𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟
ғᴛ. ᴋᴀᴡᴀᴛᴀ sᴏᴜʏᴀ
⌈Tokyo Revengers⌋
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❘❘❘❘❘❘ ❛ Living with your cousin, your attention was caught by a cute cinnamon roll who has anger written on his face, and you just couldn't resist but ask him out the f...
Frankly, you couldn't give a damn. Whether it was real or just some romanticized bullshit people used to make sense of life, it didn't matter. You tossed the word around like loose change, using it to explain the kind of ridiculous coincidences that made you blink twice and laugh. Fate was a joke, an afterthought, never something you took seriously.
But right now?
Shit, you were this close(🤏) to believing in it. Hell, you'd drop to your knees and thank it personally if it meant securing this blessing. You'd send fate a damn bouquet and a handwritten love letter, because....
What do you know?
That cute, blue-haired guy you spotted in Shibuya Station? The one who had you doing a double take like some lovesick idiot? Yeah, he was here. Right here. Like some divine intervention had plucked him from your daydreams and dropped him into reality.
Your eyes locked onto him from across the crowd, and suddenly, that whole gangster uniform aesthetic had a certain charm. Normally, you wouldn't look twice at it. Sure, it worked for your cousin and the rest of those delinquents, but on him?
It had that perfect, contradictory vibe. Soft but deadly. A face that could be on a magazine cover, paired with an edge that whispered, Yeah, I could fuck you up if I wanted to.
Your pulse thrummed with excitement.
'Damn. I'll definitely ask for his number this time. No way in hell I'm walking away empty-handed.'
You were deep in your scheming, planning the perfect approach, weighing your best opening line, when your vision was suddenly invaded. The sharp, familiar features of your cousin filled your line of sight, his dark eyes narrowing at you with unmasked suspicion.
Baji was way too fucking close.
"The hell are you looking at?" His voice was laced with something between annoyance and exasperation, like he already knew he wouldn't like the answer. His gaze flicked past you, and judging by the way his lips curled in barely restrained irritation, he had a pretty damn good guess.
