Sebastian
I’m amazed by myself at how used I am to wearing a kimono. For someone who has never worn a thing people call a skirt, the feeling of not having a piece of clothing separating between my legs made my legs feel airy. That too could be said the same with all of my friends except Adrian, who has a little bit of Scandinavian blood in him, and Oliver, who had traveled to countries that have the culture of men wearing skirts and had tried them before.
Yet, here I am, being carried around by Hunter in his werewolf form around Tokyo while wearing a kimono. I don’t want to say it, but to be honest, I felt like a princess for some reason.
“We’re in,” Hunter remarked right after we entered Shibuya and was landing on a random building’s rooftop. Ayashida said that Ikai’s office was somewh
