sunshine- tokyo revengers

Stylist

Senju and Takeomi had dropped everyone off after. I still didn't get a dress, but it's okay, I still have time before prom. I'll find one. But right now, I have more pressing matters.

Did that Koko guy ask me out on a date? Or was that just an apology? But who would invite someone to dinner as an apology unless they were interested? No, Y/N, you're being weird. Lots of people do that. Stop overthinking it.

I had told my friends about everything in the car and they all agreed that he liked me. I don't want to jump to conclusions though. Baji and Mitsuya were currently over at my house right now. My mom and Bajis mom were outside sitting and watching movies together while painting their nails and eating random desserts. I need a friendship like that when I'm older. Mitsuya had already been over since I called him telling him it was a fashion emergency. Baji was sitting in my beanbag chair in the corner of the room with his legs over the side, playing on his phone.

"Is my-" "Yes." "Do you think-" "Yes." "Should I-" "The first one." He answered my random mumbled questions without even looking up. "Is the dress-" "You look okay, Y/N, stop asking," he sighed, turning off his phone.

Mitsuya hadn't said much since he'd been holding pins in his mouth, which he was using to shape the dress better. I was going to look at myself in the full mirror but Mitsuya dragged me away to the vanity and turned on its lights. "Should we go for bold makeup or more natural?" he questioned to himself, holding up shade of foundation to my face. He began coating it in various makeup products, and Baji laughed as I tried to run away when he used the eyelash curler. Mitsuya also had to pull my eyes open when trying to do my eyeliner. I actually like eyeliner, but it's scary when someone else does it. And pretty awkward too. You just have to sit there and stare into their soul. Mitsuya pulled his hand away from the side of my face and smiled at his work.

"Woah.." I heard Baji say lightly. I went to look in the mirror again but Mitsuya stopped me once more. "I said no looking until i'm done! We need to get you some jewelry."

He muttered, walking across my room to the drawer with all the jewelry. All of them know how to navigate things in my room. I know theirs too, but sometimes I get them confused. He came back with some rhinestone earrings. After I put them on, my stylist stepped back with a hand on his chin, studying the look. "It feels like there's something missing.." I scanned the room and found the bag on my bed. I walked over to it, and handed it to him. "He also bought me these, but I wasn't sure if I wear them or not," I explained as Mitsuya pulled the items out of the bag and gasped.

"Yes. Yes, you should. This is what was missing." Baji had gotten strangely quiet and when I looked over at him he stared back with an unreadable face. Okay, then. I put them on, and Mitsuya nodded in approval. "Perfect. Y'know, if you don't mind me asking, how'd he know to put all this together? Is he some kind of famous stylist or something?" I shook my head, giggling at the memory of what actually happened. "He asked some random lady to help him out actually. He tried at first but then got confused. She even had to help the guy pick out shoes. She's the real stylist here."

Baji scoffed, "He didn't even pick them out himself? That's kinda lame." He's been acting a little strange right now. "Baji I bet you couldn't do it either. You'd give up and just pick a sweatshirt and call it a day," I said. "Why are you defending him? You just met him." "Then what's your problem with him? You haven't met him at all." Baji shook his head and walked out the room muttering, "I'm gonna grab a drink."

Mitsuya turned back to me, smiling softly. "What?" He shook his head, "Nothing." "How's this funny?" "Baji would kill me if I told you," he said lightly, fixing my hair. "Okay, now you have to tell me."

He placed his hands on both sides of my face and leaned in slightly. Our foreheads were almost touching. He pulled away almost immediately and placed a kiss on the back of my hand, leading me to the mirror. "M'lady," the stylist smiled, admiring his work.

I looked at my reflection which sparkled back. The emerald green dress looked so cute. It fit me and enhanced everything perfectly, thanks to Mitsuya. My hair looked as it normally did, but just softer and shinier, with more volume. I don't know what he put in it. And don't get me started on the makeup. It didn't change my face too much, and looked absolutely perfect. The shoes didn't have too much heel, thankfully. They looked really cute and matched the dress so well. And the thing that Mitsuya said was missing; the gloves. They went from my fingertips to a little below my shoulder. I looked hot. Like a classy hot. Koko's totally forgiven.

"Okay, now you gotta go! It's almost seven!" Mitsuya called from the vanity as he cleaned up the makeup brushes. "Oh right!" I did an awkward jog out of my room, because of the heels, grabbing my bag.

"Woah! Y/NNNN~" Bajis mom gushed as I walked into the living room. Baji was sitting at one of the barstools at the kitchen island when I walked in and looked up at the comment. He examined the look and turned back to his phone with no reaction. "You look so cute!" "Oh my gosh, so pretty!" "Thank you," I giggled at the two of their compliments. I heard the keys jingling as Baji grabbed them off the counter. "You coming or not?"

I followed him towards the door, and sat down when we reached the little shoe stand that had a seat next to it to fix my shoes. He paused, waiting for me with his arms crossed, avoiding eye contact. "You look nice.." "Hmm? What'd you say, Baji?" He glared at me, knowing that i'd heard him perfectly well. "Don't make me take it back."

His hair was loosely tied up into a bun right now, with a few strands peeking out. He normally leaves it down or in a ponytail. "I like your hair, by the way," I told him, standing up. "Yeah, you were the one who did it." "I did? Oh yeah.." He opened the door and started walking towards the car. When he had arrived at my house, Mitsuya was searching through the bag to look at all the contents and how he could style them for me. He was taking his time and I had gotten bored so I made Baji sit down and did his hair. "I don't let just anyone do my hair, y'know," he sighed, opening the door for me.

"Thanks," I smiled at him. The car ride was a bit awkward and silent at first but when 'Baby' by Justin Bieber started playing we turned to look at each other before bursting into laughter. I don't remember this being on our playlist, but music apps have their ways of working. He rolled down the windows and we started singing to it at the top of our lungs while laughing at ourselves. By the time it ended, we had gotten there. .

The restaurant was in the heart of the city, so there were sparkling lights everywhere. Baji closed the car door behind me. "Bye. Call me if you need anything. I'll show up with the rest of the first division." I shook my head, laughing, "Okay, then. Bye!" I waved to him as I walked in.

I started feeling a bit anxious about how I was going to find him in this place but as I opened the door, a waiter came up to me, greeting me. "You must be with Hajime, right? Follow me." I have no idea who Hajime is, but let's see.

He led me to the highest floor of the restaurant. The lighting inside was dim, and the air was crisp. There was only a few tables with people at them. It was a bit cold, not gonna lie. He led towards the table Koko was at. So he is Hajime. Koko was talking to an older man and seemed a bit pressed right now. They're probably talking about something serious. The waiter cleared his throat, and they stopped their conversation. "Hajime-san. Your guest is here." Koko's eyes softened, and the other two walked away. "Hey. Sorry for not picking you up. I had to work to deal with, like the guy right now. They won't let me be," he sighed.

"I'm glad you're here now."