THE MASK (Tokyo Revengers | Takashi Mitsuya x OC)

Chapter 04

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ Lovesick *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙

"Mom..."
"Oh, you were out with Your girlfriend?" she says while smiling.
"What?"
"No we ..." Takashi and I freak out together and was about to justify our relationship, but we both start talking at the same time. He stopped and look at me.

"He actually saved me. We go to the same school and all" I gave the woman a close-eye smile.
"Yeah, and I went out to buy pudding for Luna and Mana. You're early today mom" Takashi took out his shoes and stepped inside while talking to his mom. The woman was still staring at me.

"I finished my work early so I come home. Your sister fall sleep like ten minutes ago."
"Oh, I was late...".
I bowed ninety degrees and apologize, "I'm so sorry...it was my fault that Mitsuya-kun was late". I stood in that position in a couple of seconds when I heard both of them burst into laughter.

I stood up straight and look at them in confusion. "It's ok girl. Those two are alway sleep early." Takashi's mom tried to hide his laugher by holding on to her mouth.

"Yeah, take your shoes out and come with me. I'll bring you a icepack" Takashi said with a low voice and headed inside. I look at his mom and smile. She walked closer to me and asked, "are you ok? What happed to your hand?"

"It's nothing. It's just a little bruised. Some guy pick on me in a street near a convenience store and Mitsuya-kun helped me. But I got some bruises. It's nothing serious". The woman gasp in shock and hold her hands on his mouth again.

"Stop talking and come inside. Mom please let her in, she's injured". Takashi came back to the front door.
"Yes, come in" his mom gave me path. I look at Takashi and he pointed for me to follow him. We walked to a room with couch and television which seemed to be the living room.

He asked me to sit down and he put the first aid kit down. Kneeling down in front of my feet. Shit! What the fuck is he doing. He can just sit next to me. My heart start beating faster.
"Sit on the couch..." I told him and patted on the spot next to me.

He was busy opening the kit but answered me anyway, "I have a better access to your hand here. Are you uncomfortable like this?". He turned back and stare into my eyes, waiting for an answer.
"No, it's ok with me"

"It's ok with me too" he said and reached out and grabbed my hand. He tried to roll up the sleeve of my leather jacket, but it didn't budge. The sleeve had a rubber band at the end of it which made it difficult to roll the sleeve up.

He look at me and says, "It won't rolls up! Take out your jacket".
"Can you just put the icepack on my hand, there's no need to do it for my wrist" I didn't want him to see my arms.

My both arms are covered in tattoos! I don't want him to see those, that ugly sight.
"No, take it out". He stare right into my eyes. His voice was raspy and he was talking in low volume since his sister were sleeping. My heart goes even more crazy. I could hear it loud and clear.

"I'll go" I stood up to leave. But he hold my injured hand and pulled it down. I felt like the living soul left my body. I fell on the sofa-seat again. Holding on to my hand. Bent over to my knees. My mouth fell open and breath hitching in my throat.

"I thought it didn't hurt" he chuckled.
"Fuck you!" I managed to let the word out. He did that on purpose. After the stinging pain in my hand went away. I sat up straight and glare at him.