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“Hm.”

Tsukishima’s blade didn’t waver from where he held it easily in front of him, poised to strike. The smile slipped from his face. Tipping slowly to the side, his head turned to bring Riruka into his line of sight, keeping his unfortunately victim in his peripheral vision. 

The man had become just another experiment of Book of the End, and Tsukishima had been watching him intently as he struggled to maintain his sanity under the weight of conflicting realities. He’d nearly reached his limits; he’d die from the strain too unless he released Book of the End’s effects.

Tsukishima raised his brows, adopting an exasperated and questioning expression.

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“Riruka, hello -”

Tsukishima opened the door and took a heartbeat to just stop, stare and evaluate the situation. He’d...never see Riruka in this kind of state. His first inclination was to scan the area for enemies - but no, he didn’t sense anything nearby, if she was attacked.

Send “chu” to surprise my muse with a kiss on the cheek!

Tsukishima watches her curiously and silently from the doorway for a moment, head tilted to the side and the barest of smile on his face.

16. My muse bites yours.  Meme here.      @ipermxt

Heated tension stormed through the room, tendrils of challenge rising from Tsukishma. His smooth movements carried him across the room with the grace of a practiced predator, and the smile of secrets that bloomed across Tsukishima’s face was only overshadowed by the gleam in his chocolate eyes. 

He backed Riruka against the wall with his quick movements, catching her wrists before she could expel him from her personal space. Gaze taking in the nuances of her expression, his lips twisted into an even deeper smirk. Several heartbeats passed, each moment a vibrating bowstring across their senses before Tsukishima stooped his head to bring his face down next to Riruka’s. Magenta strands tickled the skin of his cheek as he purred into her left ear.

“Surely you’ve heard the expression ‘playing with fire’, hmm? Don’t you know better than to push your limits with me, Riruka, dear?”

My muse has a cold and keeps coughing. Send a 🍵 to give my muse a cup of hot tea to help soothe their throat.

The warm sides of the cup heated Tsukishima’s palms where he sat in front of the fire. It was late, the sun had set a while ago, but the persistent coughing had prevented him from even attempting to head to bed yet. And of course Riruka had noticed his absence.

The building seemed unnaturally still in that moment, even to Retsu’s well-trained ears. She watched the lanky pink-haired youth that stood before her, eyes widened in surprise at the statement. Silence trickled by as the healer stared the young woman down, eyes slowly gleaming with the curious light of contemplation. Of possibilities.

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Peace.                       Finally.

Tsukishima lounged on the couch, one arm behind his head, the other holding his book up where he could read it. Riruka lay stretched out next to him, almost of top of him in the limited space. The stress of running had finally released its hold on them, the lingering effects withering away with the passing of time. They could relax, and they did.

He hummed softly to himself as they cuddled in the calm. Tsukishima enjoyed the warmth of Riruka near him, the soft crackle of a fire going across the room, the feel of paper beneath him fingers. The plot of his book held most of his attention for the first time in months.

The humming tapered off, Tsukishima’s smile slowly drifting down into a confused frown. He stared at the page of his book for several long moments. He closed the book, turning his head to let his eyes touch on the little details of the room. Something feels..off. Why did he feel like he wasn’t where he was supposed to be?

He let his arm with the book fall lightly above his head, eyes squinting up at the ceiling in thought. I..don’t have a fireplace in my living room, do I?.. There’s obviously one here...that can’t be what’s bothering me, I probably just can’t remember exactly when I had it installed. Maybe there was something I forgot to do?  Tsukishima’s brows drew together in frustrated confusion.