“Eto?” Itami knocks on the door to her room. She’s not returning his calls. And the CCG’s covert activity is all in the news.
“Eto.” His voice grows more urgent.
“Mmmph,” he hears from inside.
“Eto, I’ll kick down the door!”
She chuckles.
Rolling his eyes, Itami lunges at the door. It takes him more kicks than he’d like to admit to knock it open. “Eto.”
He gasps. She lies on her floor, missing most of her lower half.
“Eto!” he screams, rushing to her side.
“Itami? Oh.” Eto shakes her head. “Sorry you have to see me like this.”
“Don’t be sorry. I just – holy shit, Eto, are you okay?” Itami scoops her off the floor to cradle her in his arms.
“Oh. I’m fine. I’m recovering, see?” Eto wiggles two stub legs.
“That doesn’t look fine,” he growls.
“It will be.” Eto sighs. “Can you make me a bath?”
“Huh?”
“It’s fun to float when you’re missing half your legs.” She winks. “You can join me.”
“I’m not doing anything with you while you’re recovering,” Itami warns, carrying her into her bathroom.
“You’re such a killjoy,” Eto scoffs. “Will you at least kiss me? They say kissing has healing properties.”
Itami struggles to turn on the bathwater, Eto still in his arms.
“Fine,” he grumbles.
“You know you love me.”
“I do. Preferably in one piece.”