Aoba looks down at his blood caked nails, faintly hearing the sound of a car pulling up near him.
Wet spots cover the pavement underneath him, his hot tears mixing with the cold rain.
"Oi, kid. Come here."
Aoba's head snaps up at the voice, immediately recognising it. He runs, runs as fast as he can to the car and grips onto the man's white coat with shaky hands.
"Get-get me out of here, please, please," he begs, tears streaming down his face and dripping onto the man's coat.
The man's strict facade fades to worry as he grips Aoba's arm in a quick soothing motion, before opening his door and letting Aoba inside.
Akushima sits in his seat and out of the corner of his eyes, blonde hair a plaid catched his eye. He curses under his breath and starts the car, driving off.
"What did you do? What were you thinking?" Akushima asks with concern lacing his tone.
"I- I fucked up. I fucked up, they're not nice people, those fucked up twins-" Aoba sobs, and runs his hands through his hair, "they hurt me, real bad."
Akushima glances at him out of the corner of his eye.
"You have to stop doing this. Don't take offers you can't trust, kid."
"I'm not a kid," Aoba spits, wiping his eyes and smearing blood over his cheek.
Tears keep dripping off his face and as he watches Akushima's hands on the steering wheel, he sniffs.
"Sorry about the bloody mess im leaving," he mumbles quietly.
Akushima shakes his head, digging around in the glovebox and handing Aoba a packet of tissues.
"Don't be stupid. I don't give a shit. Just stop doing this. I ain't always going to be there, you know."
Something pangs at Aoba's heart when he says that, and he grips tighter onto the tissue he's pressing to his face.
"I know," he grits his teeth, voice cracking like he's about to cry.
The rest of the car ride is silent except for Aoba's sniffles and the music playing quietly from the old stereo system.
Akushima pulls up at Aoba's place and prepares to lecture him about getting in with the wrong crowds.
Aoba grips Akushima's collar with a bloodied fist and pulls Akushima's lips to his. He presses his lips gently to Akushima's and grips the seat.
When he pulls away, he looks down and scowls.
"Fuck. I'm sorry, I shouldn't ha-"
Before Aoba finishes, Akushima's lips find his again and press with force against Aoba's.
Aoba's hands instantly reach Akushima's shoulders, pushing down his coat by accident.
They pull apart and Akushima looks directly at Aoba.
"Get inside kid. I'll see you tomorrow."
And with that promise, Aoba's left standing out front of his house in the pitch black dark, with the moonlight lighting up his smile.
