* ENGORGE.

"I simply left the profession. Theres more to Shinigami that people don't know.. negative emotions creates these cursed spirits. Let's just say. Certain conditions create Shinigami." He said simply as he took a bottle and sprayed himself with it. A nice smelling perfume that elevated the sent of rotting blood that flowed..or remained stationary in his veins. Swiping his blood free with a handkerchief he discarded it as he drew closer. Putting his roabs around his weist as to prevent the debt from appearing again.

It took all of his willpower to keep himself from retreating when the shinigami approached him. “No need to apologize,” He said quietly, breathing easier now that the scent had been masked by the floral perfume. Something else the man said was looping in his thoughts. Certain conditions created shinigami? Would it be too forward to ask what those conditions were? His eyes followed the hand that came to rest against his shoulder.

"Why would I be disappointed?"

@uzumakiuser

[comments scribbled on the drawings: 'Bxtch get out of my man' 'I can't eat here anymore thx - KFC' 'I miss you.. do you ever think about me?' 'HATE' 'our initials are the same!!!' 'I love his giant pants. What secrets does he hide in there??' 'ur eyes r so pretty' 'remember to give him spicy food to help with the taste' 'his curses are cool'] Satoru looks unhappy with what he has done, but he does not have the artistic ability to do so. He worked on this for hours. Hours.

...a twitch. must have been.

she switched her focus back to his words, the ease of his laugh, the amusing memory. he scrutinized his food, but he didn't hesitate to share it. he forgave and forgave and the depth of his understanding seemed as endless as the ocean itself. suguru was a lighthouse, steadfast and strong. how could anyone hope to avoid the pull of his light?

how could she?

her mother clocked the little crush the first time she'd mentioned him, silent but grinning in a knowing way. in the months that she'd been at the tokyo campus, she had long accepted the fact that her feelings were and would remain unrequited. it was enough to be his friend, to see him work, to share his gravity for a little while.

"well, not all of us can be you."

perfect even in his imperfections, though they were few and far between—high praise from the daughter of a clan failure. tsubame continued speaking without thought, led him to the curb to sit down with the very hand she'd wished he'd held.

He rubbed the back of his neck, tilting his head back to look anywhere but her as he fought the faint heat that crept up the back of his neck and manifested in a slight pink tinge coloring the upper curve of his ears. Blushing was such a rare occurrence for him that he did not think to hide his ears; he kept his hair always tied back and out of his way.

The pad of his thumb brushed across her knuckles lightly. “You don’t want to be me.” He demurred, voice low and awkward.

“Don’t you dare. It’s not often I get the opportunity to see something that I know will be cute.” A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, one that quickly fell as the reality of what she was saying crashed down on him. She was from an established clan, and he was the spawn of nobodies from the country. “Do you think they’ll….” Would it come across as insecure if he voiced his concern that they might take one look at him and find him lacking? Would they notice the wear of his uniform? The places where he carefully stitched popped seams?

mei  mei  isn't  stupid  .  if  anything  ,  she's  observant  –  too  observant  &  she  knows  there's  a  difference  coming  from  suguru  .  he's  tired  ,  there's  bags  under  his  eyes  :  he  looks  dead  ,  if  anything  .  yet  ,  no  one's  saying  anything  ,  which  concerns  her  more  than  anything  ,  considering  they  were  all  supposed  to  be  friends  ,  right  ?  friends  who  update  each  other  on  one  another  .  .  friends  who  keep  in  contact  when  one  of  them  is  down  &  out  ,  however  ,  it  didn't  seem  that  way  .  which  raises  concern  for  her  when  she's  looking  at  her  raven  haired  friend  ,  wanting  to  extend  her  hand  out  . 

The words came slowly as if they were wading through molasses, as if they were stuck to his teeth like sickly sweet candy. He dragged his fingers through his limp, too long hair, shoving it back from his face. It seemed to him that most of the people around him were disappearing lately, not just Mei Mei. They all said they cared, but where were they? Yu was dead. Nanami was gone. Gojo had all but vanished from his life after the incident with the Star Plasma Vessel. Shoko was busy with who knew what.

It has been a stressing life in Japan, and while her struggle pretty sure were different from his, she knew how stressful life can be.

She fixes the strap of her guitar case over her shoulder while turning to look at Suguru with a small surprise. The question took her off guard, and it also made her think.

Why was she being so kind towards someone she just met?

"I wouldn't be lying by saying that it's part of my upbringing. Mom always say, help those that need help and be kind to others without expecting anything in return" Viviana shrugs "Maybe god will bless you with good karma, but I'm not religious, I don't believe in these things. I'm just that way, I guess"

She hides her hands inside the pockets of her jacket, though it wasn't that cold, it has been a warm day, she has had a bad of experience because of her tattoos not too long ago, so she is mostly using her jacket to hide them. Viviana turns her head to look ahead, noticing they were close to the park.

Maybe it was the nature of gods to abandon their supplicants. What use did the all powerful have for mere ants anyway? There were other things in this wide world that were more important than his petty grievances and requests. He ought to handle himself, right? Wasn’t there some adage that spoke to the higher powers respecting those who helped themselves? Was it his own duty to dig himself out of the dark hole he had recently found himself sinking into? 

He shook this thought away and sat beside her, allowing his hips to slide slightly in the seat so that his stiff shoulders were cradled by the back of the bench. “I think your Japanese is fine. I understand you well enough.” His violet eyes finally lifted toward her. “If you take the time and effort to learn my language, then I ought to take the same time and effort to understand. Don’t you think?” A tiny smile.

Like Gojo... would've had to spend his Gojo dollars on him, right?

He probably would've had to spend more money on him because the Zenin clan had like the upperhand in the negotiations, but they were probably betting on the fact that Megumi had no cursed technique, since he was 4, and wouldn't have manifested.