


The moment the restaurant doors closed behind them, she blurted out, “I’m so sorry, I’m just terrible with alcohol. I shouldn’t have drunk anything. I think I overestimated myself.”
An embarrassed smile formed on her lips as she turned to Bokuden, saying everything else she needed to say, “And I still don’t know your secret plan. How about we meet up tomorrow again and discuss it at last? Tomorrow afternoon, 2 pm-ish?”
 

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Bokuden

Bokuden


D-rank
Misoka’s eyes snapped open as Bokuden attempted to wake her from her sleep, followed by her body springing upwards causing her to head butt the bottom of his chin in the process. That had been the second time that night that Misoka had “accidentally” hit him, this one more harsh than the last. Bokuden could take a punch, but the force with which she shot up from her sleeping position made it feel like he was uppercut by a canon. He was left a bit dazed after the hit, making everything that immediately followed almost seem like a blur. He was able to discern Misoka flustered reaction to the situation she found herself in however, making him chuckle at the thought of the serious, self-empowered Misoka embracing him and crying freely. If she remembered that she would surely be mortified, while Bokuden would only find it endearing.

She might lose control a little too quickly when she starts consuming alcohol, but he couldn’t help but wish she could be more honest with herself when she was sober. “Drunken words are sober thoughts after all,” he mused to himself. Considering everything she had been through it was no wonder why she insisted on behaving the way she did, but it was nice to see that underneath all of the posturing and the tough girl display there was still a part of her that he could still be there for. It would be nice if she didn’t have to be totally drunk to seek comfort in him though.

~

“Don’t make plans for tomorrow like our night ends here,” Bokuden said authoritatively as he draped his jacket over her shoulders, “It’s late, it’s getting cold, and you’ve been drinking. I’m taking you home whether you protest or not. I won’t be the man that leaves you out in the cold after being responsible for getting you drunk in the first place. So please, just let me do this.” Without even waiting for her to respond Bokuden would let out a sigh and walk to her side, offering her his arm to take as they walked. “Don’t worry,” he said softly, with a warm smile, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about regarding tonight. This isn’t the first time they’ve seen someone drunk in their restaurant. By tomorrow they won’t even remember who you are, okay?”

Misoka

Misoka


D-rank
“In some ways, you are really predictable,” Misoka noted, pretending to be overly bored with his attitude while she didn’t find it any less charming in truth. She trusted him and she liked his company although this was nothing she intended to specifically tell him now. After all, she called herself a kunoichi, a special Jounin at that: Of course she could easily make her way back home without a… bodyguard of sorts. “Well, I guess it was worth a try.”
She sneaked a glance at the arm he offered, hesitant to take it at first because this might be seen as a contradiction to her former behaviour –  her supposed disapproval of his chivalry - , but then told herself not to worry so much. It seemed that was all she thought about in every situation; nagging questions like, ‘Is this alright or am I putting myself in a weaker position?’ – ‘Is he condescending to me?’ – ‘Do I send the right signals in letting him know that I want to be equal?’ – ‘Do I make it clear enough that I can handle things on my own and that I don’t need a man?’
Sometimes, her concerns could be nerve-wrecking. Sometimes, she didn’t even want to analyse every little thing that she did. Still, she had promised herself that after escaping from her clan, she would set foot in this world not as the damsel in distress, but as an independent young woman, resistant to all clichés.
So how could she even think about conforming to the female stereotypes every now and then? It would be absolutely hypocritical. She rebelled against the typical gender roles; she’d decided so years ago.

When Bokuden spoke on, one word stood out in particular, which made Misoka’s eye twitch.
“Why do you keep saying that?” she snapped. “I wasn’t drunk! Just…” Her voice trailed off into a flustered whisper. “…a little. Maybe.”
Clearing her throat, she quickly changed the subject. “Anyway, what about tomorrow? Have you got time for a second meeting?”
Nami’s house could already be seen in the distance (vaguely because of the dark) and Misoka wondered whether the two were still up. Then again… after she’d caught them holding hands or whatever earlier that day, she didn’t really want to know.

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Bokuden

Bokuden


D-rank
“Predictable, hm?” Bokuden said in an amused tone, “I think the word reliable is a more accurate description, don’t you?” Bokuden smiled at Misoka after she took his arm. He was unsure of whether or not she was going to leave him hanging after her hesitation, but he was glad that she decided to accept it. To him it meant that she was at least a bit more accepting of letting him back in, although it could have just been the after effects of the alcohol. Regardless, he was happy to walk her home like this, even if they didn’t say all that much on the way there. Silence wasn’t always a bad thing. This was comfortable, just being there and walking together; more comfortable than he had felt in this village for a very long time.

Bokuden had almost completely forgotten about what the real purpose of their meeting was by the time Misoka changed the subject and brought it back up. “Oh right,” he laughed, “Of course I can meet with you again to talk about the plan. I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it tomorrow afternoon though. The morning or evening would be a much better time for me. I have a date tomorrow afternoon. I like this girl, so it would be rude of me to cancel on her to go spend time with another woman, even if it’s just you. So just tell me which you would prefer, morning or evening and I’ll see where I can fit you in.” Bokuden even surprised himself with how easily those words came out of his mouth. Just a few short months ago there was no plan he wouldn’t have cancelled just to see Misoka, but free of his juvenile infatuation he was able to behave in a more responsible manner. Even so, it was somewhat strange for him not to place a meeting with Misoka as his top priority. Times sure had changed.



