#nahoya kawata x you
↪ knives in a shell - n. kawata
- in which nahoya knows nothing but how to destroy himself in the pit of darkness. will you save him?
prologue of: short series (1)
timeline: first future, souya is absent in this time, along with mitsuya who doesn’t make gang appearance despite being alive. toman executive nahoya x fem! reader
a/n:it’s still in planning mostly but i’m too busy to fasten it’s progress. so i decided to upload this little thing anyway. i have yet to decide on whether to create a tag list or not, but if you’d like to be added, comment down below.
“protect me?”
nahoya grumbles at hislast words in the meekest of voices, the subtlest of whispers ringing painfully among the clashing wind. he wishes so badly to get it out of his head, get it to just stop. but it ceases to in the most persistent way, thrashing in the corners of his head till all he hears are the voices of that raspy yet soft tenor, that voice of selflessness, that voice of his other half.
“souya come back,” he fists his hair into his hands, traces of his smile long gone, “I swear big brother will do it right. big bro will protect you.”
“come back, little bro. I know you’re still there,” nahoya’s knees fall to the stone floor, his knees scraping harshly against the uneven surface- and he can’t seem to care, can’t seem to feel the throbbing pain shooting through his knees, can’t seem to grasp the hideous headache tearing him apart, can’t seem to stop the surge of tears that don’t follow his will anymore.
he’s going crazy.
nahoya feels utterly numb, as if the sharpest of knives carved a sheath hole into his chest and left his heart in bereft darkness, excruciating and unbearable. nahoya knows he’s lost such a huge part of himself, his other half, his twin devil- and it’s all because of himself, his carelessness and his ignorance.
nahoya takes all the blame upon his weighted shoulders, shoulders that slouch with a ton of bricks breaking against their blades. nahoya smashes the bottle of alcohol against the floor, debris of broken glass splashing around him like powder in the air. he feels a few of the tiny glasses stab against his palm, his skin, but it doesn’t hurt at all.
It can’t hurt when he’s profusely bleeding through his chest, punching what feels like the stab of death on his ribcage.
nahoya feels regretful, hurt and lost.
nahoya feels halved.
but he can’t feel the warmth of his brother serenading his beating heart, he cannot feel his little brother, his twin devil.
he cannot feel anything.
and what reason is there to fix his life if not for souya?
taglist is disabled for now since it’s just a prologue.
