A mask of my own face? I'd wear that...

A forceful smack sent his 'face' flying to the floor, and he realised that if he was going to try and windle his way out, this would require some serious stitching on his behalf. It was only then that he heard Nakahara's audible gasp, understanding that all his years of hard work to maintain a façade had been almost erased when he watched those concerned, sky-blue eyes begin to doubt everything they knew about what was in front of them.