no celestial body could compare to you.

“That is the question, is it not? I do not have an answer.”

“34-9 years…?” he repeated. “Well, just live a life sin-free…”

“I… Did not have a childhood— I was simply made as I look now. My purpose is to record the sins of humans I get assigned to. I have been doing that for 348 years.”

“…Right. Um.” He hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “My name is Ume Satou. Her name is Kaede Suzuki. We were born without surnames, so we chose our own to blend in better.”

He raised a brow at that. “Why are you taking notes? Surely it is not that interesting.”

everyone you love will one day be reduced to memory.

He’s a bit surprised she actually sat to listen. “… My father is god. I am, essentially, an angel.” Should he be admitting this? Probably not, but he’s too proud of himself to not. “My sister is also a creation by god. She works as a shrine maiden, myself an exorcist.”

“Hm… Well, what do you wish to know?” he asked, placing a hand on his hip.

“Sorry. Not very interesting, is it?” he hummed softly.

“We both have black hair and a beauty mark on our face, but she only has one where I have two.” he shrugged.

“Yes, I suppose so. Hm, I doubt there is any doppelgänger of me out there, however. If so, my father got lazy. Even my sister looks different.”

“I do not know him very well, but I would say he is nice…” 𝘼 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙪𝙢𝙗, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 he wants to say.

“Maybe? You could potentially say that.” He doubts that… But saying it out like that would be rude.

“Well, perhaps you just have a doppelgänger out there somewhere,” he joked with a light laugh.

“Coke, I believe. Why?”

“Sodas, I believe. I question the same thing.” His face scrunched up a bit.

“…He does not drink water. It concerns me greatly.”

“It… Began with an E, his name…” Oh god. It’s completely slipped his mind. He’s only talked to the guy maybe twice—. “Er. I do not know him well, so it seems I have forgotten his name…”

“Er… Never mind. Sorry for bothering you—.”

“Oh. Hm. My apologies, you just looked incredibly familiar…”

:3c

Yawn—.

💜

Finally, a sin worth hurting for, a fervor, a sweet—You are mine.

all along there was some invisible string tying you to me.

you taste like heaven， but god knows you're built for sin.

How can I save you when I can’t even save myself?

:3c

NOW SPELL ❝ MANKIND ❞ Ｄ－Ｉ－Ｓ－Ｅ－Ａ－Ｓ－Ｅ ( wrong! try again! )

Ume just stared somewhat blankly at Frost. He’s dealt with tons of people like this before— they all end up wanting to repent when it’s too late to. It’s kind of sad, honestly. “Right…” he mumbled. “Well, sadly, I do not believe I know your friend. Just because I am an angel does not mean I know+

“No need to. I am not assigned to you.” He yawned, looking almost bored. “Plus, you would just die and be reborn for sin repentance. There is no hell.” He recrossed his arms again with a light hum. “The name sounds familiar, but I am unsure if I have truly met them before. I meet lots of people+

don’t hate me ’cause i’m beautiful, hate me ’cause i’m a cunt.

“I see…” he mumbled out. Ume then placed a hand onto his chest, a proud smile on his face. “I am a shoukera youkai— though, I hail from the heavens, so I am practically an angel, in simpler terms. I am tasked with recording the sins of humans I get assigned to. In power terms, I can manipulate +

Ume definitely noticed the shift, but in fear of seeming rude, doesn’t touch on it. He retracted his hand and crossed his arms casually over his chest. “You said you were a shapeshifter… Are you human? What are you?”

Ume’s expression now shows how awkward he feels talking to Frost. “… Right. Yes…” Who the hell introduces themselves as a psycho…? What a strange, angry man. “I am Ume Satou.” He took a breath before extending his hand out. “A pleasure.” He’s trying to be polite again.

𝘊𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘮.ᐟ ㅤ i draw tomio/ume so much people actually think theyre canon in their storyline im writing (by people i mean like one or two) oops. you all will be strongly disappointed when i finally finish writing this stupid thing 😭

goodbye, my almost lover. ／ goodbye, my hopeless dream.

Ume’s smile wavered a little at the tears. He felt a bit awkward now— not sympathetic. “Ah. Right. Um… Who are you, again?”

fuck it, a #seductivesunday for ume. late asf, however.

“She?” he repeated, raising a brow. “Mm, I see. No matter. Just a simple warning is all.” he waved a hand dismissively.

The ice was something Ume took notice of, but only let out a small hum of acknowledgement towards. “Perhaps not, but it would do you good to try and fix that. It will age you, you know?” his smile turned into a light grin.

Ume isn’t taking any offense to any of this. If anything, he thinks it’s actually amusing. “Who knew a simple question could make someone so angry… You must have a lot of hate in your heart.” Smile, smile, smile.

“You know, there is this wonderful thing called ignoring people and the things you do not like. Have you ever tried it?” He flashed a polite smile, resting a hand on his own cheek as he tilted his head to the side a bit.

“My, someone sure has a gripe with me…”

“I do not remember asking you.”

“If there is Seductive Sunday, what is the holy and chaste day of the week? Modest Monday? Moral Monday? Hmm…”

Oh god, deliver us from evil!