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oh my god just read ur mitsuya and chifuyu’s type post,,,,

would like to know how u think mitsuya would act around his crush!!

A/N: Ask and you shall receive! 

So, in my previous post I thought of Mitsuya being attracted to an independent and creative person. So I feel like he would be the type of person to try to mask his shyness around his crush by acting cool and calm around his crush. Like, he’s so used to being the one responsible for things and taking the lead, but when he sees his crush being independent in their work and handling things by themselves, it just makes him feel a bit vulnerable and out of place. This sudden change causes him to question himself and really make him think about how he should pursue his interests in you. 

When he realizes he has a crush, he tries his best to not let it show because he’s afraid his crush might catch on too quickly.

He’s always shy or nervous around his crush, but plays it off with confidence and a calm expression.

He sometimes tries to hint his feelings by offering advice to his crush if they are ever struggling with something or simply complimenting them and their work. 

He loves the fact that his crush has their own goals and wants to help them to succeed, so if there is anything that he can do to help, all they need to do is ask.

He secretly remembers the small things his crush likes and doesn't like and ends up developing a habit of showing what he remembers. For example, he’ll remember the kinds of food his crush eats and doesn’t eat and if the two of them are ever eating out with co-workers he’ll make sure to push aside or take the foods they can’t handle, so that they won’t end up having to try them to see which one’s are to their liking.

If there is something that particularly bothers their crush (e.g. sounds, pet peeves, triggers etc.) he’ll do his best to try to accommodate your tolerance and will defend you if someone tries to bother you in some way.

Naturally, Mitsuya is a gentleman and polite to others, however with his crush, there is a whole other level of his mannerisms. He won’t even realize that he is being overly polite with his crush unless they point it out.

He knows that he won’t be able to keep his feelings down for much longer so he tries to ask his little sisters’ advice on how to ask his crush out because his crush is similar to him and the only people that know how to deal with a personality similar to Mitsuya’s are his little sisters.

Ello! Im back, and if it’s not too much to ask for, could I request Mitsuya finding this kid(reader) on the streets, crying, so his brotherly instincts kick in and goes up to him, and find out that he was crying because his mother said he couldn’t become a fashion designer because he was a boy, than pulls out a sketch book with some cool designs and Mitsuya just sits their and cheers him up and supports him

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Fashionably, Fuck Your Parents

Mitsuya x child reader

this is soo cute, though i do not really know how to cheer someone up, i tried my best and i hope you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting. i really don’t know how to comfort somone

It was a pretty normal day for Mitsuya, he met up with friends, had a fun time and now was just minding his buisness, going around the streets of his neighborhood. It would have been a normal day for Mitsuya if not for the young boy on the side of the sidewalk with his head burried in his knees and his arms crossed around his feet. The boy was sniffling lightly, though he idd not seem to be hurt. Mitsuya knew this kind of sitiuatuin all too well, Mana and Luna were no different when they were upset. 

It was strange to see a littly boy crying alone on the sidewalk, no paretns or friends with him, it wasn’t the safest street either, so something must be wrong. He rushed over to the boy, his big-brother-alarms-bells ringing. What surprised him a little, was that the youngster didn’t look up at all, no reaction to anything happening around him. This meant that either he wanted to be left alone, which would be dangerous to simply ignore all kinds of sounds, or he really didn’t notice anything, he was too lost in his own mind.

Mitsuya crouched down, he gently layed his hand on the kid’s shoulder and shook him lightly. The boy hardly ahd any reaction, except for a quick glance directed at Mistuya, just curiouse as to who might be there. No reaction, no sound to make the other aware of what situation he was in, he just burried his head back in his knees going back to the harmful thoughts he had.

Mitsuya frowned a bit at the lack of respone from the youngster, but nevertheless he couldn’t leave the kid alone on the side of the sidewalk. 

“Hey buddy, mind telling me what got you so upset, maybe i could help”, he said softly, to reassure he meant no harm.

