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Growing Pains Ch 19

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist - Growing Pains Masterlist

- (Hanma x Reader X Mikey)

Summary: An unlikely friendship with troubled Hanma Shuji, introduces you a world you never knew. As you navigate the challenges in front of you, you're forced to confront the things you previously knew to be true. Intergang friendships weren't wrong, however your sudden friendship with Mikey Sano seemed to contest that idea. Unexpected cliches plague you in the best way as you deal with what it means to be an adult.

Warnings: Mature, Angst, Profanity, Drug use, Drinking, Physical Violence (not mc)

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For once you were unhappy with the silence from Hanma. A mocking laugh, a jabbing rebuttle, or even the disgusting sound of him clearing the mucus from his throat would have been nice. Instead, he looked back at you quietly, stunned even likely in judgement after the sappy nonsense you allowed to flow out of your mouth.

And as he met your eyes, your cheeks tingled, prickling uncomfortably. None of it was a lie nor embellished. And yet, why did the truth have you so flustered? It was nothing to be embarrassed about, just not one of your usual sober conversations. As you squirmed inside, his unrelenting eyes scanning over you and his was evidence enough you had veered too personal.

As if your body knew you had said too much, your throat felt tight and your hands clammy around the cold smoothie clutched tightly in your hands.

He then coughs finally filling the uncomfortable silence. Taking a step towards you, allowing you to see his amber eyes closer. How he loved it when older ladies showered him with compliments for his bright eyes. Awful for you when around him as it boosted his ever growing ego. In defiance, you never missed a beat, insisting they were beyond wrong faulted by bad eyesight. But as you found yourself admiring those very mediocre eyes, you couldn’t help but make a note that maybe now you needed to get your eyes checked.

Yet, you don’t miss the slight clenching of his jaw nor the bob of his adams apple as he swallows before parting his lips.

“Wow. Didn’t know you felt that way about me.” His words only make you feel more antsy as he pauses again to glance at you as he swings the snack bag in his hand. Then his lips curl up as he puts on the smuggest look you had ever seen.

“Wow. I guess I really am just a great guy.”

Of course he’d eat it up. You should have known better than to inflate his already big head. You purse your lips as he splays his tatted hands on his chest over his heart with his drink in hand. Biting back a smile, you put on a shoddy scowl as he goads you.

“I lied actually.” You let out under his twinkling eyes and the grin he seemed to have permanently engraved on his face. After sipping your drink, you continue. “You’re actually not funny, just annoying.”

His eyes light up and you can hear the clinking of his earring as he moves, before nudging you to the side.

“Nah I heard you loud and clear.” Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, you ignore him as he finds your backtracking entertaining. “That’s so sweet, you feel that way about me.”

“I actually made all that up.” But your words go unheard as he pulls you in tighter, clearly enjoying how riled up you were getting.

“That was so cute. Man. ” He says as he sighs, relaxing himself against you as if worn out. His hair brushes against your cheek and you scrunch your nose up at him as you can smell the cig he smoked earlier despite the strength of his liberally applied cologne.

“Ew get off.” You can’t help but laugh as he only adds more weight onto you to where it feels as if you're dragging him along. Nearing the apartment, he finally gives your shoulders a rest as he moves to open the door.

Settling back onto the couch, you sit with MoMo as Hanma stuffs the drinks into the fridge.

“Check this out.” He calls as he heads to his room, before returning with something behind his back. Playing along, you cover your eyes as his steps near. A sudden click has you look out through your fingers as he holds up a shiny black camera.

“Woah.” Handing it to you, you look up at him through the lens as you play with the settings.

“Yeah. I picked up some hours for it and some other stuff.” Plopping down next to you on the couch, he opens a bag of chips. “Thought it’d give me something else to do. Ya know.”

“I think it’s great.” You smile as you click a photo of him, before an idea implants itself into your head. “Hey. Next time we go out, you gotta bring it and get pics of all of us!”

“We’ll see. Shit costs a lot, I’m not trying to get beer on it just yet.” Handing it back to him, you pull the white cat into your lap.

“Oooh. Get a pic of me and MoMo.” Excited, you hug the cat waiting with a smile for him to follow along. He’s slow but relents pointing the lens at you. With a click he smiles at the image in his display, handing it to you to critique.

Surely enough, there you were with the cat. Her coat, milky white and eyes dark but glinting with mischief. As usual, she was very photogenic. You, on the other hand, could have used a mirror. Your hair a little frizzy and face a tad too shiny for your liking.

“Jeez, you should have told me to fix up a bit.” Patting down your hair, you hand him back the camera.

“I think you look good.” He shrugs, placing it on his counter before sitting back down next to you causing his hair to bounce slightly. Giving him a quick look, you move closer.

“Your hair is longer now.” Your fingers glide along his outgrown mullet, as he flips through the tv. Now, free from the chokehold of abusing hair gel to cement his hair in middle school, his hair was softer and less spiky. Long enough to braid if he gave you a chance, which was slim to none, but long enough for it now.

“Yeah, my guy was too busy for a cut, and I just forgot. Does it look alright.”

“Yeah, it’s nice. I like your hair long. You and Kazutora are gonna look like twins.” At this he sits up quickly, appalled at your comment.

“Fuck that. I’m going bald.”

“Sure you are.” You chuckle, taking a sip of your drink. “So what are we watching?”

“Ju-on.” Standing, he shuts off the lights.

“Shuji.”

“It’s a movie. Come on.” Grabbing your empty smoothie cups, he tosses them out, returning with cold drinks. “I’ll let you pick after. Any movie you want. Romance, porn, whatever.”

“Can I get a blanket at least?”

A leopard blanket flies at you as he starts his video player. Returning, he tugs at a corner of the blanket.

“Sharing is caring.” He argues as you reluctantly scoot closer to have enough blanket yourself. He was so full of it. For someone who loved scary movies, he was just as jumpy as you were.

Soon, the two of you are munching on snacks as the movie starts. The eerie music and cold imagery are hair raising, but manageable with candy. However, the two of you stop your snacking as you watch the poor soul in the movie. Slowly they move through the house as a stark white figure stalks them in the background. Unknowingly, they walk around looking for what they can’t see.

You begin to feel warmth from your right, due to Hanma slinking further beneath the blanket. As the movie progresses, your shoulders touch as you sink further into the couch and into him, which is only natural when watching a horror movie. Together, silently, you watch as the figure gets closer and closer to its victim.

“What are we watching!”

Amidst the screams of terror from the movie, if it was to be recounted, “only you” shrieked, jumping away from voice erupting from the dark corridor. Holding you tightly to his chest, you can feel the pounding of Hanma’s heart as the lights flicker on.

Clutching your own chest, you slow down your heart to find Kazutora keeled over clutching his stomach as he laughs heartily at the sight of the two of you. Immediately, Hanma drops his arms moving away from you.

“Fucker.”Hanma bites as he shakes his head tossing the blanket at your lap. Pushing his hair back he checks his phone.

Kazutora giggles as he grabs a drink, before plopping down in the gap between the two of you smiling. “Couldn’t help myself. It was perfect.”

“Pass me the chips.”

“Nah, don’t give him any.”

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Swapping the horror movie for a comedy, the night ended semi peacefully safe for carrying a drunk Kazutora to his bed, despite Hanma’s huffs and dramatics groans.

Your final semester of university was now well underway, past discussing the syllabus and required materials. It was nice to be back to a normal schedule but frightening at the same time. Because soon, you would graduate, and need to have everything together. You’d need to find a steady job, pay off your student loans, and be a proper adult. Whatever that meant.

Walking into the market, the only thing you had on your mind was dinner, drinks, and a snack. You had just gotten done substituting middle schoolers, who were still adjusting to school since the break. Safe to say, you were going to take a break from subbing their school for at least a week or two.

Scanning the frozen foods, you contemplated between a full sink or feeling a little dissatisfied after eating. At the moment, not having to clean was winning, the longer you scanned the selection of frozen foods.

“What are you making?”

Mikey plants himself to your right side, as he examines the items in your basket. Grease smudges decorated his pants and shirt, likely having just left work to come shopping. Afterall, the shop wasn’t too far and this was one of the main stores in the area. It had been a bit since you had last seen him, having last talked a week ago.

“Uhh. Microwave food probably.” You say as you watch him pick up the chips you grabbed inspecting your choice.

“Sounds tasty.”

“Hopefully.” You say as he straightens up, dropping it back into your basket. “Are you grabbing dinner too?”

“Yeah.” He replies, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Of the Sano siblings, only Emma and Izana had moved out of their family home. Emma for some space where she wasn’t overwhelmed by boys and Izana to room with Kakucho. Despite this, they usually met weekly on Fridays for a family dinner which Emma was supposedly cooking at the moment. So why was Mikey looking at the single serving meals with you?

“Are you alone tonight?” He asks, examining the kid cuisine section of the freezer. Opening the door, he picks one up seemingly considering it before putting it back to look at you.

“If you are, let's hang out and have dinner together.”

At his request, you feel a slight rush of excitement at the prospect of not having to eat alone. It seemed everyone was busy, with even your mother off visiting a friend. Initially, planning for a night of relaxation to continue working on your drafts, you were surprisingly glad for the change of plans.

“I’d like that.”

“Great. Let’s order out though, if it’s alright with you. We can grab some stuff for snacks though.”

Leaving the frozen aisle, you leave your microwaveable meal for another day.

Together you buy whatever snacks the two of you liked along with some drinks. He drives the two of you back to your place, having opted for delivery from a local spot he recommended with good spicy options. As he enters behind you, you watch him inspect the apartment, leaving no photo unlooked nor knickknack not picked up.

“What’s this?” Lifting up a stack of printed out papers, he begins examining the top page. Your heart drops at the sight leaving you racing over to snatch them away. At this he grins, as you hurriedly stuff them in the school bag on the couch.

“Nothing of note.” Your cheeks flushed at the thought of him having read a single word of the messy chapters of your romance draft. It was a delinquent romance story which was embarrassing considering the people you hung out with. Hanma would never let you live it down if he even got a whiff of what you were writing.

“That was a heavy stack. You almost done with that one?”

“No.. I just wanted to read it on paper…It's not ready yet.” Zipping up the bag, you toss it back down against the couch. Having not planned to have anyone over, you had forgotten that you had left your stuff out over your coffee table.

He meets you back in the kitchen seating himself on the counter emptying the grocery bags.

“I like your place. It’s got you written all over it.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah it’s cute.”

At that he wasn’t wrong. The place was cozy which was just another word for small, but it suited you. Several books and pens were strewn across the make shift desk coffee table, while an overfilled bookcase decorated the wall. Small knickknacks you just had to buy decorated the joint room, while photos of your loved ones filled the walls. Not a single room in the small apartment was void of anything that brought you joy. To you it was a much needed sanctuary from reality. Your own personal get away from anything that made your head hurt safe for homework sadly.

“You live with your grandfather and Shinichiro right?”

“Yeah. Someone has to take care of those old farts.” Shaking your head at him, the doorbell rings, likely the food he had ordered. Hopping off the counter, he empties his pocket, scattering coins, gum, lollipops, and several crumbled bills as he pulls out his wallet to pay.

“What’s with all the candy?” You ask as he returns plopping the takeout bags onto the counter. Stuffing his things back in his pocket just as disorderly as they were before, he begins pulling out the food.

“I’ve traded smoking for candy.” At this you give a look of surprise. “Well, at least cigarettes. Emma has been on us all to quit since my grandad’s doctor banned it. It’s solidarity with the old man.”

Emma was practically a mother already with the way she took on the mantle of taking care of her family. When younger, she became the family cook and ensured that in a house full of rowdy boys, it was at least neat. For Draken it was the same, as much as she teased the poor guy, no one could take care of him more. Even if he was more than capable of it himself, Emma happily doted on him.

“Look at you listening to your sister.”

“She’d beat my ass if I didn’t. Besides, I don’t mind the extra sweets.”

Handing him a plate, the two of you plated food moving towards the couch. Setting your plate down, you returned for drinks before curling on the couch next to him stuffing his face. Grabbing the remote, you flipped through recordings looking for something to put on.

“Leesh watch that movie.” He interjected with his mouth still full, swallowing before continuing. “The vampire ones.”

“Woah you really are a fan huh.” You teased as you made your way to your cd player and movie stack. Finding Twilight, you popped the disk into the player grabbing the remote. Starting on your plate, he made his way back to refill his before settling back down by you.

As you went through the movie, Mikey made sure to let you know what he thought of the actors and the story.

“She’s hot.” He blurted out as Rosalie came on screen.

“She’s hot too.” As Alice welcomed Bella. “I like the mom too.”

You swear you can hear the rolling of your eyes as he verbalizes his train of thoughts. You ask teasingly. “What about the guys, who catches your eye?”

“Charlie. I like his mustache. Him and the buzz cut brother with the eggs.”

You laugh at each comment and criticism he has of the movie until the very end. Rather than end the night, you pop in the next after tossing trash as he retrieves snacks.

“Would you rather be a vampire or werewolf?” You ask as you watch Bella meet the pack. Taking a swig from his drink, he answers quickly.

“Wolf.”

“Why a wolf?”

“They’re fast and strong.”

“So are vampires. Why a wolf over a vampire?”

“We’ll, I’d want to protect my loved ones, without having to outlive them.”

At this you couldn’t fault him. Together you continue watching the movie reaching the end credits. By this time, the two of you are lying down on the couch facing each other, as he gives you his review of the movies so far. Particularly, enjoying how manly the wolves are and liking the action.

“She was a little much in the beginning.” Mikey let’s out propping his chin on his fist as he looks at you.

“Well she’s young so it makes more sense if you look at it that way. A young, dumb hormonal teen.” Snuggling further into your blanket you let out a small yawn before you continue. “Who meets someone who sees her and makes her feel things she’s never felt before. Then she learns about his world and is just about killed by it. She gets her heart broken and is left with only her memory of him, while still dealing with what she’s learned and what she’s been through. That and he’s a hot cool vampire.”

At your comment he chuckles. “You know I don’t really watch movies either.”

Shock washes across your face as you stare bewildered at the blonde to your right. “What do you mean you don’t watch movies?”

“I just don’t. If I’m not working, eating, riding, or with the guys, I’m sleeping.”

“You're kidding.”

“Nope.” Popping the p for emphasis. “Ken-chin or Emma try, but I always end up falling asleep.”

To you this sounded crazy. Reading was understandable. Many people avoided picking up books outside of school, and found themselves preferring other activities in adulthood. But movies? How could someone not watch movies? Now you were sitting up against the sofa cushion as he took in your confusion at his lack of hobbies outside of riding and cars. Well, I guess maybe napping and eating counted, but those were basic human needs. Stretching his arms out, he reclines against the sofa resting them on top of the cushions as you process the new information.

“But I don’t mind actually watching them with you instead of napping. I liked them.”

Your eyes flicker up from the blanket on his legs to his eyes as he waits for your attention. “There’s always something new to learn about you Mikey. I swear I can’t with you. I feel like we have to literally at least watch all the movies I have.”

He leans back with his arms crossed behind his head with a grin on his face, sinking further into your couch. Opening his mouth, his next words leave you playfully raising your eyebrows.

“Fine by me. We can watch movies, you can read, whatever. Anything as long as I get to lay down.”

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Authors Note: sorry yall i got busy n just went MIA. Also Idk why writing this chapter took me so long. My brain was buffering. Im trying to be better yall i swear 😩😩😩😭😭😭😭

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Sutures Ch. 0

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist - Sutures Masterlist

(Various x Reader)

Summary: Struck with tragedy, medical student (Name) is down on her luck and in need of a better job. Looking for fast money, she attends an interview for a job at a local club. Unfortuantely, she finds herself tangled in the web of the crime organization Bonten with no clean way out.

Warnings: Angst

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Life was unfair. You could do everything right and still nothing would be owed to you. Because everyday, good people can lose everything in an instant for no reason at all, while those who rot everything they touch seem to gain it all.

You sat still in your chair, uninterested in the conversations around you, focusing instead on picking the raised skin of your nail beds. The burning pain you were all too familiar with was gone, replaced even by the ache plaguing your head. Your hands now moved autonomously, picking and picking your nails raw while you stared at the ugly gray carpet on the ground.

You had seen the unfairness of it dealt to your mother. A deadbeat father who cared more for gambling and women gave you a taste of it at five years old. However, mom was more than enough and as your grandmother reassured you were better off. Multiple jobs held by your tired mother to pay their debts had you raising yourself til the age of twelve. You had always been self-sufficient and knew how to care for a home. Laundry, cooking, and cleaning were skills you picked up quickly out of sheer necessity. This small sacrifice was the least you could do for your mother. The cancer diagnosis of your mother at eighteen sobered any wishful thinking and letting you know how much life really cared.

Despite the situation, you made an effort to hide any true feelings. As your mother received treatment, you attempted to keep their morale high. Picking up a job, you worked weekends and after school to help cover the bills. Thankfully, you had worked hard through grade school allowing you to study health sciences on a scholarship at the local university.With encouragement from your mother, you continued to earn top marks. All while ensuring your mother lived a “normal” life as she underwent her draining chemotherapy treatments. The day she rang the bell in the cancer ward of the hospital was a joyous day. Together you both celebrated new beginnings with your grandmother and a hearty dinner.

Soon after, you graduated university and began your studies working towards becoming a physician. The loans were unsavory but manageable and worth the future they promised.

As you sat reminiscing, warm hands brought you back, prying your hands apart from one another. Looking up you met the worried eyes of your grandmother. The lively woman usually put together was missing, replaced even with the shell-shocked stranger gazing down at you. Sitting down, she pulled a tissue from her pocket and turned her attention to the set of mangled hands in front of her.

“I had always hoped you would grow out of this. But you are your mother’s daughter after all,” she whispered her attempt at a jest betrayed by the cracks in her voice.

“So stubborn.”

Silently you watched as she wrapped your bloody fingers in the tissue in an attempt to clean them. Her hands trembled as she dabbed off the scarlet droplets circling your nails and raw skin. Her frail body shook as another tear fell from her puffy eyes. She attempted to clean the blood off, but paused her vision undoubtedly blurred by the hot tears streaming steadily down her cheeks.

You moved to catch her grandmother's tears with your shoulders, locking your arms around her unsteady frame. Sobs racked her frail body as she melted into the embrace finally dropping her unconvincing facade.

The casket of your mother stared at you, as a reminder of the cruelty of fate. Mom would never join you for a meal again. Nor would she attend your graduation.

She was dead.

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Authors Note: hey y’all! Please enjoy this lil into to the story. Tons of writing going on to ensure longer chapters over tons of chapters. Unlike Growing Pains, I have more of a solid outline for this story, so hopefully it’s easier to write! Pls enjoy.

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Growing Pains Ch 18

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist - Growing Pains Masterlist

- (Hanma x Reader x Mikey)

Summary: An unlikely friendship with troubled Hanma Shuji, introduces you a world you never knew. As you navigate the challenges in front of you, you're forced to confront the things you previously knew to be true. Intergang friendships weren't wrong, however your sudden friendship with Mikey Sano seemed to contest that idea. Unexpected cliches plague you in the best way as you deal with what it means to be an adult.

Warnings: Mature, Angst, Profanity, Drug use, Drinking, Physical Violence (not mc)

Prev. CH // Next CH.

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Hanma knew he was a terrible person. He wasn't above avoiding you which was fucked, but it was probably for the better. Afterall, he had a nasty habit of spitting out things he didn’t mean when upset.

It wasn’t till after midnight that he had pulled up to the party, after spending most of the night with Kami’s family. Walking in, he found people everywhere scattered with many way too drunk to even stand. Kazutora had drunk called him telling him to not be a square when the whole gang and then some were there. You were there as well, he heard as a reason for him to go.

So now he was here and as his girl chatted with people she knew walking by, Hanma looked around. Most Tenjiku guys were busy attempting to get lucky while others were snoring away on any seat they could find.

“Hey man.” Izana called alongside Kakucho and Muto. Greeting the guys he sent a wave to Kami, letting her know he’d be with his friends. Sending him a kiss, she went off with her girls.

