#incorite

I guess it was a fun little toy I won at the festival. The three colorful spheres were weighted, and the goal was to toss them into the air continuously so that one wouldn’t touch the ground. I’d won two packs, but if I couldn’t juggle one, what was the point?

The first attempt... didn’t go so well, and the red ball fell.

[”Ihihi! You suck at this.”] “Quiet, Add...”

Another try, and I only got a little farther before all three of them fell...

[”You can swing me around, right? Maybe think of it like that.”]

Oh, he had a point! So picturing them like Add, I tossed the three into the air again... And I wasn’t sure if it was out of pent-up frustration at my little friend or because I threw too hard, but one of the spheres went wayward and bonked someone right on the head.

“...S-sorry, sir.” [”Hey, what was that supposed to mean?! Don’t picture me when you throw it that far!”]

Boobieserker will be reserved for you!

“So what, it was one of the other two who decided our living room had to become a temporary greenhouse? Do you expect me to believe that?! The flowers need to go outside!”

No sweat! Dropped!

Reserved!

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.

“Heeey, Caster~”

Uh oh. It’s that tone. A big arm is placed around the man’s shoulder...