#Tokyo rev hc

[haruchuchuiyo]

Trespasser!Sanzu Haruchiyo w/ reader

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TW + CW : Voyeurism | Harassment | Stalking | Addiction (Drugs)

Reader: non disclosed ( can be read as fem | non-binary | male )

( re working rn bc i didnt proofread shit okkkk so don't complain this a construction site 30% done so far - 31/05/2025 start)

🂠 ​ Contrary to popular opinion, SANZU does not leave messes behind.

Now some seem to hold their judgments, that because— he is.. well,

to put it lightly.. Heavily under the influences' of various 'pharmaceuticals'. That he too would of succumbed to the filthy nature of his career. Just like the rest of his colleagues whom have long grown a jadedness to squalid attitudes.

Haruchiyo,

never developed these traits.

If anything he's quite the opposite. Now this is not to say that the rest of Bonten's executives lack an eye in keeping appearances. After all that would make for a very short livelihood in this line of work.

However men have their exceptions socially. Behaviorally. And alike most men in the world, they fall short in ways where a 'better half' is expected to pick up after.'

🂠 In SANZU's world. He has more than enough skeletons in his closet for this lifetime. All confided to his mind. No so called better half. It's his psyche that's in shambles, nothing else so don't get it twisted.

🂠 ​ The clean freak who works mad like a dog at the oddest hours of day. SANZU has long been aware of the conduct to expect of other Bonten's executives.

Tasking other executives is out of the question, I mean think about it; Takeomi couldn't even take care of him and his sister,

Mochi well he's all brawn no brain in his eyes,

Koko's physique is as disheveled as his work desk. The Haitani's? Yeah that's a no, FUCK NO ( Have you seen the neglected trash pile up in their house? )

DISGUSTING

Haitani's can't clean for' shit even if it was their own party! Sure as hell neither of em will scrappin' any business for Bonten .

Now what about Kakucho?

Admittedly has the muscle, has a brain. Just a little too much heart for when things get real grimy, which they always do.

Now the role SANZU plays here is fairly time sensitive to keep everything smooth sailing, it isn't exactly something number 3 could take a jab first try without a future headache for number 2. Ignorance is what gets you caught. What Kakucho lacks is well. He isn't exactly educated, or conventional. Unless you wanna count juvie and street brawling a form of vocational schooling.

It's this that makes Kakucho the last guy you'd want taking an educated guess. Type-a guy who'd mix drain cleaners n' end up in hospital. Ain't bettin' on a liability.

🂠 ​ Unlike Kakucho SANZU has an extensive knowledge of scum removal. He's accumulated enough stock to keep his apartment pristine regardless of who visits. His apartments-units storage is fully equipped for any situation, packed to the brim with family-pack sized cleaning agents, bleaches, peroxides.

His work experience is personal. Removing dirt, grime, blood and guts dust is daily ritual in his life, his habit like compulsion dates back to his Kanto Manji days ( perhaps even before ) and have since grown stronger. More methodical, irrational than before. Haruchiyo is the meticulous one, the obvious choice for clean up.

— fiddling with the elastic of his glove, its snaps to his wrist .

"More protection than yer' use'd to—ay ? " With a grin bearing no teeth he chuffs ,

"Ain't for you anyways, so quit shakin ." The wheels of the hand trolley squeaked- as he moved out various boxes.

🂠 ​ It's these personality quirks, his clean freak behavior that makes him such a special kind of danger in the world of career criminals. You won't find muddy footprints or any pink hair strands, no new finger prints on the entrance door pin touch-pad (oooo fancy). Once you've become his target or obsession you won't know, forget a keen eye or a keen memory, your gonna need a developed sixth sense when he's under your bed or in your closet!

​🂿 Do you realize how quickly criminals get caught in this day and age of modern surveillance? Theirs no room for being sloppy. That's why he's survived in such a cutthroat environment, SANZU has stuck around compared to the many peers who have tried and failed living the high risk lifestyle he toils away in. They just weren't built for it. He is. One trick ponies don't last long, you can't -just- be strong, or smart you need connections and allies. Him being an ever so inaccessible loner he's found power in being a wild card.

🂠 ​ Do You think he would want to dirty the sanctity of your cute little flat? Really? The newly completed glass cladded high-rise squeezes your dingy apartment complex of sun light. Its been built near kissing the side-building, the grey black tinted glass panels, modern yet monolithic. You've lost all of your window view, now turned mirror reflection from the paneling.

🂠 ​ You've lost all opportunity to watch the clouds and birds and he's gained all the opportunity to watch you, little to your knowledge.

🂠 ​ Don't get it twisted SANZU didn't just suddenly adore you out of voyeuristic opportunity that's so shallow. People watching is 50% of his job and he's yet to fall in love at first sight while working. No, SANZU never intended to become attracted, but really what else was he supposed to do in his spare time when his body wouldn't move from the sofa.

🂠 ​ It might have been all the stress or the fighting or the killing or- well everything really. His body and mind sober isn't going to cut it in the workplace. I mean even average civil workers dabble in prescriptions, stimulants legal illegal (he would know his customer demographic after all) anything that numbs the aches and pains from a hard day of work. Can you imagine what hard drugs contract killers, swindlers and madmen use to take the edge off. He's tried it all and he's found his preferred vices. Still not a fan of smoke, unlike his older brother. He intends to keep the walls of his sanctuary smoke free and his teeth clear of tar. Oral pills, prescription and non, a line or two is all he needs to start a hard day of work.

🂠 ​ Coke and Haruchiyo . ・。.・゜are best of buddies just like housewives and valium. Doing lines recreationally has been fantastic for him completing daily house chores, cleaning the kitchen, vacuuming the floors, folding the laundry, butchering the odd body, packaging remains for removal, busy work all within a timely manner. SANZU's a busy guy. What's the worst of it? When he's stuck with his thoughts sitting, watching the clock chewing pens, grinding teeth the growing impatience, bouncing of his leg. Stuck inhaling Rindou's second hand berry vape smoke, at a meeting that could of and should of been an email. Or so he's found. His behavior gets unfairly directed upon his employees who daily deal with his coke induced fits of rage. Then theirs the come down, the end of the high. He always falls down sore laying in his open plan living room into the late hours of the day. He sees you un aware of him through his window. Un aware of a lot of things. He sees you live predictably compared to his life and struggle with normal people struggles. It's charming it's adorable its controlled in his chaos filled mind. He can't help but want to get closer

🂠 ​ Returning from work in your exhaustion you don't notice that the counter tops are a little cleaner, you don't notice next week there's less of your hair on the floor when vacuuming, or the month following a lack of your foot prints on your entrance way floor-tiling. It's only when you sit down and realize the futon is less frayed in the fabric, the lack of scratches in your glass table from when you dropped your cutlery oh so many times. The stains on your now newer looking settee gone ? A lack of natural decay.

🂠 ​ He can't allow for your life to change so drastically he won't allow it. SANZU needs to keep it same same to be at peace, your like reruns of a favorite tv show something he can watch and lull his mind to. Nothing is allowed to change. You are not allowed to change. Not without his clearance. He just can't understand how you could be upset with his good will, his patronage so far towards your living. Everything would of gone to shit fallen apart had he not stepped up. Now what? you wanna pack your bags because of a visitor? That's really 'unfair'. He'll show you unfair. Soon.

[reaperfeels]

Cute mikey deserves this

BOYFRIEND SERIES

mikey, baji, draken

ㅡrandom texts with your boyfriend

GENRE: romance | fluff! | suggestive? | AGED UP

a/n: i am thinking of making this into a series butttt let's see how that goes :) i hope you enjoy this impulsive idea ☆

part two: chifuyu, mitsuya, & rindou

bonus ft. draken:

a/n: thanks for reading! likes and rbs are very much appreciated :D

Masterlist | TR Masterlist

[wellterr]

some tr shenanigans

[justauthoring]

I really like your Tokyo revengers He’s Taken scenario. What if it happened in reverse where someone told the boys that they would be a better fit for reader <3

TOKYO REVENGERS - UM, SHE'S TAKEN?

includes: manjiro "mikey" sano, hanma shuji, baji keisuke and kazutora hanemiya all include xfem!reader!

a/n: this is so late but i felt i should actually do a request for once :) and i always love me some jealous boys!

