◣ chuuya ◥ :

♠ He steps at the very edge of the bridge. He is a slow, precarious flame, and you can see his teeth flash as he laughs, skipping a stone in the water below carelessly– (as if you don’t know you might fall in.) The very water that she, the shadow-girl, fell in with the tiger like two stars. A baptism of light.

“Tell me about him.” Chuuya offers casually, a little spark in his eye. “You know, the protege Dazai’s so proud of. I want to hear about him from you.”

◣ ✿ ◥ What an ironic meeting spot, the girl thought, though she hadn’t protested at the suggestion. The scenery was easy to recognise: not too long ago, she’d both almost blown up and almost drowned there. On one hand, she would’ve died if Atsushi hadn’t saved her; while on the other, she probably wouldn’t have been put in that situation in the first place if not for the bounty on the weretiger’s head.

All in all, considering where they were, the request came as no surprise. Kyouka watched him for a moment before answering. “He’s kind. And stubborn.” She turned her gaze to the water. “Not the smartest person, and he tends to get injured a lot. He’s scared of Demon Snow.” But with how many times her ability had been used to cut him to ribbons, she couldn’t blame him for that.