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izanacore · 1 month ago

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“this love (will be your downfall)” | ran haitani x reader

one-shot 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: at her lavish birthday party, y/n meets the mysterious ran haitani. their night takes a dangerous turn, leading to an unexpected connection. but what y/n doesn’t know is that ran has his own hidden agenda involving her powerful father, setting the stage for a game of control and manipulation.

characters: ran haitani, fem! reader

warnings: smut (18+), explicit sexual content, dubcon, blackmail, coercion, power imbalance, age gap, manipulation, drug use, smoking, non-consensual recording, degradation, threats, criminal activities, abusive dynamics, revenge plot, creampie, face-fucking, tongue-fucking, slapping, cumplay, hair pulling, overstimulation, unprotected sex

notes: y/n just turned 20 (consenting adult), and ran is 35. mdni. y/n is also gullible like?? but it’s ran haitani, so we cannot blame her! if there’s any content warnings i missed, feel free to reach me.

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the bass thumped through the club, loud enough to shake the floors, loud enough to make her forget just how many bodies were pressed together, dancing under the dim, neon lights. y/n’s birthday party was in full swing—private, extravagant, packed. she had booked the entire place for the night, and of course, almost everyone from her university was here. she was famous for this—for throwing the kind of parties people talked about for weeks.

“happy birthday, y/n!!!” someone shouted, and the room erupted in cheers.

she was at the center of it all—the mayor’s daughter, draped in a short red dress that left little to the imagination, a bottle of whiskey in hand, lips curling around the rim as she took a deep gulp. the alcohol burned down her throat, but the heat of the room, the energy in the air, drowned it out. she swayed to the music, hips rolling, body moving, tempting.

and then there was him.

sitting at the bar, watching. much older than anyone else in the room. the kind of man who didn’t belong here, yet owned every space he stepped into. long, lazy limbs, one hand wrapped around his glass, purple eyes locked onto her. studying her.

y/n drained the rest of her whiskey and stumbled toward the bar, pressing her palms onto the cool counter. “uh… excuse me, can i get another one of this? thank youuuu!” her voice was light, airy—drunk.

“nice party you have here, miss.”

she blinked, turning her head. a man, leaning against the bar beside her. tall, striking, his voice smooth like honey and just as dangerous.

her brows furrowed slightly. “uh…? do i know you?”

“my apologies.” a lazy smirk curled his lips as he extended a hand. “ran haitani.”

y/n’s gaze flickered to it before she turned away, ignoring the gesture entirely. instead, she reached for the fresh bottle the bartender slid toward her.

“well, mr. haitani, i hope you have fun tonight,” she said, voice playful as she tipped the bottle up, already prepared to walk away.

but she didn’t get far.

a firm grip circled her wrist, and suddenly, she was pulled in. too close. her breath hitched as she found herself inches from him, the scent of expensive cologne and whiskey clouding her senses.

“as the host of the party,” ran murmured, eyes dark, “don’t you think you should entertain your guests, hm?”

y/n tilted her head, lips twitching into a smirk. she was easy to persuade, and he knew it. “what do you have in mind?”

ran’s hand slid down to her waist, fingers pressing in as he tugged her even closer—as if they weren’t already pressed together. her free hand landed on his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt.

“is the private lounge available?” his voice was smooth, teasing.

she nodded.

his smirk deepened, wicked and knowing. he leaned in, breath hot against her skin, lips brushing her neck in the lightest of kisses.

“you smell so nice…” he murmured. “shall i meet you there?”

excitement curled low in her stomach. she had just turned twenty. she wanted to try something new, something thrilling, something… mature. and she had a feeling this man could give her exactly what she craved.

she pulled back, handing her bottle off to one of her friends, mumbling a half-hearted excuse. they whined, but she barely heard them. her mind was already elsewhere.

ran was already walking away, heading up the stairs to the private lounge.

and y/n?

she followed.

the private lounge was dimly lit, quieter than the chaos downstairs. y/n pushed the door open, heart still thrumming from the alcohol and the anticipation twisting in her gut. but as her gaze landed on the man inside, her breath caught.

ran was standing by the nightstand, casually tipping a small packet of white powder onto the surface.

he noticed her lingering by the doorway and smirked. “wanna try?”

she hesitated. she’d never gone beyond alcohol before. never dared to. but tonight was about new experiences. about feeling something different. something… thrilling.

so she nodded.

with a quiet click, she locked the door behind her and stepped closer, dropping to her knees by the nightstand. but now that she was here, staring at the fine white powder, she realized—she had no idea what to do.

ran watched her closely, reading the hesitation in her fingers as she hovered uncertainly. “haven’t tried before?” his voice was low, amused.

she shook her head, lips parting slightly in innocence.

ran’s smirk deepened.

“stick out your tongue for me, baby.”

she obeyed instantly, mouth opening, tongue flicking out just as he reached for her. long fingers gripped her jaw, pressing into her cheeks just enough to keep her still.

with a slow, deliberate motion, he scooped up some of the powder onto his thumb and dragged it across her tongue.

“suck.”

her lips wrapped around his finger, warm and soft, and ran groaned quietly. she barely noticed, too focused on the bitter taste dissolving on her tongue.

“good girl.”

heat curled in her stomach at those words. she didn’t understand why, but the way he said it—low, rough, approving—made something inside her stir.

“wanna try more?”

she nodded obediently.

ran inhaled a line himself, tilting his head back slightly as he exhaled, eyes flickering to her. “try it like that.”

she copied him, the rush hitting her instantly. her body felt lighter, her head dizzy with an intoxicating mix of alcohol, drugs, and the heavy presence of the man before her.

soon, the powder on the table was nearly gone, and y/n was sinking onto the floor, high, weightless, consumed.

and then—she watched as ran shrugged off his coat, fingers leisurely unbuttoning his polo.

her breath hitched.

his gaze dropped to her.

“fuck.” ran exhaled, tilting his head, watching her like prey. “look at you… you’re begging to be fucked, aren’t ya?”

before she could even process his words, he was kneeling in front of her, fingers tangling in her hair, forcing her to look up at him.

“i’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

his voice was dangerous, dripping with wicked promise.

and she let him.

ran yanked her hair, guiding her toward the bed before spreading her legs apart with his hands. his gaze stayed on her as he kissed along her inner thighs, lips trailing over her soft skin before marking her with bites. he licked over the fresh marks, savoring the way she shivered beneath him.

without hesitation, he tore her panties, exposing her completely. his eyes darkened as he spit onto her core, then used two fingers to spread her apart. before she could react, his tongue was on her, flicking against her heat. her hand shot to his hair, fingers tugging as a gasp left her lips, but ran easily pinned her wrists down. he ate her out mercilessly, tongue fucking into her before moving to her clit, making her a trembling, moaning mess beneath him.

“fucking slut, your legs are shaking,” he chuckled before diving back in.

“your tongue feels so fucking good inside me��oh god!” she moaned, voice breathy and desperate.

ran glanced up at her, amusement flickering in his gaze. “boys your age don’t eat you out like this?”

she shook her head, barely able to form words. “no—no one’s as good as you.”

a few more strokes of his tongue, and she came suddenly, body tensing as pleasure crashed over her. her thighs twitched in his hold, breath catching as she rode out the high.

ran didn’t waste a second. he dragged his fingers through the wetness still dripping from her, collecting her release before slipping them into his mouth. his tongue swirled around them as he sucked, letting out a pleased hum while keeping his gaze locked on hers.

she could only watch, dazed, her body still trembling from overstimulation.

but he wasn’t done. his hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he gave a slow, deliberate lick from her bottom to her clit, making her jolt beneath him.

“fuck—” she gasped, body twitching from the aftershocks.

her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, overwhelmed. he smirked at the sight before moving up, caressing her cheek before landing a light slap.

“let’s put that filthy mouth to use, hm?”

she nodded.

he stepped away from the bed, fingers working to unbuckle his belt.

y/n slid off the mattress, dropping to her knees in front of him without hesitation. but the moment she saw him fully, she froze—it was bigger than she expected. she had never taken someone this size before.

“don’t keep me waiting,” ran warned, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

she wrapped her fingers around him, giving the tip a few slow, teasing licks before taking him into her mouth. her pace was careful at first, but ran was growing impatient. “tsk,” he clicked his tongue, watching her with narrowed eyes.

without warning, he placed both hands on either side of her head to steady her as he fucked her mouth. a muffled moan escaped her as he took control, his cock pushing deeper past her lips. ran let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying the sight of her wide eyes and the way she struggled to take him in.

tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she worked to keep up, but the way she looked at him—completely wrecked with pleasure—sent a new wave of heat through him. ran didn’t want anything else in this moment. this was heaven.

after all, her father was nothing but a corrupt politician—pulling strings, making backdoor deals with bonten, yet never paying what he owed. promises stacked on top of lies, and ran had grown tired of the excuses. the stress of it all weighed on him, and now, looking at her, he figured—if her father wasn’t going to settle his debts, then ran would take his payment in another way—by fucking his daughter’s mouth to release some stress. it was his fault anyway.

pleasure coursed through him, his grip tightening as he let his head fall back, eyes fluttering shut. the sight alone had y/n growing wetter—his unbuttoned shirt exposing defined abs, his parted lips drawing in uneven breaths. it didn’t matter anymore if ran used her. all the pain and pleasure were worth it. she wanted to etch this moment into her memory forever.

ran pulled back after a few more thrusts, watching as y/n cupped her own breasts through her clothes, tilting her head back with her tongue out—wordlessly asking for it. he smirked. “what a fucking slut,” he muttered, stroking himself a few more times before spilling across her tongue.

some of it dripped down, staining her dress, and he shuddered slightly at the sight. it was filthy. intoxicating. watching her swallow without hesitation only made his smirk widen.

were all girls her age this wild? this reckless, yet still carrying that underlying innocence? it was a perfect combination. perfect for someone like him.

ran leaned back against the headboard, running a hand through his hair, looking effortlessly gorgeous. y/n sat there, stunned. how had she ended up here—with a man like him? no one her age could compare. they were all immature, clueless, and terrible in bed. but ran? he had experience, and she could feel every bit of it. she had always wanted someone older, someone who knew what they were doing—and god, was she loving it.

“come here,” ran murmured, his voice low and commanding. she hesitated for only a second before moving onto his lap. his sharp eyes traced over her like he was sizing her up, and then he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“what do you think about being my girlfriend?” he asked, so casually it almost felt unreal.

“w-what?” her breath hitched. it wasn’t like she didn’t want to. hell, she did—badly. he was exactly her type. older, confident, devastatingly attractive. but she never thought someone like him would want her. surely, he was better suited for someone more refined, someone who had her life together, not a girl still figuring things out.

“i said, be my girlfriend.” ran repeated, watching her reaction closely.

“w-we just met today… shouldn’t we go on a few dates first?” she asked, trying to be rational.

ran chuckled, his fingers tracing slow patterns on her back as he found the zipper of her dress. “does it matter, baby? i can take you on as many dates as you want once you’re mine.” his voice was smooth, confident, leaving no room for argument. as he dragged the zipper down, his lips followed, pressing soft kisses along her shoulders, down her arms, between the valley of her breasts. when he looked up at her again, his eyes were dark, unreadable.

for y/n, this was exactly what she wanted. the moment she laid eyes on ran downstairs, she knew—she had to have him. but for ran? that was more than just desire. it was the perfect way to get under her father’s skin.

ran pulled her closer, his hands gripping her waist as he pressed his lips to her neck. his touch was firm yet careful, guiding her as she rocked against him, the slickness between them making every movement easier. his hands slid down to her ass, helping her grind against him as he let out a low groan.

“shit… you’re making me hard again,” he muttered, tilting his head back, eyes dark with hunger.

the heat between them was unbearable now. ran cupped the back of her neck, pulling her in for a deep, messy kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a filthy rhythm. his lips traveled lower, latching onto one of her breasts while his hand kneaded the other. “fuck, ran…” she moaned, her body arching into his touch.

he pulled away slightly, smirking as he brushed a thumb over her swollen lips. “call me daddy, hm?”

her breath hitched, but she nodded, eager to please. ran chuckled, clearly entertained by her willingness. “such a good girl,” he murmured, his large hands roaming her body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

“gonna stretch this little pussy out by daddy, do you like that?” he teased, his voice low and dripping with promise.

she whimpered, still grinding against him, too lost in pleasure to form a coherent response. ran grabbed her chin, making her look at him. “answer me when i ask you a question.”

“y-yes… yes, daddy,” she gasped, her body trembling against him.

his palm came down on her ass, the sharp sting making her whimper. “good girl.”

she bit her lip before whispering, “do you have a condom?”

ran exhaled, brushing his fingers along her jaw. “not on me, baby. but we don’t need it, right? i’ll just pull out.”

“you promise?”

“i promise.”

but ran was never one to play fair.

he motioned for her to lift her hips slightly, his hands gripping her thighs as he guided his cock through her slick folds. “fuck, you’re dripping for me,” he murmured, watching the way her body responded to him.

how could she not? the sight of him alone—his tattoos on full display, his toned body beneath her—was enough to drive her crazy. his thick cock pressing against her entrance only made her needier.

“daddy, it’s unfair… you’re still clothed. wanna take this off,” she pouted, tugging lightly at his waistband in a silent request.

ran paused his movements as his gaze darkened. “who said you could demand shit from me?”

“just don’t want you getting uncomfortable…” she admitted, ran grinned at the sight. that sweet, innocent expression—ran could never get enough of it.

ran kissed her again, this time guiding her onto her back until she was lying beneath him. he pulled off his polo shirt in front of her, revealing his tattoos, then discarded his pants. before y/n could even process the sight, ran was already pressing inside her, stretching her out in a way that had her moaning loudly. he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, angling deeper.

the way she clenched around him had his breath hitching. she was gripping him so perfectly, it was addictive—too good. he was getting lost in the feeling, in the way her body wrapped around him. it had him groaning low in his throat.

“fuck, your pussy’s so tight—won’t even let me go, huh?”

y/n felt overwhelmed, every sensation making her dizzy. was it just because of him? was it the drugs affecting her system? or was she just too horny? regardless, she loved everything ran was giving her.

but then, ran suddenly stopped.

“ran—daddy—please!” she whined, already a mess beneath him.

he chuckled at her desperation, amusement flickering in his gaze. “what does my baby want?” his voice was thick with pleasure, just as affected as she was.

“want—you! want more of you.”

“say you’re my girlfriend first, then i’ll move.”

“w-what?”

ran chuckled, tilting his head. “already dumbfucked, baby? i said, tell me you wanna be my girlfriend, and i’ll give you what you want.”

“i am! i’m your girlfriend now—please! please, i want more!”

“you mean that?”

“y-yes! just—please—”

ran pushed back inside her, this time moving faster and deeper. y/n couldn't think straight anymore, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure. she felt like she was drowning in it.

meanwhile, in ran's mind, everything was going exactly as he wanted. his plan was set in motion, and he was going to enjoy every second of it. the way she responded to him was just a bonus.

