[Various x F! Reader]
Attempting to start a new life after reform school shouldn't involve the Tokyo Manji Gang.
Nor should it involve all the bullshit you were suddenly dragged through.
PART 2 IS NOW OUT
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𝗣𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗺𝗮
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August 3rd, 2005
A scheduled war between Toman and Moebius; though, there was nothing to indicate that the opposing gang was going to accept your guys' proposal.
It was the same night as the Musashi Festival. You've been to it once when you were eight because your step-mother was looking for inspiration for her next piece of art. You didn't care enough for the memory in order to remember it's every detail.
But tonight was far different from it, for this one was gang related. You weren't going to the festival to wander around with your step-mom, you were going to fight and probably get the shit beat out of you.
That is, if Moebius decides to accept Toman's message. But for now, you stay at home without a care in the world.
With your very good friend, Mikey.
"Dammit!" Mikey shouts, kicking his feet forward after getting shelled in the mario kart game on your DS. "Go fuck yourself [random character]!"
With an unamused expression, you hold your place in your book and move it to the side, looking at the boy who sits on the opposite end of the couch.
One thing you've learned about Mikey is that he takes Mario Kart very seriously when playing as one of the Princess's.
"What?" He glares at you.
You shake your head and go back to your book. "Maybe if you didn't waste all your inventory then you could've gotten back at them" you shrug, suggesting another piece of advice he probably won't listen to.
"Oh yeah? Cause you know sooo much about this game. Yeah, just go back to reading that book of yours for the- who knows how many times you've read it" he spits, sitting up and crossing his legs.
You sit up as well, copying his actions while putting your bookmark in the crease. You set it on the coffee table before reaching a hand out. "Give me it"
Mikey takes a few seconds to glare at you. He then dramatically sighs like a bull before handing over the DS.
You take the device and exit his current lobby, going through the whole process of customizing your character. While doing that, Mikey scoots closer to you and looks down, head bumping with yours since you two mirror each other.
"[character]? really?" He asks.
"Aye, they get me first place every time" you shrug. "Now shut up and watch"
The screen now angles itself so you only see the backside of your character, the orange numbers already counting down from three.
"What? You can already hit the gas when it's counting down?!" Mikey suddenly asks, a hint of offense in his tone.
