Tokyo revengers Oneshots

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For this story, I'll be using dual point of view.

So here's a simple explanation.

Ran is in his room with another girl with whom he had recently hooked up. And you choose to tell him about your feelings knowing he does this.
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First p.o.v ( Y/N )

It had been a typical day.

The typically pleasant air felt like razors running through me, yet it wasn't. Each step was excruciatingly painful.

I knew I couldn't blame him; he had no right to bear responsibility for my broken heart.

A tall build, a strong posture, and other distinguishing characteristics. That includes his dark roots in his light hair.

Did I mention how ladies' man he was?

I wasn't prepared to confront him. After what I've done, no way.

So I've decided to isolate myself from everything until I'm ready to speak with him again.

It's a sunny afternoon with a light breeze. However, it darkened after that.

Heh, it looks like it might rain any minute now. On days like these, even the sky wants to cry.

I sit on a park bench, pondering what would have occurred if I hadn't told him.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't notice a figure standing immediately in front of me.

"bad heartbreak?" The man in black cautiously takes a seat next to me, giving me a napkin and making comforting circles on my back.

"..boy problems am I right? Hah.." With the last few phrases, you have a complete mental breakdown.

"Nothing is foolish if it causes a lovely lady like you to cry for a very, very stupid boy."

I let out a small giggle but quickly cover my mouth

" Don't you look rather lovely" he says letting out a small chuckle

"How about this, Let's go clear your head and have a great time. Forget about this boy problem for the day and enjoy ourselves. What do you say?" he offers, extending a hand to me.

I wipe away my tears with a nod and a tiny smile.

{ Ran P.O.V }

No matter how many times I tried phoning her, she didn't pick up the phone. She paid no attention to me.

I knew it hurt her to see me in this state, but she couldn't blame me. She knew I did this..yet..

I needed to speak with her as soon as possible.

The next day, I went to school hoping to see her.

I looked for her in the hall and in her club room. She wasn't anywhere to be found.

I needed to express my feelings to her as soon as possible.

It's killing me that I haven't seen her in three weeks.

I realised I was mistaken; I prefered y/n. No. I had a thing for her.

I couldn't bear the notion of losing the one person who had always stood by my side.

I used her to my advantage. I took advantage of the fact that she was always by my side.

Now I'm paying the price in the cruellest possible sense.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months as I continued my search for her.

My once-perfect hair is now a tangle, I have dark circles under my eyes, and my entire life has been a nightmare.

Until one faithful day, when I finally saw her...but she wasn't alone. She was smiling in the arms of another.

Her sweet laughter could still be heard lingering around my ear.

I was too late...she'd already found another man..and that man wasn't me..

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Mannn Idk why writing angst makes me feel soo good.
But now that the story ended, I did want to make clear that, while by his side, knowing about his flings. You decide to tell him him your feelings to get it off your chest.