kingofnegativity
「☁」—» It wasn’t everyday you found yourself in some strange city, told you were a part of some kind of social experiment and left only with a wooden knife for protection. To be quite honest, Karasuma was feeling some resentment about the whole thing. Didn’t these people know he had things to do? Powers to figure out? And where was his phone? They couldn’t possibly expect him to go without a phone in this city. It was all a giant inconvenience, and the middle schooler was quite set on straightening out the whole thing. Surely the maniacs who ran this place could see some reason, and surely he would be able to convince them to let him go back home. And, even if they didn’t, he’d just have to find a way to blackmail them, now wouldn’t he?
All of these bitter thoughts whirled through Karasuma’s mind even as he stalked down the sidewalk, armed with nothing but the useless wooden knife he’d been given and a scrap of paper that he’d scribbled his apartment number on. A plan of action was already starting to build itself in his head, and the birdman squinted defiantly at his surroundings, determined to get to the bottom of this whole mess... that is, until he noticed the boy walking into oncoming traffic.
For a moment, he could only stop and stare in relative disbelief as the other boy continued his apparent death march, the only thought in his mind that this boy was either crazy, or stupid. Either way, he couldn’t just let someone die right in front of him, could he? Surely his wings wouldn’t allow it.
❝ Hey! You! What are you doing! ❞