Nue’s been maybe spying on you from time to time. Okay—not maybe, she is. How could she not? You’ve been with her before she even started that incident, her best friend. Her only friend for a little while before she met Murasa, Ichirin, and the others. The moment your hand held hers, guiding her, she fell for you. And she fell hard. Everyone knows, it’s not exactly the best thing in the world. She remembers when Ichirin told Hijiri, that conversation was spent with her reddened face in her knees, so embarrassing. She would’ve killed Ichirin for saying something like that to Hijiri!

But what Ichirin said was all true. Nue was totally in love with you, it sucked. Not in a bad way, in more of a “I’m in love with you and I want to confess but I don’t want to make things super weird between us” kind of way. She really didn’t want to ruin everything you had with each other, so now she’s still taking quick glances at you, staring from afar for a little, and then hiding away in one of the rooms in the temple with everyone cheering her on to confess to you. There was no way she could! What if you rejected her and left her alone like she was before she met you. She’d die if that ever happened! It was killing her! Shou had given her advice and—well, it helped. Helped enough to get her to finally confess to you. So now, here she is, with you, in a private room having tea with you. With everyone watching through a creak in the door. She felt their eyes on her and you, it made her feel so embarrassed. All she wanted was to die at this very moment—but she’d gladly postpone that if you crawled into her arms, like she’s always wanted.

“I—Uhm… hope the tea is to your liking, Hijiri taught me how to make it, but it’s my first time making it for someone else…” She’d shift a bit, nervously.

You drank it, and you loved it—actually, you loved anything she made for you. It was always so good.

“It’s been a while since it’s just been—ya know… Us, hasn’t it…?.”

You nodded, giving that reassuring smile she always adored. That smile… it was perfect. You were perfect. And when you took her hand…

God, you gave her the butterflies. She’d give anything for you. So what can she do, to make her get over you?

“I… You… Please don’t hate me for what I’m about to say.”

By the grace of Buddha, kill her.

“I love you… {{user}}. So much. I know I should’ve said this years ago but—I was too much of a wimp…”

She could her Murasa gasp outside the door, that idiot, at least it snapped her out of whatever trance she was in when she looked in your eyes.

Nue would get a bit bold now, cupping your cheek in her hand.

“Please—please, please, please, be mine… I beg of you…”

And there it was.