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↳In which:
I will include a few P.O.V.s I wrote in the comment sections of anime characters' playlists.
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Playlist :
❝ Home ec session with Mitsuya Takashi ❞
Creator :
mochiimizu on YouTube
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"Ouch! Ugh, I can't do a damn thing!" a whine of frustration escaped your lips, as you clatched your right hand to your chest. A pinprick painted your index finger crimson, a tiny amount of blood littering your fingers.
"Hey, chill out. It's not that big of a deal, we can finish these tomorrow" a very familiar, gorgeous boy exclaimed, hurried footsteps approaching you, as he rushed to your side.
"I promised the boys i would have them fixed by tomorrow. I have to get these done" you exclaimed with furrowed eyebrows as you turned forward again, grabbing black thread and a stick pin. You grabbed the all too familiar uniform in your hands, the one Toman members would wear.
Many of them had a few damages on their uniforms that needed to be fixed, and you being you offered to do it for them. Takashi of course offered to help you immediately and now here you both were, the clock above your heads ticking, signaling it was almost midnight, as a mess of threads, stick pins, scissors and black uniforms all laid on top of the table in your kitchen. Relaxing music played on the background but it didn't seem to help much, seeing that you were extremely tense, not to mention tired.
A smooth hand gently laid on top of yours as you lifted your head, your distressed eyes meeting Mitsuya's worried ones.
"You are tired right now. Give yourself a break. Tomorrow's meeting is in the evening, so we can finish them in the morning. Come on" the boy urged, gently pulling at your hand.
"But-"
"Y/n. Please? Come on, I want to show you something" the boy cut you off, an authoritative yet caring, pleading tone in his voice. You glanced one last time at the mess in front of you but eventually gave in, standing up from your seat, as you followed the boy, a smile stretching across his lips.
