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The Delinquent Next Door - Part 1: Strange Encounter

Synopsis: You come home, only to see your neighbor trying to break into his own apartment. What’s more? He’s a complete jerk!

Pairing: Hanma Shuji X Neighbor! Reader

Genre: Fluff? I’m not sure- (Neighbors to lovers)

Warnings: Mild cussing, insults, mild mentions of blood and violence

A/N: This is my first time posting on here, so I hope you enjoy! (check out part 2!)

Part 1    Part 2     Part 3     Part 4 

All Hanma wanted was to be able to pass the time with a couple of beers he had snagged from the shitty, run down convenience store around the corner near his apartment complex. 

Kisaki hadn’t called him up to take part in another one of his adventurous schemes that he had planned for the night, so he decided to take the opportunity to relax for the night and just wait for him to call him out in the confines of his small, shaggy apartment. 

But, that plan immediately went to shit after he had performed an entire body search on himself for the past half hour for the one thing that was keeping him from entering his apartment.

Just fucking peachy.

Cursing under his breath, Hanma continues to aggressively search his soaked  hoodie and jeans for his keys. 

Just where the hell could they be? I could’ve sworn I left with them...

Then, he pauses, and in that moment, realization slapped him across the face.

Before he had went to the convenience store, he had saw the chance to pick a fight with a few small fry gangsters that were nearby. The reason behind it? Simple. He was bored. And, while doing so, it had started to pour, but, of course, that didn't stop him. 

However, it didn’t occur to him at the time that there was a possibility that he could’ve dropped his keys while he was having a field day with the poor souls that happened to ‘stumble’ across his way. 

After all, he couldn’t just go home without having a little bit of his own fun. Wreaking havoc was something that he needed, so his life didn’t feel as dull as a rock. Picking fights was the same as eating and sleeping in his mind. 

Anyone who took a glance at him, let alone witness the way he would walk around with his clothes that were occasionally decorated with small blood splatters as well as coupled with his bloody knuckles, would know right off the bat that the word ‘peaceful’ didn't exist in his world. 

That included his next door neighbor.

However, the current question remaining was how he was supposed to get inside without his keys.

The answer he was looking for immediately surfaced in his mind.

Guess I’m just gonna have to kick the door open.

Sure, instead of busting down the door like the heathen he is known to be, he could just ask the landlady for the spare keys to his door. 

But, then he'd have an earful of the old hag’s nagging, and that's the last thing he needed to add to his night.

Besides, there wasn’t anyone around to scold him for it, so it was the perfect chance to bust down the door without getting reprimanded in the process. 

Huffing, he lets the plastic bag he had slinked around his wrist drop to the floor with a heavy thud.

He plants his left foot down, while he readies his right foot to kick the door. 

Lifting his right foot up, he shifts all his weight into his leg, forcing his foot forward as he lands the first kick against the door. 

He repeats the action for a few minutes, until he sees a slight crack in the opening, but not enough to completely open it.

Another one should do it.

Before he could kick the door again, he stops mid-way when he hears a familiar voice ring in his ears.

“Excuse me.”

His body completely freezes, as if he was stuck in time for a moment. 

Slowly, he brings his right foot down, and turns his head to the side, only to see the one and only person he’d least expect to be out so late at night.

You. His fellow next-door neighbor.

Usually, you’d be home by 10 and have classical music blasted all night long. How exactly does he know this? 

He just happens to watch stalk you from the stairwell on the second floor whenever he’s out for a smoke. Your routine was quite predictable.

His golden orbs scan over you, observing the tension in your muscles as he casts his gaze at you from a few feet apart.

You wore plain jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, along with an ugly-looking, dark brown apron with nothing but your flimsy name-tag adorning it at the top right corner.

The awkward silence didn’t do the situation any justice as you held the stare of the tall, lanky male, who’s clothes were in the same condition as your own.

“Um...I know it’s not any of my business, but... I don’t suppose you need help getting in?” Your voice slightly trembled, but it held concern for the infamous delinquent.

Furrowing his brows at the offer, he glances at the slightly cracked door and back at you.

“You want to help me break down the door?”

Your eyes flew wide open at the response. 

“Is that what you’ve been trying to do?! Do you not have your keys?” You questioned.

He shoved his hands in his muggy pockets and shrugged. “Lost em’.”

“Why not ask the landlady then? You do realize you are gonna have to pay for the damages? Or even worse, get kicked out?,” You interrogated, folding your arms over your chest. The tension in your body completely melting as you scold the tall male, as if he were a child.

The admonishment and questioning was annoying, yet...cute? 

A smirk tugs at his lips. How amusing it was to get scolded by his usually quiet neighbor. Hell, he’d go so far as to try to add more fuel to the fire. 

“Well I certainly ain’t gonna wanna answer to the old bat, so do ya got any better ideas doll?” The cliché pet name rolls smoothly off his tongue. Funny how he’s trying to to be flirty, despite the odd situation he was conversing with you in.

“Watch your mouth,” you retort. 

The response only causes to further grow the devious smirk on Hanma’s face. His amusement at the small banter doesn’t go unnoticed by you. 

“If you’re so bothered by going to ask the landlady for the spare keys, then you could just pick the lock.”

“Do I look like a burglar to you?”

“I didn't mean it like that!”

He hums, “Sure.”

Strike one.

“Besides, I wasn't talking about you.”

His eyes widen for a moment.

Wait...what?

Shocker much? To Hanma it certainly was unexpected. 

Hanma had never expected his shy, passive neighbor to even have an idea on how to break inside someone’s home. Let alone have the knowledge to pick a lock.

Funny how you can learn a lot from people you barely interact with in just one night.

He quirks a questioning brow as he points a slender finger to the door. Once again, glancing from it and then back to you.

“Are you telling me...you know how to pick a lock?”

Silence. 

You turn your head to side as heat rises to your cheeks. Subconsciously, you slightly shift from one foot to the other.

“Well...I mean...”

“You can pick a lock?”

Strike two.

This jerk.

You whip your head back to him and scoff. 

Unbelievable.

I guess this is what happens when you try to be helpful to the infamous delinquent of Kabukicho. Give em’ and inch and they take a whole damn mile. 

You knew better to expect this, but you were raised to help others, no matter who they were or what they did. Regardless, he was starting to tick you off.

Just how cocky is he?

If only you knew.

“Yes, I can pick a lock.” You force out, feigning confidence in your answer, despite the fact that you were perfectly capable in doing so.

He narrows his eyes, the same shit-eating smirk stretched across his face. “A goody-two-shoes like you can pick a lock? I don’t believe it.” He mocks, folding his arms as he leans against the cement balcony.

And there goes strike three.

“Why you-! You know what. Fine. Good luck busting down your own door!” You huff, as you turn on your heel towards your own apartment room door, fishing out the keys from your apron’s pocket.

“Sure. Thanks!” 

Just who does he think he is, that little-

You pause. Huh?

For a moment, you could feel a twinge of guilt settle in the pit of your stomach. 

Sure he was a jerk. No doubt about it. But, your conscience nagged you a little more about considering his side of the story. 

It was bad enough he’s soaking wet and not even able to get inside to change into dry clothes. He could catch a cold and, in the end, still get into huge trouble with the landlady. 

If you were being honest with yourself, the old landlady wasn’t as much of a saint either. She was quite bitter towards others when she wanted to be (which was everyday when someone even breathed the same air as she did). 

You sighed.

An idiot. That’s what he was.

Biting down on your lip, you reluctantly turn back to see your troubled neighbor once again prepare to bulldoze his door.

You watch as he readies himself to once again to kick it down. 

“Wait!”

A frustrated groan leaves his lips as he snaps his head back to you, only to find you knelt down in front of his door, two hairpins stuck in between the lock as you tinker with the small pieces of metal.

Hanma blinks owlishly a few times.

That was quick.

Oddly enough, Hanma finds himself standing beside you, leaning against the wall while watching carefully as you work.

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It doesn't take long until you hear a familiar click of the door unlocking.

You quickly stand up, while picking up the wet plastic bag that had been forgotten long ago.

You peek at the contents, taking notice of the four cans of beer and bag of cheese curls.

The sudden bitter smell of nicotine and the puff of smoke invades your senses.

“I believe that's mine,” he interrupts, gently taking the bag from your hands. He walks inside his room, stopping midway through the door frame, while turning back to you.

“By the way,” he pauses, taking another drag of the cancer stick that was nestled between his parted lips, “What’s ya name?”

For a moment, you blanked at the question. 

