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[suddenlybees]

Shuuya Kano
UN: mekakushisan

STATUS: student y11

ACCOLADES: none!!!

BIO: ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

© TESSISAMESS

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[suddenlybees]

[ His vision blurs, but maybe that's for the best, so he can't see all the blood when he pulls his hands back red and hot and shaking. He can't die. He's not allowed to die. Fuck. Weren't the guards supposed to prevent this sort of thing? Keeping an eye on Kano because he's a bastard Contracted who cannot be trusted and this is the reason why.

Breathing heavily, Kano wipes the tears off his face, smearing blood across his cheek in its place, and holds Toki close, trying to hold on as much as he can. He studied for this. For this exact reason. He learned about the nervous system, tried to understand pain. Blood. Cells. Healing, health, it was supposed to help, make things easier and effortless like the illusions were to him, but maybe he's just good at pretending and is shit at making people feel better, it's all he ever wanted to do, keep the people he loves safe, and he can't--

It hurts.

It feels like dying.

He can't die. Everything hurts. Toki can't die. He has to save him. Somebody has to save him. ]

[yokeye]

[His breath is coming in ragged slow gasps, blood splattering out of his mouth with every shudder of it. If Kano can feel his heart, it's slowing down, an occasional hitch every few beats. After a moment, he stops breathing altogether. Death is perhaps a freedom in its own way.]

[suddenlybees]

[ Toki passes away and everything hits Kano all at once— overwhelming pain, overwhelming grief, sorrows and regrets and anger and shame and

he's screaming, he thinks, but he can't hear it. He thinks those are footsteps making the ground rumble beneath his knees, and there's the fleeting thought that he hopes it's the guards. There's the sight of the ground pitching forward— him pitching forward onto the ground. Darkness.




The guards take the two of them away. Surely... Hieke is not the only person in the school capable of revival magic. ]