“Hey Hakuba-kun! Do you want to come over to my house next week for dinner? My father will be out of town and my mother would love to meet you. She is a great cook. So would you like to try my mother’s cooking?”

kitameguire:

whiteknighthakuba:

“Ah, thank you for the invitation, but I’m not entirely certain where I’ll be next week yet… my mum’s still attempting to convince me to come home for the holidays and I’m a bit concerned that she may attempt to kidnap me at this rate…  Perhaps I could take a raincheck?" 

“Then maybe you can come after the holidays. Or you can always tell your mother that you fell in love with a cute girl in Japan. I’m sure your mom will understand. She would think that it’s not proper for a gentleman to leave a lady waiting. I will think of something. You will love my mother’s curry.”

“Pardon me, Yamashita-chan, but I’m not in the habit of lying to my mum…”  That wasn’t exactly true, but it was in this case. “I’m certain that your mother’s cooking is wonderful, have no doubts about that, but if I am able to go home for the holidays, I rather think that I ought to… it’s been far too long since I’ve been home without some sort of disaster to attend to…”

akaikujixyaku:

“yes it is most definitely true now give me two drafts of this ‘budget’ immediately I don’t trust you to reevaluate on your own I am officially your pity accountant from now on.

I expect those documents stat pretty boy.”

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"It may take some time to recalculate all of the figures, but I’ll get two proposals to you as soon as is possible. Do they need to be notarized? And for tat matter, do you need an annual budget, or one broken down to a one month timeline? Perhaps an annual plan would be best, with details for one month’s anticipatory calendar of pity parties built in, with associated costs and numbers… hmm…”

[Lies] He’s found out the truth about you and instead of confronting you about it, instead of listening to your warnings, he’s going to take on the threat himself and he’s going to be killed. And it’ll be all your fault for not filling him in sooner. For not letting him in, not letting him help you. You wanted to protect him? He’s willingly going to the slaughter now, thinking that he’s saving you.

akaikujixyaku:

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                  .:|| ↑→↓ No. ↓←↑ ||:.

                                  .:|| ↑→↓ No no no no no. ↓←↑ ||:.

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                  He wouldn’t do that. He’s brilliant, he’s reasonable.

                                                      He’s emotional. He cares about you.

                   It wasn’t true.It couldn’t be— god dammit no he would have said something, he would have confronted her! He would have asked her what she was thinking, pleaded, reasoned, and scolded. He wouldn’t do this- he knew better than to run in head first at danger…

                                                  Except he didn’t, did he?

                                                         He was a knight. She, the princess.

 She had been something like that in his eyes, hadn’t she? Delicate, laughing, blushing, sheepish Emi. Who wrote and baked and danced on occasion, and did her very best to live a happy dual life even if it meant she could be hurt, even if it meant she was in danger. She didn’t let anyone help because she couldn’t have them getting hurt in her place. This- this could not happen. It was everything she fought so hard to avoid. It was all of her late nights and forged doctor’s notes and bandages and first aid training. It was trusting Akira to get into the heads of anyone who was close and steer them away from their inklings. 

                                                            .:|| ↑→↓ NO! ↓←↑ ||:.

 There was no way. She would not lose him.

 She’d sooner die herself.

What can you do when it’s already too late…?

“Hey Hakuba-kun! Do you want to come over to my house next week for dinner? My father will be out of town and my mother would love to meet you. She is a great cook. So would you like to try my mother’s cooking?”

“Ah, thank you for the invitation, but I’m not entirely certain where I’ll be next week yet… my mum’s still attempting to convince me to come home for the holidays and I’m a bit concerned that she may attempt to kidnap me at this rate…  Perhaps I could take a raincheck?"