He did not expect the kid to answer immidietally, he was willing to stay a while to try and comfort the child to the best of his ability.

A few senconds passed before he heard some mumbling in between the sobs. 

“Muh parens sad i culnt be a fashon desingu”

This could mean many things, but Mitsuya didn’t know how to deciver that and just stayed silent.

not getting an answer, the kid looked up at Mitsuya with teary eyes adn repeated his earlier statedment. 

“My parents said i couln’t become a fashion designer”

“Why would they say that?” he just wanted to be sure, he had this suspicion about why the parents told him no

“becuase i’m a boy”

A yes, because a boy shouldn’t do something “feminine”. Such stupid reason to crush a childs dream, making him cry because he was a boy. Mitsuya decided then and there that he would help the boy achieve his dreams and prove his parents wrong.

“you know that being a boy shouldn’t stop you from achieving your dreams”

(name) looked at him, silently asking fro more reassurance and Mitsuya gladly spoke abuot how he was actually really good a sewing and his friends were supportive and were quite amazed by his  skill.

they talked and talked and eventually (name) took out a sketchbook from his backpack, that Mitsuya only now noticed, and he showed the older boy his sketches. A very talented individual for his age, Mitsuya made sure he knew how amazing he was at drawing. Again he told him to never give up on his dreams, especially when he had such amazing skill.

They boy eventually went home with a big smile on his face, proud of his art, and with a promise that they would meet up again.

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mitsuya dying but all he can think of how much he regrets it all. he regrets not cooking his sisters lunches, not finishing their new clothes he made for a birthday party that was coming up. he regrets not staying long enough to help hakkai. he regrets too not being able to stay to help mikey, he knows his death will only leave mikey even more broken. mitsuya is usually a calm person. but at his last breath, he was anything but calm, only wanting to turn back time.

mitsuya fingers me til i squirt pls plsplslslsllslls

you lil horny freaky FUCK. i gotcha.

“c’mon, baby. give me what i want.” mitsuya whispers against the shell of your flushed ear, kissing along your earlobe and neck as the palm of his hand collides with your sobbing pussy. he knows you’re tired, not wanting to give up yet until you’ve squirted all over his mattress with your toes curling and eyes rolling back to the point you saw into a pit of black nothingness. you’ve already cum three times tonight. once from the piercing and talented tongue that rested in his mouth and twice from his cock fucking you absolutely stupid. but that wasn’t and would never be enough for his insatiable need to see your body shuddering again and your airway constricting as he forced a stream of clear liquid from his cute little fuck toy. you’ve been at it for an hour and nothing has yet to come. he’s patient and impatient all together. the tent in his pants rising yet again when you finally call out “f-feels like i have to p-pee… no more p-please, takashi…” his fingers fuck you harder and faster, obscene squelching and gushing noises flying through the air as he encourages you to release. he curls and scissors his digits vigorously and with desperation, groaning at the sight of it finally happening, eyes widening and tongue lolling out as you make a mess on his lower half and bed below. he stills himself, allowing you the chance to calm down before removing his fingers and bring them to his lips with a smile of victory, “thank you, pretty.”

hope you liked it <33. sorry it took so long to respond!

Why can't you love me as you love him?

Characters: Mitsuya, Reader and Koko

A/N: Swearing, abuse, blood, violent, comforting at the angst, cheating and nsfw scene of mitsuya cheating :D

There's a gun scene so pls if your uncomfortable by it don't read 4 your safety and health

( if your a minor I'll make a line and immediately scroll Thru it and if you see the line again stop there if your okay with that)

Word count: 1.1k+

You looked around the house to see that it was all true.. he cheated. Of course this wasn't the first shit he has ever done, but you just had enough with Mitsuya cheating on you treating like you were a piece of shit. You quietly packed most of your things in the shared bedroom you and mitsuya did a lot of things but who the fuck knows what if they fucked in the bed you slept in?

