` AMOR FATI

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COERULUX.

     The nuisance ceases in his prodding, but not before Suguro is greeted by the sight of Rin’s tongue jutting out as he finally resumes his journey to the kitchen. His jokes are perfectly fine; it can’t be helped if joking with the other isn’t unlike talking at a big, brick wall. 

     Yet supposed truce ends up short-lived as ever as Rin’ chuckle echoes down the empty dorm hall, immediately after that abrupt grumble itself.

   ❝ Heh– !! Maybe you should’a said something before your stomach did. ❞

     It’s a problem that can be easily solved, though– unlike math. Not long after they reach the kitchen is Rin searching for a pot for the stove, or for a knife to get started on the vegetables. It would be an enormous lie to act as if his stomach weren’t also in the same condition, so the tasks are completed in quick succession in the hopes that it wouldn’t feel the need to join the chorus.

          ❛   Are you planning on cooking today, or just annoying me?   ❜

          The words leave him so comfortably, his own straightening figure lethargically trailing Rin’s. Sitting so long, he shifts his chest forward, a complacent yawn following several minute cracks of his back. Whilst the other Exwire hunts for whatever he needed to begin, Ryuuji finds himself situated across, half-sitting on the counter, rough hands smoothed out against the wood.

          Although he would never admit it, after hours upon hours of studying, having risen from bed at the peak of dawn, his own eyelids felt as if they were dragging him towards slumber. Rin moved quickly, a hurricane of motion and words, but a soft stare remains somewhat on him, and partially just in space. 

          ❛   You got coffee or something else I could drink, Okumura?   ❜

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COERULUX.

 ❝ Oh… That’s all you’re here for?  ❞

     A return to their more comfortable normal dynamic, of Rin pulling jokes and gently teasing Suguro, also cements the return to his lightened mood. It is all too easy for frustrating schoolwork to form a dense weight over his shoulders, and to stay there, but nothing can yank him out from under it quite as well as the company of a friend.

     Plus, Rin just really loves riling Suguro up. Especially now that he knows he probably won’t get punched for it.

     The teen halts dead in his tracks and turns to look at the other over his shoulder, his tail beginning to betray the playful mood seeping into its sway.

   ❝ “Just” a tutor probably doesn’t need curry then, right? You can just figure out another lesson plan or somethin’ while I go cook. ❞

          A sigh escaped from his clenched teeth, reverberating as a calloused hand rose to pinch the delicate skin between his eyebrows. To think, the son of Satan could defeat demons whose infamy rivaled mythology, yet could not conquer trigonometry. 

          With nothing else to their day of homework, Bon begins to collect their study materials, shoving them into his bag. The emptied snack containers are shoved into one another and crumpled, ready for deposit in the nearest garbage.

          ❛   Your jokes are stale. Just hurry up and cook.   ❜  he quips in return, the remnants of a smirk ghosting across his lips. If nothing else, at least he could always appreciate Okumura’s own swift return to normalcy. His stomach awakened with a growl, a rose flush rising at its unexpected entrance into their conversation.  ❛   Ugh, I don’t think I’ve had real food all day.   ❜

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COERULUX.

     It catches him off-guard as it always does, regardless of whether he was previously staring off into space or not. Rin’s head tilts back when he glances up at Suguro, his words working exactly as intended if the vaguely surprised look in his cobalt eyes is anything to go by.

     Verbal confirmations of even just an aspect of their relationship, how far it has come, are the most welcome. Echoes from their group mission in Kyoto call back the familiar warmth from deep within his ribs, summoned not by chance but with a set of earnest words from an earnest boy. Knowing of Suguro’s no-nonsense nature very well, Rin is perfectly aware of how he tries to give everything that comes out of his mouth a purpose; he isn’t the best at idle pleasantries besides. 

     It helps.

  ❝ Totally forgot that you can be kinda cheesy. ❞ 

     Any evidence that he was previously in a funk has been shed, replaced with a genuine and cheeky lopsided grin. Rin rises from his seat and starts to make for the dorm’s kitchen, but not before giving Suguro a light bump in the centre of his chest with his shoulder.

          A sneer overtakes his rough expression,  the unimpressed and variably perturbed mood set on by the inflammatory remark casually floating passed Okumura’s lips.  For the son of Satan, he was far too reckless and generally much too forward,  as per usual.  It were as if the existence of formalities,  etiquette,  and manners were lost upon him.  Not even beginning with his own uplifted point of view,  his experience with one as plainspoken as Okumura was still relatively fresh.

