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Mikey did tear two diamond-shaped scars into the edges of his smile, but he didn't care. He still chooses to follow his strong childhood, forever and ever. That's why he ran away right after Mikey and Baji left, Senju trying her best to apologize but it was no use.
The damage was done.
Sanzu sat down at a nearby park, back against the yellow structure and face buried in his arm fortress. The tears that didn't come out earlier rushed out now, the bloody untreated scars on his mouth stinging every millisecond.
He didn't care. He still adores Mikey. He's a strong big brother man. He needs hel-
"Ah! W-what happened!? Dear citizen, are you okay!?"
Sanzu peeked out and nearly forgot about his wound from how dumb the culprit of the loud voice looked. Ugly styled hair, dumb clothing, and a stupid cape like he was a superhero.
"D-did a big meanie d-do this to you!? I-I'll knock them out!!" The kid yelled in a stuttering tone, legs shaking like a newborn lamb and frantically turning his head around. Yeah, his actions didn't match his words at all.
"Fuck off, dumb superman-wannabe." Sanzu snarled, wincing when his frown stretched his drooling scars. "No, you're hurt, and I won't let any citizens under me get hurt!" Under him!? Sanzu could probably snap his twig arm in a second!
Takemichi was really worried and nearly nauseous, having never seen that much blood all at once. Someone scary must've done it, and he was sure as hell gonna piss his pants if he met them. But first, he had to make sure this pink-haired kid was alright.
"M-my mom knows first aid, let's go to my house!" Takemichi snatched Sanzu's hand, alerting his fight or flight alarms. "Let go you piece of shit or I'll kill you!" "EEP!" But despite the numerous threats of murder and insults, Sanzu was eventually brought to Takemichi's house.
Takemichi's mother was busy cooking some pork broth and nearly screamed as loud as she could when she saw Sanzu's face and clothes, wondering how the hell boy was calm and glaring at her son. "H-hospita-"
"Don't!"
Sanzu shouted, immediately slapping a hand over his mouth and groaning in pain. "But-" "No! If you do...he'll have to come to sign some papers as my guardian..." Sanzu didn't want Takeomi to know, and he sure as hell was gonna get in trouble for whatever reason his big brother comes up with.
"...Understood! Then I shall perform my ultimate healing spell on you! I've been weakened by some villains so it'll take a while for you to heal, but I promise you'll feel better soon!" Takemichi dragged Sanzu to his bedroom, also grabbing the emergency kit on the way.
(Arthur ain't a fucking nurse so deal with this unrealistic first aid treatment)
Knowing a bit of first aid from having to treat his own bruises constantly, Takemichi first gently dabbed the wet blood away and used a bit of alcohol, holding the fidgety male in place while doing so. Sanzu stayed surprisingly silent the whole time, only letting small sucked-breaths out and cut-off moans of pain.
"And...~, done!"
Sanzu's entire mouth was wrapped up in bandages, annoyed. "And this why I don't let you try using first aid on yourself." Takemichi's mother sighed, having come into the room a few minutes ago. "What are you talking about, I did good!" "*sighs*".
And finally, Takemichi's mother snipped out custom bandages for Sanzu's wounds and plastered them on way more nicely than Takemichi did. "There you go." She smiled. "...Fank you..." Since his mouth had a limit on wide it could open, the "thanks" came out a bit weird.
Takemichi was pouting, still thinking his attempt was at least better looking. "Mommy, it's 8 pm, what are we having for dinner?" He pointed out. "We're-" "Eig-" Sanzu shut his mouth before his wounds reopened. "Fith's athe!?"(It's eight!?)
Sanzu quickly ran out, remembering how his brother was still in his life and how angry he'd be if he was late home. "H-hey!" Takemichi protested, but Sanzu was already out of the house. "...I didn't get his name..." He frowned.
...
It couldn't be.
No, it has to be the work of god-, a miracle!
Sanzu's body tensed up as his eyes caught perfect clear blue eyes, the same one he's been fantasizing about all of these years. He wanted to go up to the blonde, ask if he remembered him, ask if he'd like to be friends, but alas, he didn't have the guts to.
But he had time. He had all of the time in the world.
...
Sanzu laughed hysterically, all alone in his room. A torn-up picture of Takemichi under the altar with Tachibana Hinata, his wife. "Takemitchy...Takemitchy...TAKEMITCHY~!! Why? Why can't I forget you!? It must be fate! That nasty skank must've blinded you into marrying her, but don't worry~!!"
A knife was thrown, hitting something in the middle of the dartboard. It was a random picture of Hinata, with hundreds, if not even thousands, of knife marks, making the picture almost barely recognizable.
"You're my hero~, mine! Only mine~!!"
Sanzu sang, placing a gun in his holster.
"I'm so fascinated with you, Takemitchy~!!"