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...
An unfamiliar voice sliced through the air, pulling you and Keisuke from your conversation. You both blinked in surprise, your heads turning in unison, curiosity lighting up your expressions as you tried to catch a glimpse of the newcomer.
Mitsuya observed this synchronized reaction with a bemused smile, an uncanny reflection of the Kawata twins. However, these weren't mere look-alikes; their shared mannerisms were what truly struck him. If given the choice between a doppelgänger and someone who mirrored Baji's personality, he would undoubtedly choose the former.
‘Who wouldn't fear having another Baji?’ he thought, shaking his head slightly at the absurdity of the idea. A person who could so casually commit arson simply to satisfy a hunger pang was not someone you'd want echoing Baji's wild tendencies.
Yet, here you stood, a vibrant, live wire of a person radiating an unmistakable spark of mischief. Mitsuya squinted at you, pondering the unsettling similarities. After a mere three seconds of contemplation, a grim realization washed over him: you were far worse than Baji. Who knows? Perhaps you relished the idea of explosions as much as Baji enjoyed setting things on fire.
"Terrible. That's too terrible," Mitsuya grimaced inwardly, already sensing the hint of chaos lingering in the air around you.
"Oh, it's you," Baji's deadpan voice broke through the haze of Mitsuya's thoughts, drawing his attention to the new arrival.
Sano Manjiro stood before a girl taller than him, his expression a blend of confusion and intrigue as he looked up at you. The sunlight caught the unruly strands of his hair, casting a halo effect around him, but his focus remained unwavering.
You, on the other hand, couldn't suppress a smile, amusement bubbling up inside you as you noticed the boy staring, dwarfed by your height. Sure, you were a bit taller than most, but only by a few inches; Baji's nape was still within reach. The high heels you wore, thanks to your mother's relentless insistence, were the real culprits behind the height difference.
With a playful glint in your eyes, you waved a hand in front of the small stranger's face, the movement drawing a chuckle from your throat. "Well, hello there, little handsome."
The words hung in the air, met with a moment of stunned silence. The gang members around you exchanged confused glances, their hardened exteriors faltering momentarily. You could almost see the wheels turning in their minds; a smooth, natural English accent was an anomaly in their gritty world.
