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Lets see (but damn- a legit golden statue)

REBLOG golden mikey for good luck ✨

idk lol dis statue just radiates good luck,,,, let see if something happens

— 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

— I'm maya, I'm a girl and english isn't my first language, so my grammar probably sucks 🎀

— slots are ALWAYS AVAILABLE for requests for hcs or oneshots for ANY characters

— You can make requests at any time, they will never be closed! But there is a peculiarity: it may take a while for your request to be made, so arm yourself with patience

— fandom I write for: Tokyo Revengers (Ken Wakui) and Wind Breaker (Satoru Nii)

— 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

— I'm maya, I'm a girl and english isn't my first language, so my grammar probably sucks 🎀

— slots are ALWAYS AVAILABLE for requests for hcs or oneshots for ANY characters

— You can make requests at any time, they will never be closed! But there is a peculiarity: it may take a while for your request to be made, so arm yourself with patience

— fandom I write for: Tokyo Revengers (Ken Wakui) and Wind Breaker (Satoru Nii)

— 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

me trying to explain the things i want to do to this men

CHAPTER 71: SAME OLD SAME OLD

"This ain't no kiddie playground.

Somebody here ratted us out! "

[chapter 73: a crybaby]

2516 by luna li

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

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

chifuyu matsuno x reader

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

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

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

-are you ready? sorry for keep you waiting

and there you were

chifuyu looked at you

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

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

no more street lamps, no more houses

as if everything else begins to fade into clouds

clouds that are opaqued with the sun of your presence

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

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

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

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

i like you

he thought about it, finally

and planets seemed to align

secretly, in his mind

2516 by luna li

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

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

chifuyu matsuno x reader

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

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

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

-are you ready? sorry for keep you waiting

and there you were

chifuyu looked at you

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

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

no more street lamps, no more houses

as if everything else begins to fade into a cloud

clouds that are opaqued with the sun of your presence

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

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

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

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

i like you

he thought about it, finally

and planets seemed to align

secretly, in his mind

— A SWEET THING CALLED LOVE —

for tiny mikey

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a very much concerning thing coming from him

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

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

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

now, he just had to give it to you

but how?

it shouldn’t be that hard, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-she is here!

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

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

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

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

and when you did, it had the words

you are sweet like dorayaki that is why i like you

mikey

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

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

so this is love? ew

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

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

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

-thanks again mikey, i loved it

you loved it

-before you leave, i want to know something

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

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

oh, first love 

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

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

a sweet thing called love

for tiny mikey

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a very much concerning thing coming from him

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

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

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

now, he just had to give it to you

but how?

it shouldn’t be that hard, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-she is here!

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

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

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

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

and when you did, it had the words

you are sweet like dorayaki that is why i like you

mikey

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

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

so this is love? ew

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

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

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

-thanks again mikey, i loved it

you loved it

-before you leave, i want to know something

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

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

oh, first love 

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

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

a sweet thing called love

for tiny mikey

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a very much concerning thing coming from him

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

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

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

now, he just had to give it to you

but how?

it shouldn’t be that hard, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-she is here!

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

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

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

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

and when you did, it had the words

you are sweet like dorayaki that is why i like you

mikey

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

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

so this is love? ew

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

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

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

-thanks again mikey, i loved it

you loved it

-before you leave, i want to know something

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

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

oh, first love 

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

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

a tore copper coin, on the back of your pocket

—takeomi akashi x reader x shinichiro sano—

angst. +2.5k words. @lostinthe-jojos @saturnmitsuya @souyawn @kallikrein @blondbirb in case you’d like to read it :)

coins always have two sides, heads or tails

there are always two versions for each story. just as the sun spreads its light, the latent darkness that remains hidden, later takes over everything around. what is defined as right, and what is known as wrong. the desperate crying and the constant laughter. good people and the ones that want see you fall to pieces. death and life

whether it was day or night, april or december, in those times of youth that now seem abandoned and marked forever with the traces of tires from multiple motorcycles and cigarette leftovers, they used to fight over everything

every aspect. every joke. every bet

they knew each other since they were infants, after all. always running around, chasing the one after the another

among their inseparable gang, shinichiro always challenged takeomi. and intentionally or not, he always won

from the most insignificant thing with the cheekiest and childish purpose, to the most serious matters about the future of their crescent gang his nature was like that, showing his affection to others in that particular way he could only manage to achieve, carefree, charismatic and noble

-what’s so important about winning?- the older sano used to inquire his partner as if it were nothing, looking into his eyes, sideways. akashi’s teeth twisted inside his mouth every single time. shinichiro spoke serenely, but to takeomi was a direct scream into his ear, buzzing, deafening. impending defeat. why things always have to be like this?

on one side, akashi was used to make himself look disinterested to his friend antics. the best at hiding his emotions, the best liar, the best at pretending. but deep down inside his guts, in the remotest part of his self, the growing feelings of resentment that took over him, only strengthened with time, wishing to be the winning voice, even if it was just for once

while on the other, resided shinichiro. that even when he shamefully lost in a fight, he owned the victory. when he was silent in an argument, he still had the reason, the upper hand above everyone. all of this unbeknownst to him, actually

heads or tails?

