MY PRETTY || Tokyo Revengers

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A/N: thank you so much for 7k+ reads and 600+ votes! <33

"A... formal dinner party?" You gawked as soon as Kakucho told you the news.

"Yep, Mikey ordered it," Kakucho smiled, scratching the back of his head slightly. "I don't really get it either."

"It's like Izana all over again," you groaned, burying your face in your hands.

"Mikey asked for you to be the one to get his outfit tailored," he continued.

You shot up instantly, straightening in your seat. "He wants me to do it?"

Kakucho nodded.

"Well why didn't he ask me himself," you pouted.

Kakucho merely shrugged, hand playing around with his knife. "The dinner party is gonna be next month so you don't need to rush."

"Rush my ass, do you know how long it takes to get an expensive outfit tailored?" You exclaimed.

"Find s good designer and some quick tailors, what's so hard about that?"

"Forget it," you sighed, slouching a little bit. "I'll get it done, just leave it to me. Anyone else need their outfits tailored too?"

He shook his head, "Nah, I think we've all got it covered."

"Alright, thanks Kakucho."

"Anytime," he smiled, standing up. "I'll see you later."

You waved, watching as he exited your salon. It was one of the few days where you could actually visit and see how the progress was going.

As usual, any business you run functions smoothly, for the most part at least. You could see customers coming in and out of your high class facility, everyone was satisfied, most were smiling.

You observed the staff, most of which who have been working under you for years. They were good friends of yours, and you had hired another one who you knew had a background as a former member of Toman.

His name was Atsushi Sendo. He was a nice guy, you liked him a lot. He was probably your favorite worker. Your star stylist, as you liked to call him.

He was one of your oldest workers, he'd been working since a few months after you first put up your business.

"Atsushi-kun, I'll leave the rest of the work for you today, okay?" You called, picking up your handbag as you walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm counting on you."

"Sure thing, Y/N-san," he smiled, saluting playfully as you grinned, nodding.

You waved him goodbye as you exited the salon, hands shoved into your pockets as your eyes scanned your surroundings. The busy streets of Shibuya were comforting in their own sense, seeing people living their lives, everyone in their own world.

The sudden ringing of your phone grabbed your attention as you picked up upon seeing Inui's name flash on your screen. "I'm on my way, Inupi."

"I thought you were gonna bail on me," he jested, the smile evident in his tone.

"What? Me? Bail on you? Pffft, never!" You laughed light heartedly as you made another turn. "I'll be there soon, baby. Just wait a few minutes."

"You take too long," he mumbled, pouting slightly.

You grinned as you saw his figure in the distance, silently creeping over to him as you leaned over his shoulder to whisper in his ear. "Do I?"

He jumped slightly, nearly dropping his phone in the process as he turned around a little too quickly. "You scared me!"