“[f/n]. [f/n] [l/n].”

He smiles.

“Thanks for the help, doll~”

You let an exasperated sigh.

“You ask for my name, yet you still use such a corny nickname for me? You’re infuriating.”

He shrugs. “I only asked cus’ I was curious. Get used to it.”

You frown. “Jerk...” you mutter.

You pipe up at the sound of a snort followed by a deep chuckle emitted from the male.

I help him and this is how I’m treated? The nerve!

Silently cursing your conscience once more, your thoughts are interrupted.  

“Nice to meet ya, [f/n]. I’ll see ya around, yeah?”

You absentmindedly nodded.

But, before you could muster a question of your own, he shuts the door without another word.

Now, there you were, standing in front of your neighbor’s half-beaten door, completely stunned.

You shake your head.

You make your way inside your own room while closing the door behind you. Slipping off your shoes and hanging your keys, you silently trudge your way over to the old record player where you would faithfully play Mozart all night long. 

After washing up and settling yourself in your bed, you lay awake as you replay the events of tonight with your troubling neighbor in your mind.

You chuckled to yourself. How silly. 

Sighing, you look out the window of your apartment with a content smile resting on your face.

Deep down, you hoped to see the neighboring delinquent more often. Hopefully, not in an odd situation as what you experienced tonight.

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Looking At Me

Prompt: Tokyo Revengers boys caught you staring at them 

Genre: fluff, sickly romantic?

Warnings: None except for y/n being a slight pervert in Mitsuya’s part sorry not sorry

Characters Includes: Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Baji, Mitsuya

A/N: heyyy luvs, I’m back in the saddle lol. Just wanted to share some 3 AM thoughts that I had wrote up! I’m considering making more parts of this cuz this had me running LAPS 🫠, feel free to tell me what you think! Also, thank you all so much for the appreciation of my posts, you all are the best, enjoy!

Parts:

Part 1    Part 2 

“And then ken-chin was like-hey, y/n, are you listening to me?” Mikey asks, tilting his head up to look at you as he adjusts his position from where he layed in your lap. Silence was your only response as you continued to gaze at him with nothing but love. Gently, he reaches a hand to your face, delivering feathery touches to your cheek. You hummed at his soft gesture, placing your hand over his own. “Sorry. Wasn’t paying attention.” You breathe out, snapping out of your love-sick daze. Pouting, he’s quick to sit up and turn his full attention to you, “What? The whole time?” You couldn’t help but giggle at his puppy-like nature. “You were just so cute, I couldn’t help myself Mikey,” you confessed, smiling as your boyfriend’s cheeks sprouted red at your sudden confession. He’s quick to bury his flushed face into the crook of your neck, pulling you into a messy hug that causes the both of you to topple back down on the couch with him on top of you. “Why do you have to be so cute all the time?” he whines, burrowing his face deeper into you as you laugh at your boyfriend’s soft nature.

Draken grunts softly as he straightens his posture after three long hours of tinkering with the bike he had been working on. “Hey babe, could you pass me that wrench from the toolbox over there?” he groans, stretching out once more from his hunched-over position. When he doesn’t hear your usual “yes baby” or “ok kenny” he turns over to where you were seated at on the stool that wasn’t too far from where he was working, only to be met with your fixated orbs on him. You were hunched over with your elbows propped on your knees and hands holding your face. Raising a brow, he walks over to you and gently pinches your cheek, “Angel?” Feeling the soft tug on the side of your face, you snap back to reality, and are met with your boyfriend’s questioning gaze. “Hm? Yes?,” you asked, straightening yourself up as you looked at the blonde’s questioning gaze. “How long have you been staring like that?” he asks, tugging your arms to pull you up into a strong embrace. You grin, resting your head against his firm chest. “Is it wrong for me to admire my hard-working boyfriend?” you hum, grin growing wider as you listen to the sudden rapid heartbeat of your tall lover. Clearing his throat, he tightens his grip on your waist. “N-not at all, I was just worried s’all,” he mutters.

“Thanks, come again soon!” Chifuyu chimes from behind the counter as he waves off another customer of the pet shop. Sighing, he turns his attention to you, where you sat on a chair, cross-legged with mischievous, narrowed eyes. He slightly jolts at your sudden trained gaze on him. “y-y/n?” he calls out, snapping you out of your trance. You smile sweetly at the sound of your name being called from the dark-haired male. “Yes, love?” “How long have you been staring at me like that?” he asks, relaxing his temporary tense muscles as he makes his way over to where you were sitting, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Not long enough,” you smirk, throwing him a wink. Chifuyu gawks before quickly covering his now reddened ears at your remark. “Baby!” he groans. You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched the warmth spread from the tips of his ears to across his face. “I love you~,” you coo, blowing him a kiss. You certainly would be the death of him.

You sigh, as you continue to observe Baji from afar as he talks with the other division captains of Toman. You sat fully on Baji’s bike, leaning over the front of the bike with elbows propped on either side of the bars as you held your face up to admire your long-haired lover. You could never get over the fact of how handsome Baji looked with his hair out, of course with the complement of his gang uniform as well. You couldn’t help but grin like an idiot as you let your mind wander in your thoughts as to how in the world you got so lucky to be with someone as sweet as Baji. Despite his violent nature when he is in fights, he never fails to be as gentle and caring towards you. Even when you first met him, he had been nothing but a gentleman to you. “Hey…y/n?” a waving hand enters your field of vision hearing the familiar voice of Mitsuya, you slightly jolt up from your dazed state as you turn your head to the side to face a smirking Mitsuya. “You’re so obvious, why not just take a picture of him? It would last longer.”  he snickers. You glare at him, landing a hard smack to his arm. “I’m her boyfriend, she doesn’t need a picture if I’m around her all the time.” Chimes the familiar, aggressive voice you knew all too well. Before you know it, a warm hand is tugging at your chin, turning your head to face none other than your boyfriend. “Don’t worry babe, you can stare at me whenever you feel like it,” he smirks, gently thumbing over your plump lips. 

Mitsuya always looked so sexy when he was concentrating on his work, but the price for the nice view was such a mighty one. It was such a shame that he seemed to pay more attention to pieces of fabric than you. Huffing, you couldn’t help but glare daggers at the flimsy inanimate objects that Mitsuya had been toying with on the model mannequin for the past few hours, not even realizing that you have been eyeing him the whole time. You even had the chance to admire his butt from where you sat, not that you were complaining, but it was frustrating when you weren’t being acknowledged by your workaholic lover. Unconsciously, a slightly high-pitched whine reverberates from your throat, snapping Mitsuya out of his focused zone, turning his full attention to you. Smiling he calmly walks over to you, reaching a hand to cup your pouting face, “Yes, honey?” he coos, the nickname causing butterflies to flutter your stomach. “You’ve been neglecting me Takashi, I bet you haven’t even noticed me at all” you cry out, earning a chuckle from the calm male. Leaning over you, he uses his other hand to hold himself up using the amrest of the chair, while the hand he had on your cheek wanders under your chin, tilting your head up as he inches his face closer to your own, giving you a better look of his handsome features. His gaze flickers back and forth from your mouth to your eyes, slowly leaning in next to the side of your growing crimson face, breath fanning against your ear, “Oh, my love, you mean how you’ve been staring at me the whole time?” he asks in a husky tone.

