a veil of silence, of grief.

      ▌▌►.  #APAREL:       Independent, selective and private Takashi Mitsuya                         from Tokyo Revengers. OC / Multimuse / Crossover friendly.

                                                             As written by Gabi. 

it’s not every day that mikey does this. unless you’re draken, and mitsuya has seen them together like a mother hen and his little blond chick — not that he’ll tell draken, not any time soon. mitsuya takes the document with a curious raised eyebrow, reading carefully the folder paper to understand what mikey wants, how and when will it happen. it’s a mission he trusts mitsuya with: to make takemichi into the first human-size shaped taiyaki.

will there be complaints? oh, there will be. most likely from said fish-shaped treat but takemichi has a big heart and he’ll understand.

after he stops crying from the sudden attack on his personal space.

yuzuha’s life has been a series of goodbyes, of staring at the front door of her cold house watching the back of those she once loved leave and never return. when she was little, as soon she was sure hakkai was peacefully asleep in his room, she used to wait on the entrance steps, warm only from the blanket she carried with her to wrap around her shoulders, hoping that night would be the night her dad would come back with her mom  (  healthy and flushed in her childish imagination, nothing like the dark bags under her eyes and her sunken cheeks that worsened with each hospital visit  )  and they’d be a happy, full family again.

it never happened. instead, she had to watch them all leave one by one: her mother, to her death. her father, to his grief. her older brother, to his karma.

she can’t let mitsuya become one of them. yuzuha stands between him and that accursed door, arms firmly crossed, nails digging into the flesh with anger and fear both.

         ‘  if you leave, you won’t be able to come back. you and i both know that. there’s no reasoning with mikey anymore. if draken couldn’t get through him, what makes you think he’ll listen to anything you have to say?  ’

(  @aparel​ !  )

he tries to smile, but the gesture feels hollow and wrong. any reasons to smile had grown less by each year, the more toman became the opposite of what it had stood for. takemichi had took more than his place, he had left them all without the heart. and now?

when mitsuya had first learned to sew ( fingers carefully wrapped with band-aids that his mother worried over ) he was no more responsible than his sisters. slightly older, sure. but he still found it unfair how he had to take care of them when other children were allowed to play and laugh in the park, how he had to make sure that luna and mana slept at the right hour and prepare their meals, how he had no one to teach him what it means to be an older brother. and still, he could never blame them, he loved them too much to throw the guilt at them. their circumstances were unfair, and his mother had apologized for the burden she had put on him so young.

mitsuya doesn’t know if it had been his choice or not, but he wanted to give his sisters the childhood he could not have. sewing a plushie had been for them and for himself, he had fancied the first attempt with great care and believed that the love he put into it gave the plush a heart. and what’s someone without it? maybe mikey would understand what it means to live with that patched-up wound.