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i'm. going through something right now

(reference below the cut bc i love it)

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Our girl was not having it in this episode lmao.

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TKDB episode where MC sets Alan loose in an IKEA and then she and the other ghouls take bets on how long it'll take for him to find the exit

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Refractions🪞

𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 - 𝙿𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗

Taiga Hoshibami x mc Ao3 Ao3 versione italiana Warning! possessiveness [Masterlist] Welcome to my new series! Prologue Chapters: One - Two - Three

“And fundamentally, this is the situation.”

I had just finished recounting in detail everything that happened after we left the table. Ritsu had already escorted the woman out of the establishment, right after erasing her memory. Now that only three of us remain, four if we count Taiga, we can speak freely.

“Do you have any idea what kind of anomaly this could be?”

I anxiously watch the two ghouls, desperately hoping they have an answer to this question, but their expressions promise nothing good. Romeo paces back and forth, scratching his chin, his sharp eyes fixed on Taiga’s sleeping image inside the mirror. Ritsu, on the other hand, is busy searching for something on his phone. The vice-captain suddenly stops, as if he’s had a realization, but when he turns to me, his malicious gaze isn’t quite what I expected to see.

Romeo: “You know what, BB, let’s just leave him in there. His problem.”

“Are you kidding me?!”

Ritsu’s eyes widen as he looks up from his phone, staring at Romeo in disbelief.

Ritsu: “Vice-captain, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Romeo: “How many times have I told you to call me Fico?!”

He clears his throat and continues:

Romeo: “Besides… From what she told us, he’s trapped because of his own fault; sometimes it’s only fair that he faces the consequences of his actions. Plus, with him in there, my problems would decrease exponentially.”

Ritsu: “From a logical point of view, you’re not entirely wrong, but as my client, I can’t abandon him in this situation.”

Romeo: “And since when are you his official lawyer?!”

“Guys, please, let’s drop this discussion for now. Ritsu, I saw you looking for something earlier; do you have any idea how to get him out?”

Romeo: “Don’t igno…”

Ritsu: “I see you caught on, partner.”

The ghoul says with a brilliant smile, completely ignoring Romeo’s complaints.

Ritsu: “I did a little research and I think I understand what it is. It’s a Class C anomaly, so practically harmless, that manifests through an inanimate object but can also separate from it, a bit like a hermit crab leaving its shell. Its official name is Speculum Memoriae, which literally means Mirror of Memory.”

As soon as I hear that the mirror is harmless, I feel ten times lighter and let out a sigh of relief.

Ritsu: “People who pass through it can relive their memories and, without harming them, the anomaly absorbs their energy. From the testimonies that have been collected, those who enter should be able to exit autonomously.”

But Taiga has been inside for over an hour now…

Romeo: “So you’re telling me that idiot is staying in there of his own free will?”

Ritsu: “Exactly.”

“Is there nothing we can do to get him out?”

Ritsu: “No, only one person can enter at a time. We just have to wait.”

Romeo: “That’s if he ever gets out… With the shitty memory he has, I imagine he’s having a great time in there.”

“Do you think we can move the mirror?”

Inside me, all the moments I spent with Taiga, and which he immediately forgot the next day, begin to flood back… The thought that right now there’s a possibility he’s reliving the memories we shared ignites hope within me.

So when he comes out, will he remember everything? Even if only for a few hours, I’d like to talk to that version of him.

I approach the mirror and, careful not to touch the reflective surface, trace the outlines of the golden frame’s decorations.

Ritsu: “Theoretically, we should be able to do it.”

“Good, for now, let’s keep it hidden from the academy.”

I turn to them with a serious look.

“Could you help me take it to my dorm?”

This time I find myself in a place not entirely unfamiliar to me: infinite green fields stretch around me, rising occasionally into small hills. Countless animal-like anomalies walk in groups or alone towards who knows where; others rest in the shade of some trees.

Ahh, I know this place, it’s Harry’s new dorm

The good weather and boundless nature give Jabberwock its usual cheerful and carefree atmosphere, completely opposite to Sinostra, where greed and despair reign supreme. With the memory of the kitty-cat scolding me for eating yet another anomaly still fresh in my mind, I try not to get too distracted by the surrounding creatures and, hands in my pockets, head towards the dormitory. There’s literally no one around, but if I remember correctly, there are no ordinary students in this place, so it’s normal.

?: “Very good, keep it up.”

As I get closer to the strange mushroom-shaped building, I start to hear a familiar voice.

Haru: “Maybe do it a little slower… Exactly, just like that.”

Inside a modest circular enclosure, Harry and the kitty-cat are sitting on the ground with small monster-like creatures similar to marmots, but with the limbs and tail of a chameleon.

How disgusting.

Both are intent on brushing the coarse fur of these creatures. Haru guides the girl’s movements, getting unnecessarily close to her.

“Am I doing it well?”

Haru: “Yes, that’s great, I don’t know what I’d do without you, I’ll never be able to repay you.”

“You don’t have to repay me, I do it with pleasure, plus I have a lot of fun when I spend time here in Jabberwock.”

Sitting that close, their bodies brush against each other with every small movement.

Haru: “Unfortunately, these little ones have very sensitive skin; if they’re not brushed properly, all the things on the ground get into their fur and they risk getting a bad irritation!”

Who gives a shit

The irritation, however, starts coming to me; seeing him so close to the kitten makes me feel a burning sensation that begins to spread from within, burning the walls of my stomach, then rising through my esophagus, and consuming all the tissues along its path. Then this fire reaches my head and burns away all the thoughts that try to deny what I’m feeling, instead fueling the rawest and most selfish ones.

He shouldn't touch her; he needs to stay away from her. She’s mine, and I don’t want to share her with anyone else.

Everything I had decided to leave behind comes back to me: the feelings, the desires, and my repressed resolve tear at my chest, opening a raw wound that brings me to my knees, making me prostrate helplessly before them, without leaving me the possibility to deny them.

As I approach furiously, the two have already finished brushing those things, and Harry leaps to his feet, throwing his arms in the air.

Haru: “Ahh, finished, thank you so much for today!”

And when the kitty also stands up, he wraps her in an friendly hug. She immediately returns the embrace, but at that moment our gazes meet, and she stiffens suddenly.

Haru: “Huh, everything alright? Why did you…”

Now I’ll kill him.

I pull out my special artifact, and when the machine gun returns to its normal size, I point it at Harry.

Haru: “Taiga?! Why are you here?! And why are you pointing that thing at me?!”

He screams in a panic, and meanwhile, raising his hands in the air, he distances himself from the girl; even the furball he always keeps in his sash makes shrill noises out of fear.

Good.

“Taiga, what are you doing, put that away immediately!”

The kitten says angrily, stepping in front of Harry as if to protect him.

Gyahahah, she’s really cute when she’s pissed off.

“Let’s go, come on.”

With one hand, she grabs the barrel of the weapon and moves it aside; with the other, she takes my forearm and pulls me away, trying to make me lose interest in the other ghoul. As we move away from Harry, I manage to catch a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye making a gesture as if to tell him to leave quickly, and he disappears in an instant. As soon as she sees he’s gone, she releases my arm and stands with her arms crossed in front of me.

“So?”

Taiga: “So what?”

“What do you mean, ‘so what’? Why did you suddenly show up and point that damn weapon at Haru? We weren’t doing anything.”

I toss it in the air, shrinking it back to keychain size, and put it away.

Taiga: “None of your business.”

I cross my arms over my chest too and look at her defiantly, which she accepts without thinking twice. With the smile of someone who already understands everything, she approaches me and narrows her eyes, raising her chin.

“I didn’t take you for someone who makes jealous scenes.”

She raises the corners of her mouth even further, turning her smile into an almost unsettling smirk. Then I further reduce our distance, stopping only when our eyes are just a few centimeters apart.

Taiga: “I just made it clear to that idiot that he shouldn’t touch what belongs to me.”

I place a hand under her chin and vigorously rub her lower lip with my thumb.

Taiga: “And let it be clear, no one else can.”

I feel as if I'm possessed; my feelings have completely taken control of my language. The line between jealousy and the desire to possess her wavers along with my judgment. But in the end, what's the difference?

She’s mine. Her happiness, her anger, her sadness, and all her feelings belong to me, as does every beat of her heart, every glance…

Just as the dangerous train of my thoughts is about to derail, it’s abruptly stopped by the kitty-cat placing her hand in the center of my chest.

“Taiga… No.”

Without further explanation, she sighs bitterly, and I remain paralyzed by her clear refusal. She takes a step back and her face slips from my hand. Despite the scorching sun, I’m overwhelmed by an enveloping chill that paralyzes my fingers and makes my heartbeat slow down alarmingly.

“Come with me.”

This time she doesn’t take my hand or my arm, but keeps her distance. She approaches a tree with numerous clusters of drooping yellow flowers.

“Do you know these flowers?”

What kind of question is this?

Taiga: “Do I look like a fucking botanist?”

She looks at me condescendingly and continues to speak as if she hadn’t heard my scornful comment.

“It’s a Laburnum; it’s very beautiful, isn’t it?”

I don’t answer and continue to watch her from afar.

“It’s a shame that every part of it is extremely poisonous.”

She carefully caresses the plant's lethal petals.

“This plant reminds me of you. Its flowers are the same color as your eyes, but it’s not just that. I can stay as close to it as I want, but if I were to accidentally ingest even a small petal detached by a breath of air, I would risk being poisoned.”

