♆ ƒ я є є ♆

Taking a few steps through the front door and into the — unfortunately — somewhat crowded business, his contact coloured eyes scanned the various types of people. They all looked stuck-up, of course. He probably stuck out like a sore thumb with his wildly spiked hair and large coat, despite the fact that spring was approaching quickly. Not that he even particularly cared if he did or not.

Due to his interest laying more so in checking out the various types of people crowding the small café, his body soon collided with another. Looking away and instead to whoever had just bumped into him, mouth opening to allow him to complain. Yet, it seemed the other beat him to it. Curling his upper lip in offence at the question, clothed arms crossed.

→ He huffed slightly as he tried in vain to put the insignificant amount of napkins on the pool around them. The other was just standing there and complaining.

→ “You should of watched where you were going. I’ve been here.” He didn’t mention how he wasn’t paying attention himself. How he had missed the guy that was standing near him, he didn’t know. He stuck out. Probably on purpose.

"I’m baking a cake. What does it look like I’m doing?" If this blue-eyed stranger was actually thinking of putting an end to his fun, then Ayato will certainly not let him. He hadn’t even gotten to the part where he snaps his prey’s leg yet and that was always his favorite portion of the game. However, while he was preoccupied with the newcomer, the said prey had immediately taken this opportunity to sprint away— blood gurgling out of his mouth.

Ayato kept an eye on his target of attack running away and a look of unmitigated disbelief timed in on his face. “Oi! Where are you going?!” He called out but couldn’t find the motivation to run after him. “Hey, come back! I just want to kill you a little bit!”

Once the guy had dropped out of sight, a miffed frown clocked in on Ayato’s features as he glared at the intruder of his entertainment.

→ He caught the green-eyed glare and matched it. The other actually looked annoyed with him… Though, it was definitely better than any other negative emotion. Haru was barely listening to him as he spoke, and only caught the end of his sentence.

Was it really his fault? He couldn’t even recall the girl mentioning about having a boyfriend (or maybe she did and he disregarded it out of instinct). He shouldn’t take the blame for this since it was the girl’s fault for having such loose legs. But of course, her boyfriend wouldn’t listen to reason so here they were— the guy all beaten up on the ground and Ayato looming over his body with a twisted sick grin stretching his lips.

"Sorry." A jubilant chuckle passed his lips. "I didn’t mean to kick you in the stomach. I was aiming for that little willy of yours that has failed to keep your girlfriend entertained."

Before the other party could respond, however, a voice butted in and Ayato glanced over to the side to see an unfamiliar dark-haired boy. Great, what did this attention-seeking kid want?

→ He raised an eyebrows at the other’s choice of words. Not really expecting that he would be the one to be called kid. Especially not from the guy across from him that seemed to be acting no less than a brat. Talking like he should be on some TV show doing all the bad modern villain lines. Haru refused to be intimidated by him-- even if the guy who was pretty much cowering on the ground showed that he should be at least cautious.

"Been far too long by now," Kougami says, giving the shittiest of reasons. "Plus, it’s a bit of a keepsake."

Kougami knows that probably doesn’t make sense and he doesn’t know why exactly he’s being so cryptic. Kougami, despite his appearances, is an open book when it comes to his past, his future, and his life in general. He’s not ashamed and he never will be. He is who is, and the people he met along the way were who they were too. Especially Sasayama.

Kougami decides he’s had enough of the cigarette for once and scratches it out on the sidewalk, pushing the half-smoked cigarette back into its packaging to smoke another day. 

For a smoke outside a shady convenience mart, this sure was turning into something like a confessional.

"What are you doing around here?" Kougami asked in lieu of continuing his own story. "This isn’t exactly the sort of place a kid like you hangs out."

→ “Tsk.” The only thing that answer gave Haruka was a reason to side-eye the guy next to him.

→ Now that he thought about it, this guy fit perfectly with the description most people used when they were trying to explain the ‘type of people you should stay away from’. And that vague answer sure wasn’t helping his caused. While he wasn’t very threatening-- he was coming off like the type to glare at you until you walked away quietly. Maybe a little less menacing.

Carrying a big pile of books in his hands he carefully placed them on the nearest table to him, all kind of study plans were on the young male’s mind in that moment that he completely forgot to ask if he could actually take a seat on mentioned table which wasn’t completely empty. 

"Uh! I’m so-" he interrupted himself the moment his head peered and recognizing for a moment the person sitting in front of him. "Nanase-san?" 

"Um… If you don’t mind, can you take me there?"

Suddenly Luka felt a sharp pain on the back of her hand. The cat apparently had grew restless, waiting to be fed, and decided to leash its fury on Luka instead. Despite blood oozing from the wound, Luka instead smiled and pat the cat’s head lovingly. She does had a weak spot for cats…

"H-hey! Bad kitty! Be patient, okay? This kind man will show us where to get your food!"

→ He stared in shock for a few moments as the Lady’s hand started to bleed, but still she continued to talk to the cat with a smile. “We should probably get something for your hand as well…” Patting his pockets, he found one of the --slightly crumpled-- napkins he had stuck in his pocket and handed it to her. It wasn't much considering how cheap most businesses napkins were but at least it would stop however little it would.