MIKEY:

The audacity of this man.

That was all Mikey could think.

Did he not know who he was? Did he not know who you were dating? The Invisible Mikey, Toman's Leader and the most handsome boy you knew?

Clearly not.

Frowning, Mikey watches with barely concealed disdain as your classmate (the one you’ve been complaining to him about for weeks now) follows you outside of the school. He couldn’t always pick you up from school with Toman business and the like, but today he’d made sure he’d be able to after you’d texted him the day before that your annoying classmate had proceeded to take his infatuation with you a step further and follow you out of school. It had taken you great convincing to get him not to ‘walk you home’ as he so eloquently put it – stalking more like it – and though you’d tried to play it off, Mikey knew how scared you were.

The second your eyes fall on Mikey making his way over to you, he sees the instant relief that floods through them. Despite everything, Mikey can't help but feel slightly smug at that, hands shoved nonchalantly in his pockets as he crosses the distance over to you.

"Y/N-channn!" He calls out, arms stretched out towards you and with a single brief glance at the boy next to you, you all but race towards him, allowing yourself to fall into his arms. Mikey hates the way he feels you shake slightly beneath his fingertips, and he throws a not-so-subtle glare the classmates way, who – as he figured – is glaring right back at him.

"Y/N," the classmate calls, and Mikey's eyes narrow at his familiarity when regarding you. "Who's this?"

You lean back from his hug, and Mikey can see you look rather annoyed at the question – clearly, you've told him this before.

"Mikey," Mikey cuts in dryly, "her boyfriend."

And he must really not know who Mikey is because he has the gall to laugh.

"Boyfriend?" Haru laughs, mockingly and loudly, head thrown back as you cast a quick glance up at Mikey in uncertainy, trying to gauge he's reaction. Truthfully, Mikey looks unphased. "I thought you were joking about that, Y/N."

And then Haru steps forward, moving towards you; "I mean, you and me make a much better–"

It happens in a flash. Suddenly, you're no longer in Mikey's arms and rather set gently behind him, Mikey’s body blocking your view as Haru's hand that was outstretched towards you is now tightly grasped in Mikey's fist. A quick glance at Haru's face, and you can tell that Mikey's grip is tight, his face twisting with pain.

"Did I forget to mention?" Mikey smiles, "I'm also the leader of Toman."

Haru's eyes widen and he looks scared–well, shitless.

Mikey's grip tightens, finding the way all colour leaves Haru's face rather amusing and the way the panic wells with pain as Mikey bends his arm to the point of just being about to break.

"Now, what was that about you and Y/N-chan being a better match?"

"I was wrong!" Haru cries, voice pitching pathetically, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"

"Don't apologize to me," Mikey shrugs, "apologize to Y/N-chan for making her so uncomfortable for the past few weeks."

Slowly, Mikey takes a step back, allowing you to fall in the view of Haru again, who, near crying, falls to his knees. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!"

Cheeks red slightly in embarrassment, you turn to Mikey.

He lets go with ease, Haru falling to the ground with one last cry, before Mikey makes his way to you, pulling you back into his arms with a wide grin.

"Let's go eat!" Mikey calls out with a cheer, snuggling into you. "I want you to feed me!"

HANMA:

"I mean, you're no good for her."

There's a beat. One long, single beat of silence before Hanma can't hold himself back anymore and he burst into laughter.

You, whose stood next to him, looks at him in disbelief, eyes widening as Hanma all but cackles in response to Asahi's words. Asahi, to be fair, looks just a stunned, and with a frown, you step towards your boyfriend, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket.

"Shuji!" You hiss, grip tightening on him.

He falls quiet at that, letting his eyes drift across you briefly, taking in the worried look in your eyes and the laughter stops at that. Hanma lets his eyes fall back on this boy, Asahi apparently, and the frown deepens – you were scared of this guy? He looked like wind might blow him over.

Besides, didn't you trust him to protect you?

A single glance back at you, and you're still throwing worried glances at Asahi, shuffled close to his side.

Guess he had something else to prove then.

"That's funny," Hanma finally speaks up, letting his eyes fall on Asahi with disinterest. "Hilarious actually." But all the humour has left his body, and Hanma simply stares back at the boy with a straight face.

Asahi falters, just slightly.

"I-I mean, you're a deliquent!" He calls out, gesturning in front of him at Hanma, before his eyes fall on you. "I mean, surely you can see that being with him will be nothing but a bad influence. If you were–"

Hanma steps in front of you, blocking you effectively from him.

"You don't get to talk to her," Hanma states rather bluntly.

Asahi turns to him, lips parting.

"You're not worthy enough to talk to her, pipsqueak. So let's keep this between you and me, huh?"

The air changes, thickens, and although you can't see it, you can practically sense as Asahi grows nervous, registering the glint in Hanma's gaze as he stares him down.

"I mean, surely, if you knew I was a... what did you say? Delinquent." Hanma snorts, "you think you'd have the brains to realize I'm not someone to mess with. And I don't take kindly to idiots like you trying to tell me who my girl should or shouldn't be with."

Hanma takes a step forward then, towering over the boy whose skin has grown pale, eyes flooding with fear as he stares up at Hanma.

"I especially don't take kindly to you scaring my girl either."

"I-I–"

Grabbing Asahi by the collar of his jacket, Asahi falls silent as Hanma pulls him up until he's standing on the tip of his toes, kicking his feet beneath him.

"But it seems I screwed up too, huh? My girl shouldn't have to be afraid because she should know I'd never let anyone touch her, let alone look at her if they made her uncomfortable."

There's a pause and Hanma's gaze grows wild as his fist slowly raises beside him, Asahi's cries of panic and pleads of mercy simply a background noise.

"So it looks like I gotta show her why."

BAJI:

"You're loud."

Well, Baji guessed he couldn't necessarily argue with that.

"You're rash."

That, too... maybe.

"You're not very smart."

Uh, ouch.

"You act without thinking. It could get Y/N hurt."

Okay, well that was just rude.

You were always Baji's top priority.

Well, that and fighting. But, still.

"I think I'd be a much better fit for her."

Baji should've figured this is where the conversation was going. Letting his eyes drift across the boy stood in front of him, he takes in the sight of his Toman uniform. He doesn't readily recognize the boy, so he's certainly not in his division.

Ballsy, he'd admit.

But stupid nonetheless.

He's probably in Mitsuya's division, Baji laughs to himself.

Well, not for much longer.

"I'll take your silence as a sign you agree with me–"

"I wouldn't jump to conclusions," Baji chuckles, grinning down widely at the boy. "What makes you think you're so great for Y/N? I know she's happy with me."

Lips parting, the boy pauses; "what?"

"You listed off all the reasons why you think I'm not a good fit for her, right?" He quirks a brow, and the boy nods. "So, tell me why you think you're a good match for her. You win, I'll break up with Y/N. And if you lose... well, needless to say." With a wide grin, Baji cracks his knuckles, baring his fists down at the boy.

The boys eyes widen, and he fumbles for a second, before he steels himself, inhaling deeply.

"Well, I'm smart, for one–"

"Wrong," Baji cuts in, "Y/N doesn't like smart guys. Why else would she have gone for me?"

Faltering, the boy shakes his head; "w-well, I'm a good cook–"

"Y/N prefers cooking herself," Baji shakes his head. "It's her passion."

Cheeks redenning, the boy rushes to add; "I-I'm! I'm strong!"

Baji just laughs; "not as strong as me. You're not even a vice captain of Toman!"

Thoroughly embarrassed, the boy hesitates, face bright red.

"Looks like you lose," Baji sings, stepping towards the boy. "I mean, if you really knew Y/N, you'd know the most important thing."

"W-What?"

"That none of that matters because she loves me!"

"You can't just–"

He never finishes what he's about to say before a fist makes contact with his cheek, knocking him off his feet and sending him straight to the ground.

Baji glances down at him with a blink.

"Strong my ass."

He makes a move toward him, before;

"Keisuke!"

Eyes lighting up, Baji spins, grinning at the sight of you. "Y/N!"

