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━─────── In all honesty, you were annoyed. That much was evident in the sharp exhale you released, your fingers drumming impatiently against the edge of your phone. You never expected your older brothers to just appear, get pent up over some bruises, and then leave you alone with... well, these guys. A group of beaten-up strangers who looked like they'd just crawled out of the losing side of a street brawl.
Behind you, their voices drifted over like static you didn't care to tune into.
"Man, my back hurts. I swear I heard something crack back there..." one of them groaned, his words punctuated by a hiss of pain.
"Tsk, quit whining, Yamagishi. You're lucky it's just a bruise," another snapped, his voice tinged with irritation, though you could hear the strain of his own discomfort beneath it.
"Yeah, did you see what they did to Takuya? He's still out cold!"
"Geez, don't lean on me too much, my shoulder hurts, ya know?"
"Quit it, we gotta take Takuya to the hospital ASAP!"
The chaos grated on your nerves, their voices clashing and overlapping like an offbeat symphony of complaints. You tuned them out, eyes narrowing at the glowing screen of your phone as you typed in a number with deliberate precision. A quick tap brought up the messaging app, and after a glance at the time, you flipped the device shut with a satisfying snap before shoving it into your pocket.
You didn't even bother turning around when one of them spoke up, their tone hesitant. "Uhm...well...miss?"
Your brow twitched, and you blinked, turning slowly to face them. The red-haired guy flinched as soon as your gaze landed on him, like a kid caught sneaking candy before dinner. He opened his mouth, closed it, and stared, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously as he tried to gather his words.
"What?" you snapped, voice sharp enough to make him visibly shrink.
"We gotta go to the hospital—" Atsushi began, his tone almost pleading, but you cut him off with a curt wave of your hand.
"I know. I already called a cab. It'll be here in a few minutes," you said flatly, your words quick and clipped.
"A cab?" Yamagishi muttered, his eyebrows shooting up as he adjusted Takuya's arm over his shoulder. His breath hitched, clearly struggling to keep the weight balanced.
