Chapter Text
“…Or in the next life
I hope I can meet you and love you again
Just like before”
One year later
Bokuto breathed-in the warm breeze filtering through the study window, muscles relaxing even more than they already were; it was early summer, spring flowers just transitioning to full bloom and basking under the bright sunshine bearing down from above. This sensation had become well-known to Bokuto Koutarou lately, recovering at home following his brush with death after getting three bullet holes in his stomach. Akaashi insisted he recline himself for at least an hour every day, and his boyfriend was content to obey. His favorite spot for this peace and quiet was the study, where the window let in an East breeze and had a small blue couch below where he could lounge.
Tetsurou was helping his mother prepare supper in the kitchen. If Bokuto listened very closely, turning all his instincts on, he would have been able to hear his son’s chirpy small talk and Akaashi’s mild, amused answers—but Koutarou hadn’t used those skills in months. He enjoyed hearing quiet for the first time in his life, liked hearing nature’s noises drift to his ears like ocean waves to the coast, liked being able to recline himself into a vulnerable position, because Bokuto knew there was no need for being on-guard. Maybe he was a little bored of laying around the house all day long for months on end, but Tetsurou, Akaashi and their friends were good about providing entertainment.
The door to the study opened quietly, but Koutarou didn’t notice until his boyfriend spoke.
“Bokuto-san?”
“Hm…”
“Dinner’s almost ready,” Akaashi said softly, walking over. “Are you feeling okay today?”
“Never better,” Bokuto smiled back. Keiji held out his hand to help Koutarou stand up—he was nearly fully-recovered, now, but the pain and stiffness still came and went. “When are Komi and the others coming?”
“They should be here any minute.”
Bokuto slid an arm around Keiji’s waist, making sure they were pressed together as they walked down the hallway and towards the stairs; their friends were coming over for supper, which had become a common occurrence since last year’s events. Tetsurou loved filling the backyard with people and having “barbeque dad contests” which he and his friends liked to judge. Akaashi rarely ever used the backyard before Bokuto came to live with them (he hated doing lawn work and maintenance), but even he admitted to enjoying hanging out in the cool summer breeze, eating and talking with their friends. It was a very domestic thing to do, and both men thoroughly appreciated the opportunity.
“It’s nice having both of us around, isn’t it?” The ex-hitman prompted thoughtfully. “We get to pick Tetsu up from school, do laundry together, cook together, sleep together…we should do this all the time!”
“Are you saying you want both of us to be stay-at-home parents?” Akaashi raised an eyebrow.
“Well, not all year round, ‘Kaashi—just a few months out of the year!”
“I’ll have to bribe Konoha into coming over to help you with the kids while I’m at the studio next month.”
Koutarou grinned at that, putting both his hands on Akaashi’s waist to stop him from turning towards the kitchen; the ballerina had a suspicious look on his face, though it evaporated when he found himself being gently kissed on the lips, warm hands keeping him steady. Akaashi really did miss dancing when he was at home, but he knew, deep down, that he would definitely miss this more when he returned to ballet in a month. Bokuto was still smiling even when they separated, only centimeters between their lips.
“I’ll miss you the most,” Koutarou told him lowly.
“Hmm…I’m sure Tetsu would argue with that,” Keiji hummed back.
On que, Tetsurou’s pounding came came towards them, eight-year-old barging in on their moment to tell them their friends had arrived. Tetsu had grown significantly over the past several months, legs longer than ever and making both his parents nostalgic over the past—the thing that probably changed most, however, was the boy’s grin, which had somehow become more wicked and mischievous at the arrival of his first sibling. He flashed that same grin now when his parents followed after him, smiling at his plans to prank Konoha every chance he got.
“Everyone’s here, Mom!” Tetsurou announced excitedly. “Can I open the door?”
“Sure, sweetheart. We’re right behind you.”
“Sweet nuggets!”
“How did he come up with that phrase?” Bokuto asked curiously, hurrying after their son.
“I figured he gets it from your side of the family,” Akaashi teased with a smirk.
“Hey! That’s rude! But you’re probably right, babe.”
“Of course I am.”
Bokuto was already smiling by the time Tetsurou opened the front door, revealing their group of friends holding drinks and side dishes they brought along for supper. Many people didn’t consider five people a large amount of friends, but that was all Koutarou and Akaashi needed—Komi, Yukie, Konoha, Saruki and Goshiki from Shiratorizawa. Over the past year, their friendships had grown stronger and advanced further than Bokuto ever expected. He was glad to have so many people to depend on, not for life or death situations, but for personal favors, free babysitters, a cup of sugar and thousands of other things friends provided.
