ɢᴀɴɢ-𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗦! [ ᴛʀ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ! ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ]
CH. 12
Nasty dog by Sir Mix-a-lot
"Back to the kitty, 'cause she's kinda pretty
I can't stop lookin' at her ti-ti-ti- face
Me and cat mama rolled into the distant fog
Little did she know I'm a nasty dog"
THE sun wasn’t even fully awake, but MartPlus Superstore looked like it was preparing for a zombie apocalypse.
A line wrapped around the building. half determined moms, half desperate dads, a few college students, and exactly one calm, tired single father clutching his eco bags like weapons;
M/n.
He muttered softly to himself,
“Okay. Whole-sale day. Ran will complain if there’s no mozzarella sticks. Rindou will definitely sniff the salmon like a bloodhound. I refuse to disappoint either of them. Focus.”
Beside him, two middle-aged moms were whispering like military generals.
“Remember,” the taller one said,
“if you see anyone go for the buy-one-take-one chicken, tackle them low.” the other nodded.
“Aim for the ankles.”
M/n blinked. ...Ankle targeting? These moms are advanced, black friday must've pumped them on.
A dad behind him stretched like an athlete. “Today… I conquer the shampoo aisle.” His toddler patted his cheek.
“You can do it, daddy.”
“I know, son. I know.”
M/n stared straight ahead with unshakable determination.
“…Not if I got to there first..."
Keys jingled at the door. Everyone tensed like predators sensing prey. A staff member approached, slowly lifting the small sign beside the door. Someone whispered,
“This is it.”
The staff flipped the sign.
“OPEN.”
BOOM.
The doors opened and the crowd exploded inside.
“GO MOVE MOVE MOVE—”
“MA’AM YOUR BAG IS HITTING MY FACE—”
“THAT’S MINE— NO THAT’S MINE—”
“MOVE FASTER, AISLE 3, GOO—”
M/n jogged in calmly… then immediately got body-checked by a mom.
“O-ow— okay, understandable— excuse me, Pardon me—”
He slid into the frozen goods aisle with the finesse of a man who had done this many times. He spotted the salmon.
Only… so did another woman.
They both grabbed the same pack. She narrowed her eyes.
“Back off, sweetheart. I need this for my husband.” M/n narrowed his eyes right back.
“I need this for the twins.”
“Oh?”
“Oh.”
They faced off.
“Rock, paper, scissors?” she suggested. He nodded.
“Be honorable.”
“Rock–paper–scissors!”
She threw scissors.
M/n threw rock.
He stood froze
”I won." He grabbed the salmon in triumph. The lady wasnted to retaliate but stopped.
“Good battle.” She sighed deeply and moved on.
Next target: Mozzarella sticks.
He caught sight of exactly ONE box left on the shelf.
Someone gasped dramatically nearby.
A kid whispered,
“Mom, it’s the last one… someone’s gonna die for that.” M/n nodded to himself.
“Yes, Yes someone is. And that aint gonna be me.” He made a run for it.
Two college boys made a run for it too.
A grandma made a run for it.
Even a teenager with headphones on suddenly sprinted.
M/n dived, rolled, and shouted,
“I NEED THIS FOR PEACE AT HOME!”
One of the boys shouted back,
“I NEED IT FOR MY DORM!”
“I UNDERSTAND YOU SIR— BUT MY KIDS WILL TACKLE ME IF I DON’T BRING THIS HOME!”
Bodies collided, zomeone’s cart tipped over, a tower of canned goods crashed down.
M/n rolled out from under a flailing arm, snatched the box and stood up like a gladiator.
“I GOT IT!”
Next aisle: biscuits.
Worst battlefield ever, this is where persistent grandma tend to joy over. M/n braced himself and went towards the hurdle of people. He squeeze in between dozens of people.
People shoved, someone’s elbow hit M/n in the ribs.
"Ow—" M/n pushed forward though he got squished on a ladies and a man's chest.
"Gah—!" M/n felt the air in his lungs cut as he got sandwiched by chests. He wheezed until he finally got out through.
Someone’s bag smacked him in the back of the head.
"Pardon me! Move, I'm ga—" M/n pushed pass a grandma and saw a packet of biscuits.
M/n took a leap of faith and grabbed the packet of biscuits, rolling on the ground almost getting hit by a cart going 200 miles per hour.
