cotton⠀candy⠀⤻⠀tokyo⠀revengers⠀.

hurry up︰m. takashi

A/N: not doing the whole layout shit cuz im lazy
think of this as a warmup cuz this is literally what it is im trying to get myself back in this sad disgusting little fandom (don't get offended it's half a joke)

dont cry about y/n's personality i love the overassertive pissy gf x calm cool bf trope

and i know yall were asking for more smut but i only get inspired/write based off by my past experiences or when me n my bf do sumn .. AND WE AIN'T 💔💔💔💔💔

this was dry as fuck but eat it up like you're on death row and it's your last meal! ik y'all r extremely desperate and haven't touched a man or woman intimately before in your lives 🙏🏽🙏🏽 much love though

(jokes)

nothing compares to the classic tokyo heatwave.

that's what [y/n] thought as she placed her chin inside her palm, her arm resting on the windowsill that gave her a view of outside, the buildings and buzz of traffic in the distance greeting her.

the cicadas chirped happily, overlapping with the tired hums of the flimsy white standing fan that stood across the room from where [y/n] sat on the wooden stool, swinging her feet as she let a yawn rip out of her mouth.

why was she here again? the digital clock on a desk read 15:57 in bright red letters, and the constant clicking of the sewing machine was starting to piss her off. but despite her shortening patience and growing temper, her furrowed eyebrows relax as her eyes land on the boy who was working the machine, holding down  a piece of fabric with his calloused fingers.

his nose was scrunched up and his eyebrows furrowed together, but he didn't seem displeased. instead, he clicks his tongue, seeming to enjoy what he was engaging in, his eyes boring into his work.

there was the sole reason [y/n] sat in that chair that made her ass slightly ache and tested her restraints. the attractive lilac-haired teenage boy with warm ivory skin and black slitted eyebrows; takashi mitsuya, the one that she loved so much.

"hey, purple boy."

his focus breaks, his finger reaching up to switch the button that halted the sewing machine, as his lavender irises landed on the [h/c]-haired girl who turned herself around on her chair to face him and crossed her legs, a foxy smile creeping up on her crimson-tinted lips.

"hey, flower."

takashi repeats her greeting, but in a more sincere and gentle way. a grin breaks out on his face, exposing the purple and cyan gems decorating two of his incisor teeth. he had always been keeping up with the latest fashion trends, and rocking it nicely too.

[y/n] tilts her head to the side, grinning too. "mm. still jealous. you have naturally straight teeth." bouncing the leg that rested on her other leg, she gives a faux sigh. "damn, i gotta shave again." she whispers underneath her breath as she glances down at her thigh, before looking back up at the boy.

"that's why you got braces, [y/n]. isn't it?" he responds instantly, his gaze switching from her eyes to her teeth and back.

"yea, but after i get these braces off, i gotta wear retainers for the rest of my sad, sad life." she turns her head towards the fan that blew air her way, the wind barely ruffling her uniform skirt. "i wanna have tooth gems too. we coulda been matchin'."

takashi chuckles, getting up from his plastic stool and striding over to the girl in front of him, who stared at him with a cocked eyebrow. "that's too bad, ain't it?" he leans over to place a sweet kiss on [y/n]'s temple, caressing her face gleefully. "i love you."

"cheesy. love you too, kash. now finish up with that piece so we could grab food and we could both go home, yea?" her eyes squint up, shining affectionately at him. "i'm goddamn tired."

"not even a little happy that i'm makin' those new jeans you wanted so bad?"

"nope. not at all. 'm tryna get dominican food tonight. by the time i'm done i won't even be able to fit in those jeans anyway.. oh, fuck, i forgot to text my classmate to ask for national language notes."

"uh, why d'ya call it that? that sounded super foreign."

"uhm, why d'ya look like that? like a man-whore? tryna get girls other than me?"

takashi stares blankly, perplexed by the instant quip he got back from his girlfriend. he scratches his head, eyebrows raised as he exhales, glancing back at the unfinished piece of bleached jeans.

he could only shake his head, a laugh slipping out of his lips. "i love you so much, [y/n]. always."

"i love you too, takashi. always. now, filipino or  dominican food?"