le chemin du vent

Hattori was still. He should have pushed her away, declined whatever she was working up to offering. But he didn’t. He was no fool and though in many ways he came across as socially dense, it was merely his disinterest in it that made it seem so. He was not questioning her intentions, he trusted her as much as he trusted anyone else who called Tojo home and yet…

Hattori exhaled, side eyed her for a moment.

“Hm.” Was all he said, or grunted really. Not pushing her away, as he probably should. At the end of the day he was just a man, despite all he made himself out to be.