Accomplice [Tokyo Revengers]

Chapter III - Regret

Mikey takes it upon himself to drive (Y/n) back home, right after dismissing himself from the concluded meeting. 

It under an hour, Mikey returns (Y/n) to her designated home, parking right in front of the yard. (Y/n) removes her helmet and gives it to Mikey before departing herself from the vehicle. 

"Thank you..." She mumbles.

Mikey shakes his head slightly. "I was the one to drag you along in the first place. Thanks for obliging." He remains on his vehicle, the engine still on as he clings onto the handles. "So, what'd you think?"

(Y/n) quirks up an eyebrow. "Think of what?"

"Toman." Mikey replies simply. "I'd figured the meeting would give you a good idea about what you were missing."

"What, getting involved in fights?" (Y/n) exchanges a look of disapproval. "No thanks."

Mikey chuckles. "It's more than that, you know." His smile stretches outwards. "Unlike most gangs, we fight for a purpose. We clean up our own messes either way. We don't go harassing people as we please. Not without a good reason."

(Y/n) struggled to read off his face, but the tone of Mikey's voice reaffirmed his words. "Yeah, I know." She turns her back at him. 

"Of course you do." Mikey hums, amused by her obnoxiousness. "Yet you don't want to join?"

"No." (Y/n) deadpans. "I'd rather live my life peacefully, thank you very much."

Mikey pouts. "You're too honest for your own good, (Y/n)-chin." He puffed out his cheeks, portraying his frustration. "Come on, I'm trying really hard here."

(Y/n) faces him. "Yeah, I can see that." She tucks her hands into the pockets of her trousers. "But I have more important things to tend to back on my end."

"Like what?"

"School, obviously." (Y/n) scowls. "As much as I hate it, I'm trying to graduate from middle school and high school."

"Eh?" Mikey tilts his head to the side. "Why?" 

A defined vein mark appears through the corner of (Y/n)'s forehead. 'Is he an idiot?' She wonders. She sighs heavily before revealing to him. "Because I told my grandma that I would, okay?"

"Your grandma?" Mikey repeats.

"Yeah." (Y/n) confirms. "She's the one that raised me after my dad left. My brother is a high school drop-out, followed by my mom, my grandma's daughter. I wanted to drop out of middle school after my first year, but my grandma told me that she wanted me to pursue that easy going and fulfilling life of a teenager. Something that my brother and mom never had."

"Then, wouldn't it make more sense to join Toman?" Mikey questions with a raised hand, as though he was her student.

"Okay, now you're just refusing to listen." (Y/n) grows aggravated by his childish behavior.

Mikey goes quiet, traveling his eyes to the handles of his motorcycle. "Whether or not you join Toman, I still want to be friends, (Y/n)-chin." (Y/n)'s breath hitches. "--Because I've taken a liking to you." He exchanges a warm smile when he looks back at her.

One would anticipate that (Y/n) would react like a typical high school girl, flustered or happy; But that never became the case.

Instead, (Y/n) wears a disgusted look. "The hell?" The upper half of her face is shadowed. "Why you say it like you're confessing your love? That's gross." 

Mikey sticks out his tongue at her. "Not like you're my type, weirdo. Don't go misinterpreting my words!" He groans, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. "I meant it a platonic way, dummy; I like you as a person."