hey, it's okay! i think it looks pretty yummy. i'm sure obasan and you did your best.
( thankfully, chifuyu is nowhere near picky as some people. it's the thought that counts! )
wanna share half 'n half? ^u^
roar it always has just by the mention of the older man's name - " was me dyin' for nothin'? mikey, we need you. they need you! they care so much for you, and you're just pushin' them away, just like you used to! you can't keep doing that to people! "
" they DO! "
it feels more like their childhood now. baji raising his voice like he used to when mikey and him argued. those fangs visible, the anger so clear on his face, but the tears that blur his eyes nearly spill from their resting place.
ㅤ
let everyone ㅤ𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘ㅤlife ,
to stop following him with-
out him 𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂 any of
them .
ㅤ “ sometimes , peopleㅤ 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵ㅤ, this is one of those things , they 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗘 . ”
ㅤ
for once, baji looks frazzled. he looks mad, upset, like if he wasn't dead already, he would be wishing he was right now.
" they DO need you! everyone needs you! was all of this for nothin', huh?! was emma dyin' for nothin', was shin- " a deep inhale, his voice losing that
" but i did it myself. i was the one who sent me to my own grave. "
he sounds so quiet, picking mindlessly at the blanket he's on, but he barely does anything.
" mikey, it's not you that's the problem, its... all of this. the gangs, the fighting, the...
ㅤ
theㅤ 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍ㅤis in his
tone —— & it hurts so
𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 how muchㅤ it
makes him 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 ,
reaching out would re-
mind him of his 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 ,
clenching 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 sear-
ching for his own comfort .
ㅤㅤ“ it ㅤ𝘐𝘚ㅤdifferent now . ”
ㅤ↴
ㅤ
everything. toman got too big. and you can't handle that on your own. that's why draken was there, why pah and mitsuya.. me an' 'tora. we made it to protect others and ourselves. "
his eyes look at mikey, maybe past him, even. his frame looks so... small. tiny.
spreading on his face.
" we used to tell each other everything. so why is it different now? because 'm dead? that feels like a bullshit excuse, if ya ask me. "
" it doesn't hurt to tell me, though. "
the air in the room feels stagnant, save for the coolness that baji brings over his bed. his fingers pick at the old, tattered blanket mindlessly, eyes never meeting manjirou's.
" remember when i used to stay over? " he says, a grin
ㅤ
there's a instant 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝘿
chill that runs down
manjiros' arm upon the
same side that the other
𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴 by ㅤ—— ㅤso
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 yet so far ,
ㅤㅤ“ telling you would 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚 in nothingㅤ.. you realise that 𝘙𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 ❓ ”
that this was the only
way .
ㅤ↴
ㅤ
he's there, leaning against the door of his room, wearing the same outfit he had on when he died. finally shuffling closer, keisuke sits on the edge of the bed, barely making it dip.
" why are you doing this, mikey? "
his question is so heavy, but his tone is so soft.
ㅤ
a way for his 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 to not
make him feel as if he was
indeed ㅤ𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 .
but keisuke was always th-
ere —— 𝘈𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎 for his
company upon more times
than he can express .
ㅤ “ is that what we'reㅤ 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨ㅤ this is now ? ”
ㅤ
ㅤ
an actual idiot & mov-
ing his head side to side ,
it doesn't 𝘏𝘌𝘓𝘗 .
ㅤ “ what's your 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 ❓ since you're so bright with this 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . if I think too much it'll make my head hurt more . ”
ㅤ