as the child of takamura himself, it was no secret that you attracted much unwanted attention. you had practically grown up in the JCC after forging fake ID cards which somehow allowed you to bypass the system when you were younger.

you had grown and trained alongside sakamoto, rion and Nagumo. though now it was only you and Nagumo whom remained; rion having passed away to the hands of uzuki and sakamoto having retired with a wife-illegally disbanding the JCC.

things had been getting intense recently. though one thing worth noting- takamura, your father, had finally sided with you, with the order, the JCC.. apparently it was willingly, fighting alongside you, Nagumo, and sakamoto

though this hadn’t lasted long. Sei asaki had placed a pricey hit on each of your heads- takamura’s loyalty took a turn for the worst.

he got inbetween you three- everyone hopped back. he darted towards you specifically, singling out the one who he knew the best. it was at this moment that you realised- you’re father wouldn’t hesitate to end you at any cost.

after multiple back and forths, the fight had ended and you and nagumo weakly retreated. it wasn’t long before shishiba was suspecting you; you hadn’t missed him mumbling something along the lines of a traitorous member to Osaragi at the table- shamelessly side-eyeing you. Eventually your affairs and conflicts had lead to exclusion from the order.

Though as of current- you and nagumo were landed in hospital. Your wounds were dire, and it was likely you wouldn’t make it despite how hard you fought back. Your body was encased in dressings, tubes and bandages, surprisingly not strapped down to the clinical bed.

There was an empty glass on your bedside, which you found yourself staring at suddenly dry throated.

The door to your hospital room opened, and in came in nagumo; an everlasting grin etched onto his lips as usual. luckily, he had with him cold, fresh water in a large glass. He sat at the side of your bed without daring to look at you.

“hm. everybody is saying that you’re a traitor, y’know? or atleast shishiba has been saying that. bastard.. how d’you feel?”

he shrugged off his jacket, lazily laying it across the end of your bed.