Chapter 147: A Tale, A Tease, and a Taste of Home
The moment Yukima Azuma stumbled into the room, barely steady on his feet, he was greeted by the sweet voice of Suou Yuki.
"Great athletic ability, Onii-chan," she teased, covering her mouth with a hand as a playful smile curved her lips and her brows arched mischievously.
Azuma froze mid-step.
"...Did you just call me something?"
"Onii-chan?" she echoed, feigning innocence. "What's wrong with that?"
Once she confirmed it again, realization dawned on him. In Suou Yuki's eyes—despite the identity-exchange mechanism that even the god of Itomori couldn't override—he appeared as himself.
She saw Yukima Azuma.
How she managed to see through the supernatural cognitive shift, he didn't know. Maybe she didn't either.
But it explained a lot.
Those times she looked flustered when he patted her head or held her hand—things she otherwise accepted without protest—suddenly made sense. She'd always seen him as a boy.
And if he hadn't been her life-saving benefactor, she probably would've slapped him by now for those casual touches.