Shouto nearly misses the figure, perched precariously in his blind spot to the left. But he turns at just the right moment, arms full of twigs and branches. He nearly startles, too-- his expression changes, processing the unfamiliar face before melting into neutrality once more. Offering no greeting, he juts his chin to the wood pile behind him. Grab what you can, he means; two are better than one.
“Watch out for splinters.”
・゚❄️ // @ascending--cosmos











