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WELL, ARE YOU MINE? - T. MUICHIRO

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— "WELL, ARE YOU MINE?" (ARCTIC MONKEYS)
— T.MUICHIRO X READER
— CONTAINS: ENEMIES/LOVERS, FIGHTING
— DEMON SLAYER
— NON-CANONIC MATERIAL!
— REQUESTED BY muilicious

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Tokito Industries: one of the most influential and important companies in all of Tokyo.

Everyone knew the name. Being the highest-earning medical care brand and having their name on just about any household medical product or prescription, it was hard not to know about the family.

Yet here the youngest son was, letting out a painstakingly long yawn as secretively as he could before resuming his typical nodding and pretend-listening.

Going to his father's company dinner had to have been the worst decision he'd ever made. He glimpsed back at Yuichiro, his eldest brother and heir to the company, a few times and envied his ability to stay engaged in the dumpster fire of a night that this was. Mentally pouting, Muichiro took a swig of the fruit compote in his glass and wordlessly mourned the newfound emptiness of it.

"Your youngest seems like quite the charmer. I don't suppose you have anything arranged regarding marriage, correct?" The guy his father was talking to--Muichiro had already forgotten the name--questioned.

His father, standing beside him, let out an elaborate laugh before dismissively waving his hand. "I'm not too worried about this little one for now," he placed a gentle hand on his son's back. "Right now, I'm trying to find one for Yuichiro. The little punk does not want to settle."

Awkward. Muichiro averted his eyes. He had his own plans. "Father, could I please step outside for a moment? I think I'm falling a bit... under the weather."

With nothing but a nod and a quick approval from his father, Muichiro tried his best to not nearly run away from the situation at hand. Greeting people and keeping up formalities as he walked past other people that he barely knew seemed to be more of a chore than he thought, some even beckoning him to join them before he politely refused and lied about his current health condition. He inwardly groaned at the pouts and pitiful voices as he made his way up the staircase and to the rooftop.

"Fucking hell." He whispered, shutting the door to the staircase behind him and resting his back against it like he'd just outran light itself. The night was cold and the streets below him were buzzing with cars and faint music from the department stores in other buildings. Loosening his tie and debating the act of tossing it off the roof, he shook his head and just let the damn thing remain loosely around his collar.

Muichiro walked over to the ledge of the rooftop and leaned against it, letting out a loud sigh and resting his head against the backs of his hands. How he longed to be anywhere but here at that very moment.

"Marriage plans..." He scoffed. "I just haven't met the right person yet..."

"That's a first-world problem if I've ever seen one."

Turquoise eyes widened at the voice, twinkling in excitement before he turned to face the female who'd chosen to accompany him. A smirk tugged at his lips at the sight of her h/c tresses and those piercing e/c eyes.