"Ugh."
I held my head. My head was particularly painful today. Especially when I turned to look at the foot that was resting close to my face, alongside the murmurs that I was hearing from beneath .
"...Don’t... touch ."
"How did this happen again...?"
My hands slid down my face as I blankly stared at the ceiling above .
Honestly, I was at a total loss.
All I rembered doing was taking one sip. Just one sip.
"Did I black out from one sip?"
"Hm... you’re tickling ."
"Just how powerful was that whisky?"
I tapped the bed a couple of tis before leaning over and spotting the bottle. I first reached out for it with my hand, stretching my arm a couple of tis before giving up. After which, I looked back at Soran to make sure that she was still sleeping before a dark thread shot out and pulled the bottle my way.
"Alright, let’s see."
I turned the bottle around. But the mont I did, my expression froze as the label appeared before my eyes.
[Bruichladdich X4 Quadrupled Whisky, 92%]
"....Ah, I see."
I smiled while putting the bottle back down. After which, I sat up while scratching my back. As I did, the Team Leader’s murmurs continued to echo in the air as I looked around and picked up one of the pillows.
I tapped on it twice before nodding.
"Yeah, this should do."
The next set of actions was calculated. Walking towards the Team Leader, I pressed the pillow right onto her face as I pushed down.
"Hmm—!"
Her body went rigid in an instant.
I continued to press down, muttering softly, "Shh. It’s okay. It’s just ."
"Hmm! Hmmmm—!"
Her hands flailed, and her body squird. I continued to press down, my eyes closing as her hands reached for my forearm, her nails digging into it.
Honestly, she was a lot stronger than I anticipated.
It caught off-guard, and that mont was enough for her to find her voice as she scread.
"H-help...! Hmmm! Murder...! I’m being... m-hmmm-urdered!"
I tried to mitigate the damage, but her screams were loud. I knew in that mont that I didn’t have much ti as I applied even more pressure, trying to secure the kill quickly, but this woman was a lot more agile than I expected as she twisted her body on the bed, freeing herself from the pillow before she glared at .
"Y-you...!"
Her hair was a ss, with saliva still leaking down her chin.
We made eye contact for a brief mont before she reached for the saliva and wiped it away.
"I see."
Her chest slowly started to steady as she recovered her breath.
"...Looks like we’re having a dostic dispute."
"No, we’re not."
"But we’re a couple. We even slept together."
My face hardened.
"Not only that, but you were on top of ."
It hardened further.
"I felt your thick—"
"You—"
"—arms."
I tossed the pillow aside and turned to face the door. The more I stayed here, the more my head hurt. Honestly, this was rare. Very rare. There weren’t many people who could make like this. For so reason, Soran really knew how to push my own buttons.
Not even the Conductor would give such headaches.
’No, it’s fair to say that nothing cos close.’
Bringing my hand to my face, I reached the door and placed my hand over the handle. However, right as I did, my face changed as I heard the sound of nurous footsteps rushing in our direction.
Oh, no.
I looked back at the Team Leader, who also seed to have heard the steps as her face changed. Quickly, she moved down the bed and moved next to , and not even a second later, a knock was heard.
"Hey? Is everything alright? I heard sothing."
"I’m good."
The Team Leader answered while clearing her throat.
"...I drank a bit, so..."
"....."
The silence that followed was enough to make sigh in relief.
’Looks like they bought it.’
Yeah, it was hard not to. Especially because the Team Leader was. I relaxed from this point, only for my breath to leave my body the next mont as the Team Leader opened the door, revealing several faces whose eyes widened at the sight of .
"Well, off you go."
She patted on the shoulder while the nurous stone gazes were fixed on .
My lips parted, but no words ca out as the Team Leader’s hand traced down my back.
"You’ve still got a lot of work to do. So, shoo. Shoo. "
At the sa ti, she looked at those who were staring at her while raising her brow.
"What?"
She tilted her head.
"What’s wrong with your expressions? We’re married."
We’re not.
I looked at her, and she stopped. In the end, with a disappointed face, she lowered her head and sighed.
"Alright, I proposed to him, but he’s yet to reply. The sa thing, though."
I opened my mouth, thinking of replying to her, but to be honest, my head was still hurting from last night, so I just gave up. I wanted to rebuke and do sothing, but my mind was simply not there as I pushed my way out of the stony faces that were looking at and headed for my own room.
’What am I even doing? There’s still a bit that I need to do.’
*
The group remained standing at the front door for at least a minute. From the way they were acting, it was almost as if they were completely frozen in ti. The Team Leader whipped out her phone and took several photos while mumbling, "He may be a little bit rough around the edges, but with so nice cleanup, he’ll look handso. That’s who my man is."
Click! Click!
She continued to take photos until the group finally snapped out of it.
Only then did they leave, with just one person staying behind.
He stood by the door while the Team Leader lowered her phone.
"Hm? Section Chief? Why are you still here? Are you here to deny our vows? If so—"
"How is he...?"
The Team Leader stopped, her expression turning more serious. She subtly looked to her left and right, making sure there was no one present before replying.
"Honestly, I’m not sure."
Her brows furrowed.
"He seems okay on the outside, but it’s clear that he’s not quite right in the head."
"You think so as well?"
"Mhm."
The Team Leader nodded.
"Yeah, he’s definitely not okay. He’s certainly beco a lot more confident, but at the sa ti, it seems like he’s losing his sanity in the process. If things keep going this way, then..." She stopped at the mont, her brows furrowing further. However, she didn’t need to elaborate further as the Section Chief understood instantly.
Looking at the Team Leader, his expression turned grim.
"...I understand. I’ll try to work sothing out."
"Do so."
The Team Leader replied while putting her phone back in her pocket.
As she did, she turned her back as her voice lowered.
"I wouldn’t want the past to repeat itself."
Clank—
The door closed right after that, leaving the Section Chief to stand in the silence as the Team Leader’s voice echoed inside his mind, over and over again. In the end, he turned away as his lips pursed together.
" too."
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