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(*´∇`)ﾉ I hope your day is going well :) and if it isn't troubling you, can you do izana with a gf who's a pianist?? Imagine having duets with him playing his guitar 👀

HI! thanks for the request, hope you have a good day ❤️‍🩹 I absolutely love this idea! also, I hope you don't mind if I made an os instead of hcs

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— Duet

"Are you sure you can afford it? It's really a lot of money" says Kakucho putting the last box on the floor. You nod in satisfaction, knowing that this piano was the result of a year and a half of wages "Absolutely yes. Besides, I don't think I can get a refund even if I wanted to" you say placing a hand on the piano, shiny and black. Kakucho sighs and bids you farewell, heading to his room

You had the home gym moved to another place just to have free room to put the piano. It had taken some time since your boyfriend and Kakucho didn't see eye to eye, but over time they had both changed their minds. So, once you cleared the room and painted it a lavender shade, you were just waiting to buy the piano. The day was today and the piano was already assembled in the center of the room

Izana had not been able to help Kakucho in moving the boxes from the instrument shop to your house, he was unfortunately busy with an issue with the Haitani brothers. But he would be home soon anyway, so you didn't worry

Since you and Izana came of age, so about a year ago, you had taken custody of Kakucho and together you had moved to a house in the suburbs. The house, although not large, was laid out well enough to have several rooms to use for recreation beyond the normal ones. One of them was the gym, one was Izana's study, and another had become the room with the piano

You and Izana had known each other practically forever. You had arrived at the orphanage a year before him, after your parents had disappeared for unknown reasons. You had met him and with the arrival of Kakucho your group had strengthened. At the age of 10, as a joke, you promised to get together a few years later, but instead it really happened: since you were 13 you were a couple. Living in a house together wasn't strange to you since the orphanage was ultimately a home

"Let's see what you can do, little boy" you say approaching the piano, sitting on the stool. Check if it's in tune and it is, then improvise some tunes. Your passion for the piano had been born many years before, when the director of the orphanage had joined a musical project. You had tried the piano and, seeing how good you were, he had you take private lessons until your last day in the orphanage

You continue with your slow melody for a few more minutes, until you suddenly turn around and see Izana sitting in the armchair behind you "You scared me!" you say out of tune, but Izana gives you an amused smile "The melody was beautiful. Wasn't it the same one that the director said he loved?" he says getting up from the chair, standing behind you "Not really, that's another one. Wait" you say placing your fingers back on the keys, playing the song Izana intends. It was one of Beethoven, of which you actually didn't remember everything perfectly, but the result was always something pleasant

You play your melody calmly, occasionally adding parts that are not from the song but invented by you. The sound is nice, and Izana seems to agree. He places a hand on your shoulder, motioning for you to continue. You nod a little confused, seeing him leave the room

He comes back a few seconds later, holding his guitar close to him. Tune it with little time and try to join your melody, and few minutes pass before he completely enters into the melody, also inventing some random notes which however do not change the beauty of the song. It's not uncommon for you to do these things, it happened often with the little piano you had in your room until a few days ago. It was something pleasant for you to play with him, you loved that boy and the way he, unexpectedly, could play the guitar so expertly and calmly. You smile at him, looking up from the piano as you don't stop playing. Only you know how much you love this boy, how much you have faced being both without parents. If you were to lose him, it would be the end for you, not even Kakucho would be able to save you, even though he is the second most important person for you

“Can you go to E minor? I want to try something" you tell your boyfriend, not sure if what you want to do is embarrassing or not. But come on, he even saw you naked... he could be embarrassed about something else, not this. Izana nods, and the key of the song takes on another life, slightly higher. You sigh and look down, focused on the notes "You may be nobody, but in reality you are everything to me" you sing in a low voice, taking the first verse of a song that you often heard on the radio of the orphanage, of which you don't know the name but all the words

"If the world were to collapse I would have no problem if I were by your side, your breathing is the reason why I carry on" you sing, raising your voice a little, trying to also maintain concentration on the notes of the piano "Your thoughts are the reason I believe in children's imagination. The color of your soul is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" you say, feeling my cheeks red with embarrassment. You don't dare look up but it seems like Izana is focused on the guitar

"... You may be nobody, but in reality you are everything to me" sings Izana, taking up the verse from the first verse. You look up smiling, surprised that he has started singing too “I believe in angels because I am certain that you exist” you sing, and Izana joins in on the last line. The chorus is completely played, without words. You look at each other and understand that in the end the song isn't wrong: you know about the existence of angels because Izana Kurokawa exists. Take the words back and spend the rest of the song looking at each other, singing

The song ends with a small guitar solo. You wait for him to finish playing to give him a round of applause, but you see him walking towards you: he delicately lifts your chin and places a small kiss on your lips "When you play you are something unique" he whispers on your lips, making you shiver "I can say the same about you,” you say, chuckling. He smiles at you and puts the guitar on the floor, placing it against the wall "Tell Kakucho to get ready. We'll go out in an hour" he says leaving the room, but you don't remember why they have to go out. You get up and follow him, while he has already arrived in his room "Where are you going?" you ask

"Don't you remember? Tonight at 8pm there's the meeting with Toman" he says with his back turned as he takes his Tenjiku uniform from the wardrobe. You had completely forgotten about this fight "I remembered it was another day. I'm going to warn Kakucho" you say nodding to your boyfriend, who nods his thanks to you

It's really true, if something ever happened to Izana you would never be the same. But he is strong, he is the strongest in Japan. You can't worry knowing that no one can beat him

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(*´∇`)ﾉ I hope your day is going well :) and if it isn't troubling you, can you do izana with a gf who's a pianist?? Imagine having duets with him playing his guitar 👀

HI! thanks for the request, hope you have a good day ❤️‍🩹 I absolutely love this idea! also, I hope you don't mind if I made an os instead of hcs

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— Duet

"Are you sure you can afford it? It's really a lot of money" says Kakucho putting the last box on the floor. You nod in satisfaction, knowing that this piano was the result of a year and a half of wages "Absolutely yes. Besides, I don't think I can get a refund even if I wanted to" you say placing a hand on the piano, shiny and black. Kakucho sighs and bids you farewell, heading to his room

You had the home gym moved to another place just to have free room to put the piano. It had taken some time since your boyfriend and Kakucho didn't see eye to eye, but over time they had both changed their minds. So, once you cleared the room and painted it a lavender shade, you were just waiting to buy the piano. The day was today and the piano was already assembled in the center of the room

Izana had not been able to help Kakucho in moving the boxes from the instrument shop to your house, he was unfortunately busy with an issue with the Haitani brothers. But he would be home soon anyway, so you didn't worry

Since you and Izana came of age, so about a year ago, you had taken custody of Kakucho and together you had moved to a house in the suburbs. The house, although not large, was laid out well enough to have several rooms to use for recreation beyond the normal ones. One of them was the gym, one was Izana's study, and another had become the room with the piano

You and Izana had known each other practically forever. You had arrived at the orphanage a year before him, after your parents had disappeared for unknown reasons. You had met him and with the arrival of Kakucho your group had strengthened. At the age of 10, as a joke, you promised to get together a few years later, but instead it really happened: since you were 13 you were a couple. Living in a house together wasn't strange to you since the orphanage was ultimately a home

"Let's see what you can do, little boy" you say approaching the piano, sitting on the stool. Check if it's in tune and it is, then improvise some tunes. Your passion for the piano had been born many years before, when the director of the orphanage had joined a musical project. You had tried the piano and, seeing how good you were, he had you take private lessons until your last day in the orphanage

You continue with your slow melody for a few more minutes, until you suddenly turn around and see Izana sitting in the armchair behind you "You scared me!" you say out of tune, but Izana gives you an amused smile "The melody was beautiful. Wasn't it the same one that the director said he loved?" he says getting up from the chair, standing behind you "Not really, that's another one. Wait" you say placing your fingers back on the keys, playing the song Izana intends. It was one of Beethoven, of which you actually didn't remember everything perfectly, but the result was always something pleasant

You play your melody calmly, occasionally adding parts that are not from the song but invented by you. The sound is nice, and Izana seems to agree. He places a hand on your shoulder, motioning for you to continue. You nod a little confused, seeing him leave the room

He comes back a few seconds later, holding his guitar close to him. Tune it with little time and try to join your melody, and few minutes pass before he completely enters into the melody, also inventing some random notes which however do not change the beauty of the song. It's not uncommon for you to do these things, it happened often with the little piano you had in your room until a few days ago. It was something pleasant for you to play with him, you loved that boy and the way he, unexpectedly, could play the guitar so expertly and calmly. You smile at him, looking up from the piano as you don't stop playing. Only you know how much you love this boy, how much you have faced being both without parents. If you were to lose him, it would be the end for you, not even Kakucho would be able to save you, even though he is the second most important person for you

“Can you go to E minor? I want to try something" you tell your boyfriend, not sure if what you want to do is embarrassing or not. But come on, he even saw you naked... he could be embarrassed about something else, not this. Izana nods, and the key of the song takes on another life, slightly higher. You sigh and look down, focused on the notes "You may be nobody, but in reality you are everything to me" you sing in a low voice, taking the first verse of a song that you often heard on the radio of the orphanage, of which you don't know the name but all the words

"If the world were to collapse I would have no problem if I were by your side, your breathing is the reason why I carry on" you sing, raising your voice a little, trying to also maintain concentration on the notes of the piano "Your thoughts are the reason I believe in children's imagination. The color of your soul is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" you say, feeling my cheeks red with embarrassment. You don't dare look up but it seems like Izana is focused on the guitar

