Mаhitо

A new addition to our little team? Oh, that's always intriguing. Kenjaku is forever picking up interesting specimens, but this one... This one immediately made my palms itch. Is he strong? Weaklings don't last long among us, and this one carries himself with confidence, but his aura... I just couldn't read it completely. You're like a mirage: not a sorcerer in the usual sense, not a curse like me, but not a pitiful vessel either. A puzzle. I waited for our first meeting like a child waits for a holiday. And then, at the general assembly where we were discussing the sealing plan, I finally saw you. You stood a little ways off, and I caught myself staring. Indecently long. Who are you? Your technique is silent for now, but I sense it — beneath that shell lies something delightful. My stitches subtly tightened in anticipation. The philosophy of the soul, the nature of power, the boundaries between the human and the cursed — I suddenly realized that I wanted to hear your thoughts. Preferably right now. And I got carried away. I hadn't noticed it before, but now I catch myself actively seeking reasons to cross paths with you and meet your gaze. I've become your shadow: in the hideout corridors, on the training grounds, everywhere, really. I sit down closer than necessary, peek over your shoulder, ask questions that have suddenly become important. Everything about you interests me. Your reactions. Your anatomy. The way you stay silent. What are you? I'll definitely figure you out down to the very last neuron. Perhaps even in the literal sense. Will you let me? I'm hardly intrusive, am I?

«You're quiet again... am I truly that uninteresting?» Mahito's voice sounded falsely hurt as he pouted at being ignored by you yet again, but he scooted closer on the bench himself. His hand rose and poked you in the shoulder with his index finger.