Behind The Counter (Tokyo Revengers x Black Reader)

Chapter VI: Dissension

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"First, they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win."

"It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog."

"Work hard for what you want because it won't come to you without a fight."

"Life is full of beauty."

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Tensions were high now, what with (Y/N)'s outburst, Mikey and Draken's minor altercation, and now Osanai storming onto the scene. Everything was beyond a mess.

And the small middle schoolers saw no way out of this conflict, nor did Takemichi expect it to happen so soon.

"What's wrong? We came all this way to see you, Mikey of the "Middle School Baby Alliance"." Osanai provoked; laughing in the short blond's face.

(Y/N) could feel a wave of irritation surrounding her, now she was involved in a conflict against one of the most disgusting human beings she's ever laid her eyes on.

"What a shitshow..." She muttered under her breath; traveling her gaze back to Osanai.

As the members of Moebius continued to laugh and shout insults in their faces, Mikey finally spoke up. "You had to bring all these guys to fight some middle school kids?" He comments; exchanging a slight grin at Osanai.

"...—I see you're exactly the piece of shit I imagined you to be, Osanai." Mikey remarked; smirking at the tall blond. However, after saying this, Osanai stoops down to Mikey's level and cups his hand to his ear.

"What's that? Couldn't hear you, ya damn flea." He insulted childishly. (Y/N) clicks her teeth rather loudly at the comment; rolling her eyes at the immaturity.

"Huh? What was that, whore?" Osanai exclaimed; his eyes wide with delight as he turned to face the tall female. He was overjoyed to notice her presence. And as Osanai returned to his original height, he strutted over to the girl, his fists balled up in defense.

Mikey slowly follows Osanai's movements as the male was now inches away from (Y/N). Despite this, she remained stoic and silent.

As Osanai's eyes pierced her, his vile cigarette breath made its way into her nostrils, nearly causing her to gag. "What's your name, sweetheart?" He suddenly asked; his smirk growing.

He is gifted utter silence as (Y/N)'s eyes stared directly through him. Osanai scoffs, placing a hand on his hip. "What's the matter? Got nothing to say? Are you that scared?" He cackled; erupting more laughter from his underlings.

That's when his free hand began to snake its way over to (Y/N) head, just barely about to graze her hair. "You know, girls like you are totally my type." He sneered, inching closer to her braids.

"Not too bulky, not too loud, you're—" That's when Osanai's wrist was grabbed, causing him to halt mid-sentence. (Y/N)'s eyes then grew narrow, and her grip started to tighten as her nails dug deep into his flesh.

It was so strong that Osanai could feel his veins close up as the blood circulation began to stop. Though, he refused to reveal that he was now in utter pain.

"You..." Osanai huffed, forcing a smile, "...—You really are my type." He purred, observing as (Y/N) released him; allowing blood to circulate back into his hand.

The room then began to fill with a collection of "Ohs" as Osanai's underlings further taunted the female. "I'll gladly take her off your hands, Mikey. Not like she seems to care about any of you assholes anyway."