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I wanna check if the TRV fandom is alive or not

Reblog if you are a part of the Tokyo revengers fandom and consume TR content

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description:this is your first time in japan as a foreigner u go to a lot of local spots and while u are there u meet a certain someone😉..

You had always dreamed of visiting Japan, a land where tradition seamlessly blends with modernity. Growing up in a small town, her fascination with Japanese culture began with anime and manga, but it blossomed into something deeper as she learned about its rich history, art, and the intricate social dynamics that govern life in the bustling cities. The day finally arrived when she set foot in Tokyo, her heart racing with excitement and nervousness.

As you stepped out of Narita International Airport, the overwhelming sights and sounds enveloped her. The neon lights flickered against the twilight sky, and the aroma of street food wafted through the air. With her limited Japanese, she navigated her way through the train stations, finally arriving in Shibuya, her first destination. The iconic Shibuya Crossing sprawled before her, a sea of people moving in perfect synchrony.

you spent her days exploring the lively streets, indulging in sushi, and visiting shrines. Each encounter was a lesson; the locals were warm and welcoming, guiding her through the intricacies of their culture. One evening, while wandering through a quieter district, she stumbled upon a small izakaya. Intrigued by the lively atmosphere, she walked in, her senses tingling with curiosity.

Inside, laughter and chatter filled the air. you took a seat at the counter, ordering a drink.As you sit at the club at the counter up front you slightly scan the place.you see a lot of people partying and laughing.as you look around the club u spot a vip section.in that vip section u see a lot of men very good looking.You and one of the men at the vip section he stood out to you blonde eyebrows lavender eyes two braids half black half blond.you didn’t really realize u guys were locking eyes until the bartender slams the drink in front of you which got u startled.

“what are u staring at girl”

the bartender says

“oh nothing just scanning the area”

when u look back the man was gone u started looking over there in that area wondering where he went.then u feel two taps on your shoulder when u look over to see who it was your heart skipped a beat of course.it was him

“looking for something”

he says in a low soothing cocky town

“no not at all”

u say shaking your leg nervously,he stirs next to you ordering his drink he then turns to look at you.

“so what are u doing here u don’t seem like the typical type to be clubbing” he says checking you out looking at you head to toe with a piercing stare he looks at your thighs your whole everything

btw this is what u have on

**like i said u are new to japan and not alot of people wear like revealing clothes any back to the story**

“see something u like ?” you say kinda in a flirty tone u usually don’t flirt a lot but this guy was different he brung the flirt out

“i definitely do”he says smirking as he puts a hand on your thigh”

the whole night was just romantic flirting

“so we’re are we going u say looking at him with your drunk eyes”

“to my place of course” he says starting the car and driving away”

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Fractured Trust

description : yn and ran haitani has been in a long loving relationship for many years and suddenly it all changes…

Tokyo was a city of contrasts, where the bright lights of the nightlife masked the shadows lurking in the corners. Y/N had always felt at home in this vibrant chaos, especially since their relationship with Ran Haitani had turned their world upside down. Ran, with his captivating charm and undeniable allure, had swept Y/N off their feet, and together they created a whirlwind romance that felt almost invincible.

But beneath the surface of their seemingly perfect relationship lay cracks that were slowly widening. Ran was deeply entrenched in the underground scene, his life woven with danger and unpredictability. While Y/N admired his passion and charisma, they couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Late nights, secretive phone calls, and whispered conversations with unfamiliar voices began to sow seeds of doubt in their heart.

One rainy evening, Y/N was waiting for Ran at their favorite café, a cozy little spot tucked away in a quieter part of the city. The rain tapped against the windows, creating a soothing rhythm that contrasted with the unease building in Y/N’s chest. They had planned a special night together, hoping to rekindle the spark that seemed to have dimmed lately.

As the clock ticked past the hour they agreed to meet, Y/N’s anxiety grew. They texted Ran, but the reply came only after a long wait: “Running late. Something came up.” Y/N’s heart sank. They tried to brush it off, convincing themselves that Ran was simply caught up in work, but the nagging feeling wouldn’t leave.

