𝐌𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈. (S-H)

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ Whether his mistrust was warranted or not, was an entirely different story. What was true however, was his friendship with the brunette. Finally, the hostile stranger gave an answer and simmered down. Sheesh. — ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ “Who are you—“. He countered with an annoyed expression, “— her dad? Is she not allowed to have friends?” He’ll have to ask Tohru-chan if this guy is a problem to her later. . . Who is this guy, to talk to a servant — ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ He side eyed the shrine spirits as Tomoe listed off everything in one breath. It was definitely busier than Lady Yonomori’s small shrine. Yet, this wasn’t exactly a huge shrine either. The big gods had huge shrines. — ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

Mizuki was having a very relaxed day, the fall day. He was inside watching tv, about to pour a cup of sake when he heard something. “Has someone come to pray?” He’d ask himself, before Onikiri and Koketsu come running over. —

Slowly allowing himself to freeze in the memories of the past was not an often thing. Perhaps it’s just because it felt lonely lately. Feeling like that was more a Mizuki thing, then a Tomoe thing. He wouldn’t allow him to say else about it. He wouldn’t risk him —

// Okay Angel, you’re next 🫵🏼