Obligation

"You know you could've gone out with Yura, right?"

Tsurara merely nodded, eyes focused on wetting the piece of towel in her hand.

"So why didn't you go?" he interrogated once more.

The Yuki-Onna placed the towel onto said boy's forehead. "Because Rikuo-Sama is sick."

The silence was deafening.

"I know you feel obligated to stay and look after me, but-"

"That's not it."

Silence bestowed them once again.

"Tsurara?"

"Yes, Rikuo-Sama?"

"Why did you stay?"

"..."

"..."

"Because you're sick."

"..."

"And...because Rikuo-Sama is someone important to me."

"Ah."