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The past

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The past

"Hey, y/n.." Mikey started eyeing his 20 year old girlfriend.

The two were in a relationship for five years and had no intuition of breaking up. Y/n turned her glance to him with a smile.

"Hmm?" she hummed.

"I was thinking... about creating another gang." Mikey said.

Y/n stared at him for a while then started.

"Are you sure, babe? I mean you already dissbanned Toman before-"

"I know that, y/n." he flashes. "And I regret it."

Y/n thought about it for a while, not sure how to feel about her boyfriend's desicion. She gave him a small smile. He tched.

"You know what? I don't need you for my decisons!" Manjiro snapped before she was able to say anything. "I'm creating a new gang and it's your choice to decide if you're gonna lead with me or not!"

Present

Without any plan of where you are going, three Haitanis started the car.

You sat next to Ran who was driving, already pretty annoyed at Rindou who was behind the two of you complaining how he wanted to sit up at front.

None of you knew where to hang out because all of you were almost in your thirties. Where do people that age even go?

To fancy restaurants of course. But you ate fancy food every day of the week. For all of your meals. All. The. Time. You almost puked from all the healthy and fancy food.

Just then as you thought about where to go, being able to concentrate just a bit because of two brothers arguing, an idea popped in your mind.

Well, not an idea at first, but a memory. A core memory to be exact.

Just when you turned 18, Ran and Rindou decided to take you to dinner. Since you were getting older and were an adult now they firstly took you to your first fancy and expensive restaurant.

The three of you ended up at a fast food place not so long afterwards. All of you agreeded that you don't like fancy food and should stick to fast food.

You smiled looking out the window thinking about it. Ran was the first one to notice. He watched you with a corner of his eye.

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