#pouring every last ounce of my stinkin breath into it bc why

[chikoyama]

i can care about more than one thing at a time.

The Devil in Me Prompts | Accepting

The terrace itself spanned the entire level, its floor lined with wooden boards. Atop was a dark-tiled roof, one equally as large in size, probably to shield against the harsher weathers during Winter… or for decorative purposes — or both. If anything, pretty unremarkable for any buildings that took on the exterior of a temple.

At this time of the year, it was the season of Spring. That time when the flowers were about to unfurl their petals, to bloom. That time when the weather had become warmer too. More pleasant… and speaking of the weather, today’s had been quite agreeable, Chiyori would say.

Leaned over the railings, the young sorceress overlooked the architectural landscape of Jujutsu Tech. At the back of the horizon, the Sun was setting, distributing its remaining rays of light for the day. At the sight, a soft sigh escaped. For all its brutality, the school could be quite charming at times, she must admit.

With the wind seemingly at still, however, it was oddly quiet up here. Perhaps too quiet even — the kind of quietness that should’ve warranted a sense of foreboding in Chiyori if she hadn’t found herself located within the safe enclosures of the school. Almost like the calm before the storm.

Spending one last minute savouring the view, Chiyori allowed her eyes to drift shut, readily filling her lungs with air before fluttering her eyes open once more. Then, with her duffel bag slung over her shoulder, the sorceress turned away from the view.

Heading towards the stairs where her next mission awaited, she halted as her gaze landed on the sorcerer behind her. Calmly, Chiyori canted her head to the side, eyes quietly observing him in the same way he seemed to be observing her — when had Satoru emerged? He hadn’t been standing there for too long, had he? Nah, otherwise he’d have spoken earlier, the sorceress reasoned.

The conversation that followed was brief, their exchange terse and straight to the point. However, the unexpectedness of it was enough to cause Chiyori to appear mildly nonplussed. She’d never taken the six eyes for the caring type — not towards her at least, and not so directly.

Admittedly, his moral compass and intentions had always been slightly unclear to her. A bit of a goofball with his frivolous ways, really. Quite unfitting some would say, especially in a place where peers and sorcerers seemed to treat everything with a solemn attitude.

Whatever shifts he claimed that his six eyes had seen in her cursed energy, however... she couldn't exactly argue against it. Absorbing curses hadn’t come easily to her lately. At times it felt like she was choking, almost as if she was drowning in a sea of hands trying to pull her under.

Regardless, a wry smile stretched its way past her lips — for for all the magnificent abilities that the six eyes seemed to possess, she knew he didn’t have the one to read minds.

“Are you worried for me, Satoru?” Chiyori responded, head tilted to the side still, voice pleasant, though colored with the undercurrent of playfulness, perhaps in a subtle attempt to ease the tension. “Don’t you have enough to tend to?” Surely, there existed more urgent matters that required his attention.

Despite being proclaimed the strongest, there only existed one of him. That Chiyori was aware of, and she wasn’t selfish enough to claim the time of someone of such importance. Didn’t the strongest already have enough on his plate?