"daddy, i'm gonna-" y/n gasped, her body tensing as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.

with a few more thrusts, she came undone again, her body trembling. tears pricked at the corners of her eyes on how intense it all felt.

but ran wasn't finished yet. instead, he pulled out and leaned back against the headboard, grabbing y/n's arms to guide her into position. her back pressed against his chest, her legs spread as he helped her settle over him.

easily sliding back inside her, ran held her thighs, keeping her steady as he moved again. y/n buried her face in his neck, breathy moans spilling from her lips. her lips brushed against his skin before she captured his mouth in a desperate kiss, and ran, amused, let her take what she wanted.

her tongue slipping into his mouth in a messy kiss. ran didn’t pull away—in fact, he enjoyed how needy she was for him.

“fuck, i’m getting addicted to this pussy,” he groaned, his pace becoming rougher, faster. the pleasure was too much, building inside y/n again until she was teetering on the edge, “only mine to fuck.”

“shit, baby, i’m close,” ran gritted out, his grip tightening on her thighs.

“daddy… pull out…” y/n managed to whisper between her moans, her body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure.

but her words fell on deaf ears as he kept fucking her.

“ran, please—” she was in a position where she couldn’t move, her legs held together by ran.

shit, she thought. ran wasn’t pulling out—but with how good it felt, she didn’t want him to, either.

“fuck! fuck!!!” ran cursed, gripping her tighter as he reached his peak, his movements growing more intense as he pushed deeper. he came inside her, wanting to bury himself as far as possible.

the sensation overwhelmed y/n, sending her over the edge right after him. her mind went blank, lost in the pleasure that consumed her.

all her overthinking disappeared the moment she felt his warm release. it was the first time someone had come inside her, and the feeling was different—so much better than pulling out or using a condom. she’d just take a pill later. for now, she wanted to feel the sensation of ran’s cum filling her.

her body trembled in his hold, breaths uneven as she tried to steady herself. ran didn’t pull away immediately, rolling his hips slowly drawing out every last drop of his release, making sure he filled her completely. silence filled the room, broken only by their heavy breathing.

ran carefully lowered her leg before slowly pulling out, a low sigh escaping him at the loss of warmth. he couldn’t believe it—out of all the women he’d been with, this was the most intense sex he’d ever had. and it was with her. the daughter of the bastard he was supposed to be after. fifteen years younger than him. fuck.

he let her rest against his chest, both of them catching their breaths, bodies still buzzing from the high. his fingers absentmindedly brushed strands of hair away from her face before pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. reaching over to the nightstand, ran grabbed a cigarette, lighting it with a practiced ease before taking a slow drag, the smoke curling lazily in the dimly lit room.

after a few moments, y/n tilted her head up, looking at him with a sweet, dazed smile. god, he was gorgeous. she still couldn’t believe someone like him was finally hers. her father always dismissed her past boyfriends, calling them lowlifes, immature, unworthy of her. but maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. ran was older, mature, and carried himself with a sense of class. he wasn’t like the boys her age. surely, her father would approve of him.

even if they had just met.

but, well… the dates could come after, just like ran said. right?

but for ran… well, he had other plans.

her phone buzzed on the nightstand, drawing her attention. she reached for it, settling back against ran’s chest as she read the message.

it was from her father, asking what time she’d be home since it was already late—and reminding her that he had only booked the venue until 1 a.m.

he took a slow drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he peeked at her screen. almost immediately, a wicked idea took root in his mind.

“let me take you home,” he offered, his voice sweet, innocent—completely masking the real intentions brewing beneath.

“okay!” she beamed, excitement lacing her tone. “oh! i’ll introduce you to my dad too, if that’s okay? i’m sure he’ll love you!”

ran took another drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke curl past his lips as he watched her with amusement. he simply nodded, playing along. things were unfolding far smoother than he could have hoped. he could already picture the bastard’s face when she introduced him as her boyfriend. after everything her father had done to bonten—after the headache he’d caused by stirring conflict between him and koko over an unpaid debt—ran was going to enjoy every second of this.

once they were dressed, they headed out to ran’s car.

the ride to her house was quiet, save for the hum of the engine and the occasional sound of ran’s fingers tapping against the steering wheel. his other hand, however, rested on her inner thigh, his touch light yet possessive. and the craziest part? y/n didn’t mind. at all. despite the fact that she’d just met him tonight—and he was already her boyfriend, for fuck’s sake.

out of nowhere, she broke the silence. “how do you even know me, by the way?”

ran smirked, eyes still on the road. “you’re the mayor’s precious daughter. how could i not?”

“oh,” she muttered. “i just figured you wouldn’t care. y’know, since you’re older, probably busy with your adult life. honestly, i thought you might’ve been married or something…”

ran let out a low chuckle. “nah. well, thank god i’m not married, or i wouldn’t have been able to meet (fuck) you.” he shot her a wink, and just like that, her face burned.

smooth talker. how gullible of her.

soon, they pulled up in front of her house. big, grand—exactly what you’d expect from the mayor’s residence.

“wait, give me a sec.” she fished through her bag, pulling out a compact mirror. the moment she caught sight of the marks blooming along her collarbone and chest, her stomach dropped. “shit. my dad’s gonna kill me.”

ran only chuckled, shrugging off his coat and draping it over her shoulders. “there.”

she looked up at him, touched by the gesture. “thank you,” she said softly, slipping her arms into the sleeves.

ran leaned against the car door, tilting his head. “ready?”

before she could even answer, he stepped out and made his way to her side, opening the door for her.

what a gentleman. she felt warmth spread through her chest. funny, how even the bare minimum had her blushing. but could she blame herself? no guy had ever treated her like this before. they only ever saw her as the mayor’s daughter—an accomplishment to claim, someone to fuck just to say they did.

she approached the guard at the front door, her fingers laced with ran’s. “uh, where’s my dad?”

“he’s in the patio, ma’am.”

“okay, thank you.”

without hesitation, she stepped inside, pulling ran along with her. the house was as grand as ever. when she spotted her father outside, she slid open the glass door and called out, “dad! i’m home!”

her father turned, his face softening as he pulled her into a warm embrace. “happy birthday, sweetheart.”

they pulled away, and she smiled up at him. “dad, i want you to meet someone.”

he raised an eyebrow, curious. she turned slightly and signaled for ran to come over. he did, leisurely making his way toward them.

the moment her father saw him, all color drained from his face.

“dad, this is my boyfriend, ran haitani.”

ran bowed slightly, his smirk never faltering. “pleasure to meet you, sir.”

her father stood frozen, staring up at the tall man before him like he’d seen a ghost.

“dad?” she frowned. “are you okay?”

“y-yeah, honey. i’m okay.” his voice wavered, though. his hands trembled slightly at his sides.

because this—this was a nightmare.

ran haitani. the very man he had been running from. the man who had been threatening his life over the debts he couldn’t pay. the same debts that stemmed from his desperation, from his greed. he had gone to bonten himself, requested their help to get rid of his political opponent when it seemed like he was going to lose the election. and bonten did their job well—flawlessly, in fact. but the price? far more than he ever imagined. higher than his assets, higher than anything he could afford.

and the longer he didn’t pay, the higher the debt climbed.

and now—now that debt had walked right through his front door, holding his daughter’s hand.

“dad, i just need to fix something in my room. can you keep ran company for a bit? he’s staying over tonight,” y/n said casually.

“but, y/n—” her father started, but she was already hurrying upstairs, leaving him alone with ran.

the moment she was out of sight, his expression darkened. “what the hell are you doing here?” he hissed.

ran only smirked, “just here to collect what you owe me.”

“leave my daughter out of this! she’s only twenty!” his voice was low but seething, trying to keep his anger contained.

ran exhaled a quiet chuckle, his amusement barely hidden. “even better. never had a girl that young before.”

rage flared in the mayor’s eyes, and his fists clenched. he took a step forward, ready to throw a punch, but ran barely moved. “i wouldn’t do that if i were you,” he warned, his tone light but laced with something dangerous.

ran pulled out his phone, showing y/n’s father a video of him and his daughter from earlier. apparently, ran had placed a camera in the room, recording everything they did—from y/n doing drugs to them having sex.

ran smirked, watching the mayor’s face drain of color. he tilted his phone just enough for him to see before pulling it away. “relax,” he drawled, slipping the device back into his pocket. “i’m not that cruel. yet.”

the mayor swallowed hard, his eyes flickering with unease.

“one wrong move, and this goes public,” ran continued, voice smooth yet deadly. “your sweet little girl? ruined. and you? well, you’ll go down with her.” he let out a low chuckle. “wouldn’t want the city’s beloved mayor to have a scandal like this, huh? your precious daughter exposed?”

ran took a step closer, lowering his voice. “but let’s be real, that’s not even the worst of it.” his smirk widened. “see, i could just expose what you did. how you crawled to bonten, begged us to get rid of your opponent because you were too much of a coward to lose.”

the mayor’s face twisted in pure panic. “please, don’t!” he hissed, voice barely above a whisper. “and leave her out of this. i swear i’ll pay you. just give me time. i’ll give you whatever you want!”

“nah,” ran scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. “the only good thing i got from all your bullshit is your daughter’s body. i’m keeping her.”

her father’s jaw clenched, but ran only chuckled, clearly entertained by his reaction.

before he could respond, y/n’s voice called from upstairs. “ran, come up here!!”

“that’s my cue,” ran grinned. “time for round two.”

he laughed as he walked away, leaving the mayor standing there, frozen in place. he’s done for sure…

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anisespice · 1 year ago

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“ block boy ” || tokyo rev.

parings: bonten x fem!reader [ mikey, kaku, sanzu, rin, ran ]

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. cursing, mentions of violence, blood, pregnancy mentioned in ran’s, a lot of down bad behavior on both ends lol and i think that’s it.

notes: i pledge allegiance to doechii, and the absolute banger of a song that is “what it is”. literally the first thing i thought of was bonten and couldn’t get ‘em out of my head unless i wrote something down sooo here ya go lol

notes ii: basically times where you pulled their weight when they least expected you to/when they’re not around. called the shots, took some shots, beat someone up, defended them, loving on them, stuff like this (•3•>)

tagged: @fantasycantasy, @illegalspacecow, @captaincyberqueen

“Did the severity of the situation finally click in your thick skulls, or do I have to waste more of my breath spelling it out for you?”

When MIKEY returned from his much needed evening snooze in the break room you threatened sweetly advised him to take after working for 17 hours straight, he was expecting to return to the shitstorm he left behind. However, when he entered his office, to his muted surprise there you were, in the middle of berating a handful of subordinates nearly twice your size, all shrunk within themselves as your sharp tone pierced through them all. He stood in the doorway with a curious gaze, head tilted ever so slightly as he made sure to keep quiet so not to notify you of his presence.

Mikey took note of your hip popped outward, balled fist rested upon it in the stance he knew all too well whenever you were on your last nerve. Knowing what those idiots did, someone was bound to stumble outta there in tears; your fury wasn’t for the weak.

You eyed the group with raised brows, expectant. “Well?”

One member was brave, or stupid enough to actually answer. He hesitated, but cleared his throat and replied, “I-It was an honest mistake…we thought the product was secured in the truck already when we made the exchange, b-but-”

“B-B—Bullshit. You were given specific instructions to check the inventory to make sure those smarmy assholes weren’t trying pull a fast one, and you were too careless to do a full sweep. You failed abortions not only made Bonten look like complete amateurs, but you added more nonsense for my man to deal with all because you didn’t check the back of the goddamn trucks!”

You flung the clipboard you were holding at the guy’s head, making them all duck around to avoid getting hit, only one unlucky sucker wasn’t as quick as the wooden projectile got him right in the nose. He yelped, no doubt it was broken with the sheer amount of force you put in the throw. Mikey barely flinched, but he did blink a few times in astonishment.

“You’re gonna hunt those fuckers down like dogs and make right of your ‘mistake’ by the end of today, or I’m gonna have Sanzu chop you into pieces and throw you in the Shinano River-!” Mikey cleared his throat.

You swiftly looked over your shoulder at the noise, mood doing a complete 180 when you locked eyes with the object of your affection, skittering over to wrap him in your arms. “Oh! Jiro, baby, I didn’t hear you come in.”

“‘s okay..” he leaned into your warmth, eyes hooded as he graced you with a faint, sleepy grin. “Didn’t want to interrupt your.. meeting. Seemed serious.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Just doing a little ‘housekeeping’ until you got enough rest, that’s all.”

He slowly nodded, lips pursed. “Could’ve sworn I pay good money for people to do that for me.”

“You do, but I was already here. Figured it was more productive to handle it myself rather than waste time looking for someone available. Besides, had to make sure you didn’t try to sneak your narrow butt back in here to continue working—We both know I’m the only one around here who can keep you in check.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

“Mm.. can’t say you don’t fill the role of boss rather nicely. It suits you. Should have you do it more often.”

Though you were sure he was teasing you, you couldn’t help but feel yourself grow warm at his praise. You lightly hit his arm, bashful. How this was the same woman who struck fear in a room full of criminals was beyond comprehension, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Speaking of which.. Mikey couldn’t help but notice the said group of subordinates silently begging for him to reconsider in his peripheral, hands clasped in prayer while the one with the busted nose bowed deeply to the floor, forehead to hardwood. It was as if the idea of you being in charge any longer brought them great despair. How interesting.

Huffing through his nose, Mikey placed a loving kiss on your forehead whilst eyeing the group behind majority of his stress for the day, void of any remorse as he coldly spoke.

“Matter of fact.. think ‘m still feeling a little tired, angel. How about you handle another hour f’me? Or two?”

The silence was deafening as the dual-color eyed man avoided looking at you while you stitched him up without a word. When you were greeted by a bleeding KAKUCHO at your doorstep a little past midnight, pale in the face and could barely stand, there were no questions asked as you quickly escorted him into your home, setting him gently on the couch before you sprung for your first aid in the kitchen. He wasn’t sure what he could say in that moment, feeling like a complete moron for even showing up looking like he fled a crime scene which he kinda did but that’s besides the point. Your relationship was still in the budding phase, just starting to get a feel of one another as you tested the waters.

Well, consider the waters tested.

“You’re not really an undercover cop, are you?”

Kakucho gulped. He slowly shook his head, eyes trained on his lap while yours felt like they were burning holes right through him. You nodded as you continued carefully stitching him up. It wasn’t the best, but it would hold him over until he got proper medical attention. At first, he figured that would be all you said to him. But, when you completed dressing the wound, you asked a follow up question. “It’s something illegal, isn’t it?”

He couldn’t bring himself to answer, his strained grip on his pant leg enough response. Kakucho half expected you to berate him, curse him for potentially endangering your life, for lying.

“.. forgive me..” he croaked, bowing his head.

He felt sick to his stomach, he couldn’t bear the thought of you despising him, but he’d honor your wishes without protest if you never wanted to see him again…

However, what he didn’t expect was for you cup the sides of his face and bring his wavering gaze to your soft one. You smiled endearingly at the bewilderment that overcame his ashamed expression, him blinking at you widely with tears hanging onto his lashes like a wounded puppy. Your thumb ghosted over the tiny droplets, careful not to aggravate the bruise forming around the socket.

Leaning forward to shower him with tender kisses, Kakucho was at a crossroad—One side wanted nothing more than to melt into a puddle of goo, but the other refused to believe that he wasn’t hallucinating, waiting for the sick twisted punchline of this dream come true. Feeling him still so tense in your hold, you leaned back with your smile still present.

