𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, t shigaraki

01, 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

"before school, smoke weed in the levy. after school, smoke weed in the levy"

the train, the rain and a book. music blasting into your ears through your millionth pair of earbuds. you quietly hummed the words, looking over the words that formed sentences on the page of your paper back novel.

taking a quick glance out the window, you sigh looking back, at the bag sat on your feet. you didn't pack much, you thought you would find a nice vintage store, placed perfectly next to your soon to be, new favorite book cafè.

turning your head, your hair delicately brushing against your neck, you looked again out the window, noticing that now you were nearing a society, unlike the random fields as to the hours before. you looked to your phone, noticing it was nearing 5pm, the sky slowly clearing up from the rain, though it would definitely stay cloudy and grey.

you wore; your favorite dark tan ripped tights, layered with fishnet ones. it was cold, so you had cream leg-warmers, which rolled over your demonia creeper-219s. they were one of your favorite pair of shoes; velvet, 3 inch platforms, roses embroidered on the sides. even in the chilly weather, you still wear shorts. today you wore baggy, highwaisted washed out dark grey jean-shorts; with a belt. just to top it off, a grandpa sweater. you loved wearing earth-toned grandpa sweaters, they always went so well with your creepers.

"i guess we'll be at musutafu soon, huh." you mumbled under your breath, expecting none of the 4 people that sat in the same carriage as yourself to hear you. the train stopped for the first time in a few hours, "now arriving at tokyo station!" the trains speaker announced as the light sign read 'tokyo station'.

"almost there," you thought to yourself watching the other 4 passengers leave the carriage, only for one more to sit at the seats in front of you.

that smell, oh how you loved that smell. this man smelt of one of your favorite scents, that smell of cigarettes, weed, crappy deodorant, and some sort of body spray; that most likely was an attempt to cover up the almost not illegal, smell of drugs. he sat back faced, right in-front of you, black hoodie covering the back of his head.

you took out your earbuds, as your stop was getting closer. the man that sat in front of you, swapped to the seat across from himself, to stare directly at you, although you didn't mind. he was skinny, had a black hoodie on it was old, very old. it had red writing, with one of your favorite bands names "radiohead" written across the chest. examining his face, you notice a scar on the left side of his lips, similarly he had 2 snake bite piercings, one on each side under his bottom lip. 

he sat there, hands in pockets, his bright red eyes staring at you from behind his pale blue hair. you however, gave back the same energy, a deadly, but sex appealing stare. not budging, you slipped your bookmark back into your book. picking up your larger bag off your feet, and put the book you were just reading, in the front pocket.

the tension between the two of you was strange, and dangerous. like you could take over the world if you wanted to. but the way he looked at you, was like he was going to kill you; you didn't mind that though.

your stop getting closer and closer, you stared deeper into his eyes, noticing the scars that sat on and around his eyelids; they contrasted to his dark eyebags, most likely from lack of sleep, but also the eyeliner under his eyes, most likely for looks.

"now arriving at musutafu station!" the speakers announced. the scrawny man groaned and rolled his eyes, breaking eye contact from you.

"t'is my stop sweetheart," his voice, raspy and deep. he attempted a smile, but you could tell that wasn't his thing. he stood up as the train came to a stop, you checked out the rest of him, since you hadn't before. he wore, black almost skinny-skinny jeans with rips in the knees. he pared these perfectly with a pare of classic doc martins, and many spike, and silver accessories. you to stood up, grabbing your large bag that sat on your lap, just as he got to the door.