SUPERNOVA SKY || young gods, stripped down to their barest.
you are two-times blessed and four-times cursed; six-times ignored; eight-times revered. because, you know, you're a god and all.
(SECOND PERSON; MALE READER INSERT/IEIRI SHOKO)
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Compliments to the people for making their messes so intricate! Leeway like this is something normal folk can't afford and you find it glorious how these－ sorcerers (you snicker a little) manage to make themselves loopholes to go along with. Magical things. They take their gaite and drown monsters made of that same downfall. Watching the world－this world－crash will be a pleasant affair.
You should have brought popcorn, but it doesn't mingle with the blood. So you've heard.
You've moved to Kyoto. It's been two weeks since you started out here, Himiwara-san checks on you every other day － Setsuna-chan (he said to call him by just first name, you said you prefer your last name over your given one－as such, Setsuna-chan. Yorumiya-chan) calls you whenever he's free. Which is often.
Also, as Himiwara-san informed, your coworkers all had a bet that you and Setsuna were fucking. You kindly explained that sex appeals to you in the same way hair in food does.
It does not.
Setsuna said that he only saw you as a friend and the little brother he never had. You said friendly was kind of pushing it and he laughed. People are so strange, it's delightful!
(You slit your throat on thorns and smiled bright, you pieced yourself together in harmony and hell. Sunshine burns through your stomach, glorious!)
You have three students! They're all boys and they're all biting! All scratched skin and bleeding gums like pickled plums. They fight curses with rage spilling from their skin, noses crooked from being broken one too many times. You wink and the stars blink with you. Something like exhaust makes it's way into your self-made bones and you love it! It makes addiction pleasant.
Coffee is your very own cocaine.
You guzzle it like anything you can, you love the way it tastes and you find yourself feeling a buzz under your skin that you adore. You get all jittery and erratic－how wonderful! Dying moons, you're living it up! People circle around here like they're on the bottle cusp of death, your sister mouthing a lullaby at them, hands held sweetly. She giggles at you in your dreams, you giggle with her.
Cherry wine and satire videos are mostly what you do when you aren't at a bar. You're at a bar often enough to know the ones to avoid.
Izayaki's crow over Kyoto, and you familiarize yourself with all of them. The bartenders are so nice! You make sure to slip them the money they were hoping for and get on your day with a wink and a vanishing hangover. They say their greetings and you stumble to the next one, your favorite are the ones with company. The bartender laughs with you about your job, you say that your patients always get into fights. That your boss is a traditional bastard. That you're freshly away from your family, living your life as best you can. You love the good bars and avoid the bad ones.