“Fuckers whipped.” Muto jeered as they watched Kami’s friends giggle their way into another room.

“Don’t worry. Maybe when someone loves you someday, you'll get it.”

“Fuck off.” Muto clenched his jaw as his friends laughed disrespectfully at his offense.

“How was the in-laws.”

“It was ight. The parents are fine now. The rest of the family was a bit on edge. Took the whole night, but I think they’re making peace. Hopefully.”

Who could blame them? It's not everyday a tatted up delinquent in a fast car drops off the beloved niece. All eyes were on him for the duration of the night. He was sure he heard them discuss his hand tats over twenty times before a single comment was made out loud towards him.

“Good luck.”

“Yeah.”

“We’ve just been watching these fuckers strike out all night.” Nodding in front of them, Izana gestured to the fruitless endeavor of both Mochi and Shion. Currently the two were basically salivating over a pair of friends whose dresses would be the only thing holding them tightly for the night.

“Kazutora?”

“Off with his Toman friends.”

“(Name)?”

“Who fuckin knows. Probably with Emma.”

When it came to Toman, there was a sort of understanding. You don’t fuck with us, we don’t fuck with you. That was the law with most gangs in the area. Parties and car meets were neutral ground unless someone was stupid enough to start shit. Kazutora was friends with Toman, but understood what it meant to be in Tenjiku. Tenjiku came first.

You were friends with them, which was fine. You weren’t in anything. Just another girl in the midst like Hina, Emma, Yuzuha, Kami, etc. What you did didn’t matter. But in a way it did. At least to Hanma it did.

Earlier, you had messaged him:

Happy New Years Shuji<3

Lemme know if you do come!

The excuse he used for not messaging back was that he was busy. Hopefully, you’d have already assumed such on your end.

“Kisaki, where’d you go?”

“For a smoke.” Acknowledging Hanma, he sat down picking up his half drunken can. He clapped as the two rejected losers made their way back to the group, earning a dirty look and a bird.

“Dude, you gotta get us in with your girl’s friends.”

Hanma shook his head laughing at Shion and Mochi’s suggestion.

“Nah. I’m not trying to get my ass dumped for you fuckers.”

“Dude, what do you mean? We’re fucking catches.”

“Keep practicing.”

“Whatever.”

Even if some of Kami’s friends were used to dating questionable guys, risking his good standing with his girl over two guys who wanted to just hit was stupid. He knew from experience it was not the best idea. Afterall, he lost you one of your friends when you were younger. I mean, how was he supposed to know her fucking cousins.

“Oh shit look who it is.”

Stumbling into view was you, descending the stairs, holding onto the railing for your dear life.

Jeez dumbass better not fall.

“(NAME)!!” Shion shouted, startling you. Pinpointing the voice, you grinned at the group almost as if they were the best thing you had ever seen. Bounding down the stairs towards them, you practically ran which was impressive considering the amount of alcohol you had likely already downed.

“Ouch the fuck.” Shion hissed out in pain at the elbow to his ribs. “What you avoiding her or what?”

“No fucker. She could have ate shit.” But mostly that.

“Shuji!” You cheered hugging your friend. Arms wrapped tightly around his waist as you rested your head on his chest. At your gesture his resolve to maintain a bit of distance with you melted at the tenderness of your touch. Even more at the slight sad whine in your voice. “You never texted me back, I didn't think you were coming.”

“Yeah. Just busy with Kami’s family.” He replied, allowing himself one hand to reciprocate the gesture. Separating from him, you smiled as you greeted everyone.

“Where’s my hug?” Looks of judgement were thrown at Shion, but you didn’t seem to care. Embracing him as well, he wrapped his arms around you picking you up for a quick spin causing you to yelp in suprise.

Back on the ground clutching your side, you allow your surprise to trail off as he smiled cheekily. Catching your breath, you turned back to Hanma.

“Well, where is she? Where’s Kami at?”

“She went off to her friends. I’ll let her know you were looking for her.” Your eyes flash at them, as you showcased the set of pearly teeth hidden by your smooth lips. Around him and the guys, you were always fully at ease, especially when drunk. Already, you were charming, but as you beamed at them with that playful look in your eye under your long dark lashes, you were something else altogether.

“Sounds good. I guess I better stop cockblocking huh?” Even if he had stood on business, the look you sent him and the sensation of being near you again after so long of being without, left him wanting you to linger around longer.

“Happy New Year guys. Don’t get too crazy.” With that, you smiled one last time before making your way to the back of the house. Turning to poke fun at how pathetic they found Shion, the conversation fell on deaf ears. Hanma’s eyes trailed after you until you were out of sight, as he took on the role of ensuring you made it back safely. Left with only the warmth left from your touch, he felt something akin to guilt bubbling deep inside.

Was he in the wrong for being upset? I mean, if he dated one of the girls you disliked that mocked you in middle school, wouldn’t you have been upset with him?

Seeing you with him that night so close was like a slap in the face. Hearing that you were allowing him to touch you so familiarly now was aggravating. It was just all wrong.

“Back so soon ladies?”

With her friends in tow, Kami returned, finding her place in Hanma’s arms.

“We got bored. Let’s all play a drinking game or something, yeah?” Kami suggested looking up at him as she pressed a kiss to his jaw. Any answer other than yes, would have had his friends making fools of themselves pleading. Besides, whatever made her happy was was always a yes.

“Yeah let’s go.” As all made their way to an empty table near the back of the house, the group began to set up grabbing the drinks and whatever they needed for the games. Muto went ahead to grab drinks as Shion and Mochi attempted to pick up some of Kami’s friends. Izana stood against the wall waiting alongside Kami’s friend from the last time, who seemed to be keen on the golden boy. All the while, from the table, Kisaki and Hanma stood listening to Kami and friend debate what game to play.

Looking around to assess how many people were going to play Kami counted until her eyes fixed on something in the distance. Mid-count, her eyes widened with excitement at whatever she was staring at.

“No way. Babe. Look. That’s (Name)’s guy.” At this, Hanma had no interest, keeping his gaze on her. Lips pouting slightly at his refusal, she persisted. “Shuji look!”

Hanma had no desire to see Mikey but he had not much of a choice in the matter as Kami pulled his face towards the direction she was staring. To no surprise, it was Toman guys coming in from outside. Heading to the makeshift bar, they rallied around the keg and drink coolers. However, as looked amidst Takemichi and his friends in view he was confused to say the least.

“See that’s the guy I saw her kissing.” She insisted, holding his face in place.

“That’s the fucking crybaby.”

“Not him. His friend.”

As he looked through the kids friends, he recognized some familiar faces but only one who could fit the blonde description.

“Yamamoto Takuya?”

That’s the fucker you were kissing? Just one of Takemichi’s loser friends.

“The fuck. I thought you were talking about Sano.”

“No, I told you he was tall. I would have told you it was Mikey too. Jeez, do you ever listen to me?”

Dropping his face, Kami huffed before she returned to finish her counting with her friend. They would definitely be having a talk about communication in the morning. Brushing her annoyance aside, Hanma continued to follow the blonde as he processed the new information.

Following his lead, Kisaki watched as Takuya poured himself a beer. “Random as fuck.”

All he knew about the kid was that he was friends with Takemichi, he was blonde, and he wasn’t Mikey. That sheer fact alone should have made him feel better. That all along, this was the guy you were seeing, not the gremlin.

But why didn’t it?

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The sound of your voice on the other line never failed to excite him even after so long. Even if you were to never call him again, he’d doubt he’d ever forget it.

Upon learning that you had not slept with the enemy, Hanma found it best to forgive and forget. Afterall, what was meant as a punishment for you became flipped onto him once he remembered how much he enjoyed your company.

“What are you doing today?” He asked as he stared up at his ceiling.

“Nothing much. What’s up?” Your voice questioning him as if unsure for his call. For this he couldn't blame you.

“Do you wanna.. hang out or something?” Why it felt hard to ask he had no idea.

“Yeah. Sure. What do you wanna do or what.”

While he had hoped you’d be free, he hadn’t exactly thought far ahead to what you guys would do. “Ugh. I don’t know anything. We can hang at mine and see.”

“Sounds good. I can be over in an hour if that works.”

“Yeah that works. I’ll pick you up.”

“Alrighty. See you then Shuji.” It had been too long since the two of you had hung out, which would have been crazy to say months ago. Pulling himself off his bed and out of his bummy clothes, he changed into a clean pair of sweats and a hoodie. Grabbing the keys to his bike, he made his way downstairs.

He was early, but that’s how it usually went. Parking his bike, he made his way up the stairs to your door. Knocking, he called out your name.

“Hey.” You called out over the sound of the blow drier as you stood in your room. Falling onto your bed he landed on his back knocking your pillows off much to your annoyance. Placing his arms behind his head, he smiled at you as you shook your head at him through the mirror.

“Almost forgot how comfy your bed was.”

As you fixed your hair, you turned to watch him make himself right at home. “Don’t put your dirty shoes on the bed.”

Kicking them off, he stretched his feet out as he watched you finish getting ready. Littered across your desk, all the creams, paints, and sprays you used in your routine. From the cd player, music flowed out from a group you liked playing softly in the background. Your room was just as he remembered it. Nothing new other than clothes, some new photos on the wall, and the purple camera you bought to match him.

“So what are we doing?” You ask as you make your way to your closet. “Casual?”

“Yeah we can just chill.”

“Kk.” Pulling out some shorts and a crew neck, you made your way to the bathroom. Coming back out dressed, you grabbed your bag and phone.

“Woah you're on your bike today.” You let out at the sight of his leopard accented bike, as he started it up.

“Gotta switch it up every now and then.” Getting on behind him, you put on a helmet as you wrapped your arms around him from behind. Kami wasn’t a fan of travel by bike so he had refrained from driving it lately. While he loved his car, his heart would always belong to his bike.

Maneuvering around cars, he sped up causing you to clutch him tighter. Laughing at you, you pinched him in retaliation as he turned a corner sharply.

“Keel it up. Your gonna knock me off and get in trouble with the moms.” Warning him with your cheek pressed tightly against his back. Through his back you felt both the vibration of the engine and his laughter.

“Hold on then n we wont have to worry.”

Pulling up to his house, he felt your nerves melt away as your grip on him softened. As you smoothed your hair, he put away his bike. Opening the door to the shared apartment, it was your turn to throw yourself. Lying on his couch, you called for MoMo who was greeting Hanma as he put aside his keys. Picking her up, he plopped the cat next to you on the couch before lying down himself.

“Whose such a pretty girl.” You cooed, scratching her head as she kneaded the dough for her biscuits. “Where’s Kazu?”

“I think he said he had some shopping to do. So it'll be just us today.”

“Alright then. Should we go get snacks or something? We can watch a movie or something..”

“I’m down. Watch the house MoMo.”

Grabbing his wallet, the two of you made your way towards the stores. While the action of walking together down the street was like muscle memory, he could tell there was something weighing you down.

“Thought you were too cool to hang out with me a bit.” Tossing a glance at him, you continue walking. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he turns to look at you.

“I am but I’m trying to be a better person this year, you know.” Shrugging his shoulders as he grins at the narrowing of your eyes.

“Whatever.” You call out, feigning annoyance as you speed your walk up a little. But it was too late for you, as Hanma caught the ghost of a smile leaving your face. Hooking an arm around your neck, he leaned against you slowing you back down.

“How do you expect to keep a guy with that temper?” Your face flushes as he smiles at you knowingly. Since it was made aware by Kami that there was a guy in your life, his mother had been badgering him for more information on your secret boyfriend, which was annoying. Knowing it wasn’t Mikey left him more open to it, making it the perfect thing to push your buttons.

“You're dumb.”

“So who’s the unlucky guy? You might as well tell me.”

Your face remains pink as you roll your eyes at him. “Takuya.”

“Takemichi’s friend?” He questions scrunching his face as if he had no idea on the matter. Opening the door for you, he follows you inside the corner store. “How’d that happen?”

“Ugh. Okay.” Brushing your fingers against the wrapped chip bags as you walk, you stop on one of your guys’ favorites. Scrutinizing the bag as he watched you waiting, you place it into the basket you supposedly grabbed on the way in. “The girls set us up a while back. It’s a little embarrassing, but he’s a good guy.”

“He seems simple, so perfect for you.” Tossing a couple bags of candy into the basket.

“You're such an ass.” You laugh, shaking your head as he walks to the smoothie machine. Placing two mango cups in, he starts the machine before heading to grab some drinks from the cooler. Placing them in your basket, he leans on your shoulder.

“Wild. A Toman kid? Couldn’t you have picked a stronger one at least.”

“We’re not together, yet. Besides, who else would you have preferred from Toman?” As he hands you your smoothie, he scrunches his brows in silence as you walk to the register.

At Hanma’s prolonged silence, you chuckle as you stick a straw into your drink. “Exactly.”

“Besides,” you continued as the pair of you walked out the store,” all the good catches from Tenjiku were taken.”

At your declaration, Hanma throws his head back in laughter as you make your way back to his. “You're funny. Who?” He questions.

“For starters, Kakucho.”

“Fucking Scarface? That’s rich. He’d leave you in a heartbeat if Izana asked.” He can’t believe the garbage your throwing at him, yet he turns to you waiting for you to continue.

“Rindou. He’s sweet, cute, and funny. And he djs which is actually really cool.”

“Even with that fuck ass cut?” Wides widening at what you called cute. But as he assessed the man in comparison to the other “catches” in Tenjiku, he was one of the better ones.” Mehhh. Alright. I guess I see it.”

He watches your face, ready for the next name you’d put up to bat. However, this time it’s taking you longer as you seem more focused on chewing the straw wrapped around your lips. Nudging you to the side, he’s curious. Just who else could have you racking your brain so hard.

Your lips then part dropping the straw in favor of uttering the name you were attempting to keep for yourself. “And you.”

As you avoid his burning stare in favor of the pavement under you, he thinks it’s a brain freeze affecting his hearing. There was no way “you” could be referring to him. But your lack of confirmation, leaves him stumped. “Now your just fucking with me.”

“I mean it.” You reaffirm as your soft eyes meet his. Pursing your lips, you moisten them before continuing. “Yes you're a pain, I’m not denying it. How Kami can handle you is beyond me.”

“She handles me well.” He retorts, earning a smack on the shoulder before you continue.

“I mean it. You're dangerously loyal to your friends. You're funny even when you're being annoying. You are thoughtful, even if you like to pretend you aren’t. You make life enjoyable even if it feels anything but.”

As you looked at him, really looked at him, Hanma was afraid. Of what, he didn’t exactly know at the time. All he knew was that he hated the way the knots in his gut tightened with each second you spent watching him.

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Authors Note: Woah sort of back on track maybe who knows. Hope its enjoyable guys, snail speed, snail speed.

[jelliikiss]

Growing Pains Ch. 17

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist - Growing Pains Masterlist

- (Hanma x Reader x Mikey)

Summary: An unlikely friendship with troubled Hanma Shuji, introduces you a world you never knew. As you navigate the challenges in front of you, you're forced to confront the things you previously knew to be true. Intergang friendships weren't wrong, however your sudden friendship with Mikey Sano seemed to contest that idea. Unexpected cliches plague you in the best way as you deal with what it means to be an adult.

Warnings: Mature, Angst, Profanity, Drug use, Drinking, Physical Violence (not mc)

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Writing was a process. One you did in short bursts of inspiration sadly where you regurgitated every thought in your head on a paper or word doc before your head hurt. Sometimes it was new ideas for shorts or stories, and other times it was a new idea of what should happen next or a scene you couldn’t get out of your head.

Whether on the bus, at the bar, in the middle of the night, or in lecture, every time you had an idea, you’d scribble it out on a napkin or your phone until you could bring it to life. At the moment, you were editing and writing the next chapter of a short story you created while you should have been studying for your literature criticism and theory course.

As you typed away on your laptop, across from you scissors, markers, scrap papers, and stickers turned empty pages into works of art. Having not seen each other for a little under a week, Hina called you for a cafe date. As the two of you chatted, you’d type away on your laptop while she worked on her scrapbook.

“Can you believe it? One more semester and we are done.”

“Crazy.”

“I know. I mean it’s just like, wow. I’m going to sleep for like a year after graduation.”

Contrary to Hina’s belief, you could actually believe it. Finals were over, and you were well into winter break now. School was out for the district you worked, allowing you to rest. And by rest, you meant focusing on all the drafts you had locked away in your computer and binge watching and reading all the rom-coms you could.

“How was Christmas for you? I know you said the girlfriend was going.”

“It was good. Yeah she came with him. They split the time between her parents and us.”

“So are you guys friends now? I’ve never actually talked to her but she seems friendly enough.”

“Yeah we kind of are. She’s nice.” That was the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Kami was sweet and a welcome addition to the holidays. She made the mothers happier and made dealing with grumpy Hanma a breeze. Likely stressed and nervous about meeting the in-laws, he was uncharacteristically short and quiet on Christmas. Even if he was sour, it was nice seeing him. He swore up and down he was not a touchy-feely person. He wouldn’t call you his best friend aloud as you would him and you doubted he’d reciprocate an “I missed you” if you tried to sneak one in. Maybe with his girlfriend he’d become better with his feelings. Well, hopefully for her sake.

“How was it with Takemichi’s family?”

“Amazing as always. I love his family and I am so glad they are still so kind after all this time. His mom keeps badgering us about grandkids though.” Rubbing her eyebrows, you laughed as she shook her head.

“Come on. You don’t want any mini Hina’s or Takemichi’s yet? I can see you now with your five kids.”

“I’m still okay for now.” She reassured, as she took a bite of her dessert. Wiping the crumbs off her hands, she waved her left hand to your face. “Told her no children till I’m married.”

“Way to put a fire under the poor guy.”

“No, no fire. I’m giving myself more time with her. I’m not even graduated yet. I have a plan and he knows that.” This much you knew to be true. Hina marched to the beat of her own drum as her boyfriend followed diligently along behind her.

“I’m glad you're so in tune with each other. You taught him well,” you smiled as she pasted a photo of her and him into her book. Hina and Takemichi were a grand example of, as cliche as it could be said, a true love. Naive and young were the two when they pledged to be together forever, but as the years passed it seemed to be set in stone. The two have been together through thick and thin, as children and now as adults. Almost as if the love between the two transcended time itself.

“So, how are you and Takuya?” Asked Hina, gluing in some lace around a photo of her and Michi.

“It’s been good.” You start leaning back against your chair as you stretch out your arms above you. “We call or text everyday and have planned a date for January.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Yeah. He’s great. He’s planning on coming to New Years with the guys, so we’ll get to see each other tomorrow.”

“I’m so glad the two of you liked each other.” Hina exclaims, smiling. The pleasure she took in having a hand in setting the two of you up was never ending. To her not only was it a perfect match, but a friendship match. Afterall, the two of you were some of the couple’s best friends who were both reluctant in dating from what you heard. To them, the pairing was a match made in meddling friends.

“So you're headed there with Emma again right?”

“Guilty.”

“Perfect! Now, onto important matters. ” Holding up her current page spread, she called for your attention tapping her finger on the blank space left amongst the stickers.

“What picture of me and Takemichi should I put here?”

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“Woah, you trying to become a porn director now or what.”

Kazutora had taken only two steps into their shared apartment, and Hanma was already ready for him to go back to work. Granted, their living room was uncharacteristically messy at the moment.

“Fuck off.”

Tossing his keys on the counter and himself on the couch, Kazutora watched Hanma set up a camera on a tripod. Rummaging through the open boxes, he grabbed a photo book, rifling through the pages.

“What’s with all this stuff?”

“Figured I needed an upgrade from my phone.”

“Shit. This is real professional stuff. You trying to shoot cars?”

“Cars. Trucks. Parties. Places. People.” Hanma said as he looked through the lens of his camera out their window. For weeks, time dodging friends was spent working extra hours at the garage. The money going towards photobooks, introduction to photography guides, editing software, and accessories for the new camera he spent a pretty penny on. Opening his packages after work, left him with the same rush of excitement he felt as a kid when his mother was able to afford Christmas gifts.

