The Black Dragon… He can feel the Black Dragon. They're close. Closer than the Green Dragon. "Kija, how are you feeling?" Yona's calling him. But all he can think is— "Black…" His voice is still deep with sleep. He's surprised it hasn't cracked at the first word, "I sense… Kokuryū…" (?/OC)

"Do you know the name you had before you became Haru?" I jump, spinning and placing a hand on my lower back to pull my tantō— But there's no tantō there. I am not Miura Haru here. "Hello," Mukuro says, and he smiles. I think it's supposed to be a pleasant smile, but it makes a shiver run up my spine instead. "I don't know." I reply. "You're a terrible liar." He says. (?/SIHaru)

"You know I would've been happy being a sidekick," I say, and it sounds like I'm crying. But the tears haven't fallen yet, "I would've been happy being his sidekick if it meant I was with him. If it meant I was there and supporting him. Pro—" My voice cracks, and I swallow it. I inhale shakily, and try again, "If it meant protecting him…" But I can't. My brother is dead. (?/OC)

"Don't kids your age usually ask for help instead of figuring out how to do things themselves?" I don't know how to answer him. "I guess…" I say, and I'm still speaking to him in the politest tone I could muster, "I hadn't considered asking for help…" To me… asking for help wasn't something I had ever thought to do. (Slow Burn) (?/OC)

"Tachibana-san," I sighed, hoping I hadn't knocked him out. I lifted him by the collar, his head lolling but eyes meeting mine. He was barely conscious then. "I would extremely appreciate it if you didn't call my friends derogatory names." I smiled, knowing the feral look wouldn't normally shake him but it was the fact that I had Kyōya on my side that gave it it's extra push (?/OC)