House Call [Yuuto, Kaminari, Mirai]

Yuuto, at first, opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. He didn't give a verbal response to Kaminari's question. He could tell by her tone that she was being serious, but, he still resigned himself to give just a brief nod of his head, his hand squeezing around Mirai's just a little tighter. As Mirai went to describe her experience, Yuuto's head immediately turned to her.

Nightmares of people that she knew...of him, Kaminari, Shuten, trying to hurt her, drown her, suffocate her. For a moment, he felt hurt that he, as well as her other friends, were in those horrible dreams, but, he banished it quickly. His head lowered as he retreated into his own thoughts, thinking and breaking down the description.

The mention of drowning was something else he was quick to latch onto. Her hair had been salty and dry, with some wet spots to it. With that, it made him realize that there was more to the attack than someone just using water-based powers, they had been actively trying to kill her. His fingers tightened around her even more, still careful not to hurt her, but a flash of rage occupied that dark umber of his eyes for a moment, before he took a breath, relaxing his hands, and composed himself.

"Given that none of us would do something like that, I think...that the person who attacked you is someone you know, or have met before in some manner. Your brain knows it, but, because it can't put a face or name to it, it's filling in the gap with others that you can recognize."

Yuuto was not the type who got angry easily. But, with Mirai's response, his eyes suddenly narrowed. It was an uncharacteristic look of disappointment and disapproval as he looked at Mirai, before the expression softened as he went back to Kaminari. Taking a deep breath, before letting out a soft, but still disapproving sigh as Kaminari took a swig of the liquor before leaving, Yuuto lifted a hand from Mirai's, allowing her to take a drink as he rubbed his temples.

"Mirai, that was entirely uncalled for."

He didn't figure that him going after Kaminari would do any good. She had already left, and regardless of how little time it would take him to catch up, he doubted that she would want to come back. He looked at Mirai, his gaze now filled with worry. He didn't want to be angry with her, nothing of the sort. He just wanted to help her get better, but, the only thing he knew of how to help was to try and piece together what happened.

But, even that was difficult, given how Mirai didn't want to talk about it, not even remotely. Silently, Yuuto started racking his brain on what to do, leaning back on the couch. He didn't want her to stay cooped up in here forever, that wasn't the Mirai he knew, and now, had come to love, but, he wasn't sure what to do.

His expression shifted to surprise as she turned Kaminari's words to him. As he went to open his mouth, she only seemed to dig deeper, surprise turning crestfallen. Her being in the bombing wasn't what bothered him -- it was his own inadequacy. He hadn't been able to protect her. That was what hurt him the most, as well as what drove him to always try and be better.

As Mirai went upstairs, Yuuto was quick to follow, muted steps carrying him up the stairs with her, only for her to slam the door shut. He didn't hear the lock click, but he wasn't going to just barge in. He sighed, bringing his hands to his head and rubbing his temples. Kaminari hadn't been entirely wrong, but the way she so bluntly said it was also uncalled for.

So, Yuuto gently knocked on the bathroom door.

"I'm sorry. Please, Mirai, talk to me. Tell me what's wrong."

His lips parted, but he paused. He knew that this was a cheat code. But, right now, he felt he had no other choice.

"That's an order, Mirai."

He figured she was either contemplating opening the door and complying with his use of that cheat code, or, also entirely possible, making a bunch of angry gestures. Thankfully, she did eventually open it. He wanted to hug her immediately, to hold her and never let go, but, he refrained. Instead, he listened to her, his own expression turning crestfallen.

He did understand that she needed time. But, he also didn't want her to stay in this rut forever. That's what scared him the most. He didn't want the woman he loved to stay being scared and paranoid. As she slapped herself, Yuuto was quick to gently cup her hands, bringing them away from her face. As her eyes closed, Yuuto gently let go of her hands, wrapping his own around her and holding her close to him, cradling her head to his shoulder.

"No, you're not. It's not your fault that this happened. I just...I understand that you need time, I really do. I don't mean to make it seem like you need to recover fully overnight. Right now, I just want you to be able to sleep, and for us to find the root of the issue, so that we can start working on it together."

Yuuto kept Mirai held close to him, feeling a small bit of relief when he heard her say that the nightmares would stop eventually. That smile she knew, yet couldn't see at the moment, came back. His own face heated up a little as she mentioned the rather obvious detail -- that she hadn't been sleeping alone.

Yet, it didn't make him retreat or stop holding her. Rather, it only made him continue sprinkling in more of the affections. His arms seemed to wrap a bit tighter around her, making her more secure, his fingers gently playing with her hair.

"Good. I'm glad to hear that. Now, how about a little challenge? Try and make it back to the couch in three or less steps. Do that, and I'll get you a new manga set."

He broke the embrace, giving her a sly smile, before vanishing in the blink of an eye. Mirai knew where he would be, he just wanted to give her something to lessen her fears. It'd do them both good to have a bit of fun, even in the aftermath and recovery of a terrible situation.