You felt drained, tired and want to kill him but you can't. You love him, you wanted a distraction, you couldn't just hold your tears anymore as you walked to your friend's house for the time being. You sobbed, sniffles audible and you felt used. You knocked on the door of your friend's house hoping they would answer but the door opened to someone else. A man who has a scar on his face and you assumed he had a blind eye. You sighed and said sorry, leaving the property until you heard your name being called. As you look back you saw your friend, you could recognize them by their face. Though you could see that they changed their hair color to white, you stayed at your spot not moving. Your eyes began to blur, suddenly it went black.

You fainted. It wasn't a surprised since you were weak and haven't eaten a proper meal for a week due to stress. You woke up the next day to a room that's unfamiliar. You heard footsteps behind the door, you freaked out and hid yourself under the blanket shaking. The door was slowly opened, you heard a sigh from the corner of the room. You sneezed by accident and blushed at what happened, the blanket covering you was snatched by the white haired person.

You smiled and saw Koko Hajime, "Hajime!" You cried in happiness and crawled to him, the sudden hug you did caused both you and Koko to fall on the bedroom ground. Since the sudden noise triggered some people and immediately went into the room with guns in their hand ready to shoot. You looked terrified to see them holding guns, you gripped Koko's shirt tight making him bring his hand behind your bag and rub it to attempt to calm you down. You felt scared, terrified, worried, words can't describe how you saw those guns. It felt like you remembered something traumatic..

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Flash back:

"takashi!~" you opened the house door smiling, you looked around and saw Mitsuya on the couch naked with another girl riding him. You stood there speechless, you wanted to fit him now and there. You felt tears run down your face, "Mitsuya who's this? You didn't say you were in a relationship?" The women asked Mitsuya who stopped riding them.

As soon those words left her lips you felt betrayed. You were married with mitsuya for years, you both planned to even want kids once. The box you were holding fell on the floor, like how your heart shattered in pieces. You noticed the woman was Mitsuya's body type, he just married you because he loved your "Personality". You believed him but in this moment you trust in him. The women has black hair long and straight, skinny, the right amount of breasts and ass, her beautiful face. You can't compare to her at all. It was like she was everything you wanted to have.

Mitsuya's head was thrown back and he looked at you, scoffed and thrusted his hips to women. You heard the woman moan and tears fell beside your eye.

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You closed the door and ran to the nearest park you knew. Your heart shattered by the man who you loved, who was most of your first. It pained you to see him cheat on you making your heart ache from remembering the memory. After a day you spent at your cousin's house you went back to mitsuya. You knocked on the door to be opened by Mitsuya who had dark circles around his eyes. You looked at it but didn't care for it as you shoved Mitsuya away out of the doorway. when he was about to say something, you walked past him and went upstairs. You stared at the messy bedroom in disgust, then felt an arm wrapping around your neck and pushed you to the wall. Mitsuya held a gun on your forehead pinning you to the wall, you stared at the gun gripping on Mitsuya's shirt that you're scared to be held at gunpoint. He then removed the gun and slapped you, it went by too fast. …..

You didn't even get a proper explanation

End of flashback.

You gripped on Koko's shirt making him sigh and pulled you closer, kissing your forehead and his hand moved to your cheek rubbing it carefully. "I wished she was mine" ".. I wish I was the one that married her ``''… I hate to see her cry, I will kill Mitsuya for cheating her yet again." Koko thought but came back to reality when you held his hand. He blushed and looked at the hand you were holding, he smiled shyly "Y/N.. I'm so sorry.." he whispered to you, you looked at him. You both held eye contact for a while but it broke when a person coughs. You looked at who it was and it was Sanzu, you sighed and let go of Koko looking away. "Leave right now pls" Koko said to the men at the door.