You fall in front of him, eyes flickering from the boy groaning on the ground back to him, "did you get in another fight again?"

Baji shrugs; "the guy deserved it. Not much of a fight either.”

And your eyes fall back on the boy on the ground and there's a flicker of hope where he thinks you might help but, but then after a moment you follow Baji's lead, shrugging, letting him take your hand in his before leading him off.

Guess Baji was right – you really did love him.

KAZUTORA:

"I mean, didn't you go to juvie?"

Frowning, Kazutora glares at the man, Daiki as he'd introduced himself as, in front of him. He was apparently a co-worker of yours, though Kazutora's never heard you talk about him before.

Stuck at this party your work was holding for you as a celebration for the promotion you'd received and your excellent work at the company, Kazutora had gotten a whole half hour of your time before you'd been whisked off by two woman, you offering an apologetic smile over your shoulder in response.

At the time, Kazutora hadn't minded – this night was for you after all and he wanted you to enjoy it.

Now, though? He desperately wanted to leave.

"How do you even know that?" Kazutora asks, his patience thin.

"I did some research when Y/N mentioned your name," Daiki shrugs. "Of course, when she mentioned you she hadn't mentioned that."

It's obviously meant as a jab. But Kazutora knew you weren't embarrassed of him – at least, he'd been pretty sure of that.

"Well, it's not really any of your business is it?" Kazutora cuts in, barely able to contain the snide in his tone. He barely liked socializing with people anyway, especially strangers, but he'd gone for you and because he wanted to be apart of your celebration. It was the least he could do after all you'd done for him.

But now he wishes he’d stayed home if he had to continue dealing with this guy.

"Still," Daiki insists, "aren't you embarrassed? I mean, such an upstanding woman... it's a wonder why she ever chose you."

"I chose him because I love him for him," you cut in and Kazutora’s eyes widen, glancing over his shoulder to see you making your way over to him. You look absolutely stunning, dressed in a floor length Y/F/C dress and when you notice his eyes on you, you smile at him, before it falters as you turn back to glance at your coworker. "But I hardly think that's any of your business anyways."

You fall next to Kazutora, wrapping your arm around his waist as you fall into his side, and the second you do, you squeeze Kazutora's side, and he realizes you're trying to reassure him.

"Y/N–!"

"Honestly, Daiki," you breathe out, voice coming out purposely exasperated as you roll your eyes. "I've had this conversation with you multiple times. I am happily in a relationship and your obsession with my personal affairs is strange and inappropriate. Given my promotion, I could easily have you fired."

Kazutora watches as the man's eyes widen, cheeks bleeding red as he shakes his head; "my-my apologies. Please, you don't have to go that far. I'll... I'll make sure I stop."

You raise a brow, holding the man with bated breath for a moment, before you nod. "Just don't let it happen again."

Daiki scurries off without another word, desperate to get away and Kazutora watches as you let out a sigh, shoulders falling as you shift, coming to stand in front of him, hands falling on his hips.

"I'm sorry about him. He's been... annoyingly persistant about asking me out for the past bit. I thought he'd have stopped when I reported him last week but when I saw him talking to you just now, I realized he hadn't."

Kazutora glances down at you, meeting your gaze.

You understand what he's trying to say before he even does; "nuh-uh," you shake your head, tugging him closer to you. "Don't let a word that idiot says get to you. He's just a pervert anyways. He spends half of his time looking down my shirt and I would never want to be with someone like him over you."

Biting his lips, Kazutora smiles softly; "I love you."

"I love you too," you grin, before slipping your hand into his. "Now, come on, I want to introduce you to my friends."

[married-to-google-translater]

Good evening, a request please from Mikey x reader, how does Mikey react if his young children are very attached to their mother (reader) but he is also attached to his wife, would it be like having several Puneranians fighting?

Manjiro "Mikey" Sano

Mikey would consider himself very lucky to be able to live with you.

You made Mikey happy every day.

When your children are born Mikey would be even happier and he didn't even know it was possible.

At first Mikey didn't think about the "dark side" of the future.

Baby time would go really well.

Mikey understands that the baby needs a lot of attention.

He himself would also prefer to help with the care of his child.

The "problems" came when the child was older and clearly started favoring you.

Mikey, it doesn't matter if your child likes you more.

He really gets it.

You are amazing and it would be weird if your child didn't like you.

A small childish part of Mikey would be jealous though.

He would also need your attention :3

Mikey knows he should be an adult but he doesn't always care XD.

It was fun to watch them fight over your attention.

Usually it would be something cute like a war of words or both of them hanging on to you and refusing to let go.

Usually the situation is resolved when you tell them that you love them both very much and make takoyaki's.

[mikeysonly]

Funny How That Works - Manjiro (Mikey) Sano

♡ can’t stop writing these man as fathers….. be still my heart…….

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Mikey never considered himself the type to be speechless, but standing in front of you, staring at the tiny boy clinging to your leg, he couldn’t find a single damn word.

Blonde hair. Big, dark eyes. A tiny pout that looked too much like his own.

And five years. Five whole years.

“You kept this from me?” His voice came out quieter than he expected.

You shifted uncomfortably, shielding the little one slightly. “Mikey… I-”

“Five years, Y/N.” His lips pressed into a thin line. He should be yelling, should be angry, but he wasn’t.

The kid peeked up at him curiously. “Kaasan, who’s this?”

Mikey inhaled sharply. Oh, that hurt.

You hesitated, then sighed. “This is Mikey. A friend.”

The kid studied him for a moment, tilting his head. “Ya kinda look like me.”

Mikey huffed out something close to a laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, kid. Funny how that works.”

Mikey wanted to punch a wall, scream, do something. But when he looked at the kid, his kid, his paternal instincts completely took over and all he could do was crouch down to his level and offer a small smile.

“Hey,” he said softly, trying not to overwhelm the small boy. “Ya got a name?”

For a second, the boy just stared, then glanced at you for approval before answering.

Mikey repeated it under his breath like a chant, like he was trying it out, trying to get used to it, trying to understand it.

“Hey Y/N…. Can I stay?”

You swallowed. “Mikey I don’t know…-”

“I’ve missed five years already.” His jaw clenched. “I don’t wanna miss more.”

You searched his face, looking for doubt, hesitation, anything. But all you found was softness, something real.

It took you a moment, but after studying Mikey’s face for what felt like eternity, you nodded.

Mikey exhaled, like he’d been holding in a breath for far too long. Then, carefully, he ruffled the kid’s hair, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“So… how do you feel about taiyaki?”

[bebe-writes-stuff]

Title: You drew me?

Pairing: Mikey x Reader

Summary: “You left your diary at my house. And I read those pages, do you really love me, baby?”

(Fluff) (No warnings)

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Y/N had been friends with Emma for as long as she could remember. The two were inseparable, and Emma’s house had always been her second home. It wasn’t unusual for Y/N to spend most of her afternoons there, lounging on the couch, talking about everything under the sun. But there was one problem that always seemed to linger in the back of Y/N’s mind—the presence of Mikey.

Mikey wasn’t your typical guy. He was charismatic, carefree, and always had that smirk that made you feel like he knew something you didn’t. But Y/N, She was quiet, reserved, never the type to make her feelings obvious. And Mikey? Well, he noticed.

Y/N always tried to be discreet, glancing at Mikey when she thought he wasn’t looking, stealing the occasional peek when Emma and Mikey would argue, or when he was deep in thought. There was something about him—something about that air of mystery—that intrigued her, but she never said it aloud.

And Mikey? He was more than aware. He noticed the way her eyes would dart away whenever his gaze met hers, the way her cheeks would redden just a bit when he caught her staring a little too long. It was almost cute, really. And honestly? He liked the attention.

One day, randomly, Mikey had been rifling through a pile of papers on the kitchen counter when his hand brushed against something—a notebook, your notebook, thick with pages. Curiosity got the better of him, and before he knew it, he was flipping through it, his smirk growing wider.

It was a collection of sketches—drawings of him. Different angles, different expressions—capturing everything from his lazy grin to the sharpness in his eyes. His fingers traced over the edges of the pages. So she was keeping these secret little portraits of him, huh?

He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. He should’ve known.