When she releases the yellow cluster, it sways widely as if it were a swing.

“In italian it’s called Maggiociondolo, which literally means May-pendant, precisely for this reason: it blooms in spring and when the wind blows, the flowers dangle like this. Isn't it fascinating?”

I’ve never felt so little interest in something in my life, and this complete disinterest must be easily identifiable from my expression; in fact, as soon as she looks at my face, she pouts, offended.

“Ahh, never mind.”

She breaks off a thin twig with a cluster of flowers attached and dangles it in front of my face.

“In a second I’ve sentenced them to death. Right now they’re still beautiful, but then as the hours pass, the petals will get darker and darker, they’ll wilt, and finally fall. Because of my selfishness and desire to keep this beauty only for myself, I’ve ruined them forever, and the only thing left in my hand will be the dehydrated skeleton of this twig.”

She lets the twig fall to the ground, which, when it completely rots, will become one with the underlying soil.

“Taiga, I am like this flower. I am not yours, and you cannot prevent others from seeing or touching me. If you take me away, I will wither, and your actions will no longer have meaning, because I will become something completely different from what you wanted to have at the beginning.”

“You desire me as I am now, right? Everything has a compromise; you can’t monopolize me like this.”

She puts her arms behind her back, holding one wrist with the other hand, and with a proud stride, she approaches me again.

“It’s too easy to let fury overwhelm you and act like a hooligan without even thinking about the consequences.”

Her words, spoken with extreme serenity, fall into my ears like velvet, and manage to calm my all-consuming thoughts until they vanish. Now my mind is like a flat sea, without waves or ripples.

How long has she been so good at controlling me? Or have I become too malleable?

She takes my hand and brings it to her heart; through the fabric of her clothes, I can feel her light heartbeat against my palm.

“This, and all that follows, can be dedicated only to you.”

She places her hand over mine, which is now enveloped by her warmth from both sides.

“But you have to earn it, and threats or violence won’t work.”

She lets go, and my arm falls lifelessly back to my side. In her magenta irises, a sweetness lingers that seems almost unnatural, considering their vessel is myself.

What does a good person like her find in me? What nourishes that immense patience hidden within her pretty little head?

Up until now, I’ve always acted for myself; the goal has always been just me and my entertainment. What happened to everyone else was merely collateral. The end justifies the means, right? This is the first time my will has extended beyond the threshold of my egocentrism. This kitten, so fragile in her humanity and her curse, has, for the first time in my life, made me desire something beyond money or personal pleasure.

Perhaps what I feel for her is like what a master feels for their pet; yes, maybe for now it’s better to think of it that way. For this time, I’ll do as she says, only because she’s such a cute kitten, Gyahahahaha.

I raise my eyebrows playfully and twirl a lock of her hair around my finger.

Taiga: “Ugh, what a pain, I’ll behave, but you yourself said there’s a compromise to everything, so what will you give me in return, kitty-cat?”

A bright red color decorates her cheeks all the way to the tips of her ears, and she looks away, embarrassed.

“Well, I… I don’t know.”

I lean close to her ear and whisper:

Taiga: “I have an idea.”

I move to her cheek, careful never to let my lips touch her skin. When I reach her mouth, we’re so close that it gives me the illusion our lips are touching. Our warm breaths mingle in the space between us, and when I open my mouth to speak, I feel a tremor coming from her sensitive lips.

Taiga: “Do you remember when I told you I was going to live with you?”

Still blushing, she looks up at the sky to try and remember, and when that memory comes back to her, she narrows her eyes as if urging me to continue.

Taiga: “I will respect what you just told me, and in return, you’ll give me the keys to your room. That way, whenever I get tired of being in Sinostra with Lulù and that other idiot, I can take refuge in your dorm. Not even the principal will have anything to say, given that you’re his beloved inspector.”

I move away from her lips and stand up so that my gaze is at the same level as hers. To be more “persuasive,” I grasp her hips and pull her against me.

Taiga: “So, what do you say? It seems like a perfectly legitimate compromise to me”

Her face turns completely red.

She must have understood the implications.

We remain for a few seconds staring into each other's eyes, until the kitty decides to break the silence.

“Alright, that can be done.”

She moves away from me and extends her hand, which I promptly shake. As soon as my hand slips away from hers, my vision blurs, and I am catapulted out of this memory.

Dividers by: @strangergraphics

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Hello guys, from now on the updates, may or may not, be a bit slow, I'm in full study mode for the summer exam session, so my brain is basically mashed potatoes when I write in the evening and I'm not very productive.

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Refractions🪞

𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 - 𝙻𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚢

Taiga Hoshibami x mc Ao3 Ao3 versione italiana Warning! main story plot speculations [Masterlist] Welcome to my new series! Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two

Shhh.

Don't say anything.

Don't cry.

Because if you do, everything will fall apart.

There's a house of cards in here.

Its balance is so fragile that even a sigh could compromise it.

Protect it, don't let anyone in.

Keep it locked and throw away the key.

And so I did.

Only, he didn't need a key to enter.

He broke down the door and sent all the cards tumbling to the ground.

Then he picked them up one by one and took them away.

The biting wind scratches my exposed face; the night sky is hidden by blocks of clouds from which copious snowflakes fall. The empty streets of this artificial island are covered by a white sheet. The only footprints on it are mine; it's the dead of night, and all the other students are asleep in their dorms. Covered by my heavy black overcoat, I wander among the academy buildings. At this hour, it has such a peaceful air, it could almost deceive me, of course, if I didn't know about the rot hidden within its walls.

After the great ideological conflict, everything changed. Parts of me vanished into thin air. I have little left, and one of those things is the vision of the grand finale of this crappy place. The future isn't a one-way street; there are thousands upon thousands of branching paths, each with its own story and its own ending. But in those where I am the protagonist, few have a "happily ever after." All the others still dance like puppets in this little theater, carefree and happy in their illusion. I envy them. I've seen more than I should have, and this is the result.

The only sounds around me are the crunch of snow under my feet and the trees swaying in the wind. I walk, and walk, and walk some more. Until I come across another trail of fresh footprints.

Who could be out at this hour?

Suspicious, I follow this person's steps, passing through the cones of light from several streetlights before finding myself in front of one of the campus shops. In front of the vending machines just outside the entrance, there's a small figure covered by a hooded coat, a bulky red scarf held in place by one hand wrapped around their neck. The faint light from the vending machines isn't enough to distinguish their face. With hands trembling from the cold, they try to select something, insert a coin into the slot, but it's not accepted and immediately drops into the hole below. With nervous movements, they try to reinsert it several times in vain. After the fifth attempt, they throw the coin at the glass.

"Fuck!"

Who the hell is that? Gyahahahaha.

My laughter reveals my presence; indeed, the stranger immediately turns in my direction.

"What the hell are you laughing at?"

That voice... Oh, it's the kitty-cat. Can't she see me from there?

"Instead of making fun of me, come help me while you're here."

I can’t wait

I approach her with quick steps, and when I'm close enough to be recognizable, she looks at me in surprise. Covered by that oversized jacket, she looks even frailer than usual. Her cheeks are flushed from the cold, and the skin under her eyes has a slight purplish tint.

"What are you doing out so late? I never see you around here during the day; you're always cooped up in that damn casino. Do you only come out at night?"

She says, pronouncing the words with slight amusement.

Taiga: "I was just getting some fresh air. After a while in that place, the atmosphere gets quite suffocating."

She observes me uncertainly, as if she's not entirely convinced by my justification.

She always looks at me like that, as if what comes out of my mouth is never true.

Meanwhile, I pick up the coin from the ground and insert it into the vending machine slot. This time it's accepted, and a cardboard box drops into the collection drawer.

"What...?!"

Taiga: "It's just luck."

I pull out the product she just bought and take a good look at what it is before handing it to her.

Taiga: "You came out just for some damn chamomile?"

She snatches the box from my hand and replies with annoyance.

"Yeah, I can't sleep and I don't have any left. Tomorrow I have another mission with the ghoul from Frostheim. I want to get at least a few hours of rest."

Her eyes narrow melancholically, and she presses her lips together as if she wants to say something. Her eyelids contract and relax repeatedly. Whatever she's thinking about right now is troubling her a lot; I can read the indecision in every small movement of her facial muscles.

"Would you like to have a cup of this with me?"

She says, shaking the package slightly.

Oh, here we go.

Taiga: "How can I refuse?"

The kitchen in the old Clementia dorm is definitely too big for one person, and the small pot on the stove is too small for the hob it's resting on.

Once our jackets are off, we are both in our pajamas—the kitty-cat in her striped academy set, me in my luxurious black silk ones. When the chamomile is ready, she takes two identical mugs and pours the tisane into them.

"Come on, let's go to my room. There's nowhere to sit here."

With steaming mugs in hand, she heads towards her room, passing through a dimly lit corridor. When she stops in front of a door, I open it for her.

Once inside, she places the mugs on a small table and then settles comfortably into one of the two adjacent armchairs.

"Make yourself at home."

Without needing to be told twice, I throw myself onto the other seat and make myself comfortable, leaning fully back against the rest.

Taiga: "Do you have a bottle of whiskey?"

"But I just made you chamomile."

Taiga: "Exactly. I wanted to put it in there. Haven't you ever tried chamomile with whiskey?"

