Arc 3, Chapter 27: A Promise Once Held, A Trauma Always Shared

Carriages and bicycles passed, people talked, bricks of whites and browns shining sunlight into her eyes glaring down, blah, blah, blah, who cares?

The blonde winced her eyes shut, arms crossed and brows constantly arched down. Every possibility, everything that can happen, everything can change with every possibility that can happen.

A hat to block the Sun, a slight growl Jotou erupted, forced to face up from the light reflecting right onto her face from a damn streetlamp.

"Want to stand under here?" Hotaru called over, a blue parasol she held.

Jotou gave no glance, "Sure." Hotaru approached lending her some shade. The hairs on the back of her neck sensed the proximity of the redhead, standing closer.

'What is she doing standing so close?' Jotou finally looked to her, eyes still narrowed.

"You keep straining your eyes, they're going to start to hurt."

"Well, that's why I have a healer."

"Is that all I am?" Hotaru's ears bristled, a mild glare but a glare nonetheless.