          Besides that,  it was an admittedly welcomed sight to witness the split-second transformation of his friend’s frown disappearing into nothingness.  (  That, paired along with the knowledge that he was the cause of said sudden elation.  )  And despite it all,  his straightforward nature was a welcomed change,  as opposed to the adults surrounding them who spoke in parables and riddles rather than concrete statements  ;  his father and the headmaster immediately coming to mind.

          Perhaps this once,  he could choose to ignore Okumura’s desire to illicit a rise from him.

          ❛   Don’t get used to it.  I’m here to tutor you,  not baby you.   ❜

[namiiswan-archived]

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COERULUX.

     ❝ … Thanks. ❞

     Suguro’s suddenly strained breath had tugged Rin out of his school-induced bitterness almost immediately, his gaze looking back to the sight of the other boy being lazy for once. It was distracting, and also a little hilarious. His poor mood melts away completely when he receives the product of this strain, replaced with only a small amount of guilt at having gotten so grumpy in the first place. It’s not like Suguro isn’t also doing his best.

      ❝ It’ll work out eventually, I guess. Don’t worry. But yeah– you’re still good with curry rice, right? ❞

     The milks didn’t even stand a chance and soon find themselves empty. Rin pulls a familiar pink hair clip out of his hair, tucking it into his pocket and letting his fringe fall back down messily over his eyes. He barely remembers to shut the textbook in front of him, too busy mentally taking inventory of the food left in his kitchen. Not that curry needs much.

          ❛   Curry rice sounds good, yeah.   ❜

          Although a compliant student was one which any instructor wished for, one whose mind absorbed information swiftly and concisely, no amount of molding could transform Okumura into such. Not that he sought for anything different as a certain unique, if not maddeningly pervasive, charm rested with one as genuine as he. As he were temperamental and burdened, Okumura was just as determined, compassionate, and selfless. 

          Perhaps time together could teach them both something ; a willful hope that the growing patience, the widening of his own heart was not a fluke. If Okumura were to have left a single impression upon himself, his life, he would choose those qualities to remain over any others. 

          But as seemingly common, just as a breeze crossing their winter sky, was his own spacing out in thought. Rising from their study hovel, a hand comes from behind Okumura and gives a ginger squeeze to the shoulder. Whilst gentle words and tones are not his forte, there is a need for such in this moment, to validate that their shared struggles  (  upon both textbook and battlefield.  )  were not in vain.

          ❛   Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help. And, uh, I appreciate you being a good student for me. I want you to know that, uh, I really do believe in you.   ❜

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COERULUX.

     ❝ Oh. ‘Kay. ❞

     “I’m fine” seems to echo through the air, through his ears and over his shoulders, and it pisses him off because they’ve already been through this. A couple of times. Both of them, even. It almost feels as if those old barriers the aria had up at the beginning of their friendship are attempting to build themselves back up, bit by bit- which happens to be exactly what he has chewed Rin out for more than once. They’ve already established that there’s no reason to weather shared hardships entirely alone.

     Rin drops down into a crouch. No sooner have his knees given that dull pop than his hand has found its way to grasp at the front of Suguro’s t-shirt. Only an ounce of his strength is needed, in the form of a gentle tug, to disrupt his friend entirely and bring him slightly forward; there is no overt aggression present in his actions, no malice in his facial expression, only concern with a touch of exasperation pulling at his brow.

     ❝ You think the walk’s just for me? I’m tryin’ to give you some options besides just sittin’ on the floor. Why’s that such a problem this time, huh? ❞ 

          ❛   Get your paw off me, Okumura.   ❜

          The words escape through clenched teeth, his pair of calloused hands balling themselves up into tightened fists. Although his beliefs called for tranquility, serenity in the face of aggression, all that he could feel was the burning of his soul. It was a burden he was to weather alone, to allow circumstance to erode or strengthen him, but only him. If another had called him selfish, it was not an accusation he could deny. Yet, it was for the greater good, to ensure that no others would be affected by the hurricane of his own emotions.

          Yet a repeat incident since their last venture to Kyoto, Okumura displayed his intent to insert himself where he was unneeded. And just as in the past, there was no reason for him to be involved, no knowledge nor wisdom he could bestow to make this path any easier to walk. His right hand rises, taking a secure grasp of Rin’s wrist. Ryuuji’s own breathing is staggered, but his heavy gaze directly meets his friend’s  ——  a challenge.

