❯ Our lives are meaningless, therefore we can do anything we want. ❮
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"Are you going to stand there all day, jujutsu sorcerer?"
You froze, unnerved by his melodic voice which echoed in the silence of the sewer tunnel.
"How'd you know it was me?" You spoke quietly, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you appeared from the shadows into his peripheral vision.
The lakeshore-blue haired male seemed to shrug, lying in his hammock with one of his arms folded beneath his head while the other was holding a book. "It's not hard to guess."
He turned to look at you with a faint smile on his face, there was no way he could've seen you in the dark. "I know the sound of your footsteps."
Ignoring his statement, you sat down on the ground a few feet away from him and leaned against the wall. "How have you been?"
"I can't complain, now that you're here."
You bit your lower lip at that, avoiding his gaze and staring ahead at the wall in front of you. "Can I ask you something?" You spoke hesitantly, but taking his silence as an answer, you pondered on the question before finally saying it.
You'd been wanting to ask him about it ever since you met, "The things they say about you.. about what you've done to that boy, are they true?"
Mahito snickered, causing your to look up at him from your sitting position. "Guilty as charged."
"Why?" You asked, eyes wide in disbelief, yet deep down you knew that this shouldn't have surprised you. He was quiet, the smile still on his face, he was always so quiet, barely telling you anything. It was almost transparent that there was another side to him.
"Why?" You repeated, your voice firmer than before.
"You don't need to know my reason for anything." He said almost too calmly.
Yet you shook your head, pushing the subject. "What were you hoping to achieve?"
He simply yawned before childishly remarking; "Boring!" Then again, he wasn't around for long, making him have a child-like mentality. You were foolishly hoping for him to change one day. "Come back once you quit being such a bore and have actual interesting matters to talk about, my beloved grade 1."
This caused you to glare up at him, questioning yourself why you were here to begin with. He was insufferable at times.
"You know," You started, "You told me that you were born from humans' hatred for each other, and that often makes me wonder if you're even capable of love.."
"Perhaps." His taunting tone only made your emotions flare up, and immediately a bitter chuckle met your ears. "What is love to you?" He asked, straightening himself up from his lying position and setting his book aside.
You say nothing and continue to burn him with your stare. You couldn't tell if this was one of his little games or if he was serious, because the way he talked right now, made every word he said to you in the past, seem like a lie.
His smile widened as he looked down at you, eyes filled with amusement. "Well?" He breathed, "I'm waiting."
"Love is," You muttered, trying to find the right words while diverting your gaze from his. Sometimes it was easier to avoid his gaze than to look him in the eyes. "Caring for someone else's well-being more than your own, and when the one you love is hurt, you feel as if that pain has been inflicted on you as well." Now you looked back at him again. "At the moment it really comes down to it, it's being ready to die for the one you love."