A few days later, Emma and Y/N were hanging out again, lounging in Emma’s room, talking about the usual: school, friends, life. It was a typical afternoon until Mikey casually appeared in the doorway.

“Hey, Emma,” Mikey said, flashing his signature smirk. “Can you go grab me some dorayaki? Or, you know, a drink from the store around the corner? I’ll owe you one.”

She blinked, confused. “Uh… sure, I guess. Why now?”

Mikey shrugged nonchalantly, stepping closer. “Because, why not? Y/N stay here and help me out with some stuff.” He shot her a wink as she tilted her head in confusion, raising an eyebrow.

“Wait, what do you need me to do?” Y/N asked, but Mikey was already motioning for her to follow him.

Emma, not one to argue with Mikey. “Alright, Fine. I’ll be back soon, Y/N,” she said, brushing past Mikey.

Mikey grabbed Y/N by the wrist, pulling her out of the room before she could protest.

“Wait, Mikey, what’s going on?” Y/N asked, her confusion obvious as Mikey led her down the hall to a quieter part of the house.

Mikey gave her a sideways glance, his smirk widening. “Just trust me, Y/N. You’ll want to see this.”

He led you into one of the empty room, shutting the sliding door behind him with a quiet click. Your pulse quickened, but you tried to keep your cool.

“Mikey, seriously. What’s this about?”

He turned toward you, something unreadable flashing in his eyes. Then he reached behind one of the couch cushions and pulled out your sketchbook.

Your breath caught. “Wait—what the hell, where did you get that?”

“You left it on the counter the other day,” he said, flipping it open lazily. “At first, I thought it was just random drawings, but… imagine my surprise.”

He tilted the book toward you, revealing a sketch of him—leaning on the couch, that lazy look in his eyes perfectly captured in pencil. “They’re good. Like, really good.”

Y/N lunged forward to grab the notebook, but Mikey was faster—his arm shot up, raising it just out of her reach.

“Give it back!”

she slammed into him full force chest-first, knocking him completely off balance. The two of them tumbled to the floor with a loud thud.

Y/N blinked, heart hammering, realizing she was now sprawled on top of him, her face mere inches from his. Mikey’s laugh echoed in the quiet room, low and amused.

“Well damn,” he grinned up at her, his hands moving instinctively to her waist. “You could at least take me out to dinner first before tackling me like that.”

Her eyes widened in horror, and she scrambled off him so fast it made her dizzy, sitting up with her knees pulled close to her chest, cheeks burning.

“You’re such a jerk,” she muttered, trying to regulate her breathing while avoiding his gaze.

“Relax,” he said, grinning.

You crossed your arms, trying to mask your embarrassment. “It wasn’t meant for anyone to see.”

“Oh, I figured,” he said, stepping closer. “But it’s kind of flattering, you know. You’ve been watching me pretty closely to get all these angles right.”

His words made your stomach twist. He was teasing you, sure—but there was something else behind his tone. Something quieter.

“I wasn’t trying to be creepy,” you muttered. “I just… I like drawing people. You were around. That’s all.”

Mikey quirked an eyebrow. “So if I looked in another sketchbook, I’d see Draken, or Emma, or random classmates?”

You looked away. Silence was its own answer.

Mikey’s smirk faded slightly, replaced by something gentler. He held the notebook out to you.

“Y/N,” he said, and his voice lost that usual lazy drawl. “I’m not mad. Honestly, I think it’s kinda cool. I just wanted to know why me.”

Y/N swallowed. “I… don’t know. You’re just… always around. And you’re hard to ignore.”

Mikey arched an eyebrow. “So you like me.”

Y/N opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Her face betrayed her, heat rising to her cheeks. She turned away.

Mikey was quiet for a beat. Then he let out a soft laugh, “You’re weird,” he said, but there was no malice in it. “But, like… a good kind of weird. You’re cute. Real quiet, but funny when you get mad. And those drawings? You see me better than anyone.”

For the first time, she saw something different in his expression—something sincere.

Mikey stepped forward, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “So how about this: next time you want to draw me, just ask. I’ll pose for you.”

Y/N blinked up at him, stunned. “You’d actually let me draw you? Like… on purpose?”

Mikey plopped down beside her again, resting his arms over his knees. “Why not? I’m a great subject.”

She snorted. “You’re a terrible subject. You move too much.”

He grinned. “Then I’ll stay still this time. Come on, prove you’re not just creeping on me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but reached for her sketchbook anyway, flipping to a blank page. “Fine. Don’t talk. Don’t smirk. Just—sit still.”

He obeyed, crossing his legs and straightening his back, trying to mimic a stoic model. Y/N settled across from him, pencil in hand, trying to focus. But the longer she looked at him, the harder it became to concentrate. His gaze never left her.

She tilted her head, frowning slightly, then leaned forward. “There’s… a shadow on your jaw I can’t quite get right—hold on.”

Without thinking, her hand reached out, fingertips brushing gently along the line of his jaw. Mikey didn’t flinch. In fact, he tilted his head slightly, letting her touch him, watching her with something unreadable in his eyes.

“Y’know,” he said softly, “you don’t hide it very well.”

Her hand froze. “Hide what?”

“The way you look at me. Like I’m something worth staring at.”

She pulled her hand back quickly, face flushing. “I wasn’t—I didn’t mean—”

“You do,” he interrupted, leaning in just slightly. “It’s not a bad thing.”

There was a long, weighted pause. The room felt too quiet now.

Mikey shifted forward, now only inches from her. “You ever think about kissing me?”

Her breath caught in her throat. “What?”

He smirked, but it was softer now, teasing without the edge. “I think about it sometimes. Especially when you’re this close.”

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest. He was looking right at her—eyes half-lidded, voice low, tone teasing but heavy with something else.

For a second, she swore he was going to close the gap.

But then—

He leaned back with a satisfied smirk, hands behind his head. “But hey, maybe next time. You still haven’t taken me to dinner.”

Y/N stared at him, wide-eyed, cheeks burning. “You’re seriously the worst.”

“I get that a lot,” he said, grinning.

She tossed a pillow at him.

He caught it with one hand, still grinning, but then he paused, voice quieter now. “People usually look at me like I’m some reckless idiot. Like I’m gonna fall apart any second.”

She didn’t say anything. Just watched him.

“But you…” he looked over at her, expression unusually sincere. “You look at me like I’m worth understanding.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. She wasn’t expecting that.

He shrugged like it was nothing. “Makes it hard not to like you back.”

The words hung in the air between them, soft and heavy and just real enough to make her heart ache.

Y/N didn’t trust her voice, so she just nodded, biting back a smile.

Mikey grinned. “Now finish that sketch before I get wrinkles from staying this still.”

She rolled her eyes, flipping her pencil upright again, but couldn’t fight the way her hands trembled slightly—because everything had just changed.

Y/N was still trying to steady her hand when the sliding door abruptly creaked open.

“Hey, I’m back!” Emma’s voice rang out, followed by the soft crinkle of a plastic bag. “Mikey, they were out of your stupid dorayaki so I—” She paused mid-step, taking in the scene.

Y/N sitting cross-legged on the floor, sketchbook in hand. Mikey seated across from her, much too close, far too relaxed. Her eyes narrowed slowly as the realization clicked into place.

Y/N stiffened like she’d been caught doing something illegal.

Mikey just smirked. “Took you long enough.”

Emma’s gaze ping-ponged between the two of them, then dropped to the faint pink still lingering on Y/N’s cheeks. “Okay… what did I miss?”

“Nothing.” Y/N blurted, way too fast. She slammed her sketchbook shut and stood up like the floor had burned her.

Emma raised an eyebrow. “Right. And I’m a goldfish.”

Mikey stood too, stretching casually as if nothing had happened. “She’s drawing me. That’s all.”

Emma blinked. “Wait, seriously? You let someone draw you? You barely let people take photos.”

Mikey shrugged, tossing a lazy grin toward Y/N. “She asked nicely.”

Y/N scoffed. “I did not.”

Emma looked between them again—Mikey grinning like a cat who’d found his favorite toy, and Y/N, visibly trying not to implode. Her lips twitched.

Emma grinned. “I’m just saying, if you guys are gonna have weird flirty floor moments, at least tell me so I don’t walk into a live drama scene.”

