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

Thousand winters (warning: mature content)

- "You seem different." Mitsuya's voice was calm, but curious, as he leaned against the counter, watching Kaiya with a tilted head. She stood at the stove, her delicate hands moving gracefully as she prepared dinner, the soft sound of chopping vegetables filling the room. Even while wearing a simple apron, she exuded elegance, her long, silky black hair cascading over her shoulders. The scent of spices filled the air, creating a warm, homely atmosphere.

Luna and Mana's laughter echoed faintly from outside, the sound of their playful footsteps blending with the distant chirping of crickets.

Kaiya half-turned, offering him a soft smile. 

- "Different?" she asked, her voice smooth and relaxed, though a slight edge of curiosity lingered in her tone.

Mitsuya nodded, taking a sip from the coffee she had made him earlier. 

- "Yeah... there's a subtle glow on your face. And your eyes—" He paused, studying her for a moment. "They're not as dark as they used to be."

Kaiya shrugged nonchalantly, turning back to the stove, though inside, her thoughts swirled. Who knows, she thought, trying to push away the vivid memory of Wakasa pinning her against the kitchen counter just hours before, his body moving vigorously against hers. The heat of his touch still lingered in her skin, and despite her calm demeanor, a wave of warmth washed over her. A faint blush crept up her neck, though she hid it by focusing on the task at hand.

Maybe sex helps control the darkness, she mused inwardly, stirring the pot. Channeling that energy into something less destructive had felt like a release—like a temporary calm in the storm she constantly fought within herself.

- "You look good, though. Happier," Mitsuya added, his eyes lingering on her face before he drained the last of his coffee and set the cup down. He smiled, the expression soft but genuine, before heading towards his room.

- "Don't forget to eat." She shouted.

Kaiya watched him go, her mind only half-present. Once she finished cooking, she left his home, the cool night air wrapping around her as she walked aimlessly through the quiet streets. The city lights flickered like stars, casting long shadows on the pavement, and for a brief moment, Kaiya debated whether to contact Mikey. Maybe... she thought, her steps slowing. Maybe sex would help him, too. Or would he find it inappropriate?

A small laugh escaped her lips at the absurdity of the idea. There was no way she could bring this up to Mikey—if he'd even agree to meet with her in the first place. Still, the temptation lingered, a small itch in the back of her mind. With a sigh, she pulled out her phone and sent him a message. Moments later, Mikey read it, his expression shifting from curiosity to mild embarrassment. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head.

- "She's such a moron sometimes," he muttered under his breath, tossing the phone aside. "How can someone like her be so idiotic?" Despite the words, there was a hint of affection in his voice.

- "You joined Kanto Manji?!" Kaiya's voice cut through the air like a sharp blade, her yellow eyes wide with disbelief as she stood in the doorway. Wakasa leaned against the wall, his posture relaxed, but his gaze steady and calm as he looked at her.

- "Me and Benkei," he replied, his tone unbothered. "Now calm down, Kaiya."

Her fury bubbled to the surface, clenching her fists at her sides, jaw tight. Without another word, she stormed to her room, throwing open drawers and furiously packing her things. Her movements were quick and precise, each action fueled by a mix of anger and disappointment.

- "Open up, please. Let's talk about it," Wakasa's voice came from behind the closed door, softer but edged with frustration.

- "Fuck off!" Kaiya yelled, her fingers shaking as she stuffed clothes into her bag.