          ❛   I don’t wanna go anywhere with you. Go sleep and leave me alone.   ❜

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          Although exasperation was thought be the first emotion expected to invite itself upon his mood, bulging veins and a raised voice to accompany it, the only distaste revealed in his expression is a light frown. Brown eyes glaze across the marked paper, passed the scribbled-out work, wrong answers, and smudges of ink. A heavy exhale follows it, Ryuuji leaning back in his chair only to direct his lidded stare to the ceiling.

          ❛   Yeah, we can take a break. I think we both need it.   ❜ 

          A moment passes as he rests his eyes, closing them and breathing quietly, rhythmically. Without warning, he languidly twists his posture, body reach towards his bag resting upon the floor. Using ever fiber of his being to secure the treasures inside without rising from his chair, two small milk drinks are gained from his struggle, along with a pair of straws. 

          ❛   I brought you one too. And I think maybe we should get started on dinner.   ❜  A pause in his words as he focuses on piercing the metallic foil lid with his straw, lifting the drink and sucking greedily. Gaze travels from his drink to Rin, softness permeating through his gaze.  ❛   I’m, uh, sorry I couldn’t be a better teacher. I have faith you can learn this yet. We just gotta keep practicing.   ❜ 

@coerulux.

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COERULUX.

     ❝ You’ve been “meditating” for a long fucking time. Ain’t it time to try somethin’ else? ❞

     The characteristic method of “taking matters into your own hands” comes through Rin’s words as he finally deems it time to sit up; he is well aware that nothing was going to happen, much less sleep, if Suguro can’t get out of his own head. Muscles sore and yet still longing for action are stretched in almost a feline manner out until that satisfying pop of his joints resounds in the quiet of the room. Pale fingers grasp around his darkened surroundings afterwards for the sweater previously thrown aside, and he tugs it down over his head. The state of his hair isn’t worth acknowledging in the least.

     To say that the recent abandonment has hit his “rival” hard is an understatement, and it’s obvious even to someone as dumb as him that Suguro is trying his best to not unravel entirely on the spot. To be without direction in life isn’t new to Rin, but he’d be a shitty friend if he didn’t try to help him out of it and onward; seeing someone normally so driven and well-off unable to even sleep at night tugged at his chest in a strange way.

     He rises to his feet and soon, arriving next to the preoccupied teen, a hand up is offered. Suguro is not completely alone yet.

     ❝ Come take a walk with me, man. ❞

          A sigh leaves him, slipping passed the heavy silence, the fatigue clogging his own discontented energy. Meditation had continued, even if he knew that nothing was to be accomplished by it, by him. Thoughts ran rampant as a storm through his head, ravaging what peace to be found in a sanctuary that would be his mind, leaving none dead flowers in their wake. Where he requested serenity, compliance, all his tumbling thoughts and reflections could offer were more unanswered questions. Sleepless nights were few, especially once cram school had begun, with exhaustion allowing him to more easily fall into a nightly routine.

          His dreams of the past varied, ranging from ascending the ranks and destroying Satan himself, to the horrors of the temple massacre reenacted upon those whom he cared dearly for. Yet even prior their travel to land of untruths and rotten flesh, no longer would his nights retain color. An inky darkness enveloped him, and it was merely pride which chained him there, a refusal to demand assistance. His destiny thus far was defined by just that, being attended to by everyone else, all at the expense of keeping their ties secure. He was unworthy of that treatment, seeing as he utterly failed to fulfill his duties. 

          With Okumura, pride and competition walked the same path, and he could not dare to be pitied by that who stood in his way. 

          ❛   Go by yourself. I’m fine.   ❜

[hakkome-a]

' People care about you, too, you know. '

profound sentences. // accepting - mutuals only.

               it seemed, these days, she called on him for help to eradicate the masses of malicious beasts wreaking havoc and chaos upon a world basking in the warmth of a shallow pool home to a newfound peace. so much remained a mystery of the demons that walked their earth ( there were those that were minor, perhaps bringing about slight mischief, although their gathering wrought disease ; there were others whose existence were deadly. they slew innocents, left metastasizing diseases in their wake, their footsteps & the air they breathed a malevolent toxin. they could not live in peace amongst humans or animals, or even nature. flowers rotted, flourishing crops died, livestock fell ill —- they seemed like curses, undeserved & unjust. this was all only the beginning of it all ). as it stood, shinobi had no methods of eliminating the demons. a great majority of the populace, civilians and shinobi alike, remained blissfully blind to their presence. how was anyone to defend themselves from any enemy they couldn’t even see? 

