𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟
ғᴛ. ᴋᴀᴡᴀᴛᴀ sᴏᴜʏᴀ
⌈Tokyo Revengers⌋
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❘❘❘❘❘❘ ❛ Living with your cousin, your attention was caught by a cute cinnamon roll who has anger written on his face, and you just couldn't resist but ask him out the f...
━───Mikey's eyes shined at the mention of food, and the other became focus at the red bag on Baji's hand like it was some treasure.
Of course not everyone was interested to chocolates, take Mucho and Sanzu for example. There's also Mitsuya who just chuckled.
"What's so fucking special about it!?" Peh-yan's loud voice boomed through the small gathering, his brows knitted together in confusion as he squinted at the chocolates Keisuke had handed over, as if inspecting a bizarre alien artifact.
The chocolates, gleaming in their red metallic foil, looked like they had just been plucked from the heart of a volcano, their shiny wrappers reflecting the boys' eager expressions.
Souya received a piece too, along with everyone else, courtesy of Keisuke, who was bragging nonstop, his voice a constant stream of self-congratulation.
Furrowing his eyebrows, Souya stared at the red metallic foil, a distant memory flitting through his mind like a moth drawn to light. A girl with fiery red hair flashed before him. He could picture her, though her features remained frustratingly vague—she wore a mask and a wide-brimmed hat, but that bold splash of red from the chocolate wrapper made his heart race, reminiscent of the way her hair shimmered like flames under the sun.
Raising the chocolate from his palm, Souya turned it over, surprise flooding his senses as he caught sight of the gold lettering glinting like a treasure in the dark.
"What's this?" Souya asked bluntly, squinting at the elegant script, intrigued.
"Eh? Somethin' wrong, Angry?" Nahoya chimed in, a playful grin spreading across his face as he noticed his younger twin's puzzled expression.
"There's a word written on the wrapper," Souya replied with a nonchalant shrug, glancing sideways at his twin brother, whose curiosity was now piqued.
Nahoya raised an eyebrow, his amusement growing, "Hm? What is it?"
"I don't know," Souya replied, his annoyance surfacing like a stubborn weed in a well-manicured garden.
Tearing his gaze away from Nahoya, he returned to the chocolate, his brow furrowing deeper as he tried to decipher the elegant script. That's when he realized, it wasn't just a word; it was a name.
"(Y/n)?" he muttered, the name rolling off his tongue like a puzzling riddle.
His voice caught Keisuke's attention, snapping him out of his chocolate-induced reverie.
"What? You know my cousin?" Keisuke's expression shifted to one of disbelief, his voice taking on a surprisingly intimidating tone that cut through the playful atmosphere like a knife.
