𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄, tokyo revengers

06 male clownery

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⌗ notes. mobieus can eat my ass disrespectfully bruh i hate these guys

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it was july 21st 2005, and, after receiving a very spontaneous and out-of-the-blue message from no other than - you guessed it - manjiro sano, you found yourself in a meeting with a few members of toman and your own friend, tadami.

the six of you, consisting of pah, peh, mikey, and draken stood in a vague circle, all surrounding mikey and debating the situation at hand. their generosity from the day before didn't go forgotten by you, as you recalled their kindness towards yuji and his brother.

most of the time, you allowed the main five to discuss the best course of action, respecting that it was primarily pah's decision. you stood beside your big-mouthed friend at the sidelines, arms crossed over your chest.

"i'm with pah. these moebius guys need to get their shit rocked before they hurt anyone else," tadami said, partly protective after what happened with yuji and his brother, who he knew personally. "which means acting fast. we can't afford to waste any more time talking shit when they could be fuckin' up our guys as we speak."

"good point," mikey acknowledged, manspreading over a wooden stage. "... y/n, you've been pretty quiet since the meeting started. any thoughts?"

most of the attention shifted towards you, where you pressed your tongue against your cheek. you paused before speaking. "if there's one thing moebius is good for, it's their unpredictability. they know how to get you when you aren't expecting it. i'm afraid there's only one thing you can do about people like that."

"which is?"

"kill them."

peh swallowed at the response, not expecting you to admit it so flat out. these men, save for one, had no idea what you'd been through. but they knew that whatever it was, just by the seething mark on your neck, was tough as hell.

"y/n..." tadami warned lowly, earning him a side glance.

in all but a few moments, the heavy silence which clouded the room is diminished by loud and rattling footsteps.

it soon became apparent that someone was outside, footsteps heavy with tire and chest audibly heaving with exhaustion. the sudden commotion caused you to sit up, enticed by the new presence.

you slipped a blade from the strap around your thigh and aimed it at the door, awaiting the stranger to make their identity known.

then, you met exhausted blue eyes. you'd seen this person before, except with a much fairer face, back at the meeting last night. takemichi hanagaki... was it?

strangely disappointed, you relaxed when you realized that it was just him, the irrelevant stranger, standing with a wide stance, clenched fists, and a dangerously flushed face.

just to indicate your irritation, you pitched the knife, urging a squeak from takemichi who felt a breeze from the sheer power you used to throw it. lucky for him, it embedded itself into the metal, right beside his head.

looks of bother were shared throughout the group, and it quickly became apparent that takemichi was not welcome. meanwhile, mikey only gave the boy a small smile, features weirdly unbothered by the intrusion.

"what's up, takemitchy?" he asked casually.

you raised a brow at the exhausted boy, less than interested as to why he was here. "little late to the party, don't you think?"