𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 [単調] || 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

XXVI

sorry i havent posted, my week got busy faster than takemichi's ability to cry on demand

I also realized that on chpt XXI i had already addressed the fact that Takemichi met hakkai and last chapter i literally filled it with takemichi meeting hakkai, like that? dawg i gotta get my shit tgth.

I changed that. Instead, that part is hella vague like "ohh takemichi learned about mitsuya and went to his funeral in the future"—which did happen so hurray to me for patching it ☠️☠️

—2nd person POV

Hina laid backside on her bed, facing the roof of her room. She wondered, since when did Takemichi look at you the same she did?

Admiration right? Right. It has to be.

When the small confrontation between you guys and the Black Dragons happened, she couldn't help but observe the entire moment you had with her boyfriend. Something wasn't adding up. It was too intimate.

As the high ranking student she was, she was going to get to the bottom of this.

detective style.

Fishing Naoto out of his edgy middle school den of a room, she dressed herself in her trench coat and grabbed her magnifying glass. She was ready to reek hell on everyone and everything that would get in her way of solving this mystery.

Off she went, starting with.. uhm.. getting coffee at her favorite café.

Once she sat down with Naoto, she couldn't help but start overthinking.

When Takemichi looked at you, for a bit it he had a resentful glint, but then it softened. A lot. His eyes just encapsulated his true feelings like magic. That grudge—or whatever he was trying to hold against (First Name)-chan—just completely melted away like butter. It was obvious.

Hina sighed. Will she lose her boyfriend?

... Will she lose you?

"Nee-chan? NEE-CHAN? HELLO? What do you want to order? You've been in the clouds for three minutes!" Naoto hollered in annoyance, flicking his sister in the gap between her eyebrows,

"You're making me look stupid screaming your name, y'know? Are you seeing how many people are staring right now..?"

"Eh? Oh, yes! Uhm.. I'll take the uhh.. cheesecake cinnamon mocha macchiato!"

"Ma'am, thats not—"

"Please just get her the order."

"Right.." the waitress didn't ask questions.

This was going to be harder than she thought.

A sigh graced Hina's lips. Her downcast gaze was caught easily by Naoto, who asked what her problem was. Though before she could answer, she heard yelling outside.

Being the detective genius she was, decided to scoop out some intel—which totally wasn't her being nosy—and poke her and her brothers heads out the front door, completely startling the waitress who already had their drinks placed on the table.

The waitress didn't care thankfully, shes too underpaid for teenage bullshit.

Hina and Naoto figured that the racket was emitting from the park behind the café. Without paying, both nosy siblings beelined towards the loud sounds to see Takemichi..

..and you.

Well, this was just fueling her unwanted suspicions.

Forcing Naoto to observe quietly behind a bush with her and not say anything, she intently stared holes into both of your heads.