I want to be an idle teen.

15.The wasted youth

Atsushi sighed as he swirled his juice around in the fancy glass.

" Hah , get fucked!" Tachihara laughed through tears, as Akutagawa glared at him from the other side of the table, his expression grim and done with the world.

"After you." The raven ended up mumbling in turn, as he buried his head into the table and took a deep sigh.

"Man, not only did you get your ass kicked by Chuuya, but you now have to wear… this? " Tachihara chuckled, almost falling off of his chair.

His punishment seemed more effective than Atsushi's, in a way.

Chuuya Nakahara's punishments really were the most embarrassing ones, quite frankly, the tiger noted, as he looked at his awfully colourful dressed teammate and current nemesis, Akutagawa Ryūnsouke.

In a pink fucking suit.

He had a style that fit him, all black and sleek, with a vintage vibe to the outfit.

But this.

This was absolutely hilarious.

He even had a curse word ban. Which his own sister was going to monitor.

The punishment was different from his, yet all at once it seemed worse in his own mind. Because Akutagawa was one prideful motherfucker. And this kind of actual humiliation was probably the last thing he wanted.

"Do not laugh or I swear to god, I'll turn you to mush." The raven grumbled, making him almost burst out in a full on laugh. "Me? I'd never , Akutagawa. You wound me." The tiger let out, as he tried to compose himself, getting a kick under the table.

"Stop acting like children." Gin muttered under her breath, looking very different from usual herself. She was wearing a simple white dress, with a white cardigan, silky and soft, her mask gone and long black hair down below her waist.

She looked drop dead gorgeous, the boy noted as he spared her an apologetic smile, before taking another sip. Tachihara had no plans on dressing up at first, he explained, but Chuuya threatened to dress him instead, so he too, came in a suit. A black simple one that seemingly got thrown together at the last second and l9okd just like the one from the local store in the mall not too far from here, actually. One that he swore he saw on the way here .

The thought of Tachihara getting dressed by their executive made him mortified. He could bet he'd make the man regret his choices real quick, if he had not come in a proper outfit.

At the table ahead, sat Chuuya. Beside him, Kouyou.

The two were simply chatting amongst themselves, one drinking wine while the other drank sake.

And if Atsushi ever saw them on the street like this, he'd guess they were models, and not mafia members.

Kouyou was dressed in an elegant, long blue dress, with a slit up to her thigh, and beautiful, almost breathtaking, gloves that shined in the light, just like her dress. Her hair was put up in a bun, this time a pearl necklace decorating her neck and long boots, ones that matched the color of the dress to a T, that went to her knees. The only piece contrasting her color scheme being the red earrings, that seemed to sparkle each time the light hit them.