Tokyo revengers Oneshots

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This is part 2 of Mitsuya 👍🏻

⚠️ Tw: Miscarriage, self harm ⚠️
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"Angel! Y/n!! Open the door! Please!" Mitsuya screamed, his fist slamming against the door.

'How...'

Your body was curled up against the wall. Supporting your head with your knees.

You were staring at the wall in a daze. pacing your hand on your knee, lightly tapping it over and over

'I had everything...'

"Y/N! ANGEL! PLEASE! LET ME TO EXPLAIN!" You heard him slump his body against the door, you smile hoping for a few moments of peace.

You raise your eyes to the ceiling, you see the peeling paint gaps and glow-in-the-dark stick marks.

You laugh bitterly, remembering all the times you've spent here and all the fun you've shared.

Heat swelled behind your eyelids as your body felt heavy and numb.

You swing your head on your right shoulder while you let your arms fall to the side.

'I can't-I'm not-I'm not.. 'Crying isn't-'

A single tear pools in your eye and coursed down your cheek.

'I said I wouldn't,' I- FUCK! 'I'm such a fucking idiot!'

Lifting your body up with the help of the side table. You lower your gaze as you walk aimlessly to the bathroom.

You close your eyes for a second while taking a deep breath.

You open them sluggishly and slouch your shoulder back, studying your reflection in the mirror.

You clench your palm in a tight fist and sigh deeply.

You punch the mirror.

glass shards falling out of place and crimson flowing down your arm tainted the mirror.

"Y/N! I'M BEGGING YOU! "

"Oh, it seems like the noise is back," you mutter to yourself.

You open and close your fist as you move it about.

It was still numb.

You fix your gaze on the shattered mirror's reflected figure. You bit your lip, with a sour expression.

' Just where did I go wrong?'

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" N/n-chan!"

Looking up from your document, you question, "Huh, what's up?"

"Guess who's here from the sewing club!" Your secretary and bsf smiled.

"Hello.." Mitsuya sheepishly said, his gaze trailed to meet your eyes.

You put your pen down and approach him. You place your arms around his neck, giggling.

"How did you end up here?" You hum, your eyes twinkling.

"Well..."

He pulls out a small bowed box in white and red. He takes out a golden engraved necklace with your initials and his.

Heat radiates from your chest as your eyes expand.

"Mitsuya..I-"

"Let me," he says, his thumb stroking your nape, causing your hairs to rise up.