She looks at me with an astonished expression.

"I'm sorry, but tonight you'll have to settle for a plain tisane. I don't have any alcohol in here."

Sighing, I take the ceramic mug in my hands and bring it to my lips. I take a sip, and the hot liquid immediately warms my limbs.

Well, it looked like piss, but it's not bad.

Taiga: "So? Didn't you want to talk to me?"

She also takes her chamomile, holding the mug tightly in her hands.

"Yes, but it's nothing much, really."

I watch her in silence, waiting for her to continue.

"It's been months now that they've locked me up in this place, and I'm pretty sure no one besides some ghouls cares about my curse... Taiga, there's something wrong with this academy."

She looks at me with a serious expression and then continues.

"They make me participate in mission after mission with the excuse of making me investigate to find a cure, and if I try to refuse, they threaten me. In the end, they're just using me as a pawn, aren't they?"

As she continues, her speech becomes more and more frantic; a repressed desperation seems to take possession of her tongue.

"They severed every connection I had with the outside world, with my family and my friends. Who knows what they told them? Maybe they sent the police to their house saying they found my corpse somewhere and have already organized my funeral with an empty coffin."

...

Taiga: "GYAHAHAHAH, you've got quite the imagination, kitty-cat."

I tease her to try and burst her bubble of paranoia, but in reality, she might even be right, and she's not the only pawn in their grand scheme. With a bittersweet smile, she brings the mug to her lips.

"You know, Taiga, maybe it would have been better if you had really thrown me off the train..."

...Ah, right, our first meeting...

I look away, not even trying to find any justification, not that there are any.

"Don't worry, I don't blame you anymore. I've moved past it."

Anymore? ... So she was angry. Well, obviously.

Taiga: "Kitty-cat, we'll find a solution, and this time you'll get a future."

Even if I might not be there.

Every timeline has its access keys, but it's hard to figure out which ones are needed to achieve a certain type of future. Sometimes you can accidentally change the path even with things so trivial they seem stupid, but the result can be catastrophic.

"What do you mean 'this time'?"

I'm not sure if this memory belongs to the cycle I'm currently living, for all I know the girl in front of me could already be dead, but right now I have no intention of telling her the truth. I want to enjoy this moment for what it is.

Taiga: "Oh? Did I say 'this time'? Sorry, I must have gotten confused, Gyahaha."

The soft light from the candelabras on the walls and the crackling fire in the fireplace lend warmth and intimacy to this cramped room. I get even more comfortable in the armchair and finish my chamomile, which is almost cold now.

Taiga: "Ahh, it's really nice in here. It's so warm, I might just move in with you."

I rest my elbow on the armrest and, cupping my cheek with one hand, I look at the kitty-cat languidly, flashing a wide smile.

Taiga: "Wouldn't you like to sleep in each other's arms every night, sharing body he..."

"Oh my god, stop, I don't even want to imagine it"

She says, laughing.

Finally, her smile is back; it suits her better than a pout

"What time is it? I'm finally sleepy."

A yawn escapes her wide lips, and shortly after, I'm infected too. I rest my eyes for a few seconds, and when I open them again, the kitty-cat is sleeping soundly on her side. Her breathing is regular, and her expression is relaxed; she really needed to talk to someone. Trying not to wake her, I take her limp body in my arms and head towards the bed.

Falling asleep like that in my presence... she really trusts me now, or she's just extremely naive.

I put her under the duvet and pull it up to her neck, then I sit on the edge of the bed and watch her.

The human being is a curious creature by nature; many would pay a fortune just to catch a glimpse of their future, unaware that it's not always all sunshine and rainbows. My gaze lingers on her pronounced dark circles.

I wonder how long she hasn't been able to sleep well?

She's the most striking example; she knows that if she doesn't do something, she'll become an anomaly in a year, and the weight of this truth is gnawing at her soul. Every day that passes brings her possible death closer, and now she realizes that the chances of this happening are very high. Who would ever want to live out what remains of their life with this awareness?

For a moment, her breath catches, and consequently, mine stops too. Then she starts breathing normally again, and unconsciously, my breath synchronizes with hers. With my fingertips, I trace the perimeter of her face.

Sleep, kitty-cat. Forget the world, this shitty place, everyone else, and me. Take refuge in your dreams and imagine a future where you've left everything behind.

My heart is squeezed by barbed wire; the knowledge that in most futures where she lives, I'm not there, begins to insinuate itself under my skin, scratching it from within.

I accepted my death long ago, so why do I feel so shitty now?

I stifle a laugh to try not to wake her, and when I swallow it, it feels like ingesting acid that begins to corrode me from within.

I know well what's happening to me, but it's useless; Hope is not a privilege for everyone.

So I move away from her, leaving behind the burgeoning feelings that I can do nothing but uproot at their inception

I leave the room without ever looking back.

Perhaps it was better not to remember.

Dividers by: @strangergraphics

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Refractions🪞

𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚃𝚠𝚘 - 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛

Taiga Hoshibami x mc Ao3 Ao3 versione italiana Warnings! blood, anomaly eating [Masterlist] Welcome to my new series! Prologue Chapter One

As if I'd never been on that beach, I find myself standing in front of the mirror, the sand that clung to me vanished into thin air, my clothes dry, and most importantly, they're the same ones I had before entering the memory. The only thing left is the slight warmth of the afternoon sun on my skin.

It takes me a little longer than necessary to recompose myself, meanwhile, the scene in the mirror has returned to its starting point.

At least I didn't get trapped inside, now I understand why people don't want to leave here anymore.

Not everyone is strong; many have fragile souls, and when they suffer a big enough trauma, their spirit shatters into a thousand pieces, it's as if their soul dies before their body. They become empty shells that can break at the slightest impact, yet without the courage to truly end it, they continue to live a vacant existence. They are nothing but corporeal spirits, victims of their own suffering and unaware of the life that is still around them; so, in the end, they decided to reject reality and hide in the past.

I can't blame them, in the end, I myself fell into temptation

I look one last time at the exit created by the anomaly; on the other side, the kitten is still talking on the phone, probably always with Romeo, worry and anxiety contorting her face. I know what I'm doing is very selfish, but I can't help but take advantage of this situation.

See you later, kitty-cat

Without thinking too much, I head towards another mirror and pass through it.

Romeo: "WHAT?!"

As expected, as soon as he answers the call, Romeo starts screaming like a madman; I can only imagine the situation in the night club's hall…

"Can you just come, please? I've already told you the way"

I say in a calm and composed tone, hoping these two characteristics will also influence the guy on the other end of the call.

Romeo: "We're coming."

And with a resolute tone, he hangs up.

I put away my phone and approach the woman on the ground. Now that I see her better, she must be about forty years old; the signs of age mark her delicate face but don't detract from her beauty. She is still curled up on the ground with her legs pressed against her chest, a bitter expression obscuring her face.

"Are you okay?"

…

Okay…

"Can you at least tell me your name?"

…

I sit on the ground beside her and look at Taiga, trapped in the mirror. I hope we can get him out.

Just the thought of not being able to save him makes my heart ache; fear wraps around my throat like a boa slowly tightening its grip, causing a slight burning in my eyes, but not strong enough to make me tear up.

I bring my hands to my face, and in silence, I wait for Ritsu and Romeo.

The iron taste of blood invades my taste buds, and its pungent odor penetrates my nostrils.

When I open my eyes, I'm sitting on the ground in my room in Sinostra, between my hands are malformed bones of some kind of sheep-like anomaly; some pieces of meat are still attached to the skeleton, and blood is everywhere. It drips between my hands and from my chin, spilling into the fresh puddle on the marble floor, and I dread to imagine what my face looks like.

Some clumps of fur are stuck between my teeth, but when I try to remove them, I hear a knock at the door.

"Taiga, are you in?"

Damn it.

I don't answer, and the kitty-cat keeps knocking.

"It's me, you just need to sign some documents; I won't take up too much of your time."

At the second unanswered inquiry, she lowers the handle and slightly opens the door; she probably expects me to stick my golden revolver out of the crack, because a few seconds pass before she peeks in.

When she realizes there's no danger, she fully opens the door, and her eyes fall on me. It's not the first time this has happened; in fact, this scene is one of the few things that have remained clear in my mind. Now, as usual, she'll drop the papers to the ground, step back a few paces, and with a shocked look, she'll flee the room with her hands over her mouth, probably to suppress the urge to vomit caused by the intense smell of blood; not everyone can bear the sight I'm showing her now.

I must be disgusting, in my pitiful puddle of blood and entrails, driven by hunger like a filthy wild animal; I don't even look human anymore. When this hunger takes over, everything else takes a back seat; the only thing I can think about is filling this void. Then, when I regain clarity, I always find myself in these conditions.

A few seconds pass.

And this time, she doesn't leave.

Inside me, hope resurfaces, a weak flame that can be extinguished at any moment, and along with it, I hear a voice that barely seems like my own.

Don't go.

This weak desire, which is usually trampled by all the others, easier to admit and to slip from the tongue, takes over and makes its way through the chaos in my head.

I drop the remnants of the carcass I was still holding in my hands. She places the documents on my room's desk and then rolls up her sleeves. Her expression, which I can usually decipher easily, this time shows no emotion; she's not angry, she's not scared, she doesn't even seem disgusted. She approaches me and extends her hand.

"Get up, I'll help you clean this mess."