sano was the head after all, the leader, the great, the admirable. takeomi just watched all this happen from afar, second in command. in reality, it never bothered him that much since that was his place from the beginning, he was well aware of it

but he was also a greedy man, money and success ruined him, and he was never good at making decisions. that’s why he kept behind, always behind

he was weak, and he knew it

except that, if there was one thing takeomi longed to be the first to, other than winning stupid games against one of his comrates or some cash in a dangerous entrust. it was to be owner of your desire

exactly, that

it’s always been him and the guys, his crew against tokyo. but with shinichiro, it came you. and you may not be part of the world they both shared, but you were certainly equal in importance. you were always near, shinichiro’s love since middle school, his forever girl and the only thing he ever talked about. the four of them could rely on you anytime, you were just another member

a loving soul that added an undescribable warmth to takeomi’s monotonous life, and you weren’t even his

maybe that was the problem

he doesn’t exactly know when did it all start. sure, since the first moment he saw you, he could tell how alluring you were. shinichiro really scored, a nice smile, a delightful personality, a lovely pair of eyes, pretty hair, pretty body. he was speechless, that you were with a guy like sano? wakasa and benkei weren’t doing any better  

not only that, quite dangerous feelings started to terrorize his mind at night, in the intimacy of his bed, with the moon as his only witness, while he soflty chanted your name before dawn, the forbidden prayers of a hidden sinner

those were the kind of things he started to seriously get worried about

it started innocent, it started subtle

from small gestures, like the blooming tingles he felt creeping in the tip of his fingers whenever he walked near you, and you both accidentaly grazed your hands. it meant nothing to you, but it surely did to him

to the serious issues that got harder him to ignore, to supress

like that one day, when it finally snapped it was pouring, and you were waiting for shinichiro outside of his newly opened store with a small umbrella as your shield, to bring him dinner, since he was staying late to finish the order of a client. but much to your misfortune, he was gone. probably running off to the store to get something he forgot. defeated, on your way home, you found akashi walking under the rain, drenching in his clothes, probably heading to s. s. motors too and when the two of you encountered each other, you decided to keep walking to part ways, not minding the already sopping clothes. both were casually talking with the water falling over yourselves in the middle of some street, when you saw how his hands were trembling, it was obvious, he was not around his usual cloud of smoke because of the weather and he was probably feeling a bit anxious. you were still using your umbrella, so you offered it entirely to him. now completely ruining your clothes in the process. he didn’t even react -what the hell are you doing?- he wasn’t expecting that at all, he is used to be the one who offers himself to others, in many ways more than just getting wet in the rain. he was already soaked, so it was no use -it’s been probably a while since you lighted a cigarette with this rain, so go on. i’ll hold it for you, sorry for not bringing a larger umbrella so we could both fit- and you grinned, inocently

it was such a naive thing, that’s just how you were. an effortlessly beautiful person. for an insignificant moment, you placed him before you, and you stood on the rain, the bento on you bag all wet, so he could smoke and calm himself for a few minutes before arriving home

a rather innecesary and weird thing to do, yes. nonetheless, it spoke a lot about how you were, caring and considerate. that’s why you were with shinichiro, and not him. there was no way he could possibly deserve you

then one night, he passed

and suddenly, on one grey afternoon you had to say goodbye to what remained of shinichiro in this world, and you were numb. you remember akashi waking you up, but you didn’t move. shin was not next to you in bed, how cold. you saw takeomi’s lips move, but you were not able to hear him. you stared at the corner, where some of shinichiro’s things stood, quiet and lonely. he undressed and prepared you to go out, what day was today? where was he taking you?

it was sano’s household, everyone were black dressed, and they all stared at you, faces full of sorrow

takeomi sat you down on the floor next to some people you couldn’t recognize, and when you finally lifted your head, you saw a picture of your boyfriend greeting you at the front, with that charming smile of his, all types of flowers, everywhere, and a small box in the middle with a black ribbon adorning it. please no, this is not real, please no

you shivered and left akashi’s side, slowly. he called you, but it was useless

wakasa and benkei noticed from the distance, standing against the door of the room, until both started walking towards you, something was odd

-sh-shin?- you leaned closer, and caressed the box the same way you were used to touch his cheek in the mornings, when you slept together. he was always warm. and now, it was all just lifeless, cold wood -there is no way he can fit in there. it must be hard to breathe. it’s just a tiny box, he is not there. benkei, where is him? is he really there? take him out, he can’t breathe! akashi! please, please help him, it must be difficult to be in there alone. please! someone!- the three of them were now next to you, trying to calm you down, keeping the most quietly possible. you were shouting, crying, whispering, all at the same time. it was real

he was gone

-take her out, she is going to scare the kids- benkei looked at takeomi, while he held you close to his chest. you were sobbing and babbling incoherences 

-shh, it’s okay, pretty. we are here, everything will be fine, he is fine- wakasa stroked you hair gently, he then looked around, searching for the younger ones

-please help him, please- you couldn’t keep your eyes open and you started to feel how the air in your lungs left your body, everything went dark

-y/n! y/n! she is fainting- takeomi held you tightly and grabbed your face, seeing how you grew unconscious with every passing second

-then hurry the fuck up! she needs air, take her out! i’ll go with mikey and emma, they don’t need to worry over this- wakasa mentioned, and left the three of you. benkei followed him soonly after

akashi went to the backyard, there were no people and it all seemed full of gloom. he sat down, leaning on one of the walls to hold you between his arms. your lips parted slightly and you began to breathe normally again

how did this even happen? why him?

