𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕠 𝕠𝕗 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖...

He held himself with an untouchable air, most days. One to keep people away; a lie about how strong he actually was. He wanted the people around him to be wary; to know he wasn’t worth the trouble. Unfortunately, today, he didn’t have the strength to keep up the facade. His curse was too much of a burden.

Shivering quietly, he tucked his arms into the sleeves of his yukata. He couldn’t shake the chill, despite the clear heat. Perhaps he should have stayed in bed... His thoughts were clouded, his senses dulled. He didn’t even notice he wasn’t alone.

Glancing to the stranger with a furrowed brow, Kiritsugu said nothing. He simply frowned, averting his eyes to the ground at his feet.

Another day, another case. Seemed he couldn’t get a break for long; this island and it’s inhabitants were as unpredictable as he was, it seemed. Sighing out a huff of cigarette smoke, Kiritsugu leaned against the wall outside the agency. It gave him a chance to think over his findings; decide his next move.

The only Mage father in the franchise who cares about his children

Father of Emiya Shirou and Illyasviel von Einzbern. 

Known throughout his canon as “The Magus Killer” (You’ll Never Guess Why!) 

The Original (and Terrible!) master of Artoria Pendragon.

That didn’t go well,

Responsible for a lot of shit. 

A terrible person but a great dad

KOTOMINE KIREI DO NOT INTERACT.

While it’d been a surprise, Kiritsugu found himself laughing as he spotted the plate. Should have expected this; Shirou always found a way to sneak things like this by him. Picking up his chopsticks, he got to work on clearing the plate.

“Aaah…~ He gets better, each time…” He muttered to himself. Looking over the note, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected Shirou to get a girlfriend, while he was here… What was he saying, about being useless with girls? 

He smirked, shifting to pull his phone out of his pocket.

[CALLING: EMIYA SHIROU…]

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“Ah...? Can’t say I know too much about her.”

Had it not been for the note, he may not have even noticed it. He wasn’t a particularly clean man throughout his life; housework was never his forte. A pristine note among a sea of dull colors; just the thing to catch his eye.

“Eh-- Illya! Hold on, it’s--!”

And, she was gone. A familiar anxiety sunk into the man’s chest as he watched he vanish into the crowds. He’d have to go after her, but... What could have been so important, for her to put herself at risk for him?