As the men walked out he sat on the bed and pulled you onto him. You fell on his lap and he puts you on his lap, his head on your shoulder and hands rubbing your waist. "I don't understand.. Why would Mitsuya do that? Have you seen yourself? You're beautiful.. he must be blind." Koko blunty said, making you blush and jump out of his embrace. You blushed, making him smile softly, "The most beautiful woman I have ever seen…." He bluntly stated making you turn around, your back facing him blushing so much.

You heard a creak and Koko hugged you from behind, making you smile and turn your head. As you turned your head you accidentally kissed Koko when he was about to kiss your cheek, you blushed but Koko just chuckled.

"Forget about him…"

"I'll show you how it is to be actually loved."

" Just be mine. "

Tags: @ambrodias (kindly dm me if you want to be tagged<3

Your not mine.

Part one here: <3

A/N: Mitsuya x Reader? Angst

And this is when they are married and before he cheated

Wc: 490+

Warnings: Cheating, slight nsfw in part1

Mitsuya pov ig?

I know you y/n..

Why can't you look at me like how you look at him?

Am I….. not good enough?

Mistuya looked at himself in the mirror in his kitchen, he sighed and turned his head in disgust. Why….. Why did you choose me? Mitsuya doubted everything you said. Especially… I love you..

Everytime you say it Mitsuya wants to burst out crying because he knows that you're not his. He sees how you and Koko look at eachother. Not the same way as you do to him. He sees how you look at him when he passes by. He wished and wished it was him but it never came true.

He wanted to break up with you in the first place because he felt the love you told, shared and showed was lies. He wanted to, but doesn't have the guts to tell you. True or not he doesn't want to hurt you, he wants to break up with you but can't. He doesn't have the heart to since he loves you but you don't love him back.

He lied and lied to himself that you love him, he knows that you don't love him but he wanted you for himself. Mitsuya felt greedy and possessive when it came to you. He wanted you all to himself, himself only. No one else's, just you. He wanted you all to himself. He looked at your sleeping form on the couch and smiled, he went closer to you and placed his hand on your cheek softly rubbing it. He sighed and walked felt like giving up, he wanted you to love him as he loves you, but he can't.

He loves you a lot, willingly will be there by your side at your lowest, will be by your side when you need him. Yet why can't you just see me like how you see him?

He wants to cry, and keep you only you himself but he knows you will once not be by his side anymore.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Don't look at him!

Love me.

Mitsuya has so much urges to kill Koko for stealing you from him, his lover. He wants to but can't because he could imagine how much pain you would be in…

As you left to work Mitsuya gave up and accepted that you love Koko more than him. You both belong together and it's sadly painfully obvious. Tears fell down his eyes to his cheeks.

(Insert him cheating here because he needs a distraction)

It hurts.

It hurts!

Let this pain stop PLS..

I'm begging...

My first love….

My last love..?

Til I met you, I never knew what love was, then I met you. This feeling seems to grow more every day sadly, you're not mine anymore.

Tags: @ambrodias

SUMMER

Mitsuya thinks the girl working at a convenience store near his house is kind of cute.

Fluff, bad humor. Around 1k words

Mikey hits Mitsuya on the back and lets out an over exaggerated yawn. He tries not to push the shorter friend away from him as they walk towards the small convenience store that was owned by an elder man who treated every Toman member as if his own grandchild. They started going to that store when they just formed Toman since everything there was cheaper than in other stores and it was a great deal especially for young punks like them who did not have a lot of money.

“We need some good snacks.” Mikey whines. “I don’t want crackers anymore. They’re dry and disgusting.”

Draken pulls Mikey away from Mitsuya and raises a brow while looking at the president of Toman. “If you have some money to buy better snacks then please do so.”

“Actually, Shinichiro gave me some cash today. So we will be eating good, boys.”

Baji pushes the door open and confidently walks into the store with the other boys, yelling out the old mans name to say a hello, but instead they see a girl their age sit behind the cash register with pyjama pants and an oversized hoodie.

“Who are you?” Mikey points his finger at her. “And what did you do to the old man working here?!”

