"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...
The colors were so vivid and alive that they seemed to jump off the canvas, and the way they blended together created an almost magical effect. As you stood there admiring your work, you were suddenly startled by a movement from the corner of your eye.
Looking down, you saw your pet snake had slithered out of its sleeve and was now coiled up at your feet, admiring the painting with you. It was almost as if the painting had come to life, and the two of you stood there, basking in its beauty as the shadows grew long and the sun disappeared below the horizon.
You felt a deep sense of satisfaction as you gazed upon your work, knowing that you had poured your heart and soul into it.
As you made your way back to the living quarters, the sense of accomplishment stayed with you, filling you with a sense of contentment and peace. You washed your hands thoroughly in the kitchen and began to think about what to make for dinner. The scent of fresh ingredients filled the air, mingling together in a symphony of tantalizing aromas.
Just as you were getting started, they all arrived, eager for a delicious meal. "any order boys?", and they excitedly rattled off their favorite dishes. Mikey, always with a sweet tooth, requested something sugary for dessert.
You set to work, slicing, and stirring, as you prepared the delicious feast. The clink of pots and pans filled the air, punctuated by the sound of sizzling and bubbling. With each passing moment, the smells grew stronger and more enticing.
Finally, after an hour and a half of cooking, you emerged from the kitchen with a tray full of steaming dishes. The food looked and smelled amazing, a testament to your culinary skills.
You carefully placed the dishes on the dining table and sat down with your friends, basking in the warmth of their company. You felt a deep sense of satisfaction and happiness wash over you, knowing that you had spent the day productively.
Sanzu looked at you curiously and asked what you had been doing all day. You replied in a casual tone, "There's an exhibition tomorrow, and they needed my collection, so I was just completing it."
Everyone nodded in understanding, and Koko suddenly spoke up, saying that he was going to the same exhibition. "Oh, then we should go together," you replied with a smile.
After finishing your food, you collected the plates and put them back in the kitchen. You then returned to the living room and sat on the couch with the guys. They were all chatting about their work, but you found yourself slowly drifting off to sleep.
Mikey noticed that you weren't responding to his question and looked at you with concern. As you lay on the couch, your eyes growing heavy with fatigue, he watched you with concern. He could tell that you were exhausted, and he felt a wave of sympathy wash over him. He sat beside you, keeping a watchful eye as you drifted off into a deep sleep.
After a while, he noticed that Ran had arrived, and he was trying to lift you up. But before he could do so, Mikey suddenly appeared and pushed him aside.
Mikey then scooped you up in a tender, bridal carry, being careful not to wake you up. You looked so peaceful and serene in his arms, and he smiled down at you with a mixture of tenderness and protectiveness.
Mikey's footsteps were gentle and measured as he carried you back to your room. He was careful not to jostle you or cause any discomfort as he made his way through the hallway.
Every step he took was deliberate as if he was carrying something precious and fragile. He finally reached your door, and with the utmost care, he gently laid you down on your bed.
He pulled the covers over you, making sure you were comfortable and warm. As he stood there, he gazed at you, lost in your beauty.
He couldn't help but notice how peaceful and serene you looked, even in your sleep. He leaned in closer, and he realized that both of your faces were just inches apart.
As he rested his forehead on yours, he felt a different feeling that he had never experienced before. It was a sense of warmth and comfort that enveloped him, making him feel safe and secure. He controlled himself from doing anything foolish, but he couldn't resist going back to you.
He walked away towards the door, but then he stopped and let out a long sigh.
He walked back to your bedside and lay down beside you, embracing you in his arms. He felt a sense of peace wash over him as he drifted off to sleep, cherishing every moment that he spent with you.
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