𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄, tokyo revengers

09 tell the truth, hanagaki

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⌗ notes. alexa demie is sooo mf fine. anyways i feel so devious writing y/n and takemichi. girlie has no idea 🫠🫠

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snoring softly, takemichi lay still beneath pastel blue sheets. his chest fell and rose with every relaxed breath, passing through his parted lips, which drool often seeped from.

any person who just happened to stumble across him would never had assumed that he'd been in a three-day coma. to the naked eye, he just seemed to be in a deep sleep. no doubt dreaming of something worthwhile, either.

unbeknownst to him, he snored under a scrutinizing gaze, which attempted to pick him apart.

for longer than you'd like to admit, you'd been impatiently waiting for the blonde boy to wake, wishing to speak with him about... well, him.

it was understandable that you would be suspicious of the boy; any normal person would be. back at the meeting, takemichi had desperately begged toman to avoid conflict with moebius. but why? to protect them? in that case, had he failed? why would he want to protect people like that?

was he some kind of traitor?

a part of you agreed with that thought, as unsavory as it felt on your tongue. it didn't give you your usual gut feeling that you got when you were right about something, but then again, you barely knew this dude.

maybe spending so much time in hospitals had been getting to your head.

"y/n?" you jolted at the sound of a low and smooth-toned voice, eyes snapping up to the curtain which separated takemichi's room from the rest of the ward. "fancy seein' you here."

"baji, hey." you greeted, eyes following him as he approached you. "what're you doin' here?"

"same as you," the russet-eyed male shrugged, pulling a seat out next to you. "just here to check on takemitchy."

"have you ever even spoken to him before?" you pried with a smirk, watching him closely in the corner of your eye.

"no... and what?" the ravenette admitted defensively. "you his advisor or somethin'?"

"i'm fucking with you, baji," you grinned, punching his shoulder. "but seriously, it's good to see you."

"yeah. you too."

the ravenette took a deep breath as he looked over the boy's injuries, almost wincing at the color of the skin that surrounded his eye. "things must've gotten pretty rough the other day, huh?"

"for him, maybe." you smirked smugly.

baji rolled his eyes, chuckling. "yeah, yeah. no need to brag. mikey already told us all about how badass you were."

"he did?" your eyes widened, surprised to hear so. baji hummed.

averting your gaze, a huff of laughter ran through your lips. you made a note to later thank him for the vote of confidence.