Looking at 'Yosuga no sora' Anime as a whole, Kasugano Sora's attitude toward Kasugano Haruka was also quite complicated.
Kasugano Haruka's first kiss had been with Kasugano Sora, but his first time had been with the older girl next door, Yorihime Nao. Because of that, Kasugano Sora had always held considerable resentment toward Nao.
In the original game, once Kasugano Haruka and Kasugano Sora's relationship developed to a certain point, Sora revealed the fear of loneliness she had always hidden deep in her heart, her intense longing for the companionship of family, and the forbidden feelings she had buried for her older brother, Kasugano Haruka.
When Sora hoped that Haruka would respond to her feelings, he hurt her instead, causing her to think of ending everything. But when Haruka tried to save her and nearly drowned with her, Sora heard him call out, "Save me." At that moment, she gave up and desperately saved Haruka instead.
Kamiyā Sora possessed the same attachment toward Kamiyā Yuu.
The difference was that Kamiyā Yuu was clearly far more despicable than Kasugano Haruka. He was more mature, more unreasonable, and his confession had been entirely built upon his understanding of Kamiyā Sora, with escape routes prepared in advance.
He had deliberately hurt her.
He felt guilty, but he would not retreat.
Kamiyā Yuu was more like a combination of Kasugano Haruka, Itou Makoto, and Katsuragi Keima.
Although Kamiyā Yuu had not rejected Busujima Murasaki, he had not truly accepted her either.
He was not so impatient as to act recklessly.
He also needed time to ease the relationship between the three of them.
As for what Busujima Murasaki was to him, the most direct impression was probably that of a mature woman full of charm and allure.
The two could be friends, but before the kendo match, their relationship had never developed beyond that level.
After the match, Kamiyā Yuu had merely used her as a shield to bring the issue into the open.
As for Busujima Murasaki's confession, it was sincere.
She was the type of woman who admired strength.
In every respect, Kamiyā Yuu met her standards.
The wooden door to Kamiyā Yuu's office was locked.
The windows facing outside were tightly shut, leaving not even the slightest gap.
To avoid unnecessary suspicion, Kamiyā Yuu had announced that he would be devoting himself entirely to revising the storyboards for 'Puella Magi Madoka Magica' during this period and required a quiet, creative environment.
In truth, that was indeed the case.
During working hours, he spent nearly all his time constructing new storyboards and modifying the plot changes caused by the adjustments to Sakura Kyōko's character design.
Only during the lunch break would certain unknown little episodes occur here.
"Why don't you let Miss Uehara apply the medicine for you?"
Kamiyā Yuu rolled up his sleeves.
His palm, coated in medicinal liquid, gently rubbed the pale red bruises on Busujima Murasaki's waist.
During the kendo match, he had genuinely used a great deal of force.
Normally, after applying this medicine, ordinary bruises would disappear completely in two or three days.
But some of the bruises on Busujima Murasaki's body showed almost no signs of recovery.
They would probably require more than half a month of careful treatment before slowly fading.
"I haven't told Miss Etsuki about the kendo match. If possible, I don't want her to know about this..."
Busujima Murasaki lay lazily on the sofa.
The pain from Kamiyā Yuu rubbing the bruised areas made her brows knit slightly, and her body trembled faintly.
She was wearing dark purple underwear today, completely different from what she had worn three days ago. Although the color was different, the style seemed to be the same.
As the larger bruises faded, the mature charm of Busujima Murasaki's figure was fully displayed before Kamiyā Yuu.
Unlike the youthful fruit that was Kamiyā Sora, Busujima Murasaki was like a fully ripened apple. Merely looking at her made one feel an urge to take a bite.
Her pale skin was healthy and smooth, softer than silk to the touch.
Years of training had given her an excellent figure, perfectly proportioned and without any excess softness.
" Murasaki, don't make strange sounds."
Kamiyā Yuu said helplessly after hearing her faint, overly suggestive murmurs.
The office's soundproofing was not especially good.
If those sounds leaked out, his reputation would likely change quite a bit.
The medicinal liquid worked very well on external injuries.
The bruise below his right ribs had not been too serious. After applying medicine at the dojo and more special medicine at home, it had mostly healed after two days and felt normal again.
Busujima Murasaki looked at him with a gentle smile.
Their relationship seemed to have changed, yet also seemed unchanged.
"Miss Etsuki doesn't like seeing me like that."
Busujima Murasaki lowered her eyes and spoke softly.
Although Kamiyā Yuu couldn't see her expression clearly, he could sense the disappointment in her tone.
"Is that why you dislike the battle-crazed side of yourself and suppress your violent tendencies?"
Kamiyā Yuu asked casually.
"That is one important reason."
Following his movements, Busujima Murasaki sat up.
Kamiyā Yuu applied medicine to the remaining areas, massaged it in properly, then wiped away the excess with tissue so it would not seep into her clothing.
After finishing, he sniffed the medicinal liquid on his palm.
It carried a faint herbal fragrance, though not an obvious one. Ordinary people would not notice it unless they leaned close.
Busujima Murasaki picked up the neatly folded women's suit beside her and began dressing.
Today, she was no longer wearing women's slacks, but a black business skirt that reached her knees, with a larger slit to allow her legs more freedom of movement.
She slowly put on a pair of sheer stockings, making her already perfect legs look even more eye-catching.
"Murasaki, are you deliberately tempting me?"
Kamiyā Yuu's mouth twitched.
Changing into this uniform had definitely been intentional on her part.
Busujima Murasaki smiled as she zipped up the black skirt.
"It's merely a woman's nature. More importantly, Yuu, have you considered my suggestion from the day before yesterday?"
Kamiyā Yuu was left speechless.
Only she could so casually suggest becoming someone else's lover.
"Give me some time to prepare. Why are you offering yourself so willingly? Aren't you afraid I'll devour you right here?"
Kamiyā Yuu shook his head with an amused expression.
He was still not quite used to the change in her attitude.
"For the weak to become the follower of the strong—that is what I desire."
Busujima Murasaki sat on the desk and looked at him with a faint smile.
"Yuu, what are you afraid of? If you wish to play a game of emotions, then I'll play along until the day you fully accept me."
In private, Busujima Murasaki had already begun calling him by his given name.
Afraid?
Heh.
So this is what people mean by being pretentious, even when you're already in the wrong.
Kamiyā Yuu sat back in his office chair and rubbed his temples.
Busujima Murasaki's insight was extremely sharp.
Although he had said those things to Kamiyā Sora, he himself still had not fully prepared himself mentally.
As for Busujima Murasaki, after the kendo match, it was not quite accurate to say she had simply fallen for him.
It was more like she had developed a different kind of fixation.
Her decision was likely tied to her personality and upbringing.
Busujima Murasaki walked toward him in her high heels.
Placing her arms around his neck, she leaned down and kissed him under his surprised gaze.
At first, she was awkward, but soon became more natural.
After a long while, she parted from him and whispered in his ear:
"Guiding men is also one of a woman's responsibilities. Since Yuu doesn't intend to act, it is my turn to counterattack."
With that, she brushed back her dark purple hair and gave him a shy, satisfied smile.
Kamiyā Yuu touched his lips in a daze.
Just now, he had tasted a sweetness entirely different from Kamiyā Sora's.
In that instant, he felt as though a certain wall in his heart had collapsed.
After a moment of silence, he sighed.
"Ah... I don't want the others in the company to know about our relationship."
So I'm finally walking down Makoto's path...
Busujima Murasaki held Kamiyā Yuu's cheeks in her slender hands.
Her sharp gaze softened into warmth as she smiled.
"Yuu, it isn't good for a man to sigh."