There was once a transferred student that grew up in the streets of New York. He was quiet, strikingly beautiful but is very mysterious.
He was only fourteen but he made it look like he's seen the worse there is.
But a month later, he was killed.
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"Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know."
-Ernest Hemingway
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Here's a lineart of Y/n and Ash. Just for basis. Your oc is your oc so I won't interfere with what you're supposed to look like I just coveted the eyes to be green for plot purposes.
I just drew his appearance according to the feeling my ancestors gave me.
And also, I'd like to warn you about the incoming topic which tackles triggers, para-suicidal and fictional (which means, I just made it up or it may coincidentally be the same in real life) mental health issue.
Y/n was holding a basket containing fruits as he trailed his way towards the hospital lobby.
Nurses and patients couldn't help but turn their heads to the young foreigner who confidently walked to the hospital. None can recall having seen if this young man was a new celebrity, but they couldn't help but admire this beautiful existence.
The boy enquired about Draken's ward at the nurse on the lobby desk with a polite and decent Japanese. After getting the information, he nod his head almost in the form of bowing as he wasn't accustomed to all formalities yet and he tends to forget them once he goes in daze.
The boy trailed the corridor after memorizing the map and followed according to the direction of the room the nurse had gladly told him. When the young man reached the door, he knocked twice before turning the knob to find Takemichi and Draken having a chat.
The two's faces lit up as soon as they saw the young foreigner enter and shamelessly continued on. "Here's a gift from Eiji." He put the basket beside the cupboard and sat on the bedside looking at the big blonde. "How are you feeling?" He asked.
Draken smiled. "I was in pain earlier. Got better after seeing you come." He replied.
"What?"
"You, coming here is really healing." Draken still continues shamelessly.
Takemichi was actually nodding with agreement. "Did you see how cool I was, beating Kiyomasa?"
"No, I was busy thinking about other things." Y/n bluntly responded.
"Y/n was worried about me so he didn't have time looking at you." Draken shot back.
Takemichi opened his mouth, planning to complain, but remembering Y/n breaking down that time due to a person he assumed to be important to him had died due to the on the same stab that Draken got. Although he didn't understand much of that conversation due to the confusion, they knew that Y/n was sensitive to many things.
