in the name of havin fun

She nods seeming to except that, "Ah a wanderer. I see"

Asa offered a small, almost imperceptible shrug, unsure how to respond. The word "wanderer" felt too fitting, but she didn't want to dive into that.

"Something like that," she mumbled, her gaze flickering away again. She felt oddly self-conscious under the other girl’s attention.

She forced a soft smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

She tilts her head, "Are you ok?"

Asa stiffened at the question, her heart skipping a beat. She wasn’t used to being asked that, let alone by someone she’d just met.

"I’m fine," she replied quickly, too quickly. "Just tired."

The words felt hollow, but she couldn’t bring herself to say more. She forced her gaze downward, fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve.

She sits down next to her, "you don't seem fine. Are you sick?" She puts a hand on Asa's to see if she's running a fever

Asa flinched at the sudden touch, her body tensing as the hand landed on hers. Her heart raced, and she quickly pulled her hand away, her eyes wide with surprise.

"I’m not sick," she murmured, trying to hide the discomfort in her voice. "Just... not feeling great today."

She shifted uncomfortably on the bench, avoiding the girl's gaze. The sudden kindness felt like too much—too close.

She quickly moves her hand back, "Sorry! I should have asked first"

Asa’s eyes flicked nervously to the side as the girl quickly pulled her hand back. She sighed softly, grateful for the space but still feeling awkward.

"It’s fine," Asa muttered quietly. "I just don’t like being touched."

Suddenly, Yoru’s voice echoed in her mind, dripping with sarcasm.
"Such a pity. You're just one giant bundle of awkward, aren’t you?"

Asa clenched her jaw, shooting a quick glare at the empty air beside her.
"Shut up, Yoru."

She didn’t dare look at yoru, hoping the conversation would move on.

She tilts her head, "Yoru? Who's that?"

Asa’s body suddenly went rigid, and her eyes darkened. The shift was immediate—her usual unease replaced by cold confidence. A cruel smile tugged at her lips, and the scars above her nose and cheek glinted as Yoru fully took control.

"I’ll speak for her, since she’s too shy," Yoru’s voice rang out from Asa’s mouth, smooth and mocking. Her eyes, red and intense, fixed on the girl beside them. "The name’s Yoru, the War Devil. I’m currently sharing this body with her. You see, she was dead once... until I brought her back. Now, we’re... partners, I suppose."

Yoru’s smirk widened, eyes glinting with a cruel amusement.
"She doesn't have much say in the matter, but don’t worry—she’ll be fine. She’s just a little... quiet."

Asa’s presence could be felt, but Yoru’s hold was firm, and the girl could sense the frustration rising in Asa’s mind, though she remained silent.

Her eyes widen for a moment then she calms down and gives a nod, "Ok then. No need to mean to her, dieing is a traumatic thing for a person."

Yoru's eyes flickered with amusement as she tilted her head, still smirking.

"Oh? How considerate," Yoru’s voice was dripping with sarcasm, but she chuckled lightly, the scar on her cheek pulling slightly with the expression. "I suppose you're right. Dying is traumatic. Not that she remembers much of it."

She paused, letting the words hang in the air for a moment before adding with a smirk,
"But I’m not here to coddle her. She’ll get used to it... eventually."

Yoru’s gaze softened for a brief second, before returning to its usual cold amusement.
"But I’ll give you this: She’s lucky to have someone like you care about her."

She tilts her head with a raised eyebrow

Asa’s eyes blinked rapidly, the overwhelming cold presence of Yoru slipping away as she regained control of her body. Her posture softened, and the smirk that had previously held her face now faded into the usual quiet uncertainty.

"Sorry about that," Asa muttered, her voice quiet and shaky.

"It's ok Asa no need to apologize" she past Asa's head

Asa let out a small, relieved breath, her shoulders relaxing a little as the girl reassured her.

"Thanks," she murmured, her gaze drifting downward, unable to meet the girl’s eyes for too long. The warmth of the sun felt comforting now, grounding her.

She fidgeted with her sleeves again, her nerves slowly settling.
"It’s just... a lot sometimes, you know?"

The quiet was welcome, and Asa was grateful for the kindness, even if she couldn’t quite bring herself to fully open up.

She nods and pulls out her flute again and starts to play a calming song

Asa watches Wolfie with a quiet appreciation as she starts playing, the soft melody filling the air.

"That sounds really nice," she mutters, her voice barely above a whisper.

She smiles and puts the flute down, "Thanks my cousin taught it to me."

Asa nods, her expression softening.

"That’s really cool. You’re lucky to have someone like that."