“I’m trying to capture it all.”

“This is sick dude. You gotta get me and my car.”

“In time. Just gotta figure this out first.” Adjusting through the setting options, Hanma clicked photos of their view making a mental note of the difference between each picture. He knew it would take a bit, but it would be worth it. He’d spend hours testing and reading different techniques and editing tips if it brought him closer. Almost as if a switch went off in his brain, the urge to learn more ate at him. Never had he found himself so invested in something. It was a weird feeling but he welcomed it.

Is this what you felt with writing?

Years spent looking at you crazy for the ramblings you’d let out as you went off tangent. The way you spoke about writing made Hanma feel as if your pen stained pages were alive. Like the pages crumbled in your school bag would bind him in place until he gave them every thought in his head. At least that’s what you made it feel like.

The way you’d talk sometimes was so colorful. A different colorful from his foul mouthed ways, more creative. Big words you’d use from shows and stories you read or learned from school. Sometimes he’d trip up on the words he wasn’t sure about, but he learned quickly with the ones you threw towards his friends who were equally puzzled. You were a nerd but you were their nerd. Even now, you were still their nerd.

Removing the camera from the stand, Hanma moved to lay down on the couch as he went through the practice photos he took. Kazutora had ditched him earlier, opting for a hot shower, leaving him alone in the messy living room.

It all felt so different now. Naturally, you were both busier, that was understandable. Work, school, friends.

Dating.

Never had he lasted with a girl this long. It was easy with her. Everyone liked her and for good reason. Kami was great. She also had a good eye and a habit of speaking before thinking.

Mikey.

Why was he always around? Taking what wasn't his, as if it was his right. The haughty bastard just had to have it all. It wasn't your fault, not with him. Yet at the same time, Hanma couldn’t help but be a little colder to you.

It was so stupid. All of it was. All Hanma could taste was bitterness as he looked at you as you smiled unabashedly at him while talking with Kami.

It shouldn’t bother him this much but it did. You knew how he felt about Mikey and you knew what he told you about him.

Sitting up, he sighed as he began to clean up the scattered plastic wrap and cardboards boxes. Stuffing it all in the trash, he retreated to his room with the camera in hand. As he laid in bed, he listened to the sound of the shower running alongside whatever music Kazutora was playing on his phone.

It was so fucking stupid. You could do whatever the fuck you wanted. It shouldn’t matter, but it did. Because while it may have seemed as a small indiscretion to you, it felt like disloyalty to him.

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It wasn’t unusual for you to end the night on the phone. It was easier than texting and relaxing depending on who was on the other line. Lately, you found yourself talking with Mikey who preferred calling. Something about his hands getting tired, which you could agree with.

“Do you have any resolutions for the New Year?” You ask Mikey as you release a light yawn.

“Hmmm. No.”

“Nothing?”

“We'll, what are yours?”

“Mmm… I guess to not shop as much, travel, and start going to bed earlier.”

“It’s 2 am right now.”

“That’s why it’s a New Year’s resolution.”

Rubbing under your eyes, you could feel yourself fighting off sleep. Despite it still being dark out, it was the morning of December 31st. Having spent a little over 3 hours on the phone with Mikey, your device was warming your cheek making it even harder to keep your eyes awake. Yet, you tried your best so you could stay up with Mikey.

“Stop. You're making me tired with all your yawning.”

“I can’t help it. It’s late and my bed is so comfy at the moment.”

“Maybe we should sleep. Tomorrow we gotta stay up late again.”

“Jeez, don’t remind me. I’m tired just thinking about it.” You yawned as Mikey laughed at you through the phone.

Tomorrow was the huge New Year’s party at Jackson’s house. Everyone you knew was going, which was exciting. It had been a bit since you had seen all your friends together. The holidays had everyone running around, making it hard to see everyone. What better way to start the year off, then partying with all your friends?

“Wait, I got one.”

“What is it?”

“I want to watch more movies.”

“Okay.”

“Those vampire books you like so much. You said they had movies right.”

“Oh. Yeah they have a couple.”

“We should watch em.”

“Really? You're not embarrassed about liking it?” You ask slightly more awake as you tease the blonde. Having paraphrased a portion of the first book for him, naturally, you continued on with the next in the series. After that, the next. Continuing till you finished the series for him over the phone and alone in his section of Shinchiro’s shop. It took you by surprise just how invested he was into the series.

“Nah. They’re action movies. I mean what’s an action movie without the guy getting the girl?”

“I guess you're right.” You attempt through a huge yawn, which only muffled your words.

“Yeah it’s time to sleep, you can’t even talk anymore.”

“Whatever.” You muttered leaning your head on your forearm.

“Goodnight. I’ll see you tomorrow “ Mikey called out to you but you could not hear as you were already snoring away.

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“I’m sorry I’m such a third wheel,” you apologize to Emma and Draken as you readjust your outfit in his back seat. Since Hanma began dating Kami, you opted to drive with your friends more to the car meets and parties. One, because it allowed you to get ready with your friends which you hadn't done in a while, since Hanma usually hung out with you as you got ready. And two, you didn’t want to be in the way of Kami and Hanma as they started dating. “Thanks for driving us all around!”

“It’s fine. It’s practice for when we have kids.”

Emma’s brazen comment left Draken red as he continued driving ignoring the two of you for his sanity. At his obvious embarrassment, the two of you giggled to each other whispering purposefully to mess with him.”

“Wow, look at your dragon Emma. He’s so red.”

“I know. Let’s see if making him redder lets him breathe fire.”

“You guys are so lame.” Draken called out towards the two of you as he continued chauffeuring.

“Whatever. (Name). Will you be a good aunt?”

“Of course, I would Emma.”

“Good. Draken’s gonna give me five kids, so we’re gonna need all the help we can get.” At the sound of this, Draken’s right hand shot up to rub his temple as he continued ignoring the two of you.

Snickering, Emma continued to press his buttons much to his chagrin. “Thanks for helping us practice (Name). Please refer to me from now on as mama and Draken as papa.”

“Of course.”

“You guys are dumb. Don’t fucking call me that.”

“Don’t listen to daddy, he doesn’t know what he’s saying.”

“Okay mommy.” You called out earning an eye roll from her annoyed boyfriend. Sitting in silence, you and Emma took in the view of the city lights, leaving him waiting for the next stupid joke that’d leave your mouths. Just when he thought you’d leave it, he reminded himself he should have known better from the two of you.

“Dad, are we there yet?”

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No one was more relieved to see Jackson’s house than Draken, as the three of you pulled into the gated house. In need of a drink, he walked in ahead as the two of you took your time, texting your friends for their location.

“He’s so easy to tease.”

“I know. I love him. He’s my big softy.” Emma gushed as you followed him through the door.

“Let’s head to the drinks. Yuzuha and Hina are meeting us there.” How the host made enough money for such a nice house and his huge parties, you had no clue. The house and yard were packed with people eager for the new year.

“Hey guys.”

Greeting your friends, you hugged one another before all deciding on a drink.

Opening his beer, Draken drank before turning towards Hina.“Hey where’s Michi and Mikey?”

“He went to pick up Akkun and them. And Mikey is with Sanzu somewhere.”

Checking his phone, Draken nodded.

“Oh and Takuya is with him.” She added nudging your waist with her elbow as the girls cooed at you.

“Do you guys have nothing better to do?” You joke at the wagging eyebrows directed at you.

“Not really. Besides we got a couple of hours to kill.” Yuzuha replies as she pours out a couple of shots for you guys.

“I’m not drinking that.”

“Hina. Come on. New year, new you.” Handing them out Yuzuha, waits patiently for her to finish her inspection of the hard liquor. Sipping it for some reason, she gags turning her nose at it.

“Eugh, that tastes and smells like gas.”

“We’re shooting it, not sipping. Do it fast, come on. Cheers.”

Shooting it back, she was right about the taste. Then again shots were not for taste, well at least for you guys. Setting 'em down, you coughed from how rough it slid down your throat shaking your head at the second round she had no trouble pouring out.

Amidst the gags and groans, laughter from the professionals drowned out the novices. As you chatted you caught up with everyone about how they passed the holidays, the latest gossip, and what was new with them.

“(Name) you avoiding us or what.” Slinging an arm around you, Kazutora pulled you into him having just arrived with Baji and Chifuyu.

“Just was a bit busy. I could say the same for you.” You remark hugging him back. “Where’s Shuji?”

“At Kami’s parents place. He said they’d show up later. Did he tell you they were coming?”

“He told me maybe. Have you noticed anything with him? He’s been weird lately.” Christmas you could excuse, since he was meeting her whole family. But for a while now, he had been acting off. No more blowing up your phone or at the very least a call to hang out. When trying to reach him, more time lapsed between replies and work seemed to be all he was doing. When asking if you would see him tonight, his one word reply left you feeling that maybe it was just you.

“He’s been working a lot so he’s been scarce with us too. I’m sure it’s nothing, though.” He reassures, easing your furrowed brows.

“I’m not that drunk yet, but I do miss you guys.” You trail off a bit embarrassed at your confession. Giving you another hug, he laughs before smiling.

“Don’t worry. We miss you too.”

“Kazutora. Come on. Let’s play a game.” Baji calls as he and the guys make their way towards the yard. Turning back to you he gestures to the door.

“Coming?”

“Nah you guys play. I’m gonna stay with the girls. Have fun.” With a final look, he catches up with the rest leaving you with Draken and Hakkai.

“Dad. Where’s mom?”

“Quit that shit or I’m never driving you again.” Clicking his tongue, as Hakkai chuckled, he gestures to upstairs.“She went to go help a girl upstairs. They told me to let you know since you were busy talking.”

As you moved towards the stairs, he gave you a look. ”I wouldn't if I were you though. She’s pretty out of it.”

“Noted.” Maybe it is best if you waited for them to finish. You weren’t drunk enough yet to handle vomit. Moving to grab a drink, you waved him off. “ Alrighty then. See ya later pops.”

Grabbing a random mixed drink, you walked around waiting for the girls. Looking at the people in the room, you were able to see a wide variety of people. Walking through you made note of both the familiar and unfamiliar faces. People you were friendly with, people who didn’t like Hanma, some you swore you saw on tv before.

As you made your way back towards the stairs, a hand reaches out falling on your shoulder. Jumping around to see who it could be, you’re with a familiar Cheshire grin.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

He looked good. Well, he always looked good. His hair was messy but in a styled way rather than the usual mess he had while he worked. He was dressed casually and wearing cologne, but you could still smell the familiar scent of oil lingering around him.

“Wanna sit.” Gesturing to a familiar empty couch, you nod as you follow him with your drink in hand. Plopping down next to him, you sip your drink.

“What are you doing?” He asks, leaning back against the couch.

“Im waiting on the girls. They're helping a drunk girl upstairs and as big as his bathrooms are, I’d still rather not be in the way.”

“What about you?”

“Nothing much. I was just talking to my brother and his friends when I saw you wandering around looking lost.” From the right, you can see his older brother alongside his fellow Black Dragons. Too engrossed in whatever conversation to notice the two of you watching them.

“I was not lost.”

“Sure you weren’t.” Smirking, Mikey turned back to you. “Guess we’ll see if you make it to midnight.”

“Don’t worry. I slept in today so I’m prepared tonight.”

“Good for you. So are you going to run outside with a suitcase?”

“No?”

“Thought you wanted to travel.”

“Oh. Haha. No not enough to run outside with my suitcase. It’s cold and I don’t doubt I’d eat it.”

“I’ll let you borrow my shoes.

“I’m okay this year.”

He chuckles as you shake your head at the idea of you running outside lugging a suitcase behind you. It was one thing at your own home, but here onlookers would say you were high off your mind.

“Where would you go?” He questions crossing his arms as he turns into you, swiping his tongue across his teeth."If you could go anywhere today, where would you go?”

“I don’t know.”

“You say you want to travel, but you don’t know where.” He bites at you as you roll your eyes at him.

“Alrighty then. Where would you go?”

“Easy Kyoto.”

“Kyoto?” You ask both puzzled and interested in his reasoning for somewhere close. At your curious eyes, he shrugs his shoulders, taking another swig of his drink.

“Yeah. I’ve never seen the Fushimi Imari Shrine.”

“You have a thing for shrines or what?” You jest as he smiles into his drink, likely thinking of their old meeting place at the Musashi Shrine.

“Maybe. What can I say? Old habits die hard.”

Authenticity was a dying trait you found. You, yourself, part of the many who could not say you were truly you all the time. A different person for different people, and at times yourself, even when alone. Mikey on the other hand was terribly genuine. So much so it was scary at times witnessing his frankness.

Yet, you were sure it was what drew people to him. What linked him and his friends together so tightly. And as you laughed with him, you knew it was probably what had snared you as well somewhere along the way.

“I was wondering where you went.” Chimed a voice ahead of you.

Senju stood above the two of you, dressed so carefully you could find her in an expensive catalogue. Moving towards Mikey’s side, she perched herself on the arm of the couch curling the corners of her lips up at the two of you.

“I came back with my drink and they said you disappeared on them,” she continued as she watched the two of you.

The two were very familiar from what you had witnessed before and were a handsome pair. It was to be expected that Mikey was someone who wouldn’t be alone either. You expected she’d sneer at you to let you know you were overstepping in some way. But, she didn’t. Because as close as she was to him that night and hovering over him at the moment, she smiled at you like nothing.

“Yeah. (Name) you know Senju right.”

“Yeah. Hey.”

“Hi. You look super cute.”

“Thanks, so do you.” You let out as you sit up in your seat. Adjusting your bottoms, you smile at them before standing. Flattening them against your thighs, you turn to face them.

“Well it was nice seeing you Senju and talking Mikey, but I gotta go find Emma and them. They’re probably looking for me. Happy New Year guys!” Offering them a close lipped smile, you nod at them as you begin to distance yourself.

Sitting up, Mikey scoots to the edge of his seat as you begin to walk away. “Yeah. I’ll see you later (Name). Happy New Year.”

Leaving the couple on the couch, you move back towards the staircase. Once again off to find your friends. Waving at the Tenjiku guys you recognized, you continued along scanning for your kanji tatted friend. Kazutora had said he was with Kami at her family’s and would join in later. But as it seemed, he was still getting in with his in-laws.

You weren’t an idiot. This is what growing up was. People grow, they move, get different jobs, kids, girlfriends, etc. Priorities shift and days blend to one before you know it. Calls and texts slow. Your friends shift and the ones you could never imagine being without become strangers you recognize. That wasn’t you guys though. At least you wouldn’t let it be.

Was it selfish of you to not want change? To want to avoid growing up. To want to continue seeing your friends as much as you could and wish you could keep them for yourself. To loathe sharing their time with others when it was you who was there first.

Even at a party I’m acting like such a loser.

Rejoining the rowdy group, you greet the guys and let Takuya pull you into a side hug.

“Why are you thinking so hard about?” Takuya prodded as you mindlessly chewed on the inside of your lip. Bringing your drink to your mouth you wash down the metallic taste.

“Nothing important.” You smile as you lean your shoulder into his warmth. Getting out of your head, you listen along to the girl's explanation to the whole mess they found themselves in upstairs. A quick trip up helping Emma’s nail tech to the bathroom, turned into a fight to keep her from getting jumped.

“So then we had to lift her, you know. We can't. Boom. Fall in the tub. Curtain rod, down, hit Yuzuha. All while Hina’s guarding the door calling Suki’s boyfriend.” As Emma explains, the girls act it out waving their arms knocking into any poor soul too close. As Yuzuha holds her arms up showcasing how she tried to put the rod back up, you laugh a little too loud for her liking.

“And where were you?” She questions placing you in a friendly headlock as you laugh through the onlookers alarmed stares. Allowing her to hold you, you lean back on her chest.

“Waiting for you guys down here.” You let out before meeting Emma’s eyes, and biting back the grin erupting on your face. “Someone had to keep the hoes away from my dad.”

“Thank you baby.” Emma erupts, pulling you from Yuzuha, flattening your stray hairs as Draken gives the two of you a dirty look. Together, you guys continue to laugh as you wait for midnight to hit. After a round of rage cage and winning a couple games of beer pong, you gather with the girls and guys for the count down.

“Poor Takemichi.” With Takuya, you watch the bitch cup winner as his girlfriend rubs his back as he ruins a potted plant in the backyard. As pitiful as the scene was, he played the part of the good loving boyfriend drinking his penalty drinks along with all of Hina’s.

“So… I got that clock.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. You wouldn’t happen to know anyone available next Friday would you?” You chuckled as he feigned nonchalance, with a hand stuffed in his pocket.

“May-“

“Bruh cheesy as fuck. Y’all hearing this shit?!” Yamagishi, clearly drunk holding onto a faded Suzuki, yelled back at Sendo and Hina who were helping the sick crybaby. At the sight of his friends dying laughing, Takuya kissed his teeth.

“Dude shut the fuck up.” He retorted, cheeks hot as you snickered at the pair stumbling doubled over in laughter.

“Don’t worry. I like your cheese.” You assure him holding his arm as he avoids eye contact with you still bothered by the cackle of the guys in the background.

“Countdown.” Wang bellowed out on his balcony as everyone grabbed their person, friends, and drinks. Together, you counted back from ten following the numbers on one of the large tvs around you.

As you counted back, you kept an arm around Takuya as he held you. As the countdown hit one, you cheered along with the others before you pressed your lips flush against Takuya’s. Holding the small of your back, he kept you close to him. Pulling away, you hug one another as cheers erupt around you.

Soon you flooded amongst your friends hugging one another as you celebrated another year together.

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Authors Note: lol sorry yall, i lied i was not back on track 😭. But hey here she is. Took way too long for my liking. Big chapter today. 

[jelliikiss]

Growing Pains CH. 16

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist - Growing Pains Masterlist

- (Hanma X Reader X Mikey)

Summary: An unlikely friendship with troubled Hanma Shuji, introduces you a world you never knew. As you navigate the challenges in front of you, you're forced to confront the things you previously knew to be true. Intergang friendships weren't wrong, however your sudden friendship with Mikey Sano seemed to contest that idea. Unexpected cliches plague you in the best way as you deal with what it means to be an adult.

Warnings: Profanity

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Conflicting schedules leads to your date with Takuya being pushed back two weeks. With the end of the semester near, finals have you spread thin and with less time to do everything you’d like. Reading and writing if not for school is out of the picture and you can only see friends if you're able to drag your laptop along. Takuya was also busy with moving into his own proper place. Having saved up enough, he left his shared apartment with Akkun, and was in the process of unboxing his stuff. You both were lucky to find yourself free Saturday morning.

“Order for Takuya.” Grabbing the two cups, he handed you yours as you exited the cafe.

“Thanks.” Sipping the warm drink, you were greatful for the sweatshirt you threw on at the last minute. The end of the semester meant not only finals but that winter was coming. The ice wasn’t your favorite, but a necessary evil if it meant winter break.

“Are you any good at decorating?” Takuya asked as the two of you walked along the street letting it guide you.

“Depends what good means.”

“We’ll let’s see. I’m debating purchasing one of those black vintage cat clocks with the weird eyes. Thoughts?”

Taking a long pause, after sipping your drink, you let out a low hum as you pretended to think. “I think it’s a need. Definitely get one.”

“Haha. Just for that I’ll have to get one. You’ll have to help me find the perfect spot for it though.”

“I would be honored.”

Passing shops, you admired the festive decorations painting a cheery atmosphere. The holidays were almost upon you nearing the end of the year. “Any plans for the holiday?”

“My folks want us all to spend Christmas in the countryside with our grandparents. I have work so I’ll be out a week, but back in time for the New Year.” Most people you knew were planning to go to the New Year party hosted by Wang. You yourself had been planning on attending with your friends as the mom squad preferred to celebrate with the block. “What about you?”

“I’ll be spending it with my mom, Shuji, and his mom. We do Christmas together every year.” Since your new found friendship with Hanma, the holidays were brighter and louder, to the delight of your mothers.

