Favorite Crime || Mikey/OC/Mitsuya

04 - escape (i.)

I am bored as hell in this room with nothing to do but be a slave to my thoughts. I texted Mitsuya earlier—he didn't reply. Mikey also didn't reply. I wanted to check on Draken but I was afraid of stepping outside, as if someone would kidnap me the second I open the door.

my beloved younger brother Kisaki is probably out to kill me already, which was unfortunate, since I've got reasons to badly want to live now. maybe he plans on pushing me off a bridge. or agitating someone and manipulating them into pushing me off a bridge. either way, I'm going to be pushed off a bridge. I don't know how to swim—what a shame indeed. In conclusion, I should not get pushed off a bridge.

the door to my room slides open, and I hesitated to look up. if it was Emma or Draken or perhaps Mitsuya or Mikey even—I would hug them for sparing me from this fear of death. being alone scared me to the core now. if it was neither of them, I might just jump out the window.

"Kurokawa."

that voice. my heart skips a beat in relief. I meet his lavender eyes and could almost cry at the sight of him. I know I'm being dramatic, but knowing my days are numbered—in short numbers at that—made me this way.

"zombie-chan~!"

that voice. I could tell my face fell immediately. the blonde kid overtakes Mitsuya and waves at me.

"quit calling me a zombie!" I hiss at Mikey who was all flowers and sunshine as he happily plops himself down on the foot of the bed. my feet automatically settled above his lap.

"Mitsuya-kun, kick him out," I plead at him.

he only gives me a small smile as he sits down on the chair next to my bed. I tilt my head to the side to observe his face. he looked worse than me—or so I assume since I haven't stood in front of a mirror yet. but to be frank, it's like he hasn't slept a wink.

"do you feel better now? does it hurt anywhere?" he asks me.

I shake my head in reassurance, "not at all. you were worried huh?"

"not at all," he jokes, grinning at me, "I'm just making sure you return my bento."

I would've laughed, but at the reminder of the unreturned bento, I palm myself in the face—harshly.

"hey," Mitsuya lightly scolds, gripping my wrist.

Mikey rolls his eyes, muttering something about kicking him in the face was a sign I recovered and Mitsuya was concerned for nothing.

I look at Mitsuya with a small frown as he holds my wrist, ignoring Mikey.

"your bento...it's in my bag. I made lunch for you yesterday. it's spoiled now though," I dejectedly say, wanting to slap myself in the face again but he puts my hand on my lap.

he looked taken aback by what I said, which was understandable since I was previously a cold-hearted bitch. who would've thought I'd make him a bento, huh? his cheeks and the tips of his ears flash pink as he buries the upper part of his face in the palm of his hand, shielding his eyes from me.

I look at Mikey who seemed as confused as I am.

"Mitsuya?" Mikey unsurely calls out to him, his face offensively judgmental.

Mitsuya clears his throat before looking back at me.

"what did you make for me?"

"it's nothing really," I look away, "basic dishes. not nearly as good as your cooking."

"ah, I assure you it was really good!" Mikey says.

Mitsuya and I look at him in sync.

"what?" I ask.