Buji clenched his fists tightly beneath the sheets of the bed he lay on, forcing himself to look away.
Then, her voice broke the silence, and attracted his attention once more.
"You're awake."
He turned back to her, meeting her piercing gaze.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then, she closed the book she was reading and leaned forward slightly, resting her elbow on the bed.
"You were out for a while," she said, with an unreadable tone.
'Did she knows already?' Buji thought.
"It's being two days you were rushed to this clinic as a very sick person," she said and looked at him. "But I know there's more beyond being sick."
Buji forced a smirk. "Make me understand what you're saying. Go straight to the point."
"The point I'm trying to make is that you are a different person now."
Buji grinned slightly, showing his white teeth. "Guess I'm just built to be always different."
Maybe he had expected Kira to laugh.
But she didn't.