M/n sighs in relief, going back to his cart that was hidden, only for a woman with a giant tote bag walked by and accidentally squished his face into a cereal shelf.
He whispered against the box of Frosted Flakes,
“…it’s okay… you’re alright… deep breaths…I'm almost done with my list.” Finally, after crawling under a cart, squeezing between arguing dads, and blocking a toddler who tried to steal his bread, M/n made it out alive with full bags.
He marched to the checkout like a war veteran coming home. The cashier blinked.
“Sir… are you okay? You look… rumpled.”
“I fought three moms, two students, a grandma, and got smooched between rugged chests,” M/n said calmly. “Please just ring it up.”
“That’ll be 2,870 Yen...”
He paid, grabbed his five paper bags… then stopped.
He stared at them and purchased a tote bag.
“…I didn’t think this through.” He adjusted one bag. It tore slightly.
“…Yep. I’ve made a mistake.” He lifted them all at once, they rustled violently, his arms trembled. He muttered,
“If I drop these, I’ll cry.”
M/n pushed the heavy store doors open with his shoulder, five full paper bags hanging from his arms like he was training for an Olympic weightlifting event. The bags rustled dangerously with every step, but he kept walking, breathing deeply.
“Okay… just make it to the corner,” he muttered.
“Easy. Nothing will go wrong. No chaos. No—
—WHAM
Someone crashed straight into him. Two voices snapped at the same time:
“Hey, watch where you’re—!”
“Oi, careful—!”
The impact made one of M/n’s paper bags crumple, the top threatening to spill. M/n took a steadying breath, barely stopping the groceries from falling.
“Oh—sorry, I didn’t see—” He looked up.
Two men stood in front of him, both frozen mid-annoyed-expression.
One with snow-white hair and unreadable eyes.
One with slick dark hair, immaculate fashion, and the face of someone who priced everything around him.
Inui and Kokonoi.
But neither of them recognized him. Koko clicked his tongue.
“Seriously, who walks around with this many bags? Are you trying to cause an accident?”
Inui added, blunt as ever,
“You look like you’re carrying half the store.” M/n blinked.
“Well… technically… yes, I am.” The bags wobbled again. M/n’s knees bent slightly.
Koko exhaled sharply, grabbed two bags from M/n’s left arm without asking.
“You’re going to drop these. Give me some.”
Inui silently took three more bags from the other side.
M/n let out a relieved sigh.
“Thank you. Honestly, I was one elbow away from meeting my ancestors.” Koko smirked.
“Then consider us heroes.” Inui nodded once, calm and flat.
“You’re welcome.”
M/n smiled gratefully. The two men still showed no sign of recognition.
They really didn’t recognize him.
Interesting.
Koko inspected the contents of one bag. “Mozzarella sticks? You fought someone for this, didn’t you?” M/n answered without hesitation,
“Of course, I prefer not to disappoint my kids. They are… dramatic.” Inui smirked.
“Sounds exhausting.”
“Oh, absolutely.”
They looked at him, nothing but polite curiosity, no spark of recognition to be seen.
'They really don’t know it’s me, cute.'
“Do you live nearby?” Inui asked.
“Just a few blocks,” M/n replied.
“But I can take it from here. You’ve helped enough already.” Koko handed the bags back one by one.
“Next time, don’t carry everything like a pack mule.”
“I’ll consider that,” M/n said lightly. He shifted all five bags, braced himself, and then gave them a small grateful nod.
“Thank you for the help… Koko, Inui.” Koko and Inui waved automatically.
“Yeah, no problem—”
“Take care—”
The words hit them half a second too late. Their hands froze mid-wave, their expressions slowly twisted, they snapped toward each other.
“…Did he say my name?” Koko asked.
Inui blinked.
“He said both of ours.” Koko whipped around, looking for him, M/n was already gone.
“Wait—!” Koko yelled, eyes wide.
“How did he knew my—” Inui said quietly,
“…Ah....I had a feeling...”
Koko stared into the distance like he had just witnessed a ghost.
“That's...is that really him...?” Inui folded his arms.
“Definitely him.” Koko dragged a hand down his face.
“He disappeared for years and comes back out of nowhere?” Inui nodded.
“Seems about right.”
Koko groaned.
“Oh my god...He saw me yell, He saw me complain, he saw me insult his—” Inui cut him off.
“Let’s just find him later.” Koko pointed aggressively.