               hinata wasn’t reckless, far from it. she was smart and innovative —- since the end of the war ( well after it, in truth ), the sharpness of her mind had grown. being one of the few shinobi now with the ability to see the demons, she sought out two others ( although there were more ) to uncover ways to fight them with their own powers and abilities. they knew fully well that the exorcist that frequented their village wouldn’t be there forever. out of a desire to protect her village and its people, as well as her family and friends, she wanted to be able to do something, anything, the demons who seemed so stubbornly persistent in corrupting the innocent, in destroying good fortune. for so long she had felt useless, just like the failure she had been told that she was in her childhood ( her cousin, one of her best friends, had DIED because of her ; always, he had protected her. he had been her shield. never again did she want someone to die because of her ). with a new threat looming above them, she desperately wanted to be among those who could do something against them to at least minimize, if not completely remove, the threat the demons posed upon society.

               and now, she realized the mistake of her actions. she didn’t want to get bon involved ( although she knew that this what he came here for, she felt like she was burdening him ). she didn’t want to rush him out so often, to put him in constant danger of these beasts, even if she knew that he was trained and highly skilled in what he did. she and her comrades were lucky he was within the vicinity as they made their patrol and tried to test what would work ( perhaps the only success of the trial was figuring out their attempts were failures, something to note for the future ). sighing now, after healing her comrades and applying self - made ointments over their now closed wounds ( & luckily they weren’t major to begin with ), to prevent scarring and to promote faster healing, she went to sit by bon, leaning her back against the tree. he knew her well enough by now, although there were some details of her life or about her that he was not privy to, and he may have surmised her intentions. regardless, his words struck her by surprise, and it took a moment for her gaze to soften and for her to lower her head, long indigo locks swaying.

               ‘ …i—… i know, bon - san.. i’m so grateful you were here! and—.. i’m sorry for doing something like this. we—.. i just wanted to do something for the village. ’ ` to make up for where i failed in the past. `  a silent thought, words unvoiced. ‘ this was.. an incredibly reckless thing to do, even if for a good cause. perhaps.. perhaps shinobi just aren’t made to fight demons. ’ looking up at him, she cracked a small smile and added, ‘ and.. i felt like i was burdening you. i know that it is your job, but.. at the same time, i—.. i didn’t want you to have to face this danger on your own all the time.. ’

[hakkome-a]

hello it is i who is present in the inbox

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               demons existed in only lore ( the bijū were demons in name, but not truly the demons vividly described in their sacred texts ), or at least outside of the realm of human eyes and what they could perceive. ghosts, spirits, any other mythical creature detailed in their tales of centuries old and tomes, surely existed ( that much, she believed ; she believed that there were gods resting somewhere alongside her ancestors, watching over with careful eyes ). perhaps they were in plain sight but so well disguised that no one would have been able to realize, or perhaps they were well hidden, wishing to remain out of sight. regardless, it wasn’t until she met bon that the reality of their existence came to light ( although she still could not see ). it was what he had come to her country, her village, for —- to eradicate the demons posing harm upon the masses, to ensure that peace reigned and that all was safe. as strong and gifted as she was as a shinobi, she was, more or less, left defenseless against enemies she couldn’t see, even with the aid of her byakugan. a temptaint, he had called it, a wound revealing the supernatural to naked eyes. were it not for the rising problem of malicious demons, bon would not be here —- all the same, what a miracle it was that so many of konohagakure, including herself, remained free of such a wound, despite the growing numbers of those who had been affected.

               and yet, although she was blind to what exorcists could see, she could feel the changing in the air and atmosphere. it was ominous, and a sense of foreboding began to blanket over her in a manner that was different from what she felt upon encountering the danger of enemy shinobi. the forest seemed all too still, with nary a breeze to rustle the foliage, the songs of birds dying out in favor of silence. it was the calm before the storm. her activated byakugan saw nothing around her, even far in the distance, other than the off rustling of leaves in the bushes that seemed to come from nowhere at all. were these the demons bon had spoken of? these were enemies that she could not see, rendering her all but defenseless against them. even if she could see them, her methods of fighting would be ineffective in their eradication ; if she could do a thing against ill - bearing demons, bon’s presence in the land of fire, in konoha, would be unnecessary. as it was, there were not enough monks of their own in the country to offer their aid with the rising number of attacks of apparently demons, and perhaps they didn’t possess the similar methods of purification, or equally effective methods, to banish them from whence they came. so many had been hurt, so many now plagued with the demonic wound ( although, it could become an asset to locate them & at least get away ) ; would hinata be next?

