Can Love Bloom On A Battlefield? - Mukuro Ikusaba x Male Reader

Darker Days

-12/28/XX--Y/N-

Alright... Here, It's a little mismatched with her color scheme, but it's all we've got right now.

"There you go TT, should be good to go."

She stood up, individually moved her fingers one after another, and left.

"Not even a thanks? I made you..."

If I have kids I hope they aren't like she is, though... I guess I was a bit of a brat growing up.

But I got what i wanted from checking up in them.

BT is still himself.

QT is maybe a little more shy around BT, her Combat Chip is acting up, and she say her left ring finger won't close sometimes.

IT is more by the book than before, she's been helping load other Titans up with my Maverick code.

RT, I haven't seen him much, but I'm sure he's not just wasting up our power reserves.

LT has been reconditioning our excess of Legions, rigging them with nuclear cores like I suggested, then we can use them on bombing runs that need some more kick.

ST is out recruiting in the area of Angel City we've recovered, we've actually manged to grab some retired Pilots.

And TT is still a brat, but at least she helps with rifle training, some of those rifleman can barely handle the recoil.

Viper's probably gonna want to see this, but that can wait.

What else was I doing?

I was about to start thinking again, but a small buzz ran past my ear again, I grabbed my knife and tossed it at it.

It pinned to the wall.

"I'm sure I heard-"

More buzzing started, it came form outside, I followed it, it hurried away from me.

I ran quickly after it, if it's an intruder with some cloaking device then i have to stop them.

It slipped under a door, I used my speed to bash it open with my leg.

Whatever it is, it's in here, it's...

Is this the generator for the base? It's huge.

I walked around it, wait.

I crouched down and snuck down the walkway, there's someone standing there, they're wearing a Pilot helmet, it looks like it's charred and the visor is broken.

The light inside the visor flickered on and off, and shrapnel was sticking out of the helmet, with several deeper gashes in it.

The antenna is broken, and they seem like they just lost a fight against a pack of lions, their clothes are cut and torn to near shreds.

Wait... Their left arm is... What happened to... Their left forearm is gone...

I snuck up behind them.

???: You took your time.

They turned around, I drew my Wingman, they didn't flinch even a bit.

???: If that ain't a sight for sore eyes.

"Who are you."

They turned back around and leaned forward on the railing, looking at the generator.

???: A friend, at least... I think I'm remembering that right.

"Why are you here?"

???: For you.

"I'm not for taking, 'Pal'."