They were in his room. Amy was seated hovering next to him, quietly giving him small pointers for his mathematics homework. Appearantly, back when she was alive, she was in the top of her class before she was killed.

(Because she couldn't 've died any other way. Shouto can recognize bullet holes when he sees them, and there are at least nine in her chest, bandaged and hidden by her white cardigan.

It must've been painful.)

She quietly corrected his work and scribbled down some pointers in pencil, letting him figure out his work the rest of the way.

Amy is a good teacher like this, she let him figure out thing on his own, she offers quiet guidance, she listens when he speaks, and gives genuine advice. When she teaches him how to fight, how to dodge, she guides his movements and corrects his stance, she doesn't hit him but instead resolve to lighter taps, and if she really had to hit him in a spar, she'd tell him, and she'd always offer him a hand and a smile afterwards.

She is kind.

He quickly finishes his homework, and packs it away for tomorrow. It's late, and training is already over. Father is away at the moment and the house is quiet. Amy is healing the final few bruises on his arm with the glowing blue runes at her fingertips, a small smile on her face. She looks so gentle despite the large bloody wound on her face, exposing bone and muscles and tissues and black liquid, what's left of her left eye and clotting blood slouching in the empty black socket.

"I used to get hurt all the time." She says with a smile, "And Yuuki-sensei would heal me too." She put his now healed arm down, and tucks a lock of his hair behind his ear, "Sometimes you remind me of her."

Amy seldom speaks of her past and Shouto knows next to nothing about her life back when she was alive aside from little snippets. The room was quiet when Amy moves on to heal his other arm, and Shouto gradually works up the courage to speak.

"...Who were you before you died?" He asks softly, a little awkward. Amy blinks and pause, looking up at him with slight shock. "You... you don't have to answer if you don't want to." He adds.

"..." She quietly finishes up the spell on his arm and let it drop, before taking a seat by him elegantly. "What do you want to know?" She asks into the silence.

"Um..." Shouto cleared his throat, "I know that your name was Ayla, but... why do you call yourself Amythest?"

She chuckles. "I used to spell it wrong all the time." She hums, "I was great at a lot of things, but my entire life I've never been able to spell 'Amethyst' right, I always spell it out as Amythest. I kept doing it until almost a century after I died, so..." She laughs lightly, "I just kept spelling it wrong, I don't know what was wrong with me!"

"What school did you go to?" He asked, "You were in the top of your class, so which school?"

"Oh, I went to a private finishing school." She hums, "Well, the name's different now since, you know, three centuries, but right now it's known as UA."

"Wait, you went to UA?"

"Well, what it was before the whole quirk thing surfaced and it was reformed into UA." She smiles. "I wasn't the most popular kid, but I had some friends, so it's nice there."

"Oh." Shouto lays down on his futon, "And... you were a sorceress, right? And... what was your rank?"

"Oh, um" She scratches the back of her head, "I was a master at eleven and leveled up to Spector the next year."

"Wait what?" He stares at her as she chuckled bashfully, "A Spector?"

"Well, yes." She hums, "There's also this other Naturally sighted boy in my class, he's..." She tone turns very fond, "nice."

Shouto raises an eyebrow. "Your fiancé?"

She blushes. "Yeah." She replies.

Shouto looks away, "What about your family?" He asks.

"I had a little sister." She smiles, "I call her Hana-chan all the time since her name is a flower. She's athletic, smart, and has the brightest smile you'll ever see." She laughs, "She loves jokes and pranks, stuff like that, I really love her."

"And... your parents?"

"My parents are always busy." She hums, "I love them a lot, and I think they care for me too." She looks down at her hands with a small, sorrowful smile, "We were well off, and they have a company to take care of so they're seldom home. So most of the time it's just me and sis."

"Is it lonely?" He asks.

"A little." She smiles gently, and pets the top of his head, ruffling his hair. "Now go to sleep kid, before I traumatize you with all the gory details of how I died." She pokes his face and pushed him down on the futon, pulling his blanket up for him. Shouto protested for a second, but sighed and rolled over, closing his eyes.

"Good night, Amy."

"Night, Shouto." He felt her hand run through his hair before the ghostly glow in the room disappears, leaving him alone.

Amy gently stokes her student, her little brother's hair, and sighs as she uses a small spell to help him relax. Shouto's breathing eases out, and Amy smiles.

He looks so young like this. She looks out the window, the sky is obscured by clouds, and it's late. She close her eyes and feels the moon behind the clouds, moving to stand up she took light steps, her weightless body lifting into the air as she slips out the window, and floats just outside. She frowns, looks around, and sighs.

Her magic ripples through her body, as powerful as ever. And barely focusing, she flicks a finger. A whirlwind explodes at her call near the atmosphere, clearing the clouds within an instant. The stars shines in the sky, and Amy gently lands by the small stream and koi pond in the Japanese garden.

She quietly slips into a sitting position, and watches as the fishes swim. The moonlight glistens on the surface of the water, and she runs her intangible fingers through. She tries to imagine water running past her fingertips, but she's already forgotten how it feels like. It's been so long.

Too long.

She don't remember how heartbeats felt like, she don't remember the feeling of warmth. There are so many things she don't remember, but there's also so many things she wish to forget.

She want to forget the feeling on blood on her hands. She want to forget how it feels to hurt, she want to forget the sound of her friend's blood-choked voice, the voice of her fiancé crying as she told him she had to leave and Yuuki-san's revenbrating screams in her ears.

She want to forget her Hana-chan's hateful voice, and her tearful emerald eyes as she aimed the shotgun at her chest and screamed "I HATE YOU!" before she'd fired, and she want to forget the heavy feeling of the many bullets in her chest.

And there, by the side of a softly trickling stream, Amy curls in on herself and close her eyes. But then she'd remember that it's useless, because—

She can't sleep anymore.

Another Ayla chapter! Yay! Yeah... this one got kinda... dark towards the end. I mean, Poor Ayla, her sister...

If you still haven't figured it out, Ayla is one of those cursed beings I mentioned in the info dump. She was cursed to watch all her loved ones leave her (via either multiple methods of death or betrayal) when she was alive, and the one she loved most to kill her, and after she died she won't be able to become corporeal. They are called the Moon's Children— Tsukiko(s), and only one can be born in each century. this curse can only occupy one person at a time. And no one have ever successfully escaped the curse.

Fun fact: Ayla was the 13th Tsukiko, the one of the 21st century.