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...
When morning arrived, you woke up to a foot alarmingly close to your face, and a grin crept across your lips, stretching wide like a Cheshire cat. Of course, the smile plastered on your face wasn't the kind that hinted at warmth or happiness.
No. It was that creepy, psychopathic grin that one might wear just before committing a murder.
It might come off as a surprise, but thankfully Keisuke has no unpleasant odor—the guy bath in an unholy hours where everyone is deep in a slumber.
Rolling your eyes, you swung your legs off the bed, stretching your limbs like a cat waking from a nap, before letting out a silent yawn. As you shuffled toward your luggage, one hand rubbed your left eye to wipe away the rough remnants of dried tears clinging stubbornly to the rim.
You fished out a bathrobe, its fabric soft against your skin, and made a beeline for the bathroom.
8 minutes. That's all it took for you to finish whatever business you have in the bathroom, and that's also the right time for Keisuke to open his eyes and stare at you like you're some kind of thief.
You raised an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms over your chest, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Your serious expression was as steadfast as a stone wall, especially under the intensity of his gaze that felt like a comparison to a malevolent stranger. However, your straight face didn't stand a chance when Keisuke blinked at you with that adorably dazed look, confusion washing over his features like a wave.
A chuckle finally escaped your lips as he sat up, but his body didn't quite cooperate; he fell back onto the bed with a thud, letting out a startled curse.
"Seriously, you shouldn't be moving aggressively right after you woke up," you admonished with a smirk.
Keisuke grunted in response, staying still on the bed, his head turning toward you like a slow-moving tank. "Why's that?" he asked, only to take it back, "Never mind. It's not like I'm interested. I'd rather you tell me why you're up so early."
You call this early?!
The raising eyebrow can no longer be prevented as you stared at your cousin, then you uncrossed your arms and walk towards the table where your phone is placed. You opened it and the numbers that shows that current time appeared right in the bat, written in black font is 6:46am.
"Oh, just the right time to wake up," you said, placing your phone back down with a flourish. "Right, you had school today. When does your class start?"
Burying his face back into the pillow, Keisuke let out a long sigh, then peeked back at you, his eyes now wide awake and devoid of any lingering traces of sleep. You marveled at how he could go from zombie to alert in mere moments, especially considering how late you were sure he had stayed up last night.
"My class starts at 8:00."
"Is that so? Then continue sleeping for a while; I'll go cook some breakfast for Aunt."
"And me."
"Yeah, and you."
"You're the best," Keisuke said, burying his face into the pillow again, then whispered in a tone too loud to be considered a true whisper, "You're still a devil, though."
You swore he said that on purpose, like a mischievous gremlin.
With a sweet smile on your face, you grabbed a pen scattered on the table and tossed it at him. The pen hit his head with a soft thwack, and he quickly shot up to glare at you, his hair resembling a bird's nest.
You were already out of his room when you heard Keisuke yell, "You crazy girl! At least dress decently before going out!!!"
Oh right.
Did I forget to mention you were wearing just a sports bra and short shorts, with a loose bathrobe flung over you like an afterthought?
You didn't care, though, because you were in your cousin's house, far too comfortable to be bothered by proper attire. Unlike your mom, who adorned herself in formal clothing even at home, dripping with accessories and vibrant gowns, you were content to embrace the lazy vibes that either came from your own nature or your dad's less-than-fancy habits.
As you entered the kitchen, you flung open each cabinet, trying to memorize where everything was stashed. Your main mission? The tray of eggs, tucked away in the lower cabinet, thankfully not up high, because in your opinion, delicate ingredients like eggs were always one miscalculation away from a tragic drop.
You busied yourself in the kitchen, blissfully unaware of the sound of knocking or Keisuke passing by to answer the door. You were lost in your own little world, slicing onion leaves with the focus of a bomb defuser, your face devoid of emotion as if you were on a secret mission. Keisuke glanced your way, his eye twitching at how seriously you were taking this. He could have sworn you were counting every minuscule piece of onion, and for a moment, he wondered if you'd pull a dramatic face-off against a bomb.
Meanwhile, Chifuyu stood outside with a look of utter boredom, staring at the sky as if waiting for inspiration to strike or the world to give him a sign of any kind.
It didn't take long; a few seconds later, the sound of a click echoed from the door, followed by Keisuke's voice.
"Oh, it's just you, Chifuyu. Why're you so early?"
Chifuyu turned around to find Baji rubbing his right eye with his thumb, his long hair a wild mess reminiscent of a bird's nest. After a drawn-out yawn, Keisuke raised an eyebrow when he noticed Chifuyu didn't offer his usual 'Good morning, Baji-san.' Instead, the younger boy stared at him, blinking in surprise, before covering his mouth to suppress the laughter threatening to spill out.
Keisuke furrowed his brow. "What?"
"Baji-san...pfft... I." Chifuyu burst into light laughter, pointing at Keisuke's face. "You look hilarious."
"Ha!?"
"There's pen ink on your face."
This time, it was Keisuke who blinked in surprise.
Ink? What ink? He wracked his brain, then Chifuyu pointed at his eyelids.
With confusion painted across his features, Keisuke rubbed his eyelids, scrubbing so hard you'd think he was trying to erase a permanent marker. His fingers turned black, smudging ink all over.
His confusion swiftly morphed into irritation, and without a moment's hesitation, he bolted toward the kitchen.
"(Y/N) YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
The sound of something crashing in the kitchen accompanied a muffled curse.
Meanwhile, Chifuyu's laughter echoed behind him as he sauntered into the Baji residence, his boredom entirely replaced by an amused grin, a witness to the chaotic morning unfolding like a badly scripted comedy.
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