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2516 by luna li

listen to that song for a better reading experience, after all, it was merely inspired by it

@mqtsuno this is all for you, love ya u crazy mf

chifuyu matsuno x reader

his back was leaning against one of the bars of the front fence of your shared school building

it was getting cold, and although he was wearing his trusty oversized sweatshirt, he could feel the chill of the material, piercing through the fabric and reaching his back. he felt goosebumps creep all over him

it had been two hours since your classes ended, but you stayed at your club finishing an extra job. after finding out, he decided to wait for you outside to accompany you home. if you asked him why? he wouldn't really know, not that he was interested in finding a reason

-are you ready? sorry for keep you waiting

and there you were

chifuyu looked at you

there are times like this, where his heart stammers against his chest faster than normal and it's mostly when he stares at your eyes. it's confusing, what do you mean to him?

every single thing around becomes blurred when his eyes meet your shining gaze, as if every material object wandered and got lost in an infinite space

no more street lamps, no more houses

as if everything else begins to fade into clouds

clouds that are opaqued with the sun of your presence

that's what you were for him, the luminary in his system

he usually sees himself as a stubborn little satellite that stays closely to you, witnessing all of your glow, always trying to reach your dangerous warmth, willing to be consumed by you, to be burnt entirely

foolishly, he thinks that heat would take a thousand light years to hit him, but it really just took an instant, on a simple day like this

your hand entwined with his, and he felt he would fade into ashes

i like you

he thought about it, finally

and planets seemed to align

secretly, in his mind

— A SWEET THING CALLED LOVE —

for tiny mikey

@keizos @kallikrein @nozomiasl @saturnmitsuya @souyawn @mqtsuno @blondbirb @lostinthe-jojos felt like tagging you guys, hope you all like it ! ♡

-have you gone insane, mikey?! -emma! your dolls are dead! -no! mikey! i'm sorry!

kindergarten it's a weird period of a person's life. and to manjiro sano, it was no exception

he couldn’t complain though. barely assisting to the classroom, spending the day eating in his seat, watching other kids do the things that, well, kids do. and ignoring his exhausted and poorly paid teachers, observing them while they attempted to get the class attention, unimpressed and mostly bored. he has always been a reserved and mature (only when he felt like it) kid. certainly one of a kind

there were actually just a few things he could count with his palm that caught his attention, but they were all outside school and all involving his older brother at some point 1. his motorcycle 2. his gang 3. all types of candy  4. showing off his talent at the dojo 5. and his brother somewhat girlfriend this last point, we could say, it’s the most important for him now

it was tuesday, and on tuesdays, mikey has a two hours class with miss yukishi, an elder woman that imparts writing to the lower grades. she has decades of experience at his school and an impeccable record in the field of teaching

mikey didn’t like her class at all, simply because he always had work to do as shameless as it sounds, and she smelled like rosemary and wet soil much to mikey’s disguise. but she was kind after all, one of the few professors that managed to get him to focus. and on that particular day, he felt like attending and giving her a chance. mistake or not, he was surely glad he took the decision to be present

the assignment for the day, was writing a note with a minimum extension of 10 words, to whoever he wanted about any topic. his options were:

his older brother, no. he is dumb his little sister, no. she will make fun of him his grandpa, no. he is busy and he probably don’t like those kind of things keisuke from the dojo, no. he is even dumber y/n from his brother middle school oh, y/n from his brother middle school

young manjiro thought about love the same way he felt about santa claus. an illusion, something that makes people freak out, and act stupidly. he was used to feel embarrassed of his brother and the weird things he did for girls, so he swore to the gods that he would never lacerate his dignity like that. until he met you

see, he never felt attracted to any of his classmates, of course not. girls his age were missing teeth, wore funny pigtails, used too much glitter on their school artwork and were extremely nosy. they bothered him. while you, you were quiet and sweet, way too tall compared to his diminute height, your hair was perfectly combed and you always smelled nice. besides, the best thing of all, you hanged around his house sometimes, and you always watched him practice at the dojo, complimenting him and bringing him snacks. you were amiable, you were pretty

and he likes pretty things he likes pretty victory, he likes pretty praise, he likes pretty candy, he likes pretty girls like you

so one day, he definitely saw why his brother was whipped for you, he understood it and reciprocated it, much to shinichiro’s misfortune

he vividly remembers a few nights ago, catching the two of you sharing a few pecks on the lips in his house backyard, when you both thought no one would see you. and it certainly was a strange feeling for him, like when you want something from a store and you arrive just in time to see that someone else is taking the last piece, exactly like that. he was mad, he frowned, and he went to sleep without having dinner

a very much concerning thing coming from him

in that moment, he decided that he was taking action by himself, and with miss yukishi most recent assignment, he had a plan

you might have shared some kisses or whatever disgusting things, but he knew his older brother was a dumbass and that he probably hasn’t asked you out yet. so he was taking advantage on that later, mostly like plan b. for now, the card was his holy grail

a couple of classes later, staying a few hours after school time for practicing, some elderly advices for troubles with the ladies and thousands of attemps in the trashing can, he finally wrote something eligible. miss yukishi was patient and she was good at what she did, so little manjiro finally accepted her to what she truly was, a great teacher

now, he just had to give it to you

but how?

it shouldn’t be that hard, right?

-how did you dare to write stuff like this to my girl?! you tryin’ to ask her out or something?!

the thing is that, emma found the card under mikey’s pillow while roaming curiously on his room and she had the brilliant idea to run to shinichiro and make fun of him together. it seemed like a good plan for starters, until the older one figured out who the card was for, and his burlesque smile turned into a disgusted grimace

-she is not your girl yet! you are a coward enough to not make a move, so i will beat you to it!

lie his brother was a lot of things to him, a prick, a pathetic gangster wannabe and a lovefool. but shinichiro sano was not a coward, and he was just talking things that he knew would get on his nerves. a risky road to take, indeed

-that’s so not happening! and it is actually not your problem! thank god emma told me about this -she is a snitch! snitches deserve to die!

the little girl was hiding under his big brother’s leg, fearing for her life and the safety of her toys. fat, hot tears falling from her cheeks, regretful. that’s just how kids were, doing things without thinking. she didn’t expect all of this to happen, not at all

-hey! apologize to her! and to me too! how can you stab your brother from the back like that, huh?! -you both can kiss my butt! -you little shi-

-good evening, grandpa sano. can i come in?

the three pair of eyes gleamed and directed down the hall at the same time, where your voice was heard

-she is here!

emma screamed and mikey jumped to snatch the piece of paper from his brother’s hand, running to you -give me that! -no! y/n! don’t read anything he gives you!

you were just greeting the old man, and in an instant, you felt the three of them ambushing you

-hi y/n. this is for you, i wrote it. open it now- mikey was sweating and clinging to your waist, subsequently grabbing your hand and carefully placing the piece of paper inside. it was not just paper, actually. it was his tiny heart, his innocent emotions harboring for the first time, all of this, in your palm -huh? are you guys okay? -please don’t- shinichiro was practically on the floor, with pleading eyes. what the hell was going on? -please hurry, could you read it now? -o-okay, calm down you too

they didn’t even greet you, and you noticed emma’s watering eyes, something you will take care of after this mess. you needed to open it

and when you did, it had the words

you are sweet like dorayaki that is why i like you

mikey

it was done, you read it. he followed your eyes scan the paper in front of him, his effort, his feelings. everything stood there, freezed. relying on your reaction, waiting. certainly not patiently, but waiting

he was, nervous? he doesn’t really know. his heart felt like stopping from how fast it was beating, and he was breathing so harshly that he even felt dizzy for a moment. this is all new to him, and he wasn’t sure if he was really enjoying it anymore

so this is love? ew

until you crouched in front of him, and folded the tiny piece of paper on a square, holding it close to your chest. you looked at him tenderly, and smiled

-this is really nice of you, manjiro. your writing improved a lot, i’m very proud of you- you even noticed that -you really think so?- his eyes were glowing. compliments fell on his ears every once in a while, in the dojo and sometimes at school. but hearing it from you was a diferent level, you were that special, and you had no idea -yeah, of course. and also, you know i like you too, mikey you leaned closer and smooched his left cheek twice, leaving marks of your cherry chapstick all over it -be good, okay? and be sure to thank miss yukishi for teaching you what you now know, treat her nicely and be grateful always, can you do that for me? you were well aware of his blind hatred to miss yukishi, and with this, you hoped he learned a lesson. he was a kid after all, and he still needed to learn about a lot of things -sure thing. can i ask you something too? you hummed, stroking his hair gently, placing his gold locks behind his ear, carefully listening his words -can you give me another kiss? -hey!

before shinichiro could even bark again, you grabbed his face and another big loud kiss was now planted on his right cheek. from all the smeared balm you couldn’t really see if it was a natural nervous blush or the cosmetic pigment, but you decided to believe it was the first option, and your smile went wider -there. now i payed my debt, right? -can i have another? -absolutely not, go get a shower or something. we are going out- shinichiro interrupted, stepping between your crouched figure and his brother -whatever, mom -yeah, yeah. go to your room, you smurf

-thanks again mikey, i loved it

you loved it

-before you leave, i want to know something

you and shinichiro were going out together, and he was staying at home, as usual. other times, when the two of you spend time alone, he is left with this certain sensation of emptyness that makes him sleepy and uneasy. but now, this feeling in his heart is due the way he emptied it completely that night, he wasn’t glad you were his brother’s, but you were aware of how he felt, and not only that, you even said you liked him too, so he was content. you even kissed him three times

he was so ready for not washing his face in months and running tomorrow to the dojo to show keisuke your marks on his cheeks

oh, first love 

-are you serious right now? -let him talk, shin- the older one rolled his eyes, squeezing your hand tighter

-can i be next? -next in what? -when you get rid of my brother, can i be your next man? -are you sure you are four years old, manjiro? -sadly, yes -that’s it, you are done

a sweet thing called love

for tiny mikey

@keizos @kallikrein @nozomiasl @saturnmitsuya @souyawn @mqtsuno @blondbirb @lostinthe-jojos felt like tagging you guys, hope you all like it ! ♡

-have you gone insane, mikey?! -emma! your dolls are dead! -no! mikey! i’m sorry!

kindergarten it’s a weird period of a person’s life. and to manjiro sano, it was no exception

he couldn’t complain though. barely assisting to the classroom, spending the day eating in his seat, watching other kids do the things that, well, kids do. and ignoring his exhausted and poorly paid teachers, observing them while they attempted to get the class attention, unimpressed and mostly bored. he has always been a reserved and mature (only when he felt like it) kid. certainly one of a kind

there were actually just a few things he could count with his palm that caught his attention, but they were all outside school and all involving his older brother at some point 1. his motorcycle 2. his gang 3. all types of candy  4. showing off his talent at the dojo 5. and his brother somewhat girlfriend this last point, we could say, it’s the most important for him now

it was tuesday, and on tuesdays, mikey has a two hours class with miss yukishi, an elder woman that imparts writing to the lower grades. she has decades of experience at his school and an impeccable record in the field of teaching

mikey didn’t like her class at all, simply because he always had work to do as shameless as it sounds, and she smelled like rosemary and wet soil much to mikey’s disguise. but she was kind after all, one of the few professors that managed to get him to focus. and on that particular day, he felt like attending and giving her a chance. mistake or not, he was surely glad he took the decision to be present

the assignment for the day, was writing a note with a minimum extension of 10 words, to whoever he wanted about any topic. his options were:

his older brother, no. he is dumb his little sister, no. she will make fun of him his grandpa, no. he is busy and he probably don’t like those kind of things keisuke from the dojo, no. he is even dumber y/n from his brother middle school oh, y/n from his brother middle school

young manjiro thought about love the same way he felt about santa claus. an illusion, something that makes people freak out, and act stupidly. he was used to feel embarrassed of his brother and the weird things he did for girls, so he swore to the gods that he would never lacerate his dignity like that. until he met you

see, he never felt attracted to any of his classmates, of course not. girls his age were missing teeth, wore funny pigtails, used too much glitter on their school artwork and were extremely nosy. they bothered him. while you, you were quiet and sweet, way too tall compared to his diminute height, your hair was perfectly combed and you always smelled nice. besides, the best thing of all, you hanged around his house sometimes, and you always watched him practice at the dojo, complimenting him and bringing him snacks. you were amiable, you were pretty

and he likes pretty things he likes pretty victory, he likes pretty praise, he likes pretty candy, he likes pretty girls like you

so one day, he definitely saw why his brother was whipped for you, he understood it and reciprocated it, much to shinichiro’s misfortune

he vividly remembers a few nights ago, catching the two of you sharing a few pecks on the lips in his house backyard, when you both thought no one would see you. and it certainly was a strange feeling for him, like when you want something from a store and you arrive just in time to see that someone else is taking the last piece, exactly like that. he was mad, he frowned, and he went to sleep without having dinner

a very much concerning thing coming from him

in that moment, he decided that he was taking action by himself, and with miss yukishi most recent assignment, he had a plan

you might have shared some kisses or whatever disgusting things, but he knew his older brother was a dumbass and that he probably hasn’t asked you out yet. so he was taking advantage on that later, mostly like plan b. for now, the card was his holy grail

a couple of classes later, staying a few hours after school time for practicing, some elderly advices for troubles with the ladies and thousands of attemps in the trashing can, he finally wrote something eligible. miss yukishi was patient and she was good at what she did, so little manjiro finally accepted her to what she truly was, a great teacher

now, he just had to give it to you

but how?

it shouldn’t be that hard, right?