“Komiiii!”
“Bokutooooo!”
Komi accepted Bokuto’s warm hug, getting Akaashi and Yukie to both roll their eyes playfully as they were welcomed inside.
“Just like old times, right, Keiji-kun?” Yukie snorted.
“Yup…just like old times.”
“How you been feeling?” Komi asked seriously, checking his best friend out. “You still in a lot of pain?”
“Eh. It comes and goes,” Bokuto waved off. “Come on, we’ve got all the food waiting out back!”
“You had me at wine.”
“But Uncle Konoha, no one said anything about wine!” Tetsurou giggled.
“No wine? Come on, Saruki, we’re leaving,” Konoha said, turning around to head right back out the front door. Saruki smiled and held up the bottle of wine he brought along, which immediately pulled a softened expression from his boyfriend. They had been seeing a lot of that face the longer Akinori kept Saruki. Or maybe it was the other way around…
“You’re a saint. And a hottie.”
“And you’re a borderline alcoholic,” Saruki shot back, earning a slap on his butt that made him yelp.
“Alright, alright, let’s keep it PG!” Bokuto warned, covering his own eyes instead of Tetsurou’s. “I’m too young for PDA!”
“Yeah right,” Akaashi mumbled to himself.
The group found their way towards the backyard, where beef, chicken and vegetables were already cooking, waiting to be devoured; they settled on the courtyard, watching the children play in the grass as the adults relaxed in their lounging chairs. A few different conversations struck-up about Bokuto’s awesome new grill, Goshiki’s latest haircut, and Tetsurou was eager to tell everyone about his next modeling gig, which he was most excited about because the ad was for back to school, and Tetsu got to dress “like a nerd.” Since Yaku hooked the boy up with his first modeling gig, Bokuto had been accompanying his handsome son to many more, and Tetsurou was more certain about becoming an astrophysicist slash fashion designer than ever. Eventually the conversation strayed to Akaashi and Bokuto’s love life, which was still at its best despite how busy they were bouncing between two children (they were still the “it” couple, despite all their friends being in established, happy relationships as well); but the special topic that was secretly on everyone’s mind was finally brought up by Haruki.
“So—what have you two lovebirds been up to lately?” Komi teased his Fukurodani subordinate.
“Well…” Saruki rubbed the back of his head, shooting a look at his boyfriend. “We’ve been just, um…hanging out. Eating and whatnot.”
“Neat!” Tetsu nodded in approval with Kiyoko. He was like his father in the way that they thought eating with a significant other was the highlight of relationship happiness.
“Anything to add, Konoha-kun?” Bokuto smirked suggestively.
“Sure,” Akinori shrugged, wine glass muffling his next words. “We got engaged last night.”
Akaashi patted his boyfriend’s back when he choked on his own spit, prompting the rest of their audience to show their shock through laughter and cheers. Tetsu was the loudest, telling Kiyoko he knew there was something different about his uncle’s demeanor that tipped him off. Keiji was the least surprised, because he knew the engagement was in the making after having talks with both his best friend and Saruki—he had become their personal relationship therapist, somehow, and it seemed the ballerina’s gentle but honest advice finally paid-off.
“Are you—Are you kidding me, Saruki?!” Komi said with wide-eyes. “Engaged already?!”
“Well he asked me, and I couldn’t say no!” Saruki defended himself.
“Pfff! Konoha asked you?!”
Bokuto yelped when Akaashi pinched his side harshly, the others joining in to congratulate the pair.
“Congratulations, Uncle Konoha!” Tetsurou said sincerely, running over to hug Akinori, who finally gave a little smile. “You’ll have the best wedding ever!”
“Tetsu, how could you?!” His father whined. “You said our wedding would be the best!”
“But you’re not married yet! You haven’t even asked mommy to marry you!”
“Yeah, Bokuto,” Konoha teased. “Get on with it, before your entire head turns gray.”
“Who says Bokuto-san is going to propose?” Goshiki smiled slyly. “Akaashi-san’s obviously the one who wears the pants in the relationship.”
“Hey, I’ll have you know I wear pants 24/7! Right, ‘Kaashi?”