Misoka

Misoka


D-rank
Misoka tilted her head to the side, cracking an amused smile. Now that came unexpected indeed. He really had a date? How cute.
“I see,” she replied non-chalantly with a shrug of her shoulders. “Then don’t worry about tomorrow. Take your time getting ready in the morning and who knows, maybe you get lucky and she’ll stay with you throughout the evening as well. Your first date with her, huh?” She laughed.
Alright… this did sound a bit teasing as though it was impossible for Bokuden to attract serious attention of the opposite gender, which didn’t hold true of course. In fact, Misoka could imagine that many women were after him for various reasons, but even in that case, she doubted he would take interest in settling down with any of those girls. He’d said it before: He was just a bit of a flirt; he had fun with his sweet-talk and all and that was about it.
They arrived at Nami’s house shortly afterwards and Misoka still couldn’t wipe the grin off her face. She wasn’t even sure why not. Maybe because she had trouble taking any of Bokuden’s words too seriously.
“Very well.” Letting go of his arm, she turned to him with the same smile playing upon her lips. “Let’s just meet up the day after tomorrow then. What do you think? I mean, I’m here for the rest of the week anyway, so there’s no rush.”
Like she knew him, he would either insist on meeting her sometime tomorrow or immediately accept her other offer. She swallowed down a chuckle. After all, he had called her his closest friend back in the restaurant and… he could be a little clingy sometimes. In contradiction to that, part of his earlier statement came to her mind: “Even if it’s just you.” Hmm, sure, it might have been a strange thing to hear from him, but she wasn’t worried. He’d probably said it in a joking manner, so why take offense at his words?

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Bokuden

Bokuden


D-rank
“First date?” Bokuden replied with a chuckle, “No, I’ve been seeing her on and off for a while now. It’s only over the last month or two that I’ve been taking the dating scene seriously though. I guess you know more about relationships than I do. Ever since I took your advice and started seeing other women it seems like the quality of women that I’ve been running into has really gone up. Shiori, the woman I’m seeing tomorrow, I’ve been seeing exclusively for the past few weeks. I’ve known her for a long time though. We went to the academy together. She’s a teacher at the academy now, in charge of one of the younger classes. She’s very kind and compassionate, which I guess is why she does so well with children. She invited me to her class one day to help teach the kids, but I ended up spending most of the day playing with them. It’s such a strange thought isn’t it, someone with as many issues as me with kids? I used to hate kids, but now I’m not so sure. Women like Shiori make it seem like having a real family might not be such a bad idea.”

Bokuden stopped to think about Misoka’s offer to meet the day after tomorrow, but could only repeat a similar tune as he did earlier, insisting that she give him an actual time to work with. “The day after tomorrow we’d have to it later on in the evening. Her class apparently liked me so much that they’ve been bugging her about when I’m coming back, so I’m going to be spending the day with her at the academy and I’ll probably get something to eat with her when classes let out. So I guess if you don’t want to meet tomorrow I could come to your house after I drop her off, or we could meet at my house or something. It’s probably not the best idea to talk about something like our plan somewhere public. Yeah, I think my house would be the best place to have the meeting. I’ll tell Shiori that she won’t be able to spend the night at my place the day after tomorrow and we can go through our plans after she leaves. She’ll probably just have to pack up some of her things that she leaves at my house to take back with her though, but it shouldn’t be too much trouble. What do you think Misoka?”


Misoka

Misoka


D-rank
What was that about Mr. Predictable? A belief of hers which had just been turned upside down.
Taken aback by the sudden or maybe not so sudden praise speech about a certain Shiori, Misoka didn’t know what to reply at first. Moreover, she couldn’t even tell why it irked her. She should feel happy for Bokuden; happy that he’d found such a nice date or almost-girlfriend or girlfriend? The phrase “pack up some of her things that she leaves at my house” as well as the fact that she seemed to spend the night at his place on a regular basis pointed to the latter being true, though. And academy teacher? It was hard to believe that Bokuden, who didn’t particularly like kids, actually wanted to come back and condescend to play with the young students. That woman must truly have a good influence on him.
“I like children, too. And I could have showed him his hidden love for them just as well,” her stubborn inner voice lamented, giving fuel to the confusion she felt upon hearing him talk so admiringly about another woman. On the outside, however, Misoka smiled to the best of her ability.
“She really sounds nice. I’m glad you found someone like her. You should definitely hold on to her.” Ugh, enough. “I guess I’ll just stop by your house then - the day after tomorrow. And in the evening of course. Don’t want to disturb you two.”
Having said that, she nodded at Bokuden and bid him goodbye before entering Nami’s house. The door closed behind her with a soft click.
“She can’t be that nice, though, can she? I mean, she’s not an angel,” another irritated thought crossed her mind, making her sigh. Where did that come from? She should stop the childish behaviour, this wasn't like her. There were more important matters to focus on such as becoming stronger and facing her clan. And besides that, she would leave Kumo at the end of the week anyway.
By her return, Bokuden was probably married to Shiori. She let out a dry chuckle. As if she cared about that. He could do whatever he wanted to.




(Misoka exits)

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