“This doesn’t change how I feel about you, Hitto.”

Kakucho blinked. Then, he meekly replied. “W-what?”

You coyly tilted your head, “To be honest, I always figured there was something…off about you. Like, you were holding something back. My first guess was that you were seeing other women-”

“Never.” His eyes switched from uncertain to stern in a matter of seconds, as if the implication alone repulsed him. He softened once you giggled at his declaration, patting his leg in reassurance.

“I know. You’re much too sweet to be a player. I pondered over it for a while, thought back to how we usually met up late at night, or you would have to leave at odd times. My second guess was your work just kept you really busy.. and after tonight.. after all of this,” you gestured at the blood stains everywhere, “safe to say I was on the right track.”

Kakucho hesitated. “And that doesn’t…put you off?”

“That you’re a thug?” He winced, but nodded. The silence that followed behind was borderline suffocating, leaving his hands sweaty and nerves shot as he anticipated your response with baited breath. But, he didn’t need to worry.

With a loving coo, you placed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, right over the split in his lip causing him to flinch slightly at the sting, but he welcomed the affection all the same. However, when your warm tongue peeked out to soothe the cut in slow, teasing swipes, homie nearly choked.

Kaku’s jaw fluttered open as a soft gasp escaped him next, the sensation foreign but not unpleasant as he felt his entire face heat up like a furnace. Your sudden proximity forced him back on the couch while you slid down to the floor betwixt his spread legs, making his head spin; this wasn’t going like how he thought it would at all. Being careful of his stitches, your arms rested on either side of him as your tongue explored his mouth, making him groan softly at the feeling of the wet muscle tangling around his so earnestly, hand reaching up instinctively to caress the side of your face as he deepened the kiss. His other hand held your waist, gripping your shirt as if he couldn’t believe you were there—That you wanted to stay.

The ravenette’s breath hitched when he felt one of your hands trailing up his thigh, slowly but surely making your way to his stiffening cock confined in his pants. Slightly startled, Kakucho pulled back from the heated kiss, a string of saliva still keeping you connected as you panted in each other’s mouths. Before he could question what you were up to, he cuts himself off with a whimper when you palmed his thick shaft while maintaining intense eye contact, a smile on your face as you sent the gangster into paradise when you sweetly whispered:

“Always wanted to be a ride or die.”

It was as if someone pushed him into an alternate dimension.

Not even moments ago, you were showing SANZU a cute tiktok of a kitten wrapped up like a burrito and mewing dramatically, nearly tearing up at the sight as you tugged on his arm and pleaded for him to buy you one just like it. Having bought out the entire evening in one of Tokyo’s most exclusive five star restaurants for your anniversary, Sanzu figured it’d be nothing more than a simple night with his lovely wife. Man’s must’ve forgot who he was.

When those fools tried an ambush on him, Sanzu was more than happy dealing with them quickly by just airing them out until his gun was empty. Although, as he went reaching for it, imagine his shock when you held his wrist to stop him. You had a different sentiment.

It was like a scene out of one of his most crazed fantasies. His lovely wife, holding his beloved katana to an enemy’s throat, covered in the blood of his comrades as he sobbed pathetically for you to spare him. As if Beatrix Kiddo entered the chat, you sliced into them with a swiftness, shredding through them all like paper; a dinner and a show. He wasn’t sure when you learned how to wield the weapon with such grace and precision, but he couldn’t care less when his pants were this fucking tight. But he couldn’t let you have all the fun, watching your six any time a goon tried to get the jump on you while your back was turned, Sanzu was quick to bust a cap right between their eyes. After spilling gallons of blood from the opposition, leaving one still standing, you decided to play with him a little bit.

“P-Please! I-if you let me go, you’ll never see my face again, I-I swear! I was just..just following orders, I-”

“Oh, c’mon, where’s your conviction from earlier, huh? You were so confident before I minced all your friends. What was it you said you’d do to me once you killed my husband? Can’t seem to put my finger on it…Haru, darling, do you recall?”

Sanzu, with his chin placed atop his interlocked fingers like a smitten fool, smoothly answered, “Said he’d ‘Fuck you raw on top of my corpse’.”

You winked. “Bingo. Thank you, handsome.”

“Welcome, gorgeous.”

The sniveling man yipped when the blade nicked his skin, a thin stream of blood flowing in its wake as you pressed it closer to his throat. His heart rate paced like a rabbit caught in a trap, nostrils flaring as he breathed sporadically while his life laid in the palm of your hand.

“Guess that didn’t go according to plan, aw.” You sardonically cooed, spurring on a bit of rage as he gritted out a dry ‘Fuck you’ in his final efforts of showing dominance. “Oo, there’s that passion we were missing!~ Let’s see how much more I can carve outta yo-”

Hearing the sound of faint sirens in the distance, Sanzu clicked his tongue in annoyance. With a grumble the pinkette popped a piece of his steak in his mouth and spoke between chews as he cocked his gun, “Alright, [_____], playtime’s over. We gotta haul ass.”

You pouted. “But, we didn’t get to fuck on top of his corpse...”

Sanzu swallowed, hard. He couldn’t help but internally groan with desire at your innocent display of vulgarity, tempted to take you up on that offer, but the last thing he wanted was for you to be involved in a standoff with the cops. You’ve proven you can handle yourself very well, a lot more than he realized that’s for sure, but you were still his precious baby at the end of the day.

Better to keep you out of danger than thrust you in more of it, no matter how much the thought excited him.

“Next time, pretty baby.”

You huffed. “Fine.”

Without hesitation, you strummed the man’s throat like a cello, the katana tearing through the skin with ease. The symphony of gurgles that escaped him sent shivers down Sanzu’s spine as he watched in manic glee as the man choked on his own blood. You never looked more stunning covered in red and holding his blade like it belonged in your hand, he wanted nothing more than to ravish you on the spot, but as the sirens drew near he tamed his urges just this once. You took his extended hand gratefully, swaying them as you both rushed for the restaurant’s back exit.

Once outside, while he scoped out the area for any cops patrolling, you nudged him. When he turned to see you beaming at him whilst blood stained your face, he swore his heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“You’re getting me a kitten to make up for this, right, Haru?”

He raised a brow, but exhaled a chuckle. “Sweetheart. Show off that violent side of yours more often, and you can have as many as you want.”

“You good, ma?” A delightful shiver ran down your spine and straight to your pussy.

That was always the visceral response your body had whenever RINDOU spoke, especially low and intimately in your ear. From either gently waking you first thing in the morning, or to secretly shit-talk in crowed areas, it was his go-to method to getting your attention effortlessly. A dangerous method, one that was about to make you act up in front of all these important clients, decorum be damned.

“I am now,” you purred, falling back into his embrace as strong arms came vining around your waist. He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as he gently swayed you both to the rhythm of the soft jazz playing over the speakers of the ballroom.

“Missed me that bad, huh.” You nodded with a slight pout, turning in his hold to stare up longingly into his eyes. They were lidded, heady. Another dangerous method of your husband’s that made you weak in the knees—his undivided attention. “Bored?”

“So fucking bored,” you whined, tugging on his lapels. “These things are always such a drab..”

Rindou hummed, hands slowly slipping down from your waist to hold your hips. You tensed slightly, not even bothering to mask the second shiver it caused. His grin turned sharp in response, head tilting. “Ya sure that’s what has you so out of it?”

You tilted yours, confused. He continued, “You’re not as subtle as you think you are. You’ve been eye-fucking me for the past ten minutes. Came over to make sure you weren’t dripping all over the damn floor—”

“Shut up,” you jabbed him in the side, face boiling. Rindou barely flinched, squeezing your hips as he snickered cheekily at your embarrassment. “You’re so irking...”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. If you knew I was horny, I could’ve been folded on my back ten minutes ago.”

“Hm, almost as if I was doing something important, like…” he trailed off, making you squint and almost jab him again until he grabbed your hand in the last second, bringing it to his chest with a smug grin, “working.”

You huffed, “I’m important too…do me.”

Rindou snorted, but brought your hand up to gently kiss the inside of your wrist with a tender look in his eyes. “‘course you are, baby. Didn’t know it would go for this long, ‘m sorry.”

“Then, how ‘bout you and I take a little…smoke break,” you suggested, hopeful; desperate. However, it’s futile when your husband clicks his tongue.

“No can do. Kakucho’s still not over the last time we took a ‘smoke break’ together.”

“He’s not? Seriously? We weren’t even gone for that long!”

He raised a brow. “[______]. The check made it back to the table before we did.”

You groaned, exasperated as you wiggled around in his hold. Rindou merely watched in mirth, not even phased as he let you finish your tiny tantrum. He teasingly cooed, “I know, I know. Poor thing can’t go a day without something plugging up her slutty little hole.”

“Shut up..!” You shrunk into his chest to hide away from the sultry words spoken directly in your ear, thighs clenching together as his deep chuckle came soon after.

Rindou was very much aware of your voice kink. It filled his ego to the brim with how needy you were, crumbling anytime he so much as spoke to you in a certain way. There’s nothing he wanted more than to ditch and bury himself in your thighs, giving it to you however you wished, for as long as you wished, whispering praises to you with a sprinkle of degradation in there to keep you craving for more of his soothing voice. But, unless he wanted his nuts handed to him on a silver platter by his stickler of a superior, you were just gonna have to wait.

And he knew how much you hated doing that.

“Ten minutes.”

He sighed. “[_____]…”

“Five minutes?”

“We can’t-“

“A minute, god, I don’t even have to finish, Rin, please.” You whined in his ear, forcing him to close his eyes as a means to strengthen his resolve. It didn’t do much help when your arms wrapped around his neck to gently rake your manicured nails against the nape, your thigh deliberately rubbing up against the growing erection confined in his dress pants. The tables had turned with a shiver now running down his spine, mind turning to mush as common sense slowly sunk into his dick. Maybe…sparing just a few minutes wouldn’t hurt.

Even though the lavender-haired gangster couldn’t see your face, he was certain you were grinning victoriously at the sound of his resolve breaking instantly, the slow exhale through his nose being all the confirmation necessary. Clearly, you weren’t the only one who was needy.

Swallowing down a groan, he hissed through clenched teeth, “You’re gonna be the death of me, y’know that?”

Giggling, you were already leading him toward the nearest exit, swiftly evading the eyes of his coworkers, satisfied that you were getting exactly what you wanted in the end.

“Better me than Kaku.”

“Like I’ve already explained to you, Officer. My husband’s been here all day. Dunno if you’ve noticed, but he can’t exactly afford to leave my side for more than ten minuets let alone an entire evening.”

Despite gesturing to your swollen stomach and the small child shyly peering from behind your leg, the cop still fixed you with a skeptical look. You did your best to remain unnerved, providing comfort for not only your son but yourself as you ran your fingers through his hair. Apparently, there had been a shootout that happened in the streets of Tokyo, and apparently a witness was able to describe one of the shooters…

Henceforth, the unexpected visit from law enforcement. Again.

“Mhm. And, may I ask, where exactly your husband is now? Surely if he’s been tending to his pregnant wife, he wouldn’t have her answering the front door.” He raised an eyebrow, wry grin stretched across his face.

You worked your jaw, annoyed. “In the shower.”

“How convenient. Washing off the blood, I assume?”

“You can assume whatever you want, it doesn’t change my answer. He’s been here, with us. Whoever said they saw him was mistaken. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got mouths to feed. Have an evening, Officer.”

“Now, hold on—”

Without an ounce of hesitation, or care, you slammed the door in his smug little face. And just like that…blissful silence. A grand weight lifted off your shoulders at the disgruntled sound of the pig’s flat-footed steps exiting out of your day. Releasing a slow exhale, your son took it upon himself to blow a raspberry at the closed door, having worked up the courage to mock the officer now that he was out of sight.

You grinned as you ruffled his hair, endearingly. “You tell ‘em, baby.”

However, that silence didn’t last long as RAN made himself known now that the coast was clear. Having hid around the corner in case things escalated, he too released an exhale, easy grin spreading across his face. Though your child was happy to see him, racing to cling onto his long legs, you merely glared in disapproval. Based off his appearance alone, disheveled and glistening with sweat, you wished your fib from earlier was true; he needed a shower.

“[S/n], don’t touch daddy right now…he stinks.”

Though a bit childish in your phrasing, Ran was well aware it held an underlying meaning, a chill running down his spine under your harsh scrutiny. He cleared his throat, somewhat nervous, as he searched his brain for honeyed words that would soothe your soreness toward him. And he laid it on thick.

“That’s ‘cause Daddy had to run the rest of the way home to make sure his babies were safe,” he leaned down to scoop up the clinging child, lightly tickling at his stomach poking out from under his pajama shirt to receive more joyous squeals. “But, Mommy scared away the big, mean police man all on her own, didn’t she?”

“Yea!” [S/n] squeaked, bright laugh bouncing off the walls as he wiggled around eagerly. You felt the corner of your lip twitch upward at the sight, but you pursed your lips to hide the impending smile—Ran noticed. He always did.

“Yeah.. we’re real lucky to have someone as wonderful as her to watch our backs whenever we’re in trouble.. right, mama?”

Your glare still remained, though not as harsh compared to moments ago. Despite the mirth swirling in his lavender gaze, you took note of something else hiding within. Something more raw, more vulnerable.

Remorse.

Ran didn’t like getting you caught up in his business. He did everything he could to ensure that none of you were ever exposed to the ugly parts of his life. Tonight, he was sloppy. He fucked up, and he knew that. The second shit hit the fan, his only priority was his family… You had every right to be livid with him, having both your son and a pregnancy to deal with virtually on your own, while also covering his ass from prying cops itching to nail him to the wall…It’s a miracle how you haven’t packed up and left him yet…

And he thanks his lucky stars that you haven’t.

With another deep exhale, you rubbed your temple. “I don’t know what it is that you do in those streets to cause such an upset, Ran-”

“For the record, tonight wasn’t exactly my fault-”

“-and I don’t care. I just…”

Your exhausted tone was more than enough to shut him up. He felt his throat tighten as he gently bounced your son on his hip to distract his increasing anxiety. The lavender-haired man mentally prepared for your scolding, already set on sleeping in the dog house if that’s what got him in your good graces again…but it doesn’t come. Eyes that were hyper focused on [S/n] fiddling with his loosened tie slowly trailed up at the sound of you huffing in, what he assumed to be, relief.

Waddling over to your boys, you reached up to caress their faces. Instinctively, they nuzzled into your palms, Ran a little more hesitant than your beaming son before reaching out with his free hand to touch your stomach. When your unborn child kicked against it in response, you noticed his shoulders visibly relax. Your thumb gently rubbed under his eye, frowning at the dark circles that formed on the pale skin. He looked solemnly into your eyes, turning his head slightly to kiss the inside of your palm. You sighed once more, eventually granting him a smile in reassurance.

Despite his abnormal lifestyle, and how hectic it could get, “I’m just glad you’re home.”

