𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 , 𝘵.𝘳 :: 𝘣.𝘴.𝘥

𝘀‣𝗶𝘅

mamoru stood in the entrance of the festival, both of his hands hidden in his pockets. the two pair - emma, draken and takemichi, hina - just left to enjoy the festival.

mamoru didn't join them, the idea of fifth wheeling with them doesn't sound good for him.

mamoru looked up at the sky, seeing the clouds slowly appeared in the sky. the visible mass of liquids is enveloping the sky, and little by little the stars becomes hidden behind the clouds.

a sign that a rain - if not, a storm is approaching.

with a click of his tongue, mamoru removed his hands from his pockets. using his right hand, he combs his jet black hair, a look of annoyance overtakes his features.

fighting in such a weather is a big hassle.

sighing in defeat, mamoru walked into the festival, not caring about the snobbish people judging him for going alone in a festival. for his defense, it's not even valentine's day: so why does he needs a date for tonight?

looking around, looking for anything to cure his boredom, mamoru had once again failed to do so. he just stood there, trying his best not to yawn.

he just stood there - ignoring the looks of judgement he receives - waiting for something to happen.

his cellphone finally rang.

about time. with a smirk, mamoru answered the phone, the familiar voice of mikey welcomed him.

"murocchin, go to the parking lot behind where the festival is being held. hurry." with that order, mikey hang up.

not wasting anytime lazing around, mamoru turned around and run out of the festival. once again, ignoring all the people who's yelling at him to not run, or to watch where his going. when, he wasn't even bumping into anyone, at all?

people are weird.

mamoru arrived at the parking lot, seeing a visibly angry mikey, a beaten up draken, the 2nd division captain mitsuya and takemichi. and of course, the significant number of men in white clothing that made them look like they work for a soap factory.

black is better than white. mamoru couldn't help but roll his eyes, before speaking out loud, "what do you mean four? do i look like a normal bystander to you?" and for the first time today, mamoru had successfully done something correct.

"mamoru!" takemichi called out, happy to see another ally. mikey and draken is just as equally pleased to see mamoru in the scene, however mitsuya isn't so happy seeing him there. mamoru took notice of this and couldn't help but frown.

at the end of the day, mitsuya is still suspicious of him.

but then again, he chose this so all he can do now is to look pass that fact and make sure to beat everyone's arse.

he did not come here to play- okay, maybe he did at some point. but now seeing on how even the great draken is bloodied and injure made his jaw clenched.

sounds of approaching motorbikes snapped mamoru out of his train of thoughts, with a out of place bright smile, mamoru happily waved at the approaching members of toman. more precisely to kawata souya, whom mamoru had surprisingly managed to become well acquaintance with.

turning his gazes away from toman, whilst licking his lips hungrily, mamoru eyes the members of moebius - more specifically the acting president of moebius. mamoru's hands twitching to punch someone.

"let's play, mother fuckers."

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a little update since bungou stray dogs season four is confirmed. im happy and all, but y'all im a chuuya stan-