Mask:

She was his reflection - figuratively and literally. She and him were fundamentally the same - hair colour, eye colour, skin tone, tiny bone structure, even down to where their scars were - it all matched. However, there were subtle differences. Her eyes were slightly wider, hair longer, curlier. She was a tad bit shorter, hips a slight bit wider - the standard things you’d find on a girl who was small in just about every aspect.

Her ego was the same as his, at least - and something of note, her eyes were not quite as haunted. They lacked that dull gloss that came from years of trauma.

“You’re lonely again?” It was a warning sign to her, mostly. She did not exist - for anyone but Kano, that was. That wasn’t to say that she did not  have a conscience, or some form of intelligence attached to her. In fact, she was very smart.

Smart enough to see through his masks. Smart enough to figure him out, know how he ticked. She was just another one of his masks, after all. Everything he knew, she knew, too. And then some. She was one of those special cases where she prided herself on that.

She was kind of like his mother, in a way. She was a bit of the baby Shuuya too, though, maybe.

Small. Helpless. Unstable. She was the inside of Kano, and more. She was a number of things. So, so much.

It was only natural that she knew when to come out or not.

“Fallen angels fly quite low. But you know that, don’t you?” She reached forward to take his hand, patting the top of it gently. Really, if she wanted to, she could treat him just like their mother did. She had the capacity to do so - but in a way, she also knew that now was not the time. It would solve nothing.

_{{ K } ➤ She ruined it.}

      _{From the moment those words came out, he knew that she would not let him rest in peace. Try as he might, she would always be able to tell what he was thinking. By slapping a question mark to the end of a statement that they both knew was true… How could he possibly live with that? How could she possibly live knowing that she was perhaps the source of his stress?}

     _{No… That was not it. He was part of her. She was part of him. Even if he laughed or smiled, she would see through it in an instant and expose him. She probably meant well, sure. But the fact that she thought she could actually comfort him? Please. That was far from the truth. He would rather live a lie than have others suffer trying to help him. It was damn embarrassing to have someone play Mother, even if it was a role she was quite good at playing. He had one mother, not Tateyama-san, but his real mother. At least his real mom saw him for who he was and did not try to romanticize it. God.}

      _{At her touch, he immediately recoiled. Her hands were much warmer than his, yet the chill that resonated through his spine was hard to hide… His hands yanked away immediately, and he turned aside, diverting his vision to glare holes into the floor.}

      _{“Stop trying to make everything out to be a big deal.” Spite was evident in his voice; a spite he refused to hide. God, she just couldn’t take a joke without turning it into some big mess? He lied for a reason, and she knew that well. Couldn’t she just leave him be?}

      _{“You’re not some perfect child yourself, you know.”}

      _{…We’re both monsters.}

      _{Raised eyebrow now. Cue the sarcasm. “Oh? Was that rude of me? Oh, God, do forgive me…”}

               _{"You know I would hate to be rude to someone as high and mighty as you, Miss Know-It-All.“}

      _{The words slickly rolled off his tongue, words he did not really bother paying attention to. But even so, he hoped that they hurt enough to make her realize that her presence and help were unwanted and unnecessary. He could survive on his own just fine.}

(Source: illdeceiveyou)