“Yes. We are absolutely doing that.”
But M/n?
He was already halfway down the sidewalk, humming lightly as if nothing happened.
“Maybe I should’ve bought ice cream…” he murmured, completely unfazed.
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The hallway buzzed with end-of-day noise when Koko suddenly leaned over Inui’s desk, grinning like he’d just discovered buried treasure.
“Inui,” Koko whispered dramatically,
“you’re not going home after school.” Inui didn’t even look up from his notebook.
“That wasn’t a question.”
“It isn't.” Koko rested his chin on his hands. “We’re going somewhere.” Inui sighed and finally met his gaze.
“If this is about food again, I already told you I—”
“Abandoned playground.”
That got Inui’s attention.
“…Why?” he asked slowly.
“You don’t play. And you hate dirt.” Koko clicked his tongue.
“Wow. Judgmental. But no—listen.” He leaned closer. “I heard something good.” Inui closed his notebook.
“I don’t like where this is going.”
“Delinquents from second year were talking,” Koko continued, eyes shining.
“Apparently, Nightingale is fighting Black Navy today.” Inui froze.
“Nightingale?” he repeated.
“As in that Nightingale?”
“The one and only.” Koko smirked.
“And guess what? It’s happening close to our school.” Inui stared at him.
“You want to watch?”
“I want to observe,” Koko corrected.
“Digging info about Nightingale could be useful. Especially when people want to buy information.” Inui rubbed his temple.
“You seriously think we can just walk into a gang fight?” Koko shrugged.
“We won’t walk into it. We’ll be near it.”
There was a long pause. Inui exhaled.
“…After school.”
Koko grinned triumphantly.
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By the time they left campus, the sun was already dipping low. The streets grew quieter the farther they walked, buildings thinning out until cracked pavement and rusted fences took over. Inui glanced around.
“This place looks like tetanus.”
“Relax,” Koko said easily.
“It adds character.”
As they walked, Inui suddenly spoke up.
“What does Nightingale even look like?” Koko hummed, hands in his pockets.
“Hard to say.”
“That’s it?”
“Hey, I’m working with rumors here.” Koko tilted his head back, thinking.
“Most of Extravaganza’s fights happen at night. Even during the day, their leader doesn’t show up right away.” Inui frowned.
“So no one’s seen his face?”
“Some have,” Koko said.
“They just don’t remember it clearly.”
“…That’s not reassuring.” Inui mumbled.
“Apparently, by the time people realize who they’re fighting, they’re already on the ground.” Koko shrugged.
“Knocked out. Or beaten so badly they forget.”
Inui swallowed.
“Great...”
Koko nudged him.
“So? What do you think he looks like?” Inui considered it.
“If he’s a monster like the rumors say… probably tall, Bulky and Intimidating.”
“Like a walking wall,” Koko nodded.
“I was thinking maybe an upperclassman. Or even an adult.” Their conversation cut short when the sound reached them.
A dull thud.
Then another.
Shouting, feet scraping against concrete.
They stopped. “…That’s fighting,” Inui said quietly. Koko’s grin returned.
“Bingo.”
They crouched behind a line of overgrown bushes just as the abandoned playground came into view.
Chaos filled the space.
Two groups clashed violently, fists swinging, bodies colliding, curses flying through the air. The rusted swings creaked uselessly in the background, as if even they were afraid to get involved. Koko grabbed Inui’s sleeve.
“Stay low.” They watched in stunned silence.
Koko suddenly pointed.
“That guy.” Inui followed his finger.
A tall man with a furious expression was tackling two people at once, slamming them into the ground with brutal efficiency.
“That has to be Nightingale,” Koko whispered.
Inui squinted, shaking his head.
“…No.” He pointed elsewhere.
A bulky fighter stood his ground against three opponents, barely moving as he knocked them aside.
“That’s him,” Inui said firmly. “No way it’s the other guy.” Koko frowned. “But—”
Their argument died when the fight abruptly shifted. Within minutes, Black Navy began retreating. Some limped away, others were dragged off by their teammates.
Ten minutes later, it was clear.
Extravaganza won.
Cheers erupted. Exhausted laughter followed. Someone shouted,
“Where’s Nightingale?!” Koko and Inui leaned forward instinctively. Their eyes locked onto a familiar figure—
Goda, Extravaganza’s vice-captain.