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aryomengrande · 8 months ago

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new person, same old mistakes ; happy birthday to the invincible mikey ! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

#fromaryg #digital art #art #anime #tr #tokrev #tokyo revengers #mikey #mikey sano #manjiro #manjiro sano #sano manjiro #happy birthday to my kin hsksks

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yanderederee · 1 year ago

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Perfect

ctw: Yandere themes ~ explicit nsfw midway

part1 … part2 … part3 … now~ … part5

“I’m just worried about you!”

“You shouldn’t get so close, yaknow…”

“He’s going to hurt you one of these days!”

Mikey really couldn’t stand your friends sometimes.

They thought they knew the whole picture. Some goody two shoes who fell head first for the bad boy who never came to school.

It’s not like they bothered to acknowledge how you two genuinely got to know one another, how you helped get him back on track with school, how you looked at him like he held the world in his hands, or how deeply he cared— really cared for you.

All they wanted to acknowledge was how you never had any free time anymore. ‘He’s so clingy’ this, and ‘can’t we talk alone?’ That.

Sure, maybe Mikey hated when you looked at someone other than him for longer than ten seconds. But that didn’t make him a bad boyfriend!

“What’cha guys talking about?~” Mikey smiled innocently when he came up behind you. The girls surrounding you gasped, and backed away immediately.

Mikey was so friendly, how could they reject him so harshly? Maybe it was the death glare he burned into their skin, or the threats he made to them days prior for trying to fuel your head with all this nonsense to begin with.

“Morning, Manjiro~” you smiled back, placing your hand softly on the arm he slung over you protectively.

You never cared how other people saw you, even if you were dating the most notorious delinquent in Shinjuku and Shibuya alike.

And that same indifferent nature was just another reason you had him wrapped around your finger.

One of your friends clicked her tongue, and glared at you. “Whatever, don’t come crying to us about it later.”

You were a tough cookie. It took a lot to get under your skin. Yet somehow, that did.

Little by little, anyone who you used to interact with would suddenly give you the cold shoulder. No more friendly smiles or casual waves. If you even were acknowledged, it was with strained levels of respect, addressing you only by your family name, or curt bows.

No doubt from Mikey’s influence.

Still, if no one else, you had your Manjiro. His undeniable presence of security and words of comfort… he had only ever meant to give you the world, and in secret, punish anyone who would dare separate you.

“They don’t know nothing,” Mikey waved off your friends before hugging you close. You didn’t bother to point out his grammatical mistake. “You know I’d never make you cry, right?” He asked with his watery puppy eyes.

Smile so pure, you ruffled the mess of hair on Mikey’s head. “Course not.” You agreed.

He loved when you agreed with him. Validated his delusions.

“I can’t wait for our next study session~” Mikey sighed in contentment, a soft blush hanging over his features. Your face too caught heat at the taboo mention, in school no less. “T-that was..” you tried coming up with the words that could properly display your thoughts on yesterday, but Mikey loved finishing your sentences for you. “Heavenly. I don’t think I’ve ever felt closer to heaven in my life, than I had then…”

Mikey nuzzled the bridge of his nose into the crook of your exposed neck, regretful he hadn’t left any long lasting love bites behind, like he intended. He was too enthralled in other sensations, but tonight, he’d make sure not to be so negligent.

“You’re so cute,” you giggled at his words of sentiment. “But don’t get spoiled now.”

Mikey narrowed his eyebrows in a pout. “Not fair~” he whined into your shoulder, unfazed by the looks of shock or ridicule classmates around you were giving at the public display of… affection.

Turning your head, you kissed your Manjiro’s scalp lovingly. “Fine fine~ just be patient. After school, okay?” You affirmed in a soft spoken tone.

Mikey smirked.

He loved how easily you gave in to him.

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“M-ma—! Manjiro..!” You yelled desperately, feeling your legs tense so harshly, you began to shake uncontrollably. “Pl-please, I-I’m—!”

But your voice only fueled the desire that flooded Mikey’s senses.

The feeling of your soft thighs against his hands. Your smell. The way playing with you made you scream. It was surreal, like nothing he had ever experienced. The adrenaline of doing these things for the first time only amped his speed further.

Ever since you showed Mikey how to pull back your clitoral hood and exposed your most sensitive parts, he’s been infatuated.

Exploring his tongue over the bundle of nerves, he tried everything, til his hearts content. Shallow licks, slow at first, until he crescendo’d the movement into a quick zig zag motion. The first orgasm he got out of you was evident and loud.

He was so glad he moved his room to the shed, lest his grandfather kill him for his inappropriate actions.

Yet still, even when you twirled his locks into your gentle fists to pull him up, he hurried himself deeper into you. This was heaven, like he said before. How could you take what away from him?

With a more broad sweep of his tongue, he made sure to slowly taste all the wetness you’d produced from your first orgasm. So sweet.

Just as slow as he started, adding pressure from the tip of his tongue, he started from your exposed clit, down til he felt the inward dip of your fluttering hole.

Your moan was soft and low, the movement perfectly easing you down from sensations just seconds ago. But he wanted to keep going, see what sounds you would make by sucking on you.

A drawn out whine escaped your throat when he’d done this. “I-I’m sensitive..! You can’t-“ you tried reasoning with him, but his lazy hooded gaze spoke for itself: he was having the time of his life.

With another hard suck, you whined loud, and threw your head back. “Ahh!—“

God, your cries alone could render him into a horny mess. More, he decided. He wanted to hear more of those sounds. Putting in the extra work, the grip he had on your legs slid up til your hips were under his strength. Pulling your hips upward, he pressed his tongue unbearably closer.

You always gave him just what he wanted. Louder; his name escapes your lips like a mantra. Mikey couldn’t get enough. Just as the muscle of his tongue and your squirming hips met a comfortable rhythm, it was only a matter of minutes before you felt that familiar tension building inside you again.

“M-Mikey! Gonna’..” you made weak attempts at warning him of your oncoming release, but the release overtook your senses before you could do so. A moan more pornographic and sincere soon blessed Manjiro’s eager ears.

You were heaven. It was obvious now, all his blessings in this world was squirming right under him. Your essence. Your angelic cries. The way your thighs cradled him impossibly closer— the way your toes curled and shaking body rattled the frame of his bed.

You were his euphoria.

It was a shame your head was thrown back. He tried getting a good look at your face when you cried so sweetly, but couldn’t.

Enjoying the last few involuntary thrusts your body released, Mikey finally release your core with a loud sounding pop.

His lips were red from friction, but he’d never been happier. Attentions all about you, he slowly rose to his knees on the bed, trying to see your face. His hands stayed glued to your hips as his fingertips traced the curves of your body.

“Manjiro…” you breathed out quietly, turning to reveal your glazed over eyes. Mikey smiled wide, feeling his heart skip a beat at the sight of you.

“You’re so perfect.”

You would never be able to leave Manjiro. For years to come, you would faithfully remain his. Lest the taste of death come between you.

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tenjikyu · 8 months ago

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So! My birthday's coming up here soon, and as you know, I am very obsessed with tokyo revengers. Therefore, here is my first request to you :)

How about headcanons on how mitsuya, sanzu, angry, smiley, and mikey would celebrate reader's birthday? preferably romantic but platonic is okay too. If you don't want to write all of them, you can choose a few to get rid of. These guys are my favorites so I couldn't not include them ♡

Sorry if there's not a lot of info to go off of!

— 🎭

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౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ multiple x gn!reader, excessive fluff and humour, we love the toykorev boys they’re adorable, i hope you like ghibli because it’s referenced in angry’s.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ happy birthday !! it took me a hot minute bc i needed to re-remember the tokyo rev characters and their personalities but i’m back on track now people. i was worried about getting this out late so i ended up removing smiley from the request but i did my best for everyone else(i’m very sorry 😭). I REALLY HOPE YOU GET THIS BEFORE YOUR BIRTHDAY AND IF NOT, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY 🎭 ANON

takashi mitsuya.

༄ takashi could NEVER EVER let your birthday JUST be your birthday, he always does something extra special for you on your special day.

༄ it starts off with a special birthday morning call, an online kiss and a promise to take you out at 10:00.

༄ mitsuya lets you enjoy a nice breakfast with your family if you wish to, and comes to pick you up after you’ve gotten ready for the day ahead!

༄ pulling up on his motorcycle, he gives you your special helmet (that he chose in your favourite colour), and takes you for a morning bike ride around the city.

༄ he eventually leads you to a serenic park with good shade and sun leaking through the trees.

༄ no matter if your birthday takes place in a warm or cold season, mitsuya makes the best of a picnic in the park! he brings beverages and home baked goods that his sisters helped make just for you!

༄ mitsuya is the type to make something personal and thoughtful, so i believe a birthday gift from him would include a heartfelt letter, special chocolates, and a crochet stuffed animal with a bow on it! he prides himself in his efforts, seeing the huge smile on your face as you open your special gift.

༄ he takes you back to his home, in which you’re overrun by his younger sisters who were elated to see you. you’re their favourite person (besides their big brother), so it was hard to wrangle them off of you.

༄ mitsuya makes you your favourite dish as a birthday dinner, where all four of you sit down and ramble on about your day, as well as anything that comes to the two girls minds.

༄ as the end of your birthday approaches, luna and mana have to be pried off your leg with whines begging you to stay the night. once you’re out the door however, mitsuya tells you he wants to walk you home.

༄ once he drops you home, he kisses you goodnight and makes sure you’re in doors before he walks off, silently fisting the air in success on your special day.

manjiro sano.

༄ i don’t think mikey would forget your birthday, but i can totally see him leaving plans to the last minute. he’s not a very organised soul after all.

༄ at the ripe time of 7:00 in the morning, you’re promptly awoken by a knock on your window. to your surprise, manjiro was wide awake (which is a rarity) and informs you that you will not be attending school today, but instead going on a “birthday adventure” with your “beloved boyfriend”.

༄ thankfully your family was planning to give you the day off regardless, so you rush to get ready (in your tired state as it is), and head out to meet up with your blonde boyfriend.

༄ as you walk out the door, you’re incased in a bear hug by mikey, as he excitedly shows off the silly little flowers he (didn’t) pay for. they were your favourite flowers, and they didn’t seem cheap, however you decided against bringing it up and enjoyed the fresh scent in the early breeze.

༄ much like mitsuya, mikey takes you for a drive, however this is because he’s taking you to an all-you-can-eat-buffet! manjiro tells you it’s because they have good breakfast & lunch choices, however you know it’s an excuse to stuff his mouth.

༄ regardless, the both of you enjoyed a nice breakfast together, before manjiro takes you onto the next phase of the birthday date.

༄ you’re surprised when he pulls up to the local aquarium, with two premium tickets in hand. by premium, you mean you get an exclusive front row seat for any show you wish to see, as well as close access to certain life living there.

༄ walking around the aquarium, manjiro sneaks cute pictures of you looking into the glass and admiring the life around you, from the illuminated jellyfish to the dolphins exhibit, your boyfriends eyes hardly left your face, making sure your smile lingered.

༄ after the end of the date, you head over to the little souvenir shop, where mikey buys you a plushie of your choice. of course, you attempt to deny but he won’t let you.

༄ by the end of your date, manjiro drops by his home so you can see his sister. elated, emma jumps into your arms and welcomes you in, where she makes everyone a special dinner for you all.

༄ on the drive back to your home, manjiro silently thanks whatever being graced his life with your presence, even when your fast asleep on his shoulder with drill beginning to dribble.

angry.

༄ a gentle soul like angry has everything planned out. he has his brother give him his honest (and brutal) opinions on how to make this the PERFECT date.

༄ your day starts off usually, your family celebrates your birthday and gives your your presents and a good breakfast, you get ready for school and you get a sweet good morning call from your beloved boyfriend.

༄ as you leave your house, you see angry parked outside your home, and he tells you that he’s gonna be your personal taxi driver to school today!

༄ like a true gentleman, he wraps your arms around his torso and gives you a helmet to protect yourself, he waves your family goodbye and sets off to your school.

༄ as the school day passes you by, you get another message from the man of the hour, letting you know he’s gonna take you out for the remainder of the day.

༄ you wave your friends goodbye, and meet up with your boyfriend, who greets you with his signature frown.

༄ as you ride around, you soon find yourself in what seems to be a ghibli café. you smile in excitement, rushing in to see what it looked like inside.

༄ a massive totoro plushie greets you, and you see all the ethereal artwork studio ghibli offers hung across the walls.

༄ you sit down with your boyfriend, and order some themed food based on your favourite movies. you see howls moving castle themed furniture, a no-face holographic hovering around, the production of ponyo explained on a little TV, as well as a little kiki on her broom flying around the café.

you get heaps of photos, however you boyfriend only admires the look of admiration on your face, knowing how hard it is to reserve a seat in this café.

after you enjoyed your meal, he takes you home once again on his bike, driving safely (for once) and drops you home, but not before gifting you a keychain of no-face you were admiring from the souvenir shop.

༄ your smile increasing in size, you clip it to your bag, before ksiing angrys cheek goodnight and running in doors.

haruchiyo sanzu.

༄ sanzu is a “actions speak lourdes then words” kinda dude, so he takes you out on a date to the museum!

༄ he wakes you up via ringing the doorbell, and being invited in by your mother (who dearly loves your boyfriend).

༄ sanzu shares a breakfast with your family, takes photos with you and then lets you go get dressed for your little date.

༄ as you enter into the museum, you see all sorts of preserved artworks and sculptures in your line of sight, filling your vision to the brim.

༄ regardless of this being your forté or not, the museum never fails as a good date spot.

༄ you go from room to room, carefully in taking all the information on the little plasters. from painting to painting, you find yourself immersed and drawn in, all the while your boyfriend held onto your hand.

༄ sanzu allowed you to go at your own pace, not caring much for it but knowing it was entertaining you, so it was enough for him.

༄ tugging him around like a dog, you find yourself in the museum for hours before you leave the premises. sanzu asks if you enjoyed yourself, and you giddily replied you loved it.

༄ you didn’t know it at the time, but he sniped a cute photo of you looking at a large painting and made it his personal background for his phone, admiring it as he took you to lunch.

༄ after lunch, sanzu informs you that he has business to attend to, but regrets it as soon as the dejected look crossed your face, hoping to spend the full day with him.

༄ without hesitation, sanzu lets you know it’s quick business that shouldn’t take an hour or so, and drops you off at a mall with your friends to enjoy yourself, and lets you know he’ll pick you up to drive you home.

༄ as the evening sets and you wave your friends goodbye, sanzu meets up with you. you rush into his arms, and he holds onto you dearly.

༄ he takes you in a late night drive as a way to make up for missing out on part of your day, however you reassure him that it’s nothing and allow him to ramble, something he rarely does.

༄ as he drops you home, you place a gentle kiss to his nose, and tell him you’ll see him later, leaving him slightly flustered.

༄ what have you done to him.

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anime-fan-05 · 1 month ago

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Bouquet

Manga/anime: Tokyo Revengers

Warnings: nothing

(Y/N): your name

I had the idea of this little drabble during a dream. I hope you like it and especially I didn't make Mikey too OOC. Happy reading!

"(Y/N)!" The girl just called heard her name from a familiar voice, that of her boyfriend Manjiro -or Mikey, as he was called by his friends and relatives-, so she turned her attention away from what she was doing (she was reading a book written by Kafka, one of her favorite authors) to listen to him.

