Whether he crept or just straight up walked towards the younger, he could always tell it was this dumbass. Not only could he sense him, but as time went on Akio learned of his footsteps. Somehow it seemed that no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t escape the elder’s demands. There was only one way to solve this problem… Pain. Right as Myth touched his sides, his hidden blade ejected, stabbing the older right through his neck. It seemed that every encounter always ended like this…

“Shiiinnnyyyaaa~ The anons are being dirty! They want me to fuck you~” He teased.

Akio sat silently on the steps of his home. He’d been trying to avoid everyone since he knew it was his birthday. There was nothing more he hated than birthday wishes… Well, he hated pretty much everything so I guess that was a lie…

Akio wasn’t one to ask for Christmas presents. There wasn’t much that the child wanted. Just living was good enough for him. Glancing over at Shinya from the kitchen table, Akio just stood and watched. The raven had been working on his homework for the past hour. It wasn’t that he was struggling it was more or less that he kept getting distracted by everything. Akio desperately tried to hide all his bruises and cuts on his face from everyone. His job was harder than he thought. Was power something you could get for Christmas?

The Raven thought nothing of his actions. Wasn’t it normal for a kouhai to spend time with his senpai? After all, Shinya was the one who taught him pretty much everything he knew. Not noticing the silver-haired being anxious around the younger male, Akio continued to observe the older. Getting slightly flustered when Shinya finished a page before he did, a small noise escaped the small space between his soft, parted lips as he turned the pages quickly. Nonetheless, he pushed forward attempting to endure the fury of the stronger and well educated older male. One of the things Akio loathed the most about Shinya was the fact that he’d never get even close to surpassing the silver-haired male. He also made it seem like he resented Shinya but honestly, he was just afraid of the other.

It grew quite awkward before the older raven acted. Dodger stared at Akio, Akio stared back, and so on. They could probably stare at each other for hours. Not a word was shared between the two until the smaller raven felt a small, tingly, not too bad but a still pain, from the older’s large fingers, pulling his rather petite cheeks. An odd face was made from Akio when he realized Dodger was pulling his cheeks in a mocking way. Well, at least Akio took it that way. Especially since the older male literally had to bend over just to reach the smaller. Akio seemed rather angry, throwing his arms up and down he complained. Never comment about his height…

The raven decided he’d practice his sword skills instead of always using his hidden blade. Guren always encourages him to try new things. Usually, Akio would disagree but Guren said it would help him become a better assassin, so of course, he’d say yes. So, there he was. Practicing his sword skills. There wasn’t anything special about the sword, it wasn’t even a cursed gear. Beads of sweat trailed from his jawline to his neck. Instead of his usual suit, he wore a plain yukata that hung off his one shoulder. Bandages covered any bare skin. Hearing the smaller girls voice he turned back, just in time to get jumped by her. Holding his arms out he caught the girl instead of dropping her. His eyes widened as she startled him slightly. Akio could hear her footsteps behind him, but he never expected her to jump on him during training. His arms not fully around her, he spoke.