Fujiko has been called beautiful enough times that it really doesn't affect her.

Except when Shirogane says or thinks it, she's helpless against it, helpess to stop the warm, giddy feeling that spreads until, for the moment, she can't help but feel entirely content.

(And she shouldn't, because she's a ghost, a relic of the past that survived by chance while the blood of those she love soaked into her very skin.)

She tilts her head back with a soft smile, running her fingers through his hair with an appreciative hum.