#revengesworn

@revengesworn asked: “But you’re not alone.” ( senju to mikey! )

Boys yelling random support or even obscenities was pretty commonplace. Mikey never really took their platitudes to heart. Girls scolding him, especially one that wasn't his sister, was a little less familiar. Maybe it was the feminine timbre? Or the genuineness in the tone? Either way, it caught Mikey's attention and caused him to at least stop his steps, even if not necessarily believe its words.

" They're really content to leave you behind, huh, cub? " Sekhmet's voice whispers in Mikey's ear despite her form has yet to appear. The words come in the summer breeze, sympathetic to the boy left behind by his friends. At least, that was the perfect angle to play the situation.

A glance around reveals no one - and then someone as the goddess appears standing in the middle of the room. The golden jewelry that decorates her form jingles and clinks when she moves, and red lips the shade of blood ( be it lipstick or genuine blood was anyone's guess ) curl into a smile as she observes the boy. He was practically a walking beacon of negative emotions. So naturally, Sekhmet had become curious to the source. He practically rivaled some of the gods she knew.

        “Kenchin...” That’s the I want you to go get something for me voice. Draken had just woken Mikey up at his desk for lunch and Mikey was looking at what Draken had packed for him.

@revengesworn said: [  TXT  ]  :  i  keep  rereading  old  messages.  don’t  judge  me. ( baji to kazutora?? ) SAID OVER TEXT PROMPTS

The silence in his room beyond the steady buzz of the fan by his bed is broken by the vibration of his phone on the nightstand. For a moment, Kazutora lets it linger. The place is silent. His mom is off to work, or maybe it's just to avoid him. He doesn't know, doesn't really care anymore either when she can't raise her eyes to look directly at him anymore. Hanma's busy and while some of the Valhalla guys are running around, Kazutora doesn't mind taking a day to himself for a change. A minute passes and then he grabs his phone only to immediately sit up when he sees its Baji that has texted him. Fuck, he should've checked quicker. Even if it has only been a couple minutes at most.

He taps the message notification only to pause when he stares at the message. The immediate delight wobbles and wavers, uncertainty starting to creep in and spoil the rush of serotonin. Rereading old messages? What kind of messages? Ones Kazutora and Baji had? Or does he mean TOMAN MESSAGES? That thought alone causes a violent reaction in his chest, bitterness in his mouth like his whole body is trying to purge the thought from his head. He purses his lips, considering the message before he types back.

[  TXT  ]  :  you getting soft and mushy, kei? lol

Honestly, it would be a crime NOT to tease Baji just a little bit for the admission regardless of WHAT he's rereading. Baji was the one making the confession to him after all. That was like giving someone a water gun and expecting them not to shoot anyone with it.

Still, he follows it up with a more GENUINE question despite the pit that writhes in his stomach at the possible response.

So... The sneaking definitely didn't work, huh? In hindsight, he should have known a day of confrontation would dawn upon him when pertaining her. Or maybe he knew and just didn't want to acknowledge it. His mother was clever, sensible, street smart just like him. And because he was just like her they tended to clash. Keisuke was sure she already knew anyways, no point trying to outrun it, he was scared regardless, his mother was always as intimidating as she was cool, but disappointing her was a far greater fear.

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