“We weren’t flirting!” Y/N said, but even she didn’t sound convinced.

Mikey sipped from the drink Emma gave him and looked over at her with a smirk. “You kinda were.”

Y/N shot him a look. “Mikey.”

He just shrugged and leaned against the wall, that same lazy look in his eyes. “What? I like being your muse.”

Emma blinked. “Okay, what the hell happened while I was gone?”

Y/N shook her head, defeated. “I don’t even know anymore.”

Emma, satisfied that something had definitely happened, grabbed her phone. “Good. Carry on. I’m gonna pretend I’m not here.”

Mikey looked at Y/N again, this time his smile a little softer. “You still owe me that sketch, y’know.”

Y/N sighed, sitting down again with her sketchbook. “Fine. But if you move this time, I’m giving you a mustache.”

“Worth it,” he murmured, eyes on her instead of the page.

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[firstdivisiongirl]

can i request headcanons for Tokyo revenger; draken, Mikey, mistuya and baji in a scenario where they're walking and a random girl (reader) walks up to them and begs them to pretend they know her because she thinks shes being followed?

(Bonus if reader isn't from japan and just moved there so her language skills aren't that great)

Hi there. This was so cute! So, the only one I did not write for is Mikey. I might eventually write one for Mikey and maybe a few other characters. I made the reader for Mitsuya and Draken foreign, but not Baji's. Idk why I did that but it kind of happened? Anyways, sorry for rambling. Thank you for the request and please enjoy!

Trigger Warning: Stalking

Baji, Mitsuya and Draken Helping Out a Female Reader When They Feel Uncomfortable

Baji:

Baji is a true gentleman

I know right!  Shocker

You were walking home late one night from the supermarket because you needed something to eat and you had nothing at home

You felt these eyes on you

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a man following you

He walked a little faster and faster, but you still felt like you were being followed

Suddenly, you saw this guy, about your age with beautiful long black hair

You walked up to him and asked him quietly if he would just pretend to be with you

You explained that you felt like you were being followed and were scared

Baji immediately looked around and then grabbed your hand.

The man walked away thinking you two were a couple

He asked where you lived and he took drove you home on his motorcycle that was parked not far from where you two were

When you arrived home, he gave you his number

He said if you ever needed to run an errand late at night or felt uncomfortable ever to just call him and he would be there for you

Mama Baji would be proud of her son

And you were happy to have a new friend

Mitsuya:

Another gentleman in Toman

You were new to Tokyo

Really Japan in general

Ever since you moved to Tokyo, you worked late at night at a convenience store so that you could earn extra money to help out the family and take care of your younger siblings

One night on the way home, you just had this bad feeling

You felt like you were being watched

Which was only made worse when you saw a mysterious figure behind you

But suddenly, you saw this boy

He had silver hair and an earring in his left ear

You walked up to him and tried to tell him what was going on

Sadly, your Japanese wasn’t great

He tried to follow, but he was having trouble

Suddenly, a few words clicked and he figured out you were being followed and you wanted him to pretend to know you

He grabbed your hand and smiled at you, kissing your cheek

You were bright red at this point

So was he

Eventually, he noticed the figure walk away

After that, he told you who he in the best English he could speak

Thankfully, he was a good student in English class, so he wasn’t too bad

He apologized for the kiss and walked you the rest of the way home telling you about himself as you did the same

Turns out that was the start of a beautiful friendship

And eventually a really cute romance

Draken:

All these Toman boys are just gentleman

I swear, they are

But anyways

You were on your way home from cram school and you saw a man out of the corner of your eye

You kept walking hoping you were just freaking out for nothing

Well, you weren’t

Eventually, you saw this guy with a dragon tattoo on the side of his head

He looked scary, but you were desperate

You walked up to him and in your best Japanese, you begged him to help you out and pretend to know you.

Well, Draken was a bit confused at first but he saw the look in your eyes and decided to help you out

He walked with you until he saw the man leave

He handed you his number and asked you to meet him after school the next day

After that, he introduced you to all of his friends, including the boys and Emma

That one act of kindness helped you to feel more comfortable not only that one night, but for the rest of your life in Tokyo

They even helped you learn more Japanese and you helped them with English

You were thankful for Draken’s kindness

And Draken was happy to help someone in need

Please do not copy, modify, translate or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated!

[buccini555]

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬

⊹ ۫ . Tokyo Revengers Boys Reacting to Shy S/O Who Randomly Says Out of Context and Inappropriate Things

౨ৎ H e a d c a n o n s !

‧₊˚ 𝐹𝑡. Manjiro Sano, Hanma Shuji, Kazutora Hanemiya, Mitsuya Takashi, Chifuyu Matsuno and Baji Keisuke

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

"What?" He would say, looking at Y/N with a confused look.

It would probably take him some time to understand a double-meaning joke.

He would complement Y/N's jokes or random lines (Sometimes he would be even worse than her).

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

"What the hell?" He would say, looking at the girl in disbelief, disbelieving that someone so quiet would say something atrocious.

After accepting the girl's speech, he would laugh at her without thinking twice.

Hanma would certainly say something much worse and more inappropriate than the girl to try to compete on who would say more things out of context.

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

It would take him a while to associate any inappropriate speech with the quiet girl, disbelieving for a second that something so random could come out of the mouth of someone so shy and quiet.

He would probably have a fit of laughter in front of everyone.

He would certainly say something much more inappropriate after hearing the girl.

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

He would definitely be embarrassed if he was in front of other people and would try to hide it.

Mitsuya would understand any kind of joke or double-meaning phrase immediately.

He would ask the girl to only be inappropriate when they were alone.

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨

It would take Chifuyu a while to understand a double-meaning phrase, but when he finally did, he would be a little embarrassed.

He would laugh at the girl since he definitely didn't expect any inappropriate speech from her.

"Honey, I don't think that's very appropriate." He would say with an awkward smile.

𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

He would have a fit of laughter in front of everyone and then he would look seriously at the girl in disbelief.

After observing the girl for a brief moment of total silence he would break the silence by making a joke a thousand times more inappropriate.

"I didn't know you were the type of person who says inappropriate things..." He would say laughing with a confident smile. (🥵🥵)

[hoejosatoru]

Tokyo Revengers men + milf/cougar!reader (nsfw)

Ft. Draken, Mikey, Mitsuya, Baji, Kazutora all post time skip

warnings: age gaps, potential power dynamics, mommy kink, oral fem receiving, raw sex, cream pie, hand job, sugar baby, cheating

Draken - cougar hunter

I hc that Draken lovesss older women. Like he hates bull shit and games that girls his age try to play in relationships. He wants someone that knows what they want and has experience. Definitely goes out of his way to seduce older women, its a major turn on for him. Despite the age gap, he is not the submissive one at all.

When the handsome young man slid a drink to you at the bar, you envisioned a few ways the night could play out. None were as good as the one you currently found yourself in. "Fuck you're taking me so good," Draken grunted as he pounded into from behind. Riding back to his place on his motorcycle was such an aphrodisiac that neither of you could make it to the bed.

You gripped the counter tightly, but kept your back perfect arched for Draken. He was so deep inside you it drove him wild. He gripped your ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Hot spit dropped from his mouth to your tight hole. He massaged the tight ring, making you moan. "Don't tease me, Ken, finger me," you demanded, arching your back even more to display yourself to him.

Draken let out a low curse, pressing his thumb into your ass. "You'll be the fucking death of me."

Mikey - kink unlocked

Mikey always thought older women were hot, but he didn't think it would be that different than fucking someone his age. I don't think he was ever really submissive until then, but realizes he likes it. He also never thought about having a mommy kink but then...

Mikey couldn't exactly recall the chain of events that led him to being pinned under his hot older neighbor, but he was very happy to be there. You were letting him suck on your tits while you ground your clothed cunt over his leaky cocky. He groaned as his tongue flicked across your nipple, making your hips stir even more.

"Mmm, you're good with your mouth baby," you complimented. "Gonna make you taste me later. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Little did you know, Mikey spent many evenings fisting his cock to that exact scenario.

"Fuck yeah I wanna taste you so bad." He tried to sit up so he could get you on your back, but you pushed him back down.