“Yes,” Akaashi agreed with a small smile. “Sometimes the same pants for a week straight…”
The hour wore on as the friends chatted and cooked together, eagerly discussing Konoha’s engagement and gushing over how pretty their matching rings were; Tetsurou and his uncle explained the ring’s finer details to those who didn’t understand fashion talk, which led to Tetsu telling their guests about the international mathematics competition he participated in that took place in China. Even though they had heard the stories a hundred times, everyone listened with bright smiles at Tetsurou’s enthusiasm over his trip. The only event that could surpass this one was the arrival of the Akaashi family’s newest addition, whom Tetsu obsessed over and nearly shared as much responsibility as his parents.
“By the way, Akaashi, where’s the pretty little baby at?” Yukie wondered.
“Sleeping, thank goodness…”
“Komi’s been asking me all week when we were going to dinner; he’s been dying to see his godchild again.”
“Yukieee, don’t embarrass me,” Her husband complained quietly, forgetting the incident when Yukie leaned over and gave him a kiss.
“You guys are all whipped!” Tetsurou exclaimed. “Daddy, can we go get the baby, now? I want to show Kiyoko how good I am at holding babies!”
“Sure—can’t keep nap times too long, or else that little demon won’t sleep at night,” Bokuto sighed, standing up to head inside. Akaashi grabbed his arm before he could leave, looking up at him with concern.
“I can get her, if you’re not feeling well enough today,” Keiji offered gently. He was always so concerned about Koutarou lifting too much or overexerting himself…it was cute. Bokuto just smiled and kissed Keiji’s hand before entering the house and sneaking upstairs to the baby nursery; the three family members had a fun time painting the walls pale pink, putting the crib together and making sure there was plenty of drawer space for fashionable baby clothes. Bokuto didn’t hear crying or whining, but a shuffling noise alerted his attention to the crib.
Tobio Akaashi looked so much like her mother. Her baby legs were already long and athletic, shown by how she was standing up in her crib, reaching at the bars and curiously glancing around the bedroom with deep, dark blue eyes. Her hair was pitch black, glossy and already full, only difference from Akaashi’s being how smooth and cooperative Tobio’s locks were. There was no doubt Bokuto and his family were overjoyed to finally have a girl in the family, Tetsurou especially, who bragged about his baby sister whenever he got the chance. Tobio seemed to know it, too, waving her chubby hands up at her father when he approached the crib.
“Look who’s up,” Koutarou smiled at his daughter. “Did you have a good nap, Tobi?”
Tobio made a tiny noise of agreement, squirming happily when Bokuto picked her up and held the baby against him snugly; this was the first time Koutarou experienced life with a newborn, and he loved every minute of it, from the three a.m. diaper changes to trying to feed Tobio mashed blueberries. To experience this with his older son and the love of his life? Yeah. Bokuto was happy. He was happy to only be worrying about stinky baby socks instead of looking over his shoulder for enemies who may want to cause him harm.
Bokuto had never felt so warm when he stepped back into the backyard, daughter in his arms as they were greeted by their friends.
“There she is,” Konoha smiled upon seeing baby Tobio. “Seriously, though, how the hell do your kids get so cute?”
“They get it from their mommy,” Bokuto winked at Akaashi, who tried not to blush. “But I take credit for their sense of humor!”
“Tobio has a sense of humor already?” Kiyoko asked.
“Oh yeah! She yanks on my hair and laughs!” Tetsurou explained a bit too happily. “It hurts really bad, but I know she doesn’t mean it.”
“Looks like she slept well,” Keiji chuckled, running a finger over Tobio’s cheek where cloth imprints remained from the baby’s nap. “She’ll probably be hungry soon.”
“She ain’t the only one!” Saruki piped. “Let’s eat!”
The Akaashi family had a wonderful evening spent with their friends and children. When the sun began sinking into the sky, Komi and the others said their goodbyes and returned home; Tetsurou helped his parents clean up the backyard before everyone retreated into the house for the night. While Akaashi was feeding Tobio, Bokuto snuck out to the balcony for a breath of fresh air.
Despite being outside for most of the day, Koutarou still craved the relieving scent of nature—sometimes that was the only thing that helped with the lingering pain in his torso. The scars would always be there to remind Bokuto and Keiji of what they went through to be together, but the ex-hitman knew, eventually, the pain would go away. Shirabu hadn’t been mentioned between them for months, and the mere idea of him was almost forgotten entirely. Once in a rare while, Akaashi would get emotional when he saw the horrid scarring on his lover’s body, but all it took was a reminder from Bokuto to come back down to earth.
