sweets ✧ r.kaji ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

35: revival

you woke up and got horrified at yourself for letting that manwhore beat you to pieces with just a single attack. you found that you were lying slumped on the ground, your hair mangled with dried blood and vision crackling from pain. everything hurt.

"fuck..." you groaned and propped yourself up with an arm. it was then that you noticed your surroundings.

everyone was either limp with pain or knocked out on the floor, men from each side equally hurt. a few feet away from your place on the ground was the emo kid who beat you up, kaji, and enomoto fighting for their lives and many others. kusumi was on the floor, coughing up blood.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck was all your mind went through. bofurin was losing. i have to do something. anything, while i still can. you flexed your fist. you could still move. therefore, you could still fight. you picked yourself up and ran towards the fight, not wasting even a second to see kaji and enomoto's reactions.

"the little lady is back? god, why won't you just stay down?! i want to go fight the third years already!" the weirdo shrieked.

you scowled, gritting your teeth. "shut the fuck up once in a while. you talk too much." you engaged in the fight, kicking and punching whenever you can.

"y/n..." kaji murmured before putting on a firmer face.

"if she won't give up, i shouldn't too," is probably what he's thinking. you ignored a punch banjo threw at your face and instead just spit out blood and continued to fight.

"l/n, we'll restrrain!" enomoto barked, dodging a punch from banjo.

you jumped a few steps back to avoid the hits. "roger that!"

both kaji and enomoto surged forward, kicking and punching and defending. everything was so fast—your eyes could barely keep up.

"what are you, ants?!" the emo kid screamed, grabbing enomoto's hair and throwing him to the side. "get out of my way!"

kaji and enomoto grabbed his legs and arms, fastening him in the perfect vulnerable position.

"you think it's that easy?!" you yelled, tripping him up with a calf kick. "i won't back down. no matter how many times i get beat up. that's..."

with a scowl, you launched yourself up from the ground and axe kicked him in the face.

"...our job as this town's protectors!"

blood exploded from his nose as his head slammed down harshly against the metal bridge. kaji and enomoto let go.

your legs gave out and you sat on the floor, breathing heavily. "is he dead..?" you rasped, shoving hair out of your face. it looked that way; banjo's body lay unmoving on the floor, blood slowly seeping out from beneath his hair. "oh shit."

"kusumi, are you okay?" kaji asked, to which kusumi nodded weakly. "and...y/n..."

you didn't want to hear the rest. "eh, wait, shut up for a second. i don't need you to worry about me. i can handle myself—it hurts, but not so much that i can't move. after all," you said, smiling the brightest you could, "i'm a fighter too!"

he shut his mouth, and the ghost of a smile tiptoed across his lips. "alright. then, we have to deal with the rest of them."

the four of you turned your gazes towards the opponent's side of the bridge. behind the edgy guy's collapsed body were thin groups of men murmuring and muttering in anticipation and fear. their strongest fighter was knocked out just when things were going their way.

enomoto smiled confidently to cheer everyone up. "that'll be rrrelatively easy to clean u—"

"haha. hahhahahahha," a high-pitched cackle sounded. it sent goosebumps to scratch over your skin. "wow, what a sweet moment," the bloody lump of banjo said, crawling up to his feet slowly. "but you know what's sweeter? that one attack of yours, little lady."