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

Free time (warning: mature content)

Draken's funeral was a somber affair, the weight of loss heavy in the air. Kaiya stood beside Chifuyu, her arm wrapped around his waist as his arm draped protectively around her shoulders. Mitsuya was on her other side, holding her hand tightly. The three of them stood together, bound by the shared grief of losing someone they all cherished. Tears streaked down their faces as they stood among their friends and the many people who had come to pay their respects to Draken. It was a surreal moment—everything had seemed so hopeful not too long ago, and now this had shattered that fragile peace.

- "You saw it, didn't you?" Chifuyu whispered, his voice strained with emotion. "You were also there in the battle of the Three Deities..."

Kaiya nodded but said nothing. The battle, the loss of Draken, and Mikey's descent into darkness weighed heavily on her heart. The day had been full of emotional burdens, and yet, more were to come.

After the funeral, they rode their motorcycles together, retracing old memories and lost moments of joy. The roar of their engines echoed through the streets, but the journey was more solemn than celebratory—a way to honor Draken by reliving the good times they had all shared together. By evening, the day's grief had left Kaiya feeling emotionally drained. She returned to Wakasa's apartment, needing some sense of familiarity, of comfort.

The apartment was quiet, empty. Wakasa wasn't home, but his pack of cigarettes lay on the coffee table beside an ashtray, and she absentmindedly lit one. The room was dark except for the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the window. She had turned off the lights to avoid seeing her reflection in the glass, but even so, the dim outlines of her face stared back at her. Her lips were sore, her cheek still bruised from the fight. It had been a long time since she'd seen herself so visibly marked by the violence that had become part of her world. She took a long drag from the cigarette, her mind wandering as she gazed at the city.

After a while, Wakasa came home, surprised to find her sitting alone in the dark.

- "Today was the funeral, huh?" he said softly as he sat beside her. He lit a cigarette of his own, the familiar scent of smoke filling the air between them. "I'm sorry, Kaiya..." His voice was thick with guilt. "I'm also sorry for not being able to protect you from Mikey."

- "None can," Kaiya replied quietly, her voice calm but hollow. "But it's fine, Waka. Mikey would never kill me."

- "But he hurt you," Wakasa said gently, his hand brushing against the bruise on her cheek, his touch light and careful.

- "He's also hurting himself," she said, her voice heavy with understanding.

Wakasa's eyes narrowed slightly, studying her. 

- "Are you looking for excuses for Manjiro Sano?" he asked, surprised by her empathy.

- "Of course," she sighed. "He was once just a child, hurt by the world around him. All the pain, all the loss... it changes you."

- "Or the betrayal..." Wakasa added, taking her hand in his. "Senju came to me after the battle, terrified. She said your eyes and Mikey's were the same. But she's not entirely right, is she? You can control it."

- "I'm trying," Kaiya admitted, her voice barely a whisper. The darkness inside her had always been something she fought to control, but watching Mikey succumb to his own had made her question whether it was possible to hold on forever.

- "Mikey wants me to disband my gang," she confessed after a long silence. "I haven't told the guys yet."

- "There will be many tears," Wakasa said softly.

Kaiya nodded, dreading the moment she would have to face her men.

- "What about you, Waka? What will you do?"