Nest-Head and Tsujiwaki
He's so terribly sweet sometimes; she wonders how she never knew. Deep beneath the swagger, deep beneath the words, deep beneath the crop of hair.
It's like she's Helen, and he is Menelaus.
Maybe is "love" too strong? She knows she doesn't feel for him.
So does he. Never give up.
Nevertheless, she has someone who cherishes her, and loves her, like she loves him, and like Kiba cherishes her.
It's always the same dance still. Just the two of them. The music sweet and slow. Feet moving carefully. Sometimes stepping on toes.
And an embarrassed laugh covers the shame.