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The darkness was always surrounding her in a way or another, endless, suffocating, empty.
The darkness always had a way with swallowing her whole, after all these years it was the only thing she...
Yuma opened the door of the house, going inside, Asami following after him quietly, taking her shoes off and wearing her kuromi slippers.
The girl had been extremely quiet on their way home, eyes duller than usual, her hold on Bunbun just as tight as when she took hold of the robot in Recovery Girl's office.
"Asami, you know if something is bothering you, you could tell me." Yuma said helping the girl take a seat on her bed, when she got inside her room, after placing her bag on her desk, taking Bun from her gentle hold to have her change.
Asami didn't answer but continued to stare at her lap, hands open as she looks down at them quietly, Yuma sighed gently sitting down next to her.
"Have you been overworking yourself?" He asked slowly, trying to get her focus, his attempt failing as said girl continued to stare at her palms.
The male sighed softly, picking a pair of pajamas for her, placing them in her hands, and leaving so she could get changed, coming back into the room when she said she was decent, taking a seat next to her form that was sitting on her bed once more.
"Asami, I'm your family now, and family tell each other problems, I tell you about everything at my agency all the time, it's my time to listen to you" Yuma started, placing his larger palms on Asami's, her skin was ice cold, worrying the male who got Bun from her desk placing the robot in her lap gently, placing her cold hands on it.
Asami continued to stare down, eyes faraway and hazy, Yuma sighed gently and kissed her head, helping her lay down and covering her with her blanket gently, taking the robot from her palms when they got warmer, pulling at her desk chair and sitting next to her bed while patting her head gently.
After a while the girl's eyes fluttered shut, falling into sleep, Yuma's shoulders hunching and his heart hurting as he smoothed the girl's hair gently still remembering the first time he met her.
