Manjiro Sano-

As of late, he’s noticed something wrong. Your zoning out, skipping meetings. Ignoring his calls—he figured it was just the weather..

“Yaksha call back yet..?” Drakens voice echoes through his flip phone, water dripping from top of the tunnel. Cars roaring from above. It was a busy evening, and yet so empty without you.

“Nah..just gonna show up.” Mikey says bluntly, his voice bouncing off the narrow walls. As he nears your place, and as he shut his phone and stuffed it into his pocket—a sense of dread washed over the blonde. His jaw clenched, as he peered at your bedroom window, darkness threatening to spill out.

He decides to hop over the fence of your porch, and sneak into your window. “You’ve been MIA all week..” he says bluntly, his heart sinking as he sees your stature. Drained and confused, tears on the verge of your eyes. Like a dam ready to burst.

“Yaksha…” he mutters softly under his breath, his instincts kicking in. Sitting on the edge of your bed.