✿ ― @aneerietale
mikazuki finds himself stopping and staring at the green haired stranger who happens to be strolling nearby. a strange sense of comraderie, familiarity passes through him and, although it’s extremely rude, he continues watching the caped man.
ah.
he makes his decision. he decides to stop staring. he walks towards the stranger instead.
as usual, there is a smile on his face. a smile that refuses to disappear despite how crazy things are, despite how foreign everything is. when he’s close, he bows (he would have felt terrible if he didn’t) and says, in a cheerful greeting, “good evening, my name is mikazuki munechika. nice to meet you.” he speaks politely, almost too politely some friends might say (if he had any friends).
“ahahaha,” he lets out a soft laugh right after, one arm shielding immediately his face as he does. his smile widens as he looks into the man’s multicolored eyes. “i’m sorry, i find you familiar,” he explains, his guard and formality relaxing slightly, “even though I’m certain we’ve never met.”
he stops speaking momentarily. his head tilts slightly. his hand touches his chin delicately. “mm…”
“who are you, stranger?”
