Just after Kentaro slipped into his bedroom, where Yura waited, Serica and Aria exchanged glances. They had been pretending to work for a while now, and poorly at that. Serica hadn't been washing dishes for the last five minutes; she was just running her hands under the water to sell the illusion. Aria had long finished vacuuming but kept dragging the nozzle pointlessly across the same spot like a soldier waiting for a signal.
Because they both knew.
Yura had been off all day. Not enough for Kentaro to panic, but enough for anyone paying attention, quieter, fidgetier, more distant than the Yura they knew. Even Aria, who hadn't known her as long, could tell something wasn't right.
And if Kentaro was going to talk to her? Then Serica and Aria were going to make sure she came out of it better.