“ I don't know how you do it. Anytime I’ve spent with Hanma has been short and for a reason.”

Huh.

“He’s not bad when you really get to know him. He’s secretly a big softy.”

“I can’t help but doubt that, but you know him better than me. Honestly, the Tenjiku guys in general are a bit much. You must have a secret way to handle them.”

“Well it’s easy. I get to know them rather than make assumptions.”

There it was. In the years knowing the guys, you’ve had to defend them. Their appearances left little to the imagination of outsiders, but it didn’t mean their assumptions were correct. Teachers dismissing Hanma and insulting him was despicably common. Through being their friend, you had to learn quickly to bite back fast through joking. To others it may have appeared that befriending delinquents turned you disrespectful, but rather it allowed you to unrestrain yourself. No longer were you biting back in fear of what others would think. Leaving him behind, you crossed your arms as you continued along the pavement.

“Look, I'm not trying to bad mouth them or anything. I’ve had my ass handed to me by a couple of them before.” Running forward, he turned to face you walking backwards as he pleaded his case. “I’m sorry if I spoke out of turn.”

“No sorry. I’m sorry. I get it. I’ll admit, they can get rowdy sometimes, but you know how it is with Toman. They're good guys.” Yes, at times they were questionable and a prime example of a delinquent, but they were more than that. Most coming from rough backgrounds, it was natural for them to be rougher around the edges.

“If they get to have you as a friend, I believe it.” Playfully rolling your eyes, you begrudgingly smile as his flirtation.

“When your exams are over, you’ll have to let me take you out to celebrate.” Returning to your side, he continued walking beside you.

“Only if I get to hang that cat clock up.”

“I’ll order it now.”

You continue your walk, talking about, work, school, and the old days. It was nice to be able to talk to someone who was there for it all and knew what your world was like. Takuya was also kind and very level headed. He was also easy to talk to so much so that before you knew it, two hours had passed when you checked your phone.

“Shoot. I gotta go. We’re having a family dinner tonight. Thank you for this. It was really nice. Stopping back in front of the cafe, the two of you gave your goodbyes.

“Thanks for not turning me down. Younger me would be jealous.”

“Why? You couldn’t get a girl then?”

“Well that and younger me had a thing for Hina’s friend. “

“Liar.” you called out watching him shrug his shoulders at your accusation.

“I wish. I wasn’t trying to get beat up by your friend.”

“Haha. Don’t worry. I’ll protect you now.” Feeling brave, you leaned up to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips. Leaving him stunned, you waved goodbye as you made your way to the station.

How embarrassing. Where I’d this sudden surge of boldness come from?

Sitting on the train, you waited for the stop near your mother’s. Attention from guys you were used to. But attention from a guy you could seriously date, was a whole other story. It had been awhile since you had hung out and chatted with a potential partner that made you want to kick your feet as you thought of them.

“Mom, I'm home.” You call kicking off your shoes at the door.

“Over here honey.” Walking in, you nearly jumped at the sight of Kami and Hanma. His mother sat next to yours, beaming with joy. Beckoning you over, you greeted her and your mother before sitting in an empty armchair.

“You’ve met Kami right. Such a sweet girl, Shuji, you better hold on tight to her.” Kami blushed giggling at their looks of praise and honeyed comments, leaning more into your friend. Looking towards him nodding at you, you realize the two of you had not actually seen each other in over a week. It seems everyone was prepping for the holidays, making seeing other living people scarce. But as Kami sent you a large smile, you knew it wasn’t just that.

“You are too kind. I’m the lucky one. You raised a great son, Hanma-San.”

At this, his mother waved her hands disprovingly. “Nonsense. I already told you. Call me mom. How lucky I am to have such a lovely girl for my silly son.”

From your knowledge, this was the first time Hanma had ever brought home a girl. He wasn’t a relationship guy, much to the displeasure of his mother, who wanted nothing more than a daughter. You were expecting to see your skunk-haired friend but not his girlfriend. As it seemed, the two were serious enough to meet the parents. And from the gushy compliments being tossed throughout the room, it was safe to say that the two mother hens approved.

“Now that you're here, dear, let’s eat.” Your mom started. Ushering everyone to the table, they brought out the mountains of food as you passed out drinks. Sitting down, you and Kami sandwiched Hanma as the mother took the seats opposing.

Filling your plate, you ate as the mothers talked Kami’s ear off. From listening in, you were able to learn more about the blonde. She was an aesthetician, which made sense. She had no siblings but had a plethora of cousins who never made her feel alone. She loved the beach and loved trying new cafes, which led to Hanma’s mother already schedule a date for them to visit some new animal cafe.

She was basically perfect. Exactly the kind of girl that swept parents off their feet and brought men to her parents house to ask for permission. And they loved her. So much so, you were able to eat without being cross examined about your dating life.

“Shuji. Be a dear and help me grab the cake Kami brought.”

“No. Don’t worry we’ll grab it mom.” Kami called pulling Hanma with her as they cleaned the table. Returning, the two brought clean plates alongside a beautifully decorated cake topped with dark fruits. Passing out the slices, you bit into the dark strawberry.

“I almost forgot.” Looking towards you from around your friend, Kami raised her brows. “So (Name). How was your date?”

Spoken too soon.

Gasps exited the two older women at the table leaving their dessert abandoned. “A date?”

“You didn’t tell me you had a date today!”

Four pairs of eyes waited with bated breath for you to acknowledge them. Your face burned as you realized there was no going anywhere nor avoiding the endless questions that waited to be answered.

“Yeah. Thanks no, it was good.”

“It looked like it went well. He was totally cute and into you. I didn’t want to bother you since you looked a little busy. I saw you when I was buying the cake.” At her particular wording, your cheeks burned.

She totally saw me kissing him.

“(Name)! Who is he? Will you be bringing him home for dinner soon?” Your mother pressed, excited at the thought of her daughter dating.

“Do we know his mother?”

“Oh shoot. I’m sorry if it was a secret or something. I was just so excited to ask you.” Her excitement drained as Kami apologized, appearing ashamed of herself. At the sight of her sinking into her chair, you felt bad even though you weren’t at fault.

“Hey no it’s all good.” Taking a sip of water, you prepared yourself mentally. “No you probably don’t. He’s our age and went to school with us. It’s not anything serious at the moment so no I probably won’t be inviting him over.”

“He’s very kind, thoughtful, and hardworking. And as soon as it is serious, I promise I will immediately bring him over.”

The red tinge didn’t leave your cheeks as you told them about your date. It was nothing serious so, you felt no need to give them too much information. That and you didn’t want them snooping around. Either way, they appeared satisfied at the little tidbits you gave them. Your mother’s eyes smiled as she looked at you one last time before, turning away to eat her cake.

“I’m glad. Be sure to let us know if you do.”

With that, they moved the conversation to the cafe where Kami had gotten the cake. While you were nervous, part of you was glad she had let it slip. Dating was nothing to feel embarrassed about, it was natural and even expected at your age. And yet, it made your stomach turn.

Soon, you were old news as the Hanma’s and Kami made their way home. Walking them out the door with your mom, Kami grabbed your hand.

“Hey I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t mean to make it a big thing or anything. I was just so excited for you.”

Her eyes drooped as a sorrowful expression plagued her face.

“Hey it’s all good. Thanks actually. It made them happy to hear I had a date. I was going to tell them anyway, but you telling them was better. That way they wouldn’t think I was lying.” Her laugh tickled your ears, making you smile back at her as she looked at you. “It was good to see you guys.”

“You as well. Maybe we’ll have to hang out sometime.”

Smiling, you nodded. “Definitely.”

Waving goodbye to her and Shuji who stood with his mother talking at their door, you walked back to help wash with your mother. In the kitchen, she sealed off leftovers and tossed scraps into the trash. Scrubbing the dirty dishes, you waited for her to speak.

“She’s a sweet girl. Akko likes her a lot.”

“She is. I haven’t been around her much, but she’s really great.” Initially, skeptical of her, you felt bad for your assumptions. Hanma was very lucky to have met her.

“You were so quiet. Why? I didn’t want to bother you earlier, so I left you alone. You’re never this quiet.” Ever perceptive, your mother placed the wrapped dishes aside before grabbing another container and lid. “Shuji was quiet, but because we didn’t let him get a word in. But you were different.”

Rubbing your fingers together, you washed the soap off as you allowed water to run.

Why were you quiet? Never did you four have a dinner that could be described with that word. Always loud, laughing, or bickering. Never quiet. But tonight, a deep feeling sunk into your stomach making you want to leave. It felt nice not having them offer to introduce you to whatever storekeeper's son this week was single. Yet at the same time, you wish they would have.

“It’s crazy. I didn’t care for her at first. I don’t know exactly why I didn’t but I knew it was for no good reason. But she’s so sweet, I’m crazy not to.”

Patting your shoulder, your mom handed you two containers full of leftovers before pulling you into embrace.”You know you’ll always be my baby right. I love you more than you can imagine.”

“I know. Mom. I love you too.” Already feeling the ache in your arms from the heavy containers, you pulled away as she moved to hold your face.

“Even if you don’t bring that young man home”, teasing you. The rolling of your eyes at her automatically earns a childish slap at your shoulder. “Come on. I have dishes for you to finish.”

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“I love your mom. I hope (name)’s mom liked me as well. I see where she gets her good looks.”

As he made his way to her apartment, Kami gushed about the night and his mother. He was hesitant to bring someone home, but his mother was beyond pleased with her. As she chatted her ear off, she looked proud even.

“I’m glad she makes you happy.” She told him as Kami talked with (name). He was relieved they had hit it off so well, but that was just how Kami was. She was a great girl.

Granted, it did feel weird having a fifth person at dinner but she fit in so well. It was also nice seeing you again. He knew you were beyond busy with school and work. Any of any free time you had, probably divided between the girls and your mom. At dinner you looked exhausted and like you didn't want to be bothered.

Maybe he’d talk to you another time, once whatever you were pissy dwelling about was history. That was until Kami mentioned seeing you earlier.

A date. A date with a guy. A real one.

His best friend (Name) had been on a date earlier with a mystery guy that they apparently knew. At the accusation, he stayed watching doubtful until you confirmed it. It wasn’t a big deal or anything, just unusual for him. Yeah, you used to say you liked guys or gave him shit about his ‘cute’ friends, but you were never for dating.

Yet, here you were blushing about some guy who bought you a coffee.

Just who was this kid and what had he done to his loud mouth friend?

His own mother pressed him about it, asking if it was one of his friends.

“I hope not.”

“What do you mean? You don’t know?”

“I mean I don’t know. We haven’t talked in a bit.”

At this, she narrowed her eyes accusingly.

“No, not like that. We’re just busy people. Mom.” Kissing her on the cheek, he grabbed Kami’s hand. “I’ll call you later mom. Bye.”

Half-listening to her ramble about cafes she was planning to take his mom, he interrupted. “Hey so why didn’t you tell me you saw her earlier.”

“Oh. Yeah. I literally forgot, until the cake. She was outside the cafe with him.”

“Did you recognize him? I mean, do we know him?”

At this she shrugged her shoulders. “Probably. He’s a familiar face. I think he might be one of the Toman guys.”

As if giving her time to think, he pauses momentarily.

“What did he look like?”

“I couldn’t see his face well since they were kissing. But he has longish blonde hair.”

All he could focus on was the road, as whatever else Kami had to say filled his silence. Whatever else was notable, he couldn’t hear too busy dealing with the sharp pain in his stomach.

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Authors Note: I’m back baby. Hehehe. When writing I get so many ideas, it’s hard planning out exactly how it goes since I’m always changing my mind. But I like this direction so far. I hope y’all do as well. Currently working on some other pieces since I got a good wave of motivation. It’s bad sometimes, but ig a healthier fixation than most.

[jelliikiss]

Growing Pains Ch. 15

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist - Growing Pains Masterlist

-(Hanma x Reader x Mikey)

Summary: An unlikely friendship with troubled Hanma Shuji, introduces you a world you never knew. As you navigate the challenges in front of you, you're forced to confront the things you previously knew to be true. Intergang friendships weren't wrong, however your sudden friendship with Mikey Sano seemed to contest that idea. Unexpected cliches plague you in the best way as you deal with what it means to be an adult.

Warnings: Profanity

Prev. Ch. // Next Ch.

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Food was a central point of bonding for you. Talking over dinner, debriefs over breakfast, or catching up with the moms over Hanma’s mothers table full of carefully crafted dishes. Maybe it was how you were raised that you found so much comfort over sharing a meal with someone you cared about. Weirdly, it could at times even feel intimate which was a big reason why you couldn’t help but reject first date dinner invites without thinking. Eating with those you cared about was comforting and could even feel healing at times.

That is, if you weren’t being interrogated.

“How was it?”

“When do you see him again?”

“Did you think he was cute?”

“Would you date him?”

“How did we do?”

Biting the pastry off your fork, you couldn’t help but cover your mouth to prevent any crumbs from showering the table from how hard you wanted to smile. You were pink all through your body with each question from the girls about your ‘date’ with the pharmacist of the Mizo Middle 5.

“I told you. I like him, he’s pretty cool... He’s also pretty cute.” Covering your face from the tables around you as your friends, shrieked in joy, you were ready to hide away for a couple months.

“And?” Yasuda asked as the girls gave you their full attention. Rubbing your tingling cheeks, you moved to analyze your dessert and which bite you’d take next.

“He has my number and said he’d call soon.”

“That’s great! I’m so ready, Someone new for double dates! Mitchy will love this!” Hina exclaimed as she wiped cream off her mouth.

“No yeah. Thanks guys. I actually had a really good time with him.” It felt silly and nostalgic to sit here giggling with your friends. The last time you had ever felt like this about a guy had been high school. Older and with a plethora of excuses why you couldn’t date, it was hard to find a satisfactory answer for everyone now after having exhausted them. Dating was a lot and not at the top of your priority list, ecspecially with graduation looming over your head.

The time you had now, you divided towards school work, substituting, your mom, friends, and writing. Nights you weren’t out were usually spent writing your stories or reading for story inspiration. It felt silly how much time you dedicated to something so unserious, but the desire to create gnawed at you from the inside. You’d become a teacher, throw all your drafts in your bottom drawer, and write as a hobby. Maybe post on a blog or something but nothing more.

“So (Name). Is there anyone else you like?”

Since the last time you had had this discussion not long had passed and yet everyone appeared interested. Was there another guy their dating averted friend liked. The sudden question pierced through your thoughts, dragging you to the hot seat.

Five pairs of eyes watched intently waiting for an answer, but you could only look at one pair. Emma sat across from you watching as the others. Her expression matching the smile and joy of the rest but her eyes left you afraid of any sudden movements. As if at the wrong answer, she’d strike.

"No you start softly after feigning contemplating. No one else right now."

Why did your friend make you so nervous?

Everyone else seemed satisfied with the answer, but her eyes stayed on yours as if searching for a truth you knew not about. Like she knew more than you, waiting for you to slip up. Laughing, you felt the intensity of her questioning melt off as she relaxed herself.

"Just wondering. Better for Takuya then huh?"

As they turned the conversation to Hina asking about the students in the class she was assisting, you feigned ignorant to the wandering eyes in front of you.

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Mikey: hey are you doing anything today

Waiting by the phone for a call from Takuya had you on high alert despite the ease of the day. It was a lazy day for you, allowing you to lounge, binge romcoms, and eat snacks. So after breakfast, you felt yourself sink into your couch creating an impression of yourself that should by now be able to tell someone the exact color of your eyes.

The notification sound from your phone vibrated with shared videos with the girls, social media comments, and emails about the take away reward coupon you had a week left to use. Nothing out of the ordinary until Mikey's name flashed on your phone. This was the first text since the last time you had seen him, which was only a several days ago. Being so preoccupied with everything and waiting for Takuya, you hadn’t thought of him.

(Name): no nothing today. Why

Mikey: you needed to service your car right

Shit. The sticky note left on your desk clearly didn’t work as Mikey remembered before you about the vehicle you were neglecting.

Mikey: bring it to our shop today

His next text sent a rush of adrenaline through your body making you aware of what you looked like. Your hair slightly separating at the root, your skin oily, and the popcorn crumbs dusting your body, overall unappealing. Getting out of the house would be fun but not in this state.

(Name): sure. C u in an hour

Plugging your phone in, you made a beeline for the shower. Drying your hair, you played some music as you combed through tangles. Loose hair was the style for the day you decided, before putting some product on. As you blushed your cheeks, you suddenly felt weird about the amount of effort you put into your appearance. You looked good, but was getting ready for servicing the car too much?

Nah I looked rough. Reassuring yourself as you apply a subtle coat of lip gloss. Settling for nicer casual clothes, you grab your keys and drive to the location on your phone.

Pulling up to the shop, you rang Mikey. Following his directions, you stop in front of a large door. As it rises, you're able to see a pair of sneakers then the blonde leaning against the wall where the switch was. His nonchalant demeanor was gone replaced by a hearty chuckling fit.

“You’re kidding me.” He rings out biting back laughter as he heads to your window. “This is what you drive?”

Sitting in your single cab suzuki kei truck, you nod at his disbelief and amusement. Maybe not everyone’s first choice, the compact vehicle stole your heart the first time you saw it. An ex-farmer neighbor looking to upgrade allowed you to make one of the best purchases in your life. It was perfect for the busy street you lived and economical on both gas and vehicle cost. In great condition despite the speed cap of 60 mph to avoid exploding, it was perfect for a habitual driver. That and your mother adored it for gardening store trips.

“I’m fuckin dead. I wasn’t expecting it.” Shaking his head, he gestured to you to pull in. Following him further in, you were able to hear the RnB playing through a speaker on a nearby table. Devoid of any other noise and other than the two of you, life, the cold room somehow felt inviting. Turning it off, you sat on a stool watching him retrieve his tools.

“The shop’s huge. Is it just this room.” You ask, examining all the equipment and cars left unfinished in the seperate bays.

“No. We have another building to the left and back. This is my room. Shin and Izana are in the other two.”

“Woah. Are they working too?”

“Nah. They took the weekend off. I came in to detail my car and install some sky lights for a client.” Switching on the lift, you watched him raise your truck off the ground. “Man, look at this monster.”

“This’ll take a bit. Gonna check the oil, engine, brakes, rotate the tires n all that. You can sit on the couch over here.”

“Better yet, read me something.”

“What? No.”

“Nah, you told me you would. Service is free today, you just gotta read to me.”

“Stop. I'll give you all the cash in my wallet, but I’m not going to read to you.”

“Doesn’t have to be something you wrote. Tell me about something you’ve read then. I told you, I don’t read. I don’t write either. I’m not picky. I like everything."

At his voice pitch raising as he whined and the offer of a free car servicing, you debated between being uncomfortable and maybe disappointing your new friend.

I did say maybe last time.

Huffing, you bit your lip as you gave into the small blondes request. “Fine-but” you began. “No complaining about what I tell you.”

“Easy. done.”

“Okay then.” As you contemplated what you could read to him or at least paraphrase, most of what you felt you remembered best was romance. Specifically, a series you were recently rereading in celebration of the upcoming movie release.

“Okay. With separated parents, a young 17 year old girl lives with her mother in Arizona while her father is in Washington. While her mother is off with her boyfriend on a trip, the girl is sent to spend the rest of her school year with her father despite having not seen him in a long time.”

Laying down on the couch you continue reciting the book to your best ability as he continues his work.

“Edward doesn’t seem to care for her much, plugging his nose as if she smelled disgusting and fails at switching into a new class.”

“Lol that’s so dick.” He remarks as he tightens back on a tire before moving to the next.

Surprisingly, he listens without fuss commenting every once in a while at something he found funny or had a question about. It was nice in a way having someone else to talk about the books you liked. The girls were big movie fans, but only Hina had read the books, leaving only her to exhaust. Mikey was an unexpected but happy addition.

“So as the two were alone in the forest, he reminded her that he was no good. Opening his shirt, he moved into the sun where his pale skin sparkled under the bright rays. ‘This is the skin of a killer Bella.’”

