shuurin:
〘楓〙
“Hm? Yasha?” Her typing pauses, fingers still hovering over the keyboard as she feels gentle tugs on her black hair. She’d been aware of the yokai lounging in back of her for awhile, but he’d been (uncharacteristically) quiet and calm considering how he usually was. She’d assume he’d fallen asleep as the sun climbed higher to noon and she’d wake him up when lunch was ready.
“…If you’re bored, why don’t you take a nap? I’ll wake you when I’m finished.”
♆;
❛ Only now you notice?❜
His reply is curt, missing his usual snark in it and she wouldn’t see the frown that comes with his words. Usually he could sleep anywhere, with no effort but today it seemed he’d reached his quota. Her hair drifted whenever a cool breeze came in from the open shoji door and he’d made a game of catching it. He curls the hair around his fingers, tugging them to further retain her attention.
❛ How much paper did they give you to sign? Can’t they give you better work? ❜
And by better, he means more dangerous.