-how did you dare to write stuff like this to my girl?! you tryin’ to ask her out or something?!

the thing is that, emma found the card under mikey’s pillow while roaming curiously on his room and she had the brilliant idea to run to shinichiro and make fun of him together. it seemed like a good plan for starters, until the older one figured out who the card was for, and his burlesque smiled turned into a disgusted grimace

-she is not your girl yet! you are a coward enough to not make a move, so i will beat you to it!

lie his brother was a lot of things to him, a prick, a pathetic gangster wannabe and a lovefool. but shinichiro sano was not a coward, and he was just talking things that he knew would get on his nerves. a risky road to take, indeed

-that’s so not happening! and it is actually not your problem! thank god emma told me about this -she is a snitch! snitches deserve to die!

the little girl was hiding under his big brother’s leg, fearing for her life and the safety of her toys. fat, hot tears falling from her cheeks, regretful. that’s just how kids were, doing things without thinking. she didn’t expect all of this to happen, not at all

-hey! apologize to her! and to me too! how can you stab your brother from the back like that, huh?! -you both can kiss my butt! -you little shi-

-good evening, grandpa sano. can i come in?

the three pair of eyes gleamed and directed down the hall at the same time, where your voice was heard

-she is here!

emma screamed and mikey jumped to snatch the piece of paper from his brother’s hand, running to you -give me that! -no! y/n! don’t read anything he gives you!

you were just greeting grandpa sano, and in an instant, you felt the three of them ambushing you

-hi y/n. this is for you, i wrote it. open it now- mikey was sweating and clinging to your waist, subsequently grabbing your hand and carefully placing the piece of paper inside. it was not just paper, actually. it was his tiny heart, his innocent emotions harboring for the first time, all of this, in your palm -huh? are you guys okay? -please don’t- shinichiro was practically on the floor, with pleading eyes. what the hell was going on? -please hurry, could you read it now? -o-okay, calm down you too

they didn’t even greet you, and you noticed emma’s watering eyes, something you will take care of after this mess. you needed to open it

and when you did, it had the words

you are sweet like dorayaki that is why i like you

mikey

it was done, you read it. he followed your eyes scan the paper in front of him, his effort, his feelings. everything stood there, freezed. relying on your reaction, waiting. certainly not patiently, but waiting

he was, nervous? he doesn’t really know. his heart felt like stopping from how fast it was beating, and he was breathing so harshly that he even felt dizzy for a moment. this is all new to him, and he wasn’t sure if he was really enjoying it anymore

so this is love? ew

until you crouched in front of him, and folded the tiny piece of paper on a square, holding it close to your chest. you looked at him tenderly, and smiled

-this is really nice of you, manjiro. your writing improved a lot, i’m very proud of you- you even noticed that -you really think so?- his eyes were glowing. compliments fell on his ears every once in a while, in the dojo and sometimes at school. but hearing it from you was a diferent level, you were that special, and you had no idea -yeah, of course. and also, you know i like you too, mikey you leaned closer and smooched his left cheek twice, leaving marks of your cherry chapstick all over it -be good, okay? and be sure to thank miss yukishi for teaching you what you now know, treat her nicely and be grateful always, can you do that for me? you were well aware of his blind hatred to miss yukishi, and with this, you hoped he learned a lesson. he was a kid after all, and he still needed to learn about a lot of things -sure thing. can i ask you something too? you hummed, stroking his hair gently, placing his gold locks behind his ear, carefully listening his words -can you give me another kiss? -hey!

before shinichiro could even bark again, you grabbed his face and another big loud kiss was now planted on his right cheek. from all the smeared balm you couldn’t really see if it was a natural nervous blush or the cosmetic pigment, but you decided to believe it was the first option, and your smile went wider -there. now i payed my debt, right? -can i have another? -absolutely not, go get a shower or something. we are going out- shinichiro interrupted -whatever, mom -yeah, yeah. go to your room, you smurf

-thanks again mikey, i loved it

you loved it

-before you leave, i want to know something

you and shinichiro were going out together, and he was staying at home, as usual. other times, when the two of you spend time alone, he is left with this certain sensation of emptyness that makes him sleepy and uneasy. but now, this feeling in his heart is due the way he emptied it completely that night, he wasn’t glad you were his brother’s, but you were aware of how he felt, and not only that, you even said you liked him too, so he was content. you even kissed him three times

he was so ready for not taking a bath in months and running tomorrow to the dojo to show keisuke your marks on his cheeks

oh, first love 

-are you serious right now? -let him talk, shin- the older one rolled his eyes, squeezing your hand tighter

-can i be next? -next in what? -when you get rid of my brother, can i be your next man? -are you sure you are four years old, manjiro? -sadly, yes -that’s it, you are done

is there a possibility for you to make a dating hanma shuji moodboard? thank u and hope u have a good day/night!!

Dating Hanma Shuji <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : ofc!!! hopefully this is okay! 💕

CAN U PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLS MAKE A MOOD BOARD FOR DATING INUI SEISHU PLSPLSPLSPLSPLS

Dating Inui Seishu <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : hopefully this is okay!! ^^

Hi hi hi could I request a dating Shion Madarame mood board? I see so little rom content of him but he's just a silly guy and I love him

Dating Shion Madarame <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : it makes me sad with how little rom content there is abt him :( I honestly need this relationship energy so bad—

may i request a mood board of dating takashi mitsuya pls??

Dating Takashi Mitsuya <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : ofc!! here ya go (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

tokyo revengers ⇢ YOU’RE TOO DRUNK TO RECOGNIZE YOUR BOYFRIEND

ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani, ran haitani & shuji hanma

warnings: alcohol and a very hammered reader. the boys are more responsible than you <3

this is one of the rare occurrences wherein MIKEY actually shares his food. when you’ve finally given up on fighting him for the last bottle of alcohol, you start whining about your sudden hunger so he slides his plate of nachos over to you. he watches you eye it for a second before you drag your gaze up to him. “i have a boyfriend you know?” you tell him, your attempt to be menacing coming out pathetically as the attitude dripping from your tone is dampened by your slurred speech. mikey doesn’t need the club to be well lit. the strobe lights already illuminate your face enough for him to get a clear view of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. “i know,” he confirms with a tinge of exasperation, “because it’s me. mikey. your boyfriend.” he emphasizes his last words, his last effort to knock some sense into you but you only let out a cackle which catches him off guard. “nice try but mikey never shares his food.”

“that’s enough.” DRAKEN snatches the last of your many drinks for the night before you can gulp it down. being the perceptive boyfriend he is, he can already hear the complaint that’s about to slip from your tongue so he’s quick to pull you by the wrist, up from your seat and out the door. “where are you taking me?” you ask as clearly as your drunken state can let you—not so much but enough for your boyfriend to understand. “home.” at his curt reply, you yank your hand from his grip with a strength that startles even toman’s former vice president. “what the hell are you doing?” draken hisses lest you make a scene in public. “i’m calling my boyfriend,” you warn him, “bet he can kick your ass.” “yeah? i’d like to see him try.” he dismisses your empty threat, reaching for you once more to guide you to the exit but upon hearing a few whispers from prying strangers who are clearly getting the wrong idea, he stops in his tracks and turns to no one in particular, no longer caring about whatever commotion he may cause as his voice booms over the loud music: “i’m the boyfriend!”

“let me go!” you relentlessly thrash around, yelling out threats of calling your boyfriend, while BAJI—the boyfriend in question—pulls you into an empty alleyway to avoid any possible public humiliation for the both of you. “fuck,” he huffs out a breath, “when did you get this strong?” some time in the night, he’s tuned you out telling him off, on a sole mission to stop you from drinking more than you already have. and he’s relieved he managed to get you out of the bar—that is until he hears a weird noise coming from you. “wh-” baji doesn’t get the chance to utter a single word as you begin to throw up. in a panic, he hastily puts your hair up with his spare tie before rubbing soothing circles on your back. your hair looks real messy, he notes, but that’s the least of his worries. “you feeling better?” he checks on you after a while, only to be met by more retching, making him grumble to himself, “and i get an earful when i drink too much.”

MITSUYA is helping you get on your feet—sweet boyfriend he is—but as soon as you find your footing, you give him a hefty shove. “i have a boyfriend, jackass!” you seethe, too drunk to recognize him, and all he can do is sigh as he regains his balance. “yes. me.” something clicks in your brain at his response and you squint your eyes to get a better look at him. “takashi?” “hi, love.” and just like that, you perk up, your mouth stretching into a wide grin. “taka,” you squeal, excitement coursing through your veins when you recognize your boyfriend, “hiiiii~” he laughs at the shift in your tone and takes the opportunity to slide an arm around your waist once more. “let’s get you home okay?” “mhm.” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you with ease. mitsuya assumes you’re fast asleep until a few minutes later, you mumble something against his skin, “someone tried to flirt with me but i said no.” a chuckle bubbles past his lips as he adjusts his hold on you. “really?” “mhm,” you nod into his neck as you snuggle closer, “i only love you.” “i love you more.” “love you most,” you reply before soft snores fall from your lips and your breathing evens out.

you’re rambling about RINDOU to rindou himself, going on and on about the reasons that made you fall in love with him. and while you’re occasionally interrupted by your hiccups, he patiently listens to your every word then he hears a “but.” the ways you describe him next are less flattering, less romantic—how he tries so hard to act indifferent to your cooing as if the tips of his ears don’t instantly turn red. or how he has a permanent scowl etched on his face. and other things you already tell him even when you’re sober. “he’s really lucky he doesn’t have any wrinkles yet,” you add with a giggle. “you’re really annoying when you’re drunk, you know that?” despite the lack of lighting in the club, rindou doesn’t miss the shock washing over you, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “what?” your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip starts to wobble, making rindou release another groan. “for fuck’s sake.”

in spite of your insistence to stay at the club, RAN easily managed to drag you to his car. this isn’t his first rodeo. as an older brother, he has had to deal with rindou when he was blackout drunk. “where are we going?” you mumble as you begin to stir in the passenger seat. “home.” “i wanna see ran.” your boyfriend throws you a quick glance—your eyes remain closed and the rest of your words are incomprehensible—before he focuses back on the road. amused by your drunken state, he plays along. “alright, we’re going to ran.” the stretch of silence that follows is cut short when you speak again, “i’m thirsty.” so ran makes a quick stop at a convenience store, coming back shortly with a bottle in hand. he unscrews the cap before he gives you the drink, “careful.” you take a big gulp, instantly grimacing at the taste and it elicits a snort from your boyfriend. “what is this?” “water.”

“want more,” you slur. across from you, HANMA watches as you clumsily reach for the empty shot glasses on the table, flipping them upside down as if more alcohol will magically appear. he’s not going to lie—he finds it funny. entertaining, even. and if the circumstances were any different, he would’ve even encouraged this behavior. but he’s your boyfriend now and if there’s one thing he truly cares about, it’s you. drunk out of your wits, you don’t notice when hanma slides out of the booth until he’s soon presenting two more glasses to you. even though the contents are the same, he asks you to choose, “which one?” “hmm… that.” before you can get your hands on your drink, hanma intercepts and downs it in one go. you’re about to protest when he throws you over his shoulder and chugs the other drink out of your sight before heading for the exit. “let’s go.”

his resting baby angel ♡ 

synopsis: how i think the tokrev boys would react to you being asleep. 

characters: mikey, chifuyu, mitsuya, sanzu, kakucho, izana, ran, rindou, hanma, kisaki 

note/s: wow,,, okay,, i think i overestimated myself with this so i feel like i didn’t i repeated a few scenes buT THAT ISN’T THE POINT OKAY !!! anw, watch me crawl up my blanket because i spent three hours on this, also... new writing style, lmk what you think! special tag for @manjjiros bc kisaki 🫶(kakucho tag for @kakujis )

mikey opens the door with the wood hitting the wall loudly, he was smiling from ear to ear, wanting to share what happened to his day, his gang had beaten up another and toman has effectively gained new members due to that incident and he couldn’t wait to gloat, but he stops in his tracks as he sees your form cuddled up against a plushie almost as tall as him (he’s very offended). he pouts as he climbs up the bed and carelessly opens your arms that were holding the plush animal. in such a deep sleep, you didn’t wake up and mikey pulled your form closer to his. his hand manipulating your arm and leg so that it wraps around him the same way that you wrapped around the plushie. with a quick kiss to your lips, he pouts. “i’m a much better cuddle buddy than that plush, you know?” he whines softly to your unconscious form as he lulls himself to sleep with the sound of your beating heart.

home dates were chifuyu were always a fun activity to do, seeing as you and him don’t have the money to spend on extravagant dates on a daily basis. your hangouts consisted of you on his bed, or on top of him, in his bed– not in a sexual way, usually with you on his back as he lies chest down on the bed, you served as his personal weighted blanket and he served as your mattress. the both of you were catching up on the latest chapters of the books or mangas that you read before you felt a wave of sleepiness overtake you, the atmosphere in the room was comforting and you couldn’t help but let out a soundless yawn. chifuyu takes no notice and continues reading his manga for a few minutes before he finds himself getting hungry. “baby, you want to get delivery?” receiving no response, he feels your chest take in deep, slow breaths and he chuckles to himself as he realizes you dozed right on top of him. chifuyu picks up his manga and turns to another page as he lets you take your rest. “we’re so getting yakisoba when you wake up, you can’t complain. you’re asleep <3”

with a sigh, mitsuya pushes the door to their apartment building open. he just had about a rough day, having to pry away baji from causing unnecessary commotion, having to ensure that toman’s uniforms were still in top shape (because he’d be pissed off for an entire week if he had to ask his sewing club members to patch up uniforms again) he was quiet for a moment, basking in the few seconds of silence he has before he has to accommodate his younger sisters’ woes and tantrums, but he was pleasantly surprised as he hear no signs of any noise, that pleasant feeling turned into paranoia as he immediately darts to their room, thinking the worst. he heaves out a sigh of relief as he sees you in the middle of mana and luna, sound asleep with your arms protectively wrapped around the younger mitsuyas. mitsuya smiles at the scene and takes a photo, making it into his lockscreen before he adjusts the blanket that covers the three of you. “‘m really lucky to have you, you know?” he whispers to your unconscious state as he presses a soft yet sincere kiss on your forehead. 

