❝I am pursuing him simply because he doesn't like me.❞
takashi x reader
。˚ 。 WARNING 。˚ 。
+ cursing
+ lewd words
+ fluff
+ angst
+ violence
+ spoiler;; slightly follows the manga timeline
all tokyo rev characters belong to ken wakui !!
date s...
Spent with Mitsuya. The following is likewise; peaceful, intimate, reflective, and spontaneous. It's been hours since the sun rose for another era of rotation.
The needles penetrated the satin alowing the threads to stick each pieces together. Scribbling sounded with chaco pen making an aggressive contact to the paper, where it isn't supposed to be. Pair of scissors making a tingly snipping, music to the ears.
"I'm getting jealous over you giving too much attention on sewing." You uttered waiting a reaction from him, but there wasn't any. Like he didn't heard you, his concentration preoccupied his senses. A pout accompanied your sulking expression.
Making your way to his place, then sneakily covered his eyes with your palms. Whispering; "Guess who?" Which was admittedly pretty dumb knowing that it's just you and him.
"Ouch." Mitsuya complained. Seeing the situation, the needle pricked his index finger the moment you covered his sight.
"I'm sorry." You apologized, reaching to his mildly injured hand. Putting down the materials to the floor with safety precautions, to aid himself.
But before he can even wipe the blood of, you licked it clean, tasting the metallic liquid. Even tucking your hair behind your ear so you can have a clearer view. Without realizing or thinking of the fact that you are licking a wound and the things the may come from it.
