Tokyo Revengers Oneshots

𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕆𝕗𝕗 Atsushi (Akkun) S.

Warnings: light mentions of having to breakdown and swearing

You stared at yourself through the reflected surface, both hands tightly gripping onto the sides of the sink. Puffy eyes, stained cheeks, and a running nose. You looked like a totally new person, yet you felt the same. Why is it that doing something small can change your appearance? You shouldn't look so different, right? Something as small as cutting your hair shouldn't affect your appearance too much, correct?

You tore your strained eyes away from your reflected double, now looking at the messy sink. Various strands of hair were displayed for your own eyes to see. The sink an art gallery as you were behind the dull piece. H/c locks were sticking unto the sides of the sink. Some were scattered on the floor. Your face scrunched up in discontent. You couldn't bear to see the h/c strands of hair anymore.

E/c eyes quickly shut. You relaxed your face, a frown nor a smile displayed on your face. Your deep breaths were steadily becoming softer and steadier. Your grip on the sink slowly became lighter. You faced your mirror once again, eyes fluttering open, a frown quickly forming on your lips. Though you've emotionally gone back to how you were before this incident, your physical appearance remained. Your hair was still the same, still way shorter than before, almost nonexistent.

Your fingers barely tugged on the small hairs on your head. Your fingers maneuvered themselves along your head, a small feeling of roughness could be felt. The longer you looked at yourself the more you wanted to breakdown. Yes you were frustrated with your hair before, but you didn't intend to shave it off. A few cuts here and there could have been sufficient, yet you let you emotions get the best of you.

You turned your head to the side in order to get a better view of the back of your head. And you turned your head again. And again. And again, still in doubt.

"Huh I really shaved it all off." You solemnly smiled as your reflection beamed back. Your eyes darted towards the razor and the soon to be dead strands of hair. Your fingers grabbed ahold of a big chunk of hair as you stared at them doing their own thing. Your hand found it's way to the trash can, gently lowering itself to place the hair in it.

Just as you prepared yourself to clean up the mess you made, the door swung open. A horrified look displayed on both you and the red-haired males face. Before you could speak, the male quickly slammed the door shut.

"I'm so sorry Y/N! I didn't know you'd be in there!" The male frantically apologized.

You shook your head as you chuckled. Your hand reached for the door, but it wouldn't budge open. You turned the doorknob, yet the door remained closed. With a sigh you spoke, "Akkun please remove your hand from the doorknob."

The male slowly opened the door instead, his head peaked through the small gap. His eyes met yours, a small, apologetic smile presented on his lips. You stepped back, giving him access to enter the room, which he gladly accepted.

"You look pretty." His eyes stayed on yours as a soft smile replaced the apologetic one.

Your eyes widened at his words. You gave him a questioning and confused face. You darted your eyes towards the strands of hair on the sink and back to him, as a way of telling him, 'bro my hair is gone.'

He followed your eyes and gazed at the sink before returning his gaze onto yours, his smile not once leaving his lips. "Sooo like I'm kinda hungry. Do you want to eat out orrrr-"

You facepalmed. "Akkun I'm basically bald! Are you blind?" You went to flick the male's forehead.

Before your fingers could come in contact with his forehead, his fingers found themselves on yours. He entangled his fingers on yours, miraculously stopping you from assaulting his forehead. "I'm not blind Y/N. I just don't see the point on why you have to point out your new haircut. I witness people get haircuts on the daily."