𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓| 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❦ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴠᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ❦

"Why are you here, Takemichi?"
you demanded, your voice tinged with bitterness and vulnerability.

Before you, stood a childhood friend from the past, his presence triggering a flood of memories and emotions.

He appeared older now, his once blonde hair replaced with messy,
raven-black locks—the
darkest shade you had ever seen.

Despite the passage of time, his style remained unchanged, clad in a
typical tee and jeans that reflected his easygoing nature.

As you gazed into his sky-blue orbs,
a wave of nostalgia washed over you.

His eyes, still as gentle as they had been all those years ago, seemed to hold a depth of understanding born from shared experiences of youth.

In that moment, the distance of time dissolved, bridging the gap between the past and the present in an unexpected reunion.

The sight of your childhood friend brought forth a mixture of emotions—joy at seeing a familiar face amidst the chaos, but also a tinge of sadness for the innocence lost over the years.

Memories of carefree days spent exploring and laughing together flooded your mind, offering a brief respite from the weight of your current circumstances.

There was a sense of comfort in his presence, a reminder of simpler times before life took unexpected turns.

As you stood face to face with your friend, you realized that amidst the search for truth and the looming threat of Mikey's pursuit, this unexpected reunion held a profound significance—a moment of solace and understanding in the midst of uncertainty.

Takemichi took a tentative step forward, his expression pleading.
"I've been searching for you,"
he confessed, his voice cracking with emotion.
"I never stopped looking."

Your grip on the gun tightened, uncertainty clouding your thoughts.

The ache of betrayal lingered beneath the surface, a painful reminder of wounds that had never fully healed.

"Why now?"
you pressed, your voice betraying a mixture of skepticism and longing.

Takemichi's gaze never wavered, his eyes reflecting remorse and determination.

The room felt suffocating, the weight of unspoken truths hanging heavily in the air.

Despite the years of separation and pain, there was an undeniable connection that neither time nor distance could sever.

As you stood face to face with Takemichi, uncertainty clouded your judgment.

Could you trust him again, or was this reunion merely another chapter in a tragic story of love and betrayal?

The encounter left you standing at a crossroads, torn between the past and an uncertain future.

With your gun still trained on Takemichi, you wrestled with conflicting emotions and the haunting echoes of a love that had once defined your existence.

"Where's my father?"
You demanded, your voice tinged with frustration and disappointment.

"He left last night, I'm sorry,"
your childhood friend informed you, his expression sympathetic.