T. B. O. S. [ꜱ. ɢɪɴᴛᴏᴋɪ x ʏᴏᴜ]

4 - will

"The moon looks beautiful tonight."

You stood on the engawa- the veranda, gazing onto the shining round shape in the dark black sky, a melancholic came gash over your mind.

A silence replied to your thoughts. Not sure if you're just imagining things or the white perm sitting on the engawa startled. His breath hitch as you finished blurted your words. You tilt your head towards him, a frown shaping on your temple.

Just like he's reading your surmise, he cut it first, lowered his head to the ground that was full of snow.

"It... seems so."

The demon doesn't turn to your side, so you decide to let it off. You took a seat, not far from him, fixing your worn out dark grey haori while your orbs still drawn onto the full moon.

"Once, my grandma loved to sit here and stare at it like it was her longing beloved from another life. She looks so pleased every time she does that. The way she gazes... like a highschool girl looking at her crush. And that was the time she looked so peaceful... before...."

Gripping your front haori, covering your body, your eyes welled up. You took a deep breath before you muttered, biting your lower lips. "...she's... gone."

Both your thumbs and index fingers pinched your lower part of ears. "Gosh, what with these sweats from my eyes? I don't even work out or run."

You heard him mumble silly woman, refer to you, but you choose to ignore it.

"It's okay to shed your sweat, not like you pay the taxes for it." Palming his chin on his knee, he responded in monotone. His face is yet an inch on you.

A thin lips appeared on your face, facing on the ground, you chuckled a bit with his sarcasm.

"And that locket of yours..." You glance to your side, still pinching your ears, you wait for his thoughts.

"It looks nice on you."

You crack an awkward smile. The tears that almost broke from the pool, become steam in a millisecond. You felt a warm, flush crept up on your face. Swiftly, you face away with eyes widened. Unconsciously clutched your silver blue orbs locket.

Did I just hear it right? Did he just praise me?

"...thank you, I guess? Well.... Short story, it's my past generation's heritage. It's from my grandma's grandma's sister or something like that. And I'm the only one who still here so it's my responsibility to keep in."