"𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄."
〘 ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴍᴜɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴋɪᴛᴏ 〙
In which a story about a young air head, arrogant, and selfless somehow finds her...
The bright sky shone upon the school of Mizo Middle School, There was a young girl walking alongside an elderly man, and she had long raven hair with stylish mint green tips.
"Hey Grandpa, are you sure I should be going here?" A girl known as Tokito Muichiro questioned the old man beside her.
"Yes, I'm sure." Her mentor said softly as he grabbed her hand and started walking towards the school.
"Make sure not to start any fight's here.... Like last time." Yoriichi warned. "We're only a few steps away from the gate, make sure you didn't forget your class schedule sheet." He said then guided her over to the entrance.
"Go and make me proud!" He exclaimed with a warm smile on his face before quickly walking away from the school's gate. The girl turned around to look at him one last time before heading straight in for the school.
As the girl strolled along the ravine, she glanced up at the sky, her eyes a dull shade of mint green. She couldn't help but fixate on a particular cloud, as it floated above her. If only she remembered what it was called.
"What's the shape of that cloud again?" Muichiro mutters under her breath. It seemed her mind felt a bit familiar with it, yet she had no recollection of the name.
On her first day at the new middle school, she found herself in the vibrant district of Shibuya. Her recent move was a result of an incident she ignited, a massive gang fight that took place in her previous school, impacting numerous individuals. A large number of students from the school who engaged in a battle with her suffered severe injuries, including broken ribs, black eyes, dislocated limbs, and concussions.
You name it she did it. The fight was so massive that it gained attention from all over Japan and even made headlines. To this day, it remains a mystery how she managed to escape the consequences.
It was only a few minutes before the bell rang. But she still couldn't remember which class she was in. Of course, she had her sheet for that.
Muichiro searched for her bag, only to discover it nearly empty. Instead of finding school supplies, all she found were her lunch and a handful of pens and pencils.
"...I must have forgotten it at home... Whatever..." Disappointment filled her mutter as she pressed on, compelled by necessity to keep moving. However, fate intervened when an unexpected collision abruptly halted her footsteps.
Muichiro raised her gaze to the person she had accidentally bumped into and carefully examined his appearance. He had a plum pompadour adorned with several hair clips and light heather eyes. He wears his standard school uniform.