"Look what I have!" The boy continued excitedly while kneeling on the carpet next to (Y/N) -she had in fact decided to read there- and showing her what he had found; her face lit up when she realized what he had brought her.

"Do you like them? I remember you said these were your favorites." Manjiro said, while she nodded vigorously at the beautiful flowers he was handing her.

"I am, thanks Jiro! Where did you get them? I've never found them here." The girl spoke enthusiastically, approaching the boy, whose cheeks were tinged with a light dusting of pink due to her gesture and especially because of the nickname she had called him -it was in fact the first time she had nicknamed him that way-.

"A florist opened a shop nearby a few days ago. I saw them when I was returning with Ken-chin from the meeting." He replied, gently offering her the small bouquet. (Y/N) accepted it gladly, taking it and bringing the flowers to her nose to smell their scent; she smiled sweetly, another action that made Manjiro smile too and soften his eyes, pleased to see her so happy with that little gesture.

The girl then stood up, not without first telling the boy she would go to put the bouquet in a vase with some water and giving him a sweet and affectionate kiss on the cheek.

As she turned away, he touched his kissed cheek, blushing and smiling affectionately at the same time.

"No problem!" If he received that same reward for every bouquet he brought her, then Manjiro wouldn't mind giving (Y/N) one every day...

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sultrybaby · 1 month ago

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Born To Die (Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano)

Bonten Mikey x fem!Reader

Warnings 🦢: suggestive at times, brief mentions of violence, guns, etc. Angst (kind of) - I recommend listening to the actual song by Lana or searching up the lyrics to get an idea of the kind of angst I'm talking about, occasional profanity, ambivalent ending <3 *all images and banner from pinterest / online. i don't own any of it*

Synopsis 🦢: You were sent to seduce and destroy him—the infamous head of Bonten, Manjiro Sano, the man standing in the way of everything your organization, the Echelon, has built. The plan was simple: make him fall, make him talk, and when the time comes—make him die. But somewhere between hands that shouldn’t linger and kisses that taste like cigarettes and blood—the line between deception and desire begins to blur. Now, with the truth unraveling and the noose tightening around both your necks, there is only one way this can end.

Do we control our destinies in love, or are we simply acting out a predetermined tragedy?

The bar is half-lit and half-forgotten, a ruin tucked between crumbling brick and the ghosts of crime syndicates that have long since met their downfall. The walls hold old secrets, stained with whiskey spills and the kind of violence no one cleans up.

The air is thick—leather, cologne, the bite of cheap scotch, the sharper bite of expensive gin. In the far corner, a piano plays something slow and aching. The bartender doesn’t look up—he’s seen too much to care. The lights are low. Too low. Shadows stretch in ways they shouldn’t.

To any and all that have the misfortune of being there, one thing is clear- this isn’t a place for love.

The moment you walk in, the bar stops breathing.

Not because of the man beside you—though he is a presence in himself, all broad shoulders and heavy silence, a man who has killed enough to no longer be impressed by death.

But because of you.

The red dress, silk that moves like sin, the slit running dangerously high—an invitation or a threat, depending on who's looking.

The white fur coat, draped lazily over your shoulders—a symbol of something too pure for this place, too delicate. A lie.

He looks at you and sees glimpses of a pretty face behind a desk, serving coffee and filing paperwork for a man far more dangerous than her. But Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano has bigger issues at hand. Bonten, his empire, is crumbling, and your boss' is taking over.

Your boss doesn’t make introductions.

He doesn’t need to.

His reputation does it for him. A man built like war, voice like gravel, hands large enough to crush empires and innocents.

Mikey Sano later finds out that you are the boss' secretary (who is also proficient in the law, no doubt contributing to the organization's rapid success). However, it is clear regardless of how impressive you may be that you are here merely to serve.

He studies you like a puzzle, like something that doesn’t quite fit—like a face in a dream he can’t remember. He looks at you and despite the gold and glam, sees a bystander, someone caught in the crossfire. Maybe he can save you from this world.

Mikey's thoughts are interrupted as the man across gruffly clears his throat. He finds himself enamoured by the way you do anything and everything. You move without needing to be told. The leather folder is already in your hands. Thick. Heavy. The weight of empires shifting. You obediently place it in front of him—the man across the table, the man with the sharp eyes and the sharper mind, the one who Mikey needs to push down from his throne.

And to his irritation, the one who hasn’t stopped watching you since you walked in.

They talk business, and he's wondering if you hear the way his voice lingers when he says your name. The way his fingers tighten around his glass when your pretty lips part just so and he wonders how they would feel when…nevermind that.

The boss' fingers brush the edge of the folder. Your fingers brush his. A second too long. A second too much.

And then—you lean in.

Close. Closer than necessary.

Your voice is a breath against your boss’s ear, soft, obedient.

"The docks will be cleared by midnight."

Your hand lingers on the table.

"They won’t see it coming."

Your lashes lower, your lips part, just enough to make it look unintentional.

And when you pull away—

You don’t miss the way he exhales just a little too sharp.

Mikey's hand tightens around his glass. His jaw twitches.

His breath comes a fraction too slow, then too fast.

He doesn’t like this.

He doesn’t like the way you moved like silk and smoke.

He doesn’t like the way your boss didn’t have to say your name for you to act, like you’ve done this a thousand times before, like you’ll do it a thousand times again.

He doesn’t like that you are so perfectly trained, so perfectly placed but not for him, for some other guy.

And worst of all—

He doesn’t like that he wants you anyway.

But the worst is yet to come.

You straighten, smooth the fur coat over your shoulders, tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear with deliberate grace.

Your boss, satisfied, leans back in his chair. His hand finds your thigh—casual, absentminded, a touch that means ownership, not affection.

And then—

He pulls you onto his lap.

And that’s when Mikey feels it. The shift. The undoing.

He knows what this is.

A message.

A reminder.

A warning.

The rival boss doesn’t even look at him as he runs one slow, deliberate hand down the curve of your thigh.

"Sign the papers," he says, bored, careless. "Or do you need more convincing?"

Silence.

For just a second.

Then—

Mikey laughs.

Soft. Low. Sharp.

He tilts his head, lips pulling into something dangerous and amused, but not kind.

"Does this bother you?" your boss asks, and you can feel the sneer as he breathes against your neck. But you can't help but stare at the silver-haired maniac.

His fingers tap against the folder. Slow. Calculating.

"Not at all."

But you see it.

The tension in his shoulders. The barely concealed twitch of his jaw. The way his gaze flickers—not to your boss, but to you. And in that moment—you know.

You’ve won.

Because the game has already started. Because the trap is already set. Because he wants you.

And soon enough, he won’t care what it costs him.

Without even bothering to see whether Mikey has signed, the boss gently but firmly places you back on the sofa, and then leaves. The confidence of a madman that has gotten everything he wanted.

He doesn't know what overcame him, but Manjiro finds his legs moving beyond his control. And suddenly, he's talking to you.

"I feel like you shouldn’t be here, angel," he says, voice low, dark.

But he doesn’t mean it. Not really.

Because he’s already leaning in.

Because he already wants you.

The whiskey burns. The ice is melting. His gaze is a slow drag of a cigarette down your skin.

You've seen this a million times, the gaze of a man in power who believes you're the helpless Ophelia, caught in a game played by men, bound to be hung by ropes pulled beyond your control.

Let him see what he wants to see. Let him think you’re something soft, something delicate, something caught in the teeth of men sharper than you.

As if the city outside isn't a labyrinth you built, brick by brick. As if he isn't fighting a war you started.

He didn't know that you were the mastermind behind 'Echelon.'

You knew what the people said: "I heard Echelon was created by serial killers who escaped prison" "I've heard it was the boss' cold cunning that got them to these heights" "I've heard…"

Idiots. All of them.

Yet, when he leans in close—when the smoke curls between you, when his breath teasingly warms your cheek, only to then pull your hands to his lips—you wonder.

What would it be like to be the girl he thinks you are?

Just for a night. Just for the taste of something pure.

But then the moment passes. The whiskey is gone. The war presses against the walls. Your boss is waiting outside. You get up.

You smile at him and bow.

"Pleasure doing business with you." You say formally- too formally, for Mikey. Despite his will that throngs against his heart, all he seems to be able to do is watch pathetically as your beautiful frame exits the bar.

Who the fuck are you?

"Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don't know why. Keep making me laugh, let’s go get high. The road is long, we carry on. Try to have fun in the meantime."

You weren’t supposed to be here.

Not in his bed, not in his arms, not in this mess of heat and hunger that coils tight around your ribs. Not kissing him back when there’s nothing left for him to tell you.

This was about nothing more than winning. Echelon wins, they don’t feel, they don't sympathize, they don't love.

This is only about winning- never wanting.

About playing the part so well that he never saw the knife in your hand. About drawing him in, unraveling him, pressing close enough to hear the things no one else was meant to hear.

And you had him. You had him. The information you needed, the secrets he should never have whispered against your skin—it’s all yours now. He’s reckless with his secrets. He spills them like whiskey, like blood on pavement. And you drink it in, every word, every doubt.

You listened to him as he talked of paranoia, of a life of suffering, of loss. You caressed his head as he cried for every one he's lost. You learned of Izana, of Emma, of Shinichiro. That was part of the plan- you had already known all of that.

What wasn't part of the plan was the aching in your heart.

A storm snarls against the rooftops, rain clawing down the glass of his penthouse windows. He kisses you in the dark, mouth searing, hands desperate—like if he holds on tight enough, he can carve something permanent into you.

You let him.

You let him trace every inch of you, let him whisper secrets against your collarbone, let him believe he is the only one who sees you as you are.

And maybe he is.

But it doesn’t matter.

Because every night you spend tangled in him, his empire shrinks. Because every time you whisper his name, his enemies grow stronger. Because every time he touches you, you carve another crack in his foundation.

And yet—

There’s a moment, just before dawn, when the city is nothing but cold emptiness, when his arm is draped over your waist and his breath is warm on your skin, and you wish you had met him in another life.

One where your hands weren’t already stained red.

One where your lips weren’t pressed to his throat, whispering the things that would ruin him.

But this isn’t that life.

You were never supposed to wake up worrying about whether he's killed himself. You were never supposed to miss the warmth of his body when you woke up in an empty bed- in fact, you were the one who was supposed to leave.

And yet—

You’re still here. Still breathless beneath him, still chasing the taste of his mouth, still lost in the way his hands know exactly where to hold you.

The line was supposed to be clear.

But somewhere between the first stolen glance and the second glass of wine, between the nights spent talking in the dark and the mornings spent wrapped in sheets you were never meant to wake up in—

The line blurred.

And now—now it terrifies you.

Because you’ve seen what happens to those who forget which side they stand on. Because desire is dangerous. Desire makes men weak- you know that better than anyone.

And if you aren’t careful—You might not be able to kill him.

And that was never supposed to be a possibility.

Not for you. Not for him.

But the worst part?

You don’t know if you want to save him, or if you just want to burn with him.

Maybe in another life, Manjiro Sano was a man that didn't know the feeling of killing a man with his eyes closed, and you were a woman who didn't go to bed with the test of gunpowder on her tongue.

A woman who didn’t already know how this story ends.

But despite the odds, despite the futility of this life, you let him love you.

You let him trust you- this man that has lived in a world of mistrust and betrayal, who has never known what it is like to hold someone close to his heart. You let him trust you as you hold that knife behind your back. And the longer he kisses you, the harder you press it until it is your blood that spills to the ground built on stolen money and the sins of a billion men.

Oh god,

Manjiro is going to fuck you up.

"Choose your last words, this is the last time."

You have to do this.

If you don’t—if you hesitate, if you let the weight of his hands, his mouth, his voice linger for even a second longer—you never will.

You’ve seen it happen before.

People who think they can balance on the edge of the blade, who think they can hold love in one hand and a knife in the other. But sooner or later, they always drop one.

And it’s never the knife.

So you tell yourself—it ends tonight. You will meet him.

You will press close, like always. You will kiss him slow, kiss him deep, kiss him like nothing is wrong. Even when your heart bleeds. Even when the tears threaten to fall and burn his skin like acid.

And when he least expects it—when his guard is down, when his breath hitches just so, You will do it. You will finish what you started.

You will walk away.

And this time, you won’t look back.

It was a plan that has been hanging in your heart for the longest time now, but then something shifts, and you know you have to kill him.

Because as you sit there, gripping the phone tighter than you should, your heart hammers with something far worse than guilt.

It’s suspicion.

It’s the slow, sinking realization that something isn’t right.

Because you start noticing things. Small things. But in this world of crime and punishment, small things are always the loudest.

The way his men look at you now. Not with curiosity, not with lust, but with something colder. Calculating. Like they know something you don’t. The way he holds you lately. Tighter. Longer. Like a man saying goodbye before he’s ready to let go. The way his words weigh more. Each one careful. Measured.

As if he’s waiting for you to notice.

And then—the final crack.

A single misstep, a single breath too sharp, a single pause before he answered something simple.

And you know.

He knows. Maybe not all of it, not yet, but enough to be dangerous.

You press the phone to your ear, trying to steady your breathing.

“We need to talk, jiro”

A beat of silence.

Then his voice, calm. Too calm.

“Yeah,” he says. “We do.”

It’s raining. Of course it is.

You knew this moment would come.

The moment his eyes go sharp, his voice drops low. The moment he looks at you and doesn’t see the girl he kissed in the rain—only the shadow of the woman who ruined him.

"Go on," he says, quiet, patient, waiting for the final betrayal to fall from your lips.

"Tell me."

And that’s when it hits you—

He isn’t angry.

Not yet.

No, the way he’s looking at you now—it’s worse than anger.

It’s acceptance.

Like he knew this was how it would end. Like he saw this coming long before you did. Like he was just waiting for you to catch up. Manjiro Sano never knew what it was like to trust someone- you knew this. You were the fool.

"It was you," he breathes.

The Echelon inside you screams: Hold his gaze. Don’t flinch. Don’t break.

Don’t let him see the part of you that wishes it wasn’t true.

"You used me," he says. The words land like gunfire.

The truth is this: You didn’t have to.

He handed himself over willingly. Laid his empire at your feet, kissed you like a man praying for mercy.

And you took it. You took it all.

But he doesn’t understand that you never meant for him to drown. He doesn’t see the way your fingers tremble at your sides. He doesn’t hear the way your breath shudders under the weight of his silence. He steps forward.

You could lie. You could tell him it wasn’t your fault, that you were caught in the tide, that you had no choice. But you don’t. Because despite everything he deserves the truth.

You step closer. Lift a hand to his cheek. Let your fingers trail down to where his pulse beats—fast, too fast.

"You knew?" you ask, and your voice doesn’t sound like yours.

He exhales, a slow drag of smoke, before flicking the cigarette to the ground. He crushes it beneath his heel.

"I knew."

A simple answer. A final answer.

You want to ask how long. You want to ask what gave you away.

You want to ask if he ever really wanted you, or if he was always just waiting for the knife.

But none of that matters anymore.

What matters is that this should be easy.

