#bojoukken

He couldn’t run anymore. He was losing too much blood. He needed some way to regenerate and soon. For the moment, he was just slumped against a building in an alleyway, clutching at the hole in his stomach and trying his damndest not to pass out. 

He had no one to blame but himself for this, he realized. Dalet... was such an innocent golem when he was possessed. Couldn’t hurt a fly, but blood magic... just being there to witness the crimes Damian had commit... it warped him, didn’t it? Not to mention... the bioweapon on that world-...

Dalet had turned rotten. There was no denying that. 

He closed his eyes... only opening them when he heard someone approach. And just barely being able to do that. “Wha...” Maybe it was someone he could drain, just to get a little bit of his strength back...

But his eyes snapped open when he noticed it was Rima.

He couldn’t do that to someone he knew. 

What was the first thing he said when he saw her, though? 

{But Rima is on your side with the Iona thing...}

It feels like Haruto had become something of a free clinic for Masako and her little friends these days. He quit medical school for a reason, right? 

Well, at least his studies weren’t going to waste this way. Besides, it’s not like he especially minded. A few bumps and bruises are just a part of youth, right? He wished his parents had been a little more lenient about things like that, so he wasn’t going to stifle Masako the same way. She was nearly an adult now, after all.

❝ It doesn’t seem like anything’s broken, so that’s good. Looks like you sprained your ankle though, so don’t push yourself. It’ll take awhile to fully heal. I’d still recommend visiting a doctor, but you should be alright, Miss Mato. ❞

“Nothing to see here. The situation has been taken care of...” Whenever a crowd of spectators gathered, he dreaded sending them away. But it was for the best and he knew Fat Gum would want him to stand his ground. Easier said than done. He looks at a young woman who was still lingering.

ren remembers what takemi had done the day after the twentieth of november. though it is hazy at best he applies logic to help the wounded stranger with cleaning up the wounds she has collected. it would seem to take a while; nothing on this level could be done as quick as he’d have loved to.

Drake yawned, shaking his head as the girl came to the door. They weren’t open? What kind of house isn’t open at certain hours? “...Wha...?” Drake tiredly mumbled out, before taking a step back to look up at...the sign indicating this was a flower shop. “Oh. This is what I get for skipping my cafe visit.” He grumbled out, looking at what seemed to be a clerk.

Now, Rima-senpai had been really, really, really hard to figure out what to make! She was rich, so she could just… buy origami, right? So she had to make something special!

Merry Christmas, Rima-senpai!

That’s what the note read, as Rima opened her gift, and there it was!

A dozen little bats made out of yen notes, just like the bat she liked to use!