Kishibe's eyes started to open but his subconscious begged him to keep them closed longer, he would have obeyed but the surface his face was currently resting on was very uncomfortable.
He disinterestedly woke up and removed his face from the table trying to get a clear view of his surroundings, realizing quickly and with some obviousness that he was still in the room, but Quanxi was nowhere to be seen. He remembered that they had been discussing what happened at the research center, then he probably passed out after saying something.
He wasn't sure if he really passed out as his consciousness seemed to shut down every time a blackout from alcoholism approached, so he wasn't sure if he drank too much or if he tried to ask Quanxi on a date and ended up knocked out.
He ruled out the latter since he didn't feel any kind of burning sensation on his face and it seemed that there was no scar besides the one he already had on his cheek. To all this, he was curious where his cold companion had gone.
The chair made an audible squeal as he stood up, he stretched his muscles as his eyes looked at the table with a bottle of alcohol, it was dirty with cigarette butts scattered all over the table.
Through the windows he could see how the sun was hiding between the buildings until it disappeared and welcomed the night. How long had he been asleep? Feeling disconcerted, he walked a few meters until he reached the sofa room, it was there when he realized that there were two individuals sitting in his room.
And they were eating hamburgers.
Hiro and Quanxi were happily watching TV and at the same time enjoying a hamburger when they realized that Kishibe had woken up.
It was a scenario that Kishibe never imagined possible, Quanxi being in his apartment for over an hour? That only happened in his dreams.
Hiro looked at Kishibe for a few moments before swallowing the food he had in his mouth "Hello, what are you doing? I'm here eating a hamburger and you're not because you're a drunk" his expression was stoic as he said all this without a hint of regret and while he ate his hamburger again, his cold eyes did not stop seeing Kishibe.
Kishibe rolled his eyes at Hiro's attempt to make fun of him, it seemed that he was still angry with everything that happened "You'll understand when you're my age" he looked at Quanxi who just smiled amused.
"Yes, I told him to tell you that" Quanxi took a sip of his drink as he settled further into the sofa.
"How long was I asleep?" he asked as he sat on the other side of the couch, he rubbed his head in an attempt to soothe the headache that always came after too many drinks.
"A few hours, that's really not important right now. Here" Quanxi passed an envelope to Kishibe who had no idea where she got it from.
"What is this?" Kishibe inspected the envelope, it didn't seem like anything out of the ordinary, what mattered must be the content.
"Open it and see, just know that I've done a few things while you've been asleep, I went out and made some calls, and I brought Hiro a burger by the way, because the guy he lives with is a drunken idiot who doesn't bother to cook" Quanxi knew exactly what was in that envelope but wanted Kishibe to open it first and give his opinion on it.
Although for Quanxi in the end it didn't matter what Kishibe thought, whether he refuses to accept this fact or accepts it, she will implement it anyway. But if Kishibe would let her explain then everything would be easier and less complicated.
Kishibe carefully opened the envelope, inside was a letter, before even reading it he gave the boy a look who was looking at both adults curiously.
When Hiro felt Kishibe's gaze, he just shrugged his shoulders "Don't look at me, I just woke up too" in fact, he was also very curious about what that letter could contain.
YOU ARE READING
One Above All
RomanceIn 1977, amidst his arduous tasks of exterminating devils, Kishibe stumbled upon a defenseless child immersed in a gruesome bloodbath, where a family's home used to stand. Witnessing the dire situation of the youngster, he made the decision to tempo...
