Male Characters x Male!Reader !One-Shots!

Ryuguji Ken (Draken) x Male!Reader [Angst]

Tokyo Revengers

"So... you're going?" I blinked, lifting my sight from the page of the book I was reading, looking at Ken sitting next to me on my bed. He paused the game and turned towards me, setting the controller down next to him. "(M/n)?"

His gaze on me made me tense up, glancing back at my book, acting as if my heart wasn't going crazy just because of me being right next to my crush.

"G-...go where Ken?" I muttered as I turned the page, attempting to concentrate back on what I was reading.

"Y'know, the festival... you're going, right? Since Mikey said he didn't want to go." He replied, unpausing the game, and kept playing. I sighed and thought about it for a bit... ma-maybe I could go with him, since it'll be just the two of u-. "Takemicchi is going with his girl and Emma's dragging me with her, so I thought we could have fun for a while."

Yep, that's the sound of my heart breaking.

I took a deep breath, held it in, and pursed my lips, forcing a chuckle and closing my book, giving two shits about missing the page I was on. "You know I hate festivals, Ken, why'd you even ask?"

I stood up from my bed and walked out of my room.

"I'll make us something to eat, I'll be right back." Without even hearing his response I closed the door behind me, gritting my teeth as I felt my sight getting clouded with tears. I tsked at my pitiful state and wiped my tears forcefully with my forearm, sniffing as I walked down the stairs to the kitchen.

Everything I did was a blur, and I snapped back to real life when I saw all the sandwiches I made piled on a tray. I pulled my hair and sighed, feeling my mental state at its breaking point.

"...I should give up, he likes Emma and Emma likes him... there's no place for a third wheel like me there anyway," I dryly laughed at myself, before picking up the tray and going up the stairs, opening my bedroom door.

Ken was on his phone, and he seemed to be texting someone, which I assumed was either Mikey or Emma, so I just ignored that and set the tray on the table, grabbing my book and sitting on the floor this time, hearing Ken talking about how much he loved the sandwiches I made.

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A week after that was August 3rd, the day of the festival, it was way past ten, almost eleven, and yet, I couldn't sleep at all, thinking about the good time Ken must be having with Emma. I mean, it was basically a double date, maybe if Mikey was going he would've dragged me with him but help me distract from Ken.

Mikey still makes fun of me sometimes, ever since he found out about my feelings for Ken. Well, he laughed about how he found out, not about my unreciprocated feelings.

I had it written on a secret diary I kept hidden, and that day, three years ago, Mikey happened to find out sitting on my bed, wide open on the page I was writing, and he read about my conflicted feeling for Ken. The embarrassing part was that I wrote all the good things about him, explaining in detail why I thought Ken was such a good guy, and why I fell in love with him.

Mikey likes to mock me when we're alone together, making it seem like it was me saying those things, doing a poor impression of my voice. Well, it always made me laugh, so I forgave him more than once.

I felt myself smiling at the thought of them, and I turned on my bed, facing the ceiling. The fireworks had stopped long ago and it was all silent outside, well, except for the calming sound of the rain hitting the pavement.

It made me feel sleepy, and for the first time in the night, I fell asleep.

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An annoying buzzing next to my head made me groan in annoyance, I patted the bedside table, looking for my phone and I opened it, picking up the call.