Atsushi was standing quietly in the rain, the dim light and heavy shadows shrouded his face. But when the lightning flashed in the alley, his eyes have lost all their devilish gleam of mischief.
Instead, there was a dark unreadable gaze.
Azuma firmly held his ground, a fight would be inevitable, and running was not an option despite Misha's critical condition.
But as he held the other boy's eyes, the distant sirens pierced the battering rain.
A low smile curled upon Atsushi's lips.
He raised his hand in a wave and silently left.
The water became more heavy and restless, as it raged and stormed for many nights to come. A cold that could seep into one's soul and bone arrived with the abnormal rains.
Misha struggled to breathe as he was taken inside the ambulance. His eyes were partially open but heavy, his whole body softly shivered in a feverish heat.