“are you sure you ain’t bored yet, sweetheart?” sanzu asks as he writes down his signature on the document he possessed. you shook your head no as you scrolled through your phone, you assured him that you were fine with it as you settled more comfortably on his lap. sanzu knew that he wanted to spend time with you, but with the amount of paperwork that piled up while he was away, he knew had to finish them but he couldn’t just say no to you when you asked to spend time with him so this was him killing two birds with one stone. sanzu doesn’t know how long he was focused on his paperwork, his one hand on your back motioning soothing circles on your back and his other scribbling away on his work. but he stops in his tracks once he hears a soft snore escape your lips, twin scars twitch upwards as he presses a peck on your cheek, nuzzling your head deeper into his neck, “‘’re always so cute, sweetheart. rest well.”

the movie was boring. kakucho seems to think so as his heterochromatic eyes were lidded as he tries to focus on the movie the both of you were watching. it wasn’t as if kakucho wasn’t interested at all, trust him, he tried being engaged to the film that you suggested, at the get go, it sounded like something that he would just scroll past as he browses for shows to watched but you just seemed so excited and how could he ever say no to you? so he keeps his eyes trained to the tv and his arm wrapped around you as your body was sagged at his side, using him as a pillow. the scenes of the movie were getting more and more interesting until it reached a point that it made him chuckle for a bit, his head turns to the side as he watches for your reaction, only to see you with your eyes closed, mouth dropped as you dozed off, kakucho could see a trail of drool forming on the side of your face and getting on his hoodie but he only looks at you fondly as he wipes it away and situates you into a better position, continuing to watch the show. “you know, this show isn’t as bad as i thought.” he says as he continues watching, giving you swift pecks every now and then. 

when you mention your inability to sleep to your boyfriend, izana immediately picks you up and drives you to his favorite spot at three am, izana ensures your comfort as he lets you use his coat as a pillow. the two of you stared at the night sky and before you knew it, izana told you all about how he and kakucho used to stare at the sky and count snowflakes, seeing as no snow was falling as it wasn’t anywhere near christmas, you suggested counting stars and izana chuckles as he mentally counts with you. by the thirtieth star, he can hear your voice grow softer and softer, izana scoffed with a smile on his face as he realizes you fell asleep in his presence. “go and sleep, mahal. no one’s going to hurt you, not while i’m here.”  his comforting voice lulls you to sleep and you find yourself in the arms of your king as he continues counting the stars on your behalf. 

it wasn’t like ran to come home late, but seeing as a couple of hoodlums decided that he was an easy target because he was alone, he knew he had to teach them a lesson because he can’t have weak hoodlums thinking that they can outtake haitani ran. he comes home later that night, you were immediately doting on him, asking him what happened, if he’s severely injured, or if he’s eaten, he waves all your questions with his answers as he cleans himself before he joins you to bed. “doll, what time do i wake you up tomorrow?” receiving no response, he peeks his head out of the bathroom to look at you. ran lets out a scoff as an annoyed expression overtakes his features, he finishes up quickly before he pulls you into his arms, huffing under his breath. “no fair. you should’ve waited for me.” he breathes softly into your neck as he inhales your scent, closing his eyes and chasing the feeling of sleep with you in his arms.

when rindou called you up to hang out, you were not expecting him to just have you on display as he does his workout, with his fucking earphones on. so really, what was the point of you being there? “just twenty more minutes, babe. just have to finish this set up.” rindou says as he answers your question when you asked how long until he’s done. you sighed as you try to lie down comfortably on the bench press, it smelt slightly of sweat but the scent of his body wash overtakes the smell so it didn’t seem as gross, you draped your arm across your eyes, covering the light that was directly under you as you mentally counted the seconds of twenty minutes. you weren’t aware that you even fell asleep until you woke up to rindou squatting down and standing back up with you in his arms, motherfucker was using you as a dumbbell.

to say that hanma unknowingly drags you into the havoc known as his life would be an understatement. if you were to count the amount of times you had to standby and watch as hanma body slams a hoodlum who attempted to touch you while you were with him, you’d count to four, which isn’t a lot but it was weird it happened four times. the two of you were walking home from a date when a delinquent attempted to beat hanma up, “hey dollface, go sit by the bench, this wouldn't take long.” you roll your eyes as you heed his words, not wanting to waste more time as you were full and kind of tired. you sat on the bench, leaning your head over the backrest as you watched the fight with droopy eyes and an unimpressed look on your face. “dollface! did you see what i did? did you see how i pummeled him to the– oh.” hanma smiles giddily at the sight of you asleep, he wordlessly carries you on his back as he walks the way home. “that fight was boring. i would’ve fallen asleep too.” 

you piled up the last of kisaki’s paperwork and looked at him with a tired expression. “can we go now?” you asked as you settled on the couch with his coat wrapped around you. “i still have some paperwork to do.” kisaki answers as he takes a new stack and pushes his glasses up. the groan you let out almost made him want to chuckle but he held his laughter as you unconsciously pouted and made yourself smaller with his suit jacket. the pinstripe pattern complimenting your figure and he finds himself biting his lip discreetly. he sighs as you pull out your phone, set on ignoring him as punishment for bringing you in the office and allowing yourself to be bored. kisaki dives into his paperwork, not noticing how hours flew by. “do you want to use my card to buy yourself something pretty, doll?” kisaki asks, not looking up. receiving no response, he looked up and couldn’t help the grin that invaded his features as he sees you softly snoring at his couch. he went over to you, adjusting the makeshift blanket and pillow on your head before he looks at you with a gaze that he’d rather be caught dead than be caught with it. “you have no idea how much you mean to me, dove.” before he kisses your forehead and goes back to signing his name on the documents. 

note/s: wow rhy's borders are working overtime today tysm rhy for the borders if you ever see this ily

tokyo revengers ⇢ WOULD YOU KISS ME FOR $10 OR THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD FOR $700?

ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani & shuji hanma x f!reader (separate)

“wow,” you drawl when MIKEY doesn’t have an immediate answer, “you’re actually thinking about it.” “i like kissing you. i love it. but baby,” his voice raises slightly in urgency, “that’s 700 bucks.” sure, the question was hypothetical but that’s not the point. “so you don’t think i’m the prettiest girl in the world?” mikey only tilts his head, confused by the accusation in your tone, then his body goes rigid upon registering what you meant. “no, wait. i do!”

“the prettiest girl in the world,” DRAKEN answers in a heartbeat. “and that’s who?” you quiz him in jest which makes him chuckle. “you, of course.” “right answer.” you beam at him before you lean in for a kiss, humming against his lips in satisfaction when he pulls you closer. soon, you feel him smirking against yours. “that would be 710 dollars.”

“you,” MITSUYA says with no hesitation followed by a gentle press of his lips on yours and warmth quickly blooms in your chest. “always you,” he adds. when it comes to showing affection, he has always been direct and this time is no exception. but you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t tease him, “you know someone prettier than me?” he blinks at that, stunned and stupefied by your words, “what?”

RINDOU only stares at you, expecting you to break character and say you’re messing with him but the expectant look on your face remains as you wait for him to answer so he does: “you.” “do you think i’m the prettiest girl in the world?” “i do.” you can tell rindou’s being sincere but you don’t miss the subtle quirk of his lips before he continues, “but i doubt you have 700 dollars.”

“baby, you’re worth more than 10 dollars,” HANMA exclaims and with a smile, you dare him to name a price. “how much am i worth then?” “a thousand,” he says too confidently you can’t help but coo at him. “you’re too sweet.” his mouth stretches into a wide grin, satisfied with himself, and gives you a peck on the lips but not without a brief snicker. when he pulls away, there’s a glint of mischief in his eye. “you owe me a grand.”

ran, one of the best father 🫶

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𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 !

pairings: bonten dad!haitani ran x fem!reader

genre: fluff ☁️ + vvv slight suggestiveness 💫

summary: in which dad!ran gets woken up by his five-year-old daughter who wants him to braid her hair prettily for school as he had promised.

word count: 3.7k

author’s note: are we surprised that I wrote about ran? nope. couldn’t resist it because i was inspired by this fanart i saw on twitter link and uGh kinda wanna make a mini series to include rin + sanzu now \(//∇//)\ but we’ll see!! also, sorry for any errors >_<

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“Mummy, what time is Daddy gonna wake up?” Asked your five-year-old daughter as she gazed up at you with those bright lavender hues, one of the many things she inherited from her dad, from where she sat on the bar stool. 

You paused from spreading the blueberry jam on the toast in your hand to glance at the clock. The time was seven in the morning—a time that the Haitani Ran, your husband, was not known for waking up on his day off. 

You knew your husband’s sleeping habits and that he would wake up at ungodly hours from a long slumber. Sometimes you wouldn’t even see him around throughout the day because he had cooped himself up in the bedroom, sleeping away in your shared king-size bed. And especially with those expensive silk sheets he specifically bought, it was even more challenging for him to get up. 

A sigh softly left your lips before you turned back to face your daughter. “Not any time soon, hon.” As you finished spreading the jam onto the toast, you placed it on the plate before pushing it across the counter for your daughter to eat. “Why, what’s wrong?” 

You look at your daughter with curious eyes, waiting for her reply. She made a reach for the plate and grabbed a toast. Bringing the food up to her lips, she took a bite and munched away before swallowing it down. “Could you wake him up? He promised to braid my hair for school today!” 

Your eyes widened in surprise. “He did? When?” 

“It was before Daddy had to go on his business trip,” your daughter answered with a pout as she ate her toast sadly. 

Your lips formed into an ‘o’ shape while nodding in understanding. That said “business trip” wasn’t just any regular and innocent trip that you’d expect as an office worker would do. No, it was a business trip that involved illegal transactions of drugs and arms—just your typical gang organisation things. But your little five-year-old daughter doesn’t know that. 

And it was late last night that Ran had flown back home after a successful deal. You were waiting up for him as he came stumbling through the front door around two in the morning, welcoming him home into your warm arms before he crashed onto the bed, drained and jet-lagged after the long week. 

“Do you think…he forgot?” You heard your daughter hesitantly ask with beady eyes that looked as though she could cry any moment. 

“Oh, honey, no.” You began to approach her while shaking your head profusely. “Don’t say that. Daddy would never forget.” 

Crouching down to her eye level, you felt your heart sink in your chest over the expression on your five-year-old daughter’s face. Her smooth features were now wrinkled with a frown as she casts her eyes down, avoiding your gaze. 

“Really?” She sniffled lightly as you gently stroke her long hair comfortingly. 

From where you guys were in the kitchen, you could hear Ran’s light snores coming from the bedroom where the door was left open ajar, indicating the deep sleep he was in. You slowly sucked in a breath, eyes gazing into the bedroom where you knew your husband was wrapped up like a cocoon in the blankets, all cosied up. A part of you felt bad for interrupting the man’s rest, but the brokenhearted sight of your little girl got the better of you. 

You knew how important it must be for your daughter to have her dad do her hair this morning. It was definitely a moment you didn’t want her to have a sad memory of, nor did you want Ran to upset his little girl either. Thus, you put on a brave face and smiled to cheer her up. 

“Really.” You nodded your head in resolute. “Look, why don’t we go wake your dad up right now?” 

Upon hearing that, her features significantly brightened up as a grin stretched on her lips and she began bouncing excitedly in her seat. “Can we?” 

“Why not? C’mon, let’s go!” Lifting your daughter up from her seat, you put her down till her small feet touched the floor. Then, with an outstretched hand, you offered it to her. “Shall we?” 

She nodded her head eagerly. “Yes!” 

Her small hand latched onto yours and you both held onto each other tightly while making your way to the master bedroom. All the while, there was a skip in the little girl’s step as she practically almost dragged you along behind her. Giggles left your lips as you let her pull you. 

As you guys approach the bedroom, Ran’s snore grew louder till you both were right outside. However, your daughter immediately halted at the threshold of the room, seeming to have frozen as you almost bumped into her. 

Glancing down at her with a confused look, you asked, “What’s wrong?” 

“What’s that scary noise?” she timidly asked, going around to hide behind your legs in fear. 

You chuckled, reaching a hand down to pat her head. “It’s just daddy’s snoring, honey. Nothing to be scared of.” 

“It’s loud…like a monster,” she answered, peaking her head behind your legs to look into the dark abyss of the bedroom. “I’m scared…” 

“Don’t worry, there are no monsters,” you tried to reassure her, but you felt her tiny hands clutched onto your pyjamas tightly. With a soft sigh, you suggested, “Why don’t we go in together? Mummy is here to protect you.” 

“Okay…” she replied, though there were doubts clouding her lavender eyes. “But you go in first, Mummy…” 

You had to stifle a laugh at your daughter’s behaviour. “Alright, just stay close to me, okay?” 

She nodded her head firmly, determined to stick right by your side as she almost clung to your leg. You stepped inside the bedroom and were immediately hit with Ran’s familiar scent that engulfed the whole space. Your lips quirked into a smile. It was a scent you dearly missed while he was away, and you were glad to have him back. 

Your eyes adjust to the darkness of the room as they swept across until they finally pinpointed a figure lying asleep in bed. There, with an arm sticking out from underneath the covers at an awkward angle was Ran. Pillows surrounded him like a cloud, which you were sure must’ve felt heavenly. 

He’s so cute, you thought quietly to yourself at the sight of your man like this. It sometimes bewilders you that this man is actually a dangerous criminal who was completely capable of murdering someone. This man, who cherishes his beauty sleep more than anything in this world—aside from you and your daughter, of course. 

“He’s still asleep, let’s gently wake him up, okay?” you whispered, earning a nod from your daughter as she tentatively stepped out from behind your legs that had provided her safety. 

