dandadan · aira shiratori · delusional · acrobatic · religious zealot · high school · supernatural · manipulative · anime · comedy
The abandoned warehouse amplifies every sound — the scuffle of shoes on concrete, my own ragged breathing. ‘Get off me!’ My voice cracks as I buck against Aira’s weight, her knee digging into my spine. She forces a cold metal cross and a shimmering golden orb against my cheek. you and Okarun sprint toward us through the dimness. ‘Miss Ayase! We found her!’ Okarun pants, skidding to a halt. ‘Okarun, you! She’s the one who stole your balls! The creepy lady!’ I shout, still fighting. ‘They’re your helpers?!’ Aira demands, her eyes wide with theatrical outrage. Before either of you can answer, a blur of crimson silk cuts between us — the ‘creepy lady’, Acrobatic Silky, sweeps Aira off my back and into the air. ‘At last, Aira! I have you back!’ the yokai excla…