"Not yet, wanna ride you first," you nipped at his lip. You slipped out of your underwear, making Mikey curse under his breath at the sight of you. You took his leaky cock in your hands. "Gonna be a good boy for mommy?"

Something switched in Mikey at his words. A low groan escaping his lips at his cock twitched at your words. He never knew how fucking hot that would be. "I'll do anything for you."

Mitsuya - sugar baby

Mitsyua doesn't necessary have a preference of his partner being older or younger, whoever he connects with is what matters. I don't see him as having a mommy kink or anything like that either. I do think older women would naturally gravitate towards him. He's very mature and poised + I think his job in fashion designer would put him in the path of a lot of older women. I could see him developing a sugar baby like relationship with one of his regular costumers.

Mitsyua had always been told not to mix business with pleasure, but when the pleasure looked as good as you, how could he listen to that? You'd been a regular costumer for awhile and you instantly had chemistry. Every time Mistuya got close to you, wrapping his measuring tape around your body, well it was only a matter of time before something happened. That something being a quickie in his dressing room.

Since then you come to get custom garments regularly, often paying more than necessary because you just wanted to spoil Mitsuya. You took him out to a few fancy dinners as well, but your primary hook ups happened at his studio. Which is exactly what happened today. After Mitsuya put you in a sexy little dress - that fit you perfectly he might add - he couldn't even wait to get it off you. He lifted you on to his work desk, hiked up at dress and buried his face in your cunt.

"You look so fucking sexy," Mitsuya mused. His tongue is teasing your swollen clit, making you moan. He slipped a finger inside you, stroking your sweet spot lazily. He wasn't in a hurry to get you off, he never was. He liked to milk each experience for all it was worth.

"Mmm, that's more of compliment for yourself. You did all the work with he dress," you replied. You hooked your leg over his shoulder, pulling him in closer. A not so subtle hint that you weren't as patient as he was.

Mitsuya smirked, picking up the pace of his fingers as he spoke. "Nah, the woman makes the dress. Besides, you look better naked." He attached his lips to your clit, sucking intently. He wouldn't be leaving that spot between your thighs until you were both fully satisfied.

Baji - friend's mom

Baji has absolutely been fantasizing about getting with a friends mom foreverrr. Like it's a sex bucket list thing for him. I don't see him as having a mommy kink or being submissive in this either. I think it's more a power trip thing? Like especially if you're still married he'd lowkey think it's hot you'd risk cheating with him. In general I think it's like the rush of fulfilling a fantasy/risk taking that gets him into it.

Baji had always been the most interesting, and bold, of your son's friends. You were no stranger to their stares, you were a good looking woman. But Baji? He took it a step further. He openly flirty with you when the boys weren't around, secretly found ways to touch you even when they were around. You thought it was harmless and nothing would come of it, until he was at your bedroom door when he should have been sleeping in the basement with the rest of your son and the rest of his friends. Both of you knew what this meant.

"Harder," you urged, wrapping your legs around his waist. He was pounding you into the mattress, but you still wanted more. Your eyes devoured Baji's large, toned frame. The faintest bit of sweat had formed on his abs and you wanted to lick it up. You hadn't been this turned on in a minute.

"You're insatiable," Baji grinned. He loved it, how he could feel the way your body craved him by the way it squeezed his cock. "Your husband not fucking you good enough?" Thank god he was on a business trip this week.

You moaned as loudly as you dared. Your son's room was far down in the basement, but still. "No, never," you whined, "Not like you Baji. Fucking me so good." Baji drank in your words. determined to have you humming on his cock like only he could.

Kazutora - mommy kink

Kazutora has a massive mommy kink. The subbiest boy :(. Definitely seeks out older women to take care of his needs.

"Doing so good for me today baby," you coo at the man laid out on your bed. You had Kazutora stripped down, his hands dutifully at his sides as you stroke his cock. He knows he's not allowed to touch until he's cum, but it's hard for him not to.

"Please, mommy, needa cum so bad it hurts," he whined. You knew he was close; you'd been teasing him for awhile. His body was flushed and his tip was bright red and leaking.

"Aw, my sweet boy is feeling needy, huh?" you kissed his forehead. "Let's get you off, yeah?" Kazutora whimpered as you returned to your ministrations. You pumped him faster, squeezing him higher. The lube you'd covered his pretty cock in made an obscene squelching noise that embarrassed Kazutora, but you only found it hotter.

"Feels so good mommy!" He was breathlessly whimpering, his hips bucking up to fuck your hand. Finally his body twitched as he cum, the hot release spilling down your hand and onto his tummy.

"Good boy."

[baby-tini]

Mikey brainrot 😍

OG Timeline Mikey with a serious breeding kink even though he’s always busy, he takes any opportunity to fill reader 😭

oooo Mikey with a breeding kink 🤤🤤🤤

-OG Manjiro Sano is definitely a creampie kind of guy, he keeps you filled to the brim constantly. Where ever he can, whenever he can. He thinks it would be a waste too just you wipe it off or for it too go into a condom. He's always liked fucking your pussy raw better anyway. -He likes you nice and messy for him, he also likes too watch it leak out of your pretty cunt, just so he can push it back in with his fingers, he won't be too happy if you let any of it leak out. -He doesn't care which position he fills you in, but, if he had too choose, it would most likely be missionary. A little basic, but, he prefers too watch your facial expressions as he cums in you. The way your back arches when he rubs tight circles into your clit has his eyes rolling back. Especially when he cums in you and you squeeze him tighter, trying too take him for all he's worth. -Mikey can be so fucking nasty sometimes, because it's not just your pussy that he likes too keep filled, he likes too keep that smart little mouth of yours full too. He'll fuck his fingers into your sloppy cunt, only too pull out his fingers, coated in his own cum, and yours. Only too slip them in your mouth, keeping his cum on your tongue until he's done with you, and you better not swallow any of it either, unless he tells you too. Because he'll just fill your mouth up again, but double the amount, until it's spilling from your between your lips. -He likes having you bounce on his cock as you beg and plead for him too fill you up makes him feral, he looses it when you tell him how much you love when he cums in you, how he always fills you so nicely. Begging for his cum too fill you up until you physically can't hold anymore, until it's quite literally spilling out of you in a thick stream, getting your thighs all sticky and messy with the thick liquid. -He loves fucking you in doggy too though, he'll spread your ass cheeks apart so he can watch his cock fuck into you as he spits, adding more lubricant so he can fuck you more efferently. Wrapping your hair around his hand as he pulls your back flush against his chest, whispering the most fucked up shit your ear as your mouth hangs open, nothing coming out as tears slip down your cheeks. -He takes videos of your little... sessions. He's away quite a lot, meaning he can't fuck you as much as he'd like too, but that's okay, because he makes sure he takes enough footage too hold him over until he makes it back to you, so ha can fill you in person. He'll have you hold your legs open, each arm under one of your thighs, holding them still so he can spread your lips open, zooming in on the white cream spilling out, only too spread all over your pussy. Using his cum too make easier for him too rub your clit as he catches yet another of your orgams on camera. -As I've stated, he likes too keep your mouth quiet when you're not using it too scream for him, but he likes too turn it into a little game. If you can manage too keep every single drop of his cum in your mouth, he'll let you cum as much as you want, however you want. But, if you do fuck up, he's not gonna be very forgiving, you won't get too cum at all. Bad girls don't get rewarded with orgasms, you should know that by now pretty baby, did you forget, huh? Speak up, he can't hear you... oh wait, your mouth is full, huh? It's okay, he'll remind you. -He also likes too cum in your panties as your wearing them, pulling you to somewhere barley discreate, he'll have you pull down your panties a little bit as he pulls his cock, pumping it too get him hard as he watches your pretty face as your lips form into a pout as you plead with him too cum in your panties, whining at him too please rub his tip on your clit as you feel his cum already soaking through the thin cloth as he sends you away with a pat on your ass. -It's a privilege too be filled and thoroughly fucked by the Invincible Mikey, so you better say thank you when he's done with you, yeah?

[wellterr]

save him

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

The Haitani brother's new game animation!