You lifted her up onto the bed so that she could crawl over to him. Her small figure carefully trod along the sea of the huge comforter that spanned the entire bed. You watched her before climbing onto the bed as well and scooching over to Ran’s side. 

“Daddy…wake up,” your daughter whispered into the dark. As you both waited for a few seconds, she turned to look at you with a confused expression. 

“I’ll try,” you whispered back. Shifting into a comfortable position, you gently shook his sleeping body awake. “Ran…wake up.” 

Again, no response from the lilac-haired man as he continued to sleep soundly without a care in this world. 

“Daddy…!” Your daughter began to whisper-shouted into his ears, seeming to have grown a little frustrated. “Wake up… Wake up!” 

That seemed to work a little as Ran was starting to stir in his sleep. “Mm… Five more minutes…” he mumbled almost incoherently before falling silent again. 

The corner of your lips frowned as you tried again, “Ran, honey, wake up.” 

“Yes, wake up, Dad!” Your daughter joined in as she now used her tiny hands to shake Ran’s shoulders with all her might. “Don’t you remember what you promised me today?” 

A muffled groan sounded from Ran as he snuggled deeper into the covers to shield himself. “Did I promise to buy you another doll house? If so, I’ll place an order when I wake up later…” 

That halted your daughter’s movement and a smile flashed on her lips before it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Blinking a couple of times, she resumed shaking Ran’s shoulders. “No, not that! Don’t tell me you forgot about it.” 

Slowly, Ran drew the covers down over his head, looking disoriented with his weary lavender eyes and his messy bedhead hair that sat atop his head. Twisting around to face you, his eyes shot you a confused look, as though communicating for some assistance from you. 

“She means that you had promised her something before you went on your business trip last week, remember?” you explained vaguely, not wanting to give it all away. 

“Something I had promised before my business trip…?” he murmured to himself, squeezing his eyes shut while wracking his brain to recall what he had promised. All the while, your daughter was whining into his ears and shaking him nonstop. “Sweetie, stop shaking me, please. Daddy can’t think properly right now.” 

“No! I won’t stop until you remember it!” Protested your daughter, who continued to relentlessly shake him awake. “You promised me!” 

With a loud exhale, Ran snapped his neck over to look at his little with narrowed eyes. “Well, if you’re not gonna stop, the tickle monster is going to come get you!” Ran threatened, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he brought his hands up and began wiggling his fingers. 

Her eyes briefly glanced at his hands before they returned to shoot him a defiant look. “I’m not scared of that anymore!” She puffed, pulling her arms back to cross them over her chest with a pout. 

“Oh really? You’re not scared of the tickle monster anymore?” Ran challenged, quirking a brow. 

“Mhm! That’s childish,” she retorted, and you almost choked on your saliva over her words. “I’m a big girl now.” 

Where did she learn to say that? You thought to yourself. 

“Hm… If it’s childish,” carefully, Ran inched closer to your daughter with a smirk toying on his lips, “let’s see how you deal with it then!” And without warning, he immediately swooped the little girl into his arms, pulling her close to his chest and trapping her with tickles all over. 

The sound of your daughter’s infectious giggles soon flooded the entire room as she squealed and squirmed uncontrollably in her dad’s arms. You couldn’t help but laugh at the two of them. 

“Dad, stop—!” She spoke in between fits of laughter. “It tickles!” 

“Does it?” Ran rhetorically asked while tilting his head to the side. “I thought someone said she’s a ‘big girl’ now, hm?” 

“I am!” 

“I don’t believe you,” he teased, his fingers running all over the little girl’s body. 

“Mummy, help me!” your daughter cried as she turned to look at you with a flushed red face. 

You were about to reach over to pry Ran’s hand away when he also turned to give you a pointed look. “If you help her,” he started, a glint momentarily flashing in his eyes, “you’ll face your own punishment later.” 

Hearing that suggestive undertone in his words, your cheeks immediately went up in flames as you playfully smacked at his arm. “Ran! Don’t say that in front of her.” 

Ran was about to respond when your daughter’s voice cuts him off first, “You’ll give Mummy a punishment?” She looked up at Ran with a pleading look. “Don’t punish Mummy, Daddy!” 

Immediately, Ran stopped tickling as his eyes grew wide like saucers. “No, no… Daddy did not mean it in a bad way, sweetie. It’s more of a…” he paused, his brows drawing together as he tried to find the right words to say. You watched with curiosity, eager to know how he was going to explain to a five-year-old kid. “A g-good punishment…?” 

Your daughter stared up at him, head tilting to the side in puzzlement. “A good punishment? But you always said punishments are bad…” 

“I-I know said that, sweetheart. But this is a different type of punishment,” Ran explained. Then, his eyes swept over to you with a smirk, to which you narrow at him in suspicion. “It’s a punishment that you’re Mummy enjoys, so it is not hurting her.” 

Your jaw dropped to the floor over Ran’s words. “Babe! Stop ruining her innocent thoughts!” 

“What? It’s not like I had said something explicit,” he defended, a sly grin tugging on the corner of his lips. “Although, I can show you what I have in mind later.” He shot you a teasing wink, which shouldn’t have made your heart do somersaults in your chest, especially not at this moment. 

“Really? Then I want a punishment too!” your daughter exclaimed.

At that, both you and Ran snapped your heads over to look at her before responding with an astounding, “No!” in union. 

“Hey, why don’t we start getting ready for school, hm?” You quickly changed the subject with a nervous chuckle. “It’s already seven-thirty, and you,” you faced your daughter with a pointed look, “need to be out of the door by eight-thirty.” 

“But what about Daddy?” she asked. “Are you still going to braid my hair for school today?” 

As if hit with a sudden realisation, Ran smacked himself on the forehead. “That’s what I had promised! Fuck, I had nearly forgotten about that.” 

Immediately, your hands shot out to cover the little girl’s ears. “Don’t curse in front of our daughter!” 

Ran just stared at you with no remorse. “Stop worrying so much, honey. She’s going to eventually learn the word one day. Might as well teach her young.” 

As if your jaw couldn’t have fallen further, you gaped stupidly at him. “Just how do you want to bring up our daughter, Ran?” 

“Dunno,” he shrugged. “But definitely a daddy’s little girl. Think of a mini version of me.” 

She’s already a mini version of you, you wanted to say but your daughter’s movement caught your attention as she tried to wriggle free from both your grasps. 

“Come on, Daddy. Let’s go!” she urged while hopping off the bed. 

“Just give me a few minutes alone with your mum first, alright?” Ran told. “I’ll meet you later in your room. Mummy and I just need to have a chat about her punishment later.” 

At this point, you were too tired to counter back at Ran so you just exhaled loudly. Your daughter glanced back and forth between you and Ran before saying an, “Okay!” and then running off to her room. 

Once she was gone and it was just the two of you alone, Ran snaked his arms around your waist before pulling you down right beside him to cuddle. 

“What are you doing, Ran?” you asked, lifting your eyes to look at him. 

“What else does it look like I’m doing?” came his reply as he snuggled you deeper into his embrace. 

“But shouldn’t you go get her ready? She needs to leave soon and I still have to pack her lunchbox—” 

Your words were cut off when Ran melded his lips onto yours, effectively shutting you up as a soft moan escaped past your lips. It has been a week since you’ve felt his delectable lips on yours. A week since you’ve felt his addicting touch and having him so close to you. You missed it all. And Ran must’ve also been thinking the same as you felt his large hands roam all over the sides of your body, igniting a trail of goosebumps to rise on your skin. 

“Missed these lips,” Ran murmured between your lips as he pulled you closer to deepen the kiss. 

Everything felt right at this moment, especially with your husband now being back home in Japan safe and sound. You wished this small moment wouldn’t end, but you were beginning to grow breathless, so you guys pulled away. 

“Hi, beautiful,” he greeted huskily, eyelids hooded as he gazed down lovingly at you. 

You blushed under his gaze. “Hey, you…” 

“I’ve missed you,” he spoke, bringing a hand up to caress your warm cheeks. “Shit, I’ve been missing you for a week.” 

“I’ve missed you too,” you said, nestling closer to his chest where the sound of his heart beating was. “It was one long week…” 

“Indeed it was,” Ran nodded, resting his chin on top of the crown of your head. “Didn’t mean to leave you all alone to take care of our daughter.” 

You sighed. “It’s not your fault, Ran… You couldn’t have foreseen the trip to have extended.” 

“I know, but I had the control to at least try to speed up the deal,” he answered while shaking his head. “If I had known they were going to fucking delay the agreements, I would’ve tortured one of their subordinates to—” 

“Ran,” you interrupted softly. 

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he apologised, rubbing your back. “No talk of murders or tortures in this household.” 

“You’re tense…” you pointed out, feeling how tight and rigid his muscles were underneath your touch. To help, you began to slowly massage it to soothe them away. 

He breathed out a sigh, relaxing into your touch as you worked those tension spots. “Well, I did get back home at two in the morning, and someone interrupted my sleep.” 

“Oops?” You looked up at him with a guilty look. 

Raising a brow, he glanced down at you. “Is that all you have to say?” 

“Well, what do you want me to do?” You pulled back to face him. 

“I got a few ideas in mind.” A dazed look overcomes his expression. “Like having your lips wrapped around my co—” 

You immediately pressed a finger to his lips, hushing him. “You have a dirty mouth.” 

“It’s only dirty for you, babe.” He winked before pecking a kiss on your lips. 

You rolled your eyes. “Speaking of which, you got to be more careful when speaking those things around our daughter!” 

“You’re still upset about that?” 

“Of course! We can’t taint her innocence so early on,” you explained, pouting up at him. 

“It’ll be fine, honey. I’m pretty sure she’ll soon forget about all of it,” Ran reassured. “Besides, her brain is still an itty bitty, there’s only so much information she can fit up in there.” He tapped on the side of his head. 

You glared up at him with an incredulous look. “If her teacher calls us up and asks where our daughter is learning all these languages from, I’m blaming you!” You hit an accusing finger to his chest. 

Ran grinned before capturing your finger in his hand to bring it up to his lips and planting a kiss on it. “It’s okay, I’ll just threaten her teacher if she has a problem with that.” 

“Ran!” you exclaimed in disbelief. 

He rolled his eyes with a sigh. “Fine, I’ll just nicely explain to her that this is how we planned on parenting our daughter and that I think it’s healthy. If she got a problem with that, she can talk to my loaded gun.” 

Before you could further argue, the door to the bedroom bursts open and in came running was your daughter. 

“What’s taking so long? You said only a few minutes!” she whined, coming over to Ran’s side. 

“Has it already been a few minutes?” Ran feigned a surprise. “Geez, I must’ve lost track of time spent with your beautiful Mummy here.” 

“Stop spending time with Mummy and let’s go already!” She stomped her tiny feet onto the ground, crossing her arms over her chest while glaring up at him. “I’ve already prepared the pretty bows I want on my hair too!”  

Her small hands began making a reach for Ran’s as she tugged him out of bed with all of her little might. “Hurry up, Daddy!” 

Your husband lets out a hearty laugh over the little girl’s action. You felt him slipping away as he allowed his daughter to practically drag him out of bed. “Alright, alright, sweetheart. Just let me put on my slippers first.” 

Rising from the comforts of the bed, the pyjamas he wore were creased as they hung loosely around his frame. The blanket cocoon that was wrapped around him began to shed from his body as your daughter dragged him out, letting the blanket fall limply behind. As he stood at his full height, he stretched his long limbs to awaken them while a huge yawn rose past his lips. He towered over your daughter, but his back immediately hunched over when your daughter made a reach for his hand once more, tugging him down. 

“Come on!” she exclaimed excitedly while lugging her dad out of the room. 

“Okay, let’s go, sweetheart,” Ran reassured with a chuckle as his feet stumbled along behind her. 

All the while, you watched the whole scene in bed. A smile cracked on your lips over how adorable the two of them were. Your daughter was chatting away animatedly to her dad as she gushed about how her hair was going to be the prettiest one in school today. Ran listened, almost with a proud look over his daughter as he praised and hyped her up even more, boosting her confidence even more. 

Their voices soon faded out as they left, instilling silence in the room with only the sound of your breathing could be heard. You let your muscles relax as the cold sheets of the bed lured you back to sleep. For a week straight while your husband was gone, you’ve been up extra early to help get your daughter ready for school. It was a struggle having to juggle packing her lunch while also getting her dressed. But now that Ran was back home, you could finally breathe easy again. It is sure a luxury to have a husband like him, you pleasantly thought as you felt your eyelids growing heavy with exhaustion. You still had to prepare her lunchbox, but your body couldn’t fight off the weariness that soon overcome your mind. Turning over to your side, you gave one last reminder to yourself before falling asleep, I’ll just close my eyes for five minutes…

Carpooling with Hanma

Hanma turns to look at you as the speakers are blasting and you're singing at the top of your lungs, eyes closed, hands in the air and hair swishing in the wind. He swore he fell in love with you all over again.

