Steam floated lazily above the women's bath, and under the faint lantern light. Faint laughter spread through the walls.
A man crouched outside of it. Middle-aged with greasy hair and darting eyes. He stacked two stools, then another, breath wheezing with excitement. Just one more inch and he'd see.
The wood creaked under his weight.
He licked his lips. "Just a peek…" he whispered.
Something moved behind him.
The air shifted. Cold. Heavy. Wrong.
The man froze, sensing it before he turned. Slowly, he looked over his shoulder.
A boy stood there, maybe seventeen. Still, calm.
"Nice view?" Yozora asked.
The man blinked, confused. "Wh—who are you—"
Yozora stepped forward. His smile didn't reach his eyes. Because his pupils… weren't eyes at all.
They were black. Pure, empty voids.
The man dropped the stool. The sound echoed through the mist.
Yozora tilted his head. "You shouldn't have looked."
The lantern flickered once—
—and went out.