[ Few things matter to him like human connection. Family. Friends. All those moments he missed with his siblings. The years away from his mother. Friends he was too damaged to make when he was younger. Now that he's forged his own path forward he no longer feels guilty for wanting such things. A shared bowl of noodles with his brother. A birthday celebration with his friends. Holding onto someone you care for. An offer of reassurance before facing what's to come.
They're in the eye of the storm and peace is quickly fading.
He stands with Allen, Kizu at his side. The snow leopard keeps close to him. I hear it. Shouto lets his fingers run through her fur, finding comfort the small connection. So do I... It's coming.
The ground beneath them shakes and the snowbanks erupt with gunfire, spewing white powder in every direction. A rotting corpse emerges from the rubble, wrapped in chains that lead back to the Akuma.
His fingers tighten on Kizu, her presence grounding him. Spared the knowledge of what he's seeing, Shouto looks on with only an inkling of what's happening. Ignorance keeps him from fully realizing the true horror of what stands before him.
It speaks and Kizu moves closer to him, her great bulk pressed against his leg, offering warmth and comfort in the cold. The sight is far more disturbing than the Akuma, stoking pity.
It's a distraction. Kizu warns and Shouto nods, aware. The raspy sound grows louder, grimmer. The shouts mean little to him without understanding its origins, having witnessed a more horrible sight in the alley, he remains unmoved. ]
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They're in the eye of the storm and peace is quickly fading.
He stands with Allen, Kizu at his side. The snow leopard keeps close to him. I hear it. Shouto lets his fingers run through her fur, finding comfort the small connection. So do I... It's coming.
The ground beneath them shakes and the snowbanks erupt with gunfire, spewing white powder in every direction. A rotting corpse emerges from the rubble, wrapped in chains that lead back to the Akuma.
His fingers tighten on Kizu, her presence grounding him. Spared the knowledge of what he's seeing, Shouto looks on with only an inkling of what's happening. Ignorance keeps him from fully realizing the true horror of what stands before him.
It speaks and Kizu moves closer to him, her great bulk pressed against his leg, offering warmth and comfort in the cold. The sight is far more disturbing than the Akuma, stoking pity.
It's a distraction. Kizu warns and Shouto nods, aware. The raspy sound grows louder, grimmer. The shouts mean little to him without understanding its origins, having witnessed a more horrible sight in the alley, he remains unmoved. ]