[Reborn settles next to her on the bed, lightly enough that he barely shifts the covers, just watching her sleep for a moment, in case she should stir and wake up.]
[She stays asleep, curling closer to the warmth of his body. Aisha is well and truly asleep though, hardly moving but for the rise and fall of her chest.]
[Reborn finally moves, pressing a kiss to her forehead and pulling the blankets up closer around her. He moves silently to the switch and turns off the light, glancing back for a brief moment before he tugs the door closed behind him.]
... [For a moment, Kuroko is at loss of words. Reborn voice appeared to be a little different than usual.]
Reborn-san... [By the voice at least it seemed like Reborn was well... There was a relieve in Kuroko, even if it didn't wash all the rest of his inner turmoil.]
The creatures... [He starts to explain, yet, how could one exactly express this.]
[Reborn has to smile a bit, amused at Kuroko's concern, and says, sounding much more like himself:] I can take care of myself, Tetsuya. But I appreciate your worrying for me.
Reborn-san. [He turns the feed to video, actually placing it on a ground level.
Kuroko sits on the floor, assuming a typical Japanese formal position.
He then leans on the floor, bowing to the screen. His eyes very serious as places his face a few centimeters above the floor.]
Please, teach me how to fight... or at least how to defend myself. [He voices out his request in a very tense voice, mostly to disguise his own insecurity.
He can't afford to remain this week. Not after all that happened.]
[Kuroko blinks, looking at Reborn again, his face maintaining that stoicness which is typical of him... except that his eyes had a very clear expression of gratitude.]
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