“You mean my grandfather?” You raise a brow as you look all of the boys up and down.

While working at a convenience store, you find yourself meeting a bunch of interesting people who come in and out of the store. Some of them are regulars, stopping by for their daily coffee or snack, while others are just passing through. As you scan their items and make small talk, learning about their lives and interests. Some people are extremely nice and some are a bunch of weirdos who you hope to never see again, like for example a man who comes over to the store after his shift. Which does not sound weird, but when you realise it’s a man in his sixties dressed up as a clown buying a bottle of whiskey and complaining to you about how kids are a bunch of pieces of shit who should not exist at all, it does raise some concern. Though you only see him on Saturdays around 6PM.

What you haven’t seen before though was a young boy pointing a finger at you and blaming you for making your tired grandfather disappear. You heard stories about these boys from your grandpa, but never actually saw them, because you did not want to spend your free time at a convenience store. But your money has been getting low and you wanted to buy some new clothes before summer ends, so you decided to work for your grandpa for the summer.

“Sorry about him.” A tall guy with a tattoo on his head bows down a bit and grabs his friend by his shoulder dragging him away. The other’s scatter around the store looking for something to buy for their movie night. As you scan all of them once again you notice the boy with purple hair and a light bulb shines above your head.

“You’re Mitsuya, right?” You ask and he quickly turns around with a smile, answering with a yes.

You grab a bag full of sweets and give it to him.

“Pops said to give it to you once I see you. He bakes them fresh every day. Said your sisters like them or something.”

You notice how his eyes light up and he grabs the bag from your hands with a “thank you” and a bow.

“Please thank your grandfather for me. My sisters do enjoy his pastries a lot.” His eyes caught your own and you realise that they’re a really pretty colour. One you haven’t seen on other’s before or even if you did, you did not pat any attention to it. But something about Mitsuya is different. In a good way.

That day the boys leave with bags of snacks and you find yourself thinking about the boy with purple hair.

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A few days pass and Mitsuya comes back again. This time without his friends, but instead with two little girls hanging around his arms. He introduces them as his sisters and you find it extremely cute how close they are to their brother and how they do not want to leave his side at all. But what you don’t expect is one of them giving you a compliment while you were scanning their items.

“You’re really pretty.” Luna states and you almost drop the can of tomato soup.

“Oh, thank you.” A smile finds a way onto your face and your cheeks have a rosey colour to them now. Receiving compliments from elders, or young boys will never be the same as receiving compliments from kids. Elders lie through their teeth, while boys just want to get with you, girls give you compliments and then talk shit behind your back. But kids.. Kids are ruthless. They always spit the truth. “You and your sister are prettier though.” You wink at them and as Mitsuya looks at you smiling at his little sisters he realises that you are very pretty indeed. How your eyes started to shine after his sister gave you a compliment and how cute your crooked smile was.

After they leave Mitsuya thinks to himself that he needs to come there more often, even if he doesn’t have a lot of money in his pockets.

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The third time he comes, he’s there alone. He only grabs a pack of gummy bears and a milk carton.

“That’s a weird combo.” You raise a brow and tilt your head to the side.

“Don’t say anything about it.” He sighs.

“You sure this is safe? You won’t be running to the toilet in like five minutes to shit your guts out?”

“You have a foul mouth.” Mitsuya starts to laugh. “The gummy bears are for Luna and Mana, while the milk is for my mom.”

“My bad.” You smirk. “Thought you were a weirdo for a second there.” And Mistuya laughs again.

As you look at him laugh, you start to realize that he's kind of cute, and you feel a flutter in your chest. As he leaves the store you find yourself waiting for him to come back again.

And Mitsuya makes sure he does just that. He just needs to make a plan how to get your number.

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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!

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'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.

​⋆⭒˚｡⋆ 🇹​​🇦​​🇰​​🇦​​🇸​​🇭​​🇮​. 𓆩❤︎𓆪

'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!