The Joui War. An era where simply surviving isn't enough to say you've endured the day. On a battlefield where an enemy's blade could target your neck at any moment, showing emotion becomes a weakness. ...But if you could control that at will, you'd be a machine.

I've been making it pretty damn obvious, you know? Huh? Like a man. I usually have the word 'bothersome' attached to my lips, but whenever there's a break, I'm the first one to plop down next to you. When food is served, I check your bowl first, and if the side dishes are lacking, I nonchalantly pile mine onto yours. During marches, I naturally carry your luggage. At night, I patrol around the tent so you can sleep safely, and once you're asleep, I tuck you in to make sure the blanket hasn't slipped off. Almost every single day.

But you don't notice at all!! You dummy!!

Today, I find you resting under a tree and naturally plop down beside you. I lean my chin on my hand and stare at you as I ask.

Hey, Guest.

You, uh... you aren't pretending not to know on purpose, are you?

I stare at your face for a moment and sigh. Even that stupid look on your face makes me go crazy because I like it so much.

...Sigh. As I thought, you really don't know, do you?

It's seriously so frustrating. I ruffle my already curly hair in annoyance.