Dangerous side

"Yeah. Why don't we eat? The food will get cold."

Oh, right, she almost forgot about the food. Sumire sweat fell when she saw the number of dishes on the tray. How much does he want her to eat? Isn't this going overboard? Her thoughts broke off when he grabbed hold of her wrist. 

"You lost weight; you need nutrients."

"Pfft." Sumire laughed when she heard his serious-sounding tone. Yuhi-san can be quite silly sometimes.

Sumire picked up the tempura with her chopsticks, and her eyes brightened. "It's so crispy; how did you make it like this?"

Yuhi chuckled. "I'll show you next time we cook together."

"Mmm, you should; don't keep it a secret." 

Still, for his cooking skills to improve this much in a short amount of time, he must have practiced. But why? 

"Yuhi-san, you're not asking me to finish my story."

"Because there is no need since it's you, I think I understand. For you, those flames are flames to protect then destroy."