𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓| 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❦ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ❦

Shibuya's Women's
Juvenile-detention facility
☆ ★ ★

It's been a month since you've been locked up in this damned place.

You've grown accustomed to the environment rather quickly,
including attending school from a confined classroom, with officers silently watching your every move.

It annoyed you more than school itself.

Finally, it was free time, and you
had permission to go wherever you pleased.
You walked around aimlessly before hearing a familiar high-pitched voice.

"Akamaki!"
The voice belonged to Sanclair.
She shouted for you, and you couldn't help but wince at the sound of it.

You continued walking towards the cells, trying to ignore her.

"What do you want, Sanclair?"
you grumbled.

"Nothing much. Wanna hang out
with me and Sachi? We've got nothing else to do," she said
with a grin on her face.

"Nah, I'll pass. I'm just gonna chill in my cell," you replied dismissively.

"Oh come on, don't be so boring," Sanclair laughed,
"My offer still stands if you change
your mind."

You ignored her and continued climbing up the stairs towards your cell,
trying to avoid any unnecessary interaction with the other kids in Juvie.

'Cell 045'

The cell was small, bare, and barren, with nothing but a metal bunked bed and a sink and toilet,
It had become a second home to you,
a place where you could seek refuge from the chaos of the outside world.

Upon entering my cell, I felt a sense of familiarity in the space that had become my home over the past month.

Despite the confined walls and lack of personal freedom, I had grown somewhat attached to the place, perhaps because it was my only escape from the daily routine of school and the constant scrutiny of the guards.

As I made my way to my bed, I couldn't help but be reminded of the reason
I was locked up here in the first place.

I thought back to that fateful day when I lost control and acted in a way that I never thought possible.

The aftermath of that event seemed to haunt me at every turn, and I was constantly reminded of the mistakes
I had made and the people I had hurt.

Despite the heaviness in my heart,
I tried to find comfort in the quiet of my cell.

As you sat down on your lower bunk, you noticed something under
it catching your eye.

You reached down and grabbed a book titled "The Art of Poetry."
It was a gift from Mitsuya.

You weren't particularly interested in poetry before, but something about the book drew you in.

As you leafed through the pages,
you found yourself connecting with certain poems,
You couldn't help but think of Takashi as you read the words on the page.