YASSSSSS
(I miss them).
“Koma, can you mop the floors just a little better?” Irimi crosses her arms from behind the counter in Anteiku.
“Can or will?” Koma winks.
“Enji, you’re a fool,” she says with a roll of her eyes.
“Enji, is it?” Koma brightens. He sidles up to her. “Enji, eh, Kaya?”
She smiles at how close his face is to hers. “I think so, Enji.”
He leans forward to brush his lips against hers.
Irimi grabs him by his collar to yank him closer. She deepens their kiss.
Enji opens his mouth, and Irimi dives in, wrapping her arms around him.
Behind them, Yoshimura smiles as he tiptoes out of earshot. These tender moments don’t belong to him.
Mercy and Magic 