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Amamiya (Y/N) is the fearless and intimidating Student Council President of Mizo Middle School with a reputation of being a ruthless tyrant especially to rule-breakers. She had a deep hatred for delinquents and would ditch them...
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Y/N
CREAK...
I slightly opened my eyes when I felt a weight on the bed and an arm wrapping around my waist, followed by a gentle kiss on my shoulder. The room was still dark and quiet with only the soft breathing of the person behind me being heard.
"Is that you, Mikey?" I mumbled groggily, still half-asleep.
"M'yeah, it's me," Mikey whispered lowly, laying his head on my shoulder and pressing his body against my back.
I turned around to face his tired yet handsome features reflecting against the dim moonlight filtering the curtains. He was still dressed in his gang uniform minus the black coat and his blonde hair was a bit disheveled without the tie. "What time is it?"
He pecked my lips and smiled. "It's four in the morning."
That late? "Oh, how's your gang meeting?" I asked quietly.
Hearing my question, Mikey uttered a vexing sigh and told me what happened during their emergency meeting. I was shocked to hear about Mitsuya and Smiley being ambushed by their enemy while on their way to the Shrine and were now both critical in the hospital.
"I'm sorry about your friends, Mikey. I wished for their speedy recovery," I sincerely whispered to him, feeling a lump stuck in my throat. I did not know what else to tell him at the moment aside from giving him some comfort, my heart sympathizing with him and his friends.
He lightly shook his head. "No, it's alright, Y/N. Our gang planned to take revenge for our injured comrades in a fair match against our enemies without using any of their dirty tactics," he stated decisively. "It's because of your advice that I had come up with this resolution, Y/N. I won't let those bastards get away with it without pulling a fight."
Seeing the determination blazing in his dark eyes, I couldn't help but smile and be proud of his firm decision. I touched his cheek. "You know I'll always support you no matter what, Mikey."
He kissed my palm, his lips plastering a small smile. "Thank you, Y/N. You don't know how much it means to me. I promised after today's fight, I'll take you to the beach. You love to see the ocean, right?"
I responded with a hum. "I did. Just promise me you'll come back to me safe and sound, okay?"
"I promise, I will." He drew his face closer and kissed me. "I will always return to you, Y/N," he breathed against my lips and our kiss grew more passionate.
Mikey then positioned himself atop me and I instinctively latched my arms around his neck, pulling his body closer to me. His hand gently held my face while the other slid inside my shirt before gliding upward, only to stop an inch just below my breast.
