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Tokyo Revengers x Reader Textfic
'You all are more stupid than my younger brother'
Song mentioned on Title is named 'More than a friend' by girli
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When a gang had met one of their member's siblings and took...
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"The moon is beautiful, don't you think?"
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"I'd rather have him killed than let him breathe the same air as me."
Makoto gulped upon hearing those cold words spatting from your slight chapped lips, he's scared- no
He's terrified
He won't admit it, but he is sometimes scared of y/n, not daily, but whenever she keeps this threatening aura and the hateful or psychotic looks she has in her e/c
Makoto was scared for Izana, he doesn't know the true strength of y/n, but Makoto does, and having a pissed off y/n chasing after you, oh, it's hell for Izana
Trust him, he really wants to save Izana, but like he said before, he's scared of his big sister, and because, if he chooses Izana's side, then y/n would for sure spare him, but would leave him, and Makoto doesn't want that
He's scared to be alone forever..
Despite him having Mikey and everyone else, but y/n was closer to him and is more attached to her, she understands his pain, and so does he with her pain
'Fuck..this is too much, if only that stupid bitch Izana didn't attack her, then things would've been different!-'
He was stopped by the boss's words who look deeply through y/n's rounded glasses
'Hm, I can't stop you...just, rethink this once the time is right'
The siblings bowed to the boss and then left the office and close the door behind them, the older female rubs her collarbone with saddened eyes
'Be careful n/n, I don't want you to regret your choices of going straight to murder..'
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Y/n stands atop of the headquarters with a small smile, she doesn't want to kill Izana, but her words were said before she could think, was it her ADHD talking? Or was it her own thoughts saying the truth
She sighs tiredly, she goes to grab her gun from the side of her belt, she drops it down onto the ground and stomps on it with her heeled black combat boots, she watches the pieces and bullets scatter around her feet
Until the sound of a knife being put away took her attention, she huffs in amusement
'Has fate really brought you and I to meet at the roof everytime?'
