❝𝑲𝑬𝑬𝑷 𝒀/𝑵 𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺❞
⤷𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 Y/N Hime, a ballet dancer
whose got a big kind heart and comes
from a family of successful people is also
the girlfriend of the leader and founder
of Toman, or known as Tokyo...
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⊱second person POV⊰
𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
"bye-bye!" mikey waved at you as you waved back before entering your house, closing the door behind you . "i'm home!" you called out to no one, taking your shoes off. you walked to the kitchen and grabbed fav/snack before walking upstairs towards your bedroom, you dropped your bag near your bed before jumping on the bed. you sat crisscross, opening your snack and started eating it.
"mmmm i have one hour and 3 minutes left before i have to go to ballet class- i should do my homework" you groaned and unzipped your backpack, taking out your books setting down on your desk. you sat down on the chair, placing your snack on the side of the desk. opening your book and note book you started to do the homework, in your opinion it was easy, easy but way to long.
━━━━━━ 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘆
"mikey-kun!!" he heard someone call out his name as he stopped his tracks and turned to whoever was calling him, "huh?" mikey saw one of his classmates with another boy, he was tall with blond hair on top but with a dragon tattoo on the temple of his head, he wore a white long sleeve shirt with a red sleeveless jacket and blue jeans. the boy had a confused and shock face when he saw mikey and looked around the street.
mikey walked towards the male as his classmate walked away, "hey" mikey spoke, looking up at him. "a bunch of the 48 positions overlaps, don't they" mikey continued, staring at the boy, confusing him. he stared at mikey and he stared back, moving the lollipop around his mouth.
"huh?" was all the boy said, not understanding what mikey was saying. "i keep trying to count them, and never get to 40 thoughts?" mikey spoke again. "w-what even is that?" the boy muttered before asking another question, "you're mikey-kun... right?"
"yeah, i am. what about it?" mikey answered, "um, some middle schoolers i know wanted me to get you" the boy replied, "what?" mikey frowned a bit. "i mean.. i'm not gonna force ya-" he defended himself, feeling nervous. "sure" mikey spoke
