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MURMURS filled the air of the street of keisei where battle roars had once clamoured, now cleared of the fight that no longer roared in the night. now that the fight was over, the gravel members whispered against one another, each word filled with weariness.
"hey... we're in trouble now, aren't we...?" they mutter, sweat rolling down their napes.
"it's fine." suzuri exhales gently, his composure fixed. his raven-haired that was once tied in a bun now swaying on length with his shoulders.
his eyes were no longer dull—an spark has emitted in his pupils. he was going to change. that [h/c]ette girl was right, he should have followed the path he believed. but he was naive, he didn't think things would even go right with the conditions he was set to live in.
but he understands now. for that, he has tsubaki and that demon slayer to thank.
"i'll talk to them... and make this work."
no can do, now the tattooed man's attention was caught.
he had nearly scoffed in amusement, only then did he speak—the outline of his silhouette illuminating in the moonlight above. "'talk,' huh?" he slightly drawls out against the breeze of the wind, diverting everyone's attention to where he crouched above.
the wind blew against his messy black locks, the strands swaying along with the rushed yet gentle momentum. "no one's gonna listen to a loser, and certainly not someone who half-asses their job." his hand no longer propped against his cheek, settling on top of his lap.
"sheesh..." he exhales, bringing his hand behind his head and scratching it with a good itch as his chin was tilted downwards, keeping his face hidden. with his familiar messy black locks, it didn't take long for certain leaders to realize the identity of this newcomer, eyes flashing in recognition. it wasn't an appearance they could forget, after all.
the man briefly sighs, "I really don't have an eye for people, do I?" he wondered to himself rather than to those standing below.
"..."
the first years said nothing, only staring at his nonsense in confusion. nirei cletched his fingers instinctively around the strap of his crossbody bag.
"but oh well. it still looks like I managed to get my hands on another of these furin cards..." he drawled out once more, catching the attention of sakura, who furrowed his brows in skepitcism. how did he know they were from furin, without even wearing their uniforms?
they were in casual wear.
tsubaki furrows his brows at his sudden appearance, that damn man. he shouldn't and wasn't supposed to be here, not after that. a shaky breath escaped through his lips, a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek as he ran through the amount of possibilities being his motif.
