𝗖𝗬𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗬
ғᴛ. sᴀɴᴏ ᴍᴀɴᴊɪʀᴏ
⌈Tokyo Revengers⌋
ᯓ꒰ •̫͡-•̫͡꒱ᯓ
❘❘❘❘❘❘ ❛ Returning back to the past, you ended up being entangled with your one and only lover in the past whom you've sworn to yourself was someone you hate. Turn...
━─── You stood in front of Mizo University, your eyes narrowing at the towering structure. Cage of hell, you thought, but you didn't flinch. People's curious glances were like static, barely a whisper of attention in the back of your mind. You were used to it. A woman like you doesn't exactly blend in.
It wasn't like you gave a shit about the stares, honestly, fuck them. You didn't even have a uniform on, and the way you looked screamed trouble from every angle. The torn sleeves of your jacket hung loose, exposing inked skin, and your boots echoed off the concrete in a way that made it clear you weren't someone to fuck with.
No one dared to step in your way, though. You weren't from here, that was obvious, but the weight of your presence had everyone looking down. You didn't even need to speak. You walked into the building like you were the one who owned it, a wolf in the middle of sheep.
Inside, rows of classrooms stretched before you, dull and uninviting. It only took a second for you to realize: This is the place Takemichi goes to. But you'd been too distracted by the idiots around you to ask which damn room he was in. Your eyes flickered over the sea of students until you spotted a random one who looked a little too comfortable. Your hand shot out, grabbing his collar with a force that made him choke on his own breath.
"Wh-What the hell, man?!" The student yelped, eyes wide in panic as you yanked him closer.
You didn't even blink. Your gaze froze him in place. He didn't even breathe for a moment, caught somewhere between awe and fear.
"Do you know which room Hanagaki is in?"
His mouth parted but no sound came out. Instead, he gaped at you like you were some sort of creature from another world.
"Ha-Hanagaki? I don't know him..."
The words barely left his lips before your irritation flared. A flash of cold rage crossed your face, and the student's body stiffened. His whole demeanor dropped as he visibly recoiled from the intensity of your stare.
You let go of him and he staggered back, but the damage was done. Others who'd been watching you stood frozen, eyes wide, whispering to each other. But there were always those who thought they could be heroes.
You looked up as two students approached, one taller than the other, but both brave or stupid enough to get closer.
"You mean Hanagaki Takemichi, right?" The taller one said, meeting your gaze without flinching, but the quick, nervous twitch in his eye wasn't lost on you.
