#tasuiso

kazuha gives a smile that's wistful, almost sad. there was once a time that his heart ached for home. it still does sometimes, but he's become settled in the life he's built. ' that's a nice thought. ' it's not meant to be dismissive. he's being genuine that it is a nice thought, though the idea sits with him like something that isn't realistic anymore.

he knows ayato means well; he's always looked out for him and tried to help. he'll always be grateful and indebted to ayato for everything he's done for him.

' my home looks different now. inazuma might be my place of birth, but my home now is the crux. it's wherever i lay my head at night. it's wherever the wind blows me. ' it might sound like a lonely life, always moving and never stopping, but it's a life kazuha chose for himself, for the first time in his life. and he's found happiness in the act of being unsettled.

' it's nice that i can now return to inazuma without looking over my shoulder and worrying about arrest, ' he does admit, ' but you don't need to worry about me. i'm happy. and i don't expect you to take responsibility for me. you can release yourself of that burden. that's what would make me happiest. '

god laughs at man, and thunder rumbles in time with her giggles. ei is amused by the child's words, the proud way the child informs her of the foiled plots of a well-meaning mother.

“ you seem very cheerful about such a thing. but you musn't give your mother too much of a headache, though. ”

“ good afternoon ! ” tohma announces his presence first- then knocks, bringing in a tray with lunch alongside the housekeepers sunny disposition. “ it’s about lunch time- so i wanted to make sure you ate something well rounded today- and that you haven’t totally been subsumed by paperwork. ”

he's a ten, but... || accepting

he  has  seen  his  fair  share  of  blood,    most  often  his  own,    but  there’s  something  about  it  that  still  makes  his  stomach  roil  every  time.    bright  and  vivid,    a  violent  splash  of  color  that  drips  in  steady  stream  to  the  floor,    and  even  then,    even  now,    they  are  still  baring  their  teeth  at  each  other.

“    oh,    be  quiet.    “

he  likes  to  think  his  bedside  manner  is  well-practiced.    he  has  tended  all  manner  of  scrapes  and  injuries,    most  often  lumine’s    (    a  dim  light  through  a  window;    his  sister’s  laugh  soft  and  mocking;    i  don’t  have  to  listen  to  you,    you  aren’t  a  medic    ).    he  bites  down  on  the  memory  like  it’s  something  grisly  and  gruesome,    and  reaches  for  the  commissioner.    tucks  an  arm  beneath  her’s  in  support.    this  is  the  closest  they’ve  been,    in  more  ways  than  one.    when  it  is  not  their  bodies  keeping  distance,    it’s  their  words.

and  now,    they  scarcely  have  even  that.    worry  curls  tight  and  hot  in  his  chest  like  a  brand.

@tasuiso​  sent:     would you still love me if i turned into a worm

Saying  yes  would  be  the  easy  way  out,  the  correct  response  to  such  a  confounding  query,  but  as  rational  as  he  could  be  at  times,  it  appears  that  he  too  was  feeling  the  very  same  exhaustion  Ayato  was  suffering  from.