Cloak Boy ||Tomboo||

||Chapter 2||

Ranboo POV

First day on the job. I was just hanging out in town waiting for Simons to strike. I tried staying as undercover as possible. I sat on a bench eating a sandwich.

This morning had passed by peacefully, it was lunch now. All day I focused on finding Simons. However it seems he's been keeping it on the down low this morning.

Another thing- I couldn't stop thinking about the boy from yesterday. The one in the light brown cloak. He was absolutely gorgeous and I really wish I could get another look.

A shady looking figure walked by quickly.

My eyes sparkled, Cloak boy!

I followed after him. I reached to grab his arm and he moved to the side quickly.

I blushed embarrassed, "Sorry- Uhm...is it you?"

"Hm?" He hummed.

"The boy from yesterday?- Are you the one I knocked down?" I asked.

The boy shook his head. It was too bad I couldn't see his face- then I would be able to tell.

"Oh...My apologies then." I smiled and waved.

The boy started walking away.

What if that's Simons!?

"Wait!" I yelled.

The boy stopped and turned back around. He put a hand on his hip inpatient, "Hm?"

"Name?" I asked.

He put his hand up and shook his pointer finger no. I smiled, "It is you!- Cloak boy!"

He sighed and walked off.

I watched as he walked off, Boy do I find him adorable. And I've only seen his face once!

I wonder why he hides his face all the time. He is really pretty....and I'd love to stare at his face a while longer.

Tommy POV

I've gotta get a new disguise. Or a different cloak- He keeps recognizing me. It's like he's obsessed! I mean seriously!?- He calls me 'Cloak Boy'?

I rolled my eyes, I can't stand him.

Even worse- This meant I couldn't do anything today. He'd be too suspicious. Might as well make a new disguise.

I walked into a shop and the lady smiled, "Hello kind sir, what is it you're looking for today?"

"A cloak." I answered in a deep voice.

She pointed, "Over there sir."

I went over and saw quite a few different ones. I grabbed two. One black and one white. Then I went up to the lady and payed for them.

She thanked me and I left. I walked all the way back home into the woods. I lived in a tree house, high up in the trees and deep in the forest, away from civilization.

It wasn't just some old wooden tree house though, obviously a professional criminal like myself would lead a pife of stolen luxury. My treehouse is pretty modern looking with running water, electricity, pretty much everything I'd need. If you're wondering how, just don't!

I'm an excellent climber, so I could easily go up and down as I pleased.

I climbed up the tree and into my house. I went to my room where I ripped apart the cloaks and then sewed them together to make a half black, half white cloak. I really liked it. Flashy and yet subtle and shady.