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...
━─── "So... (Y/n). Welcome to Toman's meeting grounds!" Mikey exclaimed, his voice brimming with enthusiasm, slicing through the air like a beacon of energy.
You smiled faintly, the corners of your lips lifting in response to his infectious spirit. The blond boss of this so-called gang was struggling with a pack of doroyaki, his fingers fumbling with the wrapper as if it were a stubborn adversary. After a frustrated grunt, he tossed the unopened treat to Draken, who effortlessly caught it with a smirk.
Amusement flickered in your eyes as you observed Draken's fluid movements. His hands moved with the ease of someone well-versed in such tasks, a practiced confidence evident in every action. There was an unspoken camaraderie among them, a bond forged in the fires of countless encounters.
"Thank you... for the welcome," you replied slowly, your voice soft yet sincere. You turned to Mitsuya, a hint of mischief dancing across your features, a crazed edge tinged with excitement coloring your smile. "Mitsuya-san, do you know that you look like the character from a certain book that I recently finished reading."
Mitsuya blinked, his expression shifting to one of confusion, brows knitting together as he processed your words. Should he respond? Should he be curious or wary?
"You don't need to answer," you said, sensing his hesitation. The air thickened with an awkward silence, Mitsuya's eyes now searching yours with a hint of horror, as if he were grappling with a mind-bending revelation. The expression on his face was clear: 'Are you a mind reader?'
"I'm not a mind reader," you assured him, your tone light but your gaze steady.
"No shit, I think you are!" Mitsuya blurted out, his cheeks tinging with embarrassment as he raked a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture betraying his discomfort. He paused, trying to gather his thoughts, his brow furrowing deeper as he formulated his next question. "This character... in the thing you're reading..." He struggled to articulate himself, "This character couldn't have offended you by any chance, right?"
You blinked at his question, your face morphing into a playful replica of Baji's trademark grin. "How could that be?! That character is my happy pill!" The joy in your voice was unmistakable, filling the space around you like warm sunlight.
Mitsuya stood there, momentarily at a loss for words, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion. In his peripheral vision, he caught sight of Baji staggering slightly, clearly eavesdropping on your exchange. The long-haired buffoon looked speechless, a testament to the unexpected turn of the conversation.
