"Behind Her Ear, Is a Purple Rose."

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by Omega368

by Omega368

"Would you like to know what your guardian spirit looks like?"

Toritsuka leaned forward towards Y/n. He spoke again and it took Y/n a moment of trying not to gag to respond, his breath smelled like onions and salt. Strange combination of scents, but nonetheless, it stank. "Would you?" Was Toritsuka's question. "Sure." Y/n said, taking two discrete steps back from Toritsuka as he stood straight again. Whew! Is this how my toothbrush feels?! That was horrid. He needs a mint or to brush his teeth...or a cucumber, those help with bad breath.. Y/n thought. The corners of Kusuo's mouth twitched upward slightly. For some reason, he found that comedic. Teruhashi saw the ghost of his smile and followed the direction of his gaze, seeing as he was still looking towards Toritsuka and Y/n.

(Model of the seating arrangement. | = table, ^ = Kusuo, 1 = Teruhashi, * = Kaido, & = Yumehara, and $ = Nendo. Table is connected btw, their all at the same table -Toritsuka and Y/n of course.)

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The new girl?! He smiled at the NEW GIRL?? She isn't even that pretty! I doubt she's perfect like me! ....why's the spirit guy up in her face? She looks grossed out....hmph! She deserves it! Making Saiki smile! Hmph! Teruhashi threw a slight fit within her mind. Y/n wasn't just grossed out. She was disgusted. Toritsuka kept leaning in whilst talking to her and she continuously got wafts of his B.O and salt smelling breath. Did he lick someone's armpit or something?! This is gross! Y/n thought. "So, L/n, you didn't answer my question. Would you like to know what your guardian spirit looks like?" Toritsuka asked. "Yeah, sure." (Y/n has just resorted to holding her breath when he leans in at this point). "She's about...five foot eleven, or maybe six foot? Her hair is (h/l) and (h/c). Her eyes are dazzling, (e/c), she looks like she's wearing makeup but she isn't, she's just pretty enough to look like she is. She's wearing a really flattering black dress that compliments how she looks perfectly."

(I couldn't bring myself to type in something Toritsuka level pervy about Y/n's mother. So, Toritsuka may seem a bit OOC. I'm sorry but I'm not about sexualizing mothers. Sure, mothers are pretty a lot of the time, but it makes me uncomfy to sexualize them in any way, shape or form. It may be because I've heard my dad talking about my mom in sexual ways-But either way, Toritsuka level pervy will not be appearing whilst talking about mothers.👍👍👍👍)

Y/n was frozen. This random dude, with horrible breath, that claims to see spirits, was describing her mother. And in close to perfect detail, "She's looking at you with the eyes of a mother. Y'know, like, loving, caring, obviously adores you. That type of look. Oh! And she's holding three roses. A(n) (f/c) one, a white one and a red one! And!" Toritsuka paused, trying to figure out how to describe the flower decorating her hair and ear.

"Behind her ear, is a purple rose."