[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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Old Habits Die Hard
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It was a long night. You didn't get much sleep, which has been a problem for the past few years. It might also have to do with the fact that you are going to meet some random person just because some other crazy dude gave you a note saying to do so.
Yet, here you are walking down a short flight of concrete stairs, leading underneath the only bridge you managed to find known as "Benkei Bridge". When you reach the bottom, you turn to look down the dimly lit tunnel. Out of the few lights hung on the wall, only two of them are working, the others look to have been smashed in.
You walk down the path and stop near the middle, looming over the edge to see your reflection in the stream of water. It was too quiet for your liking, weird, because you have always begged for time alone. So, to make up for the silence, you pop in one of your headphones as the other hangs against your chest in case the surprise guest shows up.
Sitting down with your legs dangling over the side, your hands find comfort between your thighs as you lean forward to stare at the reflection in the water. A young girl looks back, completely identical to deny she isn't you. Though, she does have longer hair and is more well dressed than you currently are.
You tilt your head and scowl, to which the girl copies. You then scoop up a few nearby pebbles and drop them directly over your reflection. When the stones hit the water, they create small waves and water rings that disturbs the peaceful stream.
You slap a hand to the side of your head and groan, "Fuck...I should've told someone where I was going. My body won't be found for weeks." You whisper to yourself, realizing just how poor your choices are.
"What won't be found for weeks?"
Your head picks up faster than ever, ears twitching from how quick you rip the headphone out. You then turn to the right side of the tunnel, seeing a figure standing further down. Growing suspicious, you help yourself up to your feet and take a few steps back to create distance.
It's difficult to get a description of the male, no thanks to the destroyed light above him. Is it a coincidence, or did he have something to do with it? That would be very dramatic for him if he was the one to break the light for his entrance. 'All guys seem to be that way nowadays.' You sigh.
"Hey, why'd you get so quiet?"
"I have stage fright." 'nice one, dumbass.'
"Ha! You sure you're [name] then? Cause the [name] I know was always getting me into some sort trouble."
Finally, he's close enough that you can easily gain a full body description, but it isn't much to go off of considering his attire consists of dark colors. Grey T-shirt, black pants, black jacket, and white shoes. You carefully eye him from the bottom up, eventually trailing up his neck and-
