MITSUYA TAKASHI had always said he didn’t have a favorite color.
When his classmates argued about which shade was the prettiest–some said sky blue, others cherry red, and a few, emerald green–he barely listened. Someone even mentioned a hex code he couldn’t be bothered to remember. With a pencil between his fingers, he was sketching something no one else could see. “Colors don’t mean anything unless you give them purpose.” he used to believe.
But that was before you.
You showed up at the sewing club one afternoon wearing a lilac cardigan, the kind of soft purple shade that looked like it could melt into spring air. Mitsuya looked up from his work, halfway through hemming Smiley's jacket, and forgot what he was doing for an embarrassing second.
“Hey, 'kashi,” you greeted with that smile that always made his chest feel too small. Not to mention the nickname only you got to use. “Could you help me fix this? The button fell off.”
He nodded, took the cardigan, and set to work with quiet focus. You leaned on the table beside him, watching his hands move–steady, precise, looking angelic as ever. He had to admit it was a little pressuring, especially when someone good-looking was watching—definitely different from those times the principal came by for the yearly observation.
When he finished, he handed it back shyly, without looking at you as he packed up. “There. Good as new.”
You slipped it on again, smoothing the fabric. “You’re a lifesaver. I owe you one.”
He smiled, whispering a soft, ‘you’re welcome. But when you left, the faint scent of lavender lingered.
That night, he sat at his desk under the warm lamplight, flipping through his collection of fabric. Blues, greens, reds–all of them dull and lifeless. Then he found it: a scrap of pastel lilac he’d bought months ago and never thought of using.
It was soft to the touch. Comforting. Familiar. You.
The next day, when Draken asked in passing what color he wanted for a keychain (probably another one of Mikey and Takemichi’s stunts), this time Mitsuya didn’t even hesitate.
He smiled as if remembering a fond memory.
“Lilac.” he answered, as if it had always been his favorite.
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tokyo revengers ⇢ YOU’RE TOO DRUNK TO RECOGNIZE YOUR BOYFRIEND
ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani, ran haitani & shuji hanma
warnings: alcohol and a very hammered reader. the boys are more responsible than you <3
this is one of the rare occurrences wherein MIKEY actually shares his food. when you’ve finally given up on fighting him for the last bottle of alcohol, you start whining about your sudden hunger so he slides his plate of nachos over to you. he watches you eye it for a second before you drag your gaze up to him. “i have a boyfriend you know?” you tell him, your attempt to be menacing coming out pathetically as the attitude dripping from your tone is dampened by your slurred speech. mikey doesn’t need the club to be well lit. the strobe lights already illuminate your face enough for him to get a clear view of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. “i know,” he confirms with a tinge of exasperation, “because it’s me. mikey. your boyfriend.” he emphasizes his last words, his last effort to knock some sense into you but you only let out a cackle which catches him off guard. “nice try but mikey never shares his food.”
“that’s enough.” DRAKEN snatches the last of your many drinks for the night before you can gulp it down. being the perceptive boyfriend he is, he can already hear the complaint that’s about to slip from your tongue so he’s quick to pull you by the wrist, up from your seat and out the door. “where are you taking me?” you ask as clearly as your drunken state can let you—not so much but enough for your boyfriend to understand. “home.” at his curt reply, you yank your hand from his grip with a strength that startles even toman’s former vice president. “what the hell are you doing?” draken hisses lest you make a scene in public. “i’m calling my boyfriend,” you warn him, “bet he can kick your ass.” “yeah? i’d like to see him try.” he dismisses your empty threat, reaching for you once more to guide you to the exit but upon hearing a few whispers from prying strangers who are clearly getting the wrong idea, he stops in his tracks and turns to no one in particular, no longer caring about whatever commotion he may cause as his voice booms over the loud music: “i’m the boyfriend!”
“let me go!” you relentlessly thrash around, yelling out threats of calling your boyfriend, while BAJI—the boyfriend in question—pulls you into an empty alleyway to avoid any possible public humiliation for the both of you. “fuck,” he huffs out a breath, “when did you get this strong?” some time in the night, he’s tuned you out telling him off, on a sole mission to stop you from drinking more than you already have. and he’s relieved he managed to get you out of the bar—that is until he hears a weird noise coming from you. “wh-” baji doesn’t get the chance to utter a single word as you begin to throw up. in a panic, he hastily puts your hair up with his spare tie before rubbing soothing circles on your back. your hair looks real messy, he notes, but that’s the least of his worries. “you feeling better?” he checks on you after a while, only to be met by more retching, making him grumble to himself, “and i get an earful when i drink too much.”
