When you first encounter Blade, you find yourself developing deep feelings of affection, even though you're unaware of it. Unfortunately, Blade doesn't share these sentiments, and, in fact, regards you with strong dislike, despite being your coworke...
Kafka and I were putting back our clothes on. She stared at me, from the mirror in her room.
« Hm ? »
« Are you getting...along with the Y/N girl ? » She looked at me and chuckled slightly. What ?
« No. Never. Why such a question, Kafka ? »
« It seems like you can tolerate her quite a lot~ » She did what now ? Why would she look happy about that ?
We heard some clatters in the kitchen. It was certainly her, that we also heard coming back earlier. Ugh, what a pain she was.
« Hey, I know how you feel when around her, I can see it on your face and—»
« Enough.»
She simply hummed and finished to put some makeup back on, before gesturing for me to come out of the room with her. I walked out, that's when I noticed her. She was wounded. Badly. We weren't informed of anything. Did something happen at the HQ ?
"You're wounded ?" I heard Kafka ask to her. Whatever happened, she was weak. If one day she wants to be at least considered the same as us, she needs to be stronger. I'll make sure she suffers when I train her personally. My eyes landed on her, I suddenly felt like every time I got near, peaceful.
With a weak voice she answered Kafka and kept eating what looked like some pastas. Kafka stared at me with the "I told you" face and I glared at Y/N and met her gaze right on time. I would not let Kafka be right about it. I will prove her wrong. I followed her near the counter and kissed her, that way, she saw that it wasn't the same with her. Not long after, we heard the plate in the sink, and stomping on the ground slowly disappearing.
"You pissed her off now." Kafka winked at me and got away.
"Why would she be pissed off ?"
"Ha, you're not familiar with this, are you ?" She scoffed and took the house's keys.
I simply frowned. Why could she mean by that ? I hate her, so does she.
"Let's go out in a restaurant, tonight." she says walking away. What was the sudden date about ?
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I took a sip of my coffee, the bitter taste lingering on my tongue. The ambiance of the dimly lit restaurant provided an intimate setting for the conversation that lay ahead. Kafka, sitting across from me, observed me closely, she was onto something and I saw it on her face.
"Blade, we need to talk," Kafka began, her eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and determination. There she was.
I looked up from my coffee, I put on a stoic expression not betraying my internal turmoil.
"About what?" I replied, trying to keep my tone casual. She never got this secretive.
"About us," Kafka replied, her voice steady but filled with an underlying urgency.
"I've noticed something changing between us, and I can't ignore it any longer." She continued quickly.
"What are you talking about?" I raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. I knew what she was going to say. This is the last thing I want to hear from her.
Kafka sighed, I noticed her choosing her words carefully.
"Blade, you might not realize it, but your feelings are shifting. There's someone else, someone you're growing closer to, and it's not me." She chuckled almost quietly while sipping on her red wine.
I tightened my jaw imperceptibly, a flicker anger crossing my whole mind.
"You're imagining things. There's no one else."
Kafka leaned forward, her gaze unwavering.
"Blade, I'm not blind. I can see it in the way you look at Y/N. It's different. It's real."
I scoffed, without realizing the hint of frustration in my voice.
"You're overthinking this, Kafka. Y/N is just a good for nothing to me. She is weak, annoying--"
Kafka shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. She stopped me.
"Blade, I saved you, and I'm grateful for that. But it doesn't mean we're meant to be together. I can feel your heart pulling away, and I care too much about you to let it continue."
I clenched my fist under the table, my emotions battling within me slowly.
"I don't need you making decisions for me. I know what I feel." I sounded colder than I wished.
Kafka reached across the table, her hand resting gently on mine.
"Blade, feelings are complicated. I'm not asking you to understand everything right now, but I am asking you to be honest with yourself. I want what's best for you, even if it means letting go."
I withdrew my hand violently.
"I don't want to let go. I don't want things to change."
Kafka sighed, her gaze softening.
"Change is inevitable, Blade. It's how we handle it that defines us. Y/N might be what you need, even if it's not what you want right now."
I pushed my chair back abruptly, and I stood up.
"I need some air," I muttered, avoiding Kafka's gaze as I left the restaurant, leaving behind a table filled with unspoken emotions and the lingering taste of bitter coffee. I needed a cigaret, the fresh air was brushing my face and I noticed my hand slightly shaking.
