a Yohji-centric "drabblet" set post-Gluhen/Side B (spoilers for Side B, current m/f and extremely subtle blink-and-you'll-miss-it past m/m relationship implied)
She doesn't comment, merely handing him the asked-for coffee cup. He's called her by the wrong name before this and were he anyone else, her first thought would likely have been "infidelity".
But he's not anyone else and she's often found him staring at the place on the mantel where the sword used to be. It took her weeks before she could finally approach him; acknowledge what he was doing.
"Do you miss it?" she'd asked.
"Wasn't my weapon" had been his reply. And again, had he been anyone else; had she not seen, touched, pressed her own mouth against his hidden scars, licked across his tattoo; had it been anyone else she wouldn't have asked, "what was your weapon?"