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
