The mall bustled with weekend shoppers, the air filled with chatter and the occasional clinking of cups from nearby cafes. You and Karasu walked side by side, your steps in sync with the rhythm of the mall's ambience. Karasu, with his sharp eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, seemed to be enjoying the outing more than you expected. His rare, relaxed smile hinted that he appreciated the break from his intense routine.

As you both settled at a cozy corner table in a quiet cafe, Karasu leaned back, his gaze fixed on you. "You look like you have something on your mind," he said, his voice carrying its usual sharpness but softened by a hint of concern.

You hesitated, the words swirling in your mind but refusing to come out. You knew you had to talk to him about Otoya’s comments that had made you uncomfortable, but you couldn't find the courage to start.

Karasu’s piercing blue eyes didn't waver. "Spit it out. You know I don't have all day," he said, crossing his arms, but his tone was more curious than impatient.