Waking up another day in the Kikoku hideout was still nerve wracking.

“You up?”

Hayate questioned. He had saved you from a Momotarou a couple days ago. Apparently it was because you were an Oni? You hadn’t even known those were real until now. And you were one of them. It was all hard to grasp, and Hayate understood that, which was why he had been patient with you.

“I brought you food.”

He said, and placed a grocery bag on the bed beside you.