[ sena has little time to react, and while he's dodged out of the way, the arrow still leaves a cut on his cheek and -
you know? this has been one fucking hell of a week. sena almost died, had gotten his ass kicked by the only girl who has struck complete fear in him, and slowly developing feelings for some guy he's only recently acquainted to. sena should've gone home instead and recuperate and think of his life choices but no. he chose to look for takumi as soon as he got out of there, one of the few people he can really call as a close friend...
only to have this kind of welcome wagon.
this time, sena's anger isn't as explosive as the bombs he's carrying in his fannypack, he's too tired to fly off the handle. instead it's cold and piercing as he icily stares at takumi, a bit of blood streaking from his cheek. ]
... I guess I didn't have to check up on you after all.
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you know? this has been one fucking hell of a week. sena almost died, had gotten his ass kicked by the only girl who has struck complete fear in him, and slowly developing feelings for some guy he's only recently acquainted to. sena should've gone home instead and recuperate and think of his life choices but no. he chose to look for takumi as soon as he got out of there, one of the few people he can really call as a close friend...
only to have this kind of welcome wagon.
this time, sena's anger isn't as explosive as the bombs he's carrying in his fannypack, he's too tired to fly off the handle. instead it's cold and piercing as he icily stares at takumi, a bit of blood streaking from his cheek. ]
... I guess I didn't have to check up on you after all.