"We're trying to scare the piss outta someone, and you're here sipping coffee like it's fucking tea time?"
"I can't deal with this, "
"Well played,y/n, well played,"
I do not own Tokyo Revengers/characters, it belongs to Ken Wakui. just the OC and...
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Ran's panicked voice shattered the tense silence. "We lost them," he muttered, his tone heavy with concern, his eyes scanning the empty hallway frantically.
Before anyone could respond, Sanzu's scream pierced the air. "MIKEYYY... MIK-"
But Rindou was quick to act, clamping a hand over Sanzu's mouth, his eyes wide with urgency. "Shh! Do you wanna get caught or what?" he hissed, struggling to keep Sanzu's outburst contained.
Koko shot them a silent warning glance. "We need to stay quiet and keep moving," he whispered urgently, casting a wary glance towards the hallway entrance.
Meanwhile, Kakucho pulled out his phone with practiced efficiency. With steady fingers, he dialed your number...
As you and Mikey stood there, facing the endless hallways of Kaito's stronghold, you couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration creeping in. "Got it," you both exclaimed as if trying to convince yourselves more than anything.
You went right, and Mikey went left, a decision made on a whim more than anything else. As you glanced back at each other, the absurdity of the situation hit you, and you couldn't help but exchange a deadpan look, silently communicating, "Well, this is our life now."
Just as you were about to continue, your phone rang, interrupting the moment. With a dramatic sigh, you answered, "Yo," trying to maintain your cool despite the chaos around you.
"Where are you both, y/n?" Kakucho's voice came through, urgent and concerned.
"In a building," you deadpanned, unable to resist the urge to be a little sarcastic. "Idk, shit. Every hallway is the same!........... By the way, we are on the 7th floor."
"Stay in touch," Kakucho instructed before hanging up, leaving you to shake your head in disbelief.
"I'm asocial..." you muttered to yourself, a touch of self-awareness creeping in. But Mikey broke the tension with a grin."Let's go that way," he said, pointing down the hallway to your right.
You couldn't help but chuckle, nodding in agreement as you followed his lead
As you and Mikey trudged down the dimly lit hallway, Suddenly, the grating sound of a cringy voice pierced through the silence.
"Baby, are we really going there?" The voice grated on your nerves.
"Of course, after all, that's my dad's hotel," came the reply, confirming your suspicions about the speaker's identity.
