"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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As the private jet cruised through the night sky, Mikey's frantic search for his beloved dorayaki sent chaos through the cabin.
Mikey's face twisted in a mixture of panic and annoyance, tore through the cabin like a hurricane on a mission. Every drawer, every compartment, and even under the damn seats – nothing was spared from his relentless pursuit of the elusive snack.
"Where the hell is it?!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls of the jet.
The other members of Bonten lounged in their seats, unfazed by Mikey's meltdown. Rindou casually sipping on a drink as if he didn't have a care in the world.
koko lounged nearby, engrossed in a conversation with Kakucho about the latest gossip from the underworld, completely oblivious to Mikey's distress.
Iris leaned back with a grin, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle unfolding before her. "Hey Mikey, maybe it grew legs and walked away," she quipped, earning a round of chuckles from the others.
Mikey shot her a glare that could melt steel. "This isn't funny, Iris!" he snapped, his frustration boiling over.
"I want every inch of this jet searched!" he ordered, his voice bordering on hysteria.
Feeling the gravity of Mikey's words, Iris's smirk faded slightly, replaced by a hint of apprehension.
"Aight boss," she replied reluctantly before joining the frantic search, knowing full well the consequences of failing to find Mikey's precious dorayaki.
Meanwhile, you couldn't help but sigh as you stared at the drawer where you had absentmindedly stashed Mikey's dorayaki earlier, realizing the trouble you inadvertently caused.
