Qui Vive | Kaji Windbreaker 𓍯 ִֶָ

˚🎧⊹ FORTY₊˚

I'm a good actress right?

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Kaji hadn’t slept in three days. You’d been missing that long, and the entire town was searching for you. The police had launched a full-scale effort, and even the Bofurin had volunteered to help. Classmates, neighbors—everyone had joined in.

The search party had gathered in the park to rest, the air cooler under the shade of the trees. Kaji sat on a white bench, his body aching with exhaustion. He took off his jacket, the heat unbearable, and wiped his forehead, only to realize he'd forgotten his towel. It was unusual for him to forget something like that, but his mind had been consumed with thoughts of you. Where were you? Were you okay? And, worst of all, was Michi taking care of you or making you suffer?

Of course, Michi's appearance is also spread all around town and even in television. Now, everyone knows what he looks like and he move around in that state. But it was also stated that he's not working alone. There's also an unidentified girl with him and probably the one who is going in and out of their unknown hideout. But who cou it be? It's probably someone who hated Y/n.

As he sat there lost in thought, someone approached him. He glanced up, blinking against the sun, to see Lara standing in front of him.

"I'm here to volunteer," she said quietly, offering him a towel and a bottle of water.

“Thanks, Lara,” Kaji replied, accepting the items without much thought. He wiped his face, his expression distant.

“I hope she’s okay,” Lara murmured, sitting beside him on the bench. Kaji shifted slightly, making sure their bodies didn’t touch

“Who knows,” he said, his voice rough from worry and sleeplessness. “We need to find her fast. She might be suffering right now.”

Lara glanced at Kaji’s face, noticing the exhaustion etched into his features. Despite the dark circles under his eyes and the weariness in his posture, he still looked strikingly handsome—an effortless kind of beauty that even stress and sleepless nights couldn’t diminish. She picked up the towel from his lap, intending to wipe the sweat from his temples.

But before she could, a shout interrupted them. “It’s her wallet!”

Kaji shot to his feet, running toward the voice. He reached your grandmother, who stood trembling, clutching a plastic evidence bag. Inside was your wallet, found by the police.

“Don’t worry, ma’am,” the officer said, his tone gentle. “We’ll examine the fingerprints. This could help lead us to your granddaughter.”

Your grandmother’s knees gave out as she broke down, and your father was there to catch her, his own face tight with the effort of holding back tears. “Mom, we have to keep hoping, okay? Y/n wouldn’t want us to lose faith. She’ll be home soon,” he said, his voice cracking under the weight of his own fear. He couldn’t afford to cry in front of her—it would only make things worse.

Lara moved quickly, guiding your grandmother to a bench and wrapping her arms around the older woman in a comforting embrace. “Don’t worry, Oba-chan,” she whispered softly. “She’ll come home safe. I know it.” Her voice was calm and soothing, so much like yours that your grandmother found some small measure of comfort in it.