𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍~ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎

♡Chapter-11♡

Your point of view.

The atmosphere was thick with tension as Takemichi and I stood outside the entrance of the abandoned warehouse. The dilapidated building was overrun with vines and debris, its broken windows scattering shards across the ground. It reeked of decay and stale air, a fitting backdrop for the chaos we were about to walk into.

"Takemichi, I don't think this is going to work out." I muttered, frowning at his determined expression.

"I'm sure it will. Mikey-kun will understand." He replied firmly.

I rolled my eyes. He's so damn persistent.

"Let's go, Y/n-san." Without waiting for a response, he stepped inside.

The interior was just as bleak as the exterior, with graffiti-stained walls and dust coating every surface. In the center of the room stood Draken, Pah, and Mitsuya while Mikey was sitted on a piece of ledge.

"Mikey-kun!" Takemichi called out, his voice echoing through the empty space. The four turned toward us, their faces a mix of confusion, irritation.

"What is it, Takemitchy?" Mikey asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You again?" Pah muttered, his tone laced with annoyance.

"We're having an important discussion here." Draken said flatly, making it clear he wasn't interested in whatever he had to say.

Takemichi's nervous gaze darted toward me. I sighed, stepping forward to draw some attention off him. "Sorry." I said casually, meeting their skeptical stares. "This kid just wouldn't listen to reason."

"Y/n-chin!" Mikey greeted with a grin, clearly pleased to see me.

"Hey." I replied, keeping my tone neutral.

"Why are you both here?" Draken's gaze narrowed.

"Mikey-kun, can you call off the fight with Moebius?" Takemichi blurted, stepping in front of me.

"Huh?" Mikey's smile disappeared, replaced by a frown.

"I can't tell you why, but there's someone pulling the strings behind the scenes. This fight isn't what it seems!"

Pah didn't let him finish. He marched up to Takemichi, grabbing his hair roughly before throwing him to the ground. "Both of you, get lost! One more word, and you're dead!" Pah growled, his voice filled with rage.

I stepped forward, glaring at Pah. "What's your problem? You've been itching for a fight since we walked in. If you need a punching bag, try someone who can actually fight back."

His eyes narrowed as he balled his fists, but Draken intervened before it escalated. "Pah, don't." Draken ordered, his tone icy.

Pah clenched his jaw, taking a step back but not dropping his glare. "Fine." He muttered. "Then what's the plan of attack?"

"You can't fight Moebius!" Takemichi shouted, his voice trembling but resolute. "It's a trap for Toman!"

Pah bent down, grabbing Takemichi by the collar. "Then who the hell beat up my friend and raped his girlfriend, huh? If it wasn't Moebius, who was it?"

"I don't know! But-"

"That's enough." Mikey's voice cut through the tension. "We will fight Moebius. Takemitchy, you don't understand anything. I've already decided. Toman's going to fight."

"Mikey. I know we're not in the position for saying this, but maybe you should consider his words."

His eyes averted to my figure, giving me an empty stare.