[ He makes his way back onto the bed, matching Akane's eyes. Miyuki isn't an actor, he wouldn't even pretend to be. He can't respond in kind.

But as someone with a mask sealed on tightly, refusing to show the weak side of himself to anyone, he couldn't let this settle as it was.

He's close to her, not moving in, but still glaring. ]

Let me thank you, Kurokawa Akane. Not a Kurokawa acting for me, but the girl who saved my life as well. I want to appreciate you right back.