Summery: Living with potential crime(?) lords isn't very ideal, but he's got just the plan
Notes:
Man oh man oh mannn, this was a really toozy to write and damn the procrastination is getting real bad
Also I've got some venting I want to do
Honestly don't know if I should keep working on this project, I've got drafts just not enough time, some of y'all are absolutely amazing and I love you guys so much for, thank you for your support ❤️, your enthusiastic comments makes me wanna write and post faster...
And, well, some of you guys are pretty fak'n coo coo nuts tbh like, if you think just by calling someone 'cute' as a starter pack for something more than platonic then pls touch some grass or get off the internet for a while.
Again this is a boy we are talking about here, one with huge emotional constipation, it really shows what kind of content you're usually exposed too and the kind of person you are when commenting on some dumb sheit like that hun.
Just cuz U get off on something so disgusting doesn't mean it's got to do with everything or everyone around ya, so please, stop expanding your fetishes on my story and move on :)
Anyways enough of that, this is a long chapter hehe, hope you enjoy
It's been a few days since the ravennette last got out of bed, his fever had broken a day prior but Mikey had still insisted on him to be bedridden for an extended day. For "good measure" he says, not quite wrong, fevers are fickle that way.
The last thing he wanted was to get tackled by another hit of nausea.
Mikey came again and immediately said he was to stay in bed for an additional day, "To be safe" he said the day after. Well, as mundane as it is to stay in bed it wasn't as if he had anything to do anyway.
Not yet, that is.
Plus, his plan of getting on Mikey's good side seemed to have already passed in motion it seemed, he guesses, if the bleached blonde was this worried over him.
That's one thing off the bucket list.
Not to brag or anything, but, didn't that seem too easy? Bah, whatever, maybe someone finally felt pity for the boy and let him have this.
Absolute score if you were to ask him.
Anyways.
His feet still hurt like hell, curse people and their non-existent sh**ty recycling abilities. He's been reminded to put off any pressure on his right foot to let it heal completely.
If he were to be completely honest, the whole ordeal of trying to walk again as he had practically rendered his legs useless for the past few days was quite challenging, to put it lightly, and boy was it tasking to find his bearings on walking like a normal person again.
Mikey had teased him and said he looked like a fawn -a Bambi specifically, to which whatever a freaking Bambi was- while Kakuchou just kept a straight almost unamused face and said that it was normal for his leg muscles to grow weak for the period of time they have been unused, though the twitch at the corners of his lips and the amusement in his voice tells him otherwise.
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