“That’s so stupid. Why the fuck would he sparkle.” He sat dumbfounded in his dirty tanktop with the top portion of his suit wrapped around his waist. Wheeling close to you on the couch, you sat up to lean against the arm to properly face him.

“The vampires in this series do. It varies across authors.” You reply, shrugging your shoulders at his issue with the process behind sparkling skin.

As he goes to sit next to you on the couch, you pull your knees against your chest to make room. Sitting down you keep them there, not wanting to hit him as you place them on the ground.

“You're good, you can stretch out.” At first you think you didn't hear him correctly but lifting under your shoes, he slowly stretches your legs back the way they were on the small couch, but this time with his underneath. It feels way better this way, but the weight of them on him and the closeness makes you nervous. He shows no change instead asking for you to pass him his water bottle.

“So this one of those horny old lady books.” Moving his eyebrows you laugh before pushing a hand into his shoulder in protest.

“No but if that’s what you're into, I can get you one.”

Laughing at his sudden defensiveness, the sound of a door closing goes on deaf ears. You continue to poke fun at his knowledge of such books and ask for recommendations much to his chagrin.

“Whatever.” His cheeks burn a little as you beam at him. To you the whole situation was comical. Who would have ever thought that the ‘invincible Mikey’ would spend a day listening to someone read him Twilight as he displayed his knowledge in old romance smut.

“So-Im basically done. Everything's good. All that’s left is a test drive.”

“Sounds good.”

Hoping off the couch, you went to the bathroom as Mikey changed into his casual clothes. Pulling out, he drove the two of you away from the garage towards the night market alongside the bridge.

“See, she's a dream. Why don’t we stop and get something.”

“Sure.” Walking beside him, your not surprized to see him bring the two of you to an old Taiyaki stand. Orange lights paint the two of you as the smells and warmth of the fish pastries clung onto you.

“Can I get four?” Tucking in his thumb, Mikey spoke to the grayed woman preparing the pastries. Why do we need four, isn’t just the two of us?

“No.”

“Aunty please.”

“No.” She reiterated firmly at the young man at your side. In shock at her refusal to sell to him, you can’t help but quietly watch the two of them in their battle. “Do you want us to get reprimanded by your grandfather?”

“Three then please aunty.” His hands pleaded at the woman matched by the pitiful face he brandished for all to the under the yellow tinge of the stall light. “Two for me, one for her. I swear.”

Crossing his heart in front of her, she crossed her arms watching him beg with his money in hand. Kissing her teeth, she began wrapping three up and turned to pour out two cups of tea. Standing up, he handed her the money, vocalizing his gratitude loudly earning a slap on his shoulder.

“Only two for you. Don’t let him eat yours, young lady. Or else we’ll all be in trouble.” Sending the two of you off, the treats and tea warmed your belly and hands on the way to the familiar bridge. However, this time if challenged for the treat in hand, you’d sooner give it up than tumble in the cold water below.

Sorry Mrs. Taiyaki.

The sweet bean filled pastry, crackled as flakes of the fried dough littered your lap and filling coated your lip. Licking the hot sugar from your lips and fingers, you nodded at him.

They did taste better fresh.

“What was that about?” You ask before taking another bite.

“I ate five the other day and got sick. She knows my grandpa so we both got an earful.”

“Why would she sell you five then?” You ask taken aback by the vendors sudden change in attitude, now barely allowing him to purchase one at all.

“I lied to her. Told her I was buying for the family last time.”

Demolishing the one in his right hand, you shake your head at his past antics. He sipped the warm tea, before unwrapping the extra fish he had bought. Biting into it, he closed his eyes in approval as he chewed appreciatively.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who loves these as much as you do.” Laughing at his unshameful display of love for the dessert, you bit into yours as he made himself swallow before speaking.

“No one else gets it, only my mom did. I got the sweet tooth from her.” Swallowing another bite, he continued after taking a sip from his tea. “These were her favorite. She swore the ones from this stall were the best in town.”

The air feels slightly thicker to swallow at his confession. Finishing the fin you had torn off, you couldn’t help but agree with her as he continued.

“We used to come here with her. She’d sit with us and we’d pretend they were real fishes jumping in and out of the waves.”

“She was great.” Emma had told you about her life and her siblings. All raised by their older brother and grandfather, both mothers were out of the picture. Mikey’s not by choice. She had passed away when he was about ten years old and already beating everyone up in the neighborhood.

No string of words felt appropriate as the two of you sat silently listening to the rustling of the waves. But none were needed, surpassed by the shared comfort in sitting with one another. The two of you looked toward where the blue water kissed the pink sky. Moving rashly, you reach out but continued to sip your tea. Despite holding your drink in your right, your left hand seemed to feel warmer on top of his with your fingertips scratching against the grit of the concrete.

“Are you gonna finish-“ shaking your head, you hand him the tail end of the fish. Sinking his teeth through the crispy scales, you finish your lukewarm tea.

“Geez I see why you get sick.” You mock as he scarfs down the remainder of your fish. Tossing the crumbled wrapper and napkin into the trash, he mumbles a thank you before downing the rest of his tea.

Vibrating intensely in your pocket, you pull out your phone to see it’s the call you had been waiting for all day. Stepping a little away, you answer.

Takuya: Hey

(Name): Hey

Takuya: Sorry for the delay. I've been a little busy at work.

(Name): It’s all good.

Takuya: I wanted to know if you were free to get coffee or something.

(Name): Sure yeah. I'd love that.

Takuya: Nice. I'll text you more later. I'll let you go, sorry for the late call.

(Name): No, you're good. Bye.

Takuya: Bye

Sitting back down next to him, he finishes off the pastry and his tea. The two of you talk and talk, as he asks you each and every question that runs through his mind.

And as you sit, listen, laugh, and disagree with the dark rooted blonde, you find the initial anticipation you had for that phone call was stolen away, used instead for whatever came out of Mikey’s mouth next.

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Authors Note: hectic month for me yall. A good hectic though. Im back home and now able to use internet for my updates. Hopefully I can get back to my usual scedule as well but we'll c for now 😭😭😭 thanks yall🩷🩷

[jelliikiss]

Drunk Confessions 2

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist

-(Hanma x Reader)

Song: Artemas - Dirty Little Secret

Synopsis: One-night stands never really were your thing. Tipsy and heartbroken, you seek comfort the arms of a local womanizer. However, it was just one night of lapsed judgement. Right??

Short Summary: One night stands can be viewed as a single lapse of judgement. As long as it's just once.

Warnings: Angst, Profanity, Drinking, Suggestive Themed

Part 1 (can be read as stand-alone)

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Waking up, your first instinct was to rub the crust forming at the corner of your squinted eyes. The rough crystals scratched your hand, punishing you for this bad habit you needed to quit. The leftover makeup smeared over your hands reinforced your punishment, and reminded you to make sure you actually take off makeup before bed. Now more awake and likely with some form of abstract oily eye makeup, you sit up. Reaching for the makeup wipes you kept on your night stand, you're surprised to not find them and in their place you see a pack of half empty cigarettes. Panic sets in as you slowly begin to feel cold and realize that under the plush dark comforter you’re naked and that next to you was a naked man.

Oh my god I hate myself. Variations of that sentiment repeat in your head as you examined the room of the stranger you apparently went home with. At least their room is cleanish and I’m alive. It could be worse.

Oh my fucking god.

The friendly neighborhood double hand tatted playboy who you made out with in a moment of weakness, was sleeping right next to you drooling. At the moment, the womanizer looked peaceful and albeit a little innocent which contrasted the man you knew when awake. Throwing yourself back down on the pillow, you rubbed your face roughly with your hands as you processed the events of the night. However, you were just in luck as your fall from grace onto the comfy pillow woke the menace lying next to you.

“Woah you’re still here.” Yawning as he stretched under the covers, you rolled your eyes. Smacking his lips, he laid on his side grinning as you attempted to create space in the bed between the two of you.

“Don’t worry. I’ve already seen you so you don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“Ugh I hate my life.” You groaned out loud covering your face with your hands. It didn’t take a genius to chalk up the aftermath of your passionate makeout. It was rather easy. Heartbroken you enjoys making out so much and in need of some form of comfort, you throw yourself in Hanma’s bed.

“I gotta get out of here.” Sitting up with the comforter clutched against your chest, you manage to pull it off of Hanma.

“The fuck!” Wriggling in his bed naked and likely cold from the loss of blanket, he gives you a look which you easily dismiss. Standing quickly and strategically, you cover your body from his pissed off gaze and manage to wrap it around yourself. Scanning the ground, you pick up your clothes from the discarded clothes trail leading from the bed to the bedroom door.

“Sorry.” You halfhearted let out as you run and lock yourself in his bathroom. Shoving your clothes on, you turn on the sink. Washing off the mess on your face, you attempt to accept reality. While you initially would have preferred Rindou, he had sadly shrugged you off last night. Thus, allowing your despair to guide you, you had instead ditched the club and your friends to wake up in Hanma’s bed.

Fuck. Your friends.

With the comforter in hand, you make your way into Hanma’s room where he is pulling on some sweats. Scanning his bed and not seeing your phone, you toss his blanket on the bed and kneel down. Running your hand underneath his bed, you find your phone. Switching it on you see, 10 texts and 4 missed calls from your friends. Grimacing, you shove your phone in your pocket.

“That was kind of dick. You took my blanket.” Semi clothed, Hanma throws his arms up at you clearly bothered from earlier. As he stands, all you picture is his naked worm wriggling on the bed. So while inappropriate, you can’t help but bite down on your bottom lip, biting back a laugh as he glares.

Keeping your head high, you make your way towards his apartment door as he trails after you. Opening it, you turn to face him. Although you already felt the shame inching up on you from the walk home, you make sure to not let him see it. Instead you return his haughty ass smirk.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I already saw it.”

Slamming the door before he could respond, you quickly make your way towards the station. Scurrying in your club heels, you hope onlookers aren’t paying attention to your outfit.

Tossing your keys and purse to the side you smack down on your bed.

Just what the fuck did you do.

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“Hey where the fuck did you go last night?”

Yuzuha yells through the phone fueled by her anger and concern. Her and the girls tried their best to reach you, however as you saw from the love bites left on your chest and inner thigh, you were busy.

“I know I’m so sorry. I just was so drunk I got a cab.” There was no way you were going to reveal the truth. Sorry Rindou rejected me so I fucked Hanma.

It was bad enough you went home with him. Did you have to say it out loud?

“It’s not just us you had worried. Rindou was looking for you.” She huffed through the phone causing you to freeze in place.

“What did he say?” You ask quickly, catching her off guard. Was he actually worried about me?

“Nothing. Just that he was waiting for you but you didn't come back. Hey I gotta go get my brother for church. This isn’t over!” Laying still on the bed, you stare at the ceiling as you attempt to think logically.

Rindou had indeed been with another girl, but he was worried and looking for you. Did that mean he cared? Or was he just being nice? Throwing yourself face first on your pillow, you screamed into the silk pillowcase.

Sitting up, you pushed your hair out of your face. Either way, he was the last thing on your list. Later today you would need to apologize to your wonderful angry friends. And if you were going to sit through that, it would be after a much needed shower.

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It took several heartfelt apologies and a free lunch to make it up to your friends. You were both thankful that they cared so much and worried that in their inquiry they’d dig deeper. Thankfully, if Rindou picked up on what your eyes said, he had not relayed the message. The week passed quickly with rain, work, and the promise of another night out the upcoming weekend.

It was inevitable. You were going to see Rindou. You just hoped that this time it wouldn’t hurt as much as it did the last time. Back in this time in a short dress and heels, you met your friends at the brother’s club. As usual, it was busy and the best place to be.

“Ahhh (Name)! Come’re!” Hugging Hina, you kiss her cheek, before making your rounds saying ‘hi’ to everyone. Just as you feared, Rindou sat looking attractive as ever. Sending him a small smile, he returns it just as stiffly as you. Damn he does remember.

“Hey let’s get some drinks going!” Smiley cheers as he begins pouring out shots for everyone. Shooting it back, you allow the burning liquid to scrape at your throat finding the feeling comforting. As he hands you another, you shoot it back easily as your friends cheer. Little do they know, it’s the only thing keeping you from crying.

Whatever. Fuck him. I don’t care. He can do what and who he wants.

Emma slides her arm through, locking arms with you. Surprised by her sudden closeness, it makes more sense when she sends you a pitying smile. It made even more sense when a familiar face sits herself on Rindou’s lap. As if stuck in a nightmare loop, the very girl Rindou was grinding with last week had returned for a double feature.

“That’s Yeri.” Emma begins softly as the two of you watch her wrap her arms around Rindou’s neck. “I guess they met last week while you went MIA. I just didn’t want you to freak out or anything.”

Feigning nonchalant, you brush it off. “Why would I freak out? I had a crush on him, nothing more than that.”

Unconvinced, she presses. “Are you sure? I know how much you liked him. We can ditch to another club. Just say the word.” Honesty was not always the best policy. Being honest was not going to get you a gold star, rather just going to get her and the girls walking on eggshells around you.

“It’s true. I’m okay Emma. I’m not here for him. I came to hang out with you guys.” This was true, making it easier to feign uninterest in the scene happening five feet away. Taking your word, she hugged you tightly enough you felt every bead on her bracelets. “Can we dance now?”

Surrounded by your friends, it was easy to forget the source of your heartache. The music was blaring as the drinks flowed. As time flew, you found yourself alone once again on the floor as your friends found their partners. Taking refuge at the bar, you sipped a soda as you ‘took a break.’

“No tears yet?”

Turning towards where the snide remark came, you found a thorn in your side. Resting his chin on his fist, he watched you sip your drink grinning at your annoyance.

“Hello Hanma. What do you want?”

“Ouch is that how you greet all your one night stands?”

“No, I usually hope they get the hint and leave me alone.” He chuckles as you roll your eyes at him. “Don’t you have some other girl to prey on?”

“Always. I just stopped to see what you were moping about this time.” His words burned your ears and your pride, pushing you to finish your drink quickly. Smiling at the bartender, you stood up.

“Sorry to disappoint but I’m not moping.” Catching the eyes of a cute guy apparently headed your way, you fixed your hair. “I’m going to dance.”

Dancing beat dealing with Hanma and it beat moping over someone who never liked you in the first place. Moving towards the floor, you found a tatted perm, leaning over you. Throwing caution to the wind, you danced with him to the rap song bouncing from the speakers. Singling along to the song, it felt good dancing without a care. Between breaths, the two of you exchanged names, ages, and flirty compliments.

As the music slowed you allowed him to spin you around. Then you saw them. Ignorant to your lingering eyes, Rindou held Yeri, smiling into her lips. As they pulled away from each other, you found that you needed more time and liquor.

“Hey I’ll see ya later.” You attempt to leave the floor, however a tight grip on your wrist pulls you back. “Hey I said I’m leaving.”

“Stop being a tease.” He lets out as he presses you against him. Shoving him off, he grabs your wrist again pulling you back. “Come on, just a little kiss.”

“No! Get the fuck off me.”

“She said get the fuck off her.”

“Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you going to do about it bitch.”

Through the muddled lighting and strobe lights, you see your assailant hit the ground accompanied by the crack of his nose. Before security can reach the commotion, you follow Hanma through the crowd and out the back.

Together you run through the alley, stopping once each breath burned your lungs. Leaning against the back of some cafe, the two of you wait for the slowing of your hearts. Holding his hand to his chest, you see the blood leaving the cracked skin of his knuckles. Shaking the pain out, you wait to fill your lungs before you speak.

“Thanks.” You utter softly, a little remorseful for the words you threw at him earlier.

“He was a piece of shit.” He reasons grimacing at the bruises starting to form. Through the pain, he finds the energy to smirk at you. “What can I say? I love a damsel in distress.”

“I hate you.”

“Sure you do.” He retorts. “Come on.”

For some reason, you find yourself following him home. On the walk back, you shoot a text to your friends letting them know you left and had gotten home safe. Thankful for your text, they wish you a good night as Hanma unlocks his front door. Shuffling in, he tosses his keys on the counter locking the door after you. His place is just as you remember it, and his bed is even comfier looking than you remember.

In front of you, he begins undressing causing you to turn around.

“You already saw me naked. This is nothing.” He chortles, before tossing his dirty clothes in his hamper.

“Thanks for standing up for me but I’m not sleeping with you for it.” You bellow out, still covering your eyes. Upon your protests, he chuckles before hissing in pain at the feeling of his knuckles dragging against the heavy comforter.

“I’m tired so I’m going to bed. You're free to stay or leave. Just lock the door behind you.”

That was your cue to leave, and forget about your shitty night. However, instead, you head to his bathroom. Ignoring his questions, you file through for bandages and neosporin. Finding a worn first aid kit, you wet a rag before walking towards him.

“Lemme see your hand.”

He sits up surprised, as you grab his hand instead of waiting for him. Pressing the rag on it, you clear out any dried blood caked on his rough skin. Moving to clean the area, he watches wordlessly as you focus on bandaging him up. Cutting the fabric, you secure his bandage before placing everything back in the bathroom. He sits there flexing his hand as you return the borrowed supplies as if waiting for what came next.

“I’m not a nurse, so I hope it’s alright.”

He sits looking up at you and back at his hand, before clearing his throat. “No, it's good. Thanks.”

“Can I just stay the night?” You ask a tad embarrassed at your request. The two of you were not very familiar for this casual night cap. But it was late, you were tired, and he had offered.

“Yeah. Yeah. Um. I have some gym clothes in the top right drawer.” Upon hearing his offer, you pull out a pair of shorts and tshirt. Changing in the bathroom, you wash your face before returning to his bedroom. Laying down in the same spot as last time, you switch off the lamp before turning away from him.

“I’m not joking though. Touch me and I’ll kill you.”

“Same here.”

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Weekly outings were not good for your wallet nor your liver, but you were young. Back again at the club, it seems that Yeri and Rindou actually did like each other. At least enough to see each other weekly. It was easier sitting through the outings with your friends thinking you didn’t care, but silent suffering still really hurt. At times, you would catch his eyes watching you, and he would catch yours. Still, you made it a point to not be around him alone. Talking it out would just leave you in the same spot you were already in. Him taken with another girl, and you pretending to not care about it.

“What are you drinking?”

This time you didn’t have to turn to know who it was. Passing the glass over to him, you watch him try it. Mid sip, Hanma makes a face.

“This is just soda.” He exclaims, confused. Pulling it back over, you shrug your shoulders at him.

“Just a little something to take the edge off.” He chuckles in disbelief, shaking his head at you.

“Here lemme get you a real drink.” Calling the bartender over, he orders before turning back to you. “I see you're still moping over stupid stuff.”

At his prodding, you find no reason to continue pretending in front of him as well. Sighing, you stab your straw into the congealed ice in your cup. “I guess. I’m not really sad. I’m just…dealing with it.”

Two drinks are placed in front of him, before he can reply. Paying, he slides one over to you. Sipping his own, he waits to watch you down the mysterious clear liquid. “Here. This is a way better drink for dealing.”

Curious, you sip it, before scrunching your face at the strength of it. As you shake your head, the corner of his lips rise higher. “Hanma this is just vodka!”

“I told you. Way better for dealing.” Pushing it away, he rolls his eyes before calling the bartender back over to fix it. Handing it back now more full and pink, you hesitantly take another sip. Yum. Fruity.

Together, the two of you sit listening to the music and chatter around you. Despite having sat in silence earlier, it felt a little more comfortable with him next to you.

“Finish your drink. Let’s dance or something.” At his request, you watch him chug his double vodka. Chewing on his lime, he stands waiting for you. Bored with nothing better to do, you decide to chug your drink before following him. Following the crowd, the two of you dance amongst the sweaty bodies around you. The two of you were not by any means great dancers. Rather you let the loud music and liquor move you, under the dark lighting.

Stumbling forward, you expected to hit the couple next to you as the person who had knocked into you had done. Instead, his hands catch you, warming you through the fabric around your waist. His grip on you was firm, as he moved down closer to your face.

“You good?”

