Mondo Owada x reader [without you]

Mondo's Room

Your P.O.V
"Do you like being a highschooler?", Mondo suddenly asked me. "I mean yea- it's mostly not too much stress and you still have like- actually time to go after your hobbies", I replied to him. "yea- I mean- I hate the homework shit and stuff but- this may sound weird to hear it from me but I'm fucking afraid of what comes after", Mondo replied. "Oh, why is that?", I asked him. "You know I- it's just that I feel like I already did everything in life. I have a biker gang and it's fun, don't take me wrong but I won't be able to keep it up forever. And like- you want to put me in a fucking suit or shit?", he replied. "But isn't there anything you can imagine to do? I mean, you don't have to wear a suit for every job", I replied. "I was thinking maybe a carpenter-", He let out. "Well when you want to do that, go for it, I can imagine that you would make a good carpenter", I replied to him, gently smiling at him. "Yeah you're right I'mma make the best fucking carpenter the world has ever seen!", Mondo replied. "I'm sure", I replied. 

We continued to talk along for a very long time until Taka eventually came up again as a topic. "When I'm honest, I already thought that something like this will happen- I just didn't want to have it true", I let out. "I'm still so fucking pissed! Why the fuck did she have to pull him into this whole thing?!", Mondo let out, raising his voice. "I don't know- probably to make it more difficult for us to solve the case that she could escape", I replied to him. "Yeah I guess that makes sense", Mondo replied. "I just- I miss him so much", I let out, feeling my voice crack slightly. I felt a warm tear roll down my cheek. 
fuck- why did I have to start to cry right now? everything was so comfortable up to now and then I ruin this mood. We both just enjoyed this mood so much and now I did have to start to cry- 
"Yo did I say something wrong?", Mondo let out unsure. I just shook my head, trying to suppress more tears. I noticed him standing up and standing tall in front of me. 
He gently pulled me up and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. I could tell that the biker was somehow overwhelmed by the whole situation but I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face in his muscular chest, silently crying into it. 

"Man I'm sorry-", Mondo let out after a while, trying to comfort me. "Don't be", I replied, wiping off some smaller tears from the corners of my eyes while I calmed down again. I realized how close we were and stepped a bit back. I just hoped at that point that I wasn't too close for him to feel still comfortable to him- 
The nighttime announcement soon broke the silence in between us. "Listen man I'm not really that good when it comes to comforting people in those kind of situation but I know  exactly how it feels when you lose a loved one so- if ya want, you can stay over my dorm for some time-", Mondo let out, raising his voice out of instinct and/or nervousness. "Wait really? Sure, thank you", I replied to him, not being able to suppress a smile. "No problem man. I think we should get out", he replied to me, lowering his voice down a little. 

After that, we headed out of the sauna again and we headed towards the locker rooms, quickly changing ourselves and then eventually meeting up in the main hall. He came out of the bathhouse again, heading with me towards his room. 
The more I thought about what just happened, the more embarrassing it was. Why did I have to start to cry now- I was able to suppress it the whole day- But maybe I needed this kind of comfort at some point. I just hoped that I didn't make him too uncomfortable with the situation we had earlier- I mean, after all, he said for himself that he wasn't good in handling those kind of situations when he had to comfort someone. 

I tried to shake those thoughts off as good as I able to as the two of us headed towards his dorm room together. He unlocked the door which headed towards his room and let the two of us in. I looked around the room. the walls and the floor were still ugly but this wasn't something that he could change and which was in every room. On his wall was a large banner of his biker gang logo and the name of his biker gang. On the floor laid some baseball bats, on his desk some magazines and on the table in the middle of the room was some things that you could put your hand in that when you beat up someone, it would hurt even more. On his desk were some hair styling products such as hair gel, hair spray, some hair brushes and some pins to keep single hair strands in place. I wondered how much the hair styling was taking him every day- and How he even did style his hair- That didn't mean that I thought that it didn't look good on him, no, it honestly really suited him. It just was a hair style not everyone wore. 

"Sorry it's a bit messy", the biker let out, putting away the magazines and the knuckle thingies- whatever this was called - into his desk drawers were some more things and small weapons that he used to fight with were inside of it. "Don't worry, mine doesn't look much better", I let out, realizing that I forgot to put back the watercolor markers into the box- they were all laying all across of my desk with a large amount of rolled up and messed up designs while the bin in my room was slowly overflowing with some single sheets of papers that I used to sketch around for a rough sketch and for some rough ideas. 
And some short time later, we decided to eventually go to bed because it slowly really was getting late and we were both starting to get tired. 

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