Maiya has barely had time to respond to Kiritsugu's breakdown when the door of his room is flung open. Reflexively, her gaze snaps toward the intrusion—only to be met with the sight of an unfamiliar but otherwise unremarkable teenage boy. Even as he struggles to speak, she takes him in with her typical cool and analytical stare, serious-faced in spite of the absurdity of their situation. She doesn't look away until Kiritsugu speaks to greet him, glancing back to his face still buried against her breasts. ]
You didn't tell me there was anyone else living here.
[ She speaks quietly, matter-of-fact, evidently not feeling particularly flustered by being bare-chested in front of a stranger. ]
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Maiya has barely had time to respond to Kiritsugu's breakdown when the door of his room is flung open. Reflexively, her gaze snaps toward the intrusion—only to be met with the sight of an unfamiliar but otherwise unremarkable teenage boy. Even as he struggles to speak, she takes him in with her typical cool and analytical stare, serious-faced in spite of the absurdity of their situation. She doesn't look away until Kiritsugu speaks to greet him, glancing back to his face still buried against her breasts. ]
You didn't tell me there was anyone else living here.
[ She speaks quietly, matter-of-fact, evidently not feeling particularly flustered by being bare-chested in front of a stranger. ]