Any reply you had, died in your throat as you looked up at him. As if in a trance, your hands move on their own around his neck bringing his face closer to yours. His eyes watch yours, waiting to see how you’d move next. Pressing your lips against his, it takes him a little before he follows your lead. Darting your tounge out, you swipe across your lips savoring the taste before he attacks you again. He tastes like salt and lime as he bruises your lips. The grip he has on your waist tightens before he drops his hands to grab handfuls of your ass.

It was wrong. This was wrong. You didn’t like Hanma, but you loved how he felt pressed against you. You knew you needed to pull away, but it felt so good. So good that your words betrayed the warnings blaring in your head.

“Yours?”

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“Morning.”

Light blinded your eyes, but you didn’t need to see to know where you were. Rubbing your eyes, you sigh as you turn to face Hanma who twirled a strand of your

Horny you and normal you were two completely different beasts. This morning, normal (Name) wanted nothing more than to pretend this never happened. Horny (Name) on the other hand, would likely fuck Hanma in an alley.

Sitting up, you could already feel sore. Brushing through your hair with your hands, you ignored Hanma’s shit eating grin from the pillow next to you.

“This can’t happen again.” Standing you pulled on your clothes while he watched from his bed. Moving his hands behind his head he smiled at the determination on your face.

“Whatever you say babe.” Ignoring him, you storm out of his apartment attempting to stand on business. However, the next time you’re out and the time after that, you find yourself besides him naked all over again.

It feels impossible to both avoid Rindou and him, so you settle for seeing the latter. It doesn’t mean anything, it never does and can’t. He enjoys sex and you enjoy a good distraction. It also doesn’t help you run in the similar circles and enjoy clubbing on the weekends.

Lying to friends that you now like turning in earlier, you sneak out alongside him to his place. An unspoken friends with benefits setup, that has you used to his scent and familiar with his voice. Amongst other things, you know that he likes a big breakfast and that he has a leopard print blanket he pretends he didn’t buy.

So once again, you find yourself alone just waiting for him to pop up as he usually does. This time however, you trade your soda for vodka, because up on the stage the younger Haitani is djing with Yeri beside him. Far from the stage, you doubt he sees you, allowing you to watch him to your heart’s content. It’s stupid that you still care, but hey. Old habits die hard.

“I don’t even get what you see in him.” Right on time.

“He’s a shitty DJ.”

“What makes you think it’s him I’m sad about.” You question him, crossing your legs. He sips his beer before turning away from the DJ booth to the bar counter.

“You’re always looking at him. That or you’re looking for him.” His voice softens as you lean your head down to rest on your hands. Luckily your friends were too preoccupied to notice as he had.

“And here I thought I was being slick.” Sensing the defeat you bore, he kept quiet sipping his drink in silence beside you. Standing he excused himself asking for you to watch his drink. Checking your phone, you looked through Yeri’s story posts of her and her friends dancing behind Rindou. Shutting your phone off, you sip your drink playing with your nails.

“Can I get a whiskey sour.” The hairs on your arm raise as you try your best to not draw attention to yourself. However, it doesn’t work as well as you thought it would.

“Hey (Name). How’d you like the set?” Rindou moves closer as he stares down at you in the stool. His hair is a mess and he’s sweaty but mixed with his cologne, he still manages to smell good. “I didn't see you dancing with the girls so no good huh?”

Turning to face him, you're glad the moody lighting hides the way your face heats up. “No. No. It was good. I’m just a little tired.” Laughing you, smile as him reassuringly. “I liked it a lot actually.”

He grins at you, before taking a seat next to you. “I don’t see you much anymore.” He reveals taking a swig of his drink. Your fingers fidget with the cup in your hand.

“Yeah. Yeah. Work is just a lot right now at the moment.”

“Yeah I get that. I’m glad you’re still coming out.”

At his words, you watch as he focuses on the drink in his own hands. “Gotta support the local DJs. You got a lot of fans, you know. Yeri is like your number one fan.”

He smiles before wiping his mouth. “No yeah. She’s really sweet.” He becomes silent, intently watching the movement of his straw as if contemplating what to say next.

“Hey. Um. Would you—“ he starts before pausing, leaving you waiting. Just then, two arms wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you into a firm chest. .

“Hope you didn’t miss me too much.” His breath tickles your ear as he speaks to you but watches the man in front of you.

Resting his chin on your shoulder, Hanma smiles towards Rindou. “Hey little Haitani.”

Any signs of friendliness on Rindou's face melts away, as he stands up from the bar. Ignoring him, he nods at you. “I’ll see you later (Name).”

Without looking back, he excuses himself. Disappointed, you turn to the perpetrator to your right. “What the fuck was that?”

Stealing a piece of gum from your clutch, he chews amused. “Had to let him know you were busy. Besides, I already told you. You can do better.”

Throwing your head back, you laugh at him. Who did he think he was? “What like you?” For a slight second, you see him shrink a little into himself. But it’s likely just a trick of the light, as he shoots down his drink.

Standing, he leaves a tip on the counter. “Fuck it. Waste away crying after that piece of shit all you want. But don’t expect me to care.” He jabs at you, leaving your sight.

“Whatever.” Finishing your drink, you sit alone at the bar. Despite the full capacity of the room, it feels a little cold.

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That night, you don’t go home with Hanma. Nor do you the next two weekends. You know he’s there. It’s the weekend, he has to be. You catch glimpses of him through the neon lights, but that’s all. He’s probably still upset, but what do you care? He’s always picking on you and he’s so damn full of himself. He doesn’t take care of himself either, shotgunning an energy drink a day. He snores, concerningly, louder than anyone you know but wakes at the drop of a pin. He forgets to take his contacts out, but whines about his burning eyes. He also steals all your gum and mints.

He was so infuriating at times. Thinking he knew what was good for you, and yet not for himself. But…

He was funny. He liked making breakfast for you two when over. He carried makeup wipes on his nightstand now, knowing how lazy you’d get at night. He also let you sleep in his spot whenever you were over too, because you preferred it.

He was not as bad as people made him out to be. It was weird. You continued leaving the bar early for ‘work’, even though you didn’t have too. You talked and danced with boys, but couldn’t stop checking behind their shoulder. Talking to some guy whose name you pretended to hear over the music, you sipped your fruity vodka drink. Maybe you were just on high alert that night for whatever reason, because as you jerked your head to the left. You saw him.

Sat in a booth with his friends, Hanma was flirting with a girl. You watched him lean into her ear, and rest his hand on her thigh. You felt bad checking out of the conversation, but you couldn’t help yourself. It was the first time you actually saw him. And as he felt your eyes, it was the first time he saw you too.

Startled almost, his gaze left you feeling antsy. You smiled at him, earning a nod before he leaned back in his seat. He looked good.

Trying to get back to the guy in front of you, you find yourself watching him through your peripheral. Ten minutes pass and you’re still learning about how crazy it is being a cop. Feeling nosy, you glance quickly in the direction of his booth. There his date sits alone, maybe feeling the same coldness you do.

“I’m so sorry! Thanks for the drink. Excuse me.” Making a beeline outside, you're just in luck. Taking his smoke break, Hanma leans against the brick exterior of the club alone. Slinking into the spot next to him, you can’t find anything to say despite all the thoughts racing in your mind.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Grabbing a piece of gum out your purse, you chew as you study your dirty heels.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” Biting your smile down, you pull out an extra piece, holding it out. He grabs it, tossing his cig butt. “What about you? Where’s your girlfriend?”

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he looks at you shrugging.

“Waiting inside.”

As you walk away from him, he pulls you back laughing. “Joke. It’s a joke. Just fucking with you.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you can’t help the corners of your lips lifting up. Letting him guide you towards the sidewalk, you enjoy the tingling sensation of him next to you. Grabbing your hand, he lets you intertwine your fingers with his.

“Come on. Let’s get some food.”

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Authors Note: This has been in the drafts for a bit. Ready to focus on my longer fics so I got this outta the way. Please enjoy it and let me know if yall have any suggestions!!🩷

[jelliikiss]

Writing Stuff 1

TBH my fav way to write is with my tablet, music, and on my treadmill. Legit I get so focused writing, that I'll walk for hours if I'm not careful.

That or I like having a movie in the background to give me noise. I actually really do love my Ipad. When my laptop gave on on me, hg stood strong. 🩷

[jelliikiss]

Growing Pains CH. 14

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist - Growing Pains Masterlist

- (Hanma X Reader X Mikey)

Summary: An unlikely friendship with troubled Hanma Shuji, introduces you a world you never knew. As you navigate the challenges in front of you, you're forced to confront the things you previously knew to be true. Intergang friendships weren't wrong, however your sudden friendship with Mikey Sano seemed to contest that idea. Unexpected cliches plague you in the best way as you deal with what it means to be an adult.

Warnings: Mature, Angst, Profanity, Drug use, Drinking, Physical Violence (not mc)

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Tonight, the races went off without a hitch lasting longer than the last time. Together with friends, you poked fun at a red faced Shion and watched as others showed off their cars. Now having their scanners fixed, everyone was able to leave earlier without running into the cops. Leaving with your girls and Draken, the four of you pulled up together to Wakasa and Benkei’s place.

Their place was modern and most importantly perhaps to them, the flashiest house on the block. The rave lighting didn’t help their case at all, but from what you heard it was a younger neighborhood. And the house as, the self-proclaimed shoo-in for realtors of the year, Pey-yan and Pah-chin boasted, the house was the best in the neighborhood.

Walking in, their home reminded you more of a club from the sheer amount of bodies and liquor. Everyone from the track was there and what’s more is that your date was also supposedly here.

“Let’s get some drinks.” Following Yuzuha, she sifted through the coolers before heading each of you a drink. Your queasy stomach felt incredibly empty, reminding you that you had forgotten to eat during the whole date prep. And the acidic drink you were gulping down only added to the mess in your stomach. It had been long since you dated. You loved reading and writing romance, but experiencing it was different. The pressure from what the night had in store hung off every minute that passed.

“I just texted Hina. I guess he’ll be a little late.”

As the words left Emma’s mouth, relief flooded your system. You had more time to relax before your blind date. Finishing your drink, you felt a little more at ease.

“We should go look for Hina I think she just got here.”

“Hey, you guys go on ahead. Imma get some snacks.” You let out as they nodded and left you where you were.

Watching them make their way through the crowd, you let your back rest against the counter. Only one thing was on your mind. I need to eat.

Looking through the spread on the counter, you pick at some chips. God forbid you be too drunk in front of Takemichy's friend. Nor did you enjoy the unsettledness of your stomach.

For now your refuge was the kitchen as you hid amongst the bowls of snacks. Propping up your phone, you opened up your camera and hit record. Stepping back, you tried to check your outfit and make sure your hair was okay after fidgeting with it so much earlier. Moving back further to see more, you knock into not the wall but rather a person.

“Shit sorry!” Embarrassed, you turn quickly to both apologize and block your phone from their view. However, upon seeing who it is, all you can do is cover your face with your hands. I hate my life.

Warm hands reach out to land on your shoulders as if steadying you. Bringing your hands down, you peek to meet Mikey’s lopsided smile.

“You clumsy huh?” Teasingly narrowing his eyes at you, you can’t help but laugh.

“Usually no. You just always catch me at a bad time.” Moving to turn off your phone, he grabs a drink before leaning against the fridge opposite you.

“Why are you hiding in the kitchen? I saw Emma and them dancing out there.”

“Just wanted a snack. I forgot to eat earlier.”

“Couldn’t be me.” He lets out as he moves towards the cabinets next to you. Shuffling through he produces two packaged taiyaki. Handing one to you, he sets his stuff down before pulling himself onto the counter. Patting on it, he beckons you to follow, seating yourself a couple feet away from him.

“I left some of these here the other day. Shoved em in there so Benkei doesn’t toss em out. He’s cutting right now and against sweets.”

Opening yours, you take a bite and feel your stomach start to feel better. Alongside you, he tears into his. “They’re better fresh, but these aren’t too bad. Better than chips I think.”

“Thanks.” Chewing silently, you swing your feet listening to the music. You liked the song playing, but found more comfort sitting than dancing at the moment.

“I didn’t see you earlier. Did you end up just coming to the party?” He asks watching you eat. Pausing you wipe your mouth before answering.

“No. I was just hanging with Kazutora.” He nods at your answer and continues eating. Guess he was too busy with Senju to see me. Swallowing your bite, you take a sip from an unopened water bottle.

“Sorry I walked in. We’re you recording a video earlier?” He asks unabashedly with intrigue looking at your phone.

“Haha. No. I was just making sure I looked okay. I spilled a little drink on myself.” A little lie never hurt anyone. It was better than the truth which for some reason felt embarrassing. No, I’m making sure I look cute for a boy.

“So you are clumsy.” Smirking at you, you shake your head turning your eyes down suddenly fascinated by the tile floor. Chuckling at the lack of eye contact he takes another bite. The two of you sit in silence once again focusing on the cold fish pastry in hand, running your thumb against the ridges of its scales.

“Don’t worry.” Taking another bite, he finishes chewing and swallows. “You look good.”

At his words, you felt the natural color of your cheeks match the carefully selected blush Emma chose. Nibbling on the snack he had given you, you hoped to calm the fluttering of your unsettled stomach.

“Hey! I’ve been calling you like crazy, come on!”

You jump at the sight and sound of the youngest Sano as she ambushes you. Pulling you off the counter towards her, you feel the loss of Mikey’s warmth. Since when we’re the two of you sitting so close?

Emma’s face speaks before her, as she appears puzzled at the sight of her brother.

“Hey Mikey.”

Unbothered, he continues eating the treat in his hands, raising one at her in acknowledgement.

“(Name). He just got here. Let’s go.” Not giving you time to think, Emma grips your wrist tightly in her hand before tugging you along behind her. Allowing her to guide you, you look back as Mikey sends you a wave. Sympathetically, you smile at him until he’s out of sight before turning back to watch the skill at which Emma slices through the crowd.

“There they are.” Hina gestured towards the two of you, hugging you as you got closer. Acknowledging her boyfriend, you turned to a familiar face. It had been awhile since you had been around him, but he looked the same. His hair in a shaggy mullet and he was taller and broader.

Yet as you smiled up at him, a part of you felt that he resembled a shorter blonde friend of yours.

“Been awhile. How are you.” Takuya’s voice had gotten deeper as well from the last time you had talked to him. From what you remember he had graduated a year or two ago in something health related.

“I’m good. I’m good.” From the corner of your eye, you watched the smiles your friends exchanged before inching away from you two.

“Hey, we're gonna go dance. Have fun you two!” Pushing her confused boyfriend along, Hina gave you a thumbs up as the girls followed their lead. Embarassed at their straightdorward approach, you couldn’t help but cover your face with your hands as Takuya laughed.

“Let’s grab a drink.” Gesturing towards the home bar, he walked alongside you before finding your hand to lead you through the stumbling drunks.

“What do you drink?” He asked as he sifted through the cans in the cooler.

“Anything. Oooo grab me something tasty.”

“You liked mixed drinks?” He asked shaking the water off his cold hand.

“Yeah.”

“Here, lemme make you something.”

At your curious eyes, he smiled pulling out a stool for you to sit. You take his hand as he helps you sit before moving to stand behind the counter. Grabbing a rag, he pretended to polish a clean cup before acknowledging you. “Whatchu drinkin?”

Smiling, you shook your head at him before playing along. Resting your chin on your hands, you watched him huff at the cup before shining it.

“What can you make?”

“For you? Anything.” Leaning towards you he smirks causing you to playfully roll your eyes. He’s so cheesy.

“Make me something a little sour that’s a little low sugar. I dont want a nasty hangover tomorrow.”

“Coming right up.” Turning to the bottles behind him, you watched as he began grabbing bottles. Filling two cups with ice, he set them to the side before pulling a bottle of soda from the presumed minifridge below the bar.

“You still in school?” He asks as he pours liquor into a silver shaker.

“Yeah. I'm almost done. This is my last year. Im studying english to become a teacher.”

“I see it. You give me teacher.”

“How?” Sitting up straighter, you watch as he laughs at ur surprise.

“I remember when we were younger you were always getting after the guys. Total teacher in the making”

“Honestly someone had to.” Shaking your head at him, you recall how reckless everyone was. Still newer to Shuji’s friends, you weren’t used to all the fighting and racing. So you always felt the need to be the voice of reason so at least someone had some. You cringed at every punch and kick, and couldn't help but scold them with every injury they had you clean.

“What about you, what are you doing now?” Watching him pour the finished drink evenly into the two glasses of ice.

Placing two straws in the drinks, he slid one over to you. “I’m a pharmacist.”

“Woah. A professional drug dealer.” You let out as you try your drink. Yum! It was tart, not overly sweet, and lemony.

He laughs before taking a swig of his own. “Yep. Fully certified. I graduated just last year. How’s your drink?”

Taking another sip you nod enthusiastically at him, as he watches you drink. “It’s really good! Why are you so good at making drinks?”

“I used to bartend to help pay off school. Comes in handy when I need to show off.”

His words make you feel giddy, and you can’t help but giggle at his forwardness as you both take another sip. This was really nice. He was really nice. As nervous as you were, you would do it over again.

“We should do this again.” He starts fidgeting with the cup in his hand as his posture becomes a little stiff. Cheers and laughter from the kitchen break the facade that it isn’t private bar rather a rowdy party. “Maybe just us next time.”

“I’d like that.” At your reply his shoulders relax, while his hand fishes out his phone from his pocket.

“I’ll call you to see when your free.” Entering in your number, you hand back his phone. Walking over to your side he offers you his hand. Taking it, you stand with him abandoning the empty cups.

“Come on. Let’s go find our friends.”

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Authors Note: hehehe. Had to get this out. Dwelled a bit on this but I like it I guess. Woahhh she knows she knows. N can’t help it I like Takuya man. Watched Buffalo 66 and just further cements how iconic Christina Ricci is. Thanks for reading.

[jelliikiss]

Growing Pains Ch. 13

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist - Growing Pains Masterlist

- (Hanma X Reader X Mikey)

Summary: An unlikely friendship with troubled Hanma Shuji, introduces you a world you never knew. As you navigate the challenges in front of you, you're forced to confront the things you previously knew to be true. Intergang friendships weren't wrong, however your sudden friendship with Mikey Sano seemed to contest that idea. Unexpected cliches plague you in the best way as you deal with what it means to be an adult.

Warnings: Profanity, Drinking, mention of substance use

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It has been a week since your movie night almost turned into a TMZ fight special, and two weeks since your friends promised to find you the match of your life. The timeline for this wouldn’t be something you’d press on usually, however, tonight was the night you’d meet your blind date and be in a room with both Hanma and Mikey since their standoff. Safe to say, you were a little worried for what the night held in store. This wasn’t some attempt at dramatics. You weren’t going to swoon over a heated argument or some tension like a cheesy historical romance. Rather, you just wanted to keep whatever semblance of peace there was between the gangs.

Toman and Tenjiku had history. Izana led Tenjiku initially to oppose his adoptive brother Mikey. Like minded people who had prior issues with Mikey or Toman followed him when they were younger. Like Hanma who hated Mikey for his cockiness, Kazutora who had been angry at Mikey and simultaneously ashamed of his unintentional assault on their older brother. And Kisaki who let jealousy and obsession guide his actions.Thankfully, no real conflict occurred when younger, as Shinchiro made sure to keep a watchful eye on his siblings. It was likely this intervention that allowed children to stay children.

Older, wiser, and with some members now medicated, the Tenjiku today was a family, even if they loved to argue all the time. What started off as a band of people with similar sentiments and no other place to go, had changed. Still, nothing could repair the relationship between Shinchiro’s younger brothers. Izana’s jealousy and Mikey’s indifference sealed their fate.

The gangs were rivals but relatively friendly as seen between Kazutora with Baji and Chifuyu, but other members still held resentment for one another. They had their reasons, even if after all these years you thought it silly at times. But their issues weren’t your issues. Afterall, if you were to avoid everyone Hanma disliked, you’d only be able to talk to a handful of people. Boys were dramatic and you were not going to let some middle school beef guide your life forever.