Koko whispered, “That’s Goda.” Goda stopped near the center of the group, arms crossed, clearly irritated. He turned toward someone just out of sight.
“What were you thinking?” Goda barked. “Black Navy uses bats and pipes! You know that!” Someone responded, voice calm. Too calm.
“It’s fine.” Goda snapped,
“Fine? You took a bat to the head!”
There was a pause.
Then the same voice replied, almost bored,
“I didn’t feel it. You know my condition enables me to not feel pain...tch, such a pain in the ass..."
“…Did he just say—” Koko muttered.
“That’s not the point! You don’t just stand there because you ‘can’t feel pain’!” Goda groaned.
Koko strained to see, but bodies blocked the view. Inui leaned closer.
“So that’s Nightingale?”
“Must be,” Koko said.
“Goda doesn’t scold just anyone.” But before they could get a clear look, the group began moving.
Extravaganza dispersed, laughter fading as they disappeared into the streets. The playground fell silent. Koko slumped back into the bushes.
“…We didn’t even see his face.” Inui stared at the empty space where the voice had come from.
“Did you hear that?”
“Yeah.”
“He can’t feel pain.” They exchanged a look.
For the first time, curiosity outweighed caution.
“…We’re definitely seeing his face someday,” Koko said. Inui nodded slowly.
They had to.
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Days passed after that, Streetlights flickered on one by one, casting long shadows across the pavement. Koko had his hands shoved deep into his pockets, brows furrowed.
“So,” he finally said, breaking the silence.
“How do we see Nightingale’s face?” Inui didn’t answer right away.
“We don’t know anything about him,” he said eventually.
“No schedules about their next fight, I can't find his name, not even what year he’s in—if he’s even a student.”
Koko clicked his tongue.
“And we definitely can’t start a war with Extravaganza just to satisfy curiosity.”
“That would be suicidal,” Inui replied flatly.
“See? You get me.” They turned a corner, heading toward the main road near their school, when raised voices echoed nearby.
Shouting.
Koko slowed.
“…Did you hear that?” Inui nodded, eyes already scanning the area.
“Alley.” Koko’s expression shifted, something serious must be happening. They exchanged a look, Inui gave a small nod.
Carefully, they approached the narrow alley, footsteps light. The space was dim, only a single flickering light illuminating the cracked concrete. Koko stopped abruptly and raised a hand.
“Someone’s there.”
They pressed themselves against the corner, peeking just enough to see. A group of guys surrounded someone smaller than them, voices loud and sloppy.
“Hand it over.” Koko’s jaw tightened. Someone was getting mugged! He leaned forward slightly, ready to jump in.
“We should—” Before he could finish, the person being cornered moved.
Fast.
One of the muggers doubled over with a wheeze, the air knocked clean out of his lungs.
“…Oh,” Inui muttered. Another lunged and missed. The person sidestepped with ease, unbothered, almost lazy. Within moments, the group scattered, cursing as they ran.
Silence fell. Koko and Inui just stared
“…Did you see that?” Koko whispered. Inui nodded slowly.
“Yeah.” The person calmly crouched down, picking up the items that had fallen, his bag and a paper bag of grocery.
"Fuck... The eggs got smashed... Mom's not gonna be happy..." The person muttered.
Koko shifted his weight. The sound of gravel crunching under his shoe echoed far louder than it should have. The person froze, then snapped their head toward the corner.
“Hey,” a sharp voice called. “You two.” Koko stiffened.
“Come the fuck out.” There was no mistaking that tone. Slowly, Koko and Inui stepped into view.
The person faced them fully now, H/c hair messy from the scuffle, eyes sharp and assessing.
“What,” the person said coolly,
“were you doing hiding there?”
“You with them?” he added, nodding toward where the muggers fled. Inui shook his head immediately.
“No.” Koko glanced at him, then followed suit. “We just heard shouting.”
“We came to check,” Inui said honestly.
The person studied them in silence. long, uncomfortable silence of the man staring at them.
Koko felt goosebumps crawl up his arms. Inui swallowed, standing straighter without realizing it.
Suddenly the tension snapped, The person smiled, bright. Easy. Almost warm.
“Man,” he said, exhaling, “you shouldn’t wander into alleys like this.”
Koko blinked. “…Huh?”
“Especially lately,” the person continued casually. “Theft’s been going up.” The shift was so sudden it left both of them stunned.
