This is so stupid. Why am I doing this?

A glance to his right - dark hair and thick lashes and soft skin and

- Kojou sighs.

That's why.

"Senpai? What's wrong?" Yukina asks, looking up at him with those honeycomb eyes of hers, tightening her grip on the strap of the guitar case.

"N-Nothing, Himeragi." Kojou replies, focusing on something to his left - anything but her. She - she makes him…

Well, she makes him something, so that counts. Probably.

Hopefully.

"Y-You didn't have to come with me, Senpai. I can take care of myself." Yukina says, and Kojou pictures her tucking a strand of that ink hair behind her ear, looking adorable and

- and damn it, he shouldn't be thinking about how cute his potential-killer is!

Come to think of it, he shouldn't even be here. Helping her shop for stuff for her home, which is right next to his. It's - it's wrong, ironic, it's something, and he should definitely not be picking out curtains and bedsheets with a girl he's just met.

A girl who will probably dirty her hands with his blood.

A girl who is very very close to him - so close he can hear her heartbeat through her thin white shirt.

"Senpai?" She asks again, and Kojou sighs - turning back to face her, ready to apologize for accompanying her and that it was a bad idea and that he should never have even offered and -

"'S'okay, Himeragi."

No, that wasn't what he was supposed to say! Idiot!

"I don't have anything better to do anyways."

Lies. Lies lies lies. There are a million things you could be doing - should be doing - instead of this.

"Besides,"

Besides what? Kojou - don't, don't -

"This is nice."

Damn it. You are such an idiot. Who thinks walking with their killer is nice?

Kojou ignores his blush (why are you blushing anyways?) and spares a glance at Yukina, with her short skirt and her pale skin and soft hair and bright eyes and -

- who's smiling?

"Mmm. It is." She says, and she's smiling and her voice is gentle and her hands are playing with the edges of her skirt and -

- ah damn, Kojou thinks, hidings his curled fists in the pockets of his jacket, this officially sucks.


i swear i write for fandoms that aren't strike the blood okay it's just these two are so easy to write omg