“What a beautiful night,” Bokuto exhaled deeply, admiring the starry night sky above as he leaned on the balcony railing. “Summer’s finally here…”
Koutarou scanned his eyes over everything he could see: their decorated yard, blue chairs now free of company, courtyard quiet and lowly lit. Tetsurou had left his hat on the grass, hidden beneath the shadows of the light blue fence; for now, there was room for their children to run and play together, and as much as Bokuto and Akaashi loved this house, they would most likely need to upgrade in a few years or so. Keiji sometimes spoke of having his own garden—Bokuto thought he might want to give his boyfriend that opportunity, and any other opportunity he longed for.
Turning around, Koutarou leaned on the balcony railing and took a long look at their house. At this time last year, the sheer curtains, open doors and lack of privacy from the neighbors would have driven him crazy with paranoia. Now, however, Bokuto found the soft light falling from their bedroom comforting, and didn’t worry for a second about someone sneaking down from the roof to attack him. He even left the doors leading out to the balcony open, which was how he saw Akaashi heading towards him. Bokuto continued admiring the house, but made himself available so the ballerina could sneak in against his side and wrap his arms around the ex-hitman; for a minute, neither said anything, appreciating the hushed quiet surrounding their little world.
“Are you feeling okay?” Keiji asked softly.
“Oh yeah—just needed some air.”
Like all mothers, Akaashi made a concerned expression against Bokuto’s chest; he didn’t want to seem nagging, but he was always worried about the lasting effects of Shirabu Kenjiro’s attack on the love of his life. Sure, Shirabu had inflicted his own attack on Akaashi’s emotional state, but Koutarou had been the one whose life was nearly ripped away in more ways than one.
“…Maybe you should lie down and rest for a bit.”
“I’m sick of resting, ‘Kaashi!”
But I’m also not sick of you riding me every night, Bokuto contemplated. Hmm…maybe I should milk this out a little more…
“I know,” Akaashi reasoned with himself, cuddling further into his boyfriend’s body. “It’s been a year, but I just want to make sure you’re healed properly.”
Koutarou looked down at Keiji and gave him a big smile before planting a soft kiss against the shorter man’s messy black locks. He really did appreciate Akaashi, his caring, loving ways and ability to keep everything in their crazy household running smoothly…soon, Bokuto thought patiently. Soon he’ll forget all about the past, like I have. He’s just a little stubborn—but that’s why I love him!
“I know you do, Nurse Akaashi,” Koutarou teased lightly. “And I’m grateful. And I’m so ready to go on our first family vacation to Paris next week!”
The second Bokuto had been cleared for flying, he and Akaashi revisited the pleasant idea of having a family vacation to France. Tetsu was thrilled over the idea, mostly happy that his father was feeling healthy again. He helped Bokuto almost more than Keiji did, bringing him snacks, helping pick out his clothes, even offering to give him massages—it would be nice for all of them to get away together, away from Japan for a week, the first of many family vacations that would become an annual event for years to come.
“It’ll be stressful…but nice,” Keiji agreed. “The six of us will have fun.”
Bokuto’s eyes scrunched in confusion as he mentally calculated how many people lived in their house. Unless Akaashi wasn’t telling him something, he only made it to four.
“…Sorry, did you say six?”
“I did.”
“You’re bringing Konoha again?!” Bokuto complained wildly. “He’s not blood related, you know!”
“I know, but he just got engaged—I thought it would be nice of us to treat them,” Akaashi smiled slyly. He enjoyed riling his boyfriend up, even after all these years together.
“We’re paying for their trip, too?!”
Koutarou mumbled to himself, trying to ignore Keiji’s cute smile as he grabbed his arm placatingly.
“Think of it as their reward for putting up with us for all these years,” The mother reasoned. “Besides, it’s not like we’ll see much of them…Konoha said this is basically their first honeymoon.”
“Hmpf.”
To sweeten the agreement, Akaashi leaned up and pressed his lips against Bokuto’s, which immediately made the fish fryer relax. He didn’t think about past consequences, being caught with Keiji, boundaries, domino affects, nothing. There was nothing stopping him from kissing his boyfriend, smiling against the ballerina’s velvety lips like they had all the time in the world, because they did. There was no need to be paranoid over their safety, no reason to believe anyone was out to destroy their family. Bokuto was out in the open, on a balcony at night, exposed, open, vulnerable.
