◣ ranpo-san ◥ :

    ❛ ah —– ❜

   He falls silent when she steps forward, forehead meeting his chest moments after. Her voice comes out a tad muffled, but the closeness leaves him to hear her words loud and clear.  ( he wonders if she can hear it from this distance, the familiar pang in his chest. I DON’T WANT TO LOST ANYONE ELSE EITHER, IT HURTS. )

    In a way, she’s just like him.

   Same age, same wish, a similar kind of loss, but she hasn’t taught herself to steel her heart in the same way he has out of fear.

   ❛ dazai will be fine, you don’t need to worry. ❜  A hand lifts to the top of her head, smoothing silken black hair comfortingly.  ❛ nothing like that is going to happen, kyouka-chan. it’ll be alright. ❜

◣ ✿ ◥ Adults always said such things in an attempt to comfort others. Adults always told his this and that, filling her head with their own opinions until she didn’t know what to think for herself anymore. What was she supposed to make of the situation? Everyone told her how to think, not how to make her own decisions; in a way, she was still the same emotionless doll the mafia created, just under a different authority.

It won’t be alright. Her hands reached up to grasp at his blazer as she attempted deep breaths. Anyone could die. She could lose everyone she cared about–again. Even someone as smart as Ranpo couldn’t see the future, so why say things like that? It seemed like exactly the type of thing the detective would hold in contempt.

“Do you actually believe that?” she managed after a minute.