ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴡʟ | Tokyo Revengers

∞ IX: Facial recognition

After searching inside the hospital, Y/n went surrounding the building and got sight of a blonde guy hiding in a corner, unsure if he should go and comfort Mikey that was sitting against the wall feet away from where he was.

She assured Takemichi with a ghost of a smile that it was fine to leave them alone before making her way and sitting beside her friend.

Mikey didn't have to turn over to know it was her, automatically taking off his hands from his face that were hiding the tears and muffling the sobs. He clung to her arm as he always does, and her heart feel the urge to let out the pain, worry, and fear she had felt weeping along with him.

They sat there for a while until the tears dried, with swollen eyes and sore throat, bumping their bodies and arms linked. Neither needed to say anything to feel the support from the other, their mere presence was enough.

"I finally found you two." A sigh of ease escaped Mitsuya as he saw them. Extending both arms, he helped the two stand up from the cold floor with a bright smile. "Everything is fine now."

"I can't even imagine what we would have done if..."

"It doesn't matter now." Mikey cut her before she could say anything sad placing his index finger over her lips. He was smiling again, spreading his joy. "I'll stay for tonight, you should go home and rest."

The trio walked to the hospital entrance and found out that almost everyone had left. Mikey went inside to say goodbye in a better mood.

"Want me to take you home?" Takashi stretched his arms above his head making his back crack and when he lowered them, one rested over her shoulders bringing her closer.

She was about to agree but remembered something important humming. "Actually..." She looked up at him apologetically with a puppy face. "I forgot my bag at your house with my keys."

"Then let's go to my place." They walked to his bike, y/n in front of him, and he had his hands over her shoulders, shaking her playfully. "Sleepover, yey!"

They made it to his room in silence, taking care not to wake his sisters or his mom. Mitsuya lent her dry clothes to change, hoping she wouldn't catch a cold.

When she returned from the bathroom, he was already in his pajamas and had arranged his bed for her.

"All yours." He grinned, kissed her forehead, and took a blanket to go sleep on the couch.

She stopped him before he could leave. "Don't be ridiculous, give me that. I'm the intruder, I'll take the couch." Her stare told him she wasn't joking, and her grip on the blanket was tough.

"You're not giving up, right?" She shook her head and furrowed her brows. He let out a long sigh while thinking of a solution. "Rock, paper, scissors?" He suggested, arching a brow.

The girl snatched the blanket when he loosed his grip for a second. "Not a chance, you can't convince me." She stuck out her tongue and tried to leave the room.

His arms embraced her waist lifting her from the floor and throwing her carefully on the bed, she was about to complain but he placed his hand over her mouth. "Shh, everyone's sleeping. Just lay down, don't worry about me."

She grabbed his hand stopping him with a sorrowful face. "I'm going to feel guilty."

He stared at her face for long seconds and clicked his tongue, his eyes darted to the ceiling feeling the heat in his ears for what he was going to offer. "You'll be fine with sharing?"

Before the blush could be shown on her face, she nodded and quickly laid on a side of the bed, covered with the snatched blanket, and rolled over giving him the back when he got to his side of the bed after turning off the lights.