Stretching over Emma’s bed, you watched as she and Yuzuha went through her closet. Hina was having dinner with her boyfriend tonight, leaving the three of you to get ready together. It was nice getting ready with them for a change. Tonight was a special night for not only you but them. The girls had spent the past two weeks putting every brain cell they had together towards the search for a perfect guy for you. At the moment, their work was still not done as they were crafting the perfect look for you tonight.

“Heels are a must tonight!” Placing three different pairs on the bed, Yuzuha moved back to the closet to help look for a top. The shoes were a reasonable height thankfully and very cute. Having had the same two pairs of heels since high school, their dedication to styling made you realize just how much you needed to update your wardrobe. Clothes shopping at times was overwhelming with how many styles, trends, and options the stores floated in and out. You would buy something you liked and wear it to death, which had you looking like a picture each week. It took them letting you know that the going out crewneck you loved also happened to be your favorite work top.

Unfortunately, it was that bad.

“You’re so lucky you have us.” Emma gushed as she and Yuzuha set out three different outfits for you. Gesturing for you to get up and try them on, you grabbed the clothes that went with the shoes. Heading into the bathroom for dramatic effect, you waltzed out in a short bodycon tube dress which made you afraid to breathe. Sensing your apprehension, the next outfit was shoved into your hands as you were ushered back into the bathroom. Quickly changing, you walked back out in a more street style outfit. Granted, you looked cool and casual. However, it still was not right for them, leaving you with the final outfit choice. It was not incredibly sexy nor laid back and cool. Walking out, you felt cute which upon their approving nods as they dabbed each other up, was the look.

“ I told you! A short skirt and a longer loose top eats every time!” Yuzuha boasted as you checked yourself out in the mirror. The new heels dressed up the outfit elevating it in such an easy way you felt behind for not allowing yourself more shopping trips. It was not a revolutionary outfit or anything. But the way it made you feel and hold yourself, had you looking like a new woman.

“This is cute you guys.” Modeling it with your purse, you couldn’t help but smile as the girls were positively geeked.

“Kk. We’ll help make sure your hair and makeup are cute!” As Emma dragged you into the chair in front of her vanity, Yuzuha plugged in the curling iron. Giving them free reign of your scalp and makeup bag, the two took their time painting your face and framing it. Midway through their getting ready playlist, they stepped back to take in their masterpiece. And as you looked into the mirror, you felt pretty.

Once again no crazy transformation was at play as the face you saw was still very much yours. Yet, the person who looked back at you felt more free. Less scared, less insecure of themselves. As they gushed over you, you wanted to feel this way more often. As a writer, you were already hypercritical of yourself. I mean it was hard not to be as it required self reflection and you to be your biggest critic. This harsh criticism of yourself was not only bound to your work but of your general self. It was why sometimes even when you got ready, you still felt dull. Your features unproportional, your hair too unflattering, your voice not attractive, your personality leaving people wanting more. It was infuriating for you to just be, when if left to your own devices too long you could find a way to make you want to curl up into yourself.

It was a work in progress though you constantly reassured yourself. Your friends were nothing but a fountain of positivity for you which helped counter your negativity. It was difficult at times, but as you admired yourself in the mirror the only thing you felt was pretty.

What was even better was you believed it too.

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“Ken where is the meet at?”

Sitting beside Yuzuha, as Emma prodded her personal chauffeur, you hummed along to the song playing in the car. Now ready, the four of you were headed out to join the rest of the guys. Your date wouldn’t be meeting you until the after party, allowing you to relax a bit before. Flip flopping between being excited and nervous, you were glad alcohol existed. A bad coping mechanism, but a fun one in moderation.

“We’re going to some old abandoned circuit near Ebisu. They guys just sent the location this morning.” Taking a swig of Emma’s pastel pink water bottle, he paused before continuing. “I’m not sure where the after is tonight though. Likely the old geezers are throwing.”

Racing was about as legal as pot in Japan. Younger you had once promised to live a life free of such temptations scratching off such indulgences as unthinkable. If something was against the rules and law, you found no good reason to break it. Seeing the world as black and white, it was easy for you to be a goody two shoes. Growing older showed you it was more complicated than that and let you learn that living that way was draining. People aren't perfect and everyday they do things that aren’t good for them. Smoking, drinking, gambling, fighting; are things you had thought idiotic. Even if you now didn’t agree completely all the time, there were reasons for everything.

So while you initially criticized Shuji early on as you learned more about each other and his gang, you understood more now. Unrightfully so, you thought yourself better than others until forced to examine your own faults. Quick to criticize others and yourself, setting people who didn’t deserve it up on pedestals, and a previously unchecked superiority. To live such a strict life, was to condemn oneself for failure.

So you allowed yourself to experience it all. It was hard not too, especially as a college student figuring life out. The thrill of it all was just so intoxicating. Even as you clutched the seats and your heart every time you sped through the streets, you loved it.

The sounds of loud music and revving engines, broke your thoughts as turned your attention to the lines of cars. Rolling down his windows as the rowdy guys of Toman hollered at Draken, you couldn’t help but look for Mikey. Hopping out the car, you smiled and waved to the guys as you scanned the lineup for Mikey’s Cherry Black car.

“Damn Senju is laying it on thick.” Emma’s comment broke your neck as you tried to find the familiar pink bob. While not exactly friends with her, you knew the girl and were friendly with her when drunk at parties which is when you usually saw her. Emma chuckled a bit, meeting your eyes, and gestured to her right. Two cars down from you, leaning against a cherry black car was Senju in a beautiful dark red minidress. In her grasp, she clutched a dark Toman jacket pulling the person down to whisper into his ear.

“I thought she was dating some boxer.” Draken let out confused at the sight of the two. Wrapping his arm around Emma’s waist, she melted into his side as they watched the pair with you.

“Guess not.” You let out as you watched them together. Their familiarity was evident from how easy their movements seemed. Her eagerness to feel his warmth and attention left little space between the two. Such a close distance would have you flushed but instead Senju welcomed it. With part of his jacket in her hand, she smiled up at him, inching ever so slightly forward as if hanging on his every word.

Never before had you deliberately watched Emma’s brother flirt before but the way he held himself let you know he wasn’t a novice. Nonchalantly, he stood between her legs with his full attention on her. Allowing her to tug at him, his lips curled up as he leaned into her, likely enveloping her in his nice cologne. For a second, you felt a slight envy of the intimacy that came to them so easily.

Pulling yourself away from them, you noticed that the others had already moved on. Half-listening to the conversation, you move to text Hanma on your phone. The two of you had last texted earlier in the day with him stating that he would see you at the meet hours ago. Despite the assumption that he’d be glued to you due to the mishap that happened weeks ago, he was nowhere to be seen. It was nice not having a hovering mother for the night, but it got you thinking. Just what has him so occupied?

Having found Pah-chin and Peh-yan’s girlfriends, the three of you hung out with them as you watched the guys inspect the two’s new wraps. Hina and Takemichi arrived shortly after joining you. In charge of the races tonight was Wakasa Imaushi, who alongside his friend and business partner Benkei were hosting at their new place. Business was apparently good at the gym, as the two had just bought a new home and were eager for a housewarming party.

And it was at this house party, you would meet your blind date for the night. From tidbits the girls had revealed to you, Yumi, and Yasuda, he was one of Takemichi’s friends. Newly graduated, he was working and living in Tokyo. While not as involved in the racing scene like his other friends, he still liked to join and watch alongside the other Toman guys.

If you weren’t nervous before, you certainly were now. Seeing a Toman guy meant that if anything went wrong, you would still see them and even hang out with them. Thankfully, work kept him a little busier, making him one of the best options in case something went horribly wrong which Yumi assured you wouldn’t happen. Already wanting to nibble at your nails, you were glad Yasuda had silenced any attempts of a joke from Peh-yan.

As time ticked closer and closer to your date, your nerves worsened. You needed a break from all the date talk and a walk.

“Hey, I’ll be back. Imma go see if I can find Shuji or Kazutora.” Waving the girls off, you looked for a group of loud guys and or their flashy cars. Thankfully, Izana’s cherry red car acted like a homing device lighting your way home. Thankfully, finding them was easy as they were only 2 rows away. Hanma hadn’t responded back, likely having left his phone on his seat, leaving you to search on foot.

As you came closer, the guys came into view. Smiling and waving, as you inched closer, you were taken aback by Hanma’s car. The midnight blue car was the same,rather it was the new addition that took you by surprise. Seated against his car was a familiar blonde. Matching him in all black, she was perched next to him held close by the arm slung around her shoulder and the familiar jacket swaddling her.

“Hiii.” You let out darting your eyes between her and Hanma with a smile growing on your face. Rolling his eyes with a slight pink tinge, he turned to face you.

“Hey. This is Kami, remember?”

Upon hearing her introduction, the friendly blonde waved her hand excitedly at you rattling the stacks of bracelets on her wrist. Hmmm I thought he said her name was Kara.

“Nice to see you again.” You said waving back at her. “I like your dress.” You compliment earning, if possible, an even bigger smile.

“Thanks! You look so cute! Nice seeing you again (Name).”

Smiling back at her, you can’t help but be amazed at how fast and private Hanma went about this. Hanging out here and then, work and projects had the two of you a little busier. In this time, you had gotten a literature analysis essay done and your journalism project started and near completion,while he found the time to properly court and snag a girlfriend. Half expecting him to not follow through on the dating thing, seeing her here with him happy was a nice surprise. As much as he rolled his eyes, you could tell from the rosy dusting of his cheeks and the protective hold on her, that he liked it.

“You guys look cute together. I’m glad you gave the sourpuss a chance.” Laughing at your snide remark, earned Kazutora an elbow and you a glare. Giving the couple some space, you moved over to talk to Kazutora.

“Did you know about this?” You questioned in a hushed voice.

“No, I thought you would. He told me yesterday. Aren’t you the one that set them up or something?” Equally surprised, he watches the couple alongside you.

“No. I told him to give it a shot with her, but I had no idea he actually did.”

“Apparently, they’ve been seeing each other since the last meet.” Handing you a drink, the two of you drank as you sat waiting for the races to start.

Playing with the tab of your beer, you jump up a little as two heavy arms land on your shoulders. Ran ruffles your hair causing you to groan as Rindou takes the liberty to steal a sip from your drink.

“You gonna get lost again tonight?” Ran jests as you shove his hand off your head.

“Har, har. You're hilarious.” Giving him a quick side hug, you repeat the motion to the beef thief on your right.

Together the four of you continue to gossip about the whipped guy too occupied to care about your stares. Now joined by Izana and what appeared to be Kami’s friend, the couples sat oblivious to the conference a couple cars over. To see someone who was so averse to a relationship suddenly become a model boyfriend was a sight to see. His mannerisms and touches evolved from lust driven to a sentiment never seen before.

Tender.

A sudden body plastered itself next to you, as they cracked open a drink. Throwing their head back, they downed the yeasty beer, wiping the foam from their mouth.

“Don’t worry babe.” Shion patted your shoulder with his free arm as he held his can. Resting his hand on you, he turned to look at you with a toying smile. “At least I didn’t forget about you.”

Rolling your eyes you turned to face him, holding his face in your hand to meet your eyes. With his lips slightly pursed and alarmed eyes scanning your face, leaning forward you kept a straight face as he attempted to still his breath. Leaning closer, you turned to his ear feeling the heat come off his cheeks.

“Your breath stinks.”

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Authors Note: She'sss backkkkk. Quick hiatus but back with a longer ch. Im trying to fit more in with less words so this isnt crazy long. Bear with me remember tho. Its my first long fic which is incredibly visible.

[jelliikiss]

Growing Pains CH. 12

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist - Growing Pains Masterlist

- (Hanma x Reader x Mikey)

Summary: An unlikely friendship with troubled Hanma Shuji, introduces you to a world you never knew. As you navigate the challenges in front of you, you're forced to confront the things you previoudly knew to be true. Intergang friendships weren't wrong, however your sudden friendship with Mikey Sano seemed to contest that idea. Unexpected cliches plague you in the best way as you deal with what it means to be an adult.

Warnings: Profanity, Drinking, Drug use

Previous Ch. /// Next Ch.

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Dating was a lot of work. It’s why he preferred to have “friends” over girlfriends. Hanma enjoyed hooking up with girls, making out with them, and not having to worry over making sure he remembered an anniversary. Gone was the young brash boy who couldn’t talk to girls rather, his issue now was finding the energy to keep one. Flirting was easy and the physical stuff he could get done no problem. It was the rules that fucked with his head.

Don’t call too much that’s an ick, but make sure you’re not leaving her in the dark. Pay for dates, but make sure they're nice and expensive or you don’t care enough. Flowers are nice but only if they are expensive and big bouquets. Don’t even breathe next to another girl or like any of their stuff online. Female friends were out of the question, but trust their male ones.

He’ll admit that his biases stem from trauma with too many baddies to count. Everytime you or one of his coupled up friends tried to set him straight, he let it go in one ear and out the other. It wasn’t that he thought you guys were wrong, just that he knew what he was getting into.

Hanma was as they would say for the streets. Girls knew him and he knew their friends. Messed with a couple of them too. He liked girls with bite. Girls who got all dressed up with their long decorated nails, shiny jewelry stacks, and perfectly crafted makeup. Their tight low cut tops with skirts and shorts missing the hem. Girls that flocked to the gangs, parties, and nice cars.

So he would flirt, kiss, sleep with them, and let it die. Sometimes by choice if he found them too much or had his eyes on someone else. Other times, because they found someone they’d rather spend their time with like Mikey. Guys that had the better job, more money, and the “cooler” car. This did nothing good for his already negative view on Mikey, and messed with his hookup pool.

Either way Hanma didn’t date. When younger, he had crushes but that is all they were. He liked to say he graciously preferred to leave himself open for all women. Or that he didn’t date because he had been burnt so many times, he didn't want to add to his scars.

What he wouldn’t say, was that he couldn’t let someone that close to him. It was unthinkable. Dating would mean all feelings, the good and bad. Secrets would no longer be secrets to a partner, and it could give them room to turn them on you. He was flawed and would rather not have an angry girlfriend use his lack of a father against him. He’d rather not give someone room to criticize his attachment to his mom and neighbor. Give ammunition to someone who could turn his regrets, fears, and insecurities into weapons against him. So instead, he strayed from those who dared complicate things with commitment. Those who would ruin a good thing with feelings that he would not let himself have.

It was just easier this way for him. Besides, he was never lonely. He had his friends, his mom, and you. He thought he was fulfilled, receiving love from friends and family, and pleasure from his hookups.

But secretly, he wanted what the couples in those cheesy rom coms you made him watch have. He wanted that loyalty, that adoration. He wanted someone who thought of him and would miss him. Who’d comfort him on a rough day and just hold him. These desires he would take to his grave. He didn’t need any assholes mocking him for being mushy. He had a hard enough time himself dealing with his dirty laundry.

When you brought up dating him, he was taken aback. The two of you have been friends forever. Maybe he had more than friendly feelings for you out of proximity when young, but that’s all that was. You likely had them as well. Afterall, with wacky hormones and a sudden interest in the other sex, it was practically second nature to feel some type of way about friends right?

Dating you was something he honestly couldn’t imagine. One, because he never truly had a girlfriend before and two, because you were more than a girl he would crush on. You were one of his best friends. He could never fathom treating you the way he treated his “friends.”

Kami was one of these friends who treated Hanma the same way he treated her. The two were hooking up with one another at parties or late at night when sleeping beside someone was tempting. However, overtime, it changed and she changed. Kami was often texting about things other than fucking. She started prying about his life, how his day was, and what spots he liked to eat. She looked for him at parties and meets. She’d place herself at his side, and he’d let her stay there. Kami was beautiful and fun. And as you said, she was so clearly into him.

Shooting her a random text to grab a bite, turned into a date. Another night, she invited him out to the bar and he showed up. She introduced him to her friends, and he would rest his hand on the small of her back around his guys. With the way she pouted her soft full lips and batted her dark lashes, he couldn’t help but ask her out. It felt all so fast, even though the two had been hooking up for a little over two months. Soon she was sleeping over and making breakfast in just his t-shirts. Hell, he was picking her up and driving her to the meet tonight since they first went official.

It was nice to be a boyfriend, but still strange. He liked her, he really did. He just wasn’t sure if it was what a boyfriend was supposed to feel. When Kazutora finally worn him down about their sudden attachment, he asked him only to receive the input that “relationships take time.” How long? How long would it be until he wouldn’t question his feelings as a partner?

It was stupid but he was too embarrassed to ask you about it sober. To talk about such intimate things, the two of you always had a bottle with you and shied away from further discussion when sober. Maybe when Kami goes out with her friends, he’d invite you over to get drunk. But was that even something he was allowed to do? Boyfriend/girlfriend protocol was still tripping him up, but he had an idea that it probably wouldn’t be the best idea. Not that anything would ever happen, just that it didn’t seem appropriate from previous romances and gossip he got from you. He was trying to be a good boyfriend and give you space, to allow Kami to easily fit in without issue. Boyfriends take their girlfriends to car meets with them. They don’t drag their female friends along with them. Easy as that.

As he shot a text on when she’d be ready, he lounged on his couch fiddling with the Polaroid camera that he left on the coffee table. Either way, he was sure you wouldn’t miss him sprawled out on your bed hurrying you up. Emma and your friends always blew your phone up asking for your ETA and had begged you to get ready with them at theirs. Hanma felt bad keeping you from them but you insisted that he was also your friend and that you liked going with him.

Messing with the camera, he turned it on and glanced around the apartment through the lens. It was a silly little camera, but it was fun to have. It reminded him of the ones he got his mother to buy him from the market that blew bubbles. As he looked around for something to shoot, a familiar bell rang.

“Psss. Psss. MoMo mere. Che che che. Com’ere.” Coaxing the creamy white cat over, she watched the device in his hands curiously before perching herself on his lap. Woah just like her dad Hanma thought as the pearly diva sat posed clearly enjoying and feeding off the attention.

*click*

Not disturbed at all by the flash and sound of the shot, she flicked her tail playful around his wrist, before pawing at the camera. As he waited for the photo to develop, he scratched her head. Kazutora had left earlier to help clean up shop before the meet tonight, leaving the place to him and MoMo.

“Nice right?” He asked holding out the photo to the cat curled up on his lap. Meowing, maybe in agreement, she chirped before jumping on him in favor of the cat ledge mounted to the wall. Upon hearing the ping of his phone, Hanma discarded the Polaroid onto the table as he opened his phone to read the message.

Kami: Ready now! Lemme know when ur here Shuj <3

Shutting his phone off, Hanma grabbed his jacket and bid farewell to the tired cat above him. It felt different not having you with him, lonely even. But if the two of you were to grow up, it was necessary. You weren’t dead or anything, and he wouldn’t be alone for long.

Pulling up to Kami’s, he got out as she ran out her door. Throwing herself at him, Hanma lifted her up, spinning her as she giggled. She was certainly a sight for sore eyes. Wanting to match him, she had called earlier asking for his outfit details. She was his picture perfect Morticia in her short black dress and matching heels. Leaning up to kiss him, he kept her snug against him as she pulled away to look at him and hold his cheek.

“Hey baby.” She cooed, wiping her fruity lipgloss off his lower lip. Smiling at her, he kept an arm around her as he opened the door for her. Letting her slide in, he shut the door before making his way to his side. Allowing her to mess with his music, the two talked about their days, as he kept his hand massaging her thigh.

“Can I wear your jacket Shuj. I’m a little cold right now.” Holding his Tenjiku jacket he had left on the seat, she flattened it on her lap allowing her fingers to graze the embroidery. He had not put it on, waiting to see if instead she would want to wear it. It was also chilly and he knew she wouldn’t be wearing one.

“Course.” He smiled as she excitedly kissed his cheek before sliding it on.

As he drove to the old race track, he felt content. He was on his way to race and see his friends with his girl by his side. What’s more is he couldn’t wait to see the look on the guy's faces. Kami was beyond gorgeous and she was all about Hanma Shuji.

