𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄, tokyo revengers

011 gross, takemitchy

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⌗ notes. mischevious noises

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the next morning, the just-risen sun shone softly on the city streets, bringing with it a flurry of early-morning activity. tadami had grumbled at the sensation of light stabbing into his eyes through their thin and probably useless curtains, using his sleeve to clear his vision.

he stood up and stretched, his first thought being to go and check to see if you were home.

and not to his surprise, there you were, draped over in bed. h/c locks messy and tangled, and drool collecting in the corner of slightly-parted lips, your arms curled against your chest and legs hiked up.

no doubt sleeping was your most relaxed and vulnerable state, your usual smug attitude and any evidence of it even existing prior wiped from existence; leaving only you. no smug façade, no filter, just you.

and that had always been how he liked you best.

tadami had sighed with relief at the sight before sauntering over to the kitchen, hoping to make breakfast. his shirts had been feeling particularly tight around his arms and chest recently, and he made a brief and mental note to go shopping for some new ones.

the first thing he saw when he went to open the fridge door was a pink note, cluttered letters forming a short and love-filled sentence that made his heart temporarily swell.

'i made you breakfast as an apology for coming home so late. it's just something small since i'm not the greatest cook in the world, so you can just warm it up in the microwave. sorry if i worried you ♡ - y/n.'

the man smiled warmly, taking the note and placing it in his pocket. he then very contentedly did as you had suggested, warming up a portion of your miso soup and taking a seat at the table.

right as he did so, you hobbled down the corridor, looking more disheveled than you had in a while. you took a seat at the table beside him as he stared, spoon raised halfway up to his lips. "jesus kid, you look hungover. the hell happened to you?"

blinking, you took a few moments to process his comment, before letting out a slurred sentence in response. "'m fine. jus' went to sleep late."

"...okay," he accepted, reaching behind him and pouring yet another bowl of soup.

however, when he turned back around, your head was already against the table, small snores falling from your lips and arms crossed beside you.

he all but laughed at the sight, placing the bowl in front of you regardless and deciding it would be best if he allowed you to get a few more minutes sleep.

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"look alive."

mikey barely resisted the urge to groan at the order, messy blonde hair falling in waves in front of his face. it was early doors and, despite having twelve hours sleep, the boy wasn't expecting to be awoken so soon.

which was bullshit, since it was 11am.

however, laziness wasn't the sole reason for his struggle. the whole thing with draken and the internal conflict had been getting to him more than he'd like to admit. outwardly, he concealed his frustrations with snarky comments and a roll of his eyes, but pah's absence had had an effect on him, whether he confessed to it or not.