#seven.a singularity

“Nemu...” It’s been on his tongue for days, this question. He hears it over and over in his worried head, and yet for it to be spoken seems nigh impossible. For him to dare ask, to dare beg...she needs not the burden of his adoration upon her other baggage. She needs not be put out by his clingy nature. “Are you...what do you consider me?”

“Karin-fuckin’-chaaan~” He held up the sake bottle and shook it a bit. “You thought you’d pass your kidou final without a mandatory celebration?”

“You’re detoxing. From all the candy. Eat up.”

“I remember more about being operated on, to be honest.”

It would be best for her training to leave her guessing, wondering when finally he might make that first strike. But he’d let her get a few good hits in, maybe. Let her. Maybe that was the wrong word. She could cut him, he knew. She’d done it before. But it was just a matter of defense until he decided to weigh her down.

“Do you have friends in your classes?” he asked, knowing she spent much of her time mingling with those much higher in rank than a mere student, excelling though she was. He enjoyed her company, and so did Momo...but her experience in the academy was seeming far from normal, despite how much Karin claimed to want to be average. Damn her brother. Anything but average, it ran in Karin’s blood. 

“I would question your involvement...but clearly stranger things have happened than us gaining your support.” Izuru indicates the large hole in his chest, the decrepit nature of his blackened limb.