" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "
her cheeks held between his palms, faces too close for ayame to properly make out his expression. kezo's concern made her feel warmer than the blood trickling down her ribcage, even if only for a moment. snapped back to reality, her lips parted on a breathless wha — ? what had she said? brow furrowed, bare palm coming to rest on her side with a wince. a narrow escape, a careless underestimation of the demon lurking in the clouded daylight, a mistake she wouldn't be eager to make again. “ your shoes. ” it came back to her and she spared a glance at his feet, another wince shaking her lungs before she met his gaze again. “ your shoes — what do you mean, you don't care? you love those shoes, and now they're — i don't think that's gonna wash out. ”












