#obayozo

All he wanted was to enjoy the clean air of this sunny Monday morning. It was supposed to be a simple walk through the city with only a nice warm cup of coffee with milk (no sugar!) as his silent but delicious companion. The paper cup fit perfectly into his pale gloved (finger-less gloves, for aesthetics) hand. It was barely eight in the morning and the city had yet to wake up. Calm and peaceful, just how he liked it.

So why was his quiet morning interrupted by some lunatic questioning why he hadn’t gotten a coffee for him as well!?

Finally having a day off, Leonhard decided to stop by his favourite little café. Stepping into the establishment, he was greeted by the welcoming scent of freshly brewed coffee and various baked goods. The lighting was bright but warm, giving the sitting area a soft sunset-like glow to it, no matter the actual state of the sun outside. It was all-round comfortable.

Being a regular customer, he didn’t have to wait for one of the waitresses to come to him to take his order; they already knew what he wanted. A large cappuccino, with cocoa powder on top, and a slice of their home-made strawberry cheese cake. The food placed in front of him with a soft ‘clink’, Leonhard offered a genuine smile to the lady and thanked her, receiving a slight blush in return. It was cute, really.

Leaning back in his seat, he lifted the cup and brought it to his lips. About to take a sip, he stopped when the creaking of the chair opposite him interrupted his thoughts. 

Even in this more... human shaped form, the back of his neck bristled. The monstrous beast playing at being more than he was. But even in this shell the idiot was right, Rashomon couldn’t touch him. Not by himself at least. In the end he was still a part of Ryunosuke’s ability. 

“Maybe I can’t be the one to touch you, but that doesn’t mean you’re invincible either.”

Words framed in clenched jaw, muscles tightening in fought frustraition. Why did such an ability have to exist? And why in this retch of a man, of all people?

The demon wheeled around though, instincts firing in anger at the trailing comment. How dare he speak down to his host like that! He didn’t even recognize the tendrils that coiled and poised at his back, serpents sizing up the strike. 

Brillant, sharp cerulean orbs glistened like jewels, flickering with each second and passing thought. Chuuya softly groaned, the edge of his lip falling deep on his right side. Just like his hairstyle, short on his left, but long on his right. 

“...I don’t understand.” His frown parted for words, his tone lacking the usual pride and excitement he always seemed to carry.