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If you would have told anyone in Toman that Mitsuya would be the first guy to actually get a date with a girl they would be pissing in their pants laughing at you. Except Takemichi.
"You've got to be shitting me, right?" Draken snickered, slapping Mitsuya's shoulder as he sewed the final touches into his jacket for the infamous date. The grey haired boy was surrounded by Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu and Takamichi as Mikey tinkered with his bike.
"I'm serious," Mitsuya said with a smirk, looking up at his taller friend. "She even asked me out."
"Bullshit," Chifuyu snorted.
"Why's it so hard to believe?" Takemichi asked, leaning over Mikey as he tinkered with his bike. "Mitsuya seems like he'd be better with girls then any of us."
"Except Mitsuya hasn't had a girlfriend, or even hooked up with a girl," Draken chuckled, leaning over his friend in question with a teasing smirk.
"Neither have you," Mitsuya shot back with an equally teasing smirk of his own.
"That's by choice for me," Draken shrugged, standing up fully.
"Plus, Draken's got Mikey," Chifuyu teased. "I don't think he'd have enough time for a girlfriend."
The other's couldn't help but laugh, except for Mikey, who pouted from his spot beside the bike. "Kenny doesn't need a girlfriend, he's got Emma," he pouted, wacking Takemichi with his wrench.
"Hey! What'd I do!" Takemichi yelped, hopping around comically and holding his calf.
The boys continued to laugh at their friend's antics before Mitsuya felt his phone buzz. He pulled it out and flipped it open, only to see a message from none other than the girl in question.
"Is that her?" Chifuyu asked, hovering behind to older boy, trying to peak at his phone.
"You're almost as bad as my little sisters," Mitsuya scoffed, pushing Chifuyu away with a teasing scowl.
"Tell her to come here," Draken smirked. "So we can see this girl for ourselves."
Mitsuya scoffed at his friend but smiled softly. It'd be nice for him to show you off, give him an excuse to gloat in front of his friends. "Alright, I will," he said to himself before sending you the location.
"Let's pretend you do actually have a date," Chifuyu said, leaning on the bike. Mikey sent him a scowl, making Chifuyu quickly back off with a flushed face. "How'd you meet her?"
"Sewing club," he stated simply, going back to his jacket. "She needed an outfit for a date or something and asked for some pointers. Then she asked me on the date."
"Wow, bold girl," Takemichi mumbled slightly. "Reminds me of Hina." He stared into the distance with a far off grin. Chifuyu quickly smacked him upside the head with a bored expression.
"Speak of the devil," Mitsuya mumbled, smirking at something in the distance. The boys followed his gaze to see a girl running up to the small group. She wore a bright grin and a dazzling outfit, assumingly the one Mitsuya was previously talking about.
"You've got to be shitting me," Draken repeated, shaking his head with his arms crossed over his chest. You were fucking stunning.
"Hey," Mitsuya said, standing as you approached the ground.
"Hey Taka," you said with a wide grin. Your eyes fell to his jacket. "Woah- did you do the embroidery?" you asked with wide eyes, gently picking up the fabric.
"Just finished it," Mitsuya responded with a small smile.
"Amazing work, as always," you said with a small grin of your own. You looked over his shoulder at the gaping gang members. "Oh, hello!"
"You've got to be shitting me!" Chifuyu exclaimed, making you chuckle awkwardly.
"Sorry about them," Mitsuya said, sending his friends a small smirk. "My friends are just surprised."
"Oh," you said, smiling once more. "Hi Taka's friends!"
They all waved awkwardly at you, still in disbelief.
"So, ready to go?" you asked, turning your attention to Mitsuya.
"Yeah, you good with a motorcycle?" Mitsuya asked, pointing over his shoulder at his bike. Mikey stood from his place on the ground and wiped the sweat from his head.
"Mhm!" You wandered to the motorcycle, waiting patiently for Mitsuya.
"Told ya," he mumbled to his friends with a smirk before wandering to the bike with you.
"You've got to be shitting me!" Chifuyu yelled once more as the couple drove away.