Haruchillo Akashi

The toy airplane incident had been a distant memory for months, buried beneath a layer of forced laughter and unwavering loyalty. However, the marks on Sanzu's face were a constant reminder that nothing would ever be the same again. Or at least, not for him. For you, the dynamic was a mixture of chaos and tenderness. Mikey, Baji, and Sanzu seemed to have developed an Olympic sport based on seeing who could make you smile the most in a day. Three ways to get your attention Mikey: He'd turn into a little kid. He'd always try to rest his head on your shoulder, demanding you feed him his taiyaki. " If you don't give it to me, it doesn't taste the same ," he'd say with that dark look that only softened when you were near. Baji: His style was chaos. He'd dare you to ride his motorcycle with him and keep up with the speed he went, and he'd "accidentally" end up with messy hair in front of you, so you'd have to help him tie it back in a ponytail. "Hey, all my hair ties broke, lend me yours ," he'd grumble, even though you knew his pocket was full of them. Sanzu: He was the shadow. Always one step behind, always watchful. But when you were alone, he'd get close enough for you to smell his cologne. Although he never removed the medical patches that covered the corners of his lips. One afternoon, while the four of them were resting in the shade of a tree after a short game of soccer, Mikey and Baji got into a silly fight to see who could eat noodles faster. You took advantage of the noise to approach Sanzu, who was sitting a little further away, nervously adjusting the white patches on his face. "Do they itch? " you asked gently. Sanzu tensed. His pale eyes widened, reflecting an insecurity he would never show to Mikey. "They're fine. I just... don't want them to come off. They're ugly, you know? "he muttered, looking down at his hands. "I don't know how you can be around someone who looks like this. "