╰┈➤ "𝐈'𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝."
╰┈➤ "𝐖-𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭?"
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In which Y/n, just another girl who loves Tokyo Revengers gets thrown into the anime.
Her goal is to save everyone but unknowingly some individuals to fall for her a li...
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𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐ Beautiful blue └── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 青 ═════════════════
It's been around a little over a month since you were thrown into the tokyo revengers world and looking at the dates the original storyline has started. Soon after that night Mitsuya and you made it a habit to walk to and from school together which was really nice in all honesty of course there were someday were you two couldn't walk home cause of his Toman meetings or you being stuck at school for art club but he'd alway make it up to you if he couldn't by giving you some of your favorite candy.
Something else that turned into a normal routine was you stopping by Mitsuya club room almost everyday just to talk or give him something. 'Mitsuya really is husband material.' You mentally sigh as you put some extra sketch books in a box sense your art teacher said the Sewing club needed some more. Walking down the hall to the sewing club you balance the box on one arm, using your body as support for it and opening the door of the sewing club with your free hand.
"Hi Mitsuya. Sorry for not knockin." You apologize closing the door behind you before returning to hold the box with both hands. "Oh hey Y/n." Mitsuya says in a happy tone. "What's in the box?" He asks as you walk over to him. "Sketch books, Ms. Sukiyaki said to bring your club some of the extra sketchbooks the art club had." You smile, setting the box down on the table in front of him. "You know I couldn't have gotten these later right Y/n?" Mitsuya questions looking through the sketchbooks. "Technically yes but I had free time plus I normally come to bother you around this time anyways." You smile resting your elbows on the table looking at him.