You’ve done this before. You’ve walked into rooms and left men bleeding in their own shadows. You’ve whispered secrets and stolen breaths, then pulled the trigger without a second thought. Bullet after bullet after bullet. The lifeless trail of blood leaking down the heel of your stiletto never meant anything to you.

So why won’t you move?

Why do your fingers tremble when you reach for the weapon?

Why does your heart feel too loud, too alive, too much?

Why does it feel like killing Manjiro would be the same as killing yourself?

"‘Cause you and I, we were born to die."

A moment stretches between you.

His gun is heavy at his hip. Yours is closer, safety off, heartbeat ticking in your palm.

Somewhere, far below, a city hums. Neon flickers. Cars pass. People go on living.

But not you.

You are trapped in this moment. A breath away from an ending neither of you want, but both of you deserve.

Maybe he walks away. Maybe you do.

Maybe one of you pulls the trigger, and the other never breathes again.

You were always meant to destroy each other. Because love was never enough.

"Say it," he murmurs, stepping closer.

Not a demand. A plea.

"Say it, baby, and I’ll believe you."

And you know what he’s asking. Lie to me, just one more time.

Tell me you never wanted this. Tell me I was nothing. Tell me it was all a game.

If you do, maybe he’ll let you go. Maybe he’ll walk away.

Maybe he’ll make this easier.

But you can’t.

Because for the first time in your life, the lie won’t come.

And Mikey sees it.

His breath shudders. His lips part, like he wants to say something else. Something cruel, something final, something that will sever the last thread holding you together.

But in the end—

He just shakes his head.

And he steps back.

The silence between you is thick, suffocating. The rain doesn’t stop. It hammers down in sheets, running in rivers down your skin, slicking your hair to your face. It tastes like iron.

You don’t remember reaching for the gun.

Maybe you always knew it would come to this. Maybe that was the truth neither of you ever dared to say out loud, that you were always meant to be each other’s end.

And then—

A flash of silver in the dark.

Both of you move at the same time.

Two guns raised. Two fingers on two triggers.

Two hearts that beat only for the other.

You don’t know if it’s the water or the agony, but there are tears in his eyes. Or maybe they’re in yours. Neither of you blinks or breathes.

He’s looking at you, not like an enemy, not like a mistake but like something he was never supposed to love—but loved anyway.

Like something he was willing to die for.

And you know he sees it in you, too.

Because in this moment, Sano Manjiro is not just a man, and you are not just a weapon.

You are two people who walked too far into the dark and found each other there. Two people who never learnt how to feel, feeling something to depths they did not know how to crawl out of, now standing here with no way out.

Don't make me sad, don't make me cry

Sometimes love is not enough, and the road gets tough

I don't know why

Keep making me laugh, let's go get high

The road is long, we carry on, try to have fun in the mean time

Come and take a walk on the wild side, let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain- you like your girls insane.

Choose your last words, this is the last time

Cuz you and I,

We were born to die. - 'Born to Die,' Lana Del Ray.

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sie-rui · 1 year ago

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❀ SISTER, SISTER (REWRITE) | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 sano family 💿 female reader, second pov (you/your), angst and fluff, hurt / comfort, family, platonic relationship, implied soulmates, tw: canonical character death, au - canon divergence, timeline: pre-canon (headcanon), timeline: pre-moebius (imagine), headcanon + imagine 📅 july 21, 2021 🎙️ i accidentally deleted this. i had to rewrite… if someone has the original copy, please i beg of you, SEND it to me. i don’t really care if you plagiarized it or something, just give me the copy i beg. I had a breakdown because of this. 🔗 masterlist ,, parts: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05

Sano Shinichiro’s best friend isn’t just his platonic soulmate, they’re also his younger sibling’s older sister.

☆ Sano Shinichiro has a lot of tight-knit relationships (4lifers, some may say), but there is one that everyone unanimously agreed was his closest one.

☆ It was a wonder to some how the two of you become such close companions. To some, after seeing Sano Shinichiro with you, they easily understood.

☆ Meeting in school as his underclassman, it didn’t take long for you to get roped into his gang’s bullshit. It wasn’t that you were an official member but you were definitely someone. Someone to Sano Shinichiro. Someone.

☆ Sano Shinichiro is batshit crazy, especially during his younger years. It just so happened that you were crazy as well.

☆ In high school, you guys were definitely uncontrollable. Whatever Shinichiro did, you tagged along.

☆ As you grew older, the both of you were definitely calmer, outgrowing that childish recklessness the both of you had always shared.

☆ It was love. Not romantically, but it was love. The kind of love that Shinichiro was sure that in some other universe, the two of you were together as well.

☆ When someone tried insinuating that the two of you could start dating each other, the response was instant.

“With this asshole?” “With this bitch?”

☆ Shinichiro wonders if the reason why he’s always getting rejected by girls is because you’re always with him. You scoffed.

“Trust me, it’s not me. They just don’t like you.” “I have a great personality!” “Well your face isn’t that great.”

☆ Once Shin introduced you to his family, it was all over.

☆ Mikey had no reaction to your presence in the house at the start, blatantly ignoring you, giving you dead-eyes. You coddled on him, to his chagrin.

☆ Emma, on the other hand, adored you. To the point that Shinichiro and Manjiro wondered if this was really their sister.

☆ You managed to bribe Mikey with sweets. Not that you needed to because when he saw you picking on Shinichiro, he loved you already.

☆ As much as they want you to be a part of the family officially, they begged you not to marry their brother.

“Honestly, you can do better, Y/n-nee.” “Yeah. Shinichiro isn’t worth it.” “I’m right here?!” “We know.”

☆ Shinichiro thinks that they love you more than they love him. He doesn’t quite mind.

☆ Keisuke is Manjiro’s… friend, if you can even call him that. Mikey beats him up for fun. (In his defense, Baji asks for it.)

☆ It was only when you saw Manjiro literally kick a guy twice his size on the face, knocking them out cold, did you realize that this kid could literally kill you.

“Is Manjiro safe?” “Why are you saying that as if he’s some dog?”

☆ You love the kid, either way.

☆ You’d defend him from whatever happens. But if it’s a fight, you’re dropping out. Fuck no. Mikey can fight for himself. (If anything, you’re the one getting beat up.)

“Y/n-nee, Shinichiro hit me!” “Shin, don’t hit him! That was too hard.” “Why are you taking his side?!” “He brought home snacks for me and you’ve been pissing me off lately.”

☆ It does weird you out how he laughs at horror movies when the four of you watch at home, though. Everyone is screaming. You don’t know if he’s laughing at the gory scene on the television or at everyone’s reaction.

☆ Movie nights with the Sano family start during the afternoon because everyone wants a chance to pick a movie.

☆ Sometimes, you get suspicious of Shinichiro disappearing randomly. He doesn’t answer your calls, nor his siblings’. When he comes back and you ask him to explain, he just grins at you and ruffles your hair. Asshole.

“It’s a secret.”

☆ MALL DATES WITH THE SANO FAMILY !!!

☆ It was supposed to be shopping with Emma but three people were tagging along, acting as if it was a coincidence, because they wanted attention from you as well.

☆ It would be a bloodbath. Emma wants to go shopping, Shinichiro wants to go to the arcade, Mikey wants to go home, Keisuke wants to go to a pet shop.

☆ You want to go to the movies. That’s impossible because you’d never get to pick the movie you want to watch.

☆ When you get home, everyone is knocked out tired. After a whole day of complaining and fighting, you didn’t expect anything else. (You were also half-dead on the couch after all.)

☆ You stay over so much at Sano's house that you’re basically a member of that household. Their grandfather doesn’t quite mind.

☆ Their grandfather appreciates your presence in the house. It seems as if it has been livelier with you around. He doesn’t mind the noise.

☆ He doesn’t quite understand how you can stand his grandchildren. For one, his eldest, Sano Shinichiro is running around, creating a gang and picking fights and getting his ass handed to him. Manjiro started calling himself some name, is addicted to fights, and refuses to learn anything else because apparently he’s going to take over Tokyo or something. Emma is… Well, that child seems to hate everyone. Then, there’s also Mikey’s friend, Keisuke. He doesn’t even have to say anything about that kid.

☆ He finally understood when he saw you laughing as you watched Keisuke and Manjiro get chased by wild dogs.

“She’s just as insane as them.”

☆ He says all of that but he loves all four of his grandchildren.

☆ Sometimes, it felt like you lived in that house more than your own. Shinichiro’s room is yours. (He did not agree to this. You sleep on his bed anyway.)

☆ Emma loves playing with your hair and styling it. She complains that her brothers’ hairs are too short. (That’s part of the reason why Mikey grew his out.)

☆ She also learned cooking from you. Honestly, you don’t know how they survived this long. The only thing Shinichiro can cook is curry and it’s shit.

“Shinichiro’s cooking sucks.” “You brat! Try starving!” “Instead of eating your food? Gladly.”

☆ Shinichiro annoys you to teach him how to cook better as well. Emma told him to get out of her kitchen.

☆ Mikey has this habit of judging people. He will blackmail you even before he learns the word blackmail. Be careful.

☆ Emma also has a bit of judging people, specifically her brothers. More specifically, Shinichiro’s sense of style and Manjiro’s inability to eat anything that isn’t sweet. She says that’s why he’s so stupid, his brain is filled with sugar.

☆ You can tell that the kids love each other so much though. You just hope that they can show that… properly.

☆ Shinichiro loves taking videos of everything, he uses this camcorder that was gifted to him years ago, on his 7th birthday. He has a shelf of tapes in his room. Later down the row, your videos were in the Sano Family Collection.

☆ It’s always noisy at that house. But it’s expected as it is home to five people.

☆ It only became silent when Shinichiro died.

☆ Everything was different after Shinichiro died.

☆ On the night he died, that was the one night you chose to laugh at him when he asked if you wanted to stay at the shop with him to help fix up Mikey’s birthday gift for tomorrow.

“Hey, Y/n! You better be there for Mikey’s birthday tomorrow.” “How could I not go to my favorite Sano’s birthday?” “I thought that I was your favorite Sano- Don’t laugh!” “Goodnight, Shin.”

☆ Manjiro called you an hour later; that was your last conversation with Shinichiro.

☆ Of course, it hurt you. How could it not? Almost ten years of your life was spent with him, from high school until adulthood. He was family. He was someone. He was Shinichiro.

☆ Sometimes, it felt like a part of you died with him that night.

☆ But you had to be strong. Mikey and Emma were lost, confused, and they were looking at you. How could you show them that you didn’t feel like yourself anymore?

☆ You put on a smile, hardened yourself, and took care of them. They were your kids as much as they were Shinichiro’s.

☆ You spend the nights crying.

☆ Emma refused to leave your side. She cried when you even tried stepping out of the house’s door.

☆ Mikey never left his room the days that followed Shinichiro’s death. He barely ate, the meals you left outside his door barely eaten. You had to beg him to go out of his room on the day of the funeral. He almost didn’t come.

“Mikey, please. Please. Go see your brother before he has to go. Please, Manjiro.”

☆ You cried outside his door that morning. Begging him.

☆ He came out, eyes red, lips pursed.

☆ The funeral was attended by family, friends, members, people whose lives were changed because of Shinichiro. You find that in funerals, you can see how good of a person the deceased is from the people that visit.

☆ You had no tears left to cry during the funeral, even when people came to pat your shoulder and tell you that he was a good person. You knew that. Shinichiro is a good person. They didn’t have to tell you.

☆ You caught a glance of a boy with light hair standing at the very back. You didn’t recognize him but something was pulling you to him. He left before you could approach him.

☆ The first night after Shinichiro was laid down on his final resting place, you found yourself on the couch in the living room.

☆ That night was the hardest you ever cried for Sano Shinichiro.

☆ The silence was unbearable.

☆ It took so long to finally stop shedding tears over the dead. When you realized that you stopped crying for him, it made you break down even more.

☆ You couldn’t understand how Mikey and Emma manage to go about their day as if nothing was wrong. How they declined therapy, or seeing someone.

☆ You never knew that it was because you were right there. They could act as if nothing was wrong because you were still there.

☆ Sometimes, you just want to run away and never look back. To forget about Shinichiro, about Mikey, Emma, their whole bloodline. It was heavy. It was so heavy. But you didn’t.

☆ That was love.

☆ But it was Mikey and Emma who insisted that you take the job offer overseas.

“We’ll be fine here, Y/n-nee.” “Yeah, we’re not babies. We can take care of ourselves just fine.” “Well, I can. Mikey can’t.” “Hey!”

☆ Your eyes were teary when you packed your bags and left, promising them that it would only be for a while, that you’d come back soon.

“They’re at their little meeting.”

You feel the breeze caress your skin, like an old friend greeting you home. Shibuya never changed in the years that you were gone. From their grandfather’s words, it seemed like the Sano siblings didn’t change as well. Seriously, why is the meeting still at night?

You just came back to Japan and the very first place that you went was, of course, home. The Sano Household. Only to find out that the two kids that you were planning to surprise weren't even there.

Their grandfather had welcomed you warmly like you were his own grandchild, telling you that as usual, they were out having a little meeting. You thanked him, leaving your bags, before finding yourself in the cold once more.

You were unofficially officially tasked to drag them home.

Mikey you can understand, but Emma? Why in the world is she hanging out with her brother? In her brother’s meeting? In her brother’s gang meeting? You wondered if starting or being in gangs was in the bloodline. It’s as if the Sano Siblings were destined to trouble, as if they’d get sick if they aren’t fighting something.

You adjust the plastic bag on your wrist. You bought some ingredients for dorayaki, planning on spending the night to make some with the siblings because you know that Manjiro wouldn’t be able to wait until tomorrow.

God, I love these kids too much.

The silence of the night was peaceful.

The silence of the night was broken by bellowing.

“Who in the world is screaming in the dead of the night?”

You sighed, starting your trek up the steps of Musashi shrine. It wasn’t until midway did you finally start to recognize that voice. “Manjiro?” What the fuck.

Hurrying to the top, the shrine was crowded by rows of black uniforms, young teens in lines looking up at the shrine where the familiar strands of blond stood. You blink.

For a second, you saw Black Dragon.

For a second, you saw Sano Shinichiro.

You couldn’t help the gasp that left your lips, unheard in the midst of one Sano Manjiro’s yelling. Last you heard, there were barely 10 guys in the Tokyo Manji Gang. To think that that snotty brat who refused to eat anything that isn’t sweet is leading such a huge group, is succeeding in his once little dream.

Manjiro looked like Shinichiro, you realize, standing at the very back.

You shook yourself out of your stupor. No. You refuse to let yourself walk backwards, to let yourself see things that aren’t there, to remember moments long past.

Emma is standing off to the side with a cute girl beside her. At least she didn’t seem to be a part of the gang, wearing civilian clothes that you hoped was keeping her warm. You don’t want her getting sick. You march forward, ignoring the looks sent your way by the members as they try to stop you.

Without a pause, you start matching Manjiro’s screaming just as Emma starts, “Y/n-nee!-”

“Shut the hell up, Sano Manjiro!”

The silence of the night returns.

Wide obsidian eyes stare into your as you stand at the very front, at the bottom of the stairs where Mikey stood. “It is eleven in the fucking evening. Everyone is asleep. None of your members are talking. So tell me, why the fuck are you screaming?!”

