[Kisuke stared at Nemuri the whole time she began fuming and ranting, barely hearing any of it. His eyes were wide and his jaw dropped just a little, stunned. He had his name dragged through the mud and his entire known culture turned against him for over a century and he had plenty of close friends to help him through it but no one had ever gotten that angry on his behalf.
He knew how he felt about her but he hadn't felt it shoved in his face quite so directly before that moment. Knowing it and being made to look it right in the face were two different things. Review bombs? Nothing. Rude customers? A cough in the wind. Television appearances? Nothing the visual department couldn't wipe off the face of the planet.
What he was looking at was--]
Oh. [He realized what he was saying a bit too late to hold it back, almost as if he had to issue some sort of counterpoint to Nemuri's anger.] I love you.
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He knew how he felt about her but he hadn't felt it shoved in his face quite so directly before that moment. Knowing it and being made to look it right in the face were two different things. Review bombs? Nothing. Rude customers? A cough in the wind. Television appearances? Nothing the visual department couldn't wipe off the face of the planet.
What he was looking at was--]
Oh. [He realized what he was saying a bit too late to hold it back, almost as if he had to issue some sort of counterpoint to Nemuri's anger.] I love you.