Apologies for angst. Okay, not really. 😉
Mizurou’s heart feels electrocuted. He can only stare at the girl who removed her phoenix mask.
You.
Suzuya eyes her with suspicion. Mizurou clearly knows her. So how…
His heart thuds as Mizurou’s face flushes. This is the infamous ex-girlfriend Mizurou still cries for at night.
She’s pretty, and innocent-looking for a ghoul.
“You,” Mizurou whispers, stepping forward.
“Now you know why I broke up with you!” she blurts out, hurting him before she can be hurt. Isn’t that always her way? Isn’t that why she broke up with him?
Mizurou’s words stick in his throat. He wants to assure her that she could have told him, that he wouldn’t have cared, but look at him. He just participated in the slaughter of children because they were ghouls.
His words are meaningless.
“Fuck you, Mizurou,” she whispers, tears in her eyes.
“Fuck you, [name],” he retorts, hating himself for his lame response and certainly not for his sins.
She files off somewhere else, and Mizurou’s left with his squad. Alone. Forever without her.
But when they both assigned to demolish the kagune monsters, and he finds himself dancing a dance of death around her, memories overwhelm him. And he can tell from her eyes that she remembers, too.
“Can we talk?” he blurts out. “When this is over?”
“I think talking when this is over is the best idea,” she replies quietly, with a small smile.
A monster lunges at Mizurou, and she runs it through with her rinkaku.