MY PRETTY || Tokyo Revengers

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Hanagaki looked at you, confused. "I don't understand... what do you mean 'too'?"

"I tried to protect him from going down this path, and instead I followed him. I know him better than you," you told him.

"Just because you failed, doesn't mean I will too." He insisted stubbornly.

You let out a mocking laugh, crossing your arms over your chest. "I get what he meant when he said you don't know when to quit."

"You make it sound condescending."

"It's meant to be."

Silence.

You sighed, uncrossing your arms. "I won't help you, but I'm warning you now not to go after him, you'll only get yourself killed."

"We'll see about that," he said.

"We will, but first I have somewhere to go, I hope we don't meet again, Hanagaki." You saluted him lamely before turning around, giving him one last glance from over your shoulder. "You would be wise not to mention my identity to others."

With that, you emerged from the alleyway and headed back to the pet shop, pulling out your phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?" A deep voice answered.

"I need everything you can find about Hanagaki Takemichi."

* * *

The bell chimed as you entered the pet shop and you looked around quickly before spotting Kazutora carrying a patched cat in his arms.

His hair was tied into a bun with a few loose strands framing his face and an apron tied around his front.

"Kazutora," you called, walking over to him.

He looked up, trying to hide a frown when he saw you. "What are you doing here?"

"That's no way to speak to a customer," you teased, unbothered by his attitude.

His expression hardened as he squinted at you. "We both know you're not here for the pet shop business so just get straight to the point."

You raised your arms in mock defeat. "Alright, you caught me."

"So what do you want?" He asked, putting the cat back into its cage.

"To talk to you."

His head snapped to your direction as he stared at you weirdly. "About what?"

"Baji."

"I'm not doing this," he straightened up, walking away to the counter.

"Why not?" You asked, following behind him.

"Because." He stated simply.

"That's not a good enough reason," you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest. "Give me a better one."

"What if I don't?"

You shrugged. "Dunno. If I fuck you good would that be enough to make you talk?"

He choked on his saliva, eyes blown wide as a fiery blush spread across his cheeks. "W-What?!"

"Just asking," you said, grinning at him cheekily.

* * *

Ever heard of the phrase 'curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back'? That'd probably be Kazutora right now.

He was panting heavily, back arching as he moaned aloud after he finished for probably the third or fourth time this evening.

"F-Fuck," he whimpered.

Turns out his curiosity was greater than his dislike for you. But of course, your rule was no strings attached and you'd make sure Kazutora knew that.

You helped him ride out his high, and when he finally settled you gingerly ran your fingers through his scalp, massaging it lightly.

"How was that baby?" You smiled, leaning over to kiss his forehead.

"S'good," he muttered tiredly.

"You gonna sleep?" You asked, watching him carefully as you continued to massage his scalp.

His eyes were heavy, closing tiredly every now and then as he nodded. "Gonna... sleep..."

"Go ahead darling," you murmured, pressing another kiss against his forehead.

He hummed slightly, nodding his head as he allowed his eyes to fall closed, the gentle movements of your fingers lulling him to sleep.

You absolutely loved toying with gorgeous men, but Inui was probably your favorite. Then again you were yet to sleep with Baji and things could be different if it ever came to that.

Of course Inui was your special boy, your number one, but you weren't someone who could commit, heck you aren't even sure if he knows that.

When you laid down next to Kazutora his body automatically rolled over, head laying on your chest as he cuddled closer to you.

His long hair and gentle after-sex nature reminded you of Inui in a sense. But Inui was definitely more of a baby.

The thought of Inui made you start to miss him, so much that you're tempted to call him on the phone, but you can't. Not when you're in bed with a sleepy Kazutora in your arms.

You made it a point to visit him later when you left Kazutora's apartment. It was fairly good timing since you knew Inui had a shift at the strip club tonight.

It was much of a surprise to you when Kazutora had agreed to your half serious request of getting information from him in exchange for sleeping with him.

Maybe the boy was sexually frustrated or curious. Whatever the reason, you didn't know, you were just glad you'd finally know the reason why Baji was angry with you.

When you got up and left Kazutora's apartment he remained fast asleep, and right as you left the building your phone rang.

It was Inui.

You picked up and placed your phone next to your ear. "Hi baby," you smiled, happy he called.

"I miss you," you could hear the pout in his voice and you couldn't help but smile harder.

"Aren't you on shift tonight?" You asked.

He hummed slightly. "Mhm, can you come watch me?"

"Of course pretty boy, I'll be there," you replied.

"Promise?"

"Promise, I'll see you tonight," you said.

"...ve you," he murmured.

You furrowed your brows slightly. "What was that?"

"Nothing," he stated. "I'll see you tonight."

"Bye baby," you hung up, shoving your phone back into your pocket as you made your way over to the strip club.

When you arrived, the music was blasting loudly and the people inside were cheering. You spotted Inui dancing on the stage instantly, his aura grabbing the entire audience's attention.

It wad almost like he was born to do this, his fluidity and attractiveness make him the perfect dancer.

Like a cliche scene from movies his eyes were instantly drawn to you and he smiled, you returned that smile with a little wave before heading to your usual seat.

And you waited for Inui to get off the stage patiently, sitting back, relaxing, and enjoying a show that was now dedicated to you and only you.

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