Tokyo Revengers x (Male) Readers

Takashi Mitsuya x (Seme) Reader 1

Sorry If there's spelling or grammar mistakes, I don't know if I'm good at writing so this is my first attempt :)

(May be out of character, and has made up characters in story) 

Story length: Long 

Genre: Shounen ai (but if u want da smut den i giv u da smut)

Warnings in this chapter: none

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Reader's Character

Name: Yuto (or you can use whatever name you want) 

Height: 190 cm (~6'2 ft)

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Description: Tall, handsome, fit & toned, black mid-length hair, childish (teehee)

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Reader's POV

"Let's give our new student a warm welcome, class!" The scrawny, nerdy looking female teacher chirped to her class as I walked in. I slowly walked up to the place she gestured for me and sighed while standing in front of the class. I stood with boredom and waited for them to finish their long dragged monotone welcome. 

"He's kinda hot! Don't you think?" I caught one of the girls sitting near the front whispering excitedly to her friend who was in the seat behind her. 

"I know right? Maybe there are other boys who can be just as hot as Mitsuya-san after all!" They giggled lightly, and their cheeks turned scarlet when they realized that I'd heard them and had been staring at them. 

'Mitsuya-san, huh.' I thought to myself after I'd introduced myself to the class with a boring formal greeting and sat down in one of the empty desks in the back. I settled into class with a few people glancing at me and some whispering about me from gleeful girls. After a a few minutes, I was immediatly bored by the class and wanted to get out of here, so I told the teacher I needed to use the bathroom and slipped out of class successfully. I didn't know where to go after that so I decided to go up and head for the roof. 

"Skipping class isn't good for you, especially on your first day." I turned around, startled by the voice beside me. I had made my way up onto the roof and found a purplish haired boy sitting in the shade on the floor.

"Well aren't you doing the same?" I said as I calmed my nerves from the scare. I looked at him more closely as I stepped into the shade with him. He had a slender, toned figure and was crouching with a bitten melon bread in his right hand. A single cross earring hanged from his left ear and both of his eyebrows were slit somewhere in the middle. He had grayish pupils slightly fading into lavender, like his purple hair, and a curious gaze leaked from his eyes. He patted the spot beside him, gesturing for me to sit and I did. We sat together in the shade without talking for a long 5 minutes before I decided to ask for his name. 

"Mitsuya, Takashi Mitsuya." He answered while looking far away in the distance, then turned his head to me and said: "And you're Yuto Hashimoto right?"