“Passed out right there on the floor,” Matsu said clinically, as Kagari tried to shake off disturbing images of Miya’s demon-masks. “Technically, he lost. But he brought everything he had to a battle of wills, and he went down still fighting. Miya hasn’t said a word, but she hasn’t demanded a shopping race since.”
Damn. Kagari had thought dinner had been a little more peaceful than usual these past few nights. He just hadn’t put his finger on why.
They’re switching off who gets to sit with Minato. He’s making them take turns.
Sahashi. He meant Sahashi. Damn it.
Minato Sahashi had faced down Miya. And he’d missed it. “He’s a brave kid,” Kagari murmured.
“He’s a brave young man.” Matsu adjusted her glasses. “He just needs a little more time to grow into it.”
Aha. He knew he’d heard sneaky in her voice. “A kid going gray at nineteen.” Kagari straightened. “Matsu, what are you doing to him?”
“Me?” Matsu said innocently. “Premature gray runs in his family-”
“Takami went gray years ago because Takehito adjusted her,” Kagari cut her off. “Like he adjusted everyone who had to work with scared young Sekirei, so they wouldn’t be as fragile as regular humans. But Takehito’s dead and you’re no doctor, Matsu. Sahashi’s my friend. What are you doing to him?”