A babysitter? Seriously? What did Koujaku
take him for, a child? It sure seemed like it,
every begrudging step closer to Aoba’s home
grew heavier and more reluctant, trailing behind
Koujaku a great amount. It may have something
to do with the black eye Beni received in a fight
just around five days ago that Koujaku was
reluctant to trust him on his own. He didn’t
see what the big deal was, though. The swelling
already was down and all that was left was a
purpling bruise around his eye.
Soon, the house came into view, and Koujaku
lifted a hand to knock. Once the door was answered,
Koujaku stepped away to make room for Beni.
A quick ‘make sure he stays out of trouble’, and
Koujaku was off to work. Beni looked up from the
ground, hands tucked away in his pockets.
» “…Hey, Sei.”