ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴡʟ | Tokyo Revengers

🐉 XXXI: Foolish

The tattooed, well-built man was walking downtown on the sunny summer day along with the young Y/n after running the weekend errands. "Do we have everything on the list, birdie?"

"Yes, dad!"

"I need to make one last stop before going home."

"You seem excited, where are we going?" The girl looked up at her father's unusual child-like face.

"Here we are. Don't touch anything." Stopping at a motorbike shop, he warned before entering and yelling to the owner that was sitting on the floor giving them his back while fixing an engine. "Shin, my boy, what's up! Having a new practicer?"

The black-haired young male turned his head to greet the new customers with a bright smile, a toothpick in his mouth, and lazy eyes, standing up before giving a manly handshake to the older one. "Hey, boss! Yeah, he wants to learn from the best. I have your delivery right in the back room." Noticing the girl, that was curiously observing the bike models on display, he tried to recall her. "Haven't I seen you before, angel?"

"Causing trouble for sure." Crossing his arms, her dad sent a suspicious look that tensed her when she was about to touch a deluxe model.

Chuckling, Shinichiro eased the air. "That's not the case, sir. Aren't you Manjiro and Emma's friend? I'm their big bro."

"The one who's always slipping away from gramps?"

"Oh, man, I got exposed." Feeling betrayed by his siblings, he let out a long buff and turned into the back shop direction. "Boss, can you give me a hand? The box is really heavy."

"I bet you're just too weak." The man teased him gaining Shin to fluster and began to follow him. "Wait here, princess."

"Inupi, look the shop out."

The blonde boy nodded, remaining silent in his place while cleaning with a cloth a few mechanic pieces, not even looking at her but he got to notice when she was about to touch the handlebar from one of the bikes. "There's a sign that says not to touch."

She let go of it feeling scolded and decided to sit where Shinichiro had been in front of the grumpy one, watching attentively what he was doing before receiving a disdained look, telling her to stop staring at him.

"What happened to your face, Inupi?"

"That's rude, you know? And, it's Inui for you."

She hummed feeling bored, changing her sight to the motor they were fixing. "This piece is misplaced and this goes backward." Without caring, Y/n arranged the said pieces, slapping his hand when the boy tried to stop her. "Wait for a second! I have been watching my dad doing it all my life."

"I told you to not touch anything!"

Both started to struggle between them until the men came back, and with a whistle, her dad made her stop. "What did I tell you? Did you roll your eyes at me? Sorry for the inconvenience and thanks for receiving the replacements, we'll catch up later, my boy." He noticed that his daughter was placing the last piece cautious not to be seen. "Y/n! We're leaving, come here."

Shinichiro was lowly snickering at the girl's demeanor and the tough man's embarrassment of it. Whining, she took the bags of groceries and the man carried the big box on his shoulder, dragging her with the other hand out.

"I didn't do anything wrong!"

"You need to learn not to meddle in other's business."

"Bratty girl, who the hell does she think she is?" Inupi was grumbling in his place with crossed limbs.