[Renji's POV—Kurosawa Mansion—Continuation]
I stepped back after tying the knot, fingers lingering a fraction longer than necessary before I forced myself to let go.
"There," I said softly. "It's done."
I lifted my gaze—and realized I was still far too close.
Close enough to notice the faint crease between his brows when he concentrated. Close enough to feel the warmth of his body, steady and real, just inches away. Hayato hadn't moved. His eyes were fixed on me, unreadable and intent, as if he'd forgotten to look away.
My heart stuttered.
"Oh— I'm sorry," I started, instinctively taking half a step back.
"Did you have breakfast, Renji?"
The question cut cleanly through the moment.
I blinked, thrown off. "Huh? Oh… no, sir. I hurried here."
For a second, he said nothing. Then he turned toward the door, reaching for his coat.
"Then have breakfast with me."
I froze.
"…Sir?"