               she wondered what sort of demon it was, how big it was, how fast it could move, and how powerful it could be as she began to race back the other way as she fled from branch to branch. going by foot would have been faster, but perhaps the ground was where it would have an advantage. hinata knew nothing and was doing her best to move as fast as she possibly could to return to the village, to have someone search for and retrieve the visiting exorcist. but all the same, she absolutely did not wish to risk bringing this potential demon into the village where innocent civilians were. quick on her feet, she was a blur in the trees, but she could hear the fast approaching creature now tailing her. every now and the she turned back so that all possible blind spots were covered, seeing through her byakugan in observance of her surroundings. every bit of movement was closely monitored and noted, and a fierce expression plastered itself to her countenance. whenever it neared, she sent down a vacuum palm from above in its general direction, praying that it would be enough to at least slow it down. before long, she had reached a gate of the village, and called towards the watch for her friend, then putting up a defensive stance of her own to fend it off from the village as best as she could ; she was grateful for the enormous walls around it, protecting it like the shadowing of a god’s hands around something sacred. now in open ground, there were no clues of nature to reveal the demon’s place. she could hear its cries growing nearer, but she was a second too late in leaping back, feeling a blunt blow to her arm.

          breathing in sharply at the impact, she leaped back several times, staring at her sleeve that seemed as if it had been burned by acid, her pale skin beneath it exhibiting obvious burns. was this the dreaded temptaint? her other hand clung to her upper arm and her eyes darted around frantically as she winced. a ghastly vision appeared in her line of sight, a phantom of a hound. now that she could see it, she could avoid it more effectively, but how well could she fend for herself with the irritation and sting of the burn? before she could prepare another attack, she felt a hand fall upon her shoulder — she recognized the presence easily : bon. plus, a team of shinobi who had previously been affected by temptaints as his line of defense.

          ‘ bon - san, ’ she breathed out in relief. with a smile, she stepped back to let him and the team get to work. immediately fishing through her pockets for a salve for burns, she took it out and applied it to her arm ; someone would have to look at it more closely at a later time. but now, she wanted to remain and ensure that no one else fell prey to injury ( she recognized no one else that could use medical ninjutsu ; she should stay ). holy verses filled the air and her comrades kept the beast at bay and bon behind safety as it began to target him. it took time, but the exorcism had succeeded. when he rushed to her, asking if she was all right, she simply showed him her arm, cracking a half - smile. ‘ it isn’t so bad, ’ hinata said, letting out a soft laugh. ‘ i always keep ointments and salves.. just in case! ’ pausing, she allowed her smile to widen ( it was small, but genuine, the smile of an angel, the subtle & radiant light of the moon ). leaning up just slightly, she pressed a light kiss to his cheek, almost barely brushing her lips over him. ‘ thank you for coming, bon - san. this—.. this was a real pinch.. ’

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COERULUX.

     ❝ I’ll go when you do, you know. ❞

     Indeed, any recently obtained injuries had long since mended, leaving only the familiar soreness deep within his limbs. His eyelids, too, had been threatening to fall closed for a good long while ever since the adrenaline rush incited by their mission had faded, gone along with his flames when kurikara was finally sheathed. Rin had crashed on his futon in their shared hotel room as soon as they returned and was still reclining with his arms folded behind his head; reflecting on their new situation would come tomorrow.

     Yet from where he lay he could still see how tense the line of Ryuuji’s shoulders was, how it translated into his jaw and even the pronounced vein up his forehead, how he hadn’t moved from that position for more than an hour. It was far from his intention to stay up half the night, but each time his eyes managed to refocus after a short doze, the other exwire was still seated on the floor ( he could at least be lying down ) and still seemingly awake.

     Concern had arisen when the half demon took note of how his friend had barely said a thing in the hours following the group’s confrontation, not even to Konekomaru, or at least to yell at Rin. This sudden scolding comes as something of a relief, then, even if it seems to be bordering on hypocritical.

     ❝ You’ll probably heal faster if you sleep, right? The faster you get better, the faster you can help me with those demon kings I guess I’ll be dealin’ with. They still don’t really like when I do stuff on my own, so… ❞

          ❛   You could handle it on your own, I’m sure. Besides, I’ve got enough to deal with.   ❜

          That fact rung true, that Okumura, despite whatever intentions and plots the order of Exorcists had in store for him, he remained as the respected ace card of their headmaster. From carrying out impossible rescue missions to slaying a literal god, a demon whose existence could not be thwarted by even the three noble families of Kyoto, the distance between the two of them grew further still. From a lazed dropout with a penchant for fighting to the son of Satan himself, wielding a blade stronger than any determination Ryuuji could muster himself, the difference between their skill levels was soon to be that of David and Goliath. 