And he didn’t mind one bit.
The only thing stopping them was the presence of another person, Tetsurou running out carrying his baby sister and holding her out towards his parents.
“Mom, Dad, Tobio is hungry!” The eight-year-old informed them. “And her diaper is poopy!”
Akaashi groaned in frustration when Koutarou separated them, even though he was used to their quality time being interrupted by crying babies and fashion emergencies.
“Duty calls!” Bokuto grinned, turning away to gently take the baby from his son. “Why don’t you clean his poopy diaper, Tetsu?”
“I did it last time!” Tetsurou claimed.
“Nuh uh.”
“Yeah huh!”
“Nuh uh!”
“Yeah huh!”
Akaashi rolled his eyes and followed with a smile, walking beside Koutarou as they strolled after Tetsurou, shutting the balcony doors behind them, but not bothering to close the curtains. Sometimes Keiji wondered how different their lives would be if Tetsu had not cheated another fish cart out of a few lousy dollars—but he never spent too long pondering “what ifs.” There was hardly any time for that when they had a family vacation to plan, math tests to study for, modeling gigs to book, babies to feed, cute snacks to make and, Bokuto claimed, time to worship the ground Akaashi walked on. Only in the past few months after Tobio’s birth had the ballerina really felt like a good routine was starting to transform.
Seeing how easily his children adapted to the new situation gave Akaashi comfort and hope for the future.
“Bokuto-san,” Keiji prompted curiously. “Do you think we’ll be together in our next life?”
Bokuto paused in the hallway to think. He looked down at baby Tobio, who giggled up at her father when she noticed him looking; she looked exactly like Akaashi, and Koutarou wished there were even more of them filling the house, more to tease Tetsurou and play dress-up with him. Of course, he loved the life they had right now, but as for the next one…
“In our next life…I hope I’ll meet you again, just like before,” Bokuto smiled slowly. “And I’ll love you all over again.”
Akaashi gave a soft smile in response and gave both Koutarou and Tobio each a soft kiss on the head before grabbing his lover’s hand and leading them towards the living room, where Tetsurou was waiting for the rest of his family. Bokuto was aware enough to realize a few windows didn’t have their curtains drawn, but no longer felt the frantic need to correct them. Instead, the ex-hitman settled in on the couch beside his son and boyfriend, leaned back into the cushions and relaxed every muscle in his body, because he finally, finally felt safe enough to do so.
~~~*~~~
Haruki Komi often met with Fukurodani’s retired clan bosses to discuss business and such, but today he had asked to speak with two specific men at the same hour in the same place. Nothing critical had taken place, no casualties to report, no financial damage underway—if the older men thought anything was out of place, they didn’t show it as Komi and Saruki entered the tearoom, bowing respectfully at the ex-bosses.
“Haruki—nice to see you again.”
“Hello, Aito-sama, Denji-sama,” Komi greeted with a small smile. “Thank you for meeting with me.”
“Of course! Let’s have some tea; sit, sit.”
Haruki crossed his legs and sat across from the other men as Saruki stationed himself in the corner of the room, expression more serious than ever; he waited quietly, not speaking or including himself in the conversation. Aito was the Fukurodani clan leader several years ago, a heavier man now with a long beard and deep-set eyes; his second-in-command for over fifteen-years was Denji, a businessman who helped keep the books and maintain Fukurodani’s wealth. They had both retired hardly a year following Bokuto Koutarou’s imprisonment, enjoying the lifestyle each appreciated before, but with less drama and threat to their lives. If their priceless teacups were anything to go by, Haruki guessed they were even more well-off than everyone thought.
“So, Komi,” Aito began casually as the current Fukurodani boss poured them cups of tea. “How are things on your end?”
“Very good, sir.”
“How’s the wife? Still treatin’ you okay?” Denji joked. He wasn’t known for his loyalty or appreciation of women back in the day; rumor had it he had been married over four times.
“Yes, things are still going well,” Komi nodded calmly. “We’re expecting, you know.”
“Wow! Congratulations, Haruki!”
“Game over,” Denji snorted into his cup.
“The first is always the hardest for new couples, but I’m sure you and Yukie will be fine parents.”