his eyes were on you, watching you gain your composture again. you blinked very subtly, and one of your hands weakly got up to fondle his neck, tenderly

you were the most sacred thing to him in his small infamous world. where he was the god of war and you ruled by his side

he wanted you more than all that for which he cried at night after going to sleep, when he was a kid, and he lost a fight. all those foolish dreams couldn’t compare to you

beautiful, kind

he got near to your lips, and he stared at them in a trance, he wanted it

he wanted it badly

so he finally did it

the light touch of his lips rested on yours, and he tasted the victory that he has longed for, all these years

the victory that has never belonged to him

he moved away and you looked at him directly, with your eyelids half closed, to then whisper

-shin?-

no

no, it wasn’t him. he was no one in particular

-i love you-

no

those weren’t words for him, he knew it. you were hallucinating, rambling in the middle of the bliss within your unconsciousness. you didn’t love him. his heart was yours entirely, but your soul and whole being belonged to shinichiro sano, your forever foolish lover

and in this fleeting moment, you saw him in takeomi. it was all a fantasy, a brief and painful one. the last moment you would share with shin now that he is gone, and only the shadow of him remains, a greedy man who will never have your desire

but he was satisfied

he couldn’t ask for more

in that instant, he had what he most wanted, and even if it was a lie, he would live in it forever

-i love you too-

and he meant it. every breath, every blink of his eyes, every caress to your wet cheeks. he meant it all

he was giving himself into you

he loved you, more than what he could understand

but it was not right

-what the fuck do you think you are doing, huh?-

trapped in his illusion, ears deaf to the footsteps coming his way. benkei took him by the collar of his shirt and made him drop you abruptly, he didn’t expect it. air leaving his lungs when he impacted the wall, it hurt him

-answer me you bitch, this is not time for your bullshit- benkei’s gaze had an unbridled anger, the same one he uses in fights to terrorize his opponents, only that this time, it was totally raw and authentic, he couldn’t feel any other way, he was disgusted

-how did you dare to take advantage of her in such a state?-

-i’m sorry-

slap

-oh your sorry? for her? for me?- he was looking for the answer in his eyes, almost harassing him. akashi couldn’t lift his stare from your weak figure on the floor -or for you? and how miserable you are? huh?-

slap

-you are lucky i was the one who saw you, wakasa would have already fucking smashed your pathetic skull-

-i’m in love with her, benkei. and it’s not something new-

slap

his cheeks were bleeding, skin split open. but he said it, it was unbearable, just a matter of time

he has never said it out loud, to anyone. he shouldn’t, but it was done now

-i don’t give a fuck. she was shinichiro’s woman, that he isn’t around anymore doesn’t give you the right nor the permission to go and try stupid delusional bullshit like this. learn to live with it- benkei’s voice faltered for a second at the mention of his friend, in sour realization. those were words they would have to get used to, unfortunately

a dry and emotionless laugh emanated from takeomi

-and what do you think i’ve trying to do all this fucking time, huh?-

benkei remained silent for 34 seconds, to be exact, both only staring at each other. guilt, sorrow and misery mingled together to form a thick aura between them, dull as cigarette smoke and distressing as betrayal

-well try harder. she is not yours, she will never be. so get your shit together-

-death did them apart- he stood in silence, realizing what he just said. he didn’t really mean it, his poisonous heart was clouding his mind out of pure despair. he could already feel the loneliness creeping through his veins, and he couldn’t stand it

benkei just barked a laugh, pathetic as always, he could only think

-but i’m sure they will be together again someday, motherfucker. so stay away from her until then-

benkei picked you up from the floor and took care of your delicate state himself, while takeomi just watched you walk away from him, once again

even after shinichiro’s death, he kept himself in the dark. second in command. he never changed, he could still hear his orders in his mind, vividly. he was not enough to be a leader, he was not enough for anything at all

and his feelings never changed, either

he would be there for you, always. hoping that one day you may look at him the same way you used to look at sano

nothing really changed

shinichiro and takeomi were the two sides of the same torn coin, plated in the same way

heads or tails?

takeomi akashi stayed as the tore copper coin on the back of your pocket

he remained there, silent

he remained there, alone

forever missing his other half

and waiting for you, to give it a use in your grieving slot machine heart, someday

AKKUN MY BABYYYYYY

LATE | SENDOU ATSUSHI

there are a few constants in atsushi’s life.

he takes lunch at 12:15 every day no matter if there is a rush or not and eats at the little noodle shop on the corner of the street. takemichi and the rest of his friends come by interchangeably for cuts at least once or week (or just to annoy the shit out of him while he works). the stray cat outside his apartment window who paws and scratches at it every time he comes home begging to be let inside.

and you.

he’s not really sure when exactly he noticed you, but it feels like he’s known you forever. it’s as he’s closing the salon, locking the door after he’s shut off all the lights and cleaned up for the night, and you walk by. you must be getting off work, because he notices how tired you look—not in a bad way! just a noticeable one—and the way you always stifle a yawn as you wave at him and say hello.

for a while that’s all it is, a coincidence of you walking by on the sidewalk the same time that he’s closing, a brief nod and hello and goodnight just to be polite. he doesn’t know you, hasn’t the slightest idea of who you are, but he thinks he’d like to.

