[ HE DOESN'T NEED TO RELIVE THIS TRAUMA (or does he)
Fushimi's slowness is to Mikazuki's advantage. The force behind Mikazuki's grip and pull startles the boy in confusion, and the tug on his arm is strangely familiar, much like the times his mother or his ward would pull the younger him back onto the sidewalk right before the traffic lights turned red. He remembers the cars speeding past a second after—the loud whirring of their engines, the blur of colors, the blasts of wind, the terrifying force behind them.
This moment's just like that. In the darkness, large eyes open with a sinister glow. A multitude of sharp fangs shine in the moonlight. The shadow makes itself known. ]
Shit...
[ Maybe he's dreaming. Maybe this isn't real and he'll wake up tomorrow and they'll both be at work as if nothing happened because they can't die. Not here, not now, not when Iyo can't make it through another heartbreak without bawling her eyes out. It's a ghost, it's a trick, he's convinced it's just the stories messing with his head, but the monstrosity looks so real that Fushimi, who had been so certain he could do anything and protect anyone—
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Fushimi's slowness is to Mikazuki's advantage. The force behind Mikazuki's grip and pull startles the boy in confusion, and the tug on his arm is strangely familiar, much like the times his mother or his ward would pull the younger him back onto the sidewalk right before the traffic lights turned red. He remembers the cars speeding past a second after—the loud whirring of their engines, the blur of colors, the blasts of wind, the terrifying force behind them.
This moment's just like that. In the darkness, large eyes open with a sinister glow. A multitude of sharp fangs shine in the moonlight. The shadow makes itself known. ]
Shit...
[ Maybe he's dreaming. Maybe this isn't real and he'll wake up tomorrow and they'll both be at work as if nothing happened because they can't die. Not here, not now, not when Iyo can't make it through another heartbreak without bawling her eyes out. It's a ghost, it's a trick, he's convinced it's just the stories messing with his head, but the monstrosity looks so real that Fushimi, who had been so certain he could do anything and protect anyone—
Takes a step back. ]