Post-canon / In which Fakir and a turned-human-once-again Ahiru bond over an early morning dance practice and lament the things that have changed while trying to figure out how to move on. Because it is anything but easy to form a new identity when your old one has been taken away forcefully, for better or for worse. / Fakiru if you squint.

That was when Aki realized that she had never learned how to truly be independent and it was one of the things that frightened her most: both the thought of perhaps some day having to be alone again and the revelation that she had no idea how to do so.