he gets the opportunity one night when he’s late closing up. he thinks he’s missed you, running late on his schedule so surely you’d be gone and passed by now. but no, as he steps out of the salon doors there you are.

no, literally you’re right there as he hits you with the door.

akkun doesn’t think his cheeks have ever burnt so hot or he’s wanted to be swallowed up by the earth more as he watches you clutch your forehead and your things clatter to the ground. what a way to properly introduce himself, he thinks.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry,” he sputters, instantly dropping down to help retrieve your things.

and the universe must hate him—and you—because you bend at the same time and your foreheads slam together.

the both of you fall back on your asses on the concrete, now both clutching your foreheads, items forgotten in front of you. akkun wants to die on the spot, honestly, and opens his mouth to apologize for knocking you upside the head twice—two times more than he had ever planned to—but before he gets the chance you’re bursting out in laughter.

akkun thought it was just your smile that was contagious, but in that moment he learns that your laugh is too as chuckles of his own bubble out of his throat.

“i‘m really sorry,” he breathes in between giggles, palm still pressed to his head as he looks at you, eyes crinkled and warm.

“it’s fine,” you wave off, shaking your head to try to clear out your jumbled brain. “you really knocked me off my feet, huh?”

there’s a halt inside atsushi’s chest, a screeching in his mind that sends him a little dumb and a whole lot dizzy. because not only are you apparently not mad that he knocked you senseless, but you’re even telling jokes? something he’s almost certain is a half assed pick up line?

yeah, he falls in love on the spot.

things change from then on out. it’s no longer just rushed hellos and polite grins thrown at each other in the late of the night. you wave at atsushi as soon as you round the corner and indulge him in small talk as he locks the door. he waits on you—because yes, he’s started watching for you to see if you’ve passed by the salon yet—just so he can spend those few slim minutes underneath the flickering street lamps.

and he, slowly and carefully, works up the courage for what he finally does tonight.

“hey,” atsushi greets, as soon as you come into his line of sight.

tonight, he was lucky. you were running late again, a good fifteen minutes after the time you normally walk by, and he was banking on that all day because he wanted it to be special. as he fidgets with the two drinks in his hand he starts to question whether or not running to the cafe on the corner was a good idea. he’s not even sure you like this drink. shit, what if you were allergic to something in it?

he’s feeling that whole ‘earth please swallow me up’ sensation again.

“hey,” you smile, but it’s tired and your eyes don’t crinkle up all the way. a long day, akkun knows the feeling. “how was work, atsushi?”

you can’t see it because of how dim the lights are but a flush rises to his cheeks. atsushi, you say, and you have no idea what it does to him. he’s probably the only person who’d find it more flustering to have his crush call him by his real name rather than a stupid childhood nickname. but hearing it from you? it makes his tummy feel funny.

“oh, you know. same old same old,” he shrugs, mirroring your grin. he looks down at his hands out of habit, a nervous little tick, and remembers the drink in his hand. instantly, he holds it out to you, cheeks reddening even more. “here, i got you, uhm..”

“oh!” and your eyes light up in the way akkun absolutely loves as you reach for it without a single ounce of hesitation. “that’s so sweet of you. thank you.”

“it’s no problem, really. just wanted to do something to—for! for you.” atsushi bites his tongue, mentally kicks himself as he stands there on the sidewalk outside his salon, and wishes he had a single ounce of smooth talk in his body.

but suddenly you’re taking a step closer to him and your hand is pressing to his chest and you’re leaning in real close and, oh.

you kiss his cheek, and he thinks he might pass out.

“thank you,” you repeat, taking a sip from it and sending a smile up to him that has his knees going weak and his head floating a mile high. he’s sure there’s hearts in his eyes like some cheesy little cartoon. “i love it.”

“i love you,” akkun mumbles, then freezes, and you laugh as he closes his eyes and sputters over himself. “oh my god no. no i didn’t mean it like that. that’s not what i—oh my god.”

“hey hey, don’t worry about it,” you wave off, and your hand is still on his chest. his heartbeat hammers beneath it as he looks down at you, chewing the edge of his lip. “you’re really cute, atsushi.”

“thank.. you?” he rubs the back of his neck, lips a sheepish tilt.

“you’re welcome.” finally, you drop your hand off his chest and for a second akkun’s heart drops to his feet at that. but then your fingers brush his, and he finds himself looking down nervously right at them. “so, walk with me?”

atsushi’s nodding before he even fully registers your question, eyes following you as you walk past and start heading down the sidewalk. you make it a few steps before looking over your shoulder, head canted to the side as you laugh out a ‘coming?’ to his still little figure. he’s bolting into action so fast he nearly trips over his own feet and you bite your lip to stop the giggle that threatens to bubble out.

it takes a whole three blocks before atsushi even realizes he’s walking the entire opposite direction of his apartment and this most certainly wasn’t what he had planned for tonight.

but when you thank him at your doorstep and lean in to kiss more than just his cheek?

he has no complaints in the slightest.

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WARMER | RYUGUJI KEN

you cross your arms over your chest and shrink into yourself a little bit as another wave of goosebumps run down you, and you come to the aggravating revelation that your weather app is a liar.

“sure you’re good?” mitsuya asks beside you, chuckle lacing his voice, sending an amused glance in your direction as he averts his attention from the fight a few yards away.