MITSUYA is helping you get on your feet—sweet boyfriend he is—but as soon as you find your footing, you give him a hefty shove. “i have a boyfriend, jackass!” you seethe, too drunk to recognize him, and all he can do is sigh as he regains his balance. “yes. me.” something clicks in your brain at his response and you squint your eyes to get a better look at him. “takashi?” “hi, love.” and just like that, you perk up, your mouth stretching into a wide grin. “taka,” you squeal, excitement coursing through your veins when you recognize your boyfriend, “hiiiii~” he laughs at the shift in your tone and takes the opportunity to slide an arm around your waist once more. “let’s get you home okay?” “mhm.” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you with ease. mitsuya assumes you’re fast asleep until a few minutes later, you mumble something against his skin, “someone tried to flirt with me but i said no.” a chuckle bubbles past his lips as he adjusts his hold on you. “really?” “mhm,” you nod into his neck as you snuggle closer, “i only love you.” “i love you more.” “love you most,” you reply before soft snores fall from your lips and your breathing evens out.
you’re rambling about RINDOU to rindou himself, going on and on about the reasons that made you fall in love with him. and while you’re occasionally interrupted by your hiccups, he patiently listens to your every word then he hears a “but.” the ways you describe him next are less flattering, less romantic—how he tries so hard to act indifferent to your cooing as if the tips of his ears don’t instantly turn red. or how he has a permanent scowl etched on his face. and other things you already tell him even when you’re sober. “he’s really lucky he doesn’t have any wrinkles yet,” you add with a giggle. “you’re really annoying when you’re drunk, you know that?” rindou deadpans. despite the lack of lighting in the club, he doesn’t miss the shock washing over you, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “what?” your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip starts to wobble, making rindou release another groan. “for fuck’s sake.”
in spite of your insistence to stay at the club, RAN easily managed to drag you to his car. this isn’t his first rodeo. as an older brother, he has had to deal with rindou when he was blackout drunk. “where are we going?” you mumble as you begin to stir in the passenger seat. “home.” “i wanna see ran.” your boyfriend throws you a quick glance—your eyes remain closed and the rest of your words are incomprehensible—before he focuses back on the road. amused by your drunken state, he plays along. “alright, we’re going to ran.” the stretch of silence that follows is cut short when you speak again, “i’m thirsty.” so ran makes a quick stop at a convenience store, coming back shortly with a bottle in hand. he unscrews the cap before he gives you the drink, “careful.” you take a big gulp, instantly grimacing at the taste and it elicits a snort from your boyfriend. “what is this?” “water.”
“want more,” you slur. across from you, HANMA watches as you clumsily reach for the empty shot glasses on the table, flipping them upside down as if more alcohol will magically appear. he’s not going to lie—he finds it funny. entertaining, even. and if the circumstances were any different, he would’ve even encouraged this behavior. but he’s your boyfriend now and if there’s one thing he truly cares about, it’s you. drunk out of your wits, you don’t notice when hanma slides out of the booth until he’s soon presenting two more glasses to you. even though the contents are the same, he asks you to choose, “which one?” “hmm… that.” before you can get your hands on your drink, hanma intercepts and downs it in one go. you’re about to protest when he throws you over his shoulder and chugs the other drink out of your sight before heading for the exit. “let’s go.”
flowers are expensive (wbk). like- a dozen of flowers costs around 50$ (according to the internet), and for a boyfriend who just LOVES to spoil u with gifts but doesn't have Elon Musk's wallet, that's a little bit out of his price range.
so what does he do? he makes them. he goes out and buys a giant back of white paper (which is still cheaper than a dozen flowers), sits down, cuts the paper into smaller pieces and colors each of them in it own unique color before shaping them into flowers and wrapping them up in a paper where he wrote a short, but heartwarming letter to you.
"I couldn't buy you flowers, so I just made them for you.." he mumbled out sheepishly, hoping you'd like them.
like them? you're on your KNEES for them. the fact he took time out of his day to HAND MAKE paper flowers for you meant so much more than a dozen of roses that'll die in a few weeks or so.
ever since he saw just how much you liked his hand made gifts, that's all he gives to you in the future, and each and every time he comes up with more and more unique designs, all so he could see that beautiful smile of yours. ♡︎
Thinking about how once you and Mitsuya start dating he has to find ways to fit you into his busy schedule. Between Toman and the sewing club, and looking after Mana and Luna, he barely has time to breathe as it is, but wants to make it work - has to make it work, because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
And so, he liberally uses the only free time slot he has.
