𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡 // 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 "𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺" 𝘴. (HIATUS)

⇢3.

"Well," she started, "if you wait till we're done with...whatever the hell it is you want with us, I'll give you the rest in my bag and I'll buy some for you."

"You'll never get rid of him now," Draken stated with mock sympathy.

Mikey crossed his arms stubbornly, "Fine, but I don't see why I can't get them now."

"Because," she stopped in front of a hallway before pointing down it. "Takemitchy's class is down there."

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"It's only a few doors down, so–" (Your Name)'s voice was cut off, stray students finally taking note of the two blondes accompanying "their" prized Queen of the school.

"What school are you bastards from?!"

"And what the fuck do you think you're you doing with our (Your Name), huh?!"

Looking at the two gang members who miraculously appeared in front of her, instead of by her side like previously, they faced the crowd of students head-on.

Cocking his head back to lazily peer at the girl behind him, Mikey delivered a goading, close-lipped smile to her. "Well aren't you a popular one, Queen-chin?"

She gave a nonchalant shrug, accompanied by a nod, "Guess so. Not sure why, though."

Mikey gave a small, light-hearted chuckle at the girl's level of disinterest to those around her before turning back around. Cracking his knuckles, the tallest Toman founder made his way down the hall. Draken's expression became void.

"Move."

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Inside of Takemitchy's homeroom, the crybaby blonde sat at his desk, a few papers in his hands as he attempted to pay attention to the teacher.

'I guess I don't have time to let my head stay in the clouds.' He thought to himself.

Letting his head drop in between his arms, Takemichi's mind reverted back to Naoto.

"Sano Manjiro and Kisaki Tetta. Stop the two from meeting. Then, we can save my sister."

"I met Sano," the blonde began to mumble to himself, balancing his blue pencil on his upper lip. "Even if it was just a coincidence."

'In order to save Hina, who died getting caught up in that mess, I need to stop the strife within the Tokyo Manji Gang. And to do that, I need to make sure the two heads don't meet in this era...'

Takemichi's hands found themselves on his head, his chin now resting on the desk surface at the pressure placed on him.

'...but I have no idea what the hell I'm supposed to do from here.'

"Making sure they don't meet," he mumbled to himself again in question, this time, with a small amount of distress added to his tone. "Isn't that pretty much impossible?"

Before he could ponder any longer, shouts from the hallway hit his ears.

"What school you bastards from?!"

"And what the fuck do you think you're you with our (Your Name), huh?!"

"Get the hell out!"

Letting out a small 'huh', Takemichi slowly lifted his head before turning it towards the door before it slid open.

"Hey, Queen-chin was right. There he is." Mikey's unbothered smile made its appearance in the classroom as his eyes landed on Takemichi.

"Huh?" Takemichi's eyes grew as wide as saucers as Mikey casually strolled into his class, hands stuffed in his pockets.