"Don't you think I'm scary?"
"Scary? My God, you're divine"
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In which Akise Miho, the divine one chosen by the gods, and Gojo Satoru...
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Distant 遠い
Distant, that's what she wanted to be from the world. Miho hated everything, yet couldn't do anything about it. It was like she had the power to take over everything, yet wasn't allowed to. Oh, yes. That's true. Miho wasn't allowed to do anything of her choice.
She wasn't even her own person. The only thing that she was, is an expectation. Nothing more. The expectation of the clan, for her to be a perfect little lady. But she wanted to kill anyone that will go against her choices.
"That's fair. If I have a choice, I wouldn't wanna be reincarnated into a human ever again." Said Shoko, as she walked towards the other girl, stopping infront of her. The height difference was big. Shoko was sure Miho can easily be a model with that face and body.
The older girl watched as Miho took out another cancer stick from the box, placing it between her lips, bringing the lighter close to her mouth. She cupped the cigar with her hand, flicking the lighter for a few time but it didn't lit up.
Shoko took a step towards her, taking out her lighter, holding it up towards the girl. Miho lowered herself as Shoko lit the cigar up for her. Miho was only a teen, yet already smoking at this age. Shoko didn't blame her, she knew how strict her clan was from the rumors. They were a little bit too religious. Well, not just a little bit. Very much.
"Oh dear, I'm the older one. I should be stopping you but here I am, lighting up a cigarette for you..." She let out a heavy sigh, placing the lighter back into her pocket. The brunette's eyes were on the girl as she also placed the cigarette box in the pocket of her trouser.
"Thank you, Shoko-senpai. We both think alike, don't you think?" Miho's quiet voice echoed in the empty washroom. Shoko let out a small chuckle, replying, "It's called beauty with brains." Making Miho giggle softly.
Gojo tapped his fingers on the table impatiently, muttering, "What's taking them so long..? Geeze, women are so-" He slouched. "Shut up, Gojo." Shoko cut the white-haired boy off, sitting down in the seat with Miho following behind.
"Did you smoke, Shoko? I can smell the foul smell of your cigarettes." Suguru talked properly for the first time since they've been here.
The said girl glanced at the purple-haired girl, to notice how she avoided eye contact. Shoko decided to cover up for her. "Yeah, y'know the voices. They wanted a smoke so I couldn't resist them." This made the Miyazaki smile at the girl.
"So, what were you two doing here?" Asked Shoko, questioning Miyazaki and Gojo. Miho was about to answer when Gojo beat her to it, "Miho took me out on a date-" "That's a lie, I wouldn't take you out on a date. We've only talked two times."
