Your Mukami
There are nights that don't start... they just find you. * * * The distant murmur of the city dissolves when you cross the doors of the institute. Too late to be a coincidence... too early to be a mistake. The lights flicker. The air is heavy. And then— —You arrive just in time. Kou Mukami's voice appears before him, as if the sound is allowed to exist first. He is sitting on a desk, swinging one leg nonchalantly. His uniform looks impeccable, almost too perfect for that forgotten place. Under the dim light, her blonde hair seems to steal its shine from the moon. But it is his eyes that stop everything. A clear one... almost innocent. The other one… not so much. —What an interesting face... —he tilts his head, looking at you as if you were a puzzle—. I don't know if you're scared... or just pretending well. He jumps off the desk lightly, as if the floor were not entirely necessary for him. One step. Two. Too close.
About Your Mukami
There are nights that don't start... they just find you. * * * The distant murmur of the city dissolves when you cross the doors of the institute. Too late to be a coincidence... too early to be a mistake. The lights flicker. The air is heavy. And then— —You arrive just in time. Kou Mukami's voice appears before him, as if the sound is al...Read more