“Well, there will be two firsts this time around.” Komi was very skilled at small-talk. He knew how to get people distracted, how to keep their minds amiss and distant. “We’re having twins.”
“Twins!” Aito cackled. “Boy, you’re going to be one busy man, Haruki-kun.”
“Don’t I know it.”
“Saruki, would you mind grabbing that plate of curry egg sandwiches for us?”
Saruki slowly brought over the plate, setting it down quietly and returning to his station in the corner as the other three men ate. Komi picked at his own food, sipping tea just to look busy while absentmindedly listening to the older gentlemen make stupid comments on their meal. He knew neither of them had anything better to do than meet with him, stuff their guts, drink alcohol and spend their money on attractive women on weekends. It was strange how in the yakuza, Haruki was always told that they were family—they stuck together, defended each other, fought for their name no matter what. It was strange because hardly any of the clan had families, wives they didn’t cheat on, children to take care of. Wasn’t that hypocritical?
Haruki thought so. He peeked up at the older men with contempt, wondering how they could be so at peace with the fact that they had no family, no one to go home to, nothing but money to spend and time to kill. That was family to them?
It’s because of my own family that I’m doing this, Komi thought darkly. It’s because of them, Yukie, Akaashi, Tetsurou, the twins, Bokuto…
They’re my family. And I protect and avenge my family.
“Why so quiet, Haruki?”
“Actually…I have something I wanted to ask you two.”
Aito seemed intrigued, raising a brow behind his teacup and setting it down in preparation for whatever came next. Almost anything that came next.
“Oh? What is it?” Denji prompted. “Trouble on the fort?”
Komi’s eyes briefly met Saruki’s, quick enough where the other men didn’t catch it. Saruki had subtly moved a few feet closer, expression darkening, going unnoticed by the people who definitely should have taken note.
“Why did you set Bokuto Koutarou up for that murder?”
That took both retired men by surprise. Aito’s eyebrows rose even higher, and Denji seemed confused by their new topic; their obvious indifference irritated Komi to no end, but he kept his composure, eyes only narrowing slightly.
“Eh? You’re still hung-up on that?” Aito laughed, like wrongfully putting someone in prison was entertainment. “That was, what, seven years ago?”
“Eight.”
“Eight, then—why are you bringing this up, now?”
“I just want to know the truth,” Komi shrugged, feigning innocence. “I’d like to know the reasoning behind your decision just in case I have to do something similar in the future.”
“What’s there to know?” Denji brushed off casually. “They needed a murderer, we gave them one.”
“Really? That seems a little too simplistic of a reason…”
“Denji’s putting it gently. Surely you haven’t had any theories of your own?”
Komi didn’t look away or break eye-contact. Normally that was disrespectful, but he wasn’t about to let them drop the conversation. They weren’t going to avoid this injustice any longer. Not on his watch.
“We know you were close with Koutarou, Haruki,” Aito began. “It was nothing personal, really…but we saw an opportunity, and we took it. Bokuto was just getting a bit too popular for our liking.”
“What do you mean?”
“People like that kid don’t comprehend how easily they could gain control,” Denji explained further, eating as he did so. “Boy was a dumbass, anyway! And I heard he’s doing just fine after the whole incident with Shiratorizawa. Kid’s a troublemaker, that one.”
“You’ll understand this when your older, Haru—some members of our family…need to be shown their place. Before things get out of hand, or before they do more damage than good. Do you understand?”
The younger boss thought for only a moment, displeasure rising when the stupid, simplistic reason the old bosses fucked up his best friend’s life became perfectly clear.
“…You framed Bokuto-kun for murder,” Komi began slowly. “Because his popularity and reputation were growing. You shut down his leadership and status before he could realize his own potential and eventually become more influential than the clan’s actual leaders.”
“Now you get it!” Aito smiled, like this was reason to celebrate. “Now, why don’t we discuss something more progressive? Denji, why don’t you tell us about your wild weekend in Osaka?”
“You old perv—that’s the third time you’ve asked me about it! Why don’t you go have some adventures of your own for once, eh?”
Click.
Saruki had quickly moved from his position in the corner, holding the barrel of his handgun against Denji’s skull as Komi pointed his own at Aito’s face. The ex-bosses could barely move their expressions, staring in shock and confusion and unable to move a single muscle. Haruki’s lips twitched just a little, sneering with composed fury so he could give a short explanation about their final circumstances.
“This is for my oath brother.”
Fin.