Akayuki sat quietly in a corner as she watched drunk teenagers laugh and dance in their costumes without a care in the world. Sipping her drink passively, aka’s black wings flutters freely causing her bells to chime with each movement before the soft flutter of her pet crow landed timidly lap cawing at her. Feeling a slight tingling sensation upon her wings before letting out a soft hiss as someone plucked a feather off her wings.
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t pluck my feathers, unlike most costumes here- these wings are real.”











