How Benevolent The Gods Were.

Surely they favored someone like Osaragi after you stumbled into her life. She’d found herself praying at an altar, just minutes before she met you. The person who’d taken her breath at the very first sight, the one who had ever cracked that stoic facade with rare laughter that she hadn’t heard herself. It was far too long since Osaragi known trivial emotions such as these. They weren’t fit for someone with her occupation; which is what she was so secretive about.

Which is what you were so painfully persistent about. You didn’t need to know what she did for her work, all you needed to know was that you were cared for by her. Loved. And you just had to be so observant, to the point where you had noticed things from afar that she hadn’t. Osaragi did everything she could to shield your eyes from the bloodshed, your poor little eyes didn’t need to witness those things.

“I promise you there’s nothing going on.” Osaragi comforted you on a dimly moonlit night, the rays of it creating a peaceful atmosphere as her arms wrapped around your waist, your back on her stomach whilst you two laid on her large and luxurious bed. The feeling of your warmth in her arms was a stark contrast to the constant cold corpses she’d felt.

“You needn’t worry a thing, dear.” She assured you with that same stoic yet singsong tone of hers, desperately hoping you’d drop the subject. She couldn’t remember the last time she left things to chance due to her usually being in control of her situations.