          His role for so many years as the head of his generation, the genius who would bring about the end to demons and their savagery, was swiped away in a mere weekend. Two days for him to learn that his place was no longer with his friends, no longer to keep everyone together. With the Impure King defeated, there was no reason for his temple to continue, no reason for oaths and protection. Renzou already displayed such, having left him behind, and Kenokomaru was well along his way to mimicking so already. 

          They had all grown so much, yet he was still here, waiting for some indication of growth, that his time and his sacrifices were not simply a waste. A quiet sigh escapes his seated figure, eyes shut tight and head bowed to the floor. Although his posture is one of peace, his expression, his tone, none could be found from within, no matter how deep he dug.

          ❛   I’m meditating ; trying to calm my mind so I can sleep.   ❜

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

To those who said I could never do it: just watch me.

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SUISHOI.

@goukai ;

          Perched upon wooden walls ( though as a spirit, he could have as easily done so on thin air ), his eyes scanned the surrounding area – on the lookout, yet captivated by such modern forms of development surrounding him. After a slow intake, a low sigh left his lips, a slight shift in his posture as he shifted the blade he held in between his arms. 

         He couldn’t help but stare at the brightly striped hair passing him by – though most would feel abashed for staring so intently, he had assumed that the humans below wouldn’t see him. ( Although why one would choose to have one section of their hair dyed so was beyond him. )

          Just once, would fate refuse to play the supernatural ( and in this case, the dead. ) into his midst? Apparently not, as aboy with a head adorned with snow white hair planted himself upon the walls of the outdoor precinct, armed with a blade outside of his vast expanse of knowledge. Obviously invisible to most, seeing as his presence alone would have caused an irritating ruckus, only few answers remained to this conundrum ; all of which troublesome. 

          For all intents that he had, the most pressing did not involve this spirit. At least, until said spirit sought to try his patience, staring as if he were some beast with three heads. Surrounded by the ignorant, the innocent and unknowing, it was not words nor conflict which would win him this bout. Not to mention, it warranted investigation, and shirking his sworn duties was an option unconsidered. He instead halted his advance, taking a seat upon an open bench. His gaze travels up the wall, meeting yellow eyes with a sharpness of his own. 

[goukai-blog]

@coerulux.

          Hands found solace in holding themselves, clearly clasped far too tightly for comfort. Jaw wound up, the only indication of life were the movement of tired brown eyes ─── the ceiling, the wall, the floor, and repeat. Flicking around the shared room, it kept him sane, but a vacation spent content was forgone, leaps and bounds out of reach. Kyoto was home, but with no temple, no lingering duties, a missing friend, and a crowd of unfamiliar faces, the air felt as cold and tense as Tokyo’s did.

          The wounds on his body would heal, albeit with time and care. They were safe, they survived, but the hollowness in his chest strove to keep him awake on this night ; and that fact would incite a quiet rage, one built up in a solemn silence. His weakness was apparent, and no cure for this ailment meant that it was just another flaw, a burden. The last few days events explained why his weakened body was upright, sitting on the floor and restless. Yet, it did not answer for why Okumura would stay awake with him, despite the moon hanging above them both, shedding light to the midnight sky.

          ❛  Go to sleep. You’re the only one of us that’s able to be sent on duty. Knowing the headmaster, he’ll probably have you facing some demon king or something while we lick our wounds.  ❜

[goukai-blog]

can I ask what your gender is?? \^o^/

ah, sure ! i’m a cis male. refer to me with he/him pronouns, please.

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how much can u lift

          ❛  ───175 on a good day. What about you?  ❜

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再生 — ‘ hey ! ’

       the raven grinds to a halt, usually stoic features twisted into agitation bordering on fanatical- dark eyes swirling with an intent to kill. ( or in the very least maim ) ‘ have you seen a stupid looking kid, black haired with an equally as idiotic looking blond come by ? ’

          His valiant pacing towards Okumura’s blazing end would only be interrupted by the call of another. This stranger’s expression mirrored his own, albeit perhaps ( and surprisingly ) more volatile than his. A monk’s patience could only run so far, and a feather bomb would sever its safety net.

          ❛  No, I haven’t. Though, I’m looking to kill at least one of them before dinner.  ❜