"We're trying to scare the piss outta someone, and you're here sipping coffee like it's fucking tea time?"
"I can't deal with this, "
"Well played,y/n, well played,"
I do not own Tokyo Revengers/characters, it belongs to Ken Wakui. just the OC and...
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So, you roll out of bed this morning, feeling the weight of the day ahead. It's the big showdown day, and the mission's got you feeling kinda low. As you make your way down the hall to where everyone's chilling out – you know, that spot where they serve up drinks and snacks in the hotel's living area – you can see your crew gathered around. "Man, I'm seriously late," you mutter under your breath, realizing you lost track of time soaking in the epic jacuzzi for a good two hours. Even though it's hotter than heck in Arabia, you throw on a jacket and snug your pet up close before heading over.
But hold up – as you get closer, you catch wind of some drama nearby. There's this rich, spoiled dude going off on some lady, and it's not pretty. Normally, you're all about staying out of other folks' business, but this guy's yelling is next level. You can see it in your crew's faces too – they're itching to step in but trying to keep it cool. So, you decide to mosey on over and see what's up, ready to step in if things get too heated.
As you edged closer to the obnoxious dude, thoughts of delivering a well-deserved kick to his head flashed through your mind. You even lifted your leg, all set to give him a taste of your fury. But then you checked yourself. Making a scene wasn't really your style, even though this guy totally deserved it.
As he kept on with his loud tirade, you eyed the back of his head, contemplating just how to serve up some epic smackdown. Then, in a move that was part impulse and part pure satisfaction, you smoothly swiveled around, dragging your foot across the ground and snagging his pants as you did. Two steps back, a quick grab for a drink, and just like that, you played it off like it was no big deal. After all, why stoop to his level when you could outsmart him without even breaking a sweat?
Amidst the uproarious laughter erupting from everyone around, the dude's face turned as red as a tomato as he struggled to pull his pants back up. Even the lady he'd been yelling at was trying her hardest to stifle her giggles. Meanwhile, you were right there, trying to play it cool, humming a tune and flashing a grin like you hadn't just pulled off the prank of the century.
But then, out of nowhere, you felt a hand on your shoulder, and the dude spun you around, ready to unleash some more of his anger. Only, the words caught in his throat as he locked eyes with you. There you were, innocently gazing back at him with that beautiful face of yours, and suddenly, he was rendered speechless.
With a face still flushed from embarrassment, the dude blurted out, "You are beautiful!" And in true dramatic fashion, you couldn't resist putting a hand over your heart, responding with an exaggerated, "Oh, why thank you."
Then, like something out of a cheesy romance flick, he flashed a flirtatious smirk, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his card. He pressed it into your hand, leaning in to plant a kiss on the back of it before giving a playful wink. With that, he sauntered out of the hotel.
Unable to contain yourself any longer, you collapsed to the floor, laughing uncontrollably while the others joined in.
As the lady extended her hand to help you up, you couldn't help but notice how stunning she was. "So much thanks," she said, her gratitude genuine. Taking her hand, you felt a surprising strength in her grip, not what you'd expect from someone who appeared so delicate. "No probs, I was enjoying it anyways," you replied with a genuine smile playing on your lips.
"It was hilarious," she chuckled, her laughter contagious as you found yourself grinning in response. "Yeah, right!" you agreed, feeling a sense of camaraderie with this stranger.
Curiosity getting the better of you, you asked, "Your name?" She paused thoughtfully before replying, "Iris." Her hesitation caught your attention, making you wonder why it took her so long to share her name. "Nice to meet you, Iris," you said warmly, offering a handshake.
As your hands met, you noticed a flicker of something in her eyes, a depth that intrigued you. But before you could delve further into conversation, she excused herself, disappearing into the crowd. You shrugged off the momentary confusion, turning to scan the room for her, when a familiar hand landed on your shoulder. It was Ran, and you looked up at him,
"That was hilarious, cupcake!" Ran's amused voice snapped you out of your daze, and you couldn't help but smirk. As you glanced around, you felt a familiar hand holding yours. It was Mikey, sporting his all-black attire, his presence adding to the surrealness of the moment.
A strange sensation fluttered in your stomach – was it nerves or excitement? or something else?
Before you could dwell on it further, Koko's voice cut through the air. "Do you know whose pants you pulled off?" he asked, his expression one of confusion. Then it clicked – the card you had received. Retrieving it from your pocket, you read aloud the name printed on it: "Hiroto Shimizu."
Blinking in surprise, you turned to Kakucho, silently conveying your disbelief as you showed him the card. His nod of agreement confirmed your suspicions. "So, he was Kaito's son!" you exclaimed, realization dawning on you.
Amidst the shared snickers and chuckles from your friends, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the stunt you had pulled on the enemy. It was a moment you knew you'd be laughing about for a long time to come.
"But what about that lady? Iris, was it?" you muttered, suddenly curious about the mysterious woman who had caught your attention earlier.
( I messed up the age of Kaito in chapter 20. I wrote it as 36 instead of 46. My bad -_-)
