Infinite (adj); limitless or endless in space, extent, or size; impossible to measure or calculate.
❝Infinite love, the kind that will end when infinity runs out.❞
➳ [Y/N], the mist pillar's tsuguko; also known as his future wife, in her infatuated...
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In two days, you were feeling much better. The weather returned to its usual calm, the sun bright in the sky with the sea of white clouds adorning it. You were eager to go back to training, specially since you'd to pay respects to your master's consideration in not killing you or not letting you die for not having listened to him in the first place.
Once you were ready to go out of your room, you cheerfully skipped towards the garden.
Before you could arrive though, a familiar woman came into your field of view. Forcing you to stop dead in your tracks.
"Shinobu-san?"
The petite girl gave you a closed-eyes smile, gently patting your head (despite the height difference not being much).
"Hello, [Y/N]-chan~!"
Her presence was an odd occurrence inside that household.
"What are you doing here?"
Shinobu looked up, index finger on her chin, as she pretended to think.
"Well, first of all, my patient came down with a cold a couple days ago"
Just as her violet eyes drifted towards yours, they averted; like a cat chasing a mouse.
"And second, I was wondering if I could check in on Tokito-kun as well" Shinobu said, making you blow out your cheeks.
"Check on him? Why?"
Shinobu looked at you with a certain secretiveness, as if she were about to gossip. She shortened the distance to the point in which you could smell her lavender perfume. Her porcelain hand, with their fingers slightly spread, travelled all the way to the side of her mouth, likely to make herself less audible as she told you what you wanted to hear.
"He came to my estate, soaking wet, just so I could give him some medicine for you. I guess he came running, he even forgot that umbrellas exist!"
You leaned in closer to her, whispering in a tone as low as hers.
"But, Shinobu-san, of course he wouldn't use an umbrella. We don't have any here."
"Even so! His face was a dead as always, but isn't it such a romantic act? He came running all the way to the butterfly estate during a thunderstorm because he was worried! The girls had to clean the wet floor after he had brought the rain under our roof" she nodded to herself, emphasizing how bad the whole mess was.
