[ koharu, your words have just saved that poor insect from an afterlife of eternal torment. at koharu's reassurance, yasusada's expression morphs from one of worry to that of relief, that small, uncanny smile finally reappearing on his face after the threat of violence and eternal torment unto bugs fades away. still, he takes a moment to look her over, particularly near her ankles where the bug must've had ample opportunity to attack, before he nods, professional and brief, ever-practical like he always wont to be.

(perhaps he's a little disappointed that he doesn't have an excuse to kill an insect in the afterlife seven hundred times over, but, well, he hardly shows it, so you'll just have to use your imagination.) ]

I'm glad. I was afraid I wouldn't make it in time, but I'm glad my body reacted on its own. [ sparkles, as though wielding a dangerous weapon 24/7 somehow makes his complete lack of impulse control okay. without further ado, he takes a step back to give his saniwa some space. it occurs to him that this is his first time in his saniwa's room-- the thought doesn't so much embarrass him as it simply makes him curious, his eyes scanning over her desk and coming across an open book.

a book on strategy, from what he can tell. it only takes him a moment to figure out what must've happened here, and his expression turns a bit fond. ]

Were you still studying so late, Koharu-sama?