Content Warning: making out, thigh grabbing, marriage mentions, love sick Hanma, he may be a bit ooc but in my delusions hes very in love with me

Spotify Playlist: Hanma's carpool karaoke

Hanma has a headache. A big one and it is YOUR fault. He should've known that it was a mistake when you asked him to go for a “drive around”. At first it was pleasant and he was actually having a good time in the comfortable silence, windows rolled down and warm breeze hitting his face. Quiet peaceful moments like these with you, he cherished due to his violent chaotic life. It was quiet and peaceful till he noticed you resting your chin in your hand, looking out the window, and pouting. “What's wrong doll?” he questioned, looking at you, concerned. He turned back to look at the road ahead when you glanced at him and whined out, “Shuu, I'm so bored!” He scrunched his face in confusion and asked again, “You're the one who wanted to go for a ride, was that an excuse for me to get you something to eat?” He blinked at you smirking, as if he had figured you all out which only served to irritate you more. “NO! Can a girl not hang out with her boyfriend?” you crossed your arms over your chest defensively which made you look even more suspicious. Hanma raised his eyebrows and nodded his head, “yeah sure”. He said snorting. You turned to him and gasped, arms still crossed and staring at him with betrayal in your eyes. Your dramatic reaction only made him laugh more. You tried your best at hiding the smile that was creeping its way to your face, but you just couldn't, you laughed along with him. It was hard not to laugh with the funniest person you know. His laughter died down as did yours when he pulled into an empty parking lot. Hanma put the car into park and swiveled his eyes to admire you. You both stared into each other's eyes till his eyes met your smiling lips. His face crept closer to yours and he gave a peck to your lips, then another, until eventually he just grabbed the back of your neck and brought you into a deep kiss. With his other hand he grabbed your thigh and squeezed. You giggled into the kiss at his neediness and he pulled away lips swollen, hair messy, eyes glossed over and looking at you so love sickeningly sweet. The sight of him staring at you made butterflies burst in your stomach and you looked away blushing. “Stop staring at me Hanma”. “Oh now you're shy? And what happened to ‘Shuu~’” he mocked you, laughing. You turned to him and gave him the dirtiest look you could muster up. He let out a quiet giggle and started up the car once again. “Well, Hanma, I'm gonna blast my music and I don't wanna hear any complaints from you”. At this threat he took one of his hands off the steering wheel and used his fingers to squeeze your cheeks and pucker your lips. “Enjoy your music doll”. He sighed out, taking his hand away. Now he's almost an hour into your playlist, still driving without a destination, head pounding due to the very very loud music and you next to him yelling the lyrics. He takes a deep breath and smiles. He glances at you and the realization dawns upon him that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you someday. He brings his attention back to the road and blushes at the thought of marrying you someday.

a/n: if hanma was real, i think me and him would get along. our personalities are similar in a lot of ways

Sleepy Rindou is the Best Rindou

Content Warnings: mention of lingerie, Rindou is only slightly a perv but in the silly goose way, brief mentions of Bonten, Rindou calls you princess, neck kisses, cuddling

Edit: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT ON THIS <33 OMG I NEVER EXPECTED IT TO GET SO BIG!! IM WORKING ON A SANZU ENEMIES TO LOVERS SERIES, CHECK IT OUT IF YOUD LIKE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT <333

You had been lying on the luxurious couch of you and Rindou’s shared apartment for what felt like days awaiting his return. He had warned you about his less than peaceful job when you two became official. Rindou didn't give you details but it didn't take a genius to figure out what he did for a living to support the both of you. Almost a year into your relationship he asked you to move in and quit your job, his reasoning for this was ‘his princess deserves only the very best treatment’, you had laughed at this, declining to quit your job but agreeing to live with him. He was overjoyed at the thought and less than a week later your lease had ended and you began moving your things into his expensive flat. He had taken a few days off work to help you move in. Unpacking seemed tedious but Rindou made sure to make it fun due to the fact he finally had the time and attention that you usually didn't get because of his occupation. Rindou made sure that he was the one to unpack all your lingerie which made you less than amused. Unpacking everything you owned took almost a full week and Rindou knew as soon as he got back to Bonten’s Headquarters he would be swamped with work. Which meant overtime for him.

You felt guilt over this but he assured you that, ‘he would take an infinite amount of overtime if it meant he could hang out with you for a few days’. Here you are now, endlessly checking the clock which now reads 2:04 A.M. laying on the couch awaiting his arrival as the dinner you cooked sitting on the table gets cooler by the minute. You groaned getting up from your comfortable position on the couch to package up the food you and him were meant to eat tonight. As you were tin foiling the food you heard the jingle of keys and the click of the door opening. You smiled to yourself in relief knowing your lover got home safely another night, always on edge and anxiously awaiting his return due to his dangerous job. You heard tired footsteps slowly approaching. You turned your head till your eyes met a very tired Rindou, you tried to hide your giggle when you noticed his hair sticking up in different directions, his collared shirt unbuttoned, the dark circles under his eyes and his slouched posture. You turn your head back around to bring your focus back to packaging up the cold food but as you were about to greet him you felt warm hands snake their way around your waist and your back being pressed against his chest. You feel short kisses going up and down your neck and the ticklish feeling of his lips on your skin makes you let out a small laugh. While you're giggling you feel him smile against your neck which makes you turn around to face him, smiling. You look him in the eyes and take in just how tired he looks. You're both enjoying this silent peaceful moment of holding each other chest to chest when you take one of your hands that was wrapped around his torso and bring it up to his face where you trace your thumb over his cheekbone. He groans and leans into your touch and you use your other hand to lead him to the bed and set him there. He's now half asleep laying on the bed still fully dressed in his work clothes and the sight makes you hold in a laugh. Just as you're about to turn off the lights and go back to the kitchen to finish up your work he grabs your wrist and you let out a squeak when he pulls you down into bed and holds you tightly against his chest. You hear his tired deep voice rasp out a quiet “sleep well princess”. His deep voice makes your cheeks warm up as you do your best to hide it. You think he didn't notice this but he felt the way your face warmed up against his chest but fortunately for you, he's too tired to tease you about it so for now he will just pull you closer to his heart. He tucks your head under his chin while one of his hands is tracing lines up and down your back and the other arm is under your waist holding you close. Soothing nights like these with you, he will cherish till the end of time. His last thought before he dozes off is of you and how much overflowing love you both have for each other.

a/n: IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH I WANT BONTEN RINDOU SO BAD, also thank you for the support on my hanma and ran fics i really appreciate it and im glad yall enjoyed <3333

do i have permission to write a fic about playboy baji!! absolutely inspired + in love with your idea (☆□☆) !!

Tokyo Revengers Men + Romance Tropes

Pairing: Mikey, Draken, Shinichiro, Kazutora, Baji x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, reunion, kissing, fake/pretend relationship, catching feelings, flirting, confession, protectiveness

A/N: Once again applying some of my favorite tropes to these characters.

MIKEY + DIFFERENT WORLDS

Avoids you so much at first. He likes you a lot, and knows you don't belong in the world of fighting, blood and violence that he's involved him. The last thing he wants is to see you get hurt because he was selfish in his need to be with you. But you can't stay away, the two of you feel a magnetic pull towards each other. Unable to stop you from following him around he vows to be the most supportive and caring man you'll ever meet.

DRAKEN + FAKE RELATIONSHIP

Only with you to get his friends off his back cause they're trying to set him up with so many people. You're one of the few he can stand. It's nice when he kisses you, it's nice when he waits for you to walk together, even if it's complete silence, it's nice when you eat lunch together because he feels like there's some kind of quality time quota he needs to fill. He never thought he would look forward to seeing you as much as he did, every day after class.

SHINICHIRO + REUNION ROMANCE

The two of you haven't seen each other for years after high school. He knows you still remember him as the tough, scary delinquent but he's not that person anymore, he has people to protect, lead and inspire now. You can be one of those people too if you give him a second chance. Regardless he's always happy to see your face when you walk by, he always blushes when you start smalltalk with him, and practically jumps in joy when you ask him on a date.

KAZUTORA + TOUCH HER AND YOU DIE

Has so much overprotective and possessive energy when you're together that no one dares to approach you. His hand is always on your lower back or your hip, not holding your hand, he feels much more in control of the situation that way. Any man who gets flirty with you will have to be ready to throw down with him, especially if they get into your personal space a bit too much for comfort. He is the only one who can do that.

BAJI + PLAYBOY IN LOVE

Heads turn towards him where ever he goes, he has that effect on people but the only eyes he wants on him are yours, just like he only sees you. Didn't start out as a serious relationship, merely a way to relieve stress for the both of you. Over the course of it you noticed he started to spend a lot more time with you as opposed to the other women he would be with. Wanting to make you feel special he started staying over, no sex needed, just your company.

shark week

synopsis: you forget about your upcoming period and you had no choice but to seek help from the school's gang leader

warnings: fluff! mikey is kinda an idiot but when is he not, he is the type of person i would scream at if im on that time of the month tbh, he asks too many questions, kinda oblivious to everything tbh

wc: 2.1k

notes: special thanks to kar and hailey for beta reading

shit. 

your eyes widened as an uncomfortable sensation leaked from your lower body. you grit your teeth in embarrassment, looking around the classroom feeling as if all eyes were on you and your shame. 

breathe. just breathe. you try to compose your breaths, cringing slightly as another uncomfortable sensation trickles down your private area. 

fuck. this was just the worst. 

with a shaky hand, you called upon the attention of the teacher who was teaching god knows what– math? history? you weren’t even sure at this point. 

“may i be excused?” the teacher gives you an unimpressed look before he rolls his eyes and gives an affirmation, going back to the topic at hand. 

you silently thanked the designers of your uniform for making the skirt a dark color as you briskly walked towards the bathroom and hurried into a stall. 

fucking hell. your worst nightmare came true. 

you were on your period, and you didn’t have a pad. 

the toilet paper on the side of the stall was empty on all stalls. it felt like the gods were punishing you for something that you weren’t even aware of. 

you looked at your watch. five more minutes until break time. then, you can maybe ask a girl from your class for a pad. 

five more minutes.

just five more minutes…

where the fuck are they?!

ten minutes passed and no one seemed to find the urge to use the comfort room. you swore you heard the bell ring around five minutes ago, but the hallway where the comfort room was is still quiet. too quiet.  

where the hell are the people?! you sighed. not knowing what to do. 

“ne, ne, ken-chin. we should get dorayaki after school!” you hear a voice chirp up and you immediately poke your head out the door, only realizing after that it was a male’s voice and you’d rather die than accept help from a man. 

you froze once you realized that the voice belonged to sano manjiro and you were now eye to eye with him as he stopped in front of the restroom door and tilted his head to the side in confusion. you wanted to ask what was wrong with him but you looked like a deer in headlights and he’s probably the one asking you that instead. 

“eh?” mikey asked in confusion, you slammed the door in front of him and planted your back against it, as if shielding yourself from him. you silently counted for a few seconds, counting until a hundred before you opened the door once more, hoping to not see the delinquent.

“what’s wrong with you.” you yelped, once you peaked your head out and saw that sano manjiro was still outside, but his right hand man was nowhere in sight.

“nothing.” you answered, still holding the door for dear life, not wanting to entertain the delinquent further. 

“it’s not nothing if you’re being weird in the comfort room.” a gasp escapes the blonde, a mischievous look overtook his features. you didn’t like where this was going.

“you need to shit, don’t you?” “what the fuck?!” you couldn’t help but say out loud, the laugh that escaped the gang leader’s lips.

“it’s fine (n/n)-chin, everyone needs to take a shit, i even took one before going to school.” you winced at the literal filth that came out of his mouth

“i don’t need to do that, sano-kun.” you say in a loud whisper, then sighed internally, there was only 10 minutes left for break time and sano manjiro was probably your last saving grace. 

“can you… call for a girl to come here?” mikey blinked his big black eyes in confusion at the sudden change in tone. “eh? why?” 

“just please.” you say in a quiet voice, wanting to get the situation over with. mikey looked at you with a concerned expression, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips were formed into a pout as he tried to decipher what was wrong with you before he gasped once more, his eyes lit up and a smile replaced the pout. 

“you need that don’t you?” that? your face portrayed a look of confusion and mikey reached into his pocket, searching for whatever that is. 

“my sister always needs this for some reason, and—” he pushes a safety pin on your hand “here!” you looked at the safety pin then back at mikey who looked back at you with a grin on his face. 

“what am i supposed to do with this?” you asked, looking back at the shining metal cautiously. 

“it’s to fix your skirt, right?” “what?” “your skirt is probably too loose, right? that’s why you’re so panicked?” 

“huh?” “am i wrong?” 

“yes!” “then what’s your problem?”

“it’s uh…just… please get a girl, i need help from a girl.” 

“eh? aren’t you being a little too sexis–” you couldn’t help but let out a whimper as a cramp made its appearance. “are you okay?” mikey cut himself off, asking worriedly. 

“just get a girl, please!” you yell, having enough of the exchange

“uh, on it! i’ll be right back in two minutes!” then he was off. he ran to the other side of the hallway, stopping by the corner just to give you a cheeky wave. you rolled your eyes but trusted his words. 

true enough, after two minutes you hear two pairs of footsteps get louder as they approach the door. 

you expected to hear the boisterous sound of mikey’s voice but was pleasantly surprised once you heard a soft knock on the door. 

“may i come in?” her voice was soft, gentle, and maybe even comforting. you let her in and you can see her short stature enter the restroom. 

“mikey said you were having –air quote– weird girl problems” you rolled your eyes for the nth time. 

“yeah uh… i forgot to bring a pad…” you mutter and emma nods understandingly before she pulls out her sanitary kit. 

“take whatever you need, my name is emma by the way!” you nodded and rummaged through her kit. you pulled out what you needed and gave emma an embarrassed smile. 

"the name's (y/n)... uh, thank you so, so much." you repeat before emma just smiles and gestures you towards the stall. 

you cleaned yourself up and felt relief as you finally stopped feeling conscious.

you exited the stall and emma was standing there, washing her hands, she perked up once she saw you through the mirror. 

“are you feeling better now?” you smiled back and nodded, “yeah, thank you so much! how could i repay you?” emma giggles and waves her hand in dismissal. 

“it’s no worries. promise!” she reassures you. “ah, i have to get back to my classes, but it was really nice meeting you, (y/n).” she waves as she leaves the restroom. 

you splashed water on your face, fixing your hair before you sighed, mentally scolding yourself for being so unprepared . 

you pushed the door opened, not expecting to see the blonde delinquent waiting for you as he leaned back against the wall. 

