#i am too hungover to care

[kwnnys]

thinking about isagi x troublemaker!reader !1!1!1

cw ; mentions of driving w/o a license, not proofread

"[name], I don't think this is a good idea.." he mumbles, staring with wide eyes as you perch yourself up on the motorcycle.

isagi thought that he had been used to your troublesome behavior by now, considering that he's been by your side since you were both in middle school. he's seen you do the most ridiculous and borderline life threatening things that no sane person would even think of doing.

but apparently not, because of all things, he certainly didn't expect this from you.

you had found an old motorycle stored away in your parent's garage, and it looked fairly intact. you weren't about to let such a pretty thing rot away! so of course, naturally, you brought the baby out for a test drive.

"don't be a wuss, yoichi." you roll your eyes, an excited grin buzzing on your lips. isagi visibly frowns, taking a small step towards you and the bike.

"you don't even have a license— what if you crash?!" he exclaims in worry, and you laugh.

"don't worryy, we're just gonna drive in an empry lot. plus, I'm a god at smash!"

"this is completely different, [name]— hold on, we?! I do not remember consenting to this!"

"jeez, you dont have to ride with me if you're so worried." you shrug, shooting him a side glance. "you can just watch! yknow, be my emotional support."

Im gonna need more emotional support than you. the blue haired male thinks. isagis frown deepens. shaking his head to the side as he makes an 'x' symbol with his arms.

"no way, you are gonna hit me for sure."

"what, you don't trust me?!" you exclaim with feigned offense. "wow, and here I thought.. you were my best friend.." you sniffle.

he doesn't miss the way you dramatically wipe a fake tear, rolling his eyes with a sigh. he didn't feel like dying, but he also didn't want you to die either. he gulps, a few seconds of silence passing.

and as soon as he finishes contemplating, he lets out that defeated groan that you know all too well. immediately, your demeanour lightens up, and you scramble inside the garage to find an extra helmet.

"safety first!"

"oh shut up."