"... You may be nobody, but in reality you are everything to me" sings Izana, taking up the verse from the first verse. You look up smiling, surprised that he has started singing too “I believe in angels because I am certain that you exist” you sing, and Izana joins in on the last line. The chorus is completely played, without words. You look at each other and understand that in the end the song isn't wrong: you know about the existence of angels because Izana Kurokawa exists. Take the words back and spend the rest of the song looking at each other, singing

The song ends with a small guitar solo. You wait for him to finish playing to give him a round of applause, but you see him walking towards you: he delicately lifts your chin and places a small kiss on your lips "When you play you are something unique" he whispers on your lips, making you shiver "I can say the same about you,” you say, chuckling. He smiles at you and puts the guitar on the floor, placing it against the wall "Tell Kakucho to get ready. We'll go out in an hour" he says leaving the room, but you don't remember why they have to go out. You get up and follow him, while he has already arrived in his room "Where are you going?" you ask

"Don't you remember? Tonight at 8pm there's the meeting with Toman" he says with his back turned as he takes his Tenjiku uniform from the wardrobe. You had completely forgotten about this fight "I remembered it was another day. I'm going to warn Kakucho" you say nodding to your boyfriend, who nods his thanks to you

It's really true, if something ever happened to Izana you would never be the same. But he is strong, he is the strongest in Japan. You can't worry knowing that no one can beat him

“SPOILED” he loves being spoiled by his rich girlfriend

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : izana kurokawa

࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, fluff

࿐*ೃ tw : cursing

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ "IS IT JUST me or has Izana been acting odd lately?"

Kakucho spoke up, breaking the silence between him and the Brutal Generation, as well as the executives of Tenjiku. He was unable to contain his curiosity much longer. He pondered in his mind all the time; whether the others noticed this subtle change in Izana.

"Izana has always been unhinged, Kakucho. Since when he's not acting odd?" Ran casually remarked, finding his question strange. "You know him personally much more than we do. Surely, we can't give you any answers even if you demand one from us." Rindou added.

"What's so odd about Izana anyway?" Shion asked, his brain still trying its hardest to discern the meaning behind Kakucho's inquiry. "If you are talking about how he has been hanging out a lot on his own, I personally don't think it's strange." Kanji stated whilst he munched on a mochi.

"You know him. He doesn't like it when we question his actions." Muto advised, patting the younger male's broad back to reassure him. "I know, but...ahh, there is just something off about him. I can't get it out of my mind unless I figure it out." Kakucho argued, persistently staying true to himself.

"My gut feeling is too strong for me to ignore it... Alright, that's it. I'm going out to check on Izana. He went out to the city again today. You guys wanna tag along?" Kakucho offered invitation to the rest of the executives. Shion, Kanji and Muto were unsure. They didn't want to dig their own grave.

But the two Haitanis thought otherwise. They were thrilled by the idea of spying on Izana during his casual stroll in the city. They might discover something unbelievable.

"We are coming along~" Ran agreed to Kakucho's invitation, his hand resting on top of Rindou's head. Rindou wore a wide grin on his face, excited by the adventure they were about to experience. It could be a death wish but who cares! Life wasn't fun without taking risk.

Seeing two of them agreeing to this maniacal, suicide-borderline plan, Kanji, Shion and Muto sighed defeatedly and eventually agreed to Kakucho as well. Delighted by their cooperation, he smiled at the older males happily.

"Alright, let's go now!"

Meanwhile, in the city, Izana was strolling in a clothing store with you, browsing the various clothes and shoes sold in the store in complete silence. There was no way he would want to buy them as most the stuffs he wanted was overpriced.

His amethyst-hued eyes suddenly landed on a pair of shoes. He stared long at the said shoes, as if he was attracted to them. He was unaware of how long he was fixing his gaze at the footwear. Noticing his behavior, you smiled at him and picked up the shoes he secretly wished to have.

Shocked by your action, Izana looked at you in disbelief. "No, not again." He opposed your idea. He knew you too well; you were planning to buy the shoes for him. But you shook your head and brought the shoes along as you and your boyfriend made your way to the store clerk.

"Yes, again. I told you, just buy anything you want. I can pay for the goods."

"You're always spoiling me."

"And I love doing that. Especially spoiling you."

Izan smiled softly at you, his one and only girlfriend. To be honest, he didn't know you were from a wealthy family until he went on a first date with you. It was astonishing to figure out this interesting fact about you.

Izana reached out his hand and held your hand warmly. "That's why I love you so much, mahal." He whispered seductively into your ear, tightening his hold on your hand. Your cheeks heated up upon hearing his attractive voice. God, you always had a thing for voice. Hearing a sexy voice like his made you weak in the knees. "I love you too, sweetie."

You paid for the shoes much to Izana's happiness. He never, never even once asked you to spoil him with your wealth. You willingly did it for him and he appreciated it so much. Even though he couldn't buy any expensive gifts like you did, you adored every single thing he did or give to you as presents.

You weren't a picky and judgmental girl.

"So, where should we go now?"

"Mahal, I'm hungry. Can we stop by KFC?"

"Sure! And you better keep your wallet in your pocket. Today's date is on me."

"But..."

"No buts. I invited you to the date so I have the rights to spoil you."

Izana chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. You were persistently stubborn when it came to this topic. It was no surprise to know you hated being the spoiled one during date. Only on rare occasion, you would let him pay during the date.

"If you say so, mahal." Izana leaned in to kiss your forehead. Your face went ablaze, delighted by his soft kiss. That was right, this was what you wanted. Receiving rewards in the form of physical touched everytime you spoiled him. Izana was the best when it came to showing love through physical touch.

Hooking your arm with his, you and Izana walked out of the clothing store as he flirted with you, effortlessly causing warmth to spread across your cheeks.

"After this...wanna come over to my place to chill, mahal?" Izana whispered flirtatiously into your ear. You could practically hear the smirk in his teasing voice as his arm found its way to snake around your waist. "I love to reward you for all the treats and spoiling...you deserve so much from me."

"Eager much, aren't you? I'm always up for it. I love to be spoiled by you later."

"Thought you hated being coddled by me, mahal."

"Your "spoiling" is different and that's why I love it."

The warmth in your cheeks kept rising up. You could never stop flirting with Izana when he started making his move. He would continue whispering sweet nothings until you overheated.

Unbeknownst to the couple, a group of curious delinquents were spying on them with the youngest having his jaw dropped to the ground in disbelief.

"I-Izana...since when did he— has a partner?" Kakucho gasped, his mouth agape wide open. Shion, Muto, Kanji, Ran and Rindou were left speechless as well. Izana, never once, showed the slightest bit interest in relationship considering that man hated "troublesome burden". Hence, seeing him all sweet with a girl was a miracle. This fact might take a while to be embedded into their brain.

"Let's go follow them. I need to confirm again—"

Much to Kakucho's misfortune, Rindou unintentionally slipped and brutally pushed Kakucho out of their hiding spot. Due to panic, all of them left the alleyway to help Kakucho and Rindou to get back on their feet.

Of course, this led to their downfall.

Thanked to the chaos, Izana and you were drawn to take a look. The Tenjiku leader was displeased to find his executives all hoarded together. He figured out right away that they were spying on him.

"You know them?" You asked, curious of his sudden change of facial expression. You were still linking your arm with his. Izana's face scrunched with irritation, aggravated by their rude interruption. You knew Izana was involved in gang activities but you had never found out that he was the leader of his own gang.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here?!" Izana yelled at his exeuctives. His roaring voice sent shivers down to their spine. He untangled his arm from your hold, dangerously walking toward the other elite delinquents of his gang. Shion was on the verge of tears, fearing for his life and safety.

"S-Shit, run! RUN! FUCKING RUN!!" Shion, being the most coward among all of them, made a run from Izana's wrath. Izana ignored the others as they were already frozen on their spots so he began chasing after Shion, catching up with his speed easily.

"Wait, you fucker! I'm gonna fucking kill you for interrupting my date!!"

The small chaos somehow turned into a big calamity as Shion, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, Muto and Kanji now needed to face Izana's rage.

While you just stood there all confused but enjoyed the evening drama nonetheless.

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“BIRDS OF A FEATHER” you and him are soulmates...

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : nahoya kawata

࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, yandere! reader

.࿐*ೃ trigger warning : sorta graphic details of torture scene, bdsm, yandere behavior, blood

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ OH, you were so in love.

Seeing him for the first time painted your grey world with kaleidoscopic colours. Hearing his attractive voice made your heart skip a beat that you recorded his voice everytime he was talking near you. Seeing his big smile never cease to brighten up your day.

