“What are those?” She whispered fearfully.
“What?” He asked, silently commanding her to further explain.
“The flickering lights.” She said pointing to the window.
Shouto's brows drew together as he turned to look where she was pointing. There was nothing.
Then he saw them. Small pin pricks of light dancing across the darkened ruins of old Tokyo.
A silent, dry laugh almost bubbled up his throat but he contented himself with a small snort. “They're fireflies.” He said turning back to the woman who had inched forward to stand hesitantly at the edge of the other side of the window.
From the fic “The cost of freedom” made by the awesome @teaplease1717 !!