#forcedsight

     AT FIRST HE WONDERS HOW SHE CAME TO KNOW OF THAT NAME but then again he could have very well dropped it once or twice without REALIZATION.  It was one of few things in his life that meant something to him; for such a small word it held so much meaning— how was he to even begin to tell Miyuki about her ?  One things for certain he wasn’t about to tell of her DEATH or how he was the one responsible for it.. . ( He didn’t want for Her to think of him as a MONSTER as everyone else did. ) BUT She was so much more than the girl who DIED… She was his BEST FRIEND , the one who help him keep his SAINTY in that small shitty place he called home…. She was why he still LIVES; His motivation if you will. 

 Infact Miyuki reminded him a lot of Freya…Even their bond had become similar.She was the only person he trusted who was still above ground.   He bows his head; to look into his eyes RIGHT NOW would tell her more than words ever could. 

   you have a Type   

      “  I was told to deliver these to you!  ”

     HER LIPS WERE A MATCH SPARKING A FOREIGN SENSATION THAT BURNS WITHIN HIS CHEST & a fire to match upon his cheeks. A single hand rises to rest a palm where pulpy lips once lingered. He struggles to FIGHT back the SMILE that’s threatening to take over his demeanor. With A twitch of his left ear, he huffs. He stopped questioning the reasoning behind her actions a good amount of time ago now……….& He’s trying not to find one for this one yet he finds his mind still WONDERING.Oh how heHATED the mind.

   Index fingers tapped together sheepishly, eyes averted before clearing his throat a little. How embarrassing !!  Despite the face he was making - one of frustration, no less - and his previous stuttering, Enmei forced his words out. "I-I'm TRYING to say I need... to borrow your books for class. My trip home was... um... I fell asleep on the bus, my books are... probably somewhere in Yokohama right now."

poetry. / @forcedsight

her words mean something to her. she knows that. in that sentence, put together like that, she knows they do. but hell, if words still don’t sting sometimes. freak. weird. it doesn’t hurt like it used to - but sometimes, it’s hard not to remember the times.

     "That was good work."

      Praise where praise belonged, and she definitely deserved it. He had formed his reputation not only in the underground society (in the past, mostly) but nowadays at the school he worked at first and foremost; there was no time and no good in mild handling of a situation that would be better off treated with some more brutality, and on the other side it was inappropriate to keep observations of great progress in a student's abilities to oneself.