Since you were only a child, you used to loathe school as you despised being forced to socialize. You preferred staying at home and isolated yourself in your personal sanctuary also known as your bedroom, the only place in this world that made you feel safe. But since you met him, you started to like school.

Nahoya Kawata was his name. Such a beautiful name fitting for a perfect man like him. People around, especially his twin brother, addressed him as "Smiley", referring to his tendency to smile almost all the time. You yourself had never seen him without a smile before.

He was charming, cute and funny.

You started interacting with him during your first year in highschool though it was mostly one-sided. Around that time, Souya, his twin brother, was absent to school so Nahoya attended school alone. Not to mention, that was his first time showing up at school ever since the new school year started. Unfortunate for him, that day, the teacher assigned the students to complete an assignment in pair.

While most classmates had found their partner for the assignment, two students remained alone. Those two students were you and Nahoya. The teacher forced you to pair up with him even though you firmly assured you were capable of finishing the assignment alone. When Nahoya approached you and sat in front of you, your world suddenly stopped turning. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest as your gaze landed on him.

At the moment you saw his bright smile, something inside you...changed.

"This is shit and I suck at this subject. My bad but I have to leave everything to you. You don't mind, do you?"

You were at loss for words as Nahoya had finished talking. You tried to speak but your voice cord didn't work, as if refusing to cooperate. You ended up staying quiet the whole time while Nahoya giddily led all conversation. He barely did any work yet you didn't care. You finished the assignment yourself and still gave him credit.

It wasn't his fault he couldn't contribute to the assignment. You were too nervous to talk to Nahoya properly. His flirtatious voice, his cute laughter made your heart fluttered with excitement.

How was it possible for a single man to make you act this way?

Nahoya and you had been in the same class since first year of highschool. He skipped school often so you ended up stalking him outside school hours. For two years straight, you stalked him, learnt many things about him and fell in love with him more everyday.

Now, you both were in third-year. You barely saw Nahoya on the first year of high school as you knew he was involved with lots of gang activities. But he came to school more often these days. You heard rumors that the gang he joined had disbanded around the time you and him were about to finish first year of highschool.

Seeing him at school more often was a blessing for you. Not only you could observe him more but you could stare at him all day while he was busy spacing out in class. Watching him doing silly stuffs like annoying Souya, doodling questionable things on his desk, dozing off during lesson.

It wasn't that hard for you to watch him as Nahoya sat next to you.

Regardless of the joy you felt, there was a downside to this change in Nahoya's life. Considering he presented himself to school a lot more these days, many of your female classmates started to pay attention to him. His bright personality as extrovert made him approachable hence unsurprisingly, he got along well with the rest of the class.

You didn't want to lose him. You couldn't let other girls stole him from you. So you decided to change yourself to be in the same league as him.

You developed your communication skills, enhanced your charm as a woman and improved your seductiveness. You even changed your style, from head to toe, but the external change wasn't as tremendous as your internal change. It wasn't like your old self was completely gone. You were just...pretending to be a friendly, cheerful trendy girl to protect your loved one. You would not lie, you were proud of yourself for the dedication you poured into this. Now, there were two popular figures in class.

Nahoya and you.

While you were adored by the boys, Nahoya became the major heartthrob for the girls. Despite undergoing such massive transformation, you were yet to have the capability to interact with Nahoya properly. Both of you were like strangers in class now.

Nahoya used to greet you everytime he saw you but now...he no longer did that. He became cold out of nowhere. He greeted everyone in class except you. You were heartbroken but you didn't give up. After all, what's love without a few obstacles and hardship? This was a test for your loyalty and love for him!

You needed to do everything in your power to fix this situation then win his heart.

One of your female classmates organized a party. She came from a rich family so the party was a luxurious one. Everyone was demanded to wear fancy garments or they would get kicked out.

"Anybody who dresses like a damn hobo doesn't deserve a place in MY party!"

You weren't a huge fan of fancy dresses and you had no interest in attending the party. Of course, you had to take part because Nahoya would be there. You couldn't let it slide. That girl, the party host, had a huge crush on Nahoya. If you didn't join the party, there was a chance for her to steal him from you.

For once, you asked your parents to buy you something. They were more than glad to buy you expensive goods since you were their one and only child. Plus, you were very "well-behaved" in their eyes. When you asked them to buy you something, they were overjoyed. You never asked your parents to buy you anything. Only this time, you had to as the dress you wished to own was over your budget.

You made the right choice. The dress looked perfect on you. Not too revealing, easy to move around despite being a dress and you could potentially outshine the party host, also known as your female classmate, your current rival.

You were the center of attention at the party.

Everyone's eyes were on you as you casually walked around the host's fancy house, quietly enjoying the food and pretending to not notice the eyes studying you. Even Nahoya couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"Hey, (L/n)... Mind some company?" A boy, one of the attractive boys in your class, offered you a drink. You accepted it with a smile even though you were mentally gagging at the way he smiled at you.

You want Nahoya to smile at you like that.

The boy's smile widened before he boldly wrapped his arm around your waist. Now, you weren't expecting for him to be so daring. You chuckled awkwardly and tried to push him away. "Hey, save that for later. Why don't we chat first?"

You made up an excuse and he bought it. He began happily talking to you, discussing about your "transformation" and how much he had been attracted to you since then. Occasionally, his eyes would flicker from your eyes to your lips. His hand started to slowly rub your hips.

"You are eager, aren't you?" You managed out while cracking a fake smile, cringing at your own words. He brushed it off with low chuckles. You then looked away from him, your gaze landed on Nahoyaand a girl who happened to be the host of the party.

Oh, you were boiling with rage.

The girl was flirting with your future husband, her arms wrapped around his neck as she playfully caressed his fluffy hair. You wanted to go over to them and smash her head into the wall repeatedly until she dies. But you had to hold back that dangerous urge.

"So, (L/n)...why don't we-"

"Fuck off."

Too tired to keep up your fake facade, you left the boy perplexed as he questioned himself where he did wrong. You walked away from him and you glimpsed at Nahoya once again.

He was looking into your direction.

You didn't know if you were imagining it or if it was real. But you were in hurry and couldn't think straight.

You needed to plot your revenge.

When the party was over, you approached her. "Hey, (Rival/name)." You greeted (R/n) joyfully, pretending as if you were delighted to meet her. She was shocked as she thought everyone else had gone home. "What the fuck- Why are you still here?! Go home!" She shouted at you, displeased with your presence.

"Chill, Young Lady." You sarcastically remarked, handing over a glass of water to (R/n). She looked at the glass, glaring at you. "Stop pretending to be nice, attention whore." She spat at you, swatting your hand away from her. The glass fell from your grip and dropped on the floor, shattering to thousand pieces.

"You became the center of attention by dressing like a slut and now you want to tell to my face how better you are? FYI, I only invited you because you are an eye candy to the boys. If I didn't, none of the guys would agree to come, even my own boyfriend. So shut the hell up and leave my house AT ONCE." (R/n) shoved you with a bit force. You were forced to step back a few metres from her.

The rich girl suddenly chuckled, throwing a dirty look at you while presenting a smirk of victory. "But hey...you didn't get the special attention from Nahoya-kun. Oh my God, he was so sweet just now. I kept losing track of time because he was too good at flirting."

She was lost in her own made-up fantasy, imagining things that didn't actually happen but it happened in her own perspective. Nahoya didn't even flirt with her. Most of the time, she was the only one talking. The conversation was practically one-sided.

Hearing that, you were on the verge of losing your temper.

"Nahoya-kun is much better than my current boyfriend. That asshole can't keep it in his pants. You must be happy to steal his attention from me. But go ahead and have him, (L/n). I'm gonna dump that dumbass anyway-"

Before (R/n) could finish talking, you tackled her to the ground and strangled her with all your might. She kept thrashing and struggling under you, her legs kicking back and forth to free herself. Her choked scream couldn't be heard by anyone considering she was alone right now.

There were only you and her in the house.

Her face was turning blue, her eyes rolled back into her head. Saliva dripping down the corner of her mouth, her erratic movement gradually came to a halt. When it fell into silence, you snapped back to your sense. You observed the woman underneath you, lifeless. You didn't feel an ounce of sympathy at all. In fact...you felt contented.

Your rival...was gone. No one would get in the way of your love again.

At least for now..

"...I need to get rid of this bitch." You exclaimed calmly.

Lucky for you, you already got your driving license and owned your first car, which was also bought by your parents. They bought it as gift for passing your driving license test. You loved your parents so much.

