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

Tenjiku (III)

As Kaiya tried to organize her thoughts, her phone rang, interrupting her focus. It was Draken, asking her to bring her motorcycle to Mikey's house. He offered to fix it while Mikey visited his older brother's grave with Emma. Grateful for the help, she made her way to the parking lot, only to find her motorcycle unwilling to cooperate.

Frustrated, Kaiya began pushing the bike, her muscles straining under its weight. That's when she heard a familiar voice from behind.

- "Hey! What do you think you're doing? Put that down!" Tenshi's playful voice carried through the night air.

Startled, she felt his hands cover hers from behind, the warmth of his touch sending an unexpected blush rushing to her cheeks. He stood so close she could feel his body just inches from hers, his presence making her heartbeat quicken.

- "I can't let you push this all the way to the service shop," he said, his lips curling into a mischievous smile as he looked down at her.

Kaiya turned toward him, arms crossing in defense, still flushed from his sudden proximity.

- "Why do you think I need your help?" she asked, her tone light but challenging, her voice betraying the nervous excitement she felt with him so near.

- "You don't," Tenshi replied, his voice softer now. "But I want to do this. I want to help you."

His eyes locked with hers, and for a moment, she thought he might lean in closer. His face was inches from hers, and she could almost feel the warmth of his breath against her lips. Her stomach fluttered with a confusing mix of anticipation and surprise. He lingered there for just a second, his gaze intense and filled with something deeper.

- "We better move," he said, breaking the moment with a grin. "You have a war tonight." With that, he grabbed the handles of her motorcycle, pushing it forward effortlessly.

Still a little stunned, Kaiya followed him, her heart still racing. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, trying to process the warmth spreading through her.

- "Do you even know where you're going?" she teased, trying to regain her composure.

- "Nope," he chuckled, flashing her a grin. "But you do. I'm just the muscles. You're the brains."

As they walked, the silence between them settled comfortably, but Kaiya could feel the tension simmering beneath the surface. After a few minutes, Tenshi broke the quiet, his tone serious.

- "I've been thinking about you last night," he began. "Actually, it's been a while since you're always in my mind, but I didn't want to sound cheesy."

His words caught her off guard. She glanced at him, his usual lighthearted demeanor replaced by something more earnest.

- "You fascinate me, Kaiya," Tenshi continued, his voice steady but sincere. "You have the perfect background to be a supervillain, and yet you're the hero no one deserves."

Kaiya chuckled softly, shaking her head.

- "A hero?" she repeated, the word sounding foreign in her mouth. "I'm no hero, Tenshi... I'm far from being a hero."

- "You are," he insisted, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "You're pure, so kind... How can you keep on being like this with everything that's happened to you? Your parents, your brother betraying you, your brother killing your boyfriend... Your friend, Mikey, almost killing your brother..."

His voice grew quieter, more solemn, as he recounted the pain she had endured. Kaiya felt her throat tighten, old wounds resurfacing with every word he spoke.

- "My brother didn't kill Keisuke!" she replied, her voice tinged with anger, defensive of the one truth she still clung to.

- "I know," Tenshi said, his expression soft but sad. "I was there... Remember? I was in the audience."