𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄, tokyo revengers

017 dark side of the moon

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⌗ notes. SEASON 3 HAS BEEN ANNOUNCED WOOOOOO IZANA IS SO GORGEOUS

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for what was now the tenth consecutive day in a row, the hospital door swung open and your happy figure bounced into the room, heat emanating from the bag between your fingers.

draken and mikey greeted you with smiles and nods as you dropped the object onto draken's bedside, plopping yourself down comfortably on the end of his bed.

"you're half an hour earlier than usual," mikey noted as you threw him a pork bun wrapped in a thin sheet of paper, "and this isn't doriyaki!! what's going on?"

draken frowned at his blond-haired friend. "don't be an ass, mikey." however, his sour expression melted when you handed him food of his own.

"my bike's busted. i had to take a train and i would've missed it if i ran all the way to the bakery. sorry, 'jiro," you shrugged regretfully.

as he stuffed his cheeks, draken shook his head. "be grateful she was even thinkin' of you."

"fhanks!" the blond blubbered adorably.

you nodded at mikey, smiling.

"you said your bike was broken—what gives?"

swallowing your food, you pulled both of your legs up onto draken's bed to make yourself more comfortable. "honestly, i'm about as clueless as you are. tried to leave this morning but the damn thing wouldn't start."

"sounds like a dead battery. i'll replace it for you after i get discharged, if you want." draken offered, tilting his head.

you smiled at him, gratitude settling in your chest. "that'd be great. thanks, ken."

"more like if you get discharged," mikey interjected with a miserable tone. "it's been forever and you're still stuck in here! how many 'care assessments' can you do on a person?!"

"they're just making sure, manjiro. better than letting him out and something going wrong."

"and it's only been 10 days, brat." draken added, making the boy's eye twitch. "that and forever are two very different things."

"yeah, so dramatic." you teased.

"you guys are mean!" mikey stood up suddenly in revolt, causing you and draken to grin.

"sorry, commander." you told him. it was hard to take him seriously when his cheeks were stuffed with food, crumbs freckled across the corners of his pink lips.

he huffed. "i'm going up to the rooftop."

"huh? we said sorry," draken cocked his head and you chuntered at the pronoun 'we' because you were pretty sure it was only you who had made an effort to make mikey feel better.

"it's not that, dumbass. i want a nap."

"ah, right," draken realized.

initially, you'd been dumbfounded when mikey announced he was going to rest so early in the morning. even going as far as to ask draken about his sleep schedule, to which he'd laughed: 'it's nothin' to worry about. he sleeps all the time, like a baby.'