𝐲/𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐣𝐢.

♡ ... › MIKEY-KUN?★ ─

爱 fanfic : y/n x toman : ♡ • ›

🐿: for the following several days you've had chifuyu and takemichi on your tail non stop, about trivial questions about kei, and his activity. the two acted like detectives though it didn't really suit either of them. they were delinquents after all

"y/n-chan!" a voice called from down your school hall way. takemichi and chifuyu? but what's with the honorific? it's usually 'kun' or just simply your name. it felt off.

"yes-" you stopped your sentence and raised an eyebrow, kazutora? well, that explains the honorific. but you hadn't seen him in a while? why was he in your school? wasn't he serving two years in prison for stabbing mikey-kun's older brother? you pondered the thought to yourself. you scanned the character as he got closer. he wore a simply smile and a uniform belonged to the gang keisuke had joined. did he know you had been giving chifuyu and takemichi information about your brothers routine? well it's not like it was harmful considering you knew the bare minimum about the gang itself.

"how have you been? ♡" he said with a playful smirk towards you.

"i've been fine." you said plainly. you weren't really in the mood to see kazutora show up, if he noticed chifuyu and takemichi showing up out of no where, he might raise a suspicion about the two, and that was the last thing you wanted.

tight situation right now y/n. really tight.

the boy grabbed your hand and began dragging you out of the school. welp, there goes studying for your test tomorrow in your free period. but you chose not to resist the boy, rather not get a mark on your hard from a tightened grip.

"do you need something, kazutora?" the words felt weird. no, it wasn't the words it was more like the situation that felt weird.

"hm, not much just wanted to take you out of such a stuffy environment! it reminds me of how stuffy THAT place was." he said sternly. his grip got tighter.

i said one thing, and already struck a nerve. felt like kidnap honestly. i wish hina-chan went to my school her misunderstanding with mikey would've come in handy right now with kazutora because like hell was i been taken without my will right here.

passing people, a few noticed your discomfort and considered stepping in but none had the nerve to do so.

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kazutora stopped in his track, and again the grip on your hand got tighter. ow, that fucking hurts? but still you wanted to avoid provoking him, so you stood there silently, clearly more uncomfortable than before. 

"let her go." a familiar voice said sternly towards kazutora.

you glanced up from the ground.

mikey-kun?

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"no, i'm going to take her out to get ice cream." kazutora snapped.

"forcefully?" mikey replied raising an eye brow. his expression was pissed. maybe it was seeing kazutora again after the incident, or maybe the fact that kazutora was gripping your hand WAY too hard.

kazutora was clearly provoked by that, you expected your hand to break, but instead he let go completely.

your hand was severely swollen and it was obvious and noticeable among your pale skin. it made you pitiful, the provoke on kazutora's face quickly turned to fear noticing it. he was obviously upset that he unintentionally was hurting you.

the poor guy, he was more all over the place than you were.

"it's okay kazutora, it doesn't hurt." you said softly smiling up at him, trying to reassure him it was alright. but honestly you were lying to yourself. it seriously hurt but you couldn't be selfish in such a situation. you'd rather avoid any conflict between the two boys.

"wanna go get some dorayaki y/n-chi~" mikey called waving at the two of you.

shit

kazutora was provoked once again. "she's getting ice cream with me." he replied raising his voice at mikey.

. . .

"but y/n-chi is lactose intolerant." mikey replied.

both were pissed off.

"theres lactose in dorayaki though isn't there?" kazutora blurted out.

"but there's no lactose in the recipe that the lady down the road sells." mikey yawned.

. . .

silence, along the empty street.

and without either realizing it, you weren't even there anymore, and instead on your way home. like hell were you going to pick between teenage boys, that wouldn't end well for either of them let alone you. but i mean mikey-kun was right, you were lactose intolerant so eating ice cream would've hurt like a bitch.

"thanks anyways mikey-kun." you blurted out to yourself with a small smile throwing your swollen hand into your pocket. ★