“i’m fine,” you huff, frowning at the way your voice wavers and even more so when mitsuya just laughs again before turning his attention back forward. you try to follow his lead, focus on the way takemichi is punching some guy in the face. a weak attempt to ignore your shivers.

it wasn’t supposed to be cold today. sure, fall has started and the temperature is dropping, but when you checked the broadcast before coming it wasn’t supposed to be too bad. maybe chilly enough that you should’ve brought a light jacket, but warm enough that you would be fine without it.

it was supposed to be decent, not freezing.

there’s a few swings here, some half asses punches there, the occasional failed kick thrown in, and suddenly you’re too bored to use the little training match as a distraction to combat your dilemma. you shiver again, rubbing at your arms, and suddenly a figure comes into view on your left.

when you look up you’re met with the eyes of draken, blank expression save for the slight crease in his brow as he stares down at you. his bangs hang in his eyes, blowing slightly as a breeze drifts through.

“hey, kenny,” you smile, sheepishly you must admit, as you try to choke down the chattering of your teeth.

he looks at you a second longer, gaze burning all the way into your soul it feels like, before he turns his attention to the center of the makeshift fight ring that’s going on.

“dumbass,” he mumbles, low and deep, as he looks onward.

“rudeass,” you counter. a pout tugs at your lips and if your arms weren’t already crossed over your chest then this would be the perfect timing to do so.

“it’s not rude if it’s true.” and you want to punch him, take him out in that ring instead, because can’t he see you’re suffering enough here without his berating?

“that doesn’t even—whatever. besides i’m fine, so.”

“pfft yeah,” draken scoffs, turns his eyes down at you again as the edges of his lips quirk up into the faintest signs of a smirk. “shivering to death. totally fine.”

“i’m going to stab you,” you threaten, narrowing your eyes up at him, trying to seem as intimidating as possible with your glare.

then draken leans down, bends at the waist until he’s at your level, eyes never once leaving yours even as he gets closer, right in your little bubble. it feels static almost, and you can feel him without even needing to touch. his breath is warm as it fans across your face when he opens his mouth.

“get in line, sweetheart.”

and he grins now, completely open and oh so charming as mikey calls the fight and tells draken to show the boys how it’s really done. he slips the jacket from his shoulders and drapes it over yours before making his way towards the ring. he looks back to you, smug expression too attractive for his own good, cant of his lips a bit too cocky for your liking.

“and hey,” he calls, rolling his shoulders out as he steps one foot into the ring, “keep that warm for me, yeah?”

you roll your eyes at him, but even your annoyance can’t stamp down the smile that tugs the edges of your lips as fully bury yourself into draken’s jacket.

and maybe you do cheer as he sends the first punch to his opponent’s gut. and maybe you are just a tad bit too excited for practice regimen spars. and maybe you actually shush mitsuya as he tries to make a cheeky remark because you’re too focused on the blond kicking ass a few yards away from you.

none of that matters now though, because the shivering has stopped, the goosebumps are gone, and you’re warmer.

but you aren’t too sure that’s from the jacket.

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[ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ] — 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄

college au! baji for his birthday even though i’m kind of late lol

baji swears the world is out to get him. he felt like he fought for his life passing literature in middle and high school, and now he has to battle for it all over again in LIT 1301 class—in a damned overpopulated university campus with too many idiots that don’t know how to park properly.

just yesterday, he watched someone scratch another vehicle right before his eyes, simply driving off as if nothing happened. he wonders how he’s meant to survive three more years here, and he’s not even halfway to finishing this first one. surely his mother will understand if he drops out, he thinks, surely she can’t cry if he never failed—he’ll just simply drop out before he can.

and then he meets you, the quiet and studious classmate he shares lit with, sitting in the corner of the library typing away on your laptop. he’s almost positive you’re working on that essay that’s due in two weeks, and if he wasn’t so salty at your work ethic, he’d be slightly impressed.

“hey,” he snaps at you, making you glance up. a few people turn to look at him, harsh glares being thrown your ways at his lack of whispering skills. “you’re in lit with that old raisin from eleven to twelve thirty pm right?”

you blink up at him.

“you mean professor d—”

“yeah, yeah, the old man that’s about to expire. him,” he grunts. another glare gets thrown in your direction.

“i—okay whatever, yeah. i am. and please whisper. this is a library in case you didn’t realize,” you glare. for a second, baji is taken aback. he was sure you were the quiet innocent type, but it seems you’re a bit bolder than he’d initially given you credit for.

he shoves aside your books and pens across the table and moves your backpack from the chair beside you to the floor, sitting himself on it and turning your laptop to his view.

“so, what’s your essay topic—”

“what are you doing?” you hiss, smacking his hand and grabbing your laptop back. he catches a glimpse of the page count, and this time, he really is much too impressed to be salty at your progress. he stares down at the hand you smacked, then back up at you, then back down to his hand again.

you truly are a bold one.

“did you just smack my hand?” he growls.

“you just grabbed my laptop,” you snarl back. “you’re lucky i didn’t smack your face, but i’d rather not get kicked out. this is my favorite spot on campus.”

go figure, he thinks to himself, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. you really seem to live up to his assumptions. still, something about you peaks baji’s interests. you have no problems dishing out the same attitude back, and on any other occasion, he’d be pissed—but somehow, you excite him just a little.

rolling his eyes, he mumbles, “shocker. who would’ve seen that one coming?”

your eye twitches at the sarcasm.