He’d wait until his sisters and mother were asleep and sneak out, pushing his Impulse a little ways down the street to not wake them up again and then drives over to your place. He has a key, so he quietly lets himself into your tiny apartment that feels more like home to him than any place ever did.
He smiles when he sees you laying on top of your blanket, obviously having tried to wait up for him again. Gently kissing you awake just enough so you can both slip under the covers, his mind is finally at peace, because here is where he feels warm and loved. He wraps his arms around you, pulling your plush body as close as possible and as he’s breathing you in, he drifts into a blissfully deep sleep.
You’d both groan when his alarm chimes. It’s still dark outside but he has to get back before they realize he is gone.
As he rides down the streets, grateful for the cool morning air waking him up a bit more, he is counting down the hours until he can be with you again.
synopsis: mitsuya couldn’t understand why you kept asking him about draken.
pairings: mitsuya x f!reader
warnings: none!
wc: 2.4k
note/s: shortest slowburn i’ve ever written tbh, it’s not as angsty as i wanted it to be but i do think this is cute, lmk what you think! also this is the first piece i've written fully on my ipad (i usually write on my laptop) so this was a bit challenging to physically type
“i’m sorry, could you repeat that?” mitsuya asks, trying to make sense of the situation, you sighed before looking at him with a shy expression on your face.
“do you know what kind of chocolate draken likes?” ah. that’s what you said. cool. cool. mitsuya pretends that his heart didn’t drop to his stomach.
why are you, out of all people, asking about draken? mitsuya isn’t sure he wants to know the answer.
“hello? earth to taka? you still there?” you giggled, waving a hand in front of his face, mitsuya seems to snap out of his trance as he blinks with his pursed lips.
“yeah. he prefers the darker kind of chocolate.” mitsuya answers, trying to gauge how you would react, but your expression was hard to read. “i see.”
“alright, thank you, takashi!” with that, you turned on your heel and left, leaving mitsuya to wonder what that was all about.
—
if you were to ask mitsuya when he started liking you, he’d have no definite answer, seeing as for him, liking you was just something he realized along the way and he couldn’t go back, he’s fallen way too far to get back up.
but if you were to ask mitsuya if he thinks you felt the same for him, he would say yes. or that was how he would’ve answered in the past because right now, he was in a state of confusion as to why you kept asking about draken.
“what kind of shapes do you think he’d like for his chocolate?” “i don’t think he’d care.”
“would he prefer red wrapping paper or…” “i don’t think he’d even look at it much.”
“do you think he’d at least appreciate the gift?” “dunno.”
you frowned, not liking how clipped mitsuya’s answers were becoming.
“are you okay, taka?” “peachy.” mitsuya mutters, fighting the urge to roll them back in annoyance.
mitsuya is very much aware that he wasn’t acting like himself. but he couldn’t bring himself to correct his behavior because for the past two hours that you hung out with him, all you talked about was draken.
the purplenette never thought he’d say this but he’s so close to developing some form of resentment towards his sworn brother.
“you don’t sound okay, taka, you know you can talk to me, right?” mitsuya nods, going back to his sketch at work.
“oh, is that a new design?” mitsuya nods once more, not taking his eyes off the lines he was etching onto the paper.
“what’s the inspiration behind it?” mitsuya freezes in his actions. the dress’ motif was inspired by you. by the things you liked. hell, he even had a cardigan that was designed to suit your tastes in the works, but he isn’t even sure if he wanted to finish it, what good would his gift do when all you ever asked about was draken, draken, draken.
“it’s… for someone really special to me.” mitsuya answers, as vaguely as he can muster and he thinks that he’s imagining it, but from the corner of his eye, he can see the way your face dropped, but again, he wasn’t so sure.
“whoever you like must be really lucky, huh?” yeah. you’re so lucky, idiot. mitsuya badly wants to answer, but he opts for a smile on his face, a smile that he doesn’t realize belonged to someone who was in love. a smile that was for you, but you didn’t know. mitsuya thinks that he’d rather never let you know.
“i don’t think she likes me, honestly.” mitsuya decides to play rhetorically, knowing that you were too dense to catch up on his insinuations, knowing that you thought of him platonically.
you let out an offended gasp, “how could she not like you?!”
