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#anyone else think that hiromi wears thigh highs occasionally
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What the Hell
Tw (ya’ll should know the drill by now lol): mentions of suicide attempt
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Hiromi’s phone vibrated in his back pocket as he took off his flower shop apron. The boss had already left. Maybe she’d left something there and needed him to swing by her place to drop it off? He could only hope. It had happened before and now she had the impression her place was along his route home despite her living in the exact opposite direction. It had became a semi regular occurrence now.
His eyes widened as Snow boy’s name popped up in his notification bar. What was he doing texting him? The kid didn’t speak more than required even in conversation, but reaching out? What the fuck?
“What the hell!” He bellowed into the empty void of the now closed shop. Miya had disappeared and he was supposed to track him down as if he was some sort of nanny? He was the punk clown of S bulked up with arguably more muscle than Joe himself! He wasn’t some sort of caretaker. He’d beaten kids asses before on the skate track and then laughed in their faces.
But-
But the kid could get hurt and if he’d truly left upset then things could not be good. The little hot topic reeking cat boy may be barely 13 years old, but he was already tougher than Shadow in many aspects, the scrawny toothpick that he was.
He scowled as he finished closing up and ran out to his car. It was getting late and the kid could get hurt if he was by himself and hurt enough to run away like a little bitch boy. Hell, kids shouldn’t even have as much freedom as that little punk did. What were his parents thinking? The irresponsible jerks. He’d deliver him home and have a word with them. 
It had only been a few minutes since Langa’s text, so the kid had to be somewhere around Sia la Luce. Apparently, he didn’t even have his skateboard on him, so he couldn’t have gotten far.
What the hell could have made Miya so upset he’d storm off or whatever had happened? Whoever was at fault would get their face smashed into concrete so hard they’d become a goddamn troll with how much cement was embedded into their pathetic bashed body. No one messed with his kids.
What the- Miya was not his kid! He was just some poor, miserable little emo twig who blackmailed him into being wrapped around the kid’s pinky finger. That was it. He was only doing this to save face for his boss. Not because he cared. 
Definitely, 100% not because he cared.
He was Shadow. He only cared about himself and winning. Nothing else and certainly did not adopt some kids and two adults his own age and was not picturing a kid in a cat eared hoodie crying his eyes out in a rare display of emotion and-
A flash of neon green caught his eyes from a side window. He slowed, ignoring the almost instantaneous honking from cars behind him. He didn’t care what others thought of him.
“Hey kid!” he yelled, rolling down his window as he pulled to the side of the road. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Miya blinked at him, his eyes blank and toothbrush in his mouth for God knows what reason. “Brushing my teeth, duh. Knowing you, you’re probably already in dentures cause your mom never taught you how.”
Shadow just stared at him, not even having the energy to be annoyed by the kid’s constant stream of petty insults he’d probably found on some tumblr shitpost blog. Didn’t the kid run away cause something happened? And here he was, the blankest of looks in his eyes. Actually, maybe it was serious. Normally the kid would have delivered that line with a smirk and glint in his eyes.
“Just get in the car. I was told you ran away or something so you’re getting a free ride. Kids your age shouldn’t even be out this late without supervision so you better tell me what the hell happened for you to run off like a three year old.”
Miya shrugged, hopping into the seat next to Shadow and putting his feet up on the dashboard as he brought out his nintendo switch. “Whatever, old man.”
“I’m not going until you tell me what happened.”
Miya didn’t look up from his switch. “Reki tried to kill himself.”
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