~𝒲𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹~ A M!Reader x Tokyo Revengers

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟡: ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖

Hey everyone! Sorry for my long absence again, I've been playing the whole Yakuza series and trying to fully complete all of it (Pray for me..). I've been more into Lookism and Yakuza lately and thinking of making a fanfic for either of them, not sure if anyone would like that though. - Author

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     You felt irked at what he said, you were NOT about to take his bullshit right now. Getting back up, you walked over to Kisaki and stood in front of him.

Kisaki raised an eyebrow at you, putting his hand behind him on the desk and leaning back. "What are you doing?" he looked you up and down shamelessly, now seeing how drenched with water you really were.

Looking down at the desk he was sitting on, he was sitting in front of your notepad that you had left in the class. You tried motioning for him to get up, but he seemed to not get the memo.

Sighing, you leaned closer to him, trying to see if you can just grab your notepad.

Kisaki's eyes widened at your boldness, seemingly getting slightly flustered at your closeness. Your fingers slightly grazed the notepad, it was just barely out of your reach.

Maybe if you were taller, you would've reached it by now. You tried straining your arm to grab it but to no avail.

You leaned further, now being chest to abdomen with the man in front of you. Kisaki seemed to be observing your moves, not moving a single inch from where he was.

Finally grasping the notepad you quickly retracted your body from Kisaki's, you glanced at him and were met with the sight of him flustered. Kisaki quickly looked to the side, sitting up and covering his mouth with his hand.

What's his deal? You opened your notepad, flipping to a clean page to write. Realizing that you didn't have a pencil, you looked back up to Kisaki.

Kisaki had moved back to his seat, his body now facing the window that was next to him. Waking over to Flash 2.0, you tapped his desk to get his attention.

For a few seconds, he kept looking at the window before sighing and turning his head to you, his face still a little flushed, "What do you want now?" he said rather harshly.

Ignoring his bratty tone, you motioned to your notepad and mimicked writing with a pencil on it. He stared blankly at you for a few seconds, before reaching down into his bag and grabbing a pencil.

"You know, you could've just gone behind me to grab it." He side-eyed you, before fully pulling the pencil out.

Oh yeah, you probably could've done that. You're just a dumbass though, you can't make anything that simple in a Y/N fanfic.

Grabbing the pencil out of his hands, you sat down at your desk. Thinking for a few moments, you flipped to a new page and wrote, "Why are you still here? I figure you've finished your cleaning so why stay? (　˙-˙　)"

Showing him, he looked at you for a few seconds before replying, "I was waiting for you to get done," You tilted your head to the side, That's odd..

He took a piece of paper from his bag, along with a pen in one of the bag's pockets. Clicking the pen open, he started to write down some random Kanji letters.

You kept your eyes on his paper while tapping your fingers on your desk, curious on what he was doing. After a few more seconds he placed his pen down, placing the piece of paper on your desk.

"Here, I've written down some letters for you to practice your Kanji with. No need to thank me, just tell me if you need any help." And with that, he grabbed his bag and got up from his desk, quickly making his way out of the classroom.

Once he closed the door behind him, you grabbed the paper and carefully placed it into your bag. You'll probably use it to practice later, it's better if you just go home and change first.

Thinking about it, it seemed a little out of character for him to help you. Guessing you don't know enough about him to make a judgment on him yet.

Your wet clothes were starting to get colder from the room's temperature, so you took that as a sign to head home. Getting up from your seat, you noticed that you've left a little puddle on it, including a little bit of water on the desk itself.

Sighing, you decided to leave it as you got your things and placed them into your bag.

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You lay in your bed, contemplating your life choices up to that point in time that lead to all your horrible choices. It's been a few hours since you've gotten home, yet you're still caught up with what happened back at school.

Pretty sure you're never gonna live this down, that was so embarrassing. You heard a notification sound coming from your phone, signaling someone had texted you.

Looking at your clock, it was 9:00 pm already. Odd anyone would be texting you at this late hour.

Reaching out to grab your phone, you turned it on to view the notification that you had gotten. The sender was a number you've never seen before, which piqued your interest.

Unlocking your phone, you turned over onto your back and opened up the message.

'Meet me at Musashi Shrine, in the next 40 minutes'

Huh?, who the fuck is this. You don't have any friends that you've given your number.

'Who is this? I didn't give anyone my number...'

'You don't need to worry about that, just make sure you get here.'

'Oh, and don't be late'

There is no fucking way you're going to a random ass shrine at 9:00 pm, that's just a huge red flag.

'No thanks, I'm not looking to get myself murdered yet'

And with that, you turned your phone back off and placed it back on your nightstand. You heard a few notifications go off, but you ignored them and just closed your eyes.

Thank god you had common sense, but still, who could have gotten your number? Hopefully, that'll be the only time that they text you, you don't want to have a creep texting you every night..

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Another authors note, sorry if this chapter is a little lacking or boring. I was planning on rewriting it into something different for a few weeks now, but been putting it off so i just posted it how it was. I might rewrite this part in the future to be longer.