𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | ᵇᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿ [✓]

27

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All of Bonten's executives sat in their car, in deafening silence. No one uttered a word, not even Sanzu who's had his daily pills and was supposed to be high and noisy. Mikey who'd usually be asleep for the entire car ride is up and awake, a packet of ice against his swollen forehead.

How could he possibly sleep after seeing his eyes in Fuyumi's?

No longer the bright and dashing blue hues, instead they looked dead and, all of a sudden, pale. He couldn't get the image out of his head. She was already better, alright, but then things just had to fuck them over once again.

"Fucking Hanma..." he whispered a curse.

All the executives' ears perked as their heads turned in unison to face the source where banging noises was coming from. "Mikey! Jesus Christ, man! Your head's gonna bleed again!" Sanzu yelled as he quickly slid his hand on the window to cushion Mikey's head from it.

"It's no use, Haru. Guilt's probably eating him up. Let him cope." Takeomi said with a sigh as his he fiddled with his fingers that were itching to light a cigarette, but he can't—he won't.

Takeomi lit up what seemed like his sixth cigar of the day. He took the first puff and gave himself a small smile. '"The first hit is always the best", he thought to himself.

He was busy indulging in his smoky wonderland when a series of silenced coughs caught his attention. His eyes landed on a troubled Fuyumi who was trying to drink a glass of water.

"Does it bother you?" he asked in a coddling, big brother tone. "No! It's okay! Just...don't do it when you're around Kota, please?" she asked nicely, her usual, kind smile painted across her lips.

"Don't lie, Fuyumi. Elders don't like it when kids lie." he joked, making her pout.

"Okay fine, I do not like it. But I know it helps you get through with your day, so I'll live with it." she reasoned out, giving another smile. His heart swelled as much as it ached. Fuyumi's eyes grew a tad bit with confusion as he put his cigar out and started walking towards her.

He went to the sink, gargled with mouthwash, wiped his mouth, and walked back towards her.

"Yes, smoking helps me get by. But if you want me to stop, I will." he muttered, cupping her face like how she does with Senju. Never did he think that he'll ever treat another person like a sister, especially someone who's not even blood-related.

"Oh, my darlin' girl, what have you done to this old man?" he whispered softly, pinching the girls ears as he admired those kind, ocean eyes that glistened in adoration.