𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥. - 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 {✓}

𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝

"shuji y/n, formerly known as l/n y/n who once lead the decay of angels." naoto showed takemichi a photo of the (h/c) haired woman.

"she got married to shuji hanma , kisaki tetta's right-hand man." the next photo shown was a man with dual-colored hair and glasses. he looked expensive enough.

"because of her marriage to shuji hanma , she's now one of the respected people of toman."

takemichi nodded along with naoto, even though all the words the male said went through one ear and out the other.

"so she's harder to get a hold of?"

naoto shook his head, making takemichi look at him.

"not quite. she's seen plenty of times at a cafe near sendo's building. people always see her alone and only come around the afternoons. preferably two in the afternoon."

"so all we need to do now is to wait for her there, and talk to her, right?"

naoto nodded, and started to brainstorm takemichi with their plan.

that leads them to where they are right now. sitting in a booth near the windows while they wait for the woman.

"takemichi, don't act suspicious, and don't ask anything suspicious. we don't know what she's capable of."

takemichi nodded, eyes looking at the cafe entrance as he waited for y/n to walk in.

what did she look like now? was she still the same, intimidating girl that he had met back then?

sure enough, the long-awaited woman walked into the shop. however, takemichi didn't expect her to be like this- sort of.

her (h/c) hair grew longer over the years, (f/c) highlights on the sides of her face as she walked towards her usual table- the one in front of them.

her body grew more mature, she also grew taller- or was that the work of her platform boots?

despite being married to a seemingly well-off man, her style suited her like she was twelve years ago.

cargo pants and a fitted black crop top, with a red jacket on her back.

y/n seemed to never notice the two men staring at her as she sat on her seat, glasses pushed up as she looked over the menu.

moments later, without her even calling the waitress, a person came up to her to write down her order.

"one (f/d) please, and two slices of strawberry shortcake."

while the female was ordering, takemichi took the time to observe her further.

it seemed that even though she was already married, and years passed, her overall aura and look never changed.

she still wore a lot of earrings, there was the newest addition that was located on the center of her lower lip. how can he forget the ring that was on her left ring finger- that shit looks like it could pay his rent.

she wore minimal makeup. i guess some things just never change.

"can i help you?"

takemichi didn't notice that he was staring quite long now, as piercing (e/c) eyes looked at him accusingly, brows cocked up as she held her gaze on his.

takemichi seemed to short circuit that he was caught, and naoto decided to help out.

"excuse me miss, but we would like to have a word with you." naoto bowed at the girl, as she waved her hand dismissively.