Seto didn’t seem to notice anything wrong with Kano as they walked home. Kano always seemed ti have secrets of his own, and Seto had given up on ever finding out all of them. He turned his collar a little higher against the cold wind and rain, though there wasn’t much point in putting up his hood now.
"Huh? It’s not really exceptional, Kido sometimes checks on me when I’m late getting home too, you know. But she usually just texts me. Is your phone off?"
Of course, they’d tried texting and calling him plenty of times over the past few days with no luck. Seto was relieved he’d been fine when he’d found him, considering the alternatives.
He tilted his head to the side, confused, when Kano asked him to go first. Was he really that worried about what she’d do? He didn’t actually think Kido would hurt him, not badly; if anything she’d be more likely to yell at him and maybe cry a little. That could be terrifying too, though.
Seto looked between Kano and the closed door, and then reached over to pat his shoulder.
"Have you eaten? We could go get food. I’ll text her and let her know you’re safe so she won’t worry as much."
{ K } ➤ “My phone…kinda broke.”
Spare the details, please. If Kido would ask, he would be forced to answer. And she’d yell at him further. Ouch. But this was Seto, and Seto was not Kido. Seto, Seto, Seto. Thank God for Seto.
It was this side of Seto that Kano respected. He was open and honest and oh God, he knew not to pry. Of course, he probably understood that there’s not much truth to be found in the words of a liar, but at least he knew better. There was no accusation about Kano being scared, no heavy interrogation. Ah, how nice of him. No wonder Mary clung to Seto-nii as if he were an actual god. Whoa.
“Oh, that would be great. I kinda got kicked out of a restaurant, so I couldn’t really eat.”
“Just make sure you text her first, okay? She’s an interesting one, Danchou.”
Not scared, not scared. Pfft. Who was he kidding? Physical pain seemed pretty excruciating, and it would hard to do anything but laugh when it would happen. If he didn’t smile, then he might reveal the look of actual pain, actual vulnerability, and hell, that stuff was embarrassing. However, the scariest thing would be actually facing her. He would have to laugh at her then. He would have to laugh, tease, call her stupid for waiting, mess with her a little, too. He knew, oh God, he knew that she was probably really scared. And just like all things serious, that too would have to become a joke. Feelings were real, feelings were fragile, feelings were so damn tempting to break.
But it would be his only choice. He just couldn’t show her any other face besides the smile. He was just a regular prankster in the end. Ahahaha… Ironic.
“So, where do you suggest we go, Seto?”
P-pfft… That rhymed… Huehue.