#corruptedxclever

🐺– Thankfully, the bell rang. Phew. After almost 2 hours of showing the new class around, they finally went to their classroom, leaving the two wolfmen alone. Surely it was satisfactory to see their effort was helping others ( in fact, the new generation of Hope’s Peak students ), but the physical exhaustion that came with it was undeniable. Not to mention Hinata was technically in charge of his ‘brother’ too, as he was still quite introverted and didn’t get on that well in new places. Hopefully that’d change soon, but for now, they were resting in a bench under the shade. 

At some point, though, Nagito showed up. Half of his pack, including him, had volunteered to help Makoto’s students get around and also take care of the facilities, so the sight wasn’t all that surprising, although it was nice.

‘‘Hey there, Nagito. How was your day so far?’‘

“Hm? Is everything alright Nagito?” 

The young angel stated quietly in a slightly concerned tone, she was used to giving nagito plenty of affection in the past and while he did help her from time to time, he was never one to initiate a more intimate gesture like hugs. She was usually the one who did that stuff and while the hug was more than welcome in Lucy’s book, she couldn’t help but feel as if something was wrong or something was bothering the lucky student for not only was he was the one who hugged first but he clung onto her tight. Was he afraid if he let go, she would disappear, never to be seen again? She wasn’t sure. So she decided to ask him if he was alright and offer him comfort in the meantime till she knew the reason for a sudden but sweet action like this.

The red sky is clear. The suns are bright and not too hot for the time that is just behind Spring time of 2045. Things are good in Atlas, Remnant, even for some disgruntled people exiting from an gothic themed coffee cafe, because of the chilly air and other reasons that is to themselves.

But, their fear spiked up when they saw walk by an 7′5″ person, wearing an gray button up tench coat, black jeans fit for him, and some Air Jordan 1s, fit for his shoe size, with his head above the windows of the cafe.

One look at his head just got the men silently dashing away from him, like they got propellers up their bums. The man did noticed this action and after a second of standing, harmlessly brushes it off and open the front door into the building, where the bell above it rang, and ducking down a bit over the 7 foot tall door.

🐺– While strolling around, Izuru relaxed his demeanour a little, a sigh escaping his lungs as the sun set under the skyline. It was a melancholic sight for him, as it meant that he wouldn’t see her today. The sky was usually so disgustingly dark and polluted, being greeted with a clear sky and a sunny day was a blessing, not only for the difference in warmth and air, but also because it was more likely she’d make an appearance.

Feeling the pat he momentarily looked up to Servant, but stopped on his tracks for a second, ceasing his walking on fours to sit down and look to the horizon. Only briefly though; he simply wanted to say goodbye to the Sun.

Send “🔓” to free my muse from a cage.

🐺– Great. Just... great. After walking around for some time, he had to go ahead and fall into a trap. Before he could even notice, his heel got trapped in some chains and an immense cage emerged from the floor as a trap, locking him in. He panicked at first, headbutting the bars to try and take them down, but they were too strong. 

Exhausted, he simply lay down on the ground before someone emerged from the shadows. It was Servant, who instead of leaving him there to rot (like he would assume the rest of his ‘group’ would do), he actually unlocked the cage and fred him. He stepped out and immediately growled and barked at the cage angrily. Sure, it hadn’t been a mine bomb, but still-- 

🐺– Sitting by the hearth in the living room, the Beast was simply staring at nowhere in particular, indulging himself in listening the cackling fire and the snowstorm outside. A few days ago, the 10th anniversary of the spell he was cast had taken place, deeming him almost hopeless and a tad melancholic. People rarely came across his palace, and when they did, they were either evil-hearted or simply intruders. Of course, the sentient objects that practically lived with him had other ideas, aware of their master’s distress and simply seeking to find some warm company by welcoming lost people into the castle. 

Ears rose upon hearing the main hall door being pushed open, a small teacup bouncing his way to him while swirling energically as a way of telling him someone had come in. Giving a great sigh, Izuru stood up from his armchair and crawled out of the room, heading to the stairs just to see the individual who had entered. Hiding himself among shadows as to not be seen, he stared down at the man whose social status he couldn’t really tell in the darkness, as noises came from the kitchen, as if already preparing some warm dinner for the ‘guest’. One could say his taciturn servants had more heart than he did ...

As he watched him walk into the dining room, the Beast slowly went downstairs as silently as possible, lurking in the shadows to remain undetected. He simply wanted to make sure this one held no evil intentions or sought to steal anything from him.

🐺– ‘’…Awrf?! 

“Hey Nagito...Do you think it’s possible for people to change...even after they hurt you or someone you care about?”