Tokyo Revengers 𝕎𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖

ᴜɴꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ

Takemichi blew into a tissue, still sniffling from the emotional rollercoaster of the movie he and Chifuyu had just watched. Chifuyu patted his friend’s shoulder in a comforting gesture when suddenly, the doorbell rang.

“Huh? Are you expecting someone?” Chifuyu asked, glancing up from the couch.

Takemichi wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, feeling a bit dazed. “Not that I know of.” He pushed himself up and walked to the door. Peering through the peephole, he caught a glimpse of someone wearing a cap adorned with a pizza logo.

“Did you order pizza?” he called back to Chifuyu, who was still seated on the couch, brows furrowed in confusion. Chifuyu shook his head, a puzzled expression on his face. Takemichi opened the door, and the mouthwatering aroma of fresh pizza wafted into the apartment.

The delivery guy stood there, sporting a warm smile despite his sharp features. He looked only a little older than Takemichi himself.

“Pizza delivery!” the guy announced cheerfully.

“Oh, sorry. You must’ve got the wrong address,” Takemichi replied, feeling a twinge of pity for the young man still working so late into the night.

The guy sighed awkwardly, a hint of nervousness flickering in his eyes. Takemichi couldn't see his face well under the cap, but he could sense the embarrassment radiating from him.

“Sorry for bothering you. Have a good night!” the delivery guy said.

“You too!” Takemichi smiled as he closed the door, returning to Chifuyu, who was still munching on the last remnants of chips.

Takemichi yawned and shuffled to his bedroom. “Oi! Don’t you want to clean this space up first?” Chifuyu yelled after him.

The couch and carpet were littered with chip crumbs, empty bottles, and snack wrappers. “It’s fine!” Takemichi shouted back, quickening his pace to escape the messy scene. Cleaning wasn’t exactly his strong suit, and he was all too aware of Chifuyu’s growing frustration. He could almost hear Chifuyu groaning and grumbling insults under his breath as he began to collect the trash.

Takemichi changed his shirt, feeling the cool fabric against his skin, and then flopped onto his cold pillow. The moment his head hit the surface, his body relaxed, and he slowly drifted into a peaceful sleep.

But that peace was short-lived. He woke up with a gasp as something kicked into his back. Propping himself up on his elbow, he groaned. “Move over, asshole!” Chifuyu yelled from beside him, his breath a mix of sleep and the super spicy mint toothpaste he always favored.

Confused and still half-asleep, Takemichi rubbed his eyes and sat up, whining about being yanked from his dreams. Chifuyu had crawled into bed beside him.

“Why aren’t you sleeping on the couch?” Takemichi mumbled, his words slurred with fatigue.

“Because it’s full of chip crumbs. I’m not sleeping on that,” Chifuyu replied, annoyance tinging his voice.

Takemichi huffed and laid back down, sinking into his pillow.

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Takemichi woke to a sharp chill, the cold air hitting his skin like a reminder he wasn’t alone in bed. He blinked his eyes open, groggy, as a shiver crawled up his spine. Beside him, Chifuyu lay curled up, buried deep within the blanket, leaving Takemichi exposed. He groaned softly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 8:00 a.m. He couldn’t remember why he woke up this early.

Rising from the bed carefully to avoid waking Chifuyu, Takemichi padded over to the living room, where his phone rested on the coffee table. He picked it up, and as soon as the screen lit up, his heart dropped—five missed calls from Mikey.