Hello, this fanfiction is dedicated to celebrating Takasugi Mahiro's birthday. This is a small gift from me to him (Mahiro). Happy Birthday!
Since Mahiro was confirmed to play Matsuno Chifuyu in Tokyo Revengers Live Action, I thought it would be fun if I wrote about Chifuyu.
Please note that I am an anime watcher only; I haven't read the manga. Therefore, I only know the characters and the plot through the anime.
The moonlight shone down upon him, casting a beautiful glow over his body. It was serene… it matched perfectly with his presence.
Under the same moon
"Are you…, um… How should I describe you?"
"Oh, yeah. You're correct; I'm the one who handled this stuff," you said. Later, you boasted about how annoying Mitsuya was today. "You're Matsuno, right?"
The blonde man nodded. A slight smile appeared on his face. You've never seen him before in Mitsuya's communion. He looks too rare for your eyes to handle. Never saw him from your sight line; never caught up with him.
Maybe he had different hairstyles before, or maybe he is a new member? Well, it wasn't your problem. You welcomed him home, and he sat in the living room. He scanned the room for a while, gazed at you, and smiled again.
"I've never seen you before. Are you a new member of Toman?"
He shook his head and talked calmly. "Nah, I'm a busy guy. I have another job besides my club activities and gangster activities."
"You must be a busy guy indeed. I'll tell Mitsuya that you were here."
Actually, you rarely talked to Mitsuya, but his pure talent for crafting and sewing made you forget about any weird thoughts you had about him. To the point where, at that moment, you thought he was a genius. He truly is talented; he taught you almost everything there is to know about sewing.
He's a gangster indeed; he talked in a Yankee style and laughed like a maniac. With his weird lilac hair and tattoo, he seems to love punching a random person at school or committing some minor crimes on the streets.
Once, you saw him with his friends riding a motorcycle and talking shit about another boy from a different school.
But this time Mitsuya needed your help, assuming that you were the one who could help him. You helped him because he helped you a lot, so it's a good bargain for both of you. He never hurts you, and you don't mind helping him.
You still remember what he said in the hospital. His sister was crying beside him, and you felt awkward about this scene. He said that he had a fierce battle with some boys from another school.
He said it with a tired tone. "I want you to make Toman uniforms. I hurt my hands, and I couldn't use my sewing machine. I rely on you. You're my good friend."
After three months, you finished making the uniforms. You sent Mitsuya the progress, and he loved it!
"Cute…, I'll send one of my friends to your home. He'll pick those uniforms. I'll talk to you later."
You're so curious about the friends he talked about. If it was Pahchin… he would be kicked out by your mom. If it was Draken, that's another story.
Mitsuya knew he couldn't rely on Takemichi to pick those uniforms, since in his head he had already made a fake scenario that you would think that Takemichi is a piece of trash, Draken is not good at talking to new people, and Mikey… he wouldn't willingly do that.
So, here he is… a short blonde man with a sleepy face. He didn't seem self-aware of you and talked like you were just Mitsuya's sewing friends.
"Mitsuya wanted me to pick up those uniforms," he said, rubbing his eyes and yawning. "…is it alright if I see the uniforms before I bring them to Mikey?"
You rolled your eyes. "Sure. That's what Mitsuya wants from me."
You walked into your room and gave him the uniform. You were still trying to process how old he was because he looked so young compared to Mitsuya.
Mitsuya had given him your address, and he sped off on his motorcycle, you could tell from his messy hair and the smell of wet street from his body. You'd never brought a man home, so it made your mom and your older sister suspicious. However, since, Chifuyu didn't have Yankee tendencies, they weren't too concerned.
"What do you think?" He gazed at you before turning back to the uniform, and he added, "Do you like the embroidery? The color?"
A thinking face appeared on yours, followed by a smile on your face. "Everything about them is good because I'm the one who made them," you said proudly.
You sighed. "Mitsuya hurt his hands, so he handed the job over to me. Oh, what is that man even thinking? Mercenaries?"
Chifuyu lost himself in laughter; he blinked twice as if you had said something funny to him. He covered his mouth and patted his head. "You. You knew a lot about Mitsuya, didn't you? I know you aren't just like a sewing friends to him."
He shrugged and tilted his head, the twilight from your window casting a golden glow over his blonde hair. It looked beautiful on his small face and even better in his bright green eyes. "He used to talk about you all of the time. But now that you are here, I'm not doubting him anymore."
You furrowed your brows, and you could feel goosebumps roaming all over your body. "Well… that's good to hear." You replied in a sarcasm-filled tone.
"No… no… It wasn't anything bad. He never talked badly about his friends." He winked as if you were already close to him.
He sat on the couch, caressing the uniform all the time, a smile curling on his lips, his bright green eyes reflecting a happiness you could hear in his cheerful voice that filled the warm atmosphere of your home.
He turned around and gazed at you, his eyes smiling. "Thank you. You're so talented!" He said. "I almost thought Mitsuya made this."
"You're welcome."
He folded up the uniforms and saved them in a container. A smile bloomed on his face, but this time it lasted longer than before. You secretly smiled at him; you noticed that his happiness was contagious.
