Tokyo Revengers Oneshots [REQUEST OPEN]

Fashioning with you - M.Takashi

Characters: Mitsuya Takashi x reader
Genre: slice of life, school AU

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Arms full of rolls of fabrics of different colors, you were running in the streets of Tokyo heading back to your workshop. The sky was grey and morose, covered with thick scaring clouds. It was just a matter of time before it started raining. As you didn't have a car, you had to spread back to your atelier or your fresh and new fabric would end up soaked in water. Plus, you were already behind in the conception of the new dress you had been working on for weeks now. The deadline for the school festival was getting closer and closer and if you didn't hurry, your work would not be ready in time. So you needed to use every minute of every day. However, you ran out of fabrics and had to rush to the fashion district to buy new rolls.

As you ran in the busy streets, slithering between the people trying your best not to push anyone, your way was blocked by a motorbike. A tall silver-haired and fashionable boy was standing near the vehicle.

"Move aside!" you told him as you skilfully jumped over the motorbike and continued your way without turning around. "Thanks!"

The silver-haired boy blinked a few times, trying to process what just happened as he watched your figure disappear away.

Tightening your hold on the rolls for them to not fall, you swiftly turned at an intersection. But your run was stopped as your body collided hard onto a tall and muscular boy. You fell back, the rolls of fabric with you.

"Damn it! Look where yer going!" the man groaned.

"Sorry," you hastily said without even granting him a glance.

You picked up the fabric rolls and were about to resume running when the guy stepped in front of you, stopping you. That was when you looked at him for the first time and realized who you were dealing with. He was tall and quite buffed. His dark hair was cut short and tattoos were showing on his neck and arms. He was older than you and was looking quite mad at you. His traits were callous and threatening, his face squared and eyes sharp. Behind him were a few other guys sharing the same threatening aura as him. They were surely part of a gang.

"Those damn kids nowadays have no respect for the older ones," he glared at her. "Apologise properly,"

"I told you I was sorry," you said in a lazy voice. "Now could you move aside? You're blocking my way,"

"Huh? You know who you talking to, you wench?!" he growled, getting madder and madder.

He must surely not be used to having someone not following his orders. But right now, the least of your worries was that man. All you needed and wanted to do was go back to your atelier in time so your new fabric wouldn't be all ruined.

"Eeehh... I don't know and I don't really care," you said, still in a lazy voice. "Now could you move aside? This is heavy, my arms hurt,"

"You bitch!" the guy said, lifting his punch high.