[He's walked past Raidou's door a few times, glancing at it from the peripheral of his vision. Asking him what's wrong would be easy, but why waste the time when he knows the answer. The shit they went through last month fucked most of them up. Mostly in their own strength and ability to handle these threats.
This time, rather than the people they were supposed to protect damning them for "abandoning" them, the people themselves were the damned and almost slaughtered the Outsiders' companions and friends. And they couldn't do a damn thing about it until the final night broke open. Unleashing their own worst sides. Rage, revenge, failure, pain, bitterness, loss, all of it enough to make too many of them doubt themselves all over again.
Katsuki knew Raidou had been dealing with these things for a long time. What he saw from his friend in the gloom of the castle and learned about later still makes his blood run cold. Not that Raidou was capable of such things, he always knew he could, but that Raidou has to endure the knowledge he fell into that state, did those things, returned... No, he doesn't ask what's wrong.
There's no greeting. No words. Katsuki simply settles into a stand beside Raidou under the tree. Fiery colors occasionally spindle downward around them, fall nudging the tree to loose its boughs of garnet, citrine, topaz one to three at a time. When Raidou offers the tray of takoyak, Katsuki sticks a toothpick in one to sample it, before hinging his arm in offering of sliced daigaku imo.]
▶ 003. YOKAI PARADE
This time, rather than the people they were supposed to protect damning them for "abandoning" them, the people themselves were the damned and almost slaughtered the Outsiders' companions and friends. And they couldn't do a damn thing about it until the final night broke open. Unleashing their own worst sides. Rage, revenge, failure, pain, bitterness, loss, all of it enough to make too many of them doubt themselves all over again.
Katsuki knew Raidou had been dealing with these things for a long time. What he saw from his friend in the gloom of the castle and learned about later still makes his blood run cold. Not that Raidou was capable of such things, he always knew he could, but that Raidou has to endure the knowledge he fell into that state, did those things, returned... No, he doesn't ask what's wrong.
There's no greeting. No words. Katsuki simply settles into a stand beside Raidou under the tree. Fiery colors occasionally spindle downward around them, fall nudging the tree to loose its boughs of garnet, citrine, topaz one to three at a time. When Raidou offers the tray of takoyak, Katsuki sticks a toothpick in one to sample it, before hinging his arm in offering of sliced daigaku imo.]