“…You were just,” Koko gestured vaguely, “terrifying.” The person laughed.
“S-sorry! I don't mean any harm!" He slung his bag over his shoulder and stepped closer, completely relaxed now.
"It's... Okay. Were just surprised, that's all..." Inui blurted, scratching his cheek.
“Come on,” he said. “This alley connects back to the main road. I’ll walk you out.” Inui and Koko hesitated, then nodded.
“Thanks.” As they walked, the person glanced at them.
“Names?”
“Koko,” Koko said. “And this is Inui.”
“M/n,” he replied easily. They reached the end of the alley, streetlights bright and familiar again.
M/n stopped and waved.
“Take care, alright? And avoid dark shortcuts.”
Koko raised a hand.
“Yeah. You too.” With one last smile, M/n turned and walked off. Koko watched him disappear before muttering,
“…That guy was weirdly nice.” Inui nodded. “And strong.”
Both of them agreed on one thing;
M/n was very pretty.
However, neither of them realized it yet—
But they had just met Nightingale.
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Koko didn’t even wait for Inui to sit properly before leaning over his desk, eyes glittering like he’d struck gold.
“Inui.” Inui sighed without looking up.
“If this is about money, I’m not lending you any.”
“It’s not money,” Koko whispered dramatically.
“It’s Nightingale.” That got Inui’s attention.
“…What about him.”
Koko grinned wider.
“Second-years were talking. Apparently, Nightingale’s fighting Falcon today.”
Inui frowned.
“That’s not new.” “Alone,” Koko added. Inui slowly closed his notebook.
“Where?”
“Under the bridge near our school.”
“No members,” Koko continued, voice low and excited. “No distractions. Once the dust settles—”
“We’ll see his face,” Inui finished.
Koko snapped his fingers. “See? You get it.”
“I’m not going because I’m curious,” Inui said flatly.
“I just want confirmation.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Koko waved him off. “Let’s go.”
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The walk toward the bridge was unusually quiet at first, broken only by the sound of footsteps and distant traffic.
Koko eventually spoke.
“I'll tell ya, once I get a glimpse of what Nightingale truly looks like...I can sell that information!”
“You're really going to continue that idea?” Inui replied.
“It's a smart way to earn money. I'm kinda like the informant, if other gangs want info about someone or something.” Koko smirked, thinking about the future of his plans.
“If Nightingale’s real,” Inui said. “He probably doesn’t look special.”
"Then, that would be boring." Koko scoffed.
"Hey."
A voice called out behind them, Both of them turned. M/n jogged toward them, lifting a hand in greeting.
“Didn’t expect to run into you two again.”
“Oh. It’s you.” Koko blinked
“M/n.” Inui nodded slightly.
“Where’re you headed?” Koko asked.
“Bottom of the bridge,” M/n answered easily.
Koko froze. “…Seriously?”
Inui narrowed his eyes.
“We’re going there too.” M/n slowed his steps.
“Then maybe you shouldn’t.” Koko tilted his head.
“Why?”
“There’s going to be a fight,” M/n said calmly. Koko laughed.
“No kidding. That’s the point.” M/n glanced at him.
“You shouldn’t be around for that.” Koko smirked.
“What, worried about us?” Koko laughed.
“or... you’re going because you want to see Nightingale too?”
M/n paused, just for a second.
Inui cut in, pointing ahead.
“Look.” Below the bridge, too many people. Jackets with an eagle insignia.
“…Falcon,” Inui muttered, Koko’s grin sharpened.
“Jackpot.” He grabbed Inui’s sleeve.
“Let’s hide before Nightingale shows up.” They slipped behind one of the thick bridge pillars. Koko whispered,
“Wait—where’s M/n?” They looked back. M/n stood still at the top of the stairs, gaze fixed on the crowd below.
“Inui,” Koko hissed, “why is he just standing there?” Inui frowned.
“M/n! get over here.” M/n didn’t move. Koko waved frantically.
“Hide! If Falcon sees you—” A voice shouted from below.
“Hey! You up there!” One of the Falcon members pointed straight at M/n.
“Get down here!” Koko’s blood went cold.
“Oh no.” Inui whispered, “…This is bad.”
M/n exhaled slowly. He reached up, tied his hair back, fingers steady. Then he rolled his shoulders, cracking his knuckles once. Koko stared.