What? I don't understand.

Seeing me not move an inch, she takes my hand forcefully and pulls me up, getting blood on herself too.

"...You're acting strange today; are you still hungry? Not that I can help you, no way I'm letting you eat one of Haru's animals."

…

"Besides, I told you not to eat anomalies while they're still alive; it's disgusting. At least have the patience to have them cooked somehow; look at the mess you've made!"

…

Has she always talked so much?

"Blood is really annoying to get off; go take a shower while it's fresh and change your clothes. I'll call someone to clean the room."

She drags me into the bathroom and then closes me inside.

Is this really the same girl who was terrified of me on the dock?

I have no idea what period this memory belongs to, but for her to be so calm, we must have spent a lot of time together.

It's a shame I don't remember anything.

I throw my clothes on the floor and go take a shower to wash this filth off. I stand under the showerhead, and thanks to its boiling rain, the blood slides away quickly. The hot water almost burns my skin, but the pain helps me come back to my senses. The weight of lacking these memories begins to weigh on my shoulders; just the thought pierces my heart like a dagger.

I look at some meat residue stuck in the drain filter, and it almost makes me nauseous.

I look away and try to clear my mind.

Half an hour has already passed when I come out of the bathroom, dry and clean. The room's floor has been polished, and if I hadn't been the cause of the macabre scene earlier, I would have never said it happened right here.

The kitty-cat is sitting on my bed with her legs crossed, the documents stacked beside her, and she's giggling with her phone in her hand.

Is she texting someone?

As soon as she notices my presence, she puts away her phone, and I dismiss that useless thought from my head.

Taiga: "I see you've made yourself comfortable."

I lie down beside her, crossing my arms behind my head. I can't even smell the blood in the air anymore; instead, I smell a light vanilla fragrance.

She clears her throat and picks up the stack of papers again.

"These are just permits for Sinostra’s general students missions"

She pulls a pen from her jacket pocket and sticks it directly between my fingers.

I sigh loudly and sit up, taking the papers in my hand. When I look for a solid surface to sign, the kitty-cat places a rigid folder on my lap.

Taiga: "You're well-equipped now."

"Of course, I'm used to it"

She says, smiling at me expectantly. So, I quickly sign all the documents, but before giving them to her, an idea comes to mind.

I raise an arm and slowly bring my hand to her face; I receive no adverse reaction from her side; she only furrows her eyebrows questioningly. Even when I brush her soft skin with my fingertips, she shows not the slightest sign of fear; on the contrary. She tries to look away, embarrassed, and the tips of her ears begin to turn a cherry-like color.

"D-do I have something on my face?"

My heart seems to want to escape its cage; it strongly beats against the prison bars, asking to be released and reach the girl's heart in front of me.

It wants her.

Taiga: "You have a bloodstain on your cheek."

I remove the nonexistent stain with my thumb and lie back down on the sheets.

"Ah, thanks, Taiga."

Taiga: "Do you need anything else? If not, scram"

"No, no, sorry, I'm going now, bye."

And so she runs off, closing the door behind her.

This is ridiculous

Dividers by: @strangergraphics

Here it is <3: @pebblesforall

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⚙️: 398 ct. (unedited) ⚠️: mentions of blood 💌: Taiga Hoshibami x mc // Taiga Hoshibami x fem!implied!reader - This is my first ever attempt at writing for TkDb so pls be kind 😭🙏

He feels the weight of your eyes on him before he sees them. Fortune in your favour, rather than his own, he finds himself unwilling to turn away. As he had so many times before, even if without the intention to hide.

He likes it when you see him, he thinks. Sends such strange pulses of something familiar through his chest, even if he doesn’t always remember your name. He remembers your gaze, the weight of what he can only ever seem to imagine to be your innocent awe, pouring over his shoulders. It used to be such a suffocating feeling, but one that only his body seemed to recognise. His mind tells him it’s familiar, though. Only by the volition of what he assumes to be his heart.

The inner workings of his mind weren’t always aligned, he knows. Moments come and go as the hands of a ticking clock wipe the slate clean on his worst days. Eyes absorbing, but never keeping. He likes your eyes, though. Even when he blinks, they still watch him.

He beckons you over wordlessly, sharp-toothed grin so different compared to your own cute, blunt little teeth. He thinks he remembers what it looked like to see your lips around them, grinning up at him. Were they glossed? …Hm, he doesn’t think so. But he thinks they were happy.

Did you always look happy when you saw him?

…He doesn’t think so.

There’s a twisted memory he has, and for some reason, it didn’t feel as real as it should have. Was it a dream? Couldn’t be, he doesn’t have those, he thinks. He sees those lips stretched wide—unnaturally so—and bathed in blood. Were they yours? The crimson tears they cried, torn and flush, matched the floral scent that brushed his nose, sometimes, though he wonders if that was really you.

No…you looked different, he thinks.

He blinks, and the thought is replaced as easily as it came. Looking down at your lips now, smiling so innocently up at him, and he can’t help but grin in return. Hands, rarely so gentle, tracing the lines of your face—lines he, for some reason, imagined to be traced first by crimson. Wiping blood that only he could see, but couldn’t understand.

He blinks, and presses his lips to your hair. He pulls back. Looks at you.

No blood, but…hm, what’s that smell? Roses?

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Refractions🪞

𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝙾𝚗𝚎 - 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎��

Taiga Hoshibami x mc Ao3 Ao3 versione italiana [Masterlist] Welcome to my new series! Read the Prologue first <3

When I open my eyes, I'm blinded by the sunlight; the warmth of its rays heats my skin, and the warm, worn wood of the dock tickles the soles of my feet.

The kitty-cat is a little ahead, sitting on the uniform jacket with her legs dangling over the edge of the dock. She's humming a cheerful melody I don’t recognize.

She doesn’t seem to have noticed me.

She takes a strawberry from the basket and eats it in small bites while watching the descending sun. With the arrival of sunset, the silhouette of the moon and stars can already be seen high in the sky.

I slowly approach, and with each step, the wood beneath us creaks like it's groaning. Only then does the kitty-cat turn toward me.

“Oh, hey Taiga.”

Her eyes are wide like the ones of a deer caught in headlights, and there's a smear of strawberry juice on one side of her half-open mouth.

I approach with a mischievous smile and, without even asking for permission, I intrude on her little moment of peace and quiet, then sit next to her with my legs wide open.

She watches my every move cautiously, like I’m an unlit firecracker that might explode at any second.

Taiga: “Careful, if you don’t close your mouth, flies will get in.”

At that, she shuts her lips into a straight line and furrows her brow.

I bring my hand to her face, and she stiffens in terror, her pupils shrinking to the size of fleas drowning in pink puddles.

With my thumb, I wipe the juice from her mouth, then bring it to my own and lick it off while looking her in the eyes.

A light blush spreads across her cheeks. To hide her embarrassment, she turns to the basket and grabs a handful of cherries.

Without even looking at me, she offers me her slender hand full of small red fruits.

“Do you want some too?”

She asks while gazing at the horizon.

My heart skips a beat, then continues beating at its usual rhythm, as if nothing happened.

I take two cherries from her hand and bring them to my lips, pulling them off the green stems. As I bite down, a wave of sweetness crashes over my taste buds.

Mmh, not bad.

When I finish removing the pulp, I spit the pits into the water.

The kitty-cat, however, places hers into a napkin.

“What are you doing here?”

Good question. I have no idea. What was I doing barefoot on the dock?

Taiga: “Dunno, I don’t remember.”

As if expecting that answer, she doesn’t press further. She knows about my memory issues, so she’s not surprised by my cluelessness.

The sea is a deep cobalt blue. Because of its depth, the seabed is invisible, hidden in darkness. Occasionally, some bubbles rise to the surface—probably caused by some kind of marine creature.

The kitty-cat swings her legs, her toes skimming the surface. Mine are submerged up to the ankles.

How cute...

A chill runs down my spine.

What the hell am I thinking?

After a few minutes of silent eating, the kitten finally turns toward me. She was about to say something, but as soon as her eyes land on me, she changes her mind, a playful expression lighting up her sweet face.

“Want a napkin? Not even a two-year-old would get this messy.”

She says, laughing like crazy.

I don’t think she realized what she just said. First, she’s scared of my presence, and now she says something that bold...

A flash of realization freezes her on the spot, her skin losing color. Shocked by her own words, she covers her mouth with one hand, hiding the shadow of a smile that, unfortunately, disappears in an instant.

“Oh god, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

Trying to change the subject, she pulls out a napkin and quickly wipes my mouth.

“There. Now you're clean.”

She forces an encouraging smile and tosses the napkin into a nearby bag.

I’m not great at figuring out what people are thinking, mostly because I often don’t know what I’m thinking myself. But she’s so transparent that even I can tell what’s going on in her head right now.

I have only two options now—let it go… or have a little fun.

Taiga: “You think you’ll get away with that so easily?”

Obviously, I pick the second.

With a serious expression, I move dangerously close to her. Sensing the threat, she’s clearly unsure whether to try to flee or surrender right away.

But I act fast, grabbing her cheeks with one hand and bringing our noses close together. I whisper threateningly:

Taiga: “Do you know what happens to those who talk to me like that?”

…

Taiga: “Usually, they end up with a bullet between the eyes.”

I poke her forehead exactly where I mean.