After an hour of waiting, Y/N decided to head home. The rain had intensified, mirroring their darkening mood. Just as they stepped outside, their phone buzzed with a notification. It was a picture—one of Ran, laughing with a stunning woman, her arms wrapped around his neck as they shared a moment that looked all too intimate. The caption read, “Best night ever!”

Y/N felt their heart drop. It was as if the ground had crumbled beneath them. The world around them blurred as anger and betrayal surged through their veins. They stood frozen in the rain, shivering—not from the cold, but from the realization that everything they had built with Ran might be a lie.

Fueled by a mixture of hurt and rage, Y/N decided to confront him. They hurried home, determination pushing them forward despite the chaos in their mind. When they arrived, the apartment felt suffocatingly quiet. Y/N paced back and forth, their heart racing as they waited for Ran’s inevitable return.

Hours later, the door swung open, revealing a disheveled Ran, his hair damp and clothes slightly askew. He looked surprised to see Y/N still awake, the usual spark in his eyes dimmed by something unspoken. Before he could utter a word, Y/N confronted him.

“Who was that girl?” they demanded, voice shaking with emotion.

Ran’s expression shifted from surprise to defensiveness. “What are you talking about?”

“The picture, Ran! I saw it. You were with her—laughing, smiling like you do with me!” Y/N’s voice broke, the hurt spilling out.

Ran’s face hardened, and for a moment, silence hung heavily between them. “It’s not what you think,” he replied, but his words felt hollow.

“Then explain it to me! Because right now, it looks like you’re cheating on me,” Y/N cried, tears brimming in their eyes.

Ran ran a hand through his hair, frustration etched on his features. “It was a mistake! I was out with some guys, and she was just… there. It didn’t mean anything, Y/N. I swear.”

But Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal. “How can I believe you? You’ve been distant lately, and now this? It feels like you’ve been lying to me.”

Ran stepped closer, attempting to bridge the gap that had formed between them. “I messed up. I should have told you I was out, but it was just a stupid night. You know how it is in this world,” he said, desperation creeping into his voice.

“Do I?” Y/N retorted, stepping back. “You’re always in this world, Ran. When do I get to be a part of it? When do I get to trust you?”

“Y/N,” he said softly, reaching for their hand, but Y/N pulled away, feeling a mixture of anger and heartbreak.

“I can’t do this, Ran,” they whispered, their voice trembling. “I need space. I need to think.”

With that, Y/N turned away, leaving Ran standing there, uncertainty etched into his features. They retreated to their bedroom, feeling the weight of their decision. The room felt cold and empty, a stark contrast to the warmth they once shared. Tears flowed freely as they replayed the moments leading up to this—every sweet memory now tainted with doubt.

Days turned into weeks, each one stretching out like an eternity. Y/N focused on work, trying to distract themselves from the heartache. They avoided places they used to frequent with Ran, each reminder cutting deeper. Their phone buzzed constantly with messages from him, but Y/N couldn’t bring themselves to respond. They needed to process the betrayal, to understand if there was a way back from this.

Ran, on the other hand, was a storm of emotions. He felt the weight of his mistake pressing down on him, suffocating him with guilt and regret. He missed Y/N more than he could express, but pride and fear held him back from reaching out. He spent his nights drowning in the chaos of the Tokyo nightlife, attempting to fill the void left by Y/N’s absence, but nothing felt right. The laughter and camaraderie around him felt hollow without the warmth of Y/N by his side.

One evening, as he sat at a bar with Rindou, his younger brother noticed the shift in his demeanor. “You’re not yourself, Ran. What’s going on?” Rindou asked, concern etched on his face.

“It’s Y/N,” Ran admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I messed up, and now I don’t know how to fix it.”

“You need to talk to them,” Rindou urged. “You can’t just let this fester. They deserve an explanation.”

