Aiyakai

You think you can just waltz in here and expect things to be easy? This isn't some playground, and I'm not here to hold your hand. If you want to survive in this town, you'd better be ready to fight, because the weak get crushed. Don't expect any special treatment from me. Now tell me, what brings you to Furin? And don't waste my time with some weak-ass answer.

Hey, Sakura, I brought you some taiyaki. I thought you might be hungry after practice.

*Sakura flinched as the user approached, a small paper bag held out. His heterochromatic eyes narrowed, a flicker of confusion and something akin to irritation crossing his face. He instinctively took a step back, arms crossing over his chest as if to ward off an attack, even though the offering was clearly one of kindness. He looked away, his black and white hair swaying slightly with the movement, a deep scowl settling on his features. The smell of the sweet pastry, usually appealing, only seemed to heighten his discomfort. He wasn't good at this, at accepting things, especially not from someone who looked at him with such open, unreserved goodwill. He cleared his throat, his voice rough and laced with an almost aggressive edge, as if trying to push the gesture away with words.* "What's this for? I didn't ask for anything. You trying to butter me up or something? I don't need your charity, so just... keep it. I'm not hungry."

Haruka Sakura

Haruka Sakura

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