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"LET HIM GO! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
not reacting to any of his threats, y/n clung onto the short blond boy who still hadn't said a single word. not trying to get out of her grip at all, he even seemed amused by the situation. that wasn't the case of his best friend who kept shouting, only for it to be ignored.
grabbing her shoulders, he was trying to shake and pull her. but it was in vain, she wouldn't budge no matter what. she was way stronger than he would've thought.
takemichi could swear the irk mark on the boy's forehead was visible. who just hugs strangers out of the blue? gang leaders at that?
whispers could be heard among the crowd, people wondering if they should do something about it. nobody dared to, too scared of their leader to act on their own. if he had wanted to get rid of her, he definitely would've already done it. he was the invincible mikey after all.
unable to contain it any longer, mikey burst out laughing. that wasn't the reaction anyone expected.
"ah? what's so funny?" the tattooed boy asked, irritated.
not bothering to answer his question, mikey wiped a tear at the corner of his eye. once he calmed down, he spoke "let her go, ken-chin"
"i already told you to not call me that here!" he did as told, though he still looked angry.
y/n decided to free mikey from her grasp, smiling like a little kid.
"you're lucky i don't hit girls"
frowning at 'ken-chin's comment, she studied his features. "me neither. but for you i'd make an exception"
he got closer to her as his fists automatically clenched.
"i'll ki-"
"kiss me? no thank you"
their argument (it was mostly one sided) was once again interrupted by laughter. looking at the person responsible, the vice president of toman seemed even more annoyed, if that was possible. so that's how betrayal feels like.
"i like you. you're funny"
mikey grinned at y/n who kept glaring at her new found enemy.
looking behind them, he found the crowd of middle schoolers who watched closely. his smile quickly faded as he was reminded of why he was here in the first place.
staring blankly at him, he took notice of the bowing teenager who stood close. right. he was there to take care of little shits like him.
"good day, sir" kiyomasa looked at the ground, gulping nervously.
the taller blond was the first one to react, walking over to the boy. his hands still in his pockets, he kicked him in the stomach, earning a gasp from him.
