[ Her question hangs in the air, twisting her stomach into knots, both wanting to know what Mitsuru would say, and not.

For all the times she's had to hold onto her poker face for dear life, it cracks at the hasty way her friend answers her, one eyebrow lifting as her mouth shifts down, sinking into a slight frown. Attachments were something she avoided forming, but months at the resort, seeing the same people over and over, without need for the defensive pretenses she's relied on for years to keep other people safe – especially someone she's covered so much uncharted ground with as she has Mitsuru.

Just as she's about to brace herself and work out a casually cool response, Mitsuru finishes her thought, and Nami's eyes grow round. Warmth creeps up her back as she finds herself nodding her head without thinking about it first. ]

The real benefit of our arrangement started being you really quick.

[ That traitorous flush finds its way up her neck and onto her face, leaving Nami blushing furiously as she blurts out that admission. ]

Even without the arrangement, it's still gonna be spending time with you.