People are afraid of the dark and what lurks in it. They are afraid of her as well.
And yet, Dazai Osamu-- a man drowning in the same sea of shadows that had long since become her home-- was the first to tell her that she belonged to the light.
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Be brave now little stargazer
The sky is growing light,
And courage wanes likes moonbeams
When it's pulled out from the night,
But like those who gazed before you;
Know when your heart is full of fear,
That it is always in your darkness
That the stars start to appear.
- e.h
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There had never once been a moment in Hiroshi's life when he'd thought violence to look mesmerizing, but in an alleyway of Yokohama, as the reputed Port Mafia's deadliest attack squad took on a single girl and her army of shadows, he found himself unable to look away even when (Y/n) so clearly instructed him to do just that.
He knew he ought to close his eyes and shut his ears and block out what he knew would alter his perception of 'Onee-san' forever, but it was almost as though he'd been hypnotized by the shadows that pooled around her, rippling with power and presence and the promise of destruction while the Black Lizard looked on in fear even as they challenged the young woman they'd all heard rumors about.
From his spot at the side, where she'd pushed him to wait out the ensuing fight, his eyes met (Y/n)'s, and for a brief moment of panic, Hiroshi forgot how to breathe. He held his breath as she frowned, and then exhaled in sharp surprise when a veil of shadows engulfed his vision, blocking his view of whatever was happening outside his bubble of presumable security.
