"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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
May 20th, 2020
Mikey's and Y/n one month anniversary
Its been a month since Mikey asked me to be his. At first, I was hesitant and vulnerable since my father left for his 'business trip'. But seeing how Mikey looked at me when he asked, I couldn't say no. So here I am, stuck at home, cooking his favorite snack, Dorayaki. Yeah, I could of went to out and bought some, but I wanted to do something special for Mikey.
In my past relationship, I never got the chance to celebrate any kind of anniversary or special occasions. At the time, I thought that was normal, until Emma told me other wise.
As the negativity kept lingering on how shitty my last relationship was, I quickly shook my head as I placed the Dorayaki in the oven. With a happy and proud smile, I set the timer before heading toward the living room. Mother's favorite sitcom was on, so I decided that I would watch it in her honor.
As the minutes past, I could feel myself getting bored. I knew I should of went to school today. But it's so nice out. And besides, I'm already passing all my classes, so skipping another day of school won't hurt, right? Wrong.
Just as the timer went off, there was a knock on the door. Turning the TV off and jogging into the kitchen, I quickly yelled out, "I'll be right there!", as I pulled out the pan of Dorayaki. Placing them on the stove to cool off, I dusted myself off before heading toward the front door. Puffing my cheeks out, I placed a smile on my face as I opened the door.
"Thank you for waiting patiently..." I stopped mid-sentence as my eyes landed on an all too familiar face. The way his goldish brown eyes looked at me like I was his next meal, sent shivers down my spine. The scarier part was how his smirk grew into a grin. With one hand on the door frame and the other behind his back, he bent down so that we were level with each other.
With an irritated look and an irk on my forehead, I stared at him. As the staring continued, I built up the courage to speak. "What the hell do you want Hanma?" I could feel the chills run down my spine just hearing my own cold voice as I asked him that.
A chuckle came out of him as he lowered his head and shook it. Lifting it back up, our eyes met. The once creepy grin turned into an even more creepier grin. Bringing his face closer to mine, he opened his poisonous mouth. "Awe someone misses me."
A dry chuckle escaped my lips as I rolled my eyes at him. "In your dreams asshole," I answered him. That only made him laugh more.
Not wanting to entertain him further, I went to close the door, only for him to stop it with his foot. At that moment, everything went cold. The once warm breeze, turned freezing as everything around us went dark. To say that I was scared, isn't an understatement. Usually I wouldn't be intimidated by some psycho who would just flirt his way into a woman pants, but this was different. You see, to Hanma, this was a game of cat and mouse. Seeing how he lost his prey once, Hanma is on the hunt to retrieve what he lost before his precious pride gets ruined.
