I'd let the world burn for you... || Tokyo Revengers

Toman vs Valhalla (I)

Kaiya lay sprawled across her bed, her mind a tumultuous sea of thoughts as she grappled with the impending conflict between Toman and Valhalla. In the dim light of her room, her phone cast a soft glow on her face as she typed out a message to Mikey, only to delete it again. She pondered whether Mikey harbored resentment towards her, or worse, if he had lost all trust in her. Was he hurt by her decisions?

"Mikey, I really do hope you understand my decision. I'm sorry it came to this, but I'm sure you'd have chosen the same in my position. After all, he is my brother. I would have liked to have this conversation face-to-face, but you know Keisuke. He thought he was protecting me by not letting me tell you that I'm leaving Toman and the reason why. I really hope we can come to an agreement. My brother needs a bit more convincing. Do I have your support in this? Do you still want to kill my brother?"

Her finger hovered above the 'send' button, her heart pounding as she reread the message repeatedly. With a deep breath, driven by a mix of resolve and trepidation, she finally pressed 'send.'

Realizing there was no point in staring at her phone waiting for a response, Kaiya decided to distract herself by joining May and Akira for dinner. She pushed herself off the bed and wandered into the dining area, trying to act normal. Kazutora was supposed to join them too, but he hadn't shown up yet.

Suddenly, the distant rumble of a motorcycle pierced the evening quiet. May rolled her eyes, muttering:

- "It's about time," assuming it was her nephew.

But Kaiya's heart skipped a beat; she recognized that sound. It wasn't Kazutora's Kawasaki; it was Mitsuya's Impulse. Anxious thoughts raced through her mind—if Kazutora returned while Mitsuya was here, the tension could easily erupt into conflict right in front of May's house, which would be disastrous.

- "That's not Kazutora," Kaiya blurted out as she raced outside, barefoot and frantic.

Outside, Mitsuya was dismounting his motorcycle, clad in casual street clothes. He waved at her, a slight frown forming as he caught the worry etched on her face.

- "Don't worry. Kazutora is meeting with Draken right now, he'll tell me when he leaves," Mitsuya explained, noticing her agitation.

Relief washed over Kaiya, her shoulders relaxing slightly. 

- "Not to be rude, Takashi, but why are you here?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and embarrassment.

- "Mikey asked me to come and talk to you. You left without saying a word," Mitsuya responded, his tone gentle.

- "About that... I've sent him a message," Kaiya replied, her cheeks warming with a flush of embarrassment.

- "Mikey sent me here to tell you that he doesn't want this conflict," Mitsuya said, his expression serious.

- "That's all? He could have sent me a message or called me," Kaiya responded, slightly taken aback.

Mitsuya's smile returned, warming the cool evening air. 

- "Kaiya, he can't check on you via a message. Besides, I wanted to see you too, to make sure you're okay," he admitted, his gaze lingering a little too long, causing her to blush even more.

There was always something about Mitsuya's smile and the depth of his gaze that unnerved her in the most pleasant way.

As the vibration of Mitsuya's phone shattered the momentary silence, he glanced down briefly and then back up to Kaiya with a resigned smile. 

- "That's my cue to leave," he said, his voice carrying a hint of regret. "Take care of yourself, Kaiya...and of the idiots around you who are only dragging you into their problems." He swung his leg over his motorcycle, the engine roaring to life as he sped away, leaving a trail of unsettled dust behind him.