Taiga: “But since I’m in a good mood today, I have something else in mind for you…”

I drag out the words just to increase her anxiety and make her feel even more trapped. Sometimes it takes very little to make someone feel like there’s no way out.

I smile maliciously, showing my sharp teeth. She squeezes her eyes shut in fear, her eyelids trembling from the tension.

Then pull away, letting my fingers slide off her cheeks.

Sensing my retreat, the kitten opens her eyes cautiously, trying to assess the situation. But before she can fully open them, I push her into the water without warning.

But I underestimate her reflexes.

In fact, just as her butt leaves the dock, she grabs my arm tightly and pulls me in with her.

So, we both end up submerged in the salty water. My vision is blurry, and I can only make out the kitty-cat’s body surrounded by a million white bubbles as she tries to resurface.

I follow her, and when we both come up, we compose a coughing symphony. Neither of us expected to fall into the sea, so the salty water has burned our throats.

Taiga: “Gyahahahah, you really look like a wet kitten now!”

Her bangs stick messily to her forehead. Seawater gathers on her long lashes in little droplets, trickling down her cheeks when she blinks. After coughing, she licks her pink lips and glares at me, furious. Her irises, usually cherry blossom-colored, now seem a darker shade, framed by a web of tiny red veins.

She looks like she wants to kill me, and that only excites me more. The angrier she gets, the more I want to provoke her.

I’ve always believed people show their true selves only when pushed to their emotional limits.

So get mad, kitty-cat. Show me who you really are.

Finally, I see a glint of mischief in her eyes, and I wait expectantly for her next move.

She splashes water in my face, blinding me for a moment—which she immediately takes advantage of. As I raise a hand to shield my eyes, she places hers on my shoulders and uses all her weight to shove me back underwater.

I sink a few meters below the surface, and she swims off like a rocket.

A rush of adrenaline spreads through every part of me. Driven by a predator’s instinct, I start chasing my prey.

When I emerge, she’s already on the shore, bent over with her hands on her knees, catching her breath.

But as soon as she sees me getting closer, she runs off, laughing.

She finally gets that I’m not going to really hurt her.

I climb out of the water, the soaked clothes weighing me down like ballast. Stripping naked in public is too much even for me, so, bearing the discomfort, I start running after her.

A few strides are enough to catch up. When I’m just behind her, I leap like a tiger, tackling her to the ground and trapping her in my arms.

Dry sand gets everywhere, sticking to us like we are magnets.

“Taiga, let me go! The sand’s getting in my mouth!”

She starts squirming like a worm on the pavement. I flip her onto her back, straddle her, and pin her arms to the ground.

Her sand-covered body is now fully exposed. She looks nothing like her usual self—more like a little rebel, with messy hair and wet clothes that highlight her figure.

She looks like a wild creature—attractive and dangerous at the same time.

As I look at her, something ignites inside me, something that wraps around my heart and squeezes it tight, something that quickens my breath...

But before I can name what it is, I’m swallowed by darkness.

And I find myself once again in the hallway of mirrors.

Dividers by: @strangergraphics

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Refractions🪞

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 - 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛

You go on a mission with Sinostra's Ghouls, but as usual something goes wrong. Taiga gets trapped in his own psyche, where past, present and future are nothing more than words written in pencil. Thanks to the anomaly's power he can relive some memories that he had completely erased - Will he be able to uncover even more, especially about his kitty-cat?

Taiga Hoshibami x mc Ao3 Ao3 versione italiana Warnings! stigma speculations [Masterlist] Welcome to my new series!

The velvety notes of a jazz song sweeten the evening in this discreet nightclub. Violet lights caress the rosy cheeks of people speaking in hushed tones among the scattered tables. Sparkling glasses of the most diverse shapes are languidly brought to the lips by fingers adorned with priceless rings. These people, with scarlet-stained lips and immaculately trimmed beards, exude wealth from every pore.

From a table in the corner of the room, I’m closely observing everything unfolding in front of me. It feels like watching a Manet painting—people chatting with honey-drenched words pouring from their lips, while pure poison drips from their eyes.

An olive, skewered by a toothpick, floats alone in my Martini. From time to time, I bring it to my lips to avoid drawing attention, without drinking a single drop. I can’t afford to lose clarity.

“Romeo, have you noticed anything strange?”

I say in a bored tone.

Romeo: “No! What a waste of time…”

Taiga: “Lulù’s right, let’s go look for this anomaly ourselves.”

Ritsu: “Absolutely not, we can’t draw attention. Do you want to cause chaos like last time? If we stir up trouble, we lose four times as much time.”

At my table there are also the three ghouls from Sinostra, elegantly dressed in tuxedos—as usual chosen according to Romeo’s impeccable taste. Even my midnight blue evening gown isn’t bad. The only thing that worries me are my high heels, which could be a problem if we have to run.

We’re here on a mission assigned by the headmaster, and as usual, I’m the inspector. In this venue, at least one person vanishes every night. After some investigation, the Darkwick agents discovered rumors about an individual who lures people by promising to let them relive memories from their past, asking for nothing in return. Those who agree vanish without a trace. With the possibility of a serial killer ruled out, we’re left with the assumption that it’s an anomaly.

And so here we are, pretending to drink while trying to understand what’s going on—everyone except Taiga, who’s already on his third whiskey and seems completely uninterested in the mission.

So nothing out of the ordinary...

It’s already a miracle he hasn’t vanished to do his own thing. So it’s fine...

While I absentmindedly watch a couple whisper sweet words to each other, I finally notice something strange: a woman, sitting at the table behind them, looks distraught and is speaking with a man in his thirties.

They’re too far away for me to hear the conversation, but I can do a bit of lip-reading.

…Come with me…memories…offer…

Excited, I elbow Romeo.

“Romeo, look! I think we found him.”

Annoyed by the sudden blow, Romeo glares at me, but still leans in to align his gaze with mine.

Romeo: “You’re right, BB. So you are useful sometimes.”

Not impressed by the vulgar nickname he’s been using for months, I don’t even bother to respond.

Ritsu: “So, what do we do? Follow them?”

“Yes, but not all together.”

Taiga: “I’ll go. I’m sick of sitting around doing nothing.”

Romeo: “No way, BTH! I’m not letting you destroy or devour another anomaly. This time, we need to capture it.”

With a theatrical sigh, Taiga throws his head back and downs the rest of his whiskey.

Ritsu: “We better decide quickly, or we’ll lose them.”

I watch the movements of the potential victim and think for a moment.

Yes, this is probably the best idea

“Taiga and I will go.”

I set my drink down decisively and stand up.

“It’s better to keep him close and give him something to do than let him cause trouble out of boredom. Don’t you agree?”

Ritsu and Romeo stay seated, thoughtful. They don’t argue, but they’re not fully convinced either. Not that it matters—Taiga doesn’t give them time to disagree. He stands right after me, taking my arm.

Taiga: “Gyahahaha, let’s go, kitty-cat, before we lose them.”

Romeo: “Keep your phone handy. Call us if anything happens.”

“Of course. Talk soon.”

No one pays us much attention as we leave our table. Without raising suspicion, we begin following the woman and the suspicious man from a safe distance.

We walk down a long, winding corridor. When the couple turns a corner, we follow, leaving the previous one behind.

The dim lighting, black carpet, and mahogany-red walls create an eerie atmosphere. The melancholic music fades into the distance. The sound of my heels is muffled by the soft floor, and an unsettling silence surrounds our steady breathing.

The eyes of the crowd have long since left us. Yet, my hand is still wrapped around Taiga’s arm. He doesn’t show any sign of wanting to let go either. If I didn’t know him, I might think he was helping me walk in these heels.

Let me dream...

After four turns, they stop in front of a door. The man opens it and, with a half-bow, invites the woman in, the he enters after her, closing the door behind.

We wait a few seconds—no sound of a key turning.

Perfect, he left it unlocked.

Taiga: “So, what’s the plan, kitty-cat?”

“We approach the door and try to listen. Then we call the others and decide what to do. It’s better not to act alone without informing them.”

I look into Taiga’s eyes, but they show no emotion. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing. Even if he did show something, he remains highly unpredictable—calm one moment, unhinged the next. His mustard-colored irises are fixed on me, silently. I start to feel uneasy. Sometimes his empty stare is even more piercing than his crazed one. It’s like he’s rummaging through your soul while also looking straight through you.

Unable to bear the pressure any longer, I turn toward the door.

“Let’s hurry.”

We approach the room quietly. I lean my ear against the door, making as little noise as possible. Through a few centimeters of wood, I can hear faint voices. The room must be small, otherwise I wouldn’t hear them this clearly.

“…I just have to go through this mirror, right?…”

“…Exactly, miss. Once inside, you’ll finally reunite with your son…”

“…And you want nothing in return? Nobody does things for free in this world. Who are you?…”

“…I’m just a gentleman trying to bring peace to lost souls. You should feel lucky to have found me. After all, what do you have left in this life? Would you rather suffer in solitude until death?…”

A long pause follows that statement. I turn to Taiga, who is also listening, and see that his brows are furrowed.

A terrible premonition gives me the chills…

Whispering so that the two behind the door don’t hear, I lean into Taiga’s ear.

“Taiga, is anything wr—”

I don’t even finish before he flings open the door I’m leaning on, causing me to fall flat inside.

My heart races—from both the shock and the fear of what’s about to happen.

