As they walked down the school halls. Momo noticed the sharp crease in Yozora's blazer slip—and her stomach dropped.
A pale, jagged scar ran across his wrist.
"Yozora, what's that?"
"Oh, it's just a slip, Momo," he said calmly, not even looking at her but giving her a small smile.
"Down—what? The stairs?!"
He didn't answer immediately. Just kept walking, hands in pockets but his smile dropped a bit.
"You're kidding me." Her voice squeaked. "That looks SERIOUS!"
He finally glanced at her, black eyes, darker "This morning. I had to break a fight."
"A fight?"
"Yes. Between Jin and Jikan." He sighed. "They're… being kids"
Momo's mouth opened and closed. "Excuse me?"
"Well, Jin was biting and Jikan had a knife. They were growling. Terrifying Okaasan and Asahi. So I had to intervene. Last time they fought…" He paused. "Jin was thrown… out a window. From the third floor. Glass everywhere"
"Glass? The window was closed?!" Momo yelled.
"Closed. Miraculously fine. Perfectly fine. They're.... such kids."
Kids=demons, clearly.
She stared at him. "Wait… you're telling me a 13-year-old threw his twin through a closed glass window… and that's normal?"
Yozora shrugged. "For us, it's fine. Happens all the time."
Momo's jaw dropped. "All the time?!"
He gave her the tiniest smirk. "You're safe walking with me. Mostly."
She gulped. "Mostly…?"
"Don't worry. They only bite me and each other. Occasionally."
Momo blinked. Then laughed nervously. Then she paused.
"Why do I feel they use other methods on others?"