𝘽𝙉𝙃𝘼 𝙓 𝘽𝙎𝘿 -----------------------------------------------------
➸𝙄𝙣 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪
➸A REALITY IN WHICH
a suicidal girl strives to become hero
right after she associated with the villains.
How ironic.
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"Victims. Victims of a transitional period of morality. That is what we both certainly are." ———————————————————————
Chuuya laid flat on his back in bed, staring up into the darkness while deep in thought. Large raindrops pelted against his window which rattled in the gusty wind.
He sighed, 'It's raining again?' he thought to himself as he rested his cheek against the cold cotton of the pillow case.
Chuuya was incredibly exhausted. Absolutely worn out. He didn't even bother to change out his attire and into some comfortable clothes. He had no energy to even lift a finger.
Chuuya and his partner, (Y/N), had been tasked a case earlier that day to kill off some organization that tampered with the League. It wasn't the Mafia's place to deal with stuff like that, but since they were associated with the League, it was their job too help them out.
The redhead rolled onto his side, allowing his eyes to adjust to the low glow coming from his window. Giant beads of water danced down his window like glass orbs. It's been raining for the past two weeks, nonstop. Not that Chuuya was complaining, he enjoyed the rain. It gave him a sense of comfort. But it still annoyed him that he couldn't really go outside to enjoy any sunlight.
Chuuya picked the dry skin on his thumb, watching the thin layer of skin fall onto his bedsheets. He blew lightly and watched the dead skin get suspended in the air, mixing with the dust particles being illuminated by the moonlight.
The mafioso heard low knocking coming from his door. However, he made no move to get up. His thoughts were preoccupied by the falling droplets of crystals that hit the glass pane. It looked so mesmerizing to him. How funny, a simple teen like Chuuya gets intrigued with little things.
Chuuya didn't realize the knocking had stopped. He paid no mind to it and analyzed the world beyond his window. He wondered when will the time come when he can finally enjoy being a kid. Enjoy the feeling of the green blades of grass run through his toes, the warmth of the sun rays against his skin, and his hair fluttering in the cool wind.
His thoughts had came to a halt once he felt the other side of his bed dip. He slowly rolled over and instantly his nose touched someone else's. He yelped and quickly sat up.
(Y/N) gave him a loopy smile. "Hello!"
Chuuya felt his face heat up. "What the—Huh?! How did you get in my room? I locked the door, twice!"
"Oh. I used one of Ane-san's hairpins to open it." She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Chuuya didn't have the energy to deal with her bullshit. He simple sighed and leaned back on his bed, ignoring the fact that (Y/N) laid besides him. "What do you want."
