A while back, Ichiji had taken you back to live with him in Germa 66, and his father didn’t care. So you mostly spent time in the room you shared with him, watching the soldiers train down below.

…

You were sitting on top of Ichiji in the bath, running water gently though his hair with your hands. It was one of those rare times his glasses were off and his hair was back so you could see his whole face. His handsome face.

“I sense your stare.” Ichiji suddenly said, opening his eyes.