You drove back home, dragging the body down to the basement and took out your circular saw, originally owned by your father. You didn't forget to put on the raincoat to cover yourself. You dismembered the body of your rival, the raincoat you were wearing now drenched with blood. Your face darkened with madness as you witnessed the gory sight of your dismembered, dead enemy.

Once the dismemberment was done, you shoved each of the dismembered body part in a black garbage bag. There were six garbage bags in total, which meant you had to throw these garbage bags at six different places to avoid suspicion.

This was your first murder yet you were unfazed. You soon stored all the trash bags in the car boot and drove away from your house.

You drove around the neighborhood and other neighbourhoods to find the incinerator area to get rid of the dismembered body parts perfectly. It was late night so no one was out. Most stores were close except for some shops which were opened for 24/7.

Unbeknownst to you, you ended up in the neighbourhood where Nahoya lived as you were to absorbed in getting rid of the body parts.

You found another incinerator area which was left unattended. No camera, completely unlocked. You smiled in relief. This would be your last stop before you could go home and rest.

You got out of the car and took out one last trash bag...which contained the head of (R/n). You went over to the incinerator and opened its two doors. You were eager to dump it when you suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"(Y/n)...is that you?"

Your heart beat faster in anxiousness as you instantly recognized the voice. How could you not? That sweet, seductive voice belonged to your crush...you would never forget it.

You turned to Nahoya, standing still as he fixed his gaze at you. You were frozen in fear as you were exposed, not to mention the witness was the man you loved. Due to panic, you dropped the trash bag. Tears were pooling in your eyes. You crossed your arms over your face as attempt to hide from Nahoya. "N-No...I can explain myself-"

"Oh, you are getting rid of "trash" too~♡" Nahoya exclaimed playfully, his grin widening with excitement. Confused by his words, you hesitantly looked at him. He approached you but you stepped back, still feeling nervous with him.

"Say, why don't you try peeking inside the incinerator properly first?" He whispered into your ear eagerly, making you feel weak in the knees. You did as he asked, taking a look inside the incinerator. Your eyes grew wide in astonishment. You didn't see it earlier considering you were in rush.

There was already a body inside.

The body of the boy who flirted with you earlier.

"What...did you do this?"

"Obviously."

Nahoya suddenly grasped your waist. Your face heated up from the physical contact. "I can never forgive anyone who tries to make you theirs...(Y/n)." He whispered into your ear. You tilted your head up, your body heat increasing.

"I thought...you hated me. Because you suddenly stopped talking to me."

"That's your fault for becoming too popular. You suddenly changed and all boys paid attention to you. I should be the only one giving you attention."

"I just wanted to become someone of the same league as you."

"I prefer the real you, (Y/n)."

When you heard that, your heart jumped in happiness. You weren't wrong to fall for Nahoya. He...loved you for who you were. He saw the real you, not the you who masked yourself with fake cheerful personality to grasp the hearts of others.

"Man...we share so many similarities. You got rid of that annoying hag for me? Thanks, (Y/n)♡." He chuckled happily. "You must be tired from this, right? Now...why don't you..." Nahoya unzipped the bloody raincoat with his gloved hand. He removed the raincoat and your rubber gloves, dumping them in the incinerator. "Leave the rest to me, okay?"

You stepped back and let Nahoya finished your job. He picked up the trash bag and dumped it inside the incinerator before switching it on. Nahoya looked like he was used to doing this.

And all of sudden, everything clicked.

This explained the disappearance of some male students at your school.

You realized that lately, some boys from your school had disappeared mysteriously. And all of them were the boys who confessed to you. You brushed it off as coincidence. It never crossed your mind that someone was doing that kind of job...for you.

'He...has been getting rid of those boys...for me? Nahoya did? So, our feelings are indeed...mutual.' your face intensified with bright blush, fascinated by the efforts he did behind your back.

You were not the only one in love. Nahoya felt the same.

When Nahoya was done, he walked back to you. He pinched your chin between his fingers, brushing your lips with the tip of his fingers. You still had a little blood stain on your face and ankle but not even a moment, Nahoya showed a hint of disgust. In fact, it turned him on.

"So.." he paused, then wrapped his arm around your waist. "Why don't you show me your place? There must be lots of cleaning left for you to do.."

"I can help with that."

You did. You brought him to your place.

You couldn't resist him. The way he smiled at you as he politely asked to see your place melted your heart. And the fact that he kept rubbing your thigh as you drove earlier... My god, you almost went insane.

Nahoya assisted you with the rest of the cleaning, from the circular saw to cleaning the whole basement, leaving everything spotless and flawless without any dirt or stain. You told him to make himself comfortable while you go to take a quick shower.

' He is in my house... He IS in MY HOUSE..'

You couldn't stop thinking of the things you had fantasized to do with Nahoya..

'What if he asks to go to my bedroom..? Oh, God... I will never be able to hold back myself anymore..'

You left the bathroom and put on your favourite pajama. You went over back to the living area where you found Nahoya waiting. He seemed to be inspecting your family photos. "Mhm..she is so cute.." Nahoya muttered to himself whilst studying a picture of you as a kid. You were raising a trophy high in the air , one that you won during your kindergarten Sport's Day.

"There is nothing interesting here...just a.."

"A cozy house perfect for a small family. You have loving parents."

"Your parents are nice too."

"Yeah but my mom is hella scary and crazy when she is mad. Always hitting me with her sandal, especially when I prank my twin brother."

You laughed along with Nahoya upon hearing the funny story. Silence filled the room as he continued inspecting each of your family pictures. You walked close to him before hugging him from behind. Nahoya stayed still, feeling your arms around his waists wrapped tightly. He placed his palm on the back of your hand, rubbing his thumb soothingly. "What's wrong, (Y/n)?" He chuckles then intertwined his fingers with yours.

Nahoya grasped your hands and untangled your arms from his body before turning you around, pinning you against wall. He nestled his knee between your thighs. Heat rushed up to your head at the position you were in right now.

Nahoya leaned closer to your ear, whispering flirtatiously, "Can't resist me anymore?"

Nahoya looked at your face. You were staring at him, with lovestruck gaze full of infatuation. God, how he was so in love with that gorgeous gaze of yours. "We are really birds of a feather, huh?" Nahoya exclaimed, pinching your chin between his fingers and pulling you close to his face. His lips were only inch away from yours.

You were frustrated. Nahoya was a huge teaser. He knew you were going insane right now, desperate to have his lips locked with yours. And he was enjoying every second of your frustration while his knee pressed against your covered lower region harder. "Who would have thought my innocent, quiet girl...turned out to be a cold-blooded killer like me?"

"You are indeed my soulmate, (Y/n)."

Without wasting more moments, Nahoya smashed his lips against yours. Your eyes went wide but you melted into the kiss in an instant. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his arms slithered around your waist. "Nahoya," you moaned out his name softly. "I love you so much."

"Oh, (Y/n)," Nahoya whispered into your ear, his lips planting wet kisses on your neck. "I fucking love you more." He chuckled when he earned a loud moan from you. "Mhm, fuck. I love your voice so much..cry for me, (Y/n)."

"I'm gonna make you cry out my name until you fucking pass out,"

You would be lying if his words didn't turn you on. There were heart shapes in your eyes as you started rubbing your clothed private part against his knee. "Please," You begged, "Make me yours, Nahoya. I belong to you, only you."

"Fuck yes, you are." Nahoya was delighted. He kissed you again passionately, his tongue never stop exploring the inside of your mouth. You kept staring at him with infatuation.

Finally, he became yours.

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“PENITENCE” he regrets everything, wishing to turn back time to make up for his loved one.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : tetta kisaki

࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, angst, siblings!au, sister!reader

࿐*ೃ trigger warning : manga spoiler, blood, death, major angst

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ YOU were seven when your parents divorced, and Tetta was four. The split was abrupt and messy, leaving both of you reeling. Your mother worked long hours to distract herself from heartbreak, and your father completely distanced himself, leaving the two of you with only each other to rely on. You took on the role of a caregiver, cooking simple meals, helping Tetta with his homework, and tucking him into bed at night with stories of brave knights and magical lands.

Tetta adored you, looking up to you as both a sister and a surrogate parent. Your bond was strong, forged in the crucible of shared hardship. Despite the challenges, you managed to create a world of warmth and security within your small home.

As the years passed, your responsibilities grew. Balancing school and looking after Tetta became increasingly difficult. Yet, you persevered, driven by love and a sense of duty. Tetta, in turn, thrived under your care, excelling in school academically.

