“I’m sorry, Rima.”
It was only a soft whisper, and a gentle embrace, but she felt it all the same. Shiki…
Drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness, Rima could do nothing. The last thing she remembered was yelling at Shiki to snap out of his possessed state, before the very same possessed being attacked her. If it were not for Ichijou-senpai, she would have been killed by this person whom she shared her snacks with.
Rima had only met Shiki’s mother once, and the impression left was not something Rima would gladly recall. She often thought of Shiki as a neglected child, but an obedient one that would not get into unnecessary trouble just to gain attention from his mother. Whatever that happened
in his childhood years, being obedient has become a part of Shiki’s nature.
She wanted to lift her arms, to return the embrace, to let Shiki know that it was all right, that it was not his fault.
Shiki, you idiot