Ballerina by day🩰
Delinquent by night🌙
She is proof that strong girls do exist.
Fighting became one of her hobbies.
She hated the corny ass nickname,
but she was known as
"❦𝗧𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀❦".
What sounded so sweet and innocent tu...
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March 5th, 2006
As you walked through the streets of Shibuya, you realized that Its been approximately 8 months since you've joined Toman, and 3 in a half months as a crucial member of Mucho's secret division,
Despite all the danger and chaos, things were going smoothly for the most part.
Sanzu had no choice but to accept you as a member of his division; that doesn't mean that his vigilant attitude had changed at all; he was still keeping his eye on you.
Even though he was so strict with you; you always were cunning with him; he disliked your teasing attitude more than anything.
As well as the rumors of you and Mikey being together never went away; it seemed to still be the hot topic at the moment; you didn't mind the attention—you didn't feed in to any of it.
As thoughts pass from these past few months, you moved gracefully through the crowded streets of Shibuya.
Your shoes clicking against the pavement as you walked, you were own your way to Therapy, and you sure all hell were taking your sweet time walking—not looking forward to attend this therapy session.
'Maybe I should ditch and hit up the arcade instead....but wait! that bitch will call Kenji and rat me out again...man i hate this shit! therapy doesnt even make me feel better.. matter of fact.. it makes me feel worse.'
The wind was hella strong today, you then let out a deep breath, feeling the cold air fill your lungs. walking past mutiple pedestrians, you saw them carrying bags of groceries, friends huddled in small groups, laughing and talking.
Walking past a group of loud teen girls around your age you couldnt help but feel slightly irritated, as they were right in your way in the middle of the sidewalk.
"Excuse me." You called out, while clutching your tote bag. They didnt move, just kept conversing.
an irk mark appeared on your head as they werent listening, you infact hated being ignored. Your patience was wearing thin, and her irritation turned to anger.
"Oi! I said move the fuck outta my way!" you yelled, raising your voice and getting the teens' attention. The girls stopped their conversation and turned shocked at your aggressive tone.
Walking past them with a look of satisfaction, feeling like you had asserted yourself.
"Have a nice day." you gave them a sidelong glance, popping a lollipop into your mouth.