Although Tetta was not as outgoing as other children, you loved him as the way he was. He was a genius, a prodigy, so you didn't worry much about his reputation. He excelled in his academic journey.

But as Tetta entered his teenage years, things began to take a drastic turn. He started hanging out with a different crowd outside his school, kids who seemed to always be in trouble. You noticed the shifts: the late nights, the change of his appearance, the defiant attitude. You tried to reach out but Tetta began to pull away.

Countless arguments ensued at home every time you confronted him regarding his dangerous behavior, to the point you raised your hand one time and slapped him. Ever since that day, Tetta despised you, while you drowned yourself in guilt. You blamed yourself for everything, for failing to understand your little brother.

In the months that followed, the distance between you and Tetta grew. He became more deeply involved with his activities. The warmth and camaraderie that once defined your relationship were replaced with icy silence and tense confrontations. You threw yourself into studies, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy, while Tetta drifted further away.

You didn't understand, you couldn't fathom it. Where did it all go wrong? What did you do to deserve this fate? Tetta, the only family who loved and adored you..was fading away.

One day, you put all the puzzle pieces together. The fateful encounter with his childhood friend, Hinata, and her boyfriend, Takemichi, brought everything to light. Through Takemichi, you somewhat understood Tetta's reasoning.

That's what brought you here today, to the battlefield between Toman and Tenjiku; to stop your little brother's madness and acute schemes.

You sprinted through the dimly lit streets, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. The night air was cool against your flushed skin, but it did little to alleviate the burning in your lungs. Ahead, you saw Takemichi's silhouette, his figure illuminated by the occasional streetlamp. He was running with a sense of purpose, his focus unwavering as he pursued your little brother, Tetta.

You pushed yourself harder, the urgency of the situation spurring you on. Tetta's small frame was just barely visible in the distance, his movements frantic and desperate. The streets were eerily quiet, the usual bustle of the city replaced by an almost oppressive silence. Your footsteps echoed loudly in the stillness, a constant reminder of how little time you have left.

Every second counted, and you couldn't afford to fall behind. Your legs ached, but you forced them to keep moving, to keep pushing forward. You couldn't let Tetta slip through your fingers again.

As you caught up to Takemichi. you saw him suddenly halt, his body rigid, his eyes locked on something in the distance. Confusion and a sense of dread washed over you. Why did he stop? You were about to call out to him when you finally see it.

Your heart stopped. Time seemed to slow as you took in the horrifying scene before you. Tetta was lying in the middle of the street, motionless. His body twisted unnaturally. His limbs were splayed out, and he was supporting himself weakly on his left elbow whilst trying his hardest to get up. Signs of bleeding and bruises were visible on his face, the blood trickling down the side of his head.

Tetta's mind felt foggy, as if he were trying to swim through thick, murky water. His body felt heavy, every movement sluggish and uncoordinated. He blinked, trying to clear his vision, but the world remained a blur of lights and shadows.

With a groan, Tetta attempted to push himself up from the ground, his muscles trembling with effort. But to his horror, his body refused to respond. Panic surged through him, sharp and suffocating.

What's happening to me? Why can't I move?

"Huh?" His heart pounded in his chest as he struggled against the invisible force that seemed to be holding him down. His mind raced with terrifying possibilities, each more horrifying than the last. Was he paralyzed? Had he been injured in the accident?

As his vision began to clear, Tetta forced himself to take stock of his surroundings. He was lying in the middle of the street, the harsh glow of the streetlights casting long shadows across the pavement. His body felt twisted and contorted, his limbs splayed at unnatural angles.

And then it hit him, a sickening wave of realization that threatened to overwhelm him. He wasn't just injured. He was dying.

Tears stung Tetta's eyes as he struggled to come to terms with the truth. He wanted to scream, to rage against his cruel fate. How could it end like this?

"DAMMIT! THE HELL IS THIS?!"

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! I CAN'T STAND UP!"

"SHIT- ARGH!"

Tetta's screams echoed through the empty streets, a raw, primal sound of anguish and desperation. He thrashed against the invisible chains that held him down, his muscles burning with exertion. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the sweat and blood that coated his skin.

Tetta's struggles ceased as he felt the warmth of the hand enveloping him, a stark contrast to the cold grip of despair that had held him moments before. His heart skipped a beat as he heard the familiar voice, soft and soothing, calling out his name with gentle warmth.

"Tetta," the voice whispered, like a gentle breeze rustling through the trees. "It's okay, Tetta. I'm here."

Tears welled up in Tetta's eyes as he turned towards the source of the voice, his vision blurred. There, kneeling beside him, was you.

"Sis.." Tetta choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. You remained smiling for your little brother, cupping his face, You could his temperature dropping significantly. The realization broke your heart and tormented your heart with fear of the future. Yet you stayed smiling for Tetta.

"I don't want to die!" he cried, his voice hoarse with extreme fear.

"You won't. You won't." You tried to reassure Tetta, although you knew his fate was already sealed.

"You don't have to worry. I called the ambulance already. You will be fine, okay? Trust me." You reassured again, as tears began to well up in your eyes. You smiled tearfully at Tetta, and his chest tightened. The crystal tears glistening in your eyes dropped on his face.

Your smile was like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds, filling him with a sense of warmth and comfort he hadn't felt in what seemed like an eternity.

As Tetta's memories flooded his mind, each moment of cruelty and neglect towards you felt like a dagger piercing his heart. The weight of his actions bore down on him with crushing force, his chest tightening with the weight of regret and guilt.

Tears streamed down his face unchecked as he choked on his sobs, his apologies pouring out in a torrent of anguish and remorse. "I'm sorry, sis," he cried, "I'm so sorry for everything. Please, please forgive me."

He could feel the weight of your embrace, your arms holding him close with a tenderness that he knew...he didn't deserve. With each word of apology, he begged for your forgiveness, his voice growing hoarse with desperation.

"I never meant to hurt you," he whispered, his words barely audible through his tears. "You don't deserve a younger brother like me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"

His heart ached with the intensity of his longing to make amends, to undo the pain he had caused you through his thoughtless actions. He vowed to himself that if he could just survive this, he would dedicate himself to being the brother you deserved, to making up for all the hurt he had inflicted upon her.

And as Tetta clung to his sister, his tears mingling with yours, he prayed with every fiber of his being that somehow, someway, he would be given the opportunity to redeem himself, to earn back the love and trust that he had so callously thrown away.

You shook your head, defying his words. "Don't say that. No matter what happens, you'll always be my beloved little brother, Tetta. In this life, or in another life and forever.."

"Because I love you.."

As Tetta's desperate struggle against death continued, his heart beat with a fierce determination to cling to life for your sake. With each labored breath, he fought against the encroaching darkness, his sole desire to utter those words back to you.

But as the shadows grew deeper and the light began to fade, Tetta's strength waned. His chest heaved with the effort of drawing in air, his body growing weaker with each passing moment.

"Sis, I...lo.." And though his lips formed the words, no sound escaped them, lost in the silence of the night.

He wanted so desperately to tell you how much you meant to him, to ask for your forgiveness one last time. But as he gazed into your eyes, he knew that his time had run out.

With a final, shuddering breath, Tetta's body went limp in your arms, his last exhale a gentle whisper against her skin. The world seemed to hold its breath, suspended in a moment of profound stillness.

In the deafening silence of the night, you opened your eyes to meet Tetta's gaze, hoping against hope to find a glimmer of life, a spark of warmth in his eyes. But as you looked into his vacant stare, your heart plummeted like a stone sinking into the depths of despair.

The lights that once danced in his eyes were gone, extinguished like stars fading into the blackness of the night sky. His gaze held no warmth, no flicker of recognition, only an emptiness that chilled you to the core.

A strangled sob escaped your lips as the horrifying truth dawned on you, crashing over you like a tidal wave of grief. Tetta was gone. His spirit had departed, leaving behind only the shell of his earthly form.

You reached out a trembling hand, brushing your fingertips against his cold, lifeless cheek, wishing desperately for some sign, some indication that this was all just a terrible nightmare. But there was no denying the truth that lay before you.

Tears blurred your vision as you cradled Tetta's still form in your arms, the weight of his absence pressing down on you like a leaden weight. Your heart felt as though it had been torn from your chest, shattered into a million irreparable pieces.

With a cry that seemed to tear through the very fabric of the night, you collapsed against Tetta's lifeless body, your sobs wracking your entire being. Your cries echoed through the empty streets, a mournful symphony of grief and despair.