Maybe he wasn’t exactly in love with her, but who determined exactly what that was supposed to feel like. Kami made him feel good and he hoped he did the same for her. Grasping her hand and bringing to his lips, he kissed the soft skin of the back of her hand. Keeping their fingers intertwined as he drove, all he knew was that it felt right.

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Authors Note:

Woah we find out her real name. Lol y’all I’m unemployed for the summer at the moment so hopefully I can work more on my fics. I’ve got drafts on drafts on drafts but no solid chapters. I’ve been putting off sutures but I need to get going on it. I’m excited tho. Hoe has been in the making for months. Hopefully it’s good tho.😩😩😩

[jelliikiss]

dramatically falls on my knees while waiting this week's chapter of growing pains

(half joking, obviously take your time I just love the series <3)

Hehehe thanks for all ur love n support. She's up 😼😼😼

[jelliikiss]

Growing Pains CH. 11

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist - Growing Pains Masterlist

- (Hanma x Reader x Mikey)

Summary: An unlikely friendship with troubled Hanma Shuji, introduces you to a world you never knew. As you navigate the challenges in front of you, you're forced to confront the things you previoudly knew to be true. Intergang friendships weren't wrong, however your sudden friendship with Mikey Sano seemed to contest that idea. Unexpected cliches plague you in the best way as you deal with what it means to be an adult.

Warnings: Profanity, Drinking

Previous Ch. /// Next Ch.

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Your fingers moved across your keyboard clicking away at the letters, forming the thoughts you couldn’t leave unsaid. The essay needed for your group mock publication was due soon, so you and Hina locked yourselves away in the university library for the day.

Taking frequent breaks for phone breaks, snacks, and complaints about pesky classmates, the two of you cut through your work eager to get enough done to head out. Pausing to reread what you had written, you allowed your study playlist to relax you. As you scrolled down your doc, a chime coming from your headphones gave you more than enough reason to take a break. The notification beaming from your lock screen was a pleasant surprise, moving your fingers you unlocked your phone to respond.

(Mikey): Hey

(Name): Hi

(Mikey); sorry about the other night

Staring at the message on your phone, you drowned out the music playing on your headphones. Having last texted Mikey two days before the run in with him and his friends, you were a little nervous to message him after it. Overthinking if you should text him or not, you decided to wait for him to write first which took a couple days. Assuming he probably thought it too troublesome to continue a friendship with you, you tried to pretend you didn’t care. Which was obviously a ruse easily visible from the upward curl of the sides of your lips. Looking across, Hina worked diligently on her essay ignorant to the smile on your face. Reeling yourself in a bit, you pulled yourself together to avoid any questioning from your perceptive friend.

(Name): Hey it’s like I said, it’s okay. He apologized too and nothing bad happened so we are all good!

(Mikey): You sure?

(Name): Lol it’s all good.

(Mikey): I guess I trust you.

Just don't lie and beat me up or something.

(Name): Haha whatever. I don’t think I could. I’ve never been in a fight before.

(Mikey): Really?🤣

(Name): Yes really🙏

“Hey Imma head out. Michy is taking me out for lunch.”

Tossing your phone out of surprise, you watch Hina hand it to you laughing.

“Lol, you startle easily. Don’t give yourself a heart attack okay?” Hina muses, shaking her head.

With a watered down iced coffee in hand, she waves goodbye as she makes her way out of the library. While you wanted nothing more to relax in bed at home, you pushed the temptations and sly promises of ‘I can just finish this at home’ from your head.

You promised to finish at least the draft in the library and you were close. Scrolling through your doc, you reread a few highlighted portions to see what you needed to fix. As you fixed some spelling errors, your phone chimed again.

(Mikey): Wyd

(Name): Im doing hw in the library. Wby

(Mikey): Im taking a break from working on a car right now.

(Name): Cool. How’s that going?

(Mikey): Not bad. Just an oil change, general maintenance inspection, and tire rotation.

(Name): Hearing all that reminds me that I gotta take mine into the shop.

(Mikey): You got a car?

(Name): Yea, I just don't drive it much. I enjoy walking and public transit too much.

As you hold your phone waiting for his message, you go to shuffle your music. Fate has other ideas however as your phone slips through your hands causing you to almost drop it on the hard library carpet. You're happy with your save until you hear the sound of ringing from the headphones on your neck. Your heart drops as you glance at the ticking bomb in your hands. Calling Mikey was sprawled over your screen. Before you could end the call, you hear a husky voice pick up on the other end.

“Hi.”

Fuck.

“Hi, sorry. I didn’t mean to call you.”

“Ouch.”

“Oh my gosh, you know what I mean.” Your cheeks redden as you roll your eyes through the phone.

“Ha Ha. I know. It’s good though. Works better for me right now than texting. Boss said I gotta get back to work.”

“Oh okay.” You sat with headphones on listening to the sound of him clanging tools. You’ve texted before but never called him. It was weird but nice. You were a little worried though. You hoped you were not directly breathing into the phone.

“What are you working on for homework?”

“Just a paper for a journalism course.”

“Paper on what ?”

“Oh. Um, it's a paper on the importance of self-education. Just on how, we can’t expect everything to be spoon fed to us. We have to find stuff out ourselves as well. ”

“Sounds smart.”

“Thanks. I'm almost done, I was just taking a break.” scrolling down to the last couple of paragraphs you worked on, you bit your lip. Seeing a section that was disrupting your predetermined outline, you dragged it where it could fit. You really needed to organize the essay better.

Through the phone, you could hear grunts and the sliding of wheels.

“Would you let me read it?”

“Wat.”

“Read it. Would you let me read it?”

His random question took you back from both how different it was and how shy it made you feel. You barely liked reading your own writing and had just gotten used to getting peer reviewed.

“Ew. Your kidding. Right.”

“No lemme read it. I wanna know.”

“What how bad a writer I am?”

“You’re funny. Lemme read it for real.”

Why would he even want to read my paper? No one before had asked to read your paper outside of a school context. It wasnt that you werent a good writer or anything. You earned high marks thanks to all your caffiene fueled writing sessions. It was just that it was so foreign for someone outside of school to care enough to read some random paper for a random course.

“I don't know. I’m not sure it’s any good and I’m not done with it.”

A pause of the other line was filled with the sound of tools and background music playing in the car shop.

“Look, I dont read much so even if it was bad, I wouldn't know. When ur done lemme read it for real.”

“Come on.”

Fighting with the pencil of your tablet filled with notes, you attempted to resist his pleading, which was unexpectedly hard.

“Alright. Maybe.” Laughing at his silly proclamations of thanks through the phone, you shook your head. Reigning himself in to continue his work, he chuckled.

“You going to the meet tomorrow?”

“Yes actually. Draken is picking me and Emma up.”

“I’ll see you there then and at the after party right?”

He pauses on the phone awaiting your confirmation. It’s stupid but you feel a little excited at your new friendship. Mikey was someone you previously wouldn’t have tried to befriend, and likely vice versa. But as you exchanged messages, you were glad that he seemed to want to talk to you as much as you did to him.

“Yes.”

“Cool. I gotta go n bill this guy. I’ll see you there. Don’t be a stranger then.”

“Never. Bye” Jeez. Was that trying too hard to be cool. Ugh whatever. I think I’m done for the day. Clearly I’ve fried my brain.

Saving your work, you shut off your computer and placed it alongside your other belongings inside your bag. Even though you weren’t done, you had made good progress and were ready to feel the freshly washed comforter under you. Besides, you had a busy day awaiting you tomorrow. After having breakfast with your mom, you were supposed to head over in the afternoon to Emma’s to get ready for the night. Usually heading to the meets with Hanma, he rain checked this time allowing you to accept Emma’s invite. It was different but not an unwelcome change of pace as you had not gotten to get ready at her place for a bit.

Emma was excited as well as she wanted to try to style you for the night, as the first step of you putting yourself back out on the dating scene. Your mother would be so proud, you thought as you made your way to the train station.

The light blue in the sky was slowly being overtaken by the light pinks and oranges of the setting sun. While there was a slight chill, it’s prickling on your skin was cooling and refreshing. It was nice. Your life was nice and you felt good. Graduation and post grad uncertainty loomed over you being about a year out. While intimidating, you didn’t find it as much of a worry. At the moment, life was beautiful, your friends were everything, and you and your mother had a date tomorrow. Everything felt just right.

Maybe the colors of the sunset got into your head, or you were in reality unknowingly, experiencing a mental break. Either way, you didn’t care. All that mattered to you as you sat on the train was that you were excited about what tomorrow would bring.

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Authors Note: hey yall sorry for the delay. I had a surprisingly busy day yesterday with family over all day. It was nice but a lil hectice 🤣. Hope you enjoy the chapter. Now we moving more.

[jelliikiss]

Drunk Thoughts

Lol here with my guys lowkey my queen was 3 hrs late I got sober. Lol had a great time tho n i love my friends. Thank u for supporting me and gicing so much love. My heart is so full I don't know what to do with myself ♡

Lol . Un beso por mis putas♡♡♡♡♡♡

[jelliikiss]

Growing Pains CH. 10

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist - Growing Pains Masterlist

- (Hanma x Reader x Mikey)

Summary: An unlikely friendship with troubled Hanma Shuji, introduces you to a world you never knew. As you navigate the challenges in front of you, you're forced to confront the things you previoudly knew to be true. Intergang friendships weren't wrong, however your sudden friendship with Mikey Sano seemed to contest that idea. Unexpected cliches plague you in the best way as you deal with what it means to be an adult.

Warnings: Profanity, Drinking, Drug use

Previous Ch. /// Next Ch.

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Knock. Knock.” You call as you knock on Hanma’s apartment door before letting yourself inside. The place he shared with Kazutora was surprisingly neat, and well decorated. Photos of them and the guys plastered the walls and their fridge. Their mutual love of black made their interior design both sleek and consistent throughout the place. It was relatively clean usually save for dishes, and the kitty toys that decorated their floor. Kazutora could thank Hanma’s mother for teaching him how to properly clean. Plopping your purse on the couch, you called out again waiting for a response.

“Helllo?”

So far, it seemed you were the only life form in the room. After a couple PssPss’s, you found their cat MoMo was also gone, likely with his father Kazutora. Walking towards their rooms, you heard the sound of running water from their shared bathroom. Before you can make your way back to the living room, the door swings open right into your face.

“Lol shit sorry. You good?”

Holding your face, with teary eyes you spot a snickering Hanma from his steamy bathroom.

“Bruh. I told you guys. Fix your door. Why does it open wrong!” Your face burns as you wipe the stray tears from your cheeks. Leaning against the door frame, he grins watching you hold your nose.

“I didn’t put the door up. Ya know, if ain’t broke don’t fix it.” He reasons, laughing at your temporary misery. “You think you’d get used to it. We’ve lived here for a while now.”

Having moved in together right after graduation, you’ve complained about their bathroom door since they first time they showed you their place. Opening opposite from what you were used to, it was one of your pet peeves with the place. To them it was whatever, and easier to live with than shelling out time and money to fix it to your standards.

“Ugh whatever.” Fanning your face, you realize the water in the bathroom is still running. Looking back at him, you notice his hair is wet and dripping. A towel wraps low on his hips, baring his upper body to you. You can’t help but dart your eyes around his chest. He wasn’t incredibly ripped, but one could tell he definately worked out. He was also very broad, which was none of your business. Feeling embarrassed, you feel a little hot causing you to turn away from him.

“I’ll be waiting on the couch.” Ignoring his stupid smug face, you move towards the living room. He shuts the door, as you take a seat to wait for him. Maybe you really did need to start dating again. Because one look at him, had you feeling some type of way. Likely the steam got to your head, making you a little hot in your sweatshirt and shorts. You were by no means into him, just honest that you could say he was attractive. Being out of the game had you not used to seeing guys or thinking of them in that way. Laying down, you busied yourself with answering back dms from friends and scrolling until the click of the door followed by foot steps made you sit up.

“Hey, I’m ready.” Looking up, he was dressed similarly to your for your movie night. Following him out the door, the two of you walked to grab some snacks.

“How’s your head?” He teased you, causing you to click your tongue.

“Fine. Next time try not to slam the door in my face and it would be better.” You challenged, earning a chortle from him.

“Why the fuck were you pressed against the door. You know how it opens. Unless…” pausing, he narrows his eyes accusingly at you. “You were peeping.”

“Whatever.” Shoving him aside, you continue your walk. Throwing his arm around your neck, he coos at you.

“Didn’t know you were such a perve.”

“Shut up.” You groan with a pink tinge mimicking the neon liquor store sign ahead of you. Shoving his heavy arm off you, the two of you continue your walk.

“Where’s Kazutora?”

“Went to go do some last minute work stuff with the guys. Took the cat so he could chill with Peke.”

While they liked to appear hard and tough on the outside. Kazutora, Baji, and Chifuyu were huge softies for animals. So much so that the three of them ran a pet store nearby together. Half-tempted to ask to go see the kitties and animals in the store, you rain checked for another time. You knew going meant Hanma would bitch and likely the two of you would just be in the way. Besides, the two of you were planning to begin a marathon to get ready for the new release in theaters.

Stopping in the liquor store, you each picked out some drinks for the night. Walking out, you made your way to the bustling corner store. Walking in, you grabbed some candies, chips, and popcorn.

“You want a smoothie.” He asked, pulling out two juices from the fridge.

“Yes mam.” Grabbing two mango cups, he set them in the machines, setting them to blend thick. Waiting for them to finish, you looked around the busy store. Looks like everyone’s grabbing snacks tonight, you thought watching the steady flow of people enter and leave the store.

A cute beep, let you know your drinks were ready. Carrying the two cups, you followed Hanma balancing the snacks in his arms on his way to checkout. Stuffing your stuff into the bags, he carried the bags as the two of you sipped your smoothies. Walking side by side on the sidewalk, Hanma asks a question about the release of the movie prompting you to investigate on your phone. Trying your best to walk straight, dodge people, and type, but it was to no avail as a guy running out a bar shoves into you from behind causing you to drop your phone.

“Shit sorry.” He apologizes quickly, recognizing who the hot head next to you was. Handing you your phone, you quickly check to make sure it’s okay. Good, no cracks.

“Watch where the fuck you’re going.” Hanma threatens posting up against the guy, causing you to throw him a look as you try to diffuse the situation. Afterall, you had plans that didn’t involve fighting.

The guy, afraid and stuttering, bows in apology swaying a bit letting you know he was drunk.

“Sorry about that. He’s really fucking drunk.”

Turning towards the voice, you're met with an open door, where several guys file out to stand behind the shaking guy. Lucky you, it was Toman.

“You alright?” Meeting the onyx eyes of their blonde leader, you give a small smile.

“Yeah, no all good.” Surprised, you suddenly feel a tad self conscious of your outfit with all their eyes on you. Especially Mikey, whose eyes stayed trained on yours as he gave you a slight smile and nod of acknowledgement.

Still fed up with it all next to you, Hanma steps in between the two of you, blocking them from you. “Hey tell your dumb fuck to watch out. He almost knocked her down.”

Internally groaning you hoped you wouldn’t have to deal with a big dick competition. Stepping aside, you watch between the two and it’s clear as day from the apathetic expressions on their faces. If you don’t get out of here, Hanma’s going to hit someone.

Hooking your arm around his, you tug him back towards you. “Shuji let’s go. I want to watch the movies tonight, not tomorrow.”

Looking down to meet your pleading eyes and uneasy smile, he sighs. Stepping back, he glares at the group, before facing Mikey.

“Watch where the fuck you’re going next time.” He threatens coldly, before allowing you to tug him back. Mikey stands still staring right back at him, with a sly daring smirk.

“Come on.” You groan as you leave them behind to watch you leave.

Not looking back, you feel a little more relaxed as you can feel the tension leave Hanma’s body. The two of you slurp your drinks, which hopefully betters his mood as it did for you. Reaching his door, you throw yourself on the couch happy to be back and out of trouble. Kicking his shoes off, he drops your haul onto the coffee table before plopping next to you.

“Ahhh, I’m so glad we’re back. That took forever.” Stretching out, you turn watching him decompress on the couch.

“Hey. Watch out with him okay. He’s no good” ,he says out of nowhere. Propping yourself up, against the plush arm of the couch, you look at him confused. “I know Emma’s your friend and all, but watch out for Mikey okay.”

“Umm, okay?”

“I’m not joking he’s a mother fucker. He’s a player and doesn’t give a shit about anything other than his stupid friends.” He watches you sternly, as he warns you. Wanting to change the mood, you attempt a joke.

“Aren’t you a player too Shuj?”

His expression however doesn’t change. “Yeah I am. That’s why I know the type of guy he is.”

“Maybe he’s not that bad though. I’ve been around him with Emma a bit. He seems alright.” You attempt to reason with Hanma. You weren’t going to fully describe your time with him, that was suicide.

Scoffing, he shakes his head. “I grew up with him, so I know him. I’m just letting you know. Try to steer clear of him. Okay?”

“Okay.” You begrudgingly let out as you hand him his melting smoothie. Eager to rescue the night, you jump up looking for your purse.

“Hey, I brought you something!” Grabbing your bag, you pull out a wrapped box handing it to him. Judging your wrapping paper choice of storks, he gives you a look which you brush off.

“Hey, I needed baby shower paper. Just open it!”

Tearing it off, he reveals a cute box with a black Sanrio character on it. A black camera sat behind the plastic window of the pastel box. Batzmaru stood to the side with arms crossed, by the instructions.

“It’s a Polaroid camera!” You cheer, pulling out a matching one out of your purse. “Look!”

Showing off your purple Kuromi camera, you urge him to open it.

“I got you this one because you remind me of him and you like black.”

Opening the box, he examines the cute camera as you grab the film cartridge. Setting it up, you turn it on to show him.

“I always say we don’t take enough pictures. Having a camera hopefully will make it easier. It automatically prints it out for you too. See I got myself one too!”

“This is cool. Thanks.” He says laughing at the stickers you handed him to decorate the camera. It was very cutesy which was not his thing, but if it was a gift from you, he’d deal with it.

“Watch come here.” Pulling him towards you, you turned the camera around to get a photo of the two of you. Waiting for the flash and click, he smiled and watched you hand him the developing film.

“You take good photos on your phone so the camera should be easy. You could even photograph your car with it.” You nudge him in his ribs.

“See. I love pictures.” Together you look at the bright goofy photo of the two of you. Beside you, he grins slightly, as he watches you smile and snap a picture of it with your phone. “I love the feeling I get when I look at pictures. I don’t think anything else can capture life as well as a photo.”

“I’d love to get into photography. I think it’s so cool and I just love the idea of creating a montage of our lives.” Handing Hanma back the picture, he stares at it as you continue on. “For me writing does the same. I can do so much with it, I’m never bored. If I had more energy and time, I think I’d try photography.”

“ I mean, you’re so good at it already and all you use is your phone.”

Scoffing, he shakes his head. “Im not a pgñhotographer. All I take pictures of is our cars.” Hanma protests dropping the Polaroid on his lap.

“So? That’s still taking pictures. And even then, they look so professional.” You state raising your hands in defense. Your passion was something Hanma deeply admired about you. You could make the dumbest joke ever, and then in a split second, you’d say something so profound, he’d sit in silence after dissecting it. Something as small as a Polaroid, could make you break out into a deep discussion and bring him to re-evaluate his view of it.

“Hey. Thanks.” Hanma gestures to his camera, earning a proud thank you from you.

“I’ll get the lights.” You let out, as he grabs the remote to set up the movie. As you watch the beginning intently, he sits fiddling with the pictures between his fingers. Making sure you were too busy engrossed in the movie, he slides the photo of you two into his wallet behind his ID.

Afterall, he can’t look too soft right?

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Authors Note: lol yall enjoy. Drunk at a cupcakke concert but tbh sobering up as i speak tf? Lol anyways enjoy it u k ow i had to add some drama. Even if he cant win at least hes willing ♡

[jelliikiss]

Hehehe 😼

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