three : nikagashi okura is whoever she wants to be

Nikagashi and Uta were silent for a while. Uta was thinking, a question made its way to his lips, but stayed without leaving them actually. Nikagashi waited, for Uta to say whatever he wanted to say.
He smiled and she took a notice how he smiled around her. ,,I would want to see your mask. Could I?" his smile fell dramaticly, to which she smilef right away. Her fingers crawled towards her coat, pulling something from the pocket. She giggled, pushing it towards him.
The design of her mask was somewhat alike to Utas' mask. A simple design. It had a fox ear on it's left side, with stitches on the higher part of it. It had no eyes, but two X's instead, like Utas' mask. Lines of green and grey overcrossed along the whole mask. In the right corner was a four pieced design of what Uta guessed was just an artists wish.
,,It's so.. Simple." he said. It seemed repulsive and cold. ,,But beautiful." Uta added ever so quickly. When he rose his eyes towards the girl she was smiling. The skin next to her eyes wrinkled as she smiled.
,,Under that mask." she started, taking the mask from his warm hands, ,,I can be whoever I wish to be." she laughed.
Uta fixed his posture, straighting himself in his seat. He took the edge of his sweater, staring at it as he tugged on it. ,,What is your kagonae like?" he asked, smiling. Nikagashi let out a blood freezing laugh.
,,That's bit private, Uta." she cracked three of her fingers at once. She smiled nevertheless. ,,It's silvery grey and green." her sharp features softened a bit, as she stared at the boy seated across her. She could see he was a masterpiece. His tattoos described him and never overlapped but were fitting into eachother perfectly. Each of his piercings was like a little touch onto his skin. His eyes were always black and red, hungrily ghoulish, made that way by injecting ink into them. He was a masterpiece, bottom to top. Nikagashi loved art. Uta was art.
,,You can sleep in my room." the boy said, standing up to his feet. Nikagashi stood up right away. ,,I'll sleep on the couch in my living room if you need me." he added, pulling her by hand to lead her through the dark. She knew it was just to direct her, but her skin felt electrified against his.
She stopped, and so did he feeling she was no longer walking. They were just outside the room anyway. ,,Stay here. Tonight. Please." Nikagashi said, and everything in her voice was filled with fear. He gave her a light squeeze of a hand that held her own and pulled her into the room.
Uta didn't bother to turn on the lights, but he let go of her hand. To her it felt cold. ,,I'll give you my shirt." he said coldly, going through his warderobe. ,,You're like 160? That's seventeen centimeters shorter than I, it'll be big." he said casually, throwing a shirt over to her. It was one of his usual shirts ; sleeveless, grey and a bit baggy.
Nikagashi took off her own shirt. She felt a finger passing over her back and her stitches. She pulled on Utas' shirt quickly. The knee socks she wore stayed on her feet, but the skirt was already hanging off a chair along with her shirt. The shirt reached mid her thighs.
Uta sunk in the bed beside her. ,,Why do you have stitches on your back?" he muttered, as he gave it a second thought. ,,You're a ghoul, you're suppost to heal, right?"
She chuckled lightly. ,,I grew up with humans." she explained. ,,When I was a kid, my friend who is a half ghoul told me she saw how humans get stitches. We thought if we had stitches we would be more alike to humans." a laugh left Nikagashis' lips. ,,Umani stitched all the way up my spine."
Uta wrapped his arm around himself, turning to his hip to see her face. ,,You seem scared, Nikagashi." he mumbled obliviously, yawning softly. ,,What is wrong?"
Nikagashi burried her head into the pillow. ,,Nikagashi Okura can be anyone or anything. But instead, I am nothing more than Nikagashi Okura. I put on my mask and my skin cracks and tears open. I fall away from what my path is." she sighed.
Uta couldn't help it by smile to her. ,,I like who Nikagashi Okura is, mask or no mask."

[775 words]

i've been writing the whole day with brakes.
my drawning of Nikagashi up there.
for my Umani - future-nothing.
I love you all.