“who even are you? and why are you bugging me?” he almost wants to offer a snarky response, but he holds his tongue—you probably wouldn’t be willing to help after that. swallowing his pride, baji glances at your paper for a moment before reluctantly meeting your eyes. he bites back a scowl at your expression.

“baji keisuke. from lit class with the raisin. help me on my paper,” he says simply. you blink for a moment, processing his words before scowling at them.

“why would i do that? you didn’t even say please,” you snarl. clenching his fists, he counts to three in his head.

“please?” he smiles sarcastically, and you know his words are everything but sincere.

but for some odd reason, as much as he annoys you, you can’t stop yourself from blurting, “how far along are you?” he shrugs.

“dunno. haven’t started,” he responds cooly, planting his feet on the table. the librarian shoots him a warning glance, and you watch in utter fascination as he rolls his eyes at her before putting them back down.

you wonder how someone can be so shameless.

“how am i supposed to help you if you haven’t even star—”

“i don’t know where to start,” he grumbles. “literature isn’t really my strongest class.”

“i’m starting to think no class is,” you raise a brow. this time he chuckles, turning to face you—and you almost want to hear the sound of his laugh again.

“you’d be right,” he nods, shooting you a grin. a small part of you grows soft at the sight, and for some reason unbeknownst to you, your heart rate increases slightly. “i’ll meet you here tomorrow at the same time and we’ll get started. i’m just aiming to pass,” he assures. “so no shakespeare level essays neede—hey, is that a vet textbook?”

looking to where he points, you look down at the anatomy textbook in your pile of things he’s shoved before nodding.

“yeah, i want to be a vet,” you mumble, “why?” and baji’s never been interested in someone like this before—not like he suddenly is with you. and he only comes to class because attendance is twenty percent of his grade—and knowing him, he needs every percent he can get—but he’s starting to think maybe he’ll actually have something to look forward to next class.

it’ll also be an added plus that he gets to see the look of irritation on your face when he plops his things down directly beside you too.

he turns back to face you again, flashing you a toothy grin.

“never mind. change of location, we’ll meet at a cafe. going to the library for the first date is kind of lame,” he shrugs. grabbing your pen and your hand, he ignores the light gasp you let out as he starts scribbling on your palm, writing down his number in messy handwriting. “text me so i can send you details. don’t be late okay?”

and before you can protest, he stands up and leaves, hands in his pockets as he strolls out of the library. you watch his retreating figure in bewilderment. but as you glance down at the number on your palm, noticing the small baji he wrote in parentheses next to the digits, you can’t deny the small bit of excitement that pools in your heart.

2516 by luna li

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

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

chifuyu matsuno x reader

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

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

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

-are you ready? sorry for keep you waiting

and there you were

chifuyu looked at you

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

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

no more street lamps, no more houses

as if everything else begins to fade into clouds

clouds that are opaqued with the sun of your presence

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

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

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

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

i like you

he thought about it, finally

and planets seemed to align

secretly, in his mind

— A SWEET THING CALLED LOVE —

for tiny mikey

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a very much concerning thing coming from him

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

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

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

now, he just had to give it to you

but how?

it shouldn’t be that hard, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-she is here!

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

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

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

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

and when you did, it had the words

you are sweet like dorayaki that is why i like you

mikey

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

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

so this is love? ew

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

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

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

-thanks again mikey, i loved it

you loved it

-before you leave, i want to know something

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

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

oh, first love 

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

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

HE IS A CHILDREN SHJSBSSK🥺🥺🥺

me thinking about THIS chifuyu 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Summary: Daddy little girl! (Platonic)

Tokyo Revengers ×××

Character's:- Sanzu (Bonten), Mikey (Bonten), Izana.

Haruchiyo Sanzu!

It was no surprise that Sanzu would have a kid oneday since this man can't keep his dick to himself. You have your mother features the only thing that makes you appear related to Sanzu was your personality.

The Rosy pink haired male couldn't help but groan by your presence, he doesn't really like you even tho you're his own blood (he hope). He would bring you anywhere since he doesn't want you to be kidnapped either, killing and taking drugs infront of you he was unhinged.

While Sanzu was busy inhaling some cocaine the guy he have beaten up which Sanzu thought was dead would slowly rise up. You watch as the man glare at your father and take out a knife, unfortunately Sanzu was too high on drugs to realise what was about to happen. As a sound of bullet piercing through a human skull echo through the broken down building.

Sanzu turn behind to understand what the hell happened just to see the man he had beaten up on the group a puddle of blood forming around his head. A pocket knife on his hand as he look at you, you were still holding the gun as you look at your father with a cute smile. This was when Sanzu knew you were really his daughter.

He treat you better than ever from that day, he always thought you weren't his which make him not treat you that well and since he is too busy to take a DNA test. He always thought some whore who he have slept with just lie and drop you off and run away.

Your mother did just put you infront of Bonten building and put a little note that say "Fuck you Sanzu, you ruin my life. So, you should take care of this plump of cell not me".

The more Sanzu actually spend times with you the more he realised that you are just like him. Your laugh sound like his, you hav his charm, thank God since he doesn't want you to have the charm of a whore, Sanzu was excited to teach you how to used a gun. He would tie up people and used them as a target, whenever you shoot right through their head your father would give you a high five.

