Desperado

Perhaps Raijin enjoyed teasing others a tad too much, especially when they were cute. He couldn’t help the thrill of satisfaction that went through him when the boy’s expression quickly turned bashful at his comment, Hikaru’s bows rising in surprise then scrunching with timidness, a hint of a brighter pink peeking through the pale white of his cheeks quite adorably. How innocent he was.

His company was quick to announce that he didn’t have a girl, though the slight delay in mentioning a boy told him all he needed to know. Hell, he even got a name out of it when he went on to explain how he’d come to be in the Armada. A Mortis, apparently, and the heir to the pack. It seemed the yearling was making friends in high places. “Mmm, seems so. Lucky indeed,” he rumbled with a knowing glint. “Just make sure you don’t let them push you around. You got away from Iga to lead a different life, surely you have something in mind as to what that is. Nobody knows who you are, you can choose to keep it that way or teach them who you are,” after all, who didn’t want a fresh start?