The two inside turn toward us, startled.

Taiga pulls out his special artifact and points his submachine gun at the man.

Taiga: “Step away from the mirror, bastard.”

The man smirks defiantly and disappears into the mirror in a violet cloud.

Taiga groans in frustration, lowers his weapon, and turns to me.

Taiga: “Tsk, take care of the woman. I’m going after that bastard.”

I leap to my feet and step closer, keeping a two-meter distance.

Just in case...

“Don’t even think about it. Stay put. We’re calling the others. You have to stop acting before thinking. One day it’ll get you killed.”

Frustrated, I open my shoulder bag to grab my phone and call the others. As I raise my head— Taiga is gone.

Only I remain in the room now, along with the woman still in shock on the floor, and a large mirror with an ornate golden frame on the wall across from the door.

It’s my fault. What the hell was I thinking bringing Taiga? I’m an idiot. Yes, a complete idiot!

I approach the mirror. As soon as I look into it, I stumble back, shocked.

“What the hell?...”

Instead of my reflection, I see Taiga—standing, head lowered, eyes closed.

I try calling out to him, but there’s no response.

Better not touch anything—or I’ll get pulled in too.

Frustrated, I press my hands to my face and rub my eyes in circles. I inhale, exhale deeply, then call Romeo—bracing for the ear-splitting scream I know is coming.

Shit.

Once I cross the mirror, I’m greeted by absolute nothingness—I'm suspended in a place without boundaries, no way to tell up from down, no shapes, no corners. Everything is black. The only thing I can see clearly is my own body.

Which doesn’t make a damn bit of sense, considering there’s nothing illuminating it.

With no other options, I try walking. There’s no solid ground under my feet, I feel like I’m floating in midair, yet somehow I can move forward.

The kitty-cat is probably pissed off as hell, but following the anomaly isn’t the only reason I threw myself in here.

Because of my stigma, I feel like I’m living in the eye of a hurricane—my memories are swept away by its violent currents. Sometimes they flash before my eyes, only to be sucked away again by its centripetal force.

Maybe here, I can trick this curse. If not, I’ll just destroy everything and get out.

Simple.

I’ve been walking for almost an hour when I finally see a white glow in the distance. I pick up the pace, and soon I find myself at the center of a strange art gallery. Instead of paintings, there are enormous rectangular mirrors suspended in the void, arranged in two parallel rows that seem to stretch into infinity—or at least, so far they blur into the surrounding darkness.

With hesitant steps, I approach the first mirror on my left. At first, I see only my reflection. Then the image distorts, and a kind of video begins to play.

Romeo, the kitty-cat, and a familiar guy with ash-gray hair and blue eyes are arguing with each other, but they move their lips without producing a sound. Every now and then, they look in my direction—as if they really are speaking to me.

So these are my memories…?

In the other mirrors, countless different scenes are reflected. Some familiar, others completely wiped from my brain.

I continue forward, staying in the middle of the two rows. In most of the scenes, Romeo is there in various stages of fury, yelling at the screen—or rather, at me.

Then the scenes shift: bloodbaths, remnants of anomalies I was devouring on the floor, poker tables, and memories of a past I don’t want to remember.

Further ahead, the kitty-cat starts to appear more and more often. A mischievous grin spreads across my face—her terrified expression always cheers me up.

In many memories she stays in the background, hidden in Romeo’s shadow. Then little by little, she starts to gain courage, stepping into the foreground, talking to me, even getting mad.

But at a certain point, something changes. The bloodstained and violent memories are gradually replaced by the kitty-cat’s innocent face, caught in various activities.

Her sitting on the grass, sipping a drink.

Her laughing carefree in front of a Sinostra slot machine.

Her napping on the Galaxy Express, and my hand brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

Something’s off.

I stop in front of one mirror. In this "memory," the kitten seems a few years older, her hair longer. Wrapped in sheets, she’s lying in bed reading a book. Then she looks up—subtle expression lines frame her face. She gazes in my direction with an expression I’ve never seen before, reaches out a hand toward me, gets closer—and then everything goes black.

…

These aren’t memories of the past—or the present. This must be the future I saw… and then forgot.

?: “I’ve never seen a corridor so vast and chaotic.”

I spin around and see the man I’d been chasing earlier just a few meters away. This time, a white mask covers his entire face. I reach for my artifact, but it’s gone—just like everything else I brought with me.

?: “Welcome to the realm of your consciousness. Here, you can’t bring anything but your soul.”

I glare at him without saying a word. I’m not in the mood to argue with an anomaly.

?: “Oh, come on, don’t act tough. I know you’re curious.”

The man steps closer to the mirror where the kitty-cat is still immersed in whatever story she's reading.

?: “I know perfectly well you and your friends came here to eliminate or contain me, but I’ve never hurt anyone. In the end, the people I bring here choose to stay of their own free will.”

He turns his back to me and walks toward the beginning of my memories.

?: “Come with me.”

I shouldn’t be listening to a fucking anomaly, but something urges me forward—a sharp temptation prodding me from behind. So I shove my hands in my pockets and follow him.

He stops in front of a memory where the kitty-cat is sitting at the end of a worn wooden pier, still wearing her Darkwick uniform—must be a recurring memory.

Next to her, a pair of shoes and a wicker basket full of fruit.

?: “To relive this moment, all you have to do is step through the mirror. You’ll exit when the memory itself ends.”

Taiga: “Do I look like a fucking idiot to you?”

A laugh echoes from under the anomaly’s mask. He draws a vertical line in the air with his index finger, opening a kind of portal. On the other side, the kitty-cat is on the phone, and the older woman from before is sitting on the ground with her back against the wall.

?: “The exit is this way. The choice is yours.”

And with that, he vanishes into nothingness again.

…

I turn my back to the exit and tentatively touch the mirror’s surface. As soon as I brush it with my fingers, they pass through—rippling the image with tiny waves that expand outward in circles.

Slowly, I push my whole arm through, but as soon as I reach the elbow, some unknown force pulls me entirely inside.

And once again, I’m swallowed by darkness.

Dividers by: @strangergraphics

[lilyinavalley]

Dead weight? Hold my beer, Leo. Her ability worked so well, so don't come up with "you can't even do your only job" You and your bitch Sho, know damn well what really happened that night.

Dead weight? Protect her? Even without her "stigma enhanced ability" she helps you a lot.

When, Sinostra was at a dead end on how to solve the issue with the Mask of Diablo, Romeo and Taiga were already on the verge, who defused the situation and suggested asking for help from Mortkranken? When Romeo's and Yuri's two sided beef happened, who, yet again, defused the situation and asked Yuri to help politely? Sorry ghouls, but sometimes you act as wild animals, nah, even worse than animals. MC by being the only sane person, really saves the day.

I've already gave this example,but still, won't stop yapping about this scene. Just for Leo to see, she IS NOT a dead weight.

When she surrounded by the RIGHT people, she is not afraid to express her opinion. The only reason why she was, is Leo, lil hater doing it on purpose.

Oh. THIS SCENE IS ANOTHER ADORABLE EXAMPLE

When, Jabberwock's boat was falling to pieces, and Haru was (well he still is) in rough condition, she yet again saved the day, by asking Frostheim to lend them boat, yeah, and more over, they AGREED, cause it was MC who asked for this favor.

Tumblr paragraphs won't be enough to gave all the examples.

[lilyinavalley]

Edward Hart’s guide to getting the girl: how to get your rocks off without looking like a total geed.

This is because of Edward and Jin in the new chapter—blame them not me. (i will come back and edit it later)

Part one of six

Jin x MC

He’d been watching the little human prince fail for months. At first it was amusing but then somewhere between the fourth and eighth blunder it just became sad.

The first time he became aware of the little prince’s crush had been right after the Frostheim ball at the beginning of the year.

He’d heard about the ball after the fact. Not from you or the little human prince though. He’d heard it from a third party, a very drunk third party.

Second years, from any house but especially Frostheim, were not frequent occupants at Rui’s bar. Ed wasn’t entirely sure why but frankly he didn’t have the energy to care. Frostheim in general seemed to stay away from all other houses so, when he wandered down the stairs looking for Rui—he’d accidently lost the password to his Netflix account again—he was surprised to see the transfer student as well as the second year Romeo was always chasing around commiserating at the bar.

Rui wasn’t with them. The late hour as well as the slow day had sent him down into the cellar to clean and prep for the upcoming weekend rush. Leaving the second years to fend for themselves.

An untouched long island iced tea sat slowly warming in front of the brunet Ed suspected was called Lucas. Beside him the blond one was sobbing, practically supine on the wobbly bar stool and with three empty glasses surrounding him.

“He danced with her all night!” Wailed the blond. “I missed my chance.”

“It was only one song,” Lucas reassured, placing an awkward hand in the middle of his friend’s spine. “I’m sure there will be plenty of—”

“Did they look happy though?” The blond interrupted, lifting his soggy head from the table to look at his friend.

“It’s hard to say.” Lucas said frowning in thought.

This seemed to relax the blond, but this was only a temporary reprieve as Lucas immediately followed up with, “he was quite protective of her on the mission, and he did buy her a dress for the ball.”

The blond, coiled tight like a spring, let out a despondent sigh and let his head fall with a smack against the bar top.

“Three actually.” Lucas suddenly corrected himself.

“What? three!” snapped the blond then, seeing Lucas’s nod, he let out a grumbled, “of course he wins her over with money.”

