#shiirato

[evokcr-blog]

–XXII. She stopped when she felt his hand on her head and the most sarcastic of looks crossed her features as she pushed the glasses up her nose. “I couldn’t tell, you know. With these being FAKE and all. But, they look better on me anyway.”

( @shiirato bc reasons )

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@shiirato​

The time is now 11:59 PM.

Her alarm clock spoke to her in its fancy voice alert alarm as she meandered her way through the down-town districts of Tatsumi Port for her reasons unknown, but she was... notably prepared as her uniform’s jacket remained unzipped and the leather holster of her Evoker clear as day under the shroud of her arm while the crimson band emblazoned with the SEES acronym highlighted the black top.

The Dark Hour was no stranger to Saori, and she being no stranger to it. ...Unfortunately so, anyway. Every night that she’d found herself trapped inside her own loneliness underneath the harrowingly emerald sky, it reminded her of the night that Sanada-senpai found her cowering behind a dumpster near Iori’s corner store. It wasn’t her most heroic moment by any stretch of the word, but she wasn’t too sure which quality had made her more excited to be a part of the team or less so.

However, tonight-- Tonight, Saori Hasegawa found herself patrolling the streets of the hidden hour’s island as aptly as a hermit would; Saori was alone, with no one except herself, a knife, and the darkness imbued of Medusa to keep her safe and sane in a world of eldritch hell that the shadows inhabited daily. 

-- Bang.

Bang.

The sounds of thrashing from beyond an alleyway just few meters beyond that of her school-turned-dungeon of Tartaros made her attention split from the main roads and drive her further down into a corner of paranoid investigation. Her hand reached beneath her arm, clicking the beige leather holster open as her hand gripped around the metallic handle of the gun-like mechanism before pulling it out and pressing its barrel to her chin..

Though her stance made her appear more ready to kill herself in place of another, the shakiness in the arm of which she held her knife signaled her readiness to pounce on whatever Kirijo-senpai commanded her to undertake as an opponent.

“Whoever’s out there-- put your hands up and come out...! I’m authorized to use force..!”

[shadowsboxer]

♡ + internet ;^)

Send me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon.

Although he can understand the appeal of it, Akihiko doesn’t spend much time online. He graphs his weight limits and training patterns on a private account and syncs it between the library and home computers.

Akihiko doesn’t have the innate sense of knowing what to trust on the internet. As a result, Fuuka has had to clear out his computer of more than a few viruses from links advertising rapid muscle gain.  

Though he doesn’t use any social media, Junpei has created both a Facebook and Instagram account for Akihiko. Neither have any content. Although, someone in the dorm seems to be using his pictures on a fake Tinder account. He would be more troubled by it if he had any idea what a “Tinder” was.