That night, Mitsuya drove me back home. After closing the door behind me and kicking my shoes off, I grab my phone and give my mom a phone call. She's away on a work trip and I promised I'd call her as soon as I get home.
It rings for a few seconds before she picks up.
"Hi sweetie."
"Hi mom."
"So how was the dance?"
I exhale, a smile tugging at my lips. I still can't believe Mikey did this for me.
"It was great."
"Did Rindou walk you home?"
My smile quickly fades.
"Actually... I didn't go to the dance with Rindou."
"What? Why not? Did something happen?"
"I heard him say something to his friends. About me. And," I pause, sighing. "I decided I didn't want to see him anymore."
"Wait, you didn't talk to him about it first?"
"...No."
A moment of silence passes before I hear my mom sigh, "Oh, sweetie... Don't you think you should have at least given him a chance to explain himself first?"
"You're saying I made a mistake?"
"I'm saying you rarely regret giving someone the chance to explain themselves."
Her words hit a chord, just like they always do.
In that moment, I realize that maybe I acted too impulsively, driven by hurt and anger, and that maybe my mother is right: I should have given Rindou a chance to explain himself.
Before I can think it through, I slip my shoes back on and make my way to the nearest subway station. Twenty minutes later, I'm standing before the Haitani's apartment, uncertainty swirling within me. I don't even know if Rindou is home or if he'll want to speak to me if he is, but I gather my courage and press the doorbell.
Rindou opens the door a moment later. He has clearly just gotten out of a shower, and I try not to look down as he's only wearing a pair of sweatpants.
He's busy drying his hair with a towel, but when his gaze meets mine, his movements pause.
"Y/N? What are you-" he begins, but I cut him off, determined. "You have two minutes," I declare. "Two minutes to explain why you told your friends we had sex and why you accepted Izana's money."
I set a timer on my phone, its ticking serving as a reminder of the limited time he has, and Rindou's eyes widen.
"Can I at least put on a T-shirt first?" He stammers.
In response, I start counting aloud, my voice steady, "One minute and fifty-eight seconds. One minute and fifty-seven seconds-"
"Alright, alright," he relents, dropping the towel and stepping aside.
I enter the apartment, and he closes the door behind us.
He takes a deep breath before starting, "I told them we had sex so they'd stop going after you. I just couldn't stand the way they were talking about you. Especially Hanma. He was always describing in vivid details what he wanted to do to you and I just-" he exhales, flexing his jaw. "I couldn't stand it... So yeah, I lied and told them we had sex because I knew they'd stop going after you. And it worked. They haven't made a single comment about you since."
I continue to eye him cautiously, but a flicker of understanding seeps into my heart.
There's still another question he needs to answer, though.
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Sex Bucket List • Tokyo revengers
Fanfiction"Will you help me achieve my sex bucket list?" Reader x tokyo revengers boys Warning: there will be smut (The characters do not belong to me, this won't follow the plot of the manga or the anime I found the picture of the cover on Pinterest) Started...