my first writinggg. i've never really seen specific names used in this communityyy, however i'm going to use character names and nicknames anyway as they mean a lot to the specific characters ! not sure how this works but screw it we ball
This alternate universe of sweet dango is ruining me.
( Keshuu Saki and Ichiro Saki belong to me )
( mentions of Cho Saito , Noriaki Saito , and Akio Ikeda , belong to kenzu )
"Shuu?"
his heart skipped and he jolted up in bed. it's dark out, and he cant grasp his surroundings just yet as the room was pitch black. his hands roamed to the sheets and ran over the folds, then to the blanket covering him and the pillow that was still warm where his head was laid. he's in his own bed, he can tell that, at least.
Fuckkkk, another bad dream. he rubbed his face as he looked around again, eyes adjusting to a room made just for him, yet it felt so foriegn at the same time. old broken toys of All Might on the dresser, soda cans on the desk, used clothes strewn lazily around the hamper as if they weren't even meant to be in it. journals of homework half off his desk from when he last attended class.
what day is it? c'mon, kesh, what were you doing last? why's your head aching so bad? he groaned as he went to rub his eyes clean of any residue of sleep, only to flinch as he felt the sensitive skin under his digits. great, a black eye too? guess highschool's just rough. getting to his feet, he wanted to turn the light on to get a better handle on what happened last.
he didn't make it to the wall. biting his lip to silence the cry of pain as he fell, one step on his leg was too much to handle. now that he was thinking about it - why had he used his left hand to rub his face, anyway? he reached with his right to check his leg, only to find a black boot mark strewn across his palm and an extreme aching in its wake.
keshuu was in his room. that was the real nightmare, to him. he'd spent the past several days, maybe it'd been two weeks, at his close friend's house, dreading returning home to the number one hero. his brother didn't take long to come when he heard the younger fall though, humming a tune their mother used to for them when they were little.
"fireworks? oh, you're up—"
"i'm down, actually, sunny."
Ichiro cracked a smile as his brother joked, he was always one for making light of the situation. crouching down to scoop his brother off the floor, the act only got keshuu to flinch and look aside, as he was set gently back on the bed. maybe things wont be so bad, maybe his brother already dealt with his mistake in more ways than one,
crunch.
he cried out in pain as his brother checked his leg, bending it in just the wrong direction to make him scream. yet, Keshuu stay put, stayed still, he deserved this, did he not? he had on simple job and he blew it. not only that, he ran away! quietly, his lips began streaming a flood of appologies, as if that'd stop any of what was about to happen. all the while, his brother had such a large smile, just like he does as a hero.
they both knew this wouldn't be a long term issue. that Cho or Akio would be none the wiser when he returned to school next week and plays the part of everything being normal again. that the new scars were in fact new, not just hidden old ones like the rest.
Sunburn is the number one hero, after all. he's granted the best healers in all of japan! and especially after that stunt with Number two, no one would bat an eye if Showgun, the obvious killer, was harmed in the Number one hero's custody.