There were murmurs behind you. He doesn’t seem to mind, a grin splitting his face, the cold mask he was wearing breaking as he jumps down, skipping steps. “Y/n-nee!”

“We’re going home!”

You step to the side, letting him land on the space where you once were, knowing that you were going to get tackled if you hadn’t dodge. Mikey is unnerved, simply turning around and jumping on you, arm hitting your throat.

Draken looked exasperated, knowing that the President wasn’t going to go back to whatever he was saying and it was up to him to adjourn for the night.

“You’re back!” He looks at the plastic bag. “ARE THOSE FOR DORAYAKI?!”

“Nuh-uh! Go back up there and finish your little club meeting.”

“But Ken-chin-”

“No!”

Mikey pouts as he gets pushed off of you. Ken gives you a thankful look as if you were an angel sent by the heavens to rein their spontaneous boss back. “Let’s go, Emma,” you call to the girl already hurrying over.

“Y/n-”

“No.”

You turn your back to Mikey, grabbing Emma’s hand as she looks at you with wide eyes, a growing smile on her lips. Seriously, screaming at 11 in the evening at a shrine where no one is talking? You worry for Mikey sometimes.

“Keisuke, you’re invited as well,” you tell the boy in passing, glancing at the blond beside him. “Bring your pretty friend over as well.”

“Y/n-nee, when did you come back?”

You smile at her. “Just now.”

“And you headed straight here?”

Technically, no. You headed home. “Where else would I go if not to you and Mikey?”

It's just that your home is the Sano Family.

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baby-tini · 9 months ago

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pussy-whipped! mikey x dick-whipped! reader

This is literally the perfect combination, especially if it's Street Racer!Mikey that we're talking about. This man is definition of pussy whipped, he can literally not go a day without shoving his head in between your thighs, it's an addiction, he needs it. He is at his absolute happiest when his tongue is buried deep in your cunt. He's acts like it his first time with just how eager he is and he's even more eager when you're pulling him into the bathroom stall for a quickie because it all happens so fast for him that he can't even think straight as your tugging at his belt and that cute little you have when you look up at him because your frustrated that his belt isn't coming off. He can't resist laughing at you because you didn't even unbuckle silly girl, how do you expect it too come off when it's not even un-done? He also loves just how much sex happens between the two of you, it's very rare for you two go hours without at least a quickie- muchless days. Even if he's busy with racing, he'll help you get off through the phone- it's even better if you meet him at the track because then he can help you and he's so willing that it's cute, always looking up at you with those big eyes as he drops to his knees in front of you.

#baby-tini #anon ask #manjiro sano #tokyo revengers sano manjiro #manjiro x reader #sano mikey manjiro #sano manjiro x reader #tokyo revengers #mikey #tr mikey #street racer manjiro #street racer mikey #street racer mikey x reader #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro x you #tr smut #tr x reader #tr manjiro sano #manjiro

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wingo5 · 1 year ago

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married-to-google-translater · 6 months ago

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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.

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izanacore · 2 months ago

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“loml” | shinichiro sano x reader

one-shot 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: y/n was on her way to becoming a doctor, focused on her studies and determined to make it through med school. then came shinichiro sano—persistent, annoying, and completely smitten with her. she never knew that behind his easygoing nature, he was running out of time. with only a few months left to live, all he wanted was to love her while he still could.

characters: shinichiro sano, fem!reader, manjiro “mikey” sano

warnings: major character death, terminal illness, grief, heavy angst, emotional distress, and mourning.

notes: thought of this out of nowhere to and now i’m crying? or i’m just shallow? idk! btw shin and y/n are in the same age. shin is still in college, well, y’know. cause he keep failing while y/n was already in her med school lol. lmk ur thoughts abt this fic pls pls!

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

y/n sat in the farthest corner of the library, her head down, shoulders trembling as silent tears rolled down her cheeks. she failed.

her.

the girl who always had her shit together. the girl who spent sleepless nights perfecting every detail of her report. the girl who never let herself slip—because she couldn’t. not when this was her final year of med school. not when she had worked too damn hard to get here.

but none of that mattered now. because despite everything, despite the effort, despite the sacrifices—she still failed.

“y/n!!!”

her body stiffened. not now, please not now.

a loud shhhh!! echoed through the library as the librarian snapped, “shinichiro, if you’re gonna run your loud mouth one more time, i swear i will ban you from coming here forever!”

“i’m sorry!! i’m sorry! please, you know this is the only way i can approach the love of my life!” shinichiro whined dramatically, completely unbothered by the glares thrown his way.

right. the love of his life. y/n l/n.

y/n rolled her puffy eyes, pressing her temples. she didn’t have the patience for this today. shinichiro had been chasing after her for who knows how long, but she had never entertained him. strictly no boyfriend—that was her rule. she had no time for distractions, no space for unnecessary chaos in her already exhausting life.

especially not with a guy like him. a gang member. loud, reckless, completely unserious about his future. how could she, someone who wanted a peaceful life, ever consider someone like that?

yet, despite her best efforts, shinichiro never seemed to get the hint.

she heard him before she saw him, his voice carrying over from the entrance.

“y/n!!” a quiet shout escaped from him.

y/n squeezed her eyes shut. she could not deal with him right now.

shinichiro spotted her instantly and, as always, made a beeline for her table, plopping down beside her with a grin too bright for a place like this. “y/n, i got you pancakes,” he whispered conspiratorially, sliding a small bag under the table. food is not even allowed in the library, but she was really exhausted to even lecture him for that.

y/n barely looked at it, but before she could even protest, shinichiro had already shoved it into her bag. as if she had a choice.

he had been waiting for her after class earlier, as he always did, but today, he saw something he wasn’t expecting—y/n, on the verge of tears.

before he could call out to her, she was gone.

and so, shinichiro had done what he did best: he ran to the nearest store to grab her comfort food. the pancakes she always ate when she was stressed. the ones she once offhandedly mentioned made her feel a little better.

now, here she was, ignoring him completely, head dropping onto the table with a dull thud.

shinichiro’s eyes widened. “oi, you’re gonna hurt yourself!” he quickly placed his palm on the table right under where she was banging her head.

but y/n, in true stubborn fashion, didn’t stop. she just kept going.

except now, instead of the table, she was bumping her head against his palm.

shinichiro let out a small laugh. what a stubborn girl.

“what happened, love?” he asked softly.

y/n froze, then slowly lifted her head to glare at him. “don’t call me love.”

shinichiro pouted. “oh? then what do you want me to call you? baby? babe—”

“y/n.”

“are you sure you don’t want—”

“yes.”

shinichiro sighed dramatically but then smiled. “alright, alright. i’ll just call you by your name then. after all, it’s better than all those call signs. your name is pretty. like you.”

y/n shot him a look, unimpressed. “but I wanted to be called ‘love’ though. can you?” shinichiro grinned, testing his luck.

y/n ignored him entirely.

instead, she let out a long sigh and muttered, “i just… i did everything for this report. for a whole week. i barely slept just to get it done. and it’s still not enough?”

shinichiro stilled.

a whole week?

“who’s that professor?” him acting tough, as if he can threaten her professor. “i’ll make sure to teach him a lesson.”

y/n let out a small chuckle despite herself.

as much as shinichiro annoyed the hell out of her, he always found a way to make her laugh. to listen. to be there.

she would never say it out loud—god forbid his ego get any bigger—but deep down, she appreciated him.

she just… couldn’t give him what he wanted.

not now.

because if she could barely make time for herself, how could she ever make time for a relationship?

the walk home was slow—agonizingly so.

not because it was far. not because y/n was tired.

but because shinichiro, stubborn as ever, refused to let her walk home alone. again.

“either i take you home, or you’re walking with me.” his voice was final, leaving no room for argument.

but of course, she could argue. she could tell him to leave her alone, to stop hovering, to just go about his own damn business.

except she knew shinichiro.

and shinichiro wasn’t the type to listen.

so, she had walked. and shinichiro? he had followed.

on his motorbike.

at a walking pace.

which, as expected, led to honking, yelling, and a whole lot of pissed-off drivers.

but shinichiro? completely unfazed.

y/n sighed, defeated. because shinichiro sano is already causing traffic. “just take me home already!”

and that was how she ended up on the back of his bike, arms stiff wrapped around him as he drove her home.

when they finally reached her house, shinichiro hopped off first, carefully helping y/n remove her helmet. she rang the doorbell, and within seconds, the door swung open to reveal her mother’s beaming face.

“thank you, shin, for bringing our y/n home safely again.” her mom practically gushed. then, with a knowing smirk, she added, “how did your day go? did she give you a hard time today?”

y/n scoffed, crossing her arms. “uh, mom? shouldn’t you be asking that question to me? i’m your child, not him.”

her mother barely spared her a glance. “and? if you can’t value your friends, then i will.” she turned back to shinichiro, smiling warmly. “he is the only friend you have. or, well… soon-to-be boyfriend.”

her eyebrows wiggled suggestively.

y/n felt her soul leave her body.

“mom!”

her mother only laughed, stepping aside to let her in. “come inside, shin. have dinner with us.”

shinichiro scratched the back of his neck, suddenly sheepish. “oh, it’s okay, ms. l/n, y/n might—”

“pfft.” y/n cut him off. “just get your ass inside. it’s not like you aren’t here almost every day anyway.”

her mother clapped her hands together. “see? and i told you to call me m/n.”

shinichiro chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. “hehe… sorry.”

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

by the time dinner started, y/n barely had to lift a finger to keep the conversation going.

her dad and shinichiro? practically best friends at this point.

they were both obsessed with motorcycles, so naturally, any time shinichiro came over, the two would spend hours geeking out over bike models, engines, and parts y/n didn’t even pretend to understand.

tonight was no different.

but y/n didn’t mind.

she sat there, quietly observing as her father laughed at something shinichiro said, her mother chiming in with a playful remark.

they were… happy.

and for some reason, the sight of it—her family laughing, talking, feeling whole—made something tighten in her chest.

because deep down, she knew.

she had always known.

without shinichiro, she probably wouldn’t even be here right now, sitting at the dinner table. she’d be locked away in her room, drowning in textbooks, pushing herself to exhaustion.

but tonight…

tonight, she ate with them.

and it was nice.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

after dinner, y/n walked shinichiro to the gate, arms crossed as she leaned against the frame.

“thanks for dinner,” shinichiro said, stretching his arms over his head. “your mom’s cooking is seriously the best. i should come over tomorrow too.”

y/n narrowed her eyes. “nu-uh. you need to stop bribing my mom with your compliments.”

shinichiro grinned. “it’s true, though. but also…” he rubbed his chin in mock thought. “i kinda like eating dinner with you.”

y/n rolled her eyes, but a small chuckle slipped past her lips. “you sneaky bastard. go home already.”

shinichiro laughed, stepping toward his bike. just as he was about to start the engine, y/n called out—

“shin…”

he looked up immediately. “hm?”

she hesitated, then exhaled. “thank you. for eating with us today.” she paused, glancing down. “honestly… if you weren’t here, i probably wouldn’t have eaten with them at all. i would’ve just locked myself in my room and studied until i passed out.”

shinichiro’s teasing demeanor softened.

he tilted his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “don’t be too hard on yourself, y/n.” he shot her a playful wink. “you don’t wanna be a patient before you even become a doctor.”

y/n snorted, shaking her head. “silly.”

shinichiro swung a leg over his bike, grinning.

“bye, shin. drive safe.”

“i told you to call me ‘love’!” shinichiro pouted dramatically.

y/n deadpanned. “and i told you, no.”

he chuckled, revved the engine, and drove off.

as the months passed, they only grew closer.

it was the same routine—shinichiro would annoy her, she would complain (or cry) about her studies, and somehow, he was always there. at this point, he spent more time at her house than she did. sometimes, he wasn’t even there for her. he came to see her parents.

just like today.

y/n was jolted awake by the sudden roar of an engine outside. too loud. too early.

it was a sunday. could she not get one day of peace?

groaning, she dragged herself to the window and yanked it open.

“dad! turn that down! it’s too loud!”

her father’s voice rang out from the garage. “sorry, honey!”

before she could retreat back into bed, a familiar voice called out—cheerful, way too awake.

“morning, y/n!!”

shinichiro.

great. it wasn’t even eight a.m., and she already felt exhausted already. she rolled her eyes and slammed the window shut.

stomping down the stairs, she entered the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. her mother, already bustling around, turned to her with a smile.

“oh, y/n, here’s your food,” she said, handing over a plate. then, lifting another tray, she called toward the door, “boys! take a break. breakfast is ready!”

y/n sighed.

another sunday of sharing her parents with shinichiro.

but, truthfully… she didn’t mind.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

exam season hit like a storm.

y/n had spent the past week drowning in notes, textbooks, and last-minute cramming. but none of that mattered now—not when she had overslept, and was now in full panic mode.

“shit, shit, shit.” she scrambled around her room, stuffing books into her bag. she barely had time to brush her hair, let alone walk to campus.

without a second thought, she grabbed her phone and dialed a number.

the line barely rang once before he picked up.

“shin???”

“yes, y/n?”

“are you at uni already??”

“nope. skipped first class. why? miss me?”

“no?! anyway, can you pick me up? i’m so late, and my first exam is in fifteen minutes—”

“be there in five.”

“thank you, thank you!!”

not even five minutes later, she heard the familiar sound of his engine outside. yanking open the door, she rushed down the stairs and out the gate.

shinichiro sat on his bike, one hand resting lazily on the handlebars as he smirked.

“helmet?” he offered.

y/n waved him off. “just go, shin. i’ll be dead if i miss this exam.”

chuckling, he revved the engine. “then hold on tight.”

he was fast.

too fast.

the wind whipped against her face, her hands clutching tightly around his waist. normally, she would be terrified—but not with shinichiro.

for the first time, the speed didn’t scare her.

the morning breeze, the open road, the feeling of freedom—it was thrilling.

without thinking, she threw her head back and yelled, “woooo!!”, forgetting her exams for a while.

shinichiro laughed. “you enjoying yourself there?”

y/n grinned, nodding eagerly. she had never felt this free before.

and, god, it felt so good.

but before she knew it, they had arrived.

the moment they reached the university gates, y/n hopped off the bike, already sprinting toward the entrance.

“thank you, shin!!!” she shouted over her shoulder.

shinichiro smirked, watching her disappear into the crowd.

“good luck, y/n!”

he sighed, glancing at his phone. well, since he was already here…

he might as well go to class.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

hours later, exams were finally over.

y/n stepped out of the classroom, stretching her arms with a sigh of relief. almost instinctively, her eyes scanned the hallway looking for someone.

and there he was.

shinichiro. leaning against the wall, waiting for her.

a bright smile spread across her face. “shin!!!”

he looked up just in time to see her running toward him.

before he could react, y/n threw herself at him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

shinichiro stiffened. what?

his hands hovered awkwardly before finally settling around her waist, pulling her closer.

