Tokyo Revengers One-Shots

DoraMitsu

I don't really remember when we first met. One day I was on my own and the next day we were sitting together in comfortable silence. He wasn't awkward around me but rather the opposite. He seemed comfortable just being near me. I wanted him to be mine.

As the two oldest in our small group of friends, we quickly assumed the roles of the parents and we made sure our friends stayed out of trouble. Well, we tried at least. That's gotta count for something. Being the mom and dad of a friend group is tiring but at the end of the day, those moments when the parents get to sit together and talk without the kids disrupting them is probably the best part for me. 

"Mitsuya." 

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the familiar voice of the club president. 

"What?"

"You know the club ended a half hour ago, right? Why're you still here?"

"Oh... Sorry. I lost track of time." I slowly stood from behind the sewing machine and glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost 5pm. 

"Something on your mind?"

"Not really. I was just thinking over the past. See you tomorrow." I gathered up my things and headed out the door.

"Wait! Mitsuya!" The president came after me and stood in the door, blocking me from leaving. 

"...Do you need something, prez?"

Her face was flushed and she refused to make eye contact with me. Something was up.

"I don't know how to say this but..."

"Don't worry. Take your time."

She finally looked up into my eyes and took a deep breath before continuing. 

"Usually I walk home with my friend but she wasn't here today because she's sick and I don't really feel safe walking home by myself so that's why I waited for you but um... can you walk with me please?"

I smiled softly and nodded and with that, the two of us headed down the hallway in silence. 

But this was a different kind of silence. With the president, I was constantly searching for something to say, something to break the ice. With Draken... nothing needed to be said for us to be content with each other's company. 

After we'd left the school campus and were walking in the opposite direction of my house, the president turned to me and smiled. 

"You're pretty nice for a delinquent. That other guy that's always talking to you is pretty creepy."

She must have been talking about Peh-Yan. 

"Well, that's because of his eyes. It's always been like that, even back when... actually I can't remember when I first met Peh." Soft laughter escaped from both of us and the tension seemed to ease a bit. 

"Well, are there any other guys like you?"

I thought about it. Was there really anyone else like me in Toman that I knew of? I mean, there was Matsuno and maybe Hakkai, but if we were talking about an exact carbon copy, then I'm pretty sure I'm the only one. 

"Not really. The guys either like bikes or fighting too much to have time for other things."

The president grinned widely and then exclaimed "Oh! There's my house! Thanks for walking me home, Mitsuya!" 

She waved as she ran up her front steps before dashing inside. I waved back and then turned around. Luna and Mana would be wondering where I was.

As I walked down the sidewalk towards my neighborhood, I was thinking over the president's question. Every guy in Toman was special, different. Unique.