The blond stared into the middle distance, swaying on the stool in a manner that sent Lucas fretting by his side. “How do you know all of this any way?” he asked, his voice taking on a dreamlike quality, “you spent the whole night with me.”

“I helped her pick which dress to wear.” Lucas had said it casually, almost flippantly but immediately realised his error upon seeing his friend’s crushed expression.

“What—you helped her…where was I? why did she ask you to help and not me.” His lip was quivering dangerously as fresh tears welled in the corners of his eyes. “Does she not trust my judgement when it comes to fashion? Does she think I dress badly? Because I just don’t have the same budget as—”

“No, no,” Lucas quickly reassured, trying to temper the immanent flood of tears. “You were just in your make up classes that’s all.”

The blond pouted and let out a sigh but thankfully didn’t begin sobbing again. Instead, he huffed and reached across to grab the untouched iced tea, only to have it snatched out of his reach.

Rui, having returned from the basement, deftly slid the drink out of reach and replaced it with a tall glass of water. Then without missing a beat he asked, “are you talking about the new honour student? She’s a real cutie huh.”

“I think you might have some competition from the little human prince.” Ed said from his spot in the shadows.

At the sound of his voice the two second years both jumped. With the blond falling from his stool in a heap and Lucas taking out a pair of twin swords, his boyish features transformed into a scowl as he readied himself for a fight.

Ed observed the pair—one battle ready the other cowering behind his friend—in amusement before turning to Rui who—used to Ed’s fondness for skulking around in the darkness—was staring at him unamused.  

“It’s just Ed, the captain of Obscuary, Luca.” Rui explained in a bored drawl as he cleaned glasses behind the bar. “No need for violence.”

“But—but isn’t the captain of Obscuary a dangerous v-vampire?” the blond squealed scrambling up to his feet as he hid behind the bar stool.

Rui just scoffed, turning to put away glasses while Ed stepped out of the shadows, putting his hands up in surrender. “Dangerous?” he purred, “I am a gentle and delicate soul.”

That earned a cackle from Rui, “delicate, yes. Gentle…not so much.”

Ed pouted at his friend, “Rui you wound me. I have never been anything but tender.”

Rui deadpanned at Ed and grumbled out a quiet, “tell that to my roses, Gramps.”

Ed recalled falling asleep in a particularly soft bed of flowers the other day but if Rui didn’t want them to be used as a mattress he shouldn’t have arranged them in such a pillowy way.

He left his vice-captain and turned to the two second years. Lucas or Luca as Rui had called him was still poised at the ready, one of his swords edging ever closer to Ed’s throat.

“Luca?” he asked. “Are you sure that’s your name?”

Luca froze, looking up at Ed as a myriad of thoughts, all baffled, swept through his head, “…yes.”

“How strange…” Ed hummed, joining the pair at the bar. He sent the blond a smile as he sat down. peering into his frenzied mind for anything of interest but, alas, there was nothing but fear, “and you are?”

“Don’t tell him Kaito,” spat Luca, his swords still at the ready, “he’ll steal your name if you do.”

 Ed stifled a laugh behind a gloved hand as he assessed the strange pair.

“You’re thinking of fairies,” Rui informed Luca, “besides you just told him Kaito’s name anyway.”

Luca froze, “oh!” an embarrassed blush coating his cheeks as, with his head down, he finally returned his swords to their sheaths.

Ed turned back to Kaito who had shuffled a few seats down his eyes still darting between Ed and the door. “So,” Ed began with a smile, “you have a crush on our dear honour student?”

From his thoughts alone Ed could tell that wasn’t quite the case. Whether he himself knew it or not he didn’t really have a crush. The beginnings of one maybe but Kaito wanted for one thing and one thing only—a girlfriend. The girl in question didn’t really matter, the poor honour student was simply the first to smile at him.

“How could I not?” sobbed Kaito, “you saw her tonight she was radiant.”

Ed might’ve reminded Kaito that he hadn’t in fact been at the Frostheim ball but a glimpse into his thoughts and he saw the honour student just as Kaito had. Done up in an expensive gown, simple makeup and hair, and on the arm of the Frostheim prince.

That was when he first became aware of the little prince’s crush, but it certainly wasn’t the last. In fact, it was only a few days later when wandering the campus—and avoiding his chores back at Obscuary—that Ed was once again confronted with the little prince and his feelings.

“Tell me. While you were picking dumb fights, where was she?”

The Frostheim captain and that same second year from the bar Luca, were staring each other down in the courtyard just outside of Vagastrom. At the little prince’s side looking stressed and a little ashamed was the honour student.

Ed still hadn’t seen the honour student. He’d gotten glimpse’s from within other students minds but never in person, never up close. Seeing someone else through the mind of another was never an accurate assessment anyway. People, no matter how objective they believe they are, can’t help but let their emotions rule their minds.

Seeing her through Kaito, after the ball, the honour student was radiant, practically glowing as though she were some kind of angelic being. Kaito didn’t see her as a real person she was a concept to him, the physical embodiment of all his romantic hopes and ideals. So, when she walked through his mind she didn’t walk, she floated. When she smiled it was blindingly bright, and her laugh sounded more like wind chimes than any real laugh Ed had heard before.

And then, when his jealousy blinded him, her image changed again. No longer was she just dancing with the Frostheim prince she was fawning over him. Practically tripping over herself to hold his hand or touch his arm.

Seeing her now, with only his own mind to contend with she looked far more real. More in line with how Luca viewed her than Kaito. Still pretty and still with a glow, or perhaps warmth, but she was real. Not some mythical goddess.

The second year, brave as always—perhaps foolishly so—didn’t back down in the face of Jin’s glare. Instead, At the ringside, if I recall correctly.”

“Yes.” Jin spat, stepping forward as the honour student fretted beside the pair. “At the ringside, surrounded by the rest of the scum from Vagastrom. Alone.”

Ed almost laughed. Whilst it was true that Vagastrom could get rowdy they were hardly the most dangerous house, not when compared to Sinostra or Obscuary.

His comment seemed to break Luca’s resolve slightly, his scowl simmering as his eyes flicked over to the honour student. “If anything happened, I would have stepped in immediately.”

The little prince took a step closer and dropped his voice down to something not so outwardly threatening but far more dangerous, “after something happens is too late.”

This seemed to finally shatter the rest of the tension with Luca’s angry scowl fading away completely. He quickly turned to the honour student and bowed low. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have put you in danger.”

Interestingly the honour student seemed to be even more concerned about Luca’s concern than she was about the fight that had just occurred. Quickly waving away his apology as she stepped around Jin to speak to Luca.

“It’s not your fault. You were just sticking up for a friend. Besides, I’m fine.”

Jin, who had been watching the exchange in silence, flared his nostrils in anger. Then, with a clenched jaw, he spat, “both of you stop messing around in other houses.”

Then he was turning and storming away, much to the surprise of the two second years.

“And stay away from the Vagastrom captain.” The little prince called out over his shoulder, “that’s not a warning. It’s an order.”

Ed smirked as he stepped out from the shadows watching as the pair watched the retreating figure of the Frostheim captain in confusion. But Ed wasn’t confused. For someone who had the reputation of being cold-hearted the little prince sure did make his affections obvious.

It wasn’t until much later that the little prince’s crush graced Ed’s doorstep again. Most likely due to his propensity to remain indoors he heard little of the prince and the honour student. Every now and then a morsel of gossip would make the deary trek down to Obscuary and he’d get an update. Like the rumour of the honour student becoming the prince’s new servant or how he had bought her a yacht on a whim one evening. But other than those small moments he didn’t hear much.

It wasn’t until after Lyca had joined Obscuary and that he got an insight into the situation.

With their newly appointed guard dog came frequent visits from the honour student, who, out of some wrapped sense of responsibility, had taken one look at the abandoned dog and decided he needed a best friend.

Their friendship was sweet, even the most cynical part of Ed’s heart was moved by their often-frenzied relationship. It wasn’t just the honour student who was charmed by Lyca’s brash nature though. He would never openly admit it but even without reading his mind Ed knew Rui appreciated Lyca’s company—and not just because it meant the honour student began visiting more.

Before Lyca had joined them much of the day at Obscuary had been spent in silence. Ed had been alive so long that now days seemed to pass by like seconds. He could go a month without ever having seen Rui and wouldn’t even notice it.

It wasn’t much better when they did speak. Their conversations often devolving into talk of curses and death. Neither topic bothered Ed, but Rui was younger than him and still easily wounded.

And when others did grace their hallowed halls, they made a direct b-line for the bar. Rui spent much of his days alone, lamenting the fact that he was now a danger to those he loved and when his friends did visit it was always through a heavy fog of alcohol.

So, Lyca’s presence—even though it meant more cleaning—was a breath of fresh air for the young reaper.

And for Ed, who had long since given up on the idea of being entertained, seeing the honour student’s bright smile was a soothing balm to his endless existence.

“When will you be finished?” Ed asked as he slinked his way into the bar.

The bar, only just having closed, was almost entirely empty. The only conscious occupants being the honour student, Rui and Lyca. With Rui desperately trying to help a horizontal Haru to his feet as Lyca and the honour student, who were tucked away in a booth, poured over Lyca’s homework.

“You promised you’d watch Kurosagi’s latest vod with me.” Ed whined as he slid into the booth seat beside the honour student and leaned his whole weight against her side.

