𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬. - 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 {✓}

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟'𝐬.

at first glance, you might think that kurokawa izana's term for the word 'fun' is violence.

you're right, of course. for someone who grew up in an orphanage and found out some crazy stuff about his past when he grew older, it's surprising that he isn't an international criminal.

hitto y/n thought that too, wondering if the male knew anything other than the usual fighting and possible murders- she tried to read his thoughts but passed out halfway, knowing that it'll take her hours to crack his mind open.

so whenever the two teenagers would be out, doing things whatever teenagers would normally do, she'll try to see if something would catch his interest and find out how this guy has his fun.

but... all she saw is him punching someone in the face because they bumped into him and spilled their drink on his coat- and that one time where he stole a kid's lollipop when he thought she wasn't looking.

this guy is more dangerous than she thought he was.

"stay still or i'll pluck your brows out."

well, not today at least.

the two teenagers are seen sitting face to face on the living room floor of the hitto residence, hair tied up and faces coated with different colored clay masks.

how did he end up here? well, he thought that since today is saturday, she'll want to go out shopping again. when he got to their apartment, however, he saw the girl half-asleep, sitting in front of her television as a blanket covered her entire body.

to be honest, she reminded him of that homeless person that he used to steal from.

don't get him wrong, she's always like this whenever he visits and would always drag her out of her couch like a ragdoll and throw her inside of their shower, and goes to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

that stuff didn't go as planned.

instead, the moment that he went near her territory, he was immediately dragged to sit beside her as she thrust multiple packs of chips and a bottle of soda towards him and said, 'it's a saturday, we're having a fucking day off.'

izana knows what days off's are, he just doesn't care to take one because... why take a break when you can do everything at once and die of exhaustion later?

wasting time on things like... skincare and whatever they're doing right now is utterly useless. he could've used the time she took putting on his clay mask in like, killing people or whatever.

but here he is, sitting crossed-legged in front of her as the (h/c) haired girl shapes out his brows.

he doesn't know what's happening nor does he like it.

"why are we even doing this? i could've attended my meeting if it weren't for-"

"even leaders need to take a break sometimes. so hush and sit still, i'm almost done anyways."

in a way, she is right.

it's always been him who's leading tenjiku and ordering his men around because they still need to be scolded in order to move- and it's exhausting.

imagine having to tell the same instructions twice to someone who's legit standing beside you. their idiocracy is stressful, no?

purple eyes studied the way on how her tongue would poke at her cheeks in a form of concentration, noticing that her hand isn't the most steady of them all as he tried not to punch her when she plucked another hair.

with a satisfied grin, y/n leaned back as she admired her beautiful masterpiece.

pink and blue hair-ties on his hair... a green face mask and some serum to treat his eyebags- he's like the little sister that she never had!

"now you'll look fabulous even when you're beating people to death."

"what's that supposed to mean?" she ignored him, shrugging as she turned her attention back towards the television, noticing that it wasn't time to wash their masks off yet.

hitto y/n really is a strange girl, even on the inside. no matter how many times he tried to pry open that brain of hers, it'll always be too messy for him to understand what's going on.

an enigma- that's what she is.

"i know how stressed you are with all your gangly stuff... so i took it upon myself to give my servant the rest that he needs." of course she needs to throw the fact that he's her servant around like a damned ball.

izana doesn't really know the importance of self-care and why everyone does it, and neither does the author- both of them would rather work their ass out than sit here and watch whatever series this girl is watching.

there are so many things to do, so many people to beat up, why would he waste all of that time just to sit there and be pretty?

he's a delinquent for fucks sake, he doesn't need it when he'll get blood on his face by the end of the day anyways.

"you're just wasting your time. you could be at the mall, first in line but no, you chose to sit here and put cement on your face?" this caused y/n to choke on her soda, trying to calm herself down as she let out a chuckle.

"first of all, it's not cement- it's a beauty mask. second, we've got the rest of our lives in front of us, why rush?"

she's got a point- why're you working your ass off like you're running out of time, kurokawa? true, the fight is nearing, but at the same time, you've already done whatever you can to prepare for it.

the least you can do is to take a quick break before it starts or else you'll be mentally unprepared for what's going to happen.

the tan-skinned male hummed in reponse, deciding to leave the question unanswered as he let his eyes trail off to the television. though he's not even watching, he's just trying to find something to focus on while he lets his mind roam about.

maybe the reason why he's so unsettled by the fact that he's having an actual rest day is that for all his life, he's been trying to find answers that would help him.

answers to the questions, 'why did my mom leave me' or 'why didn't shinichiro tell me'. there are many things going on that he's driven by the energy to find for the answers, not knowing that it's draining him too.

he may not know it now, and will never admit it too, but he's grateful that a brat like hitto y/n managed to spare everyone from his wrath and gave him a rest that he badly needed and deserved.

but that doesn't hide the fact that he still needs to find out what's making her special to him- if only she'd eat more vegetables and sleep early, then he would've gotten the answer to that right now.

eyes turned to the side to meet with a half-awake hitto kakucho who only wanted to grab some water, but was met with the sight of his leader and sister wearing facemasks and watching drama series.

"... for fucks sake i need more sleep."