𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 2
"Miss, you look familiar. Have I seen you somewhere?"
"Spare me the pick-up line. I'm busy."
--A Tokyo Revengers modern, university AU wherein an aspiring professional dancer juggles multiple part-time jobs to s...
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(y/n)
You fiddled with your fingers anxiously.
You gave a quick side glance to the person sitting on the opposite side of the bus. He was looking out of the window, his elbow leaning on the bus wall, and one of his ears had an air pod plugged in.
After the whole fiasco back at the music shop, the previously mentioned man, who had been with you while those lousy (and sexist) policemen interviewed you about the 'incident' with your stalker/co-worker, offered you a ride home.
You guessed that he was concerned for your safety, but you didn't want to ride in the car of someone who you barely knew (you didn't even know the guy's name), so you declined.
He, however, insisted on walking you to the bus stop (which was a very awkwardly silent experience). And when your bus arrived, it surprised you that he had gotten in as well. An extension to that awkwardly silent walk maybe.
Albeit the silence, this didn't bother you as much as Makoto, and as much as those policemen back at the shop. The atmosphere was tolerable.
Anyway, there was still some time before you would arrive at your stop. You could've kept the silence but there was a part of you that was begging otherwise. This night with him cannot end this way, not after all the trouble that you had roped him into.
"Hey, I-"
"There's something-"
You both spoke at the same time. Flustered, you cleared your throat and looked away. On the other hand, he looked at you and gave you a nod, "You can go first."
"No, it's fine you can speak first," you replied.
Silence again.
He sighed softly, "Are you okay?"
You glanced at him, your (e/c) chromes meeting his violet ones, "Honestly, no. Who would be?"
"That's right. Sorry for asking such an obvious question," he brought his hand on his nape, scratching it lightly.
"But thank you for asking," a sharp sigh left your lips as you slumped your back on your chair, "I'm frustrated though."
"Why is that?"
"Those policemen didn't take me seriously as they did with you. I don't know if it's because of that card you gave them or that if you..." you trailed off, "seem to look more credible than me."
The word "credible" was deeply emphasized. It hung on to your phrase strongly and left a bitter aftertaste on your tongue. That was envy.
The guy was about to open his mouth and reply but was interrupted by the sound of the bus chime followed by the announcement of your stop. You stood up and forced a smile.