“M/n...? What are you doing?” M/n glanced over his shoulder at them, his eyes met theirs.
“For the record,” he said lightly,
“you should probably stay back.” Then he smiled warmly at the two.
“Oh,” he said casually, almost apologetic. “I forgot to mention.”
He smiled.
“I’m Nightingale.”
Then he jumped. The impact echoed as he landed, immediately driving his foot into a Falcon member’s chest, Koko’s jaw dropped, Inui’s eyes widened.
“…We,” Koko whispered, “just befriended that?” Inui didn’t answer.
Koko and Inui watched from behind the pillar as M/n landed at the bottom of the bridge. For a split second, Falcon didn’t react. confused murmurs, heads turning, someone scoffing at the lone figure standing before them.
Then M/n moved, not rushed, just precise. He stepped forward, and the space around him seemed to shift. One Falcon member lunged first, loud and overconfident.
M/n slipped past him with a calm sidestep, redirected the momentum, and the man crumpled away like he’d run into a wall that didn’t budge.
Another came from the side.
M/n ducked, pivoted, and struck once, clean. No wasted motion. Falcon tried to surround him. It didn’t work. M/n flowed through them instead, turning, stepping, striking, moving again before anyone could react.
Every attempt to overwhelm him collapsed under its own weight. shouts turned into panicked calls.
And through it all, M/n didn’t even look strained. He looked… bored.
“So this is Nightingale,” Koko whispered.
“This is the leader of Extravaganza,” Inui replied quietly.
Minutes passed until Falcon was down, not unconscious, but in complete defeat.
No one dared move.
M/n stood alone at the center, adjusting his sleeves, brushing dust from his clothes as he’d just stepped out of a crowded train.
He glanced up.
“You can come out now. It’s safe.” Koko and Inui stared at each other.
“…We’re alive if we do, right?” Koko muttered. Inui nodded.
“I think so.” They stepped out cautiously. M/n turned toward them and smiled, then paused, brow lifting slightly.
“…Why are you two looking at me like that?” They didn’t answer. Koko’s mouth was tightly shut. Inui just stared. M/n tilted his head.
“I didn’t scare you, did I?” Koko finally found his voice.
“I just— I didn’t expect that—” M/n sighed lightly and cut in, voice amused.
“—That someone like me could be Nightingale? That I’m not bulky or scary enough?” Koko shook his head quickly.
“No—well—kind of—but also—” Inui spoke suddenly, blunt and honest. “We didn’t expect the most feared person in Roppongi to be… beautiful.”
...
...
Koko nodded furiously.
“Yeah. That.” M/n froze, A faint blush crept up his cheeks. “…What?”
“You heard him,” Koko said, suddenly animated.
“Your eyes, your face, none of it matches the rumors at all.” Inui added, calm but sincere,
“You move gracefully. When you fight, it looks like dancing.” Koko jumped back in.
“And your hair? Perfect. Not even messy after that. Also, you definitely look like you belong in designer clothes.”
“Stop, you’re both about to get hit.” M/n snapped, face heating up.
“No—listen!” Koko rushed. “Your shine, your face structure! none of it matches the image people spread.”
“And your movements,” Inui added.
“They’re refined. Controlled. When you fight, it doesn’t look violent, it looks intentional.”
M/n stared at them, stunned.
“…You’re done,” he decided. He stepped forward and smacked both of them on the head again.
“Ow!” “Again?!”
“That’s for talking,” M/n snapped, face fully flushed now.
Koko laughed, holding his head.
“Worth it.”
Inui straightened, still calm, eyes thoughtful.
“…So this is Nightingale.” M/n turned away, crossing his arms.
“You saw nothing.”
“Too late.” Koko grinned.
“I mean it.” M/n shot him a glare. Inui nodded slowly.
“Understood.”
“…You’re still beautiful though,” Koko added.
M/n spun around. “Do you want another one?” Both boys shook their heads immediately.
“Nope.”
“Absolutely not.”
M/n sighed, exasperated. “…Let’s just go before more idiots show up.”
As they followed him out, Koko whispered to Inui, awe still lingering,
“We just met the most dangerous person in Shibuya.”
Inui nodded.
“…And he’s nothing like the rumors.” Behind them, M/n muttered,
“Kids these days are too loud.”
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A/n: don't have a full drawing, but I have this unfinished sketch of M/n. He's getting influence with Inui and Koko.
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