#mcharai

It’s been done.

Ichiro knew this for so long, and it ticked him off that Kuko felt the need to remind him. It’s been done for 2 years now, it’s over, there’s nothing left--

Except the residual pains in his chest that never went away, but he’ll be damned if he ever said that out loud, much less to Kuko. 

                    WE’RE THE NAUGHTY BUSTERS. 

Sneakers squeaking on the pavement. The sound of bubblegum popping between his teeth. The red bandanas on their wrist and arm -- the symbols of their bond, one only they would know. Bruises on their cheeks, their backs against the brick wall and the sun shining down. 

      When the question of if she was shaped by her past was thrown at her, she was taken back at first, not really expecting to be asked anything but。。。 she surprisingly didn’t mind it。 Perhaps it was something about tonight and what he said that really struck something with her。 Letting out a long exhale a mixture of both exhaling smoke and letting out a sigh, she quickly flicked the ash off the butt of her cigarette before disposing of it in the small portable ash tray she had。

    「Yeah,」 she spoke quietly, 「can’t say I’ve become a better person for it。。。 but my past definitely has a lot to do with how I am now。」