“you’re like, perfect, that’s her loss. are you sure she doesn’t like you?” “i don’t know? do you like me?” mitsuya hoped he wasn’t being too obvious.
“of course i do—“ mitsuya’s heart stuttered in his chest. “you’re a really great person, you’re such a loyal friend and anyone would be so lucky to have you!” right. dense. mitsuya wanted to slap a palm on his forehead but decided against it, he knew that you wouldn’t catch up on his words.
he didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed.
valentine’s was rolling around the corner, the restos and cafes that they used to walk by made it pretty obvious that valentine’s day was fast approaching, as if the couple promos and red heart decorations scattered across the block couldn’t be any more obnoxious about it.
mitsuya feels his chest get heavier day by day as he feels valentine’s approach, he knew that he was mentally counting the days when you would confess your love to draken and he was slowly starting to detach himself to you, but you wouldn’t let him.
“do you have any plans this valentine’s, taka?” you asked as you played with the straw in your drink. mitsuya looks down on his coffee, wondeirng whether he should shrug the question off or answer truthfully. he decides on the latter.
“have the girl of my dreams confess to her crush, so i’m dreading the day it comes, honestly.” mitsuya says and a hurt expression passes on your face, it went away right before he could see it.
“do you really have no chance with her?” you ask cautiously, not wanting to seem too nosy. mitsuya shakes his head.
“she likes someone else, and she’s made that obvious for the past few weeks. so really, what else am i supposed to do?” you purse your lips, not knowing what else to tell him.
“she must be really dumb if she can’t realize how lucky she is.” you pout, feeling your heart break a little bit and mitsuya wants to bash his head against the wall because of how oblivious you seemed to be.
“seems so.” mitsuya clipped back.
the two of sat in silence, not knowing what to say but there was a building tension that you could almost cut with a knife. you hated it, you wanted it to disappear, with that, you tried to disperse the awkward tension.
“ne… mitsuya.” you call for his attention. “hm?”
“do you think you can tell draken to come at the pier on valentine’s?” his heart just shattered. his grip on the glass of iced coffee just tightened up and he hopes you didn’t notice.
“sure.” “thank you, taka!” then it was silent again before mitsuya breaks it himself.
“i have to go, (l/n)-san.” mitsuya stands up, excusing himself. “it’s time for me to go pick up luna and mana.“ “i can come with-“ “no.” you blinked, a bit shocked at his response, mitsuya notices the out of character reaction as he quickly composes himself.
“we have to go somewhere after, family errands.” he lies, hoping you buy it. you nod with a conflicted expression, he nods back in goodbye before he walks away, leaving you to wonder what was wrong.
the day of valentine’s came and mitsuya couldn’t help but lock himself in his room. he wanted the day to end faster, he even went as far as muting his phone, not wanting to see potential texts from you or draken saying that you were now official.
a knock interrupts his thoughts, “i’m not in the mood, mana.” he called out.
“it’s not mana.” he hears your voice call, mitsuya bites back a groan, not wanting to see you today. “open up.” you say, knocking— banging on his door. mitsuya groans once more, getting up and opening the door.
to say his breath was blown away would be a massive understatement. you were dressed up, make-up suiting your face perfectly, the clothes you wore complimented your figure and he almost wanted to dock draken’s face in for taking what’s his- no. mitsuya thinks to himself, i should be happy for them.
“you look nice.” mitsuya comments, and he might be delusional, but he could’ve sworn that you appeared flustered before his eyes.
“t-thanks” you coughed, before shaking your head and smiling. “come on, let’s go!”
mitsuya was now confused. “huh? where?”
“the confession for draken, let’s go! go get dressed.” any semblance of happiness mitsuya sported now left his body as he frowns.
you take notice, but not for the right reasons. “i know having your friend be confessed to isn’t the ideal valentine’s for you, but i’ll make it up to you, hurry up, let’s go! i didn’t waste time just to not see it happen so let’s go!” although mitsuya was a bit heartbroken and confused, he dressed up and just under a few minutes, you were pulling him out of his house, ignoring the way luna and mana were making kissy faces at the two of you.
“there!” you gushed, pointing at the pier where the confession would happen.
mitsuya was expecting you to let go of his arm and ready yourself for your confession.