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Orphan

plot: kaku meets a kid who turns out to be an orphan

warnings: she/her pronouns and female oriented words usage (wife etc), tooth rotting fluff + slight x reader

(gif is not mine)

Kakucho was on his way home, to his wife. Just like any normal day, as normal as it can be in Bonten, he took the road he would always use.

Wanting to surprise his wife with the sudden idea crossing his mind, he parked in front of a bakery. He checked his phone to see if he was late or if he would be late, he didn't want to stress Y/N, knowing she already enough on her palate with her upcoming projects.

He payed for his baked goods before heading back to his car.

Kakucho felt so lucky, all his life he had dreamt of a family of his own, especially after his parents' death... But let's not get into that, right? These are his happy thoughts, not the time for emotional crap, he thought.

Of course he couldn't stop himself from thinking about his life in the orphanage, how would his life end up like if his parents hadn't died? Would he have still met Y/N? One thing for sure, he wouldn't end up as a gangster, probably a very normal job he would have.

To his surprise he clashed into something- no, someone.

Looking down he noticed a little girl, five years old or so...

"Sorry, I wasn't looking." he apologized to the girl. He looked around to see her parents yet he couldn't see anyone. "Wait, where are your parents?"

The little girl shrugged,

"At home," she replied. "I just wanted to go to the park, that's why I'm out if that's what you're wondering, mister."

Kakucho shot her an unimpressed look,

"So you're telling me that your parents let you go out at this hour... when it's already dark outside?"

She didn't meet his eyes, instead shrugged again.

"Come on, let's drop you home, little one."

She got in the car with Kakucho's help, she looked very fragile and thin... as if she wasn't eating much. She had such nice clothes though.

Little girl glanced at the sweets as her stomach grumbled.

"Want some sweets?" Kakucho offered, handing her one of the boxes.

She started munching on a chocolate chipped cookie without a word.

"Can you tell me if you know your address, little one?" asked Kaku as he started the engine.

"I dunno." she kept on munching the cookie, not giving a second thought.

"Then we'll have to go to the police station, they will be able to help y-"

"N0!" screamed the kid with a face full of crumbs. "Not the police station..."

Kakucho stopped the car and tuned to look at her,

"Why are you afraid of the police?"

He himself was too, but for a good reason. He was already planning on dropping the kid to the station and getting home before getting in trouble with the police.

"I... I lied, okay?" she averted her big, doe eyes, sadly. "I don't have a family, I was actually just planning to eat some of your cookies. That's what I usually do anyways."

"And you didn't get caught? Not even once?" he asked still surprised with the fact that such thing took place right after his thoughts about the orphanage? Was this a sign?

"A few times, but I managed to escape each time." she said as she reached for the doorknob.

Kakucho locked the car.

"I can't let you roam in the streets all by yourself, kid." he declared.

"Oh please, you'll forget about me in a few days anyways, it's not even that bad." she rolled her eyes.

She seemed too sassy for a five year old.

"It is that bad," he shook his head. "I'd know."

"How? You seem pretty rich, there's no way you're homeless."

"I was though, when I was a kid... I lost my parents in a car accident. It wasn't easy, not until I found my best friend... he knew how to do a lot of stuff. We got in tons of trouble too... You know," he said pointing at his scar, "I got this in that accident."

She was sunken in her seat,

"I don't have anywhere else I've got to go anyways... My parents had cut off their families out of their lives so I never met them. And now that they're gone... I don't have anyone."

Kakucho felt as if he was looking at a younger version of himself... right after the accident, lost.

"I will help you," he said, then warned, "But I need you to promise me that you won't run away."

She nodded her head, sniffling.

"Now let's stop frowning, everything will be okay, also we'll eat dinner at home. You still hungry, kid?" Kakucho smiled softly.

Little girl smiled through her tears,

"Are you gonna cook?"

"Nope, but one day I can, for sure. My wife has probably already pepared something." His eyes went wide, he checked his phone. "I forgot to tell her I'll be late-"

The little girl giggled from the backseat,

"Seems like you're in trouble."

A/N: should I make a pt 2 or an Izana version???

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꒰ risa's note ꒱ if i could reset my memory and watch tokyo revengers again then i would do it for SURE so a fic for my bby mitsuya ^^

PAIRING: mitsuya takashi x female reader (established relation)

SUMMARY: your boyfriend comes home after a fight and you patch him up while scolding him

WARNINGS: fluff, beautiful mitsuya (yes that's a warning), not proof read

your eyes kept stealing glances at the clock hung over the giant ass tv in your living room, your seated on the couch a book in your, reading so you could distract yourself from worrying over your boyfriend who had been gone since evening, you were getting drowsy by each passing second and the pitter patter of the rain was music to your ears, you sighed for nth time and went back to reading trying to immerse yourself in it when your ears picked up the sound of the front door opening.

you jumped off the couch to nag his ears off "where have you bee- omg" your words got caught up in your throat upon seeing his state, completely drenched in rain, lips busted, knuckles and cheeks bleeding and if you payed close attention his forehead was bleeding too, his lavender hair were soaked with blood as well as his clothes "hey hey it's ok , i am ok half of this blood is not even mine it's takemitchy's you know how he gets"

he stood there sheepishly fiddling with his fingers as he waited for your outburst but it never came, you went near him and cupped his face in your hands making sure to not graze his injuries and connected your guys forehead, letting a breath of relief out upon your action mitsuya also sighed and melted away in your hold, your warm hands against his cold cheeks "i believe you, just let's just patch you up real quick hmm" he nodded in your hold.

you told him to take a shower quickly to rinse off the blood and rain water while you took care of clothes and made him hot chocolate and heated up some food for him, the warm water felt heaven but hell at the same time on his body his sore muscles finally being relaxed and his body heating up while his injuries were starting to hurt and itch so he washed himself quickly and got dressed in the warm clothes you left for him, stepping out of the bathroom he was greeted with warm food and hot coco on the dining table but you weren't in sight so he guessed that you were in the laundry room.

after tending to his clothes you went out and grabbed the med kit from the bathroom and headed in the direction of the kitchen, upon entering you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriend completely devouring the food and drink "you must be starving hmm" he nodded to your answer mouth too stuffed to talk, after he was finished you asked him to remain seated so you tend to his wounds, you let out a breath of relief upon seeing that they were not too serious and will recover in time.

"so who was it this time? Valhalla?" "yep some of the ex members decided to jump me and chifuyu just as we were leaving our gang meeting ouch baby please be gentle" you mumbled a sorry as you accidentally pushed a bit hard on his cheek, his pout was too adorable to ignore so you pecked his lips to compensate your mistake "nah do it properly you have injured me gravely mam" oh his dramatic ass, but you could be dramatic too "fine if that's the case then mend your wounds yourself i won't do it" you pretended to withdraw your hand from his cheek and jump of the counter you were sitting on.

"alright alright fine" he placed both of his arms on the counter around you to stop you from leaving and pushed his face more close to you so you could continue your work but you noticed how his eyes weren't trained on you as they were before but were glancing sideways, and his lips were in a more bigger pout (making you feel guilty), so you decided to hurry up patching him so you could shower his face with kisses.

after you were done you jumped off the counter and decided to put away the kit while he made his way to your guys shared bedroom, when you entered the room you were greeted with mitsuya cutely cuddled in the warm blankets only his lavender hair showing fork under the covers, but you know he was sulking as he didn't called out for you when he heard you entering the room as he always did (my pouty baby). you climbed up the bed and sat over him not completely putting your weight on him but just hovering over "suyaaa~ are you sulking?" and suddenly you were shoved off him and landed on your side of bed while he was climbing over your body you broke out in a fit of chuckles as you saw his face red with embarrassment as he always hated it when you pointed out that he was sulking.

"then why were you hiding from me?" "because you don't love me anymore" he mumbled with his face cuddled in your neck as you stroked his hair and back "and who said I hated you huh I could never baby I was just playing with you" "then kiss me" he removed his face from you neck and planted his lips on yours, both of your lips moulding together perfectly, pulling away after sometime you started to peck his nose, his eyes, forehead, cheekbones, cheeks, chin (making sure of his wounds) and then finally a soft peck on his lips summarizing your love for him "there now satisfied you baby"

his cheeks were glowing red not from embarrassment but from shyness, nodding to your words he climbed off you and nuzzled his face in your chest breathing in your familiar scent, hands going around your waist while you own took their place in his hair and around his shoulders and both drifted away to dreamland while holding each other close.

yes even I can write fluff ;)))))