[DISCONTINUED] tokyo revengers one-shots.

【↬ 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘚. ́❁ / clouded memories

𝙆𝙀𝙔:
h/c: hair color
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𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀: To better understand, I advise you to finish up the show before reading. I forgot what episode so oh well

August 14, 2003:

The scream of rubber slowing dying filled your ears. Seems like the world is passing by and your just witnessing it in slow motion. 

"Well, y/n, seems like today is the day" Shinichiro said as he stepped off the motorcycle. In the process, your arms were freed from his waist.

"Yea, the day for me to kick your ass. I swear you're gonna have a bruise that'll last longer than your fights"

A black-haired boy and his h/c best friend are in the middle of nowhere, on the side of the road. Their motorcycle had just ran out of gas, and it was surprisingly, majorly cold. It was all because Shinichiro decided not to get gas beforehand.

"I filled it an hour ago," he said. "We'll be fine," he said. Memories of the conversation you had with him earlier made your left eye twitch.

"If I was riding my own motorcycle, I would've zoomed right past you," you scoff, rolling your eyes.

"But then you wouldn't be able to help your handsome best friend in his time of need!" He turned to face you, laughing.

"Sounds like a personal problem" you said, your face resting on your palm. Which was supported balance, by your elbow on your thigh.

"Well, it's time to put those hours spent running in P.E., back when we were in high school to the test! The sooner we get gas, the faster we'll be able to leave." He clapped and dusted his hands. Despite the fact that there was no dirt on them.

Hopping off the motorcycle, you instantly put your hands inside of your coat pockets.

"You don't have gloves?" He asked.

"I would've but I wanted to wash them and I uh forgot to take them out of the dryer," you said, tensing your body for warmth, your sentence becoming more of a whisper at the end.

When you felt a little weight on your head, you looked up only to see black and white, fallen gloves on the floor behind you."You can wear those I know you're cold," he said.

He was always thinking of others. Hell, can't even fight, but he runs a gang anyway. When you first met him he pledged to protect those he cares about, including you. Boyfriend and friend material for real.

No matter how weak he is physically, he is a force to be reckoned with when it comes to love. That is what makes people strong. Not how much muscle they have.

"Okay, so, do you have any idea where the nearest gas station is Mr. Sano?" You asked catching up to Shinichiro. ' tch. he started walking without me '

"Nope!"

"Well how are we gonna get to a gas station? Let alone, find our way back to the motorcycle" You asked, now walking aside him.

"We'll just have to remember our way back by the street names. And, we can use your phone for directions."

"Well, my phone is dead so scratch that off the list." You said making a imaginary line in the air.

Shinichiro suddenly stopped, making you stop as well. "What's up with y-?"

"Y/N, my phone is at my house. I didn't bring it with me since I thought we would only be taking a 20 minute ride. Which somehow turned into a hour and a half..."

"So if someone were to kidnap our dumbass, we wouldn't have no form of outside contact."

All he did in response was rub his neck. Great, just great. No phones, gas, and way to a gas station.

Grabbing the sleeve of his jacket, you dragged him with you on search of a gas station. ' As long as they're with me ' Shinichiro thought.

A little while ago you and Shinichiro had just came back after the longest search and walk of your lives. Your surprised neither of you forgot the way back to the motorcycle. Next time, your definitely making sure he brings at least one extra tank of gas.

"Andddddddddddddddddddddddd, we're pretty much ready to go," he said as he removed the pump and set the gas tank aside.

"Good, we've been stuck here long enough." You were about to hop back on the bike, but two warm arms pulled you to the ground. Your back hitting a chest.

"I know you wanna go, but look at the sunset". A whispered, comforting, voice said, pointing at the sky. His head on top of theirs.

Star struck, all Y/N could do was look. It was if someone threw spears of mixed colors, which stained the sky. Oh how they wished they could take a picture of the two at this moment.

The closet thing to it, would be remembering it. Shinichiro's natural warmth, fleeing away the cold. The weight of his big ass head on theirs. Though, they'd never admit his head is average size.

All thoughts of leaving as soon as possible simply vanished. That is, until Y/N realized, "He's just my best friend."

This could be something between best friends. It's not as if it isn't. The only problem is that they'd get carried away with the idea of it being anything more. It may not appear so, but Y/N has developed feelings for the man who has been rejected more than 20 times.

Only Shinichiro's brother, Manjiro, and his sister, Emma, are aware. They only found out because Y/N wanted their permission to date their brother. Despite Y/N being one of their brothers, best friend, a relationship is totally different.

The Sano siblings were of course supportive, however, Y/N wasn't. They doubted Shinichiro wouldn't even dare to think of them like that. So, they promised themselves, if he wouldn't confess, neither would they.

You abruptly stood up, causing Shinichiro's head to drop a little lower than it had been before."Huh? Are you okay? Were you uncom-"

"Cmon Shin, i'm ready to go home. This is nice and all, but maybe a time when it's not cold." You said throwing your leg over the motorcycle.

Shinichiro felt as if his world fell apart. He'd rather take a bat to his head and bleed, than feel like this. He thought they liked it.. Oh well,
maybe another day. It's not like it's an official rejection. Maybe they're just really cold.

So, he did as she asked and took her home. Giving a air kiss and finger guns before he drove away. Of course, adding a wink. Too lost in her thoughts, the girl only gave a wave goodbye.

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The following day, you picked up a bouquet full of Hydrangea flowers. They were a greek flower, expressing honesty and deep understanding. That's why you always got them if/when you and Shinichiro had a disagreement; you never liked to call them agruments.

"I brought you flowers...hope you like them." You mumble, placing them on his grave. Your finger tips feeling the coldness of the metal. As you traced the letters on his tombstone.

Yesterday, he started walking without me. I guess he left without me too. I'll catch up eventually. I don't hate you, but damn you kazutora.

-M4NJIROS