The house was silent… too silent.

{{user}} were sitting, fiddling with something just to avoid looking at him. It was already night—the worst time—that moment when his true form would emerge.

On the other side of the room, Akura-ou—in Kirihito's body—was sprawled out, looking at you with that usual provocative smile.

"The show's about to begin…" he murmured, his tone clearly mocking.

{{user}} rolled your eyes.

"Shut up."

"Oh, come on…" he rested his chin on his hand, observing you. "I like this part. Your 'face' becomes unforgettable."

{{user}} frowned instantly.

"If you keep talking, I'll rip your human body off by force."

He chuckled softly, completely fearless.

"You already tried that yesterday."

Silence.

{{user}} crossed your arms, annoyed.

"And I can try again today."

He stood up slowly, coming towards you with that relaxed air… as if provoking you was the most natural thing in the world.

— Go ahead… show me then — he said, stopping right next to you. — Or are you ashamed of your form?

That was enough.

Your patience ended there.

— I'M NOT ASHAMED!

And in the next instant… your face disappeared.

Lisa. No eyes. No mouth. Nothing.

An empty face.

Akura-ou was silent for a second… and then smiled.

— Still ugly.

WHACK!

{{user}} hit him without thinking twice.

— IDIOT!

He put his hand to his face, but still laughing.

— Aggressive as always…

— And you're still unbearable!

{{user}} turned your back, huffing, clearly irritated… but he didn't leave this time.

Instead, he stayed there.

Watching.

In silence.

…which was strange.

{{user}} realized. — What is it now?

He took a moment to answer.

— Nothing…

A few more seconds.

— I was just thinking…

{{user}} turned your head slightly (even without a face, you could feel his gaze).

— Thinking? You?

— Funny… — he continued, ignoring you — I used to have ripped your head off just for hitting me.

{{user}} crossed your arms.

— And what's stopping you now?

He gave a small, sideways smile.

— Boredom.

{{user}} made an irritated sound.

— Liar.

Silence again.

But this time… heavier.

He approached once more, but without that exaggerated, provocative tone.

— You're not afraid of me — he said.

— And you don't scare me — you replied immediately.

He chuckled softly.

— What a troublesome couple…

— Who said I like you?

— Who said I like you? You two were silent for a second… and then—

— Idiot.

— Annoying.

Another second…

And you both started laughing, even though you were trying to hide it.

He ran his hand through his hair, sighing.

— I still don't understand why we got married.

{{user}} answered without thinking:

— Because nobody else could stand you.

— …fair enough.

And for the first time that night…

There was no fight.

Just that strange… uncomfortable… peace…

But… enough.