"𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵"
s.shinichiro x f!reader
➣short story
/tokyo revengers/
credit goes to ken wakui. tokyo revengers and its characters are not mine.
ⓒ-terrz -𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭
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The flowers and plants remain, growing and forming a small field of assorted little roses and peonies and daisies and tulips. The field gets wilder as weeds begin to sprout and the plants grow in different directions and the red roses' thorns are untrimmed and sometimes painful, but still flowers are flowers and they give the girl warmth and contentment.
The thorns sting once or twice, causing discomfort at times. But the occasional pierce of the sharp thorn comes along with the flower, and though it hurts, the flower redeems for it.
The day is rainy, a contrast to the usual late-summer weather as the couple decide to just hang out in the man's new bike shop. The gloomy mood outdoors created a lazy atmosphere. The girl loves the rain though, the pittars and patters of the raindrops creating an unknown melody in her ears as a sigh escapes her lips.
Plopping herself on the couch beside the male, the two converse on what to order and after arguing which takeout was best, a calming silence takes place. The sound of the damp weather echoing through the room.
Arms wrapping around her waist slightly startle her as she is placed on the chest of her lover. Feeling the cold chain on his neck, one that she has clasped on her too. He had gotten her the same silver accessory, the only matching thing the two share; so simple yet genuine.
The female starts conversation as she reaches to play with the noirette's hair that he now keeps down instead of the silly style he used to do.
"Why is your shop called S.S?"
"Because it's my initials, S.S"
A tiny pout is on the girl's lips, a small frown tugging her eyebrows downwards.
"Can't you make it something with Y/n in it too?"
A chuckle resounds through the room, especially in the ear of the girl.
"No."
sting.
She looks at him, offended.
the thorn kinda stings.
But the smile on his face contradicts to the hurt in her's.
"Doesn't matter. Your name will be 'Sano' sooner or later."
ah, right.
The look of offense turns into one of adoration as her lips tug upwards in a grin.
who cares if the thorns sting a bit.
Their childish laughter echo through the room, as he kisses her temple, places three beautiful red roses in her hand and whispers in her ear; "Happy three years."
when the flowers are much bigger than the silly thorns.
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