[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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Valhalla
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The day has finally come. The battle between Toman and Valhalla, to be specific.
Both gangs made it to the given location, showing neither side is going to back out. It's not as if anyone is really planning on retreating anyways, they're all pumped up with their leader's motivational speeches.
"Might as well settle who the best gang is here. Everyone came." You whistle, seeing many other delinquents and gang leaders there to view today's brawl.
"Hey, focus." Draken nudges your back, coming from behind. "This ain't no time to be scouting out other men."
"Gross dude, that's not what I meant." You assure, letting out a yawn that makes him roll his eyes. Your arms are folded over your chest as you look around, seeing everyone chat amongst themselves. Some seemed nervous while others were determined.
The only reason you're paying attention this close is to ignore the way Draken's staring at you, his expression that says he wants to say something - or waiting for you to say something. "Dude, seriously. You're freaking me out." You confront him, still refusing to meet his burning stare.
Draken pretends he doesn't know what you're talking about and copies your posture. "Oh, you know. I just find it weird..."
"What?" You cock an eyebrow.
"I had a really interesting conversation with someone the other day." He starts off, overlooking the crowd. "Kazutora, to be exact."
'fuck...' You think, uncrossing your arms and digging them into your pockets. "As in, our Kazutora? Shit, when did he get out of-"
"[name]." His tone of voice shifts sternly, causing you to confirm he probably knows more than enough to connect some dots.
You sigh and rub the side of your head where a few stitches are, freshly patched from early today by your boss. "How much did he tell you?" You lower your voice, even though everyone around you two is occupied with each other.
"Not much, only that you were a lucky son of a bitch. Then I saw you last night with a fresh scar on the side of your neck. And it wasn't hard to miss you rubbing your head the entire night." he explains. "So what happened?"
You internally curse and shake your head, looking down at the dirt. You don't understand the point of someone checking up on you and asking what happened when the deed was already done. It was in the past, and things like that should never be messed with. You learned to accept it that way, so in the back of your head you find his attempt pointless.
"I can't really fight without reason like you and Mikey." You state. "I have to be really pissed off or offended to hurt someone. Unnecessary fighting is a waste of time."
