‼️🧢: TOKIO HOTEL

The Avenues Mall was loud, bright, and way too normal for what was about to happen tonight.

Tokio Hotel moved through it like a storm.

Bill walked ahead, sunglasses on, scanning store windows for anything “aesthetic enough” for the interview later. Georg followed calmly, holding a drink and looking like he had already accepted chaos as his fate. Gustav just wanted food. Tom… was trying to convince everyone to ditch the schedule.

And Y/N? Y/N was right in the middle of it all, holding a list of things they were supposed to buy for the concert prep.

Y/N: “We need matching outfits for the interview. That’s literally the plan.”

Tom: “The plan is boring.”

He grabbed a black cap off a display and spun it on his finger.

Tom: “We just wear this and go. Done.”

Bill: “No one is doing a press interview in just a cap, Tom.”

Bill already had three outfits half-picked from a designer rack.

Georg leaned over to Y/N.

Georg: “How did you become the only responsible one here?”

Y/N: “I ask myself that every day.”

Gustav pointed at a snack shop.

Gustav: “Can we decide after I eat?”

Before anyone could answer, Tom had already disappeared into a store.

A minute later—

Tom (from inside): “GUYS. COME HERE.”

They followed him to find him holding up a mirror selfie pose with a ridiculous oversized jacket and a New Era cap tilted low.

Tom: “This is the vibe.”

Bill stared at him.

Bill: “That looks like you lost a fight with a closet.”

Y/N couldn’t help laughing.

Y/N: “Okay… it’s kind of iconic though.”

Tom smirked like he just won an argument he didn’t have to try for.

Georg sighed.

Georg: “We are never making it to this interview on time.”

Gustav, chewing food, nodded.

Gustav: “At least we’re fed.”

Bill finally gave in, grabbing a sleek black outfit off a rack.

Bill: “Fine. But we’re still doing it properly.”

Tom tossed another cap to Y/N.

Tom: “You’re wearing this.”

Y/N caught it easily.

Y/N: “If I look bad, I’m blaming you.”

Tom: “You won’t.”