𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 • 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 & 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

Hanma Shuji

Walking down the street, feeling the breeze in your (s/c) skin as you close your beautiful (e/c) eyes. Your feet moving slowly, being careful. It's peaceful, I hope this lasts, you thought.

But as soon as you opened your eyes, you saw a little boy running, heading towards you. It's not like you know him or anything but you're sure that he'll gonna crash into you.

"Watch out!" The woman who seems the mother of the boy shouts. But then the boy already slammed into you causing him to fall in the ground, you were pushed back a little as you feel a sting in your legs.

"I'm sorry! I didn't m-mean to!" The boy cried when he saw the wound on your legs, crimson liquid dripping.

"That's why I told you to drop the scissor when running! Look what you've done." The boy's mother is now infront of you, helping her son to stand up then immediately rushed into you.

"Oh my, look at your wound. Let me take you to hospital. I'm really sorry." She said, panicking. You just shook your head then grabbed your handkerchief and tie it around your leg to stop it from bleeding.

"It's okay, i'll just clean it at home. Please be careful." You politely said then walk pass them. Although you feel the pain in your leg as you walk, you didn't mind it.

Since you were a child, you always attract danger. There's a time where you were playing with your doll, but then it broke and the pieces scratched your foot. Who would have thought that you'll get hurt when you're playing? Since then, your mother only bought you a plastic dolls. There's also a time when you're in the swing, moderately swinging yourself as you look above the blue-cloudy sky, ignoring other children's noises. Suddenly you heard someone scream, and before you knew it, you're in the ground, blood dripping from your head. The swing seat was broken and it's now on the ground.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you arrived at your home. Grabbing your key as you twist the doorknob, you didn't hear the click sound on the door that signifies that the once locked door, unlocks.

"Weird. I remember locking it before I went out." You whispered as you took a step inside of your apartment. You have your guard up since you knew that there is a possibility that you're in danger. Carefully walking in your room to open the lights, you tilted your head to the side as you dodge the fork that is now pinned in the wall near your face.

"Show yourself." You said in low voice. It's not that you're not scared, just a little since you got used to this stuff.

"Wow, nice reflexes." You heard a small chuckle. You move swiftly to open the light and there you saw a man, sitting in your bed. His hair is styled sideways with blonde and black locks, shinny earing on one ear, and a round eye-glass, mesmerizing golden hues behind it. You glared at him.

"What are you doing in my house?" You asked, emphasizing the word 'my'.

"Well, someone's chasing me so I decided to hide here since the door is unlocked." I guess I forgot to lock the door, you thought. You eyed his movements as he grabbed a cigar then flick his lighter, blowing smoke in the air that causes you to cough.

"Don't smoke here, put it out." You pinched your nose to avoid inhaling the smoke. He just shrugged then continued hitting the cigar.

"Are you deaf? I said put it out or just smoke outside and leave my apartment."

"Calm down, woman. Nice legs by the way, too bad it's covered with blood." He glanced at your legs as you did the same. You forgot that you had to clean the wound that you got earlier because you were distracted.

"Just leave or i'll call the police." You brushed off his comment about your legs. He chuckled again as you stood there, confused.

"You sure about that? Go ahead then." It confuses you even more. Isn't he scared? I mean they can arrest him for trespassing.