Favorite Crime || Mikey/OC/Mitsuya

prologue

she is nothing but an empty shell—at least she believes she is, feels like it too. abuse and trauma? she feels nothing, whether the pain is her own or another's. the world through her eyes were as gray as her morals; her smile as nonexistent as her hopes and dreams.

everything is bleak. all days are a blur.

living aimlessly like always, the dark, long-haired teen finds herself stopping before his house. to be more exact, Shuji Hanma's house. no, she didn't know what she was doing there again.

"I'm pathetic," she mumbles to herself, turning around and walking away.

the tall figure on the balcony lets out a small chuckle, amused. Hanma breathes out the smoke of his cigarette with a sick grin, eyes following her as he slouches forward to hang his arms and a quarter of his upper body over the railing.

"could've used a little bit of 'ya tonight," he playfully pouts, disappointed that she didn't hesitate to turn the corner and disappear from his sight.

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she needed new pens. after a long, tiring day at school, she realized she didn't like her pens anymore. she didn't care for much but trivial things somehow always got her going.

her comfort mall was the one at the center of Tokyo. for someone who didn't like crowds, she still goes out of her way to buy the things she needed there. maybe it was something about the extra clean bathrooms that she liked. it also has complete boutiques for whatever she wanted to purchase, which only made sense since it was a big-reputationed mall in Tokyo.

knowing exactly what and where to buy, she heads for the bookstore that also sold school supplies. it took her exactly two minutes to choose a pen, and she bought three of the same brand and color—black. used to efficiency, she exits the mall after five minutes.

as she walks down her usual shortcut route, a secluded alleyway usually absent of people, she notices a group of delinquents right away. she'd know a delinquent when she sees one, or in this case, five. she doesn't stop and barely pays them a glance, not even when one of them whistled at her.

"I know a lovely place for a lovely girl like you!" one of them loudly says.

she ignores them as she continues to approach, refusing to turn around because this is her passageway; she won't mind kicking their asses if they touched her.

"oy oy, are pretty girls deaf these days?"

"hah, who does this bitch think she is?"

"oy!"

lame, she thought, passing by them nonchalantly.

before she could get any farther, she was yanked by her backpack causing her to stumble backwards. her back hits the chest of one of them, making her cringe instantly as she pushes him off in full force.

"what the fuck!" he yells, down on the pavement.

"kill that fucking bitch!"

they all approach her with obnoxious, lustful faces.

"might as well spread her legs open while we're at it," a guy who was more width than height laughs.

she scrunches her nose in disgust, looking behind her to check if they had gathered anyone's attention. they gained none, and she was slightly bummed hoping she could save herself the energy to beat them up.

"approach me and I'll kill you," she sighs, thinking about her newly bought pens inside her newly washed bag.

new things were supposed to make her life a tad bit pleasant, yet they were staining that.