[At her apology, Kazama turns his narrow gaze toward Chizuru once more.]
…
[He seems to consider something. Then, all at once, for how (almost) sad he seemed just a moment ago, his expression is once again an unreadable mask.]
Think nothing of it. This little setback is hardly discouraging.
[All Kazama had to do was keep trying. He’d prefer it if Chizuru would willingly accept his advances, as she had finally come to do, but as always he’d make do. Feelings were, in the end, irrelevant. And he wasn’t about to humiliate himself by putting his heart on his sleeve for a second time. Once was enough. At least for this decade.]
no subject
…
[He seems to consider something. Then, all at once, for how (almost) sad he seemed just a moment ago, his expression is once again an unreadable mask.]
Think nothing of it. This little setback is hardly discouraging.
[All Kazama had to do was keep trying. He’d prefer it if Chizuru would willingly accept his advances, as she had finally come to do, but as always he’d make do. Feelings were, in the end, irrelevant. And he wasn’t about to humiliate himself by putting his heart on his sleeve for a second time. Once was enough. At least for this decade.]