"I love you Mikey, only you, nobody else"
~Y/n
Y/n is not just an average high schooler; she's Mikey's heart and soul and is known as the Deity of Tokyo. As she continues to live her life out, as normally as possible, Y/n finds herself falling for a...
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April 3rd, 2020
You could call it inspiration.
You could call it the fire of passion.
Whatever it was, Mitsuya couldn't explain the feeling that had taken over him as he sat in the sewing club, pencil in hand.
The thin graphite tip glided effortlessly across the paper.
Slowly, an elegant dress began to take shape beneath his fingertips.
Every line had a purpose.
Every curve was carefully placed.
He erased certain sections and redrew them until they looked exactly the way he wanted.
The other members of the sewing club watched quietly.
No one dared interrupt him.
Mitsuya was completely lost in his own world.
One hand supported his head while the other guided the pencil across the page. His violet eyes moved between the paper and the ideas forming inside his mind.
Every so often, his gaze drifted toward the window beside him.
Outside, cherry blossom petals floated through the air.
They danced gracefully in the spring breeze before disappearing beyond the window.
Mitsuya paused.
An idea struck him.
Before it could disappear, he quickly reached for his pencil again.
He added another detail to the design.
Then another.
And another.
Finally, he leaned back.
A satisfied sigh escaped his lips.
He placed the pencil down and studied his work.
A bright smile slowly spread across his face.
The girls around him couldn't help but stare.
To them, their club president was adorable when he became completely absorbed in his work.
Yasuda, the vice president, finally approached him.
"President."
She spoke softly as she placed a hand on his shoulder.
Mitsuya jumped slightly.
He had been so focused that he hadn't even realized anyone was standing beside him.
