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 Keisuke had yelled your name with such irritation and disbelief, you already knew what's coming, guessing in your mind that he find out about the drawing on his face.
You woke up last night, exactly at the time Keisuke was taking a bath and after a few hours where he's done changing and was already laying at your side, deeply asleep, and then your mind seems to become active. The thought of doing something mischievous, like drawing an eye in Keisuke's eyelids, plus an eye on his forehead, then there's the extra smile on each side of his mouth. Have I almost mentioned that you even boredly scribble some math equations and solved some problems on his face?
The urge to create was too strong to resist. Armed with a pen you'd swiped from his bedside table, you'd drawn a wide, cartoonish eye on each of his eyelids, a bulging eye on his forehead, and a goofy grin stretching from cheek to cheek. Just for fun, you'd even boredly scribbled some math equations, complete with half-hearted solutions, across his cheeks.
Clearly, your creativity knows no bounds, or time.
However, you didn't anticipate your cousin barging in from the hallway. He had strolled past, presumably heading to answer the door, while you were lost in your world of chaotic artistry.
That's how you ended up tackled on the floor of the kitchen, the pancake batter you're making splattered on the floor as both of you fought like you do back then. Keisuke was using his left hand to grabbed you hair, tugging it painfully while you use your right hand to grabbed his own hair.
The two of you kept tugging at each other hair, glaring at each other while Keisuke's other hand is trying to swear some pancake batter into your face.
"KEISUKE, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!" you shouted, a mixture of indignation and laughter escaping your lips. Keisuke, ever the picture of defiance, stuck out his tongue like a five-year-old.
"No way! What did you do to my face!?"
"I gave you a makeover! Ugh, get off!!!" You squirmed beneath him, desperately trying to wriggle free.
"Makeover!? With a pen!? Are you fuckin' kidding me!?" His eyes widened, and you could see the panic starting to settle in.
"You look great!... just like a clown." You whispered the last part, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.
"I LOOK LIKE A CLOWN!?!"
"No I mean... Nevermind."
"No, I mean... nevermind," you stammered, realizing you'd probably just made things worse.
