A crash alerts Mirumo to his son’s presence. “Shuu?”
A blur with Tsukiyama’s cologne streaks by.
“Shuu!”
“Don’t look at me; I’m hideous!” wails the blur. He slamming the door to Shuu’s room.
Matsumae and Kanae exchange glances.
“I’ll check,” Kanae announces.
She knocks on Master Shuu’s door, her ire building. Has someone hurt him? She’ll kill them and feed them to her master for their hubris.
Shuu looks up with a guilty expression.
He has no bangs.
Kanae tumbles backwards. “Hilfe!”
“What’s wrong?” Matsumae barges in, only to freeze at Shuu’s new look. “Oh. Oh my.”
“Don’t say it!” cries Shuu. “I’m a laughingstock!”
“I’m not laughing,” Kanae protests.
“I am.” Chie Hori shoves her way inside, snapping pictures.
“Can you not?” Kanae snaps.
“I am humiliated!” wails Shuu. “I am a disgrace! How will I ever grace the outside world again?”
“We’ll tell you Kaneki’s outside and you’ll go,” Kanae says dully.
He brightens. “Is he?”
Kanae scowls. “No.”
He looks like a disappointed child, and it’s all she can do not to hug him.
Mercy and Magic 