#giinjutsu

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                           ☾ ★ ┆ @giinjutsu ☽

He feels almost out of place here, waling down the halls of a high school. Gekkoukan of all places. He remembers his school trip here from his Inaba days and the memories that come with it. He’s here on business, but he still finds himself enjoying his minor trip down memory lane. Stopping a student, the substitute nods his head in respectful greeting. “I think I got myself turned around. The main office would be?” 

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「 Send a ♚. Your character falls asleep on mine, I’ll reply with what mine does. 」

akari is gentle.

he is loud, he is energetic — she’s sure he has more energy and life in him than meiko, and she’s not sure she would’ve ever believed such a thing existed if he wasn’t right before her eyes — he is so alive in everything and anything he does, not least of all in his every movement and touch. there is no heart in this metal chest of hers, no drumming pulse beating out a rhythm, but there’s something in her body that comes alive at every graze of his fingers, every smile sent her way. she concludes, therefore, that akari is so alive that his very life is contagious.

and yet, when she sees him like this, sees the sparks of life bursting through his veins culminate in slow breath and the gentle rise and fall of his chest, she cannot help but remember how gentle and kind and soft akari is too.

❝you’re… cute like this, akari-san,❞ she whispers. that’s the right word, correct? cute was her, was meiko’s smiles, was akari looking like an peaceful angel. with a sigh, she settles back, shifting just slightly in the hopes of making him any more comfortable.

who was she to disrupt an angel’s sleep?