“Leave her alone you moth-eaten Casanova, she doesn’t want to watch any of your youtub videos.”

Ed opened his mouth to correct the werewolf but was stopped by the honour student who tapped a light hand on his shoulder and offered him a tired smile. “We only have a few more questions to go over then I’m all yours.”

Ed made a dramatic show of swooning, “you tease me my dear.”

“Why don’t you help me get Haru back to Jabberwock?” Came Rui’s strained voice from the other side of the room.

All three of them turned to look at the struggling barman and the snoring Haru. Ed wrinkled his nose and waved Rui away, “I’m afraid I’m far too weak to carry someone as tall as him.”

Rui glared at his captain before, with a huff, he began dragging Haru from the bar. “Fine, don’t help. But don’t let the honour student walk back to Clementia alone.”

Ed hummed absentmindedly before turning back to the honour student. “You know…” He teased sliding closer so that his head now rested in her lap. “It is quite late.”

The honour student rolled her eyes down at the lethargic vampire but the warmth in her smile gave her away. Even without reading her mind he knew she didn’t mind his affection.

“Perhaps you should spend the night here?”

“Ugh!” Lyca spat across from them, his eyes narrowed at Ed. “Stop hitting on the honour student, she doesn’t want to stay the night with you.”

“Don’t fuss little pup,” Ed said sitting back up with a groan, “I would never dream of forcing her to spend the night with little old me. I’m sure Rui has a guest room prepared for her?”

Lyca still grumbling but not quite so outraged gave a firm nod towards the honour student, “the old man is right. It’s too late for you to walk back now.”

“Well,” the honour student looked between the two of them a smile creeping onto her face, “I’m not going to say no to a free bed and breakfast.”

Ed frowned, “breakfast?”

“Rui cooks us breakfast whenever I stay.” Explained the honour student, Lyca giving a nod of support.

“What,” Ed pouted, “he never cooks breakfast for me.”

“That’s because you never leave your room,” Lyca smirked.

“Or…” shrugged the honour student, “because you don’t eat.”

“I suppose that makes sense.” Ed acquiesced still feeling somewhat left out.

Then a trill from within the honour students bag sounded and with a sigh she collected her phone. She answered the message as a small dent of worry appeared between her eyes.

A series of flashing images appeared within Ed’s mind as he watched the honour student. He saw the Frostheim prince first. The picture of relaxation, stretched out with one hand under his head, the top few buttons of his shirt undone. And then her voice imbued with worry flooded into his mind.

I can’t believe I forgot. He’s going to kill me…Ed’s going to kill me for missing youtube night. Again.

“It’s alright my love,” Ed cooed putting a hand on her shoulder, “we can postpone our evening if you have to attend to your boyfriend.”

He said it simply to test the waters. To see how much or how little progress the prince had made. He hadn’t expected her reaction to be quite so intense.

“What?” she exclaimed, “Jin isn’t my boyfriend! He’s…kind of my boss—a jailer more than anything.”

Her defence came fast but ed couldn’t help but smirk because even though she was shaking her head, denying any attachment to the Frostheim captain her thoughts told another story.

There was frustration there, annoyance definitely and some anger too but there was also a hint of something. Longing, butterflies, affection. It tasted like warmth and fresh honey as it entered Ed’s mind.

So, he thought, the little human prince has a chance.

Jin entered his room as he always did, with a slam of his door.

Usually, it was just an indicator to everyone in Frostheim that he was not to be disturbed but tonight he was actually furious.

When he had messaged the inspector earlier that evening asking her when she was planning on returning his blazer it had been—what he had thought—a thinly veiled attempt to see her again. It had been months since their last mission together and with the chancellor constantly sending her out with the other ghouls, he had barely seen her.

Of course, he had her running errands for him, but she always ran off right after. Never staying for more than a quick hello. So, when he went to meet her at Clementia and found her with that Obscuary mutt he was more than a little disappointed.

He would’ve been fine though. After all, she seemed to only think of the young werewolf as a friend. If he had found her with Rui or Haku then he might’ve had a need to worry.

It would’ve been fine, if the werewolf hadn’t accused him of bullying the honour student.

She’s not your servant to boss around!

Even thinking about it again sent his blood boiling.

He fell onto his bed with a huff, resting his head in his hands. Even the werewolf’s accusations wouldn’t have been so bad. He didn’t care what that idiot thought, why should he. He was Jin Fucking Kamurai. He didn’t need to listen to a random first year.

But then the honour student had turned to him, her eyes half filled with apprehension half with embarrassment and had apologised to him.

Sorry, Lyca just doesn’t understand. Next time I promise I won’t forget to return your laundry.

She bowed. Actually bowed. As though he was her boss and she was worried about having her pay docked.

He’d thought that he’d been incredibly obvious, Tohma had told him as much, but even after everything. After buying her dresses, after asking her to the ball, after giving her a boat, and making every stupid excuse to spend time with her. Even after all that she still just saw him as the Frostheim captain.

“It didn’t go well then?”

Jin was up and pointing the tip of his sword at the vampire’s throat before he had taken another step out of the shadows. He scowled wrinkling his nose at Edward who, casually as though there wasn’t a blade at his neck, held up his hands and smirked.

“What are you doing here, bloodsucker?” Jin hadn’t seen the vampire since the night the Laurel Crown was revived and before that they hadn’t spoken since the clash.

“Now, now,” the old vampire coaxed, not at all threated by Jin’s sword, “I came to offer my assistance.”

Jin snorted, “what on earth would I need your assistance with?”

“I know you have feelings for our darling inspector”—despite himself Jin’s scowl twitched— “and I also know you are struggling to capture her heart.”

Jin quickly composed himself and let his sword drop, tossing it on top of his bed. “Who says I have feelings for her?”

The vampire simply gave him a knowing look, “Please little prince. You bought her a boat and bribed the school to find the Kyklos…it’s not as though you’re subtle.”

“Okay, fine.” He huffed. “But why of all people would I ask for your help?” he smirked. “From what I hear these days you spend all your time locked in your room…doesn’t scream romance if you ask me.”

“Funny,” the vampire said his voice cold, “I hear the same things about you.”

Jin swallowed back his anger. If it were anyone else, he would’ve picked up his sword again but as he was fairly certain loss of limb wouldn’t stop the vampire, he just clenched his fists instead.

“I’ll have you know I’ve become quite close with the inspector recently.” The vampire held out a hand. “It’s up to you of course, but from what I’ve heard there’s no one else willing to help you.”

Jin scowled at the vampire a moment, the pair staring each other down. Edward wasn’t wrong, aside from Tohma Jin was mostly alone at Darkwick these days and his vice-captain’s advice boiled down to tell her how you feel or get over it.

So, already regretting it, Jin stepped forward and shook the vampire’s hand.

[lilyinavalley]

❤️❤️❤️

[The Boundary Between Us]

I want to touch you...

I want to feel you...

I yearn for you...

I wish time would stop just for this moment

※Honor Student with Face

Reff

[lilyinavalley]

You are so right hahahaha

Edward Hart is hands down the funniest character in the game. He's a vampire from Eastern Europe. He's over 400 years old. He looks like a twink. He has no idea what a credit card is. He came to Japan for a holiday once, allegedly got captured and has just been leeching off of Darkwick's wifi ever since. He could probably leave at any time. The staff are scared of him. He's the most elegant man you've ever met. He lives in his own filth. He's deep into conspiracy theories on youtube. He doesn't know how to press play. He has a breeding kink. He may very well be a cuck. His bones are so sore. He once destroyed an entire building. I can't remember if they specificed how long he's been there for but iirc he has been held back. He could have been there for decades. He has black mold growing in his room. He doesn't take out his own rubbish. He relies on his best friend to clean up after him. Everything he does is for the love of drama. Every other ghoul besides Rui he interacts with hates him. His texts. The way he flies into the auditorium as a bat, casually drops the kykylos bombshell, and then flies off. He gets mildly inconvenienced by his arm being torn off. He's horny all the time. He belongs in a nursing home. He's a lazy bum. He's one of the most powerful characters we know of in TKDB.

He shares his first name with the vampire from Twilight.

[lilyinavalley]

Episode 17 spoilers.

Darkwick shady as always.

The fox is being kept hidden, Hyde is in charge of it, and this is crucial to something DW is plotting. "A certain somebody" is looking for the fox. And I feel like the fox used to be a person? He "still had the intellect" to open a gate and escape.

Chancellor threatening MC, and apparently the Institute is not already helping to research her curse. Is it literally just the ghouls and what they can dig up on missions?

Something at next month's Star Festival might help MC out.

Benkei used to be a professor, and advisor to Clementia. But why is he no longer teaching? Was it a subject connected to one of the defunct dorms? Did he do something and get demoted? Is it some weird requirement for all teachers to also be a dorm advisor?

At the beginning of the episode, he also says that there is a staff shortage (which is being kept secret for some reason) and is surprised that Elias is working.

With Elias connected to Dionysia and Benkei a former advisor of Clementia, I wonder if the fox is actually someone with ties to Ultio who Knows Too Much. Ultio, which contains the top-secret prison. Hmm.

[lilyinavalley]

tkdb ep 17 bingo board

[lilyinavalley]

i'm.... unwell.... if this spoiler is real.... my wallet is DONE FOR....

utc

I'M COOKED.