“oh, there you are! are you okay now, (n/n)-chin?” you nod, a bit confused as to what mikey was still doing there, he pushed himself off the wall with his foot and walked over to you with a smile. 

“i’ll escort you to class.” eh? “you don’t have to.” mikey shakes his head. “i want to, uh…” mikey looks away, a blush coating his cheeks. 

“emma told me what happened, i didn’t know it was your–” he coughs in embarrassment. “...shark week.”

you stifle a laugh. shark week, really? you wanted to tease him more but stopped yourself to not further his embarrassment. 

though you couldn't understand why was he the one embarrassed. 

"it's fine, sano-kun." mikey shakes his head before he pulls you toward the hallway leading to your classroom. 

"well uh… see you around, sano-kun." you bow slightly. "thank you for helping me with this, as embarrassing as it is.” 

“don’t worry about it, (n/n)-chin, and i didn’t really do anything… whatever, it’s fine. i’ll– uh… see you around!” mikey says, not giving you a moment before he runs away, waving as he turns the corner. 

you didn’t realize that you were smiling as you watched him go.

you didn’t hear from the gang leader for a while, well— he hasn’t really showed up to school in a few weeks and you didn’t really expect him to. it has been almost a month since your encounter by the restroom and he has made no move since then. 

not that you’d expect him to but it was weird that you never saw him again since that day. 

opening up your phone, you cursed once you opened the tracker on your phone and realized that you were about to have your period, but thankfully. you were prepared this time. 

the day ends with you sighing as you pack up your things and stood up from your desk, waving your friends off before heading out the room. 

“(n/n)-chin!” you hear someone yell and his voice was very familiar, a high pitched tone but instead of it sounding annoying, you welcomed the sound as you turned around. 

“oh, sano-kun, good afternoon.” you bow your head in greeting. mikey smiles at you as he walks alongside with you. 

“how’ve you been, i haven’t seen you in a while.” you asked, mikey shakes his head. “i’ve been okay, uh…” mikey moved his arm and you can vaguely hear the rustles of the plastic bag from the convenience store that he held. 

“oh, this is uh… for you.”  mikey handed you the black plastic bag, you looked at him confusedly. 

“uh…” you tilt your head to the side in confusion. mikey coughed, a blush forming on his cheeks. “it’s uh— things for your…cough lady needs—” 

you open the bag to see a few pad and tampon brands, chocolate, candy, even a few teabags. a folded note was also found tucked into the bag but before you could get it, the bag was shut close by mikey, who wasn’t looking at you. 

“open it when you’re at home, geez.” you looked at him with a raised brow before nodding. 

“oh…kay.” you smiled softly at the blonde before thanking him once more. 

“thank you, sano-kun…” “just call me mikey.” “okay, mikey.” the aforementioned smiles before nodding. 

“mikey!” you hear a deep voice yell, the both of you turned towards the voice and you could see his right hand man –draken, walking towards the both of you.

“we have to get to the shrine, the rest of the guys are already there.” draken stops in front of the leader then looks at you before taking another look. 

“holy shit, mikey. you didn’t tell me you were with her.” draken laughs. “you didn’t tell me you were with your little girlfriend.” mikey’s face exploded with red as he sputtered out in denial. 

“draken, fuck off. you go on right ahead. i’ll follow after.” draken laughs before he nods, still laughing at his leader as he walks away. 

“what was that about?” mikey shakes his head. “nothing, you don’t need to worry about, (n/n)-chin. i have to go.” you nod, smiling at him once more. 

“thank you again for this, mikey-kun!” mikey smiles a bit at your words as he walks away, when he was about to leave the school gates, he turns back at you. 

“(n/n)-chin, don’t let anyone else see the note, okay?” you were confused but remembered about the note he stopped you from reading. 

“okay!” you yell back, mikey beamed before he walks over to his motorbike and revs it up, waving at you as he rides away. 

you head home with no other agenda, plucking out a chocolate bar from the bag. 

the paper scraped against the back of your hand and you gasp in realization that you haven’t read it yet. with that, you took the paper from the bag. you scoffed playfully once you see that the paper was slightly crumpled and had a few erasures, but the message still managed to make you smile.

‘hi (n/n)-chan! i don’t know how to tell you in person but i like you. uh i hope these make your shark week more tolerable and if you’re free… here’s my number, we should talk sometime. xxx-xxxx-xxx 

ps: i didn’t know what to get so i asked emma for help.

—mikey’

you could feel your face flush at the letter and the next thing toman knows is that their leader suddenly stopped in his tracks and took out his phone. 

the next thing draken knows is that his left arm was stung from the impact of mikey’s unexpected punch. 

“the fuck’s your problem?” draken hissed as he rubbed his now bruised arm. 

“she messaged.”

the rest of the toman meeting was spent with the captains hyping mikey up and helping him in drafting his response to your ‘hey.’

notes: toman huddled up together with mikey's phone in between because they're discussing what to reply to "hey" is such a thought.

can you write one where mikey tries so hard to hide your relationship but he lets you into toman without you really being all that strong (he just wanted you around) and some members try to hit on you and he teaches them a lesson?

I LOVE YOUR WORK BTW!!!! OMG

HIDDEN RELATIONSHIP ! but some new toman members make it not-so-hidden

with mikey + fem!reader

warnings unwelcome attraction, they corner you and try to force you into a date, a guy puts his hands on you against your will

notes i love this request !! :D i think i went overboard tho lol

mikey was the epitome of attention as the leader of the growing toman. he really couldn't help the fact that emma was known as his sister, but he desperately tried to keep the fact that you were his girlfriend under wraps. couldn't have dumb kids trying to use you against him or get you caught up in gang wars.

every time he dropped you home, you slid off his bike and handed him his spare helmet (more like his only helmet, cuz he didn't wear one).

"bye, mikey." you hummed. "pick me up tomorrow?"

you didn't even have to ask. "yeah." he leaned back in his seat, one hand resting on the bike handle while the other was held in front of you, palm towards the dusky sky.

you slipped your hand into his and he squeezed it, lingering as if he were contemplating something. you waited patiently.

he was so tempted to pull you back into his arms. who cares about the toman meeting when it meant a few more minutes with you?

he sighed and gave in, pulling you closer to the bike bashfully. he looked shy to ask. he'd never spent much time with you after school as he usually ran with his friends. but this time... he just wanted you close.

"ride with me?" he mumbled. "...again?"

you tilted your head slightly. "but... i thought you were gonna hang out with your friends?"

he tugged you forward, forcing a little yelp out of you as you fell into his shoulder. he hugged you tightly, his voice muffled against your chest.

"we never get to hang out for long..." he said. just this once, and no one will notice. maybe he could introduce you to his close friends this time? "it'll be okay. trust me."

you smiled and climbed on again, clasping the helmet buckle under your chin. "okay."

his bike roared to life, zooming down the streets.

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he parked his bike nearby, but far away enough so that it'd look like he walked to the meeting spot. your eyes drank the sight of the crowd down there. you knew who mikey was and what he was involved in, but never actually saw it for yourself.

he pouted. "why do you look so surprised?"

you chuckled. "aw, don't pout. i know you're a hotshot, mikey, but seeing all your guys is a different thing."

"not all of them are my guys." mikey whipped out his phone. "anyways, i want you to meet my sister."

you blinked, whipping your head to face him. he already had the phone to his ear. "now?!"

mikey grinned mischievously. "hey emma? i've got someone here, come to where all the bikes are parked."

after a few minutes, his sister came running up with a groan. "what do you want mikey—oh!" emma's jaw dropped. "a girl?!" she pointed an accusatory finger at mikey. "explain yourself!"

mikey smirked proudly and pulled you closer, his arm strung around your shoulders. "a girlfriend."

"girlfr—?!" emma paced in a frustrated circle. "and you didn't tell me?!"

"yeah, cuz it's supposed to be a secret!" mikey retorted, huffing. "and i know you'd just tell ken-chin or something."

emma gaped at the two of you for a moment. you waved meekly, squeaking a "hi, emma. i'm y/n."

she rushed towards you, clutching your hands in hers. "tell. me. everything."

mikey smiled despite his front of annoyance, ruffling both your heads as he walked by. "come on."

as mikey walked, gang members scurried away to make ample room for their president and the two that flanked him: his sister and who they assumed was her guest. he soon reached the platform where all the captains gathered. his crew looked more curious than confused at your presence.

"oi, emma," draken narrowed his eyes at the blonde, the first to pipe up. "you can't just bring whoever you want to these things."

emma opened her mouth to retort, but mikey nudged her side. that was enough to make her revise what she was going to say. "whatever."

you, on the other hand, were confused, thrown into a whole new environment that you knew nothing about. seeing all these violence-prone tough guys made you feel so small and weak.

mikey observed you as your eyes nervously darted across the crowd of toman. he leaned towards you to whisper while his friends were occupied by a chatty emma, his hair brushing against your ear. "just stay where i can see you and you can see me."

"so, at the front?" you gave him a skeptical look.

"wherever you want, i just wanna see your face." he smiled, eyes closed. heat rose to your face as you cast your gaze elsewhere. dork.

you and mikey were pulled from your own little world when emma huffed and puffed at draken.

"ugh, this is boring anyway!" emma turned on her heels. "come on, y/n!"

"oh! okay..." you blinked and gave mikey a parting glance.

the boys watched the two of you race down the steps.

draken scoffed, standing at mikey's side. "why was that girl looking at you like that?"

mikey smiled to himself, his heart thrumming happily. "dunno. might be in love with me or something."

they all laughed at him. yeah, as if!

"emma, slow down—!" you grunted as you wove through all the boys gathered, ignoring their smirking or curious faces as you desperately tried to keep her flowy blond hair in your sight. but it was dark and the black uniforms didn't help one bit.

you paused, looking around.

you lost her. you cursed and just focused on making your way to the back, being alone around all these weird teenagers didn't sit well with you.

"hey."

the firm grip around your wrist sent chills down your spine. you tugged once in a hopes to slither away but with no luck.

"what're ya doing here?"

you turned to see a group of guys surrounding you. your heart dropped into your stomach. your eyes drifted upwards. you couldn't see over their heads; you couldn't see mikey.

"oh, just hanging out with a friend..." you answered. "i'm gonna go now..."

"hold on, you think we buy that?" the one doing all the talking scoffed. "you're a girl here at a gang meeting, what 'friend' are you visiting, huh?!"

you flinched at the tone, unable to find the words.

"wanna know what i think?" he bent down to look you in the eye. "think you're just looking for attention. what, need a boyfriend, sweetheart?"

you hurriedly shook your hands, staring at them with panic. "no! no, i have one! i have a boyfriend." you hoped that would deter them, you desperately hoped they would leave you alone. your head swiveled around. some were taking amusement in the interaction, others were turning a blind eye.

"really?" he asked.

you found yourself glaring at him, despite the uneven match. "yeah."

the boy paused and surveyed you, his nasty gaze raking over you. his lips curled into a smirk. "ha! why should i believe you?"

you resolve crumbled. you whimpered at the failed attempt to get the fuck out of here which did nothing for your case.

"aw, sad you got found out?" he grinned down at you, shoving his hands in his pockets. "it's okay, we can go somewhere together after this, how about that?"

you scoffed, crossing your arms. "i said i have a boyfriend." who, for all the class he lacked, had way more class than this piece of shit.

that seemed to anger the boy. "quit lyin, we know you ain't got shit."

mikey, please just notice me. you begged silently, hoping for some miracle that'd get you out of this situation.

"did you hear me?" the boy hissed, grabbing your wrists. you gasped and glared at him, pulling against him with all your might. "quit—" he grunted. "cut that out!"

you felt cornered and tears pooled in your eyes. your heart felt almost cold as you let your impulses take over, screaming, "let go!"

mikey was eagerly listening as his captains addressed the gang, but his mind was still looking for you in the crowd. he searched for minutes and still couldn't find anything.

he wilted. was he just a bad boyfriend? not being able to recognize his girl in a crowd?

then he heard murmuring, hushed whispers, before he heard your voice.

"let go!"

his face scrunched and he rose to his feet. let go? who had their hands on you?

he marched to the front of the platform, scanning the crowd with newfound intensity. draken seemed to notice and did the work for him.

"oi!" draken's voice made the gang fall silent. even the guy who acted big froze in front of you. "why the fuck do you have your back turned to your leader when he's addressing you?"

mikey saw a couple boys distance themselves from the commotion, where he saw. anger flared into his body and he itched to beat someone to death.

you were looking at him, completely distraught.

he flew down the stairs, shoving past the members towards you. hatred radiated off him in waves as his eyes never left the sight in front of him. someone—his gang members—were fucking disrespecting you. he felt embarrassed and enraged.

the boy who had pressured you immediately let go. you stumbled backwards before looking at mikey. even now, you didn't know if you should run to him in front of everyone.

your doubts were squashed when he opened his arms. you inhaled deeply. your breath shook as you blinked the tears from your eyes, speedwalking towards him. the silence was killing you. what a reveal, you thought. you didn't care though, just happy to be in mikey's arms.

mikey hugged you tightly, pulling back to observe you for any damage. he ghosted his fingers over your wrists. "did they hurt you?"

you gulped at the menacing edge to his voice. you shook your head. he gave your wrists a soothing squeeze.

the aggressors' eyes flickered between you and their leader.

you smiled sweetly and pointed at mikey, mouthing boyfriend!

they paled.

you grinned. get fucked.

"do you know what you just did?" mikey asked, shrugging off his coat and putting it around your shoulders. he walked past you.

"h-hey... i didn't know—" the guy scrambled backwards, his voice dripping with desperation.

"who cares?" mikey's eyes were cloudy. "even if she weren't mine, are you trying to make toman look bad? if you're gonna be pathetic, do it somewhere else."

the guy took that as a cue to leave, quickly turning around.

"who said you could leave?"

you blinked and he was on the ground, mikey's foot landing gracefully.

