◣ chuuya ◥ :

♠ Scanning the back of his hand in pause for her reply, Chuuya has to wonder what it was like to have that sort of introduction to the agency. The protege in question wasn’t even properly trained at the time. Such actions like moving with what your heart tells you, seeing the good in a situation no matter what it means for the safety of the agency itself and taking that path–they weren’t advised by the mafia, which was more like a hivemind, something colder with careful schemes. It’s unfortunate that Chuuya has to group the two communities into light and darkness, but in this case, it’s easy to think of it that way.

He looks at her curiously. “I see, I see. He sounds like a bit of a handful, but if your director thought he fit in with everybody, then…” Chuuya rests his hand on his hip. “He’ll get used to Demon Snow. Besides, you’re able to get a handle on her for most of the time, right? ‘Specially with Fukuzawa-san.”

◣ ✿ ◥ Atsushi was naive by all accounts. He jumped straight into tasks with no true plan or strategy, whereas others put more thought into their actions. At first, the girl believed moving in such a way could never work–she could never spontaneously run from the mafia and get away with it if she didn’t make a plan first (and she wasn’t intelligent enough to make a plan). Then Atsushi barged into her life and made his method work, and (while she didn’t adopt it for herself) it changed her outlook.

“He has a good heart,” she murmured. Perhaps that was the difference between them: it was difficult to be spontaneous while wandering in the dark, but blinding light could cut through the murk. “She still moves on her own at times, but it’s good practice for throwing knives.” Kyouka said that with a straight face, as though assaulting her own ability was nothing out of the ordinary. “I’ve been getting better at it.”