Cobwebs Of Poetry | Korekiyo x Kirumi ]

おやすみ.

Her presence are indeed quite remarkable as for everyone's thoughts, meaningless ambition from one's goal out of the Ultimate Anthropologist perspective.
As she took everyone in as herself were, full of hope that are vast and wide. Her talent was as everyone's needs for. So pathetic yet aimlessly involved to sacrifice her deeds.
In discreet I despise her ways, aimless at a goal but yet determined to succeed. If one's ambition has descendant from their vast value of themselves its a simple waste, indeed.
Hardly enough she greeted everyone with warm comforts, though she is fourth.

As she was named Kirumi Tojo, the Ultimate Maid. A servant capable of anyone's harm or needs. Her tailored uniformed seemingly presented cobwebs, with gloves one's hand couldn't tame. Fragile and delicate she was, despite her ways the webs she had made fell deeper into my aid.
Though the strings were aching, fresh bruises bloom like lavenders but as wild as wisterias had tainted my skin. I should hesitate, could I not? But her presence wasn't like any other lilies.
As any other petals, Kaede Akamatsu was a perfect candidate. Her presence were unique, surely my dearest would have loved the garden I gave. Almost close to a hundred petals were sent, differently unique with warm personalities.
Yet I fear to send a petal named Kirumi Tojo, it was delicate and withered. The petal of her was dull and brittle, but it was gentle. A soft gentle petal, even the thorns were paired but soon gave in. Placed upon my palms delicately and as historical no other.

As the sun sets and the skies fall, the cold atmosphere hollowed the hallways of the academy. After failed attempts with everyone escaping, it is yet to rest. Everyone had assigned rooms, the dorms were dark yet clear to see. Everyone had settled in their space. Only had left was her.

"Good night, Korekiyo.."

Stately stood beside each other facing away, I could not tolerate her presence.

She steadily walks away, avoided any hesitant questions she had.

"Good night, Kirumi Tojo."

Surprising as it sounds, I shouldn't be rude. But why did I hesitate?

Oyasumi.

Author's note,

its quite a hassle to understand but the point of it is to be the reader's interpretation of the story. So don't worry about not understanding much, because it's meant to be in anyone's different perspective of the story.

Its still the first chapter so hopefully this short chapter didnt seem bored