Not Ran making Rindou carry his jacket though

[married-to-google-translater]

Nahh bro, imagine trying to divorce bonten mikey

I got ya~

Bonten Manjiro "Mikey" Sano

Mikey never wanted to hear those words.

He would have lost a lot of people in his life and he wouldn't want you to be one of them.

However, this situation would not be so surprising.

Mikey really did a lot of criminal shit and that could be hard to accept.

Another reason could be how cold and sometimes mean Mikey could be.

This relationship would definitely not be the healthiest.

This would cause an argument between the two of you...

An argument that would end with Mikey letting you go.

He would probably be so confused by the situation that he wouldn't think straight.

However, your departure has serious consequences.

Mikey would probably get really depressed when you were gone too.

This was at the latest the point where he lost all his joy in life.

Mikey wouldn't really eat or drink anything anymore.

No one would be able to contact him.

Sanzu would probably worry about Mikey's change in behavior.

We all know how loyal Sanzu would be to Mikey.

Chances are he would drag you back.

You're lucky you're not dead lol

On the one hand, you didn't want to be in a relationship with Mikey... but on the other hand, Sanzu had a gun.

You really weren't crazy enough to test Sanzu

[jellybelly-may]

❝𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐑𝐞𝐯 𝐒𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!❞

Kawata Twins (with a younger sibling!) [platonic!]

"gah! stop it nahoya! souya help me!!"

cw: smiley being smiley

✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.

General Hcs:

If you think the Haitani’s were protective

Think again

The twins will need to know your whereabouts, locations, or heck even escort to wherever you wanna go

As the youngest sibling, you’re the precious baby sibling of the Kawata twins, and they take their role seriously

always on high alert when it comes to your safety

calls you “Squirt” because you’re the youngest and smallest

The twins will play harmless pranks on you like switching places to see if you can tell them apart

You’ve gotten so good at recognizing the subtle differences that you can always tell who’s who, much to their frustration and to your delight

ofc there’s always some sibling rivalry between the three of you

video games, racing bikes, or even who can eat the most ramen 

You name it, you’ve done it

movie nights! the three of you have a tradition of watching movies together on weekends

Smiley always picks action movies, Angry prefers emotional dramas, and you’re stuck in the middle, trying to find a compromise

In the end, you usually end up watching a mix, with lots of popcorn and commentary from Smiley and loud yips from your pet dog pomeranian (check smiley’s official character book about the dog)

Matching accessories!!!

The three of you have matching bracelets that Smiley insisted on getting.

it’s a silent reminder that your brothers are always with you, even when they’re not physically around

✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.

Nahoya/ Smiley 😆

teasing galore from this a-hole

loves to tease you endlessly, especially about your height or how you look up to him (literally and figuratively)

despite his constant teasing, you know it’s all in good fun

if someone else tries to tease you, he’s the first to step in

definitely has a soft spot for his siblings

shows it through his protective actions, like checking in on you more often than needed

probably forces you to learn how to ride a motorcycle “in case of emergency!” he says :D 

laughs at you when you stall the bike 

also probably teaches you how to fight 

“for fun!” :D 

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Souya/ Angry 😡

the one to patch you up! surprisingly good at it too!

when nahoya is teasing you, souya tries to defend you

but ends up getting teased as well

like nahoya, souya is protective of you too

he may not be most talkative compare to his brother

angry quietly leaves snacks or small gifts in your room when you’re feeling down

or he will silently sit with until you feel better 

souya’s has a knack for fooling people too!

especially you 

“who ate my ramen? :c ”

“probably ‘hoya, saw him going through the pantry >:c ”

with his serious expression, you always fall for it 

until you notice his minor gesture he does when he lies

asshole

don’t be mad though! he buys back more snacks for you to replace the ‘missing’ food

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Bonus scene:

Movie nights at the Kawata household were always...lively.

The three (more like two) are in full-on bickering mode as you all scramble to prepare snacks and argue over what to watch. In the middle of it all, PomPom, your family's Pomeranian sits on the couch, tilting its head in curiosity at the chaos unfolding around it.

Nahoya grins widely, holding up two action DVD's.

“C’mon, let’s just watch something exciting! This one’s got explosions!” He waves the DVDs at you and Souya, clearly excited.

“I mean, who doesn’t like a good explosion?”

You roll your eyes while searching through the pantry for snacks.

“Yeah, 'hoya, but we’ve seen that one, like, five times already! Besides, it’s my turn to choose, and I want to watch something funny.”

Nahoya groaned at your response.

Souya softly mutters while carefully pouring popcorn into a bowl.

“Anything but horror, please. I won’t be able to sleep for a week…”

Nahoya laughs and ruffles his twin's hair. “Afraid of ghosts, huh? Fine, no horror.”

He pauses, looking at you with a mischievous grin. “But we’re still watching something action-packed. No arguments!”

Grabbing a bag of chips, you narrow your eyes at Nahoya.

“Who made you the boss of movie night?! I’m picking comedy! PomPom agrees with me, right?”

You glance at the small Pomeranian, who simply yips energetically from the couch, clearly excited but having no idea what’s going on.

With a rare smile, Souya offered PomPom a piece of popcorn. "PomPom’s vote doesn’t count. Besides, I’d rather watch something calm, not too loud.”

Nahoya snatches the remote with his trademark grin. “Too bad! Action it is—majority rules!”

He gestures dramatically toward PomPom. “Me and PomPom, we’re a team!”

You chased after him. “Not fair! PomPom just wants snacks!”

Souya sat on the couch with PomPom by his side, his expression serious but soft.

“How 'bout this? Action-comedy. No explosions, just funny fights.”

The peach-haired boy pouts slightly but shrugs. “Fine, fine, I’ll allow it. As long as there’s a little action.”

You grinned and tossed a chip at Nahoya.

“Deal! Let’s finally settle on something before PomPom falls asleep waiting.” With a truce in place, the three of you settle on the couch with snacks in hand.

The movie starts rolling and for once, the chaos subsides as you all enjoy the night, occasionally laughing or teasing each other during the best scenes. PomPom snuggles into a blanket, letting out a content sigh, clearly the happiest with the arrangement.

[bebe-writes-stuff]

Title: 7 minutes in heaven

Pairing: Baji x Reader

Summary: It started out as a fun silly little game but now you’re both stuck here.

(Fluff + some kissing) ( No warnings)

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It was dark.

Not pitch-black, but that claustrophobic kind of dim where only a thin sliver of light crept in through the crack of the closet door. Enough to catch glimpses—the slight gleam of Baji’s earring, the edge of your shoe toe-to-toe with his, the rise and fall of his chest just inches from yours.

You weren’t sure how you ended up in here—no, scratch that. You were sure. This had Chifuyu written all over it.

Stupid party. Stupid game. Stupid friends.

You shifted slightly, trying—and failing—to wedge yourself against the wall without brushing up against him. But the closet was laughably small. Your shoulder bumped his. He tensed. So did you.

Silence. Awkward. Suffocating.

You cleared your throat, desperate to break the tension before it swallowed you whole. “So… this is fun.”

Baji let out a dry laugh, low and short. “Yeah. Real fun. Who actually plays this game?”

You smirked, trying to hide your nerves. “Apparently us.”

Another beat of silence. You could hear voices outside the door—laughter, music—but it all felt muffled. Distant. Like the closet had its own world, one way too small for how fast your heart was beating.

“So…” you tried again, eyes fixed on that thin line of light, “what would you be doing if you weren’t in a closet right now?”

Baji scoffed softly. “Eating Mikey’s snacks before Draken fights him for them.”

You laughed—nervous, but real. “Sounds about right.”

Then a pause.

“…What about you?” he asked, voice a bit quieter this time.

You glanced at him in the dimness, the curve of his jaw just visible. “Avoiding this exact situation.”

He huffed a breath that might’ve been a laugh or a sigh. “Yeah. Me too.”

Neither of you moved. Shoulder to shoulder, trying not to notice how warm the other felt.

And neither of you noticed that the minutes were stretching far past seven.

The longer you sat in that cramped closet, the easier it got to ignore the awkward silence—and instead lean into teasing.

“Well,” you muttered, nudging his foot lightly with yours, “at least you smell better than I expected.”

He snorted. “Wow. Thanks. That the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me?”

