━ here to steal the * cake ☀
» `⋯「☄」⇢ If there was a n y t h i n g she’s learnt after experiencing such shock, such fear; such anxiety - it would be to treasure her life as long as she still lived. Nothing in this world promised safety, and above all - did she remember that curiosity might have really killed the cat. Incapable of comprehending anything she saw but the little boy withdrawing his rifle, even thinking that she’s imagined him talking, Ochako stammered; tears trickling down her cheeks in relief - maybe also still due to the terrifying fear; dropping to her weak knees in gratitude.
"I… I…"
At some point she stopped expecting an apology, or rather, she completely forgot, deeply shaken by fear, which did not just - as the threat did - subside. Her gratefulness to him for sparing her life was great enough to refrain her from doing anything she deemed to be superfluous - even breathing was difficult; worrying that it will reveal something she shouldn’t. For a while, the silence was replaced with the faint sobbing of a lost teen, echoing even in the corridors.
She only managed to regain her composure as she spot the stranger pointing at the knife he could not reach; his monotonous glance directed at her. The brunette almost let the cake slip from her memory; pushing herself up after a moment of confusion.
"…Oh. Right…"
Her dried eyes felt somewhat sore, though knowing that it wasn’t within his intention to actually kill her but rather the cake he couldn’t reach, she picked up the knife, slicing the delicious pastry into two big pieces, one for him - the other for herself.
"Here you go."
` ( ■ × ) — » While most people would feel sympathy or pity for the girl who was sobbing her eyes out, the young child continued staring at her with a deadpan expression on his face. There wasn't a speck of kindness in his cold and apathetic gaze. How long was she going to cry for? This was the first time he had encountered someone who was so terrified of death, scared enough to drop to their knees and start weeping out of relief. It seemed like she truly did treasure her life and wanted to continue living. Penguin respected that. He was the kind of individual who understood the value of life, but was still able to take them without a single hesitation. After all, in the end, his life was more important to him "... There's a lot more to be thankful for when you're alive, right?" It was difficult to tell who the question was directed to, or if it was simply rhetorical.
The sniper's face lit up when the teenager handed him the cake. The emotionless look he generally donned on disappeared. A bright an tender smile blossomed on his face, his cheeks turning red from the happiness he was experiencing. He was practically sparkling as he smelled the cake, bewitched by its pleasant scent. It was difficult to believe he was the same child who had nearly murdered the teen standing beside him. Glancing at her with an excited look on his face, he pointed at the fork nearby. "Pass me the fork." Penguin couldn't wait to get started on the delicacy sitting on his plate.