“I know,” Ran sighed, running a hand through his hair. “But what if they don’t want to hear it?”

“Then you fight for them,” Rindou said firmly. “You owe them that much.”

Motivated by his brother’s words, Ran decided to take action. He knew he had to face Y/N, to pour out his heart and seek forgiveness. The next morning, he stood outside their apartment, heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath and knocked, hoping against hope that Y/N would open the door.

After a moment that felt like an eternity, Y/N appeared, their expression guarded. “What do you want, Ran?”

“Can we talk?” he asked, vulnerability etched in his features.

Y/N hesitated but eventually nodded, stepping aside to let him in. The air between them was thick with tension, every word feeling like a fragile thread. They sat across from each other, the space between them a chasm of hurt.

“Look, I know I messed up,” Ran began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “I was stupid and reckless, and I didn’t think about how it would affect you. But I need you to know that it meant nothing. You’re the one I care about, the one I want.”

Y/N’s heart ached at his words, but the pain of betrayal still lingered. “How can I trust you again, Ran? This isn’t something I can just forget.”

“I know,” he replied, desperation creeping into his tone. “But I’m willing to fight for you. I’ll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust. Just give me a chance to prove it, please.”

Tears welled in Y/N’s eyes as they grappled with their emotions. They wanted to believe him, to trust in the love they had shared, but the scars of betrayal were deep. “I need time,” they finally said, their voice trembling.

“Take all the time you need,” Ran replied, his heart breaking at the thought of losing them. “I’ll be here, waiting.”

Over the following weeks, Ran did everything he could to show Y/N how much they meant to him. He sent flowers, left notes, and even reached out to their friends to understand what Y/N needed. Slowly, he began to chip away at the walls Y/N had built around their heart.

Y/N, too, began to reflect on their feelings. They missed Ran’s laughter, the way he made them feel alive in the chaos of the city. Yet, skepticism lingered. They pondered whether love could truly withstand the weight of betrayal.

One evening, Y/N found themselves at the café where it all began. Lost in thought, they didn’t notice Ran entering until he stood before them, his expression earnest and hopeful. “Can we talk?” he asked, echoing the words from their last encounter.

Y/N took a deep breath, weighing their emotions. “Okay,” they replied, motioning for him to sit.

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” Ran started, his eyes locked onto Y/N’s. “I know I hurt you, and I can’t take that back. But I want to make things right. I love you, and I want to show you that I can be better.”

“I want to believe you, Ran,” Y/N said, vulnerability seeping into their voice. “But it’s hard. I’m scared of getting hurt again.”

“I understand,” he replied, reaching across the table to take their hand. “But I’m not going anywhere. I’ll prove it to you, step by step. Just give me a chance.”

Y/N felt a flicker of hope ignite within them. Maybe, just maybe, they could navigate this path together. “Okay,” they said softly. “Let’s take it slow.”

As they spoke, the tension between them began to ease, replaced by tentative laughter and shared memories. It wouldn’t be easy, but they were willing to try—to rebuild the trust that had been shattered, to forge a new beginning in the vibrant chaos of Tokyo.

In the days that followed, Y/N and Ran took small steps forward. They spent more time together, reintroducing laughter and affection into their relationship. Ran proved his commitment through his actions, slowly mending the fractures of their trust.

Yet, the road to healing was not without its challenges. There were moments of doubt, memories that resurfaced, and conversations that felt too heavy. But with every shared experience, they learned to communicate more openly, to express their fears and desires.

Gradually, Y/N began to feel the weight of their hurt lift, replaced by a cautious optimism. They realized that love was not just a feeling but a choice—a commitment to face the storms together, to weather the challenges that life threw their way.

As Tokyo pulsed with life around them, Y/N and Ran found themselves entwined once more, navigating the complexities of their relationship with newfound strength. They understood that while the shadows of betrayal would always linger, love had the power to heal, to mend what was broken, and to create something beautiful in its place.

Together, they stepped into the future, hand in hand, ready to embrace whatever came next.