for @ohsympathy, continued from here x.
It had been a messy sort of scrap, and they’d left half the warehouse caving in on itself in the aftermath. What mattered was that the pesky curse was gone, even if Yuji had had to be privy to a particularly devastating application of Red in the process.
The dull groan of concrete cracking fell into harmony alongside a deafeningly discordant screech, old metal piping sliding and toppling out of place. There was a reason Satoru preferred the company of his students over his colleagues. He could practically hear the pedantic lecturing he would almost certainly have been subjected to had it been Utahime, Shoko, or Nanami in the boy’s place.
Destruction. Devastation. Yet, all in all, a success. He’d even remembered to put up a curtain this time round.
“Do you think I’d ever lie to you, Yuji?”
This reassurance was followed by a good natured ruffle of his hair. His Infinity was a convenient preventative of sustaining any physical injury, reliable- such that it hadn’t failed him in this instance.
On the other hand, he was far less so, his character vastly more reliant on whimsy than any inkling of consistency. If he’d ever cared to do so, it would have been easy to count the number of times he’d been late, or made intentional employ of deception in entertaining himself, or even forgotten to show up to class despite making a promise to do so the day before. Really, was there any wonder that Yuji was sceptical?
“I’m fine, not a scratch, see?” Arms held out to either side, he grinned widely. “Though I have to say, I’m disappointed that you think so little of me.”