Sanzu treat you like a princess if Rindou or Ran tried to mess with you he's so read to put a bullet through their head. "Y/n... Did you know that your mother was a whore?" Ran told you as you only sigh "Yes, uncle I know my mother was a whore... Please enlighten me on how I should react" You reply back, "See, even the kid is annoyed of you!" The younger haitani added as he laugh.

Even Mikey like you which make Sanzu like you even more, just like your father you admire Mikey but unlike your father you weren't the type to lick a ground if Mikey say so.

But, Sanzu start to go to the club not that often now. Even if Ran or Rindou beg him to go as long as if he have a plan with you he would just reject the offer. Sanzu does bring prostituted back home but he always make sure not to be loud although you already understand what is going on.

"Princess, what should I do with her?" Sanzu would ask you as he grab the hair of the woman who tried to steal Sanzu wallet, he asked you since he knew damn well you would always come up with a creative way of killing people. Kids do have a wild imagination and killing someone the same way over and over was boring. "Daddy, why not cut off her hand so she won't be able to steal anything anymore... Maybe after that you can feed her family using her" You reply with a smile on your face the woman skin turn pale as she start to beg for forgiveness. "Ah! My princess is so smart, I'm so proud of you, princess" Sanzu praise you as you smile proudly.

Sanzu sent you to the best school he could possibly find since his princess deserve the best. You were guarded by gang members 24/7 if not they'll die. No matter how dumb you are no school have the gut to reject you since they still want to live, if you're smart the teacher would treat you very good cause their life is on your hand at this point.

You usually hang out at the Bonten building, Mikey allowed you to. Mikey clearly have a favourite and it's definitely you, you weren't noisy nor cause a fight, you would tell him story which makes his life a bit less boring, you listen to him and ask nothing in return and you're a cheeky kid who is good at tricking people.

"So, the unicorn couldn't cross the river because... Even tho there was.... A beutiful tree the unicorn couldn't left his friend behind... The end!" You say with a smile as you close the book, Mikey who was listening to your story closely although you pronounce some word wrong it was pleasent to hear, Mikey still have his childish side so he would asked you to read more story until you fall asleep while reading a story for him.

Manjiro Sano!

Mikey doesn't even know what the hell he was feeling to even have sex with some random chick but now he have a kid... Your mother just casually drop you off and flew to another country.

Your eyes were similar to Mikey a fucking void of nothing. You don't cause tantrums nor cry loudly, you were quite patient and listen to anything your father say, but no one else could literally control you it doesn't matter of Mikey send them if you do not see your father you're causing a big tantrums.

You would sit quietly while drawing a picture using a crayon, Sanzu was your babysitter since Mikey trust him enough somehow. The Rosy pink haired male was not that happy but atleast you're Mikey daughter.

"I could go out with some chick's but here I am babysitting you" the Rosy pink haired male complain once again, even Ran and Rindou were simply sitting there not complaining and Sanzu was only blaming you, "Could you stop yapping your mouth... Y'know some of us have things to do other than yapping" you told the older male as Sanzu was pissed off. Even if you are Mikey kids you ain't Mikey, "I didn't know an idiot like you could talk" Sanzu said trying to hold back his anger, "You're a grown ass adult arguing with a kid, I wonder who the idiot is" Seem like you got your mother mouth.

You're always ready to throw hands with anyone especially Sanzu, among the elite members of Bonten if we forget your own father Koko like you the most. Unlike those idiots you actually know how to used money properly, you somehow managed to pull money out of no where... He used your innocent to steal things to.

Everyday you have a playful fight with Sanzu... It get violence real quick tho, it's either you throw things at him or he pull his gun out and point it at you. You two do not get along very well but you never bad mouth him to your father, even if Mikey tried to stop the daily fight you simply just say it's yours and his problem... No one can butt in.

It's impossible to kidnap you since you're always with Mikey or another elite members of Bonten. Even when you go to school atleast one elite member have to pick you up since you're Mikey kid.

You're the whole reason Mikey haven't completely lose himself so if you're gone everyone is going to be fucked up.

You're literally Bonten princess, you hold a very important role in Bonten since you're the reason Mikey is not insane yet... You would usually be near your father and you weren't afraid of gruesome scene since y'know your father and his friends kill people on daily basis.

Mikey doesn't allow you to touch any of his gun nor any gun, he might be the most dangerous gang leader but he ain't gonna let his princess touch something that can harm them. What's the point of being a good father if you need to learn self defence at early age.

"Rinrin... What happened to my teddy?" You ask as you stare at the teddy bear on the groud, it was really fucked up there was a bullet hole in your bear. "Um... Well you see" Rindou tried his best to find a good excuse since making you cry was bad even tho Mikey isn't here. His older brother Ran was just looking at him smirking, this all happened because Ran said something that provoke Rindou to pull out his gun and shoot which was Ram plan and make him shoot the bear instead. "You... Ruin my bear!" You were tearing up badly. And you cried, you were throwing everything you could get your little hand on and throwing at anyone.

Whenever you get sad or mad you throw anything at anyone only your father can calm you down during such period. Or you straight up bite, kick, pull, scream. You only do such things when you are seriously mad or sad, but after everything you would apologise a half ass apologize you weren't sorry it's their fault for provoking you.

