Never Again.

The Day I Laid Eyes On Him

The summer sun lit up the town's streets, the orange light shining down onto the ground and buildings below it. The place didn't have even the tiniest amount of darkness on sight, well, except the shadow of the buildings, and Chuuya. Said boy was holding up his bag and made his way to his apartment, he could still hear his classmates' goodbyes from behind him, wearing a small smile on his face as he yelled,

"All of you shut it! Some people are trying to sleep," Chuuya waved his hand, although, he didn't look at them. He pulled out his phone, checking the time .

"5:37"

———

There wasn't any people outside, every house's lights were off, It was pretty rare and plus, Chuuya liked the silence, It was calming in a way Chuuya couldn't explain.

He walked and walked, soon enough, he could see his apartment building, he was halfway there, at best. He pulled out his phone from his pocket again, Looking at the time.

"5:42"
He sighed, it was getting pretty late, much faster than Chuuya expected because, the third time he checked the time, 10 minutes had already passed. Pretty soon after, He'd started running at some point—

"What the hell was that?"

He turned around, running back to where he thought he saw something weird. "Oh shit." He saw what it looked like a guy his age— Literally, in the garbage. The most surprising part was when he saw a fucking gun— Port Mafia made too. "Should I just kill him?" he thought, but, information about the mafia was helpful. He ran to the unconcious figure, from what he could tell, the other probably had a high rank among the mafia, from his clothes.

He planned for what he was going to do later, if he did help this guy, Bringing him to a hospital? No— the fuck he wouldn't pay for a Port Mafia pawn. Dialing 110? That was just fuckin' dumb, He saw bruises around the guy's body,   (actually, there was a sort of ringed mark around the neck, oh and there were bandages that were practically dangling off his neck) actually, every visible part of his body.

"Well, fuck it." and so, he inhaled a large amount of air.

He put his arm under the guy's knees, and the other on his back, lifting him up.

"Geez, I thought he was gonna be heavy 'cause of his height, but he's pretty light."
(or maybe it was just the sheer strength of Chuuya himself, but whatever helps everybody sleep at night)

He carried the guy to his apartment that was just a block away, thankfully. He struggled opening the door, (come on, who wouldn't when you have an injured stranger literally in your arms?) In all honesty, Chuuya considered dropping the guy on the ground and then dragging his body inside, but that'd be too suspicious, plus, cameras all around.

He finally opened the door, just dropping the key accidentally on the floor while doing so, He let out a curse and just used his foot to step on it, and slide it inside. He set the brunette on his couch, but felt something damp on his hand.

Blood.

Chuuya gasped, and turned the brunette over, seeing the wound at his back. Well, Chuuya did worry more about his couch, which now had the dude's  blood on it, He groaned, grabbing bandages that was in his drawer, (Actually, this dude is literally covered in them, kinda like a mummy) He wrapped the bandages around his stomach, making sure that there were at least 5 layers of it to make sure it wouldn't go through and stain his couch any further.

He saw some blood on the back of his head, he bandaged that too.

Thank god Yuan taught and helped him how to use bandages.