"Actually, Hazō… there is something I've been meaning to ask you," Keiko said uneasily.
"What's that?"
Keiko's gaze drifted downwards, studying the blades of grass as if a perfect knowledge of botany was an absolute requirement of their mission.
"I… well… how do you stand it?"
Hazō blinked. "What are you talking about?"
"It is something I've had cause to contemplate over the last few weeks, nothing more," Keiko said just a little faster than normal, almost stumbling over the words, "and Mari-sensei is far away, and you and I have a certain commonality of communication, and please feel free to stop me if you find the subject uncomfortable or uninteresting, but…"
"What is it, Keiko?"
Keiko's voice slowed down to something closer to its normal speed. "I am aware that my… preference… is the exception rather than the norm, and that other people likely find my aberrant tendencies confusing or distasteful at best, and it is a source of continuing amazement to me that you and the rest of the team not only tolerate but respect them. But we have never… discussed them as such, and if you don't mind…"
"Keiko," Hazō laughed, "there's nothing aberrant about you liking girls. I mean, it's kind of confusing, and maybe a little weird, but it seems to work for you, and we all know for a fact that you're not a bad person. You can like whomever you like, and we're always going to be there to support you or make fun of you or whatever it is people are supposed to do when one of their friends likes someone."
Keiko assumed an all-too-familiar look of practiced tolerance. "While your vote of confidence is certainly appreciated, Hazō, I am well aware of your feelings in this regard. I would say we covered the issue, and much else besides, most comprehensively in the aftermath of my disastrous confession to Mari-sensei. May I return to the topic I actually wanted to discuss?"
Hazō now felt like an idiot, but at least it had calmed Keiko down.
"Go ahead."
Keiko gathered her thoughts for a second.
"Hazō, how can you stand to surrender control of your body to others with such extraordinary frequency? How does physical contact not engender in you a reflexive instinct to escape or to defend yourself?
"I am told that my mother would hold me as a small child, before I displayed my lack of value and my parents lost interest in me. And Ami, my sister, holds—held a unique position of trust which can never be replicated by another person, in addition to being able to read my mood and judge my degree of approachability to a degree far beyond even Mari-sensei's abilities. But for as long as I can remember, I have had a clear sense of personal boundaries, and I do not understand how other people do not."
"What about taijutsu?" Hazō asked curiously. "We've done full-contact sparring plenty of times."
"The purpose of taijutsu is to establish control over the engagement. To master taijutsu is to permit physical contact precisely and exclusively in the manner of one's own choosing, and terminate it as quickly as is practical. Even then, I chose to specialise in ranged combat as soon as circumstances permitted.
"Yet others surrender their bodies to each other freely and casually, with no sense of danger, and worse, they expect me to do the same."
Keiko looked down at the grass again. "It is not an issue I can afford to ignore forever. Not with a marriage to come, and… other concerns. I was wondering whether you had any insight to offer into how the majority of people can willingly lower their most essential defences so completely as to not merely tolerate another's touch but to enjoy it."
Hazō had known, vaguely in the back of his head, that Keiko didn't like being touched, but he'd never really thought about the how and why of it. It was just one of those strange things, like how some people were afraid of spiders or loud noises.
He frowned. "So it's about interacting with other people, not about the sensation of touch itself? I mean, you touch yourself all the time, right?"
Unexpectedly, Keiko leapt to her feet, face blazing red.
"Th-That is not a topic open for discussion!"
"What? …oh. Keiko, I didn't mean—"
"Excuse me," Keiko said quickly, "I need to go polish my shuriken."
Hazō just looked at her. Keiko somehow managed to go even redder.
"I didn't mean it like that! My equipment simply needs hands-on maintenance!"
Hazō kept looking at her.
"I—I—Goodbye, Hazō!"
Keiko fled.
Hazō could do nothing but thank his lucky stars that Mari-sensei wasn't on this mission.