"I swear your father won't like it if you stand out in the rain!" Sanzu was trying to get you out the rain but since any umbrella was near he wasn't ready to ruin his beautiful hair and outfit. "Bleh! No!" You said as you took a step back getting further away from the pink haired male. "Shit man! Why do you have to be so difficult!?" Sanzu asked as you stick out your tongue at him. You were freezing cold but there was no way you were going to back out easily. "Blah blah blah! Keep talking pinky pie!" You said as you told your arm and sit down on the groud. "I'll buy you a dorayaki?" "Okay!".

You're a easy to buy since just like how young Mikey was you were in love with Dorayaki, you never share food tho even with your father you hesitate a bit and give it to him. You only eat food if a flag can be added or else you're not eating it.

You were sitting on the soft sofa as you much on the freshly buy Dorayaki as you swing your life feets, every bite bringing you to heaven as you enjoyed in silence. "Y/n" the younger haitani call out your name as you look at him "Can I eat some... Even a little crust would be nice?" Rindou asked, they bet him to take even a little bite off your food as you smile at him. Rindou for sure though that you'll say yes since the way you were smiling was closed to the word yes. "No" you simply answer as you continue to eat your dorayaki. Rindou look disappointed at himself it seem as his charm didn't work on you and Sanzu and Ran were laughing at him. As your father entered the room you jump up from your seat and walk towards your father with a proud smile. You snap the dorayaki in half although it was not even, "Daddy, want one?" You asked as you already put out the dorayaki for him "Sure, princess" Mikey reply as he grab the dorayaki and eat it. You just simply go back to your seat and just ignore the younger Haitani brother who was simply flabbergasted by the obvious favourism.

Kurokawa Izana!

He doesn't even know what happened that night... He didn't mean to have sex with anyone he was simply too drunk and the girl seduced him.

Now he have to take care of you and yeah the woman even throw the DNA test paper to him.

At first he literally ignore your existence and kaku take care of you all the time. Whenever Izana looked at you, you remind him of himself when he was younger not wanted by his own mother.

Hence, he started to treat you like how he wish to be treat by his mother when he was younger, he would hold your hand while walking, make kaku read bedtime story for you, play the guitar for you and he even beat up any guy who look at you the wrong way.

He tried his best to not get you involved in any of his gang activities but they do adore you alot. Even tho Shion is a scary ass dude you would just play with his hair and listen to him talk about anything. You do not like Kisaki at all... He tried to get along with you but yeah you'll run and hide behind anyone. The haitani brother treat you like their little sister, kakucho is your mother at this point, hanma... He play with you too much.

"Y/n... Why don't we buy ice cream hm...?" Kisaki asked you as you look at him terrified, Kisaki reminds you of a monster which make you run and hide behind the older haitani. "Eh...?" Ran look confused as you grab onto him tightly, "Look like y/n doesn't like you" Rindou said out as Kisaki only Chuckled, he was hella mad inside. His whole plan was to make you like him and kidnapped you.

You don't talk much nor do much, you are just you... Unlike your mother who left you, you were alot calmer and patience, but just like Izana your determination was strong and you got Izana eyes as well.

You would just sit down on the groud and listen to everyone talk since Izana doesn't trust anyone who isn't Kaku... And kaku have to attend the meeting to, most people think you couldn't talk at one point but you could clearly do that.

Izana would never take you to anything that includes other gang... He'll just simply locked the door from the outside door and since he trust you enough to be alone.

But, if anyone dare to bad mouth your father thinking you were too much of a coward to say anything... They're dumb, although you aren't much of a talker unlike your mother, you have the same attitude as your mother.

"Y'know, boss would be nothing without the haitani brother's" the guy say although you were right there "Dude! Boss daughter is right there... Keep it shut or boss will kill us!" The other guy tried to warn his friend as he laugh in response "She is too much of a coward to do shit..." The other guy would simply say. You literally pick up a rock and throw it at the guy "ouch! What the hell is wrong with you?!" The guy asked as you stood up. "Annoying..." you told him as you walk away "Dude I told you..." The other guy told him "She only talk big she won't rat me out" the guy say with full of confidence. You did tell you father and everyone you know...

You rat people out if you have to... Izana is a very sweet and protective dad, he would hold your hand if you ever walk out anywhere. Making sure he doesn't neglect you and have enough time to spend with you. If he can't spend time with you kaku would definitely be the best replacement for such tasks.

Kaku was definitely worried when you didn't talk much and thinks you have a talking problem. He told Izana about his worried, Izana didn't want you to get bullied for such silly reason that Izana start to talk less so you won't be alone... It wasn't that deep tho you just think talking too much is a waste of energy.

You would sit down and work on your little project for hours, you were making a drawing of you and Izana with your crayon which Kaku bought for you. You were very careful with your drawing and whenever you see even a tiny flaw you would just redo the whole drawing.

You tug at your father pants to get his attention "What is it princess?" Your father ask you as you give him the drawing "I draw for you..." You would say with a sweet smile as Izana just smile at you and admire your work as well... "I'll put it on the fridge so everyone will get to see it, okay?" He asl you as you nod your head a yes.

Every mikey hairstyle shown in anime😍😍 HE LOOKS SO GOOD!

SHINICHIRO SANO & WAKASA IMAUSHI

Black Dragons Founding Members

Black Dragon's Leader and Special Attack Unit Captain

not me realizing these look like matching icons :'))