[ Yako Katsuragi has many flaws, but lack of self-awareness is not one of them.
Of course, it's a little hard to notice something that happens in increments, like walking along a beach eroding a centimeter a day until you look behind you and see nothing but the ocean waiting to swallow you whole. Still, now that it's happened, it's useless to pretend it isn't there. Now, something other than the prospect of her next meal makes Yako's breath catch in her throat and her heart beat out of time, and she's never been in the habit of lying to herself, so she's perfectly aware what it is.
She likes Neuro. More specifically, she's attracted to him, which is such a terrifyingly ill-advised prospect that she's not sure what cruel trick of brain chemistry even led to such a thing. Objectively, she knows it makes sense: they're partners, now, and they've been through a numbero f what might be considered traumatic circumstances together, and heightened emotions and adrenaline are a cliche for attraction for a reason. While Neuro continues to treat her with casual abuse, his actions speak louder than words. Harass her though he might, he's never actually left a bruise or broken skin, and it's troubling to realize that's one of those qualities she likes about him.
And the list of those grows by the day.
Ultimately, she recognizes it's something she has to do something about. Neuro himself, of course, is as ignorant about human emotion as ever -- perhaps the only reason she hasn't pinned to a wall and the truth hooked out of her with a spiky finger. But she doesn't know how quite to approach it either, which is why she's taken the opportunity to excuse herself after their latest case, visiting a hot spring resort to try and soak her troubles away and come up with a plan of action.
Naturally, as it's Neuro, nothing goes as planned. She'd been tossing and turning in bed all night, and she's only just started to drift asleep when half the door ends up in her lap and she sits up like she's been shocked awake, eyes wide in the darkness of the room. Her heart's racing. ]
B-business? [ Self-consciousness was never an issue before, either, but she's painfully aware of how her yukata's slipped around in her restless attempts at sleep. Even if she's wearing a perfectly decent pair of pajamas underneath, she finds herself clutching the sheets to her chest, though that admittedly has less to do with modesty and more the need to hold onto something. ]
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Of course, it's a little hard to notice something that happens in increments, like walking along a beach eroding a centimeter a day until you look behind you and see nothing but the ocean waiting to swallow you whole. Still, now that it's happened, it's useless to pretend it isn't there. Now, something other than the prospect of her next meal makes Yako's breath catch in her throat and her heart beat out of time, and she's never been in the habit of lying to herself, so she's perfectly aware what it is.
She likes Neuro. More specifically, she's attracted to him, which is such a terrifyingly ill-advised prospect that she's not sure what cruel trick of brain chemistry even led to such a thing. Objectively, she knows it makes sense: they're partners, now, and they've been through a numbero f what might be considered traumatic circumstances together, and heightened emotions and adrenaline are a cliche for attraction for a reason. While Neuro continues to treat her with casual abuse, his actions speak louder than words. Harass her though he might, he's never actually left a bruise or broken skin, and it's troubling to realize that's one of those qualities she likes about him.
And the list of those grows by the day.
Ultimately, she recognizes it's something she has to do something about. Neuro himself, of course, is as ignorant about human emotion as ever -- perhaps the only reason she hasn't pinned to a wall and the truth hooked out of her with a spiky finger. But she doesn't know how quite to approach it either, which is why she's taken the opportunity to excuse herself after their latest case, visiting a hot spring resort to try and soak her troubles away and come up with a plan of action.
Naturally, as it's Neuro, nothing goes as planned. She'd been tossing and turning in bed all night, and she's only just started to drift asleep when half the door ends up in her lap and she sits up like she's been shocked awake, eyes wide in the darkness of the room. Her heart's racing. ]
B-business? [ Self-consciousness was never an issue before, either, but she's painfully aware of how her yukata's slipped around in her restless attempts at sleep. Even if she's wearing a perfectly decent pair of pajamas underneath, she finds herself clutching the sheets to her chest, though that admittedly has less to do with modesty and more the need to hold onto something. ]