❖ Ｔｈｅ ｆａｔｅｄ ｏｎｅｓ ❖
Strange things always seemed to happen around her. It was really funny, now that she thought about it.
From the moment she had dived straight into mafia life, Haru knew her life would never be normal again. So when she spotted a young male slumped against a wall in an alleyway on her way home, seemingly unconscious; The brunette acted instantly. Haru had known the dangers of taking in a stranger back with her, but she was willing to risk it. She always had been too nice for her own good. That side of her would of felt guilty for leaving someone behind like that.
The walk home came with some struggles (what with the extra added weight) but when she finally made it, she let out a relieved sigh. Unlocking with the door, and making sure to keep a firm grip on the other male on her back, she shuffled in, closing the door behind her with her foot. Making her way upstairs and into her room, the teen gently lowered him onto her bed, eyes roaming his body for any injuries. Besides a small scratch on his cheek, he looked alright.
Leaning back, Haru sighed softly, fingers gently brushing away bangs that had fallen onto his face. "Haru will take care of him until he wakes up." With her plan set, she rose up onto her feet, brushing herself off. "Haru should fix him something to eat." Nodding to herself, she glanced over one last time at the male, before her form disappeared down the stairs and into the kitchen.