“…how was your exam?” he asked, voice softer.

y/n tilted her head up, still hugging him. “my professor already checked the papers. i got the highest score!!”

shinichiro’s face lit up. “y/n!! you’re amazing!!”

without thinking, he lifted her off the ground, spinning her in excitement.

laughing, she held onto him tightly, warmth spreading through her chest.

when he finally set her down, she realized people were staring.

it wasn’t every day that the infamous leader of black dragon was seen hugging the top student of their section.

but honestly?

she didn’t care.

y/n grinned. “since you’re my savior today, let’s go on a date.”

shinichiro blinked. “…are you my y/n?”

she frowned. “what?”

“please never take this y/n away from me,” he said dramatically, clutching his chest. “i love this side of her.”

y/n rolled her eyes. “idiot. i know when to be grateful. but if you don’t want my offer, i’ll just celebrate by myself.”

she turned away, but before she could walk off, shinichiro threw an arm around her shoulders.

“let’s go,” he grinned.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

once they were back on his bike, shinichiro glanced over his shoulder.

“where to, ma’am?”

y/n hummed, thinking. “hm… i dunno? surprise me.”

shinichiro smirked.

after grabbing some snacks from the convenience store, shinichiro took a detour. y/n, expecting a usual hangout spot, was surprised when he drove into a hidden pathway surrounded by trees. when they finally stopped, her eyes widened in awe.

before her was a secluded lake, untouched and serene, its surface glimmering under the afternoon sun.

“shin… i didn’t even know this place existed,” she whispered, still mesmerized.

shinichiro simply watched her with a small smile, admiring her with the view before him.

he pulled out a cloth from inside his bike, spreading it on the ground before placing their snacks on top. then, he plopped down and stretched his legs out.

“what do you think?”

y/n turned to him with excitement. “what do i think?! it’s so pretty, shin!!” she wasted no time, sitting beside him.

they ate in comfortable silence, the soft sounds of nature filling the air, until shinichiro suddenly spoke.

“y/n, if you become a doctor, i should be your first patient.”

y/n frowned. “huh? you idiot! why would you want to be a patient?!”

shinichiro shrugged. “i might get sick, y’know. we never know.”

she huffed, crossing her arms. “don’t say things like that! if anything, i don’t want you to be a patient. ever.”

shinichiro chuckled, finding her reaction adorable. then, without a word, he laid down, resting his head on her lap.

she didn’t push him off.

honestly, after months of hanging out like this, she had gotten used to it.

the silence between them was peaceful—until shinichiro spoke again.

“y/n…?”

“hm?”

his voice was soft. “thank you for making me feel alive.”

she blinked, looking down at him in confusion. “uh… you’re welcome?”

shinichiro chuckled at her response but said nothing more.

then, after a brief pause, he smirked. “are you still aware that i’m courting you and still waiting for you?”

y/n rolled her eyes playfully. “yeah, shin. you remind me every single day.”

he grinned. “so, when are you gonna be my girlfriend?”

she hummed, pretending to think. “hmm… probably after i graduate? but i still need to finish my internship, so it’ll take a few months—”

shinichiro bolted upright. “wait. you’re really considering it???”

y/n tilted her head. “uh… yes?”

shinichiro’s jaw dropped. “what?!?!? y/n?!?!?!”

before she could react, he lunged at her, wrapping her in the tightest hug.

“shin…” she laughed, patting his back.

he pulled away, still in shock. “i can’t believe it.” then, standing up, he threw his arms in the air. “y/n is finally gonna be my girlfriend!!!”

“shin!! be quiet!! i didn’t even say yes yet!”

“still!! that’s like a 90% chance now! i started from zero! it was hard!!”

y/n chuckled, shaking her head. then, leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

shinichiro froze.

completely stunned, he sat there, unmoving, as y/n laughed at his reaction.

and then, she pulled him into a hug.

resting her head against his chest, she whispered, “you said i make you feel alive… but it’s actually the opposite. you’re the one who brought me life, shin. thank you.”

shinichiro tightened his arms around her, holding her close.

they stayed like that for a while, talking about random things until the sun began to set.

as the sky dimmed, shinichiro stretched. “shall we head back now?”

y/n nodded.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

on the ride home, she found herself staring at the stars above, their glow making the night feel almost magical.

wrapped around shinichiro’s back, she let herself feel everything—the wind, the warmth, the way her heart beat just a little faster whenever she was with him.

when they arrived, y/n stepped off the bike, shinichiro followed. she turned to him with a soft smile.

“thank you for today, shin… honestly, for everything. you make me feel… human.”

shinichiro brushed a strand of hair from her face, his gaze lingering. “have i told you how beautiful you are, y/n?”

she chuckled. “mhm. you always do.”

he hesitated for a moment before asking.

“can… can i kiss you?”

her heart stopped.

but then, she nodded.

shinichiro cupped her cheek, leaning in.

the kiss was gentle, slow—filled with all the feelings neither of them had spoken out loud yet.

when they pulled apart, y/n noticed a tear slipping from shinichiro’s eye.

“shin…” she whispered.

he quickly wiped it away, laughing softly. “sorry, y/n. i’m just… too happy.”

then, rubbing the back of his neck, he muttered, “i never thought i’d get to do that.”

y/n smiled. “you talk like i’m so special.”

shinichiro met her gaze, his voice firm. “but you are.”

her chest tightened. before she knew it, tears pricked her eyes.

she hugged him.

“…now you’re making me cry.”

shinichiro chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her back soothingly. pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he sighed. “i should go now, y/n…”

still clinging onto him, she pouted. “why do you sound like you’re going off somewhere, like you’re not coming back?”

he laughed, ruffling her hair. “sorry. okay. see you tomorrow, y/n.”

y/n smirked. “call me ‘love’ now.”

shinichiro blinked. “thought you hated that nickname?”

“i do.” she grinned. “but i only want to hear it from you.”

shinichiro exhaled dramatically. “okay, then. see you tomorrow, my love.”

then, gently, he took her hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it.

y/n felt her heart melt.

as he walked away, she watched him go—smiling softly, feeling lighter than she had in a long time.

but that promised tomorrow never came.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

it had been months since shinichiro disappeared from her life. months of drowning herself in work, of pushing through the grueling days of her internship at the prestigious university hospital she had fought so hard to get into. neurology had always been her goal, but even that couldn’t numb the ache that settled deep in her chest—the pain shinichiro had left behind.

she had buried herself in studies before he came into her life, and now, she returned to it like a lifeline. if she just kept moving, kept going, maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much. maybe she wouldn’t have to think about how he had promised her tomorrow, only to vanish without a trace.

but fate was cruel.

the commotion outside her office barely registered at first—just another emergency, another patient fighting for their life. but as she stepped out to assess the situation, her breath caught in her throat.

there, on the stretcher, pale and barely clinging to life, was shinichiro sano.

her world tilted. the sounds around her faded. she watched there standing as the nurses rushed him to the emergency room. the hospital lights flickered above, casting an eerie glow over his unconscious face. his body was weak, almost lifeless.

no, no, no.

“doc, what’s the status of that patient?” she managed to ask one of her seniors, her voice barely above a whisper.

“rare case. he has brain cancer. it’s a miracle he lasted this long—most don’t make it past six months. he was in a coma for three. just transferred here last week.”

her head spun.

three months.

three months ago was the last time she heard from him. the night he held her close, kissed her for the first time like she was his world.

the emergency room light switched off.

the doctor in charge stepped out to speak with the family.

y/n couldn’t hear anything. she didn’t need to. the cries of his family were enough.

she ran.

she didn’t care about protocol, didn’t care about anything except the overwhelming need to reach him.

she pushed open the doors.

his lifeless body lay in front of her.

“no… no. this can’t be happening.”

her hands trembled as she reached for him, her breath coming in short gasps.

“shin… wake up. i’m here now, love. i missed you. i missed you so much. just seeing you is enough, so please… please wake up, shin.”

nothing.

“please!”

her sobs echoed through the cold, sterile room as she clung to him, her fingers gripping onto the fabric of his hospital gown like she could somehow pull him back to her.

but shinichiro sano was gone.

the door creaked open.

a familiar voice, shaking.

“are you y/n l/n?”

she looked up to see who she assumed was his brother—mikey, the little brother he always talked about—standing there with red-rimmed eyes.

he stepped forward, hesitantly, his hands trembling as he held out a small box and a folded letter.

“my brother… he wanted you to have this.”

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

the rooftop was quiet, save for the distant sounds of the city below.

y/n sat beside mikey, the weight of the letter heavy in her hands. neither of them spoke for a long time, the grief settling between them like an unbearable storm.

finally, she broke the silence.

“how long?”

mikey exhaled shakily. “we found out last year. he was in a coma since three months ago.”

three months ago.

her heart clenched.

“he woke up last week. we thought he was getting better… he even asked for you the moment he woke up.” mikey let out a small, broken chuckle. “he even asked his friends to find you insisted on transferring here because he found out you were working here. he spent the past week just watching you. sneaking out of his room in a wheelchair just to catch a glimpse of you.”

y/n swallowed the lump in her throat.

“last night, he asked me to grab something from his room, a box specifically. told me to write a letter for him because his arm was too weak to hold a pen. that’s what you’re holding.”

her grip on the letter tightened.

“i told him to tell you about his condition, but he refused. said you were already carrying so much on your shoulder, and he didn’t want to burden you.”

her lips trembled. “he’s an idiot. it would’ve been better if i saw him.”

mikey laughed, but it was hollow, filled with pain. “he really loved you, y/n. even in his last breath, all he did was talk about you.”

tears welled in mikey’s eyes, his voice cracking. “i wanted him to have a long life. a family. kids. he wasn’t the best at a lot of things, but he was good at loving people. and now… now i’ll never get to see that.”

y/n bit back a sob.

why did it have to be him?

why did it have to be shinichiro sano?

the boy who loved so fiercely, so selflessly.

the only one who had ever made her feel alive.

mikey sighed, wiping at his eyes. “i’ll leave you alone now… so you can read it.” he hesitated. “thank you for loving my brother. your love saved him, even if it was just for a little while.”

and then she was alone.

the letter shook in her hands as she slowly unfolded it.

the world felt unbearably silent.

y/n sat alone on the hospital rooftop, the city lights flickering below like dying embers. in her trembling hands was the last thing shinichiro sano left for her—a letter and a small box.

her fingers trembled as she unfolded the paper. she wasn’t ready. she’d never be ready.

but she had to read it.

dear y/n,

if you’re reading this, i’m probably off to heaven now (if i am permitted go to heaven! hahaha).

first off, i just wanted to say how beautiful you are. just saw you earlier doing doctor stuff and thought to myself, ‘wow, my girl is really gonna become a doctor now.’ sorry i didn’t get to remind you how beautiful you are these past three months. you’re probably mad at me for disappearing like that. i’m sorry. i didn’t cheat, baby. i promise!! you’re the only one i love!!

but i’m grateful, you know? i got to spend my last day as a normal person on a date with you. you looked so beautiful that day. too bad i won’t get to see more of you anymore.

i was really looking forward to your graduation so i could finally have a proper girlfriend. you know, i had a crush on you since the freshman ceremony. four whole years of loving you from afar. and i only got the courage to approach you in your senior year because… well, i found out i was dying. i wanted to spend the remaining time i have to give you the love you deserve.

sucks, right? but it gave me the push i needed. i wanted you to know how much i loved you, even if i never really stood a chance. i have nothing to lose anyway. a guy like me? with someone like you? i must have been delusional. but somehow, i did it. you became my girlfriend—well, 90% at least, haha. the happiest day of my life was when you said you will be my girlfriend soon. but i got so caught up in that happiness, i forgot i was running out of time.

honestly, i wanted to scream at how unfair the world is. but at the same time, i can’t be too mad. because this sickness gave me the courage to have you, to hold you, even for just a little while.

people say ‘i love you so much i’d die for you,’ but for me? i love you so much that i’d live for you. and you gave me a reason to.

thank you, y/n. thank you for everything. i’m sorry i had to go too soon, but i know my girl is strong. i know you’ll be okay even without me by your side.

did you see the box? it’s an engagement ring.

her breath caught in her throat.

yn’s gaze shifted to the small box beside her. with shaking hands, she opened it.

a ring.

he was going to marry her.

her vision blurred as she forced herself to continue reading.

actually, i was supposed to propose to you on your graduation, not just ask you to be my girlfriend, just because i didn’t want to let you go anymore. i mean, i already know who i wanted to spend the rest of my life with. why not just marry you instead? hahaha.

i accepted the surgery knowing the risks were higher—because if there was even the smallest chance i could live longer, stay with you longer, marry you… i was willing to take it. it gave me hope.

but shit happens, huh? i went into a coma before i even got the chance. i’m sorry i couldn’t put that ring on your finger myself. you deserve a real proposal.

i won’t be around for your graduation now, so i’m giving it to you early.

y/n, take care of yourself, okay? i asked mikey to look out for you. sorry for all the times i stressed you out. but don’t be reckless like me, okay? i want you safe.

just be happy, y/n. even if one day, you forget about me, if it means your heart is at peace, it’s okay.

i loved you more than you’ll ever know. if only i had more time… i would have given you everything.

my princess. my girl. my love.

shit, that sounds nice, doesn’t it? being able to call you mine.

but it won’t happen now.

thank you for everything, y/n. i wish i could hold you one last time.

see you later, love. in another life?

“in another life, shin…”

the paper slipped from her hands as a sob tore from her throat.

y/n clutched the ring, slipping it onto her finger with shaking hands.

“it looks good on me, love, right?” she whispered, her voice breaking.

but no one answered.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

months passed.

graduation day arrived.

a day that was supposed to be the happiest moment of her life was now the loneliest.

after the ceremony, y/n didn’t celebrate. didn’t join her classmates in their laughter and joy.

instead, she went straight to him.

the grave was cold beneath her touch. she placed fresh flowers down, spreading a mat beside his tombstone. on it, she laid out the same snacks they had on their last date. and pancakes. the ones he always brought her.

she took a shaky breath.

“shin, guess what? i graduated with honors.” she forced a laugh. “crazy, right? just months ago, you were waiting outside my classroom then i’ll come to you crying about the lecture that day… and now i’m finally done.”

her fingers traced his name on the tombstone.

“so… are we engaged now?” she smiled softly, holding up her hand. “you were supposed to propose today, and i already have the ring. so i guess that means i said yes.”

the silence stretched on.

her smile faded.

“shin… i miss you.”

her body curled forward as she rested her head against his grave.

“please come back now…” her voice cracked. “you said you’d marry me. so come back… please…”

tears spilled freely, soaking into the stone beneath her.

“i want your arms around me again. i don’t want to forget your voice. your touch. shin, please… it hurts so much.”

she sobbed until her body ached.

until her voice was raw.

until the sun had long set, and all that remained was the hollow echo of her grief.

life went on.

the world kept turning.

but something inside her had shattered the day shinichiro sano died.

and no matter how much time passed… she would never be the same.

his last words haunted her. be happy. be okay.

but how?

how was she supposed to be okay when the love of her life was gone?

when the only person who made her heart feel full was now just a memory?

she let out a trembling breath.

“i love you, shin.”

she kissed the ring on her finger.

“i love you so much. you will always be the love of my life.”

and he was. he always would be.

but now, he was nothing more than a memory—one that haunted her every waking moment, one that left her aching, empty, and irreparably shattered.

because shinichiro sano wasn’t just the love of her life.

he was the loss of her life.

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