"wait- nikki, man-" the villain blurted, cutting off at the slam of murai's door. well great. the boy had just been trying to help, had just invited him to stay the night, and haruka had already made him angry. he hadn't meant anything, but there it was. words and mistakes couldn't be took back, time couldn't be reversed.
haruka nervously cracked his wrists, staring down the hallway murai had disappeared into before padding around the room and looking for any clue towards the hero's true identity. it didn't take long; just as he had thought, there was artwork hung from his younger days. 'murai?' the villain thought, brows drawing together.
the villain sighed softly and looked around once more. he felt as though he could wander the house for hours, but knew it wouldn't be something murai would appreciate. after much tossing, turning, and almost falling off the couch, haruka managed to drift into a restless sleep.
haruka nervously cracked his wrists, staring down the hallway murai had disappeared into before padding around the room and looking for any clue towards the hero's true identity. it didn't take long; just as he had thought, there was artwork hung from his younger days. 'murai?' the villain thought, brows drawing together.
the villain sighed softly and looked around once more. he felt as though he could wander the house for hours, but knew it wouldn't be something murai would appreciate. after much tossing, turning, and almost falling off the couch, haruka managed to drift into a restless sleep.



