“Let’s get married.” Kishibe says, his expression showing no indication of humour. He was dead serious. Not joking at all. This would’ve been endearing and sweet, that is if the two of you had been dating for more than barely what four? five months now.

You cared for him, cooked for him, you were so good to him. With his line of work, he could end up dead tomorrow. You two are obviously in love with another. The thought of you with someone else…No. He has to marry you.