You smirked in the dark. “I can take it back, you know.”

“No, no,” he said, trying—and failing—to sound offended. “I’ll treasure it forever.”

That made you both laugh, the sound echoing slightly in the tiny space. It felt stupidly easy, like the tension had cracked open just a little. Baji leaned back against the wall, shaking his head.

“Swear, Chifuyu’s dead when I get out of here. I knew he was acting weird.”

“Oh please,” you said, rolling your eyes. “The second he said ‘you’ll thank me later,’ we should’ve run.”

“You did walk in here though.”

“So did you.”

“…Touché.”

You both laughed again, your knees bumping this time—and neither of you pulled away.

But then Baji’s laughter slowed. His eyes darted toward the faint light on his watch. “…Wait. That was definitely more than seven minutes.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I’m serious.” He leaned forward, knocking on the door. “Yo! Time’s up! Let us out already!”

No answer.

Your brows furrowed. You twisted the doorknob—and froze. “It’s locked.”

Baji’s voice dropped an octave. “What?”

“I’m serious.” You jiggled it again. Nothing. “They locked us in—!”

“Oh, hell no.” He turned to the door, now more irritated than amused. “Oi! CHIFUYU! Open the damn door!”

Nothing but muffled laughter from outside.

“Oh you bastards—”

He smacked his palm against the door a little harder than the space could handle, and in his frustration, he shifted too far. His elbow bumped into your side, your balance tilted, and you stumbled—

“Whoa—!”

In a heartbeat, his arms caught you. One around your waist, one braced against the wall behind you.

The air shifted.

Your palms landed against his chest. Close. Way too close.

Baji blinked, his voice suddenly softer. “…You okay?”

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Y-Yeah. Just… lost my balance.”

His arms stayed where they were. Holding you just enough. Not letting go.

Neither of you moved.

“…They so planned this,” you muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

Baji’s lips twitched. “Yeah. They did.”

But this time, he didn’t sound mad. Just… thoughtful.

You stayed like that—frozen in his arms—for a moment too long. Long enough to realize you weren’t exactly trying to pull away.

And before you could second-guess yourself, your body moved on instinct. Maybe it was the warmth of him, the way his arms had tightened just slightly when you stumbled.

You let your head rest against his chest.

It wasn’t dramatic. Just a quiet little movement. Soft. Familiar, even. Like it had always been there, waiting for a moment like this.

But then you heard it.

His heartbeat.

Fast. Way too fast. Thundering beneath your ear like it was trying to punch its way out of his ribcage.

You blinked against the fabric of his shirt, surprised. “…Are you okay?”

There was a pause. And when he finally answered, his voice was low. Rough around the edges.

“…Would you believe me if I said I wasn’t?”

Your breath caught.

His tone wasn’t sarcastic. It wasn’t cocky or teasing. It was real. Honest.

Something fluttered in your chest—nerves, warmth, something in between. Before you could stop yourself, your arms lifted and wrapped around him. Not in a stumble, not in a joke.

A hug.

A real one.

He stiffened for a second, like he didn’t know what to do with it. And then slowly, wordlessly, his arms wrapped around you too. Tighter this time. Like he wasn’t planning on letting go.

“…You’re really warm,” you murmured, mostly to fill the silence.

“Yeah,” he said against your hair. “That might be your fault.”

You smiled into his chest.

You stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, the silence now soft and full—not awkward like before.

After a few moments, you tilted your head up slightly, your voice quiet but curious.

“Do you know why they did this?”

Baji blinked down at you, caught off guard. “Huh?”

“You know,” you said, your voice a little more teasing now. “Why they shoved us in here. Out of everyone.”

He shrugged, shifting a little. “Dunno. No clue.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him properly. “Liar.”

He blinked.

“You always know what’s up with your friends,” you said softly. “You notice everything. Especially when it comes to them. So why are you pretending not to now?”

That shut him up.

For a long moment, he didn’t say anything. Just looked at you—really looked.

Then finally, quietly, he muttered, “Yeah.”

His arms dropped from your waist, like he needed them free to talk with, to explain. His fingers raked through his hair.

“Yeah,” he said finally, voice low. “I know.”

He stared past you for a second like he was sorting through his thoughts—then suddenly, the words came pouring out before he could stop them.

“First day I met you, I remember you rolled your eyes at me so hard I thought they’d get stuck. I thought you hated me,” he said with a breathless, almost disbelieving laugh. “But then you offered me half your damn sandwich like it was no big deal. After that, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You froze, heart thudding as he continued.

“Whenever I see something nice—like, really nice—my first thought’s always, ‘would you like it?’ I catch myself looking for stuff to tell you about. Like I wanna be the first to show you, hear you laugh, get you to roll your eyes at me again.”

His arms went around you, holding you like he was scared you’d vanish if he let go.

“I always want to protect you. Even when you don’t need it. Even when it’s just someone talking bad about you, or you pushing yourself too hard. I just—I dunno. You’re important to me. More than I ever say. Probably more than I should’ve let happen.”

Then, his eyes widened a little, realization crashing in.

“…Shit. Sorry. That was probably—ugh, that was too much. I didn’t mean to—if I’m annoying you or making this weird—”

You didn’t let him finish.

You leaned in and kissed him.

Simple. Soft. Real.

And it shut him up immediately.

You felt him tense for a heartbeat, then melt into it, hands slowly finding their way back to your waist, pulling you closer like he’d been waiting for this moment without even realizing it.

“…You’re not annoying,” you whispered. “You never were Baji.”

He let out a groan—half annoyed, half flustered—as he dragged a hand down his face.

“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered. “Can you just—please—call me by my first name?”

You blinked, a little startled. “What?”

“You heard me.” He glanced at you, eyes flickering between yours and your lips. “Say it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “…Keisuke.”

The effect was immediate. His breath caught, jaw tightening slightly like the sound of it hit him harder than he was ready for.

He stared at you like you’d just pulled the ground out from under him. “…Say it again.”

That was all it took.

He leaned in and kissed you again—deeper this time, his hands finding your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left to pretend. It wasn’t nervous or awkward anymore—it was real, urgent, like he’d waited too long to stop himself now.

Between kisses, he murmured against your mouth, “I love hearing you say my name.”

You barely had a second to breathe before he trailed his lips from your mouth down to your jaw, then to your neck—warm, slow kisses turning into something more heated. Your breath hitched as he kissed just below your ear, then lower, his lips grazing your skin until—

“Keisuke…” you whispered, voice unsteady.

He let out a low hum, his hands roaming up your sides, grounding you as his lips marked you—one, two—soft hickeys left behind like secrets only he was allowed to know.

But then he paused.

You felt it in the shift of his breath, the tension in his shoulders.

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. His thumb brushed against your cheek, gentle now. “You okay with this?”

You nodded, cheeks warm, heart pounding. “Yeah… I am.”

He smiled—soft, almost shy. “Good. Because I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

But just as his lips were about to find yours again, reality came crashing back with a faint snicker from outside the door.

Right. The closet. The party. Their friends.

Baji sighed like it physically pained him to stop. He gave you one last kiss—slow, lingering—then let go, fists clenching like he needed to do something with all the heat and energy now stuck in his chest.

You raised an eyebrow. “Wait. What are you—”

“Screw this,” he muttered—and then, with a swift kick and a sharp CRACK, the closet door broke open, wood splintering around the lock.

Light poured in. A few gasps and shouts followed.

Baji stepped out first, shaking off his hair, then turned back to offer you his hand like the smug, slightly flushed delinquent he was.

“Seven minutes, huh?” he said with a crooked grin. “Took a little longer.”

The room went dead silent.

Baji strode out like he hadn’t just demolished a door and made out with you in a closet for who-knows-how-long. You followed close behind, cheeks flushed, hair slightly tousled, his hand still gripping yours.

Chifuyu gawked. “You actually broke the—wait. Wait. Did you guys—?”

Smiley whistled low. “Told you it’d work.”

Draken folded his arms, raising a brow. “Took you two long enough.”

Mikey, sitting cross-legged on the couch with snacks in his lap, just grinned. “So… when’s the wedding?”

You rolled your eyes.

But neither of you let go of each other’s hand.

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