She || Ken Ryuguji x Fem!Reader

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TW: Smoking; Fighting; Cursing

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Your head rolled back, resting against the wall as your let out a quiet groan. The teacher was still going on and on about the new writing project, and it was starting to get on your nerves. 

Half the kids were on the same page as you, either ignoring the teacher completely now, mumbling complaints, or passed out at their desks. I mean, who could blame any of them? Nearly seven hours listening to some old people talk about random shit you'd probably never use outside of school? It was a real bore.

Eventually, your patience just ran out. Your one hand shot up quickly, the other getting ready to snatch up the small bag sitting down by your feet. After a few seconds, the teacher noticed your hand and called out your name, "Uhm, may I go to the restroom?" You asked, now clutching onto your bag. 

The teacher groaned a bit as if you going to the bathroom would ruin his entire day, but he just agreed and let you go. 

Quickly, you hopped up and snatched up your bag, heading for the door before the teacher called you out, "Miss. L/N! Might I ask why you are bringing your bag with you...to the bathroom?" His voice was snappy, clearly indicating his frustration.

A small smirk appeared on your face, you'd been waiting for this moment for longer than one would think. Your hand reached down into the bag, and a few kids looked up in confusion, some were a little scared. Shuffling around in the bag, you pulled something small out and walked to the teacher. With your free hand, you grabbed one of his and held it out. With your other hand, you brought the object to his and dropped it down. The teacher looked down to see a pad sitting in his hand, soon realizing exactly what he was holding. 

You could hear some kids start mumbling, others just burst out laughing. You looked up at the teacher and leaned in a bit closer, whispering to him, "Remember teach, curiosity killed the cat..." You backed up, and that threatening expression quickly changed to a warm and innocent smile. You waved to him and waltzed on out.

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Once you made it past the bathrooms you weren't ever going to go to anyways, and out the school doors, you burst out laughing. Energetic giggles continued to escape your mouth as you walked further from the school, the teachers' scared and confused expressions making you bust out into a laughing fit. Eventually, it died down as you entered a small alleyway, where a beautiful motorcycle was parked, your beautiful motorcycle.

You walked up to it, and lifted one leg over it, sitting down on the seat. You placed your bag in front of you and pulled out a box of cigarettes and a lighter. You grabbed a cig and lit it, putting it up to your mouth. You leaned forward a bit, resting your elbows on the front of the motorcycle and letting out small puffs of smoke. 

Suddenly, a shadow appeared behind yours. Before you could react, a hand was placed on your shoulder and a familiar voice spoke, "Y'know, skipping classes to smoke is a bad idea..."

You smirked, pulling the cig out of your mouth and letting out another puff of smoke, "Oh yeah? Well... I can't say sneaking up on people is any better..." You stepped off the bike, not turning around just yet.

"Gonna walk away so soon? Are you scared, girl?" The voice teased, their hand ripping your shoulder tighter.

You dropped the cigarette, stepping on it to put out the flame, "You wish."

Quickly, you turned and lifted up a leg, kicking the figure in the side. They swayed sideways, letting out a small grunt. As the figure balanced themselves back up, you prepared for another attack. This time though, they were prepared as well. You went to kick again, but your ankle was grabbed and you were on the ground. 

The figure stepped closer, ready to step on you before you rolled over and stood back up. You brought your knee up to their back, getting in a good hit before they came back with another one. A fist was struck across your face and you smiled a hit, wiping the blood coming from your nose off. You moved forward, uppercutting them and watching as they stumble back.

This fight continued, each of your skills matching the others perfectly. The fight would've been endless if you had pinned the figure down to the ground. You moved closer to their face, a smug smile plastered on your face, "Gotcha, Mikey."

The alley went silent, only the small gusts of wind echoing on the walls were heard. Suddenly, the tension between you two broke out with laughter. You rolled off of him, standing up and reaching out a hand to help him back up.

"Woo, that never gets boring! You're one hell of a fighter Mikey." You ruffled his hair a bit, letting out your last few giggles.

"Hah! You sure pack one hell of a punch Y/N, I'll give you that..." He replied, sticking out his tongue like the child he was.

"But hey, I know you aren't just here to kick my ass..." you got back onto the motorcycle, looking over at him, "What do you want?"

He groaned, "Was it seriously that obvious? Man... " he shook his head slowly, wiping some blood off of his face, "I need to ask you a favor..."

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Author-Chan here! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it's my first try at a Tokyo Revengers fanfic, so it's probably not the best, but I gave it a shot! Thanks for reading <3