"huh?" you mumbled. before you could even process it, he was standing over the other bystanders, holding them by their shirt as he landed punch after punch.

when they were all piles of bones on the floor he stood up, dusting his pants and slipping his hands in his pockets. "you're not welcome in toman. you better not let your faces be seen around here any more or i'll bash your head in."

you pulled the wings of mikey's coat closer to your body. despite the violence, you felt... warm and soothed by mikey's actions.

draken dismissed the meeting and the gang practically ran out of there, eager to get out of mikey's area of impact. the founding members and emma remained.

mitsuya looked sheepish when he asked, "i guess she really was in love with you, huh?"

mikey turned his nose in the air. "of course. why would i lie about that?"

pah scoffed. "do you even know yourself?"

you inched closer to mikey, unsure of your place here. he held you by your waist, reassuring you. your racing heart slowed down, little by little.

"hey." surprisingly, draken looked a little embarrassed, probably because he treated you like some rando when you were mikey's girlfriend. "you... we're not like that brat, okay?"

"yeah, what a disgrace!" pah interrupted, huffing.

"you don't have to be afraid." draken continued, glaring at pah. "just like mikey, we'll look out for you."

you smiled, coming out of mikey's side just a little. "thank you. i'm y/n, by the way."

mitsuya groaned. "oh, now it all makes sense." you voiced a confused hum and he elaborated, telling you that mikey would always go on and on about you. his friends thought you were just a crush of his, and since they'd never saw you they honestly thought you were a figment of his hormonal imagination.

your cheeks burned. "oh... no, i'm totally real."

emma peeked out from behind draken. her eyes were glossy and she sniffed, toddling towards you. "y/nnnn!" she wailed, hugging you. "i'm so sorry!"

you pat her back. "emma, it's not your fault! oh my god. please don't cry!" you looked at mikey for help but he just smiled. that smile faded when he realized that his friends and sister were slowly pushing him outside their little circle, wanting to know everything.

"okay, get off." mikey's demeanor changed in an instant. he slipped in under draken's arm and grabbed your hand, tugging you behind him.

"hey, no fair!" emma exclaimed, running after her brother. "you had her for who knows how long but i can't even get to talk to her for five minutes?!"

mikey sped up, laughing. "she's my girlfriend, not yours!"

"mikey!"

his bright laughter brought a smile to your face. he mounted his bike and made sure you were secure before revving off into the distance, his friends hot on his tail.

you gripped mikey's torso, nuzzling into his back. "thank you."

"don't thank me." mikey replied, quiet. "should've never happened in the first place."

your cheek rested on his shoulder blade, staring at him. his hair cascaded just enough to obscure his eyes from view. "i'm glad i have a strong boyfriend to protect me." you giggled.

his chest puffed with pride. "i am pretty strong."

you rolled your eyes.

"but it's not just us anymore." he turned his head to meet your eyes. "you have a new family, now. and they're all gonna look out for you."

your jaw hurt from how hard you smiled. your heart fluttered. resting your head on his back again, you squeezed him tight.

[]

the peaceful drive soon turned into a competition when the toman captains tried to race mikey down, determined for answers. emma, who rode on draken's bike, was especially vicious.

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

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╰┈➤ characters...•`MATSUNO CHIFUYU´•.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ SYNOPSIS... sad and tired chifuyu needs some comfort, you're more than happy to provide him that. ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WORDCOUNT... 0,7k ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WARNINGS... sfw, fluff, final timeline!chifuyu, boyfriend!chifuyu, comforting, slight angst, female reader, mentions of female bodyparts (tits) ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ OTHER... reblogs, likes and requests are appreciated!

one thing this boy’s obsessed with is your chest. literally doesn’t give a fuck if your breasts are loaded or not. the softness of your skin always makes up for it. laying on it would be literal heaven, -according to him-. to say that your boyfriend always had surprise for you, wasn’t an understatement. licking, biting, -not always in a sexual way- and scratching, just like a cat; so a sad and quiet chifuyu wasn’t a sight that you often saw, and-or was pleased to see.

he was the energetic piece to your life what you always craved. still, on long days like this, he didn’t want anything more than just slump down on your body, distract everything and only focusing on you.

the door clicked, then after a few seconds, it closed shut with a loud bang which echoed through the house. shoes abandoned somewhere close to the entrance, dragging himself and with the remaining strength, chifuyu threw himself on the couch. not bothering with a ‘hi’ or ‘hey love’ or anything like that, just sitting in complete silence, zoning out.

at this point, you wondered if he even noticed your presence next to him or did he completely blank out? in the house’s complete darkness, only the television’s dim light provided brightness. the boy’s soft features was highlighted at one moment, then it wasn’t in the next. the turquoise orbs, which on other days overflowed from joy, now lacked it. eyes staring at one point, without blinking, eyelids just barely open. dark bags were a blot on the landscape.

his delicate lips covering each other, pressed in a thin line, what once was warm rosy and glossy, now chapped and cracked. slightly trembling from lack of sleep and from so much fatigue. -you were practically burning holes into his face, staring at him. still didn’t notice you..-

black bangs sticking into his eyes time to time. -he just lets them hang there.- the ends shining from sweat. his hair is almost covering all of his face; he stares through them.

“—fuyu.”

“chifuyu!..”

“matsuno chifuyu!” you shook his shoulder with more firmness.

“m?” he hums effortlessly. only his eyes moving to look at you. his body leaning forward, elbows on his knees while his legs are apart. you found yourself inching closer to him. sitting on your thighs, you drop your left arm over his shoulder, your palm covering his ear and guiding his head towards your chest.

he sighs. “i appreciate you, but-”

“shush.” leaning in front of him, you make him swallow back his words. “loosen up.” he’s not in the mood for this, you feel it. trying to comfort him when he’s against it not the easiest job. you can’t help the way your body stiffens at feeling his muscles now against you. hope dies last so you don’t back down, you wait for him, to fold his tense arms over your back, returning the hug.

he finally does after what seemed like an eternity. “y/n…”

“i know it’s hard… but it wouldn’t kill you to lean on me, am i wrong?” you let a bittersweet smile slide up to your face.

chifuyu’s neutral looking features finally moved. his eyes getting bigger in awe.

“h-huh?” he stutters.

“s’not like you’re good at hiding it that something’s up.” fingertips slipping between his locks, fidgeting, curling, playing with the ends of his hair. his eyebrows furrows. how could he be so weak that you saw through him? after his fairly stressful day, this was cherry on top.

a few minutes of self-chewing and blaming, through the soft fabric of the shirt, you felt sharp nails dig into the skin of your hips.

“…fuyu… don’t beat yourself up because of something stupid like this..” your boyfriend curls into himself to make sure every part of him is in your warmth. smushing his face into your neck, inhaling your comforting scent. “you don’t have to tell me if it’s something you don't want, but know that you always can rely on me..” a faint chuckle leaves your throat. your thumb sneaking under his chin, angling upwards, for you to see the usual joy in his eyes which had you smiling too.

this was all it took for you, to get back the chifuyu matsuno you knew. he pressed his mouth to yours in a soft manner, gentle and sensational. then his head found its way back to the place he so much loves: your chest.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!

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╰┈➤ characters...•`MITSUYA TAKASHI´•.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ SYNOPSIS...tired you after a long week, waited him with your embrace in the bed, unfortunately for you, he just wasn't there. ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WORDCOUNT...0,5k ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WARNINGS..., fluff, gender neutral reader ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ OTHER... reblogs, likes and requests are appreciated!

after a hellish week at work, coming home on a friday night was the best thing that could happen to you. shoes kicked off at the entrance, stumbling into the house on bare feet. a grunt slips out from between your lips, just when you hear him calling out for you-

“y/n?” the boy says softly. “sugar!..” takashi exclaims, while suddenly sliding his arms around you casually. his voice serves as a balm to your senses, senses-which lost all of their strength throughout the days. “hi..” leaning into your touch, he murmurs those words. your legs have taken root in the ground, wanting anything but break away from the comfort of his warm chest pressed to your head.

finally reaching your shared bed, slumping down on it in some thin shirt and shorts, exhaling the remaining breath you held in for some time, you closed your eyes when you realized the lack of warmth next to you. your barefoot touched the ground again, taking silent steps towards takashi’s working room. you carefully opened the door, only for you to peek in.

you see him still leaning over his desk, gently sewing on what looks like a light blue silk fabric from afar. there’s complete darkness in the room, only his face illuminated by the dim orange light of the lamp. black rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, dropping forward a little from the angle at which he held his head. takashi’s lavender locks falls into his sight here and there, a focused expression on his face. you can’t help, but fix your sight at him- till the point he notices you out of the blue. he twists his head towards you, his lips curving upwards now at the sight of you admiring him. the realization jolts you that you’ve been staring and blush immediately starts to spread across your face.

takashi leans backwards on the chair, putting down his work on the table in front of him. “why are you up so late?..” smooth tone caresses your ear. the purple haired boy pats his thigh with one hand silently. your breath hitches but you collect yourself and drag your tired legs over, eventually stopping next to him. his palm found the small of your back, helping you into his lap. hands sliding down and guiding your legs so it hugs his sides. “hm?” he lets out the sound when you remember that you forgot to give answer to his question.

“i missed you… and-”

“and?” he raises an eyebrow, orbs fixated on you, analyzing your expressions.

“and… and that’s all..” you finish it off in the end, your head now leaned over into the nape of his neck. “i just wanted you beside me in the bed..” the words sent shivers down his spine as you breath them against his hot skin. takashi’s muscles tense around you, hugging you ever so tightly, leaving wet kisses from your chin, trailing them down, then they die out at your collarbone.

“‘guess i’ll just finish this another day..” low grunt rolls from his throat but it turns into his so beautiful chuckle.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!

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╰┈➤ characters...•`S. MANJIRO [MIKEY], R. KEN [DRAKEN], M. TAKASHI, M CHIFUYU´•.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ. 1; ᴘᴀʀᴛ. 2

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ SYNOPSIS... no one's perfect, neither them, so here's their issues in your loving relationship. ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WORDCOUNT... 1,9k ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WARNINGS... tw! disturbing content, gender neutral reader, obsession, manipulation, emotional dependence, overprotection, toxic relationship ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ OTHER... reblogs, likes and requests are appreciated!

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ​🇲​​🇦​​🇳​​🇯​​🇮​​🇷​​🇴​. [​🇲​​🇮​​🇰​​🇪​​🇾​] 𓆩❤︎𓆪

'ｌｏｎｅｌｉｎｅｓｓ ｉｎｄｕｃｔｉｏｎ '

‘they induce mental trauma into their love interest’s head in order to push them away from others. they make themselves out to be their love interest’s best option, making the love interest believe that all the others will betray them and that the yandere is the only one who can be trusted, but they actually just want to isolate their love interest. they destroy relationships and ruin families to get their love interest as isolated and vulnerable as possible.’

“trust in me… you trust in me, y/n… right?” mikey’s dark orb fixated on your face, seeking out your reply. little nod. he smiled. “that’s my girl.. i just want what’s best for you..” you push your face in his firm chest, the cloth of his shirt sticking to your face thanks to your fresh tears, smudged across your face.

“the word’s cruel, darlin’… and i’m the only one, who wants your well-being..” mikey cooed, his palm glided across your -compared to his- small back over and over again.

in his point of view, he had to cut you away from everything that isn’t him and everything that could make you leave him. to accomplish this nothing was too much, no money and no time mattered. only you. he would rather die, than paint his hands with the crimson fluid and you knew about this. we all know how much power and influence he held at his service, and so it was piece of cake to get done easily anything, without him getting involved. minions were perfect to do the work for him. take someone’s life and then have your dear father take the case? crashing down your family into pieces? they did it for mikey within a whistle. you’ve drifted away from one friend after another. they were bad people, the news and rumors about them was unstoppable. it left you shocked, they would never do this.. right?

it felt like he was all you had, no family, no friend.. you changed they changed for the bad. and mikey was the one who brought spotlight to it. his being was better than anything, the way he cared about you… made you forget about his manipulation.

but mikey never failed you, he was the one. always. just stay still and look as pretty and vulnerable as you can so he can save you from those filthy people you call your ‘relatives’, it would be such a damn shame you getting involved with them.

‘he’s bad’ they say. ‘he’s manipulating you’. liars. mikey wouldn’t do that. you are so grateful for him in your life. he’s like a guiding light, day after day, he’s the only person in your life you trust to the end and back.

as you hug your one, face buried in the crook of his neck seeking out safety, his lips slightly curve into smile. he holds your body against his. “i’ll always be here.. pretty girl...”

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'ｔｒａｉｎｉｎｇ '

‘they will punish and torture their love interest if they think they did something they shouldn’t or when they don’t act like wanted to give them a lesson. these yanderes use methods that are usually pretty morbid and painful, some could even leave permanent damage to the love interest. they will then “reward” the love interest when they finally do something wanted of them.’

he takes ahold of your chin, pressing a quick smooch on your skin.

“i’m so, so, so proud of you, love..” he leaves those soothing words hanging in the air. draken took special care to praise you for every little gesture that brought him joy in your behavior. it filled his heart with pure loving, knowing you were so obedient and faithful. it took him so damned long time and so much effort to form you this way. dealing with you was hard at first, the way you would make the typical teenager and draken would be the worrying mom.

he wasn't afraid to punish. punishment meant new lesson for you and like that, slowly and steadily you grew into what you are now. a dog. a respectful and respected human being. they looked at you, they thought you are weird. they thought he's weird. oh how much they were wrong, he did everything for your sake. it was painful, but it served your progression. bruises covered your neck, down to your ankles. others weren't allowed to see it. those bruises were only for his eyes, it was like trophies. he knew he had forged you into what you are now, and it made him proud.

even so, he wasn't cruel. rewards was also something he loved giving to you and did with so much happiness. you meant the literal word for him, he would do everything that he's capable of, now listen to him and everything will be so happy around you and not a single problem in your life will be left. the fantasy of leaving him got pushed out of your mind at the very beginning. it's a topic you don't want to bring up again, for your sake. blaming others for laying a hand on you? the best solution would be to train you to avoid contact with everyone but him. this way, he doesn't have to hurt them and the 'losing you' thought would be solved too. everyone's happy!

draken kisses your lips softly. you loved this side, when all he did was praising you for your good work. you learned with time that obeying is so much effective, than resisting. resting in his strong embrace, forgetting everything and everyone that isn't him was the best decision.