‘this is for the better.’ he thinks. ‘if i can see it happen, then that’s closure for me’
he was surprised when you let out a quiet squeal, slapping his arm repeatedly as you beamed at the scene in front of you.
mitsuya turns to the scene, only now seeing the closest thing he can call as a brother stand in front of the pier, as if he were waiting for someone.
the purplenette turns back to you, a confused expression on his face. ‘aren’t you going to go to him?’ he badly wants to ask, but he doesn’t want to see you walk away from him.
“go girl.” you whisper under your breath. before mitsuya could question you, he sees a blonde emerging from the corner.
“ken-chan.” the all too familiar voice of his leader’s younger sister was loud amidst the silence of the pier.
sano emma. she was right in front of draken, not you.
“ah, emma. you called?” mitsuya watches with a bated breath, he could clearly see that emma was holding a box of chocolates behind her back.
“uh… i, uh…” “hm?” “please be my valentine, ken-chan!” emma closes her eyes, bowing her head as she pushes the box with her arms.
mitsuya feels you stiffen beside him as you hold your breath. watching in anticipation. mitsuya was startled when you clung to his arm, eyes still in front of the scene. you let out a squeal when you see draken smile and place a hand on emma’s head, ruffling her hair slightly as he takes the box in her hand.
“success!” you whispered excitedly before you looked at him with sparkles in your eyes.
wait. huh? you looked at him, confused. shit. he said that out loud.
“i thought you…” mitsuya’s words caught on his tongue, but you seemed to pick up on what he wanted to say as your eyes widened, your head shaking in denial. “liked draken? oh my god, no.” you denied.
“i was only helping out emma, but she told me i couldn’t tell anyone about her crush.” “that was supposed to be a secret?” “not the point, takashi!” you fought off a giggle. “that’s why i asked you, because i know you know him and you wouldn't get suspicious, if i asked mikey then the whole world would know in the next five minutes.” you ranted
mitsuya finds you cute.
“i really thought you liked draken…” mitsuya admits. you huffed, “girl code, taka, and no. i like someone else.”
mitsuya could not catch a break.
“who?” he couldn’t help but ask, not even bothering to be discreet. you gave him a shy smile, “his best friend.”
“mikey?!” “god, no!” you exasperated, “why are you so dense?”
mitsuya.exe has stopped responding.
“i’m dense? do you even hear yourself?” mitsuya retorts. “you’ve been killing me the entire time you asked about draken, you made me think that you’ve fallen completely for him. you should be an actor.”
you were curious to see where this conversation was going, you ignored the way your heart was beginning to thump loudly against your chest.
“and what if i did fall for him? why does it matter?” you lure him into a trap. wanting to hear a specific answer
luckily for you, mitsuya wasn’t as dense as you.
“because. you’re mine.” a smile threatened to escape your lips at the possesiveness he showed, his arm went around your waist pulling you close.
“right?” mitsuya asks for assurance. you bit your lower lip slightly and whispered. “you didn’t ask me yet.”
mitsuya almost laughs, but he opts to put his forehead on yours, breaths almost intermingling with each other. “be my valentine.”
you giggle, looping your arms around his neck. “that doesn’t sound like a question.”
“it wasn’t.” mitsuya affirms, you smile, letting your lips fall on his cheek and you feel him pull your figure closer to him, longing for the warmth of your body against his.
“you’re my valentine for years to come, alright? so don’t ask me about any other men.” mitsuya warns.
“okay, taka.” you relented, closing your eyes with a smile, enjoying his scent close to yours.
“oi, go do that at your house! have some decency.” the both of you pulled away, facing draken and emma who wore teasing smiles at the two of you.
“you should hide better next time, (y/n)-chan.” emma tuts playfully, you huffed, before you walk towards them, only getting stopped by mitsuya intertwining your hands together as the two of you walked.
“i know i asked you to help me with my valentine, but i didn’t know that you’d get one yourself,” emma teases.
“mission success with a bonus.” you winked and the two men couldn’t help but look at the two of you with endeared expressions.
“anyway, we have to go.” you announce, pulling mitsuya away.
“we do?” mitsuya asks as he follows your lead. “we do.” you smile at him, stopping him in his tracks to place another kiss in his cheek.
“you don’t expect me to be your valentine without giving you chocolate, do you?”
perfect timing, mitsuya wanted to see if the cardigan he made would fit you. (of course it will, it was for you. and of course the chocolates suited his tastes. it was for him.)
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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.
"Excuse me?"
"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.
These are some ideas i made for long fics but i wanna know if you guys would be interested first. Are these smt ppl are willing to read??? I haven't written in a while so im sososo excited. I might do a little smt for October as well!!
