Forever. | Mitsuya Takashi [Tokyo Revengers]

chapter eight; breath

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                    You could feel his heavy breathing touch your face. "You look good in my uniform. Maybe I should make one for you." He stepped back and rubbed his forehead. "Really?" You asked in excitement. He laughed then nodded along. "Are you planning to head home soon?" He asked while hanging back his clothes. "I don't want to ever go home." You covered your face with your hands and buried them into your knees. "Why not?" He asked, lifting your head up slowly. "Why should I?"

He was stunned. His eyes were widened and his head moved back. "You're right." He said and sat down beside you. "You wanna stay over?" He asked after noticing that you felt awkward. "Please." You smiled. You started feeling your tears build up. You loved your family despite how they treated you; unfairly. "You can stay here for as long as you need."

A week has passed. It went by really quick, you did so many stuff yet forgot most of them. You could barely remember anything that happened or words said. Mitsuya has gotten incredibly close to you, despite you just being a parasite to his house. You felt more comfortable living with them. You tried to help as much as you could with chores, of course.

"Y/N, come here." Mitsuya called you from behind while you were playing with Luna and Mana. "No, stay a little longer!" Luna grabbed your hand and stopped you from moving. "Luna, stop!" Mitsuya stole you from behind and brought you to his room. "Need any help?" You asked with a confused expression. "Not really, I just finished the dress." He said with an excited expression. You felt a rush in your body for a split second. "That was quick!" You replied happily. "You think so?" He asked with a higher tone in his voice as he took the dress out. "You wanna try it on?" He passed it. It slipped off like soap when you held it, completely noticing that its satin.

Sage green and gold flakes scattered all over the olive lace by the sleeve, flowing like burning fire when you put it on. An open-back long dress, quite revealing for you to wear. Yet it fit you perfectly, just slighly loose at the waist; right where the ribbons were. He entered the room at the perfect time, looking at you. He stopped his tracks and took a few moment to stare in adore. "What do you think? My hands can't reach the back to tie the ribbons up!" You twirled in front of the mirror, making the dress move beautifully around you.

third person pov

Oh how perfect it looked on her. The sage green complimenting her screen, yet the olive bringing out her beautiful curves. Imperfectly twirling down in sparkly gold as she moved around, loose ribbons flying along as the wind blows. He stared in awe. His whole world was moving in front of him, he didn't even have to fly to space. He already saw it twirling, the gold flakes he placed making her look like she was guarded by stars. Her tired eyes bringing out the olive green, just how it matched her dead undereye. She spun around once again, making his heart beat faster.

It was the perfect time. Everything was happening slowly and he was stuck in a trance. His heart throbbing as she kept asking whether she looked alright. "Hello? Are you listening?" He was woken up again. Not from his sleep, but from a moment he thought was a dream. She was wearing the fabric he sewn by hand, and it fit perfectly on her. Following every curve, every perfect thing in her. "Of course. Sorry, you look really good." He quickly went behind her and slipped the ribbons between his fingers. He pulled them, closing every gap there was between her cold skin and the warm fabric. His heart skipped beats when he saw her bare back exposed, especially right in front of him.

His finger accidentally clashed with her back, making him immediately jump and apologise. "Sorry! I didn't mean to do that!" He panicked ans immediately tied the ribbons together. "What are you sorry for. Her head turned and his heart stopped when her eyes met his. He was feeling butterflies in his stomach with every movement she made and every word she said. Though he felt as if the feeling was one sided, and continued with his day.

Little did he know that she kept twirling so his eyes stayed on her. She seeked reassurance for his attraction towards her body, towards how she moved and how she looked. She started worrying about how he sat there and watched emptily with no words coming out, despite trying her best to impress him. She purposely left the ribbons loose so he would be able to get a closer look, hoping his heart would beat in sync with her; missing multiple beats.

Little did they know the other felt the same way. Hearts beating in rythm despite missing multiple beats. Not being able to move when the other amazes them. Not the sun blinding their eyes but the view of the other. How they were addicted to hear compliments from the other, wanting more and more. How tingles go rolling down the spine when their skin touches. They loved every detail the other hated. In love, weren't they? Yet they fail to notice the hints. The small details, the little things.

They both stared at each other through the mirror, blood rushing and heart pacing. She could feel his breath hitch by her shoulders as he rested his chin on your shoulder. She stared him in awe while he buried his face into her shoulder. He was breathing against her neck, heavy and hot breaths every second. He slowly removed his heas and placed his lips against her neck, planting kisses down from her jawline, tracing them down to her collar. Her body tickled with every time his soft lips touched against her cold skin, tingling yet giving in to his needs.

"I can't help myself."

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a/n: I kinda like writing in different povs; I'm gonna start writing like that now every once in a while as practice, I hope you guys don't mind!! I HOPE U ENJOYED THE STORY<3 also i might start posting later bc im gonna have a crammed week :,) i hope u guys understand:(