ƬIMΣ BӨMB

          HE’S     SYMPATHETIC,     ALLOWING     AN     ENEMY     TO     SEE     YOU     WEAK                         is     a     position     nobody     in     their     industry     could     afford     to     be     caught     in.     especially     not     someone     like     trent.     a     former     junior     tag     champ     in     his     own     right,     a     popular    gaijin     in     the     most     popular     faction     in     new     japan.     but     he’s     still     an     outsider.     an     outsider     being     torn     apart     by     his     own     doings               --               and     hiromu     wants     to     laugh.     wants     to     poke     fun     at     his     misery.     putting     himself     between     two     people     in     chaos     who     didn’t     give     a     fuck     about     him     hurting     the     only     one     who     ever     has.     and     no     amount     of     trent     trying     to     fix     his     wrongdoings     would     ever     soothe     poor     dustin’s     broken     little     heart.     he     wants     to     laugh,     rub     insult     into     injury     and     laugh     in     his     stupid     face.     trent     is     deadweight,     and     chaos     and     everyone     else     who     surrounds     this     naive     little     idiot     is     starting     to     realize     what     he’s     known,     what     bushi’s     known,     and     it’s     going     to     be     oh     so     lonely     for     him.     how     pathetic.     ❛   oh,     don’t     cry,    ❜     he     should     be     on     the     ground,     kicking     around     flailing     limbs     while     losing     his     mind     in     laughter,     but     he     doesn’t.     not     when     he     can     have     a     front     row     seat     to     this     premature     meltdown.

          hiromu     crouches     in     front     of     trent,     foregoing     his     own     seat     to     get     right     in     trent’s     face.     staring     right     into     dark     orbs     just     brimming     with     fresh,     juicy     tears.      ❛  it’s     gonna     be     okay.   ❜      lips     curve     in     a     comforting     smile.     years     of     mindgames     and     deception     hiding     the     amusement     lingering     beneath     the     surface.     projecting     a     wholesome     image;     hiromu     reaches     out     and     gives     trent’s     noggin     a     couple     of     gentle     pats.     almost     like     he     were     a     cat.      ❛  why     are     you     sad,     trent-san?   ❜

                    ❛   𝐢   𝐚𝐦   𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫   𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭   𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚      ,

                                                               𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭   𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲  ,  𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭   𝐛𝐞   𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝  ,  𝙞'𝙢   𝙣𝙤𝙩   𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 ❜

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independent.  selective  HIROMU  TAKAHASHI       —