Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them
It’d been a week, (
maybe two, he’s not entirely sure)
since Shinya had last kept watch over the younger boy.
It was his fault, you see, he’d finally struck out at his
brother, and Father’s favorite had done what he does
best. At the very least, Tenri had been so kind as to
heal his wounds, make the adopted child presentable
before throwing him back out into the world.