Tokyo revengers Oneshots

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It's been a while since you've seen Mitsuya. Of course, you were aware of his hectic schedule and respected it. You were also busy tending at the [Club name].

However, you were disappointed when he did not pay you a visit. So you decided to play a practical joke on him out of the goodness of your heart.

You turn off the faucet and run your thumb through your hair, smoothing out any wayward strands. At the very least, you should look presentable if you were going to "break up" with him. He is, after all, a fashion designer.

In the mirror, you grin and admire yourself. Because we both know you're too lazy to dress up for everyday occasions, this is the best you've ever looked.

You marched over to the sewing club and knocked before opening the door. "Hello, ladies!" You made a wave. " Is Mitsuya here?"

Laughter and sheepish comments echoed across the room as a 'Ooouu' sound reverberated. " He's gone to get something, but he'll be back shortly." One of the females replied.

Hm. You have a dissatisfied expression on your face. This wasn't part of the plan, to be sure. I'll just return the next time.

"Could you please inform him that I paid him a visit?"

They exchanged glances and giggled once more.

" Why don't you just tell me yourself, hm?"

You jerk around to see Mitsuya leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a crimson fabric in his palm.

His silver hair and purple eyes were complemented by a wide grin on his face. He leans in close to your face and gives you a little peck before tugging you in with his arm around your shoulder.

As he gets closer to his desk, the girls begin approaching him and asking him questions.

You slip his grasp and take a seat in one of his spinning chairs.

He places the fabric on the table and inserts a pin into his mouth to begin his plans.

"So, darling, what brings you here today?"

"Why?" you pout."Do you not want me here?"You sniffle, brushing a crocodile tear from your eye.

" No, it's just...," He grabs the measuring tape and drapes it around your neck loosely. " I might not be able to let go of my gorgeous girlfriend, if she stays. " he whispers.

He bites your earlobe, and you push him away, clutching your ear in an attempt to keep a specific colour from surfacing on your face.

' this prank is worth it. '

"Hey..Mits.." Slowly, you wrap your arm over his.

"Yeah?"

"We need to talk,"

He starts pinning the fabric and you Carefully slide it away for him.

" Can't it wait?" He asks, reaching back for it.

" No, It's very important " You raise your shoulders, clearing your throat.

He lets out a sigh and removes the pin from his mouth.

He mumbles, "All right, let's go," and grabs your hand as he leads you out of the club room.

You take his hands in yours and stare him down with a serious gaze. "Let's break up,"