Tokyo Revengers Oneshots

Mitsuya x fem reader

Had this idea pop into my head when I was messing about on a piano, if you can't play piano then...just pretend you can for this, shouldn't be too hard considering you're already pretending to live in a fucking anime ;)

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Mitsuya POV

I scanned round the room after the last girl had left, it's a mess again. Great, I guess I'll be the one cleaning it up then.
I got to work putting away the machines and placing the unused material back in the draw, glancing in the bin as I passed it.

No wonder so much money goes towards material, they bloody waste half of it, I bet it's all salvageable pieces too. Oh well I'll just have a word with them first thing Monday to stop wasting as much.

I move one of the tables back a little and end up stubbing my toe on a chair leg as I walk past with my hands full. It bloody hurt too, honestly it'll take the girls 2 minutes to clear up their own mess instead of me having to stay behind on a Friday of all days to clean up for them. This is worse than me constantly cleaning up after Luna and Mana.

I whistle while I clean up to keep myself entertained. I still have a few Toman jackets I have to finish but I suppose I can just come in early on Monday to add the finishing touches....or I could hand off a few to the girls to do alongside their own projects, as long as it doesn't halt their own progress too much I guess it couldn't hurt. Being president has it's perks after all

I stand back and admire my hard work. It's still a little messy but it'll do I suppose. I grab my stuff and head out into the hallway, locking the door as I leave. While take the key out the door I notice a faint noise, no one should still be in school since it's nearly 6 o clock, that's weird.

I follow the noise through the corridors till I find the source, it's coming from one of the music rooms.

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Y/N's POV

My fingers danced over the piano and I let them. I didn't even give each note a second thought, my fingers found their place anyway makings the notes ring out into the empty corridors. The music was spread out on the stand but I didn't bother reading it, I knew this piece inside out.

I was stuck inside my bubble of music notes but it didn't bother me, it's comforting, like I'm in a world of my own and no one can touch me. No one can hurt me. No one can see me.

I continue untill the last chord was struck and I close my eyes as I hold the keys dow- AHH WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT NOISE

I look around and see a boy standing in the doorway, clapping? Is that what he's doing? At least I think it's a boy, it's gotten kinda dark as the only light was the faint light from the windows.

"I've never heard that piece before but it was...beautiful"

He walks into the room and towards where I was sitting. I look up at him. Now I'm not sure who I was expecting to see but it wasn't him. Mitsuya Takashi, he's one of the few delinquents in our school but is also apparently the president of the home economics club.

"Oh...thank you" god why does my face feel hot? How long was he standing there? So many questions fly through my head.

"It's Y/N right?"

"Uh yeah Y/N L/N"

"I'm Mitsu-"

"-ya Takashi, I-I know, you're pretty well known around the school, being a delinquent and all"
Truth is I've had a slight crush on Mitsuya for quite a while now.