2 Works in Akatoki no Yami
Afterwards, it's like being struck deaf and dumb and mute, like an ittan-momen has wrapped itself around his head and is smothering him slowly, like if he only tried hard enough, struggled through the suffocating layers, he could perhaps catch a glimmer, hear a murmur, remember something, sense anything... but he can't remember what he is supposed to see, what he is failing to hear, and no one will answer his cries. Yorimichi is only a child, and he has lost all the senses that mattered to him.
“You look like the sort of person who enjoys tales.” Haruaki gave him a sidelong glance, golden fox-eyes gleaming. “Maybe you’ll enjoy this one.”