Happiness of Revenge (Mikey xReader x Sanzu)

Chapter 2

You arrived at the shrine with a few minutes to spare before the meeting would start so you decided to check in with the group you had gone on the assignment with earlier. They were glad to hear you had properly gotten yourself home and cleaned up after such a messy and painful looking injury. They didn't question the fact your chest was seemingly protruding more than usual, maybe it wasn't that noticeable after all, but it's more likely they aren't thinking into it as much as you expected.

After catching up with your co-members for a few minutes, finally the meeting began. It is just to announce a few small things such as your group's success earlier as well as future fights between Toman and a smaller rival gang. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but you felt something was off with the way Mikey was letting his co-founders speak more than he did. It was almost like he was too distracted with his thoughts to speak much himself, though maybe you were overthinking it. You barely know the guy so who are you to say if he seems out of it or not, that'd be something someone closer to him like Draken or Mitsuya would be able to tell.

You started saying your goodbyes to your friends when you heard your name called.

"Hey Y/n come here for a sec." You heard Mitsuya call out to you from the stairs that were typically used as the stage.

"Yes sir?" you spoke with a greeting bow.

"You got any plans? If you don't, do you want to go grab some grub with me and a few others?" He asked, catching you off guard.

"Not to be rude sir but what caused you to ask me to hang out with you?" You question, confused as to why he suddenly was inviting you to get dinner with him and his friends. Sure you did hear that he thought you were a good fighter and you had just completed a successful mission, but there were much better fighters and other men who went on the same orders as you so why is he seeming to invite only you.

"Mikey mentioned you were injured pretty bad earlier and I thought it was only fair to buy you a good meal as a thank you and apology for you getting stabbed while you were essentially doing me a favor."

"Oh that makes sense I guess, but there really is no need to give me special treatment. I was only doing what I was told to do, and the stab looked worse than it actually was, so there's nothing you'd need to repay me for." You really didn't think it was that big of a deal to warrant an apology dinner, injuries happen all the time and you've certainly survived worse, especially from some of the 'smaller' missions you had to do in your old gang.

You felt someone come up from behind and put their arm around your shoulders. "Just accept the damn invitation already, I'm starving!" Mikey, the owner of the arm said.

You rolled your eyes at his whining. "So go eat, you don't need me there to eat with you right? Or do you think just because I let you into my home once I'm suddenly supposed to feed and take care of you Sir?"

"I thought you were going to just walk him home. Guess it's good you're making friends at least." Draken says appearing out of nowhere.

"He was but he refused to leave until he watched me bandage myself like a creep." You said freeing yourself from Mikey's arm.

He crossed his arms with a smirk. "You're the creep, saying you have a thing for--mph"

You cut him off by slapping your hand over his mouth. "It was a joke and you know that."

He childishly licked your hand in an attempt to get you to remove it. "Sir if you want to swap spit all you had to do was ask, or were you hoping I hadn't washed my hands after my last jerk?"

He glared at you, grabbing your wrist and forcefully pulling your hand away from his face. "Says the one who made me agree not to talk about anything that happened inside your apartment."