The atmosphere is heavier, Hokuto can sense it instantly in the way he smiles. She wishes he wouldn’t bother with those pretenses around her, but she doesn’t speak on it.

What’s he like. Oh, Seiichi. Why are you doing this to yourself?

She frowns slightly.

“He’s a programmer. He fixed Nami’s synth a little while ago. He seems sweet. I’ve only met him a handful of times.”