Well… he's cute. How old is he? Is he younger than me? He is so… tiny.
After some time, you could hear your mom calling for you. Her voice filled the entire room. You couldn't make out what she was saying, but you assumed she wanted your guest to come and eat dinner with your family.
You sighed and glanced at the clock for the second time, realizing that you had spent an hour talking with Chifuyu. Well… you can't lie. He's a good-looking person, warm.
You gazed at him and saw that he still stood there, seemingly lost in his thoughts. As you darted your eyes towards him, he gazed at you, tilted his head, and pouted his lips. "What's up?" He asked, his voice filled with confusion.
"It looks like my mom wants you to have dinner together." You can feel a warm feeling on your face. Your face turned red.
He widened his eyes and nodded. "That's good! I'm hungry!"
You noticed how your older sister, mom, and even your dad liked Chifuyu so much. The conversations between them flowed like water. A warm and familiar feeling consumed your system. It felt so nice. You didn't want this to end.
Chifuyu sat beside you, and sometimes your knees would touch his when he laughed. You understood this because the dinner table was so small, and adding one more person made the room feel even smaller.
He smiled during the conversation and nodded in agreement whenever your dad talked about motorcycles.
Chifuyu acted like you two had known each other for years. Sometimes he would gaze at you and squeeze your shoulder while praising how skilled you are at making uniforms, and of course, it would make you flustered with his sweet words.
You finish eating dinner in confusion; you can't eat like this. The way he reacted to your family made you blush even more. No one noticed how flustered you were.
What's wrong with me? Why did I become like this? Do I feel shy around Matsuno? That's impossible. We just met a few hours ago, and I don't know much about him.
No, It's not a big deal at all. It's just a small thing.
Your older sister chimed in. "My little sister didn't have many friends, so why did Matsuno-kun become friends with her?"
He froze for a while and drank some tea to warm up his body. You gazed at him, waiting for him to answer the question from your older sister. You hope he doesn't answer with a silly answer, and at least he will say something relevant.
"I like... I like her. She's a hardworking girl."
He winked and added, "…your little sister is indeed very hardworking."
I like her…
Those words floating in your head are making you blush even more. You can feel your face becoming redder than before. You look like the color of twilight. Red. Like blood. Your hands are trembling, and you cannot compose yourself anymore. Chifuyu moves his hand under the table, realizing it from your gestures, and he starts caressing your knee as if giving you support.
He whispered, "Don't worry. I'm an expert at this."
No, Chifuyu. You didn't.
"Are you sure you want to go home now? It's dark outside. You can't ride at night; it's dangerous, Matsuno."
You tried to convince him. You didn't even know why you did that. He was nothing to you; you barely knew him. Why were you so eager to have him stay at your home? You couldn't find a reason, or maybe you just didn't want to find one.
He giggled as he put a helmet on his head. You watched him reach for his motorcycle and prepare the container. He turned toward you, a smile curling on his lips. The moonlight shone down upon him, casting a beautiful glow over his body. It was serene... it matched perfectly with his presence.
"No... I should go home; my family must be worried about me." He chuckled. "Thank you for making these uniforms."
"…Matsuno?"
"No, it's alright; I'll be fine. I promise." He tapped your shoulder.
You two were staring at each other for a while, which made Chifuyu giggle cutely. He pulled his hand over your shoulder and smiled. You could feel your heart pounding so hard as the night breeze brushed against your skin.
He leaned closer and whispered in your ear. His breath brushed against your ear, leaving a warm heat behind. "If I stay longer in your home, your mom will probably invite me to sleep in your bedroom. You don't want that to happen, do you?" He smirked, leaving you flustered once again.
"Don't say that, Matsuno!"
He laughed. "You know... you're kind of cute when you're flustered. Show me that cuteness again, would you?"
"Mitsuya!"
He frowned when he heard a familiar voice reach him. He immediately turned his body, gazing at the source of the voice in response. "Oh, Chifuyu. What's wrong?"
Chifuyu smiled. "Well, I met your sewing friends yesterday."
Draken chimed in as he chewed on some potato chips. He gazed at Mikey and then turned back to Chifuyu. "What are you trying to say?"
"She's cute; I like her. Would you mind if I dated her, Mitsuya?"
"You have a crush on her? Is that love at first sight?" It's rare for Mikey to comment on someone else's love life, and it makes Chifuyu flustered. Chifuyu looked down, trying to avoid eye contact with Mikey.
"What the hell is this?" Baji laughed. He slapped Chifuyu's head. "Are you in love?! With a real woman? Whoa, man, I've always thought you were…"
"Stop that, Baji," Mikey said with a serious face as he rubbed his chin. "That's good for you, Chifuyu. She's cute indeed. Do you think… I mean, why does Mitsuya depend on her so much? He has a thing for her too."
Mitsuya clicked his tongue and crossed his arms over his chest.
Draken commenting. "Look at you, Chifuyu," he said while gazing teasingly at Mitsuya. "You're Mr. Steal My Girl."
Mitsuya sighed. "Oh, I shouldn't have sent you to her home that day."