#yanteru

So here they were. Hayato had no idea the other second year student really didn’t want to be with him, and he honestly thought he was doing a good thing by inviting him to spend some time together, since the boy looked lonely.

He pat the table a second time— believing the boy had forgotten about the invitation as they spoke. “Won’t you sit down, with me?” He asked, not meaning to be insistent at all.

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I’m not quite sure... I def have the tendency to usually give my muses a soft spot no matter what... uhm.. yeah, idk.

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But there is one thing that never fails to cheer her up. Boys. The prettier the better, and the one in front of her seemed just like the perfect score, as far as she was concerned. Yes, it’s indeed just the type she likes from the looks of it.

And so she finds herself walking closer with the standard charming smile, a small sway to her hips and eyes on the prize. It’s a familiar game.

“Sorry, is this seat taken?” That’s a normal enough question during the lunch period, and a good way to assure closeness if he agreed. A fool-proof plan.

Yes, indeed. He is an angel of death, after all. A weapon that would bring down the judgement of those above him with the blade of the knife or the bullet of a gun. And it just so happens that someone deemed it fitting to eliminate a certain business taking place in the school he was currently attending.

Of course, this job asked for subtlety, and that precisely was why he was here now, approaching what would be his target with his usual empty expression.

“Dereko, sorry to bother you right now, but the teachers asked me to hand these out to everyone.” Of course, there he was with his teachers’ pet front as he holds out a single sheet of paper with an empty form.

“We were planning a festivity for the holiday season due to numerous requests, so the teachers wanted to let everyone make a suggestion or two, cue the form. If you have any questions, I’ll be here to help you out.”

It seems the gesture is genuine and harmless enough but.. Only time will tell.

He fake pouted before planting himself next to his sister, looking over her shoulder to see what she’s been reading. “No.. the grave is my room.. don’t tell me you didn’t notice me not leaving it for a week..” he tried his best ‘I’m hurt’ voice. Summer vacation always messed with Yanteru’s track of time, it really wasn’t too uncommon that he locked himself in his room for days on end.

❥ Feeling her brother’s eyes over her shoulder, she pushed her edition of Deadman Wonderland closer to him- showing the gruesome display of the slaughtered class in the story. It probably wouldn’t affect him any more than it did her. 

“No. I didn’t.” she responded, her attention diverted towards him completely at this point. Though the feeling of true concern wasn’t one she could feel, she was made slightly uncomfortable by the dark bags under his eyes. Her hand reached to cup under his chin without any shame or hesitation to get a closer look as she continued to speak to him.

“I haven’t left my own room much. It’s troublesome to pretend during vacation. I’m sure you agree.” 

If she had known, she’d at least have checked if he was still breathing every morning. But she had been too busy pretending to be asleep until Ryoba would come get her. She hadn’t lately.

She pulled her hand away once she was satisfied that her sibling's condition wasn’t terminal. 

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It was probably a bit silly to be this excited about seasonal help, but Rias couldn’t help herself. Today was special. It was her first day training someone entirely on her own without any help, and she was alonebin charge of the shop.

She could almost smell that assistant manager position.

Everything was all set up and ready: brand new pressed apron, a blank name badge and a selection of paint markers, and the stack of paperwork about the new hire. Since it wasn’t a delivery day she even had Queenie, the large husky chow mix laying down behind the counter with her heavy head on Rias’s feet.

In five more minutes Yanteru Dereko would arrive for his first shift at the flower shop, and Rias was vibrating with excitement.