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'ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔｉｖｅ '

‘they see everything and everyone as a threat for the love interest. they will use extreme methods to get rid of other “dangerous” people permanently, and even punish and torture them for the harm they did to the love interest, even if they didn’t really do all that much. feeling that the love interest is fragile, pure or vulnerable, and that everyone else can taint or hurt them, the yanderes finally decide to take care of it themselves and protect the love interest, getting rid of all “bad people” near them for the sake of their love interest and at any cost.’

the doors clicking sound could be heard only in the night’s darkness. it was 2:05am, -you glanced at the clock- blankets were all over your body, that was the only thing keeping you warm by the lack of his body next to yours. small steps echoed in the house, it was him. he finally arrived home. you exhaled a long breath of relief.

while you tried to find peace in your mind to get at least a blink of sleep, takashi furiously and hastily dragged out the contents of the black bag, dropped over his shoulder. drenched white shirt landed on the bathroom floor along with a few metal stool. how he had to take matters into his own hand, made him go nuts, what a nuisance to take care of, instead of being next to you on the soft sheets, having heartfelt conversations and talking all night long, his body perfectly fitting with yours in his arms. his lavender locks tangling into yours, his chest softly rising up and down under you head.

you just waited patiently for takashi all day and night, to return back from his work and finally be with you. and so you did now too, eyes now got used to the dark, staring at the door, counting the seconds and minutes till he steps inside.

hand stinging through the gloves from the bleach, slowly burning holes in the fabric and scratching the very skin. eyebrows furrowed at first in concentration, now from pain. he squeezed the remaining water out of the cloth. hopeless. better get rid of it all tomorrow morning, before you get any hint of what could have happened. the lilac tip of his hair now red, rosy cheeks now bloodstained. dragging his tired legs over to a quick shower. the dried fluid now snaking its way down the drain, a grunt falls from his chapped lips. a few minutes after, stopping the tap, he steps out of the shower. he feels new and fresh, the metallic smell now completely gone.

by 2:54am he happily climbs beside you in gray sweatpants, the hem of it sitting lowly at his waist, shoving his v-line. you immediately rolled over to face him, steam still covering his whole, without a thought of where had he been, with a delighted smile, you place your head to his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. strong fingers curling the strands of your hair, drifting off to sleep. he humms deeply. this was what he wanted to protect at all cost.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ​🇨​​🇭​​🇮​​🇫​​🇺​​🇾​​🇺​.​ 𓆩❤︎𓆪

' ｄｅｐｅｎｄｅｎｃｅ'

‘wishing for their love interest to be able to know that they make a difference in the lives of their dependence yandere partner/spouse, they seek to be vulnerable around their love interest by depending on them. this can range from stupidly simple things, like constantly dropping or forgetting something, behaving like an idiot — often times subconsciously so, to claiming that they’d die without their love interest (although that’s obviously false)..’

‘she won’t leave me… she won’t leave me.. she won’t leave me.. she won’t-’ the words echoed in chifuyu’s head, like a broken record. his orbs staring into the void,- sitting on the edge of the bed, knuckles white from the way he gripped the sheets next to him.

“chifuyu!” you exclaimed, entering the room. as if all the life came back to his soul, he shot up his head to turn his attention towards you.

"my sunshine..” the boy muttered. he didn’t realize the moment he felt your presence next to his body. warm fingers grazed the line of his face. somehow he seemed ever so sad, just like on other days, when you weren’t in his company. those moments were suffocating for chifuyu. without your loving and caring soul, heart and body, his life felt empty and pointless. it was a hassle to get you in his possession, now he has to make sure to keep you. he can’t lose you. he has to keep you beside him. the constant fear of losing you would never leave his mind free, the uncontrollable clinging to you has turned into madness and so the self-pitying had started.

his voice dropped to a raspy tone. “i…” breathing out, chifuyu intentionally turns his head away from your gaze. with your palm, you made him facing you. “i.. don’t want to lose you..” green eyes filled with forged sorrow, you wrap your gentle arms around his neck, pulling him closer to your chest in a comforting manner. in his sitting position and how you stand in front of him, between his legs, he closes them, trapping you in. you ignore it, placing your chin on top of his head. now his lips has curled into a grin from ear to ear. he runs his arms around your waist, you don’t struggle in his clasp. it seems so welcoming to you, as if he’s manipulating your mind and body, you feel attached to him-but not as much as he is to you.- you have to take care of him, not in a child-like way. he craved your love, he was so sweet, you just couldn't deny it from him.

you never saw harm in him, he wouldn’t be able to hurt anybody, and especially not you. he makes the perfect boyfriend and significant other in your eyes. -and that’s exactly he want you to think.- chifuyu is fragile without you, do NOT even think about leaving or breaking up. and if you do, to your regret the anguish, bitterness and agony will swallow you up whole. he will make sure it does.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

╰┈➤ characters...•`K. HAJIME, H. RAN, H. RINDOU, K. IZANA´•.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ. 2; ᴘᴀʀᴛ. 1

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ SYNOPSIS...no one's perfect, neither them, so here's their issues in your loving relationship. ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WORDCOUNT...1,6k ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WARNINGS... tw! disturbing content, gender neutral reader, obsession, manipulation, emotional dependence, overprotection, toxic relationship ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ OTHER...reblogs, likes and requests are appreciated!

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ​🇭​​🇦​​🇯​​🇮​​🇲​​🇪​. 𓆩❤︎𓆪

' ｗｏｒｓｈｉｐ '

‘they treat their love interest like a god, not caring how they are treated in return. they act like someone who, and actually might, owe their love interest their life. they don’t care if their love interest loves them back or not. these yanderes will kill for their love interest and hurt those who think badly of their love interest.’

with furrowed eyebrows, you watch the scene unfold in front of you. the realization hits you, eyes now wide with horror. you feel your heart drop, legs frozen in place as someone takes action.

“you little!..” she hissed, slowly touching the edge of her mouth with her fingertips, feeling the hot fluid. the girl still on the floor, slightly trembling from fear, stood in front of her him. frustrated expression sitting on his face, hajime gets hold down by another pair of arms, forcing his bloody fists behind his back.

“fucking bitch..” the always calming and charming voice of his, now filled with venom, eyes full of bitterness. “we’re not done with this, if i ever hear… her name from your filthy mouth..”

“okay.. that’s enough, kokonoi..” the classmate shushed him, hajime with the rest of his strength, pulled his arms out of the person's grasp. lips still in frown, glancing towards you and starts taking steps in your direction.

by now your legs have taken root, his whole standing in front of you, blood still dripping on his palms, he embraces you in a tight hug, which only just grows stronger and stronger, face leaned over in the safety of your neck, his black locks tickling it. hajime exhaled a shaky breath, pressing a sloppy kiss to your warm skin. you still stood in one place, arms let loose next to you, not returning his embrace but he couldn’t care less. he had to defend you, no one else stood up, someone had to stop those people who dare to trash his one. everyone but you deserve this kind of treatment, the thread has already snapped when your name rolled down from someone’s tongue in the company of a few nasty insinuations. in hajime’s world you were the light, it was his job to protect you from everyone else. there would be no line he would be afraid to cross when it comes to you. it creeped you out. the way he changes his mood by just mentioning you or seeing you pass on hallways made all of your hair on your back stand up. don’t get me wrong, you had nothing against it, his kindness towards you melted your heart. but this kindness only towards you, was the reason you tried avoid conversations with him or just purely being in his company. unfortunately for you, he was just like glue. so yeah… good luck in the future!

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ​🇷​​🇦​​🇳​. 𓆩❤︎𓆪

'ｒｅｓｔｒａｉｎｔｓ'

‘they will directly lock up the love interest, tie up or even kidnap and drug their love interest to keep them around and compliant. restraints type yandere characters don’t tie up their love interest for reasons of domination/submission. rather, they want their love interest to never wander from their side. many will even tie their love interest to themselves.’

you fluttered your eyes open with agonizing pain spreading throughout your body, resting on the cold floor, forced in a sitting position. lights flickering in the place, your vision still fuzzy, a pair of black boots stepped into your sight. head banging while you felt something warm run down on your forehead, you tried to open your eyes more to at least get a glimpse of what’s happening.

you woke up fully when you realized that you’re struggling against those restrains tied around your wrists out of reflex. then you finally got to identify the person in front of you.

“you up, princess?” the smoothness of his voice sent goosebumps all over your body, almost in a bad way. you gulped deeply, mouth opened to form some kind of sentence but only shaky breaths could be heard. ran tilted his head in a questioning manner, grinning by now. “what? cat got your tongue?” a malicious snort fell from his lips. “okay.. since it’s that hard to guess… i might just give ya a little hint…”

the older haitani crouched down to your eyes level, his tone remained the same but something got added to his gaze with which he examined all your actions with full attention. “i was kind.. i was so.. kind… i tried not to resort to this, but you simply gave me no choice.” the taller male’s thumb grazed your features, you felt something smudge on your head, then he brought his digits back close to himself, smile faded when he saw your dark red and dried blood dirtying his hands. in the company of a scoff, he wiped it down on your ragged shirt, all this as he glared his eyes strongly on you.

your legs was the only limb he agreed free, instincts kicking in ready to raise to attack —unfortunately for you, he saw through your little thinking and your ankles got hold together by his grip— “you truly upset me, girl…” he raised up from his position, ran pushed his hips slightly forward, carefully placing his hands on his sides, watching over you with despise. “hope this lesson sticks in your head…”

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ​🇷​​🇮​​🇳​​🇩​​🇴​​🇺​. 𓆩❤︎𓆪

'’ｒｅｖｅｒｓｅ’ ｌｏｎｅｌｉｎｅｓｓ ｉｎｄｕｃｔｉｏｎ '

‘they can also provoke the love interest to be the one people don’t want to approach, rather than the other way around. they will be the ones responsible of the people around the love interest starting to fear or be disgusted by the love interest, spreading rumors or false evidence that make the love interest look horrible so no one else will want to be around them, not even family and friends, leaving the yandere to be the only person the love interest can rely on and feel accepted and loved by. by doing this, the people close to the love interest will eventually disappear from their lives by their own volition, and the only one around to show their “understanding” and “compassion” to the love interest will be the yandere, without anyone else getting in the way.’

“she’s here..”

“is that her?..” they’re loud.

“she’s the girl who—..” they’re too loud. you finally cover your ears up with your shaky hands, legs now in hurry towards the entrance. eyes fixated on the ground, sweat rushing down on your forehead.

“they’re at it again?” a voice questioned, mockery evident in their tone. you shot up you’re head, accidentally staring right into his piercing orbs. he didn’t break the eye contact, stood his ground. a half smile rolling up to his face.

you swallow deeply, failing to give answer and with slower steps this time, carrying-on the mourning on your way. his hand snaked up to your left shoulder, squeezing it firmly.

“you… why are you always here for me?.. " his mouth parted, eyes widened a little, clearing his throat before answering the question. “how come the gossips not scared you off?..” your tone fading down word by word.

“let’s not bother talking about that.. focus on me. me, the only one left for you..”

he didn’t have the control over you? oh he must have it over other people. since, who would want to hang out with someone like you? someone, who steals, who always spread bad things about other, who is allegedly two-faced? no one. no one but him. haitani rindou. yes, he is the only person remained in your orbit. the desperate clinging to others only scared them off even more. why bother trying?

there was no room for guilt and remorse, just focusing on the goal. they left. they finally left. and he succeeded, even with muddy hands in the end. you were the goal.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ​🇮​​🇿​​🇦​​🇳​​🇦​ 𓆩❤︎𓆪

' ｄｅｌｕｓｉｏｎ '

‘the shock trope delusion yandere will create a false happy life with their loved one in their mind despite the real absence of the love interest in it or bad conditions around them. they will imagine and truly believe that they are in a close relationship with their love interest, sometimes even in their ideal home and a family life of their own. the yandere would be the only character to believe in this fictional reality without knowing the real sad truth.’

“and what do you know about her?” a taller male questioned, while walking forward with slow steps.

“so much more than anyone else…” he answers, peeking out under his white locks.

“you say that she’s head over heels for you, does she even know y—”

“yes.” a simple grumble falls from his lips, fearing if he looks to the person next to him, his hand would not stop ‘till guy’s beat to pulp.

“you’re crazy..” a whisper hit izana’s ear, he rewarded it by picking up his pace, leaving his company behind, shocked. they didn’t know you. izana was the one, the only one who knew who you were deep down. -obviously, when he was your boyfriend. in fast steps, izana passed by you, shoulder lightly brushing against yours. he had to hold himself back from outright attack you with his embrace, instead, he sent a small smile in your direction.

‘you saw him again, who was he? he must know me..’ these thoughts filled your head once again, it’s been like this… for a while now. out from pure curiosity, your head snapped around, fingers snaking around his biceps, stopping izana in his steps.

his orchid eyes burned a hole into your arm, as he watched intensely your hold on his arm. then those cold eyes traveled up to your face, seeing your eyebrows furrow, the edge of his mouth twitched into a smirk.

“who… are you?”

“darling…” the words were muttered, his head slightly angled downwards even though his eyes stared into yours, without an ounce of hesitation to turn away. “your boyfriend… don’t you recognize me?…”

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!