#manjiro sano angst

[kawataslvr]

im craving some soft Mikey x male reader where reader is Draken’s distant relative coming to visit and really wanted to meet the supposed “Invincible Mikey” and when they do meet, they both like fall for each other immediately but dont say anything and Draken’s just so dumb and needs Emma to spell it out to him and hes just like “ohhh…wait what” and then freaks out not knowing what to do to help or something and Emma just ends up calling Hina and Takemichi to help plan some little date thing for Mikey n reader and Takemichi just ends up like patting Draken’s back saying “its ok to not understand how to be a 3rd wheel” lmfao

anywho, Mikey n reader end up together and have regular doriyaki dates or something <3

Summary : Fluff ,, He/Him ,, no actual warnings ,, Draken is distant cousins with reader,, a lil ooc ig?

SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG IVE JUST BEEN BUSY 😭🙏

A/N : SHDHFJ, please i love soft mikey and you gave me the perfect excuse to write him again.

Draken and you hung out every once in a while, even with that, you still hadn’t met Mikey in any one of those instances.

Much to your luck, Draken always told you.. but you were still super curious to meet the so called “invincible Mikey” never really getting to see him even if you lived around those parts.

After convincing him to let you meet him, you finally met the so called “Invincible Mikey” much to your surprise he was much more friendly.

Handsome.

Amazing..

Wonderful..

Why was your heart beating so fast now that he wad next to you? You hoped neither Mikey Draken noticed how flustered you were.

Even if Mikey was just as flustered, the conversation went normally. You and Mikey clicked immediately, it was plain to see right away.

Even if you two lived differently.

Draken somehow hadn’t caught on to you twos obvious liking for each other, even if you two were red as tomatoes very time you two accidentally touched.

Of course, when Emma saw you two.. she immediately saw it.

The marria— The way you two looked so cute together. And how both of you were hopelessly inlove.

Emma quickly asked Draken who the guy was , aka you. He told her and she freaked out, starting talking about how you two were perfect together while you and Mikey talked in the distance in the living room.

“Emma the hell do you mean?”

“You don’t see it!? The way Mikey is looking at that dude!?” Draken still didn’t catch whatever Emma was talking about, until they heard Mikey say something.

“You want some Y/N?” Did mikey just offer you his food? Not any, but his Doriyaki? Draken and Emma went silent.

The tall giraffe Draken finally catching on.

“You see what I mean!” Draken nodded and Emma quickly got to scheeming a date for you two.

Calling Takemichi and Hina over to arrange something for the two of you.

Draken and Takemichi went to go talk to you, Emma and Hina dragging Mikey away while he reluctantly screeched. Not that he couldn’t pull away, but Emma was scary.

You and Takemichi also got along well, but there was an obvious difference between how you and Mikey talked and you and Michi talked. Draken could now tell.

After Emma explained it to him and the hole sharing food situation.

“Mikey, do you like that guy!?”

“eh!?” Mikey was filled with confusion, not because he didnt. But did he make it that obvious? Did Y/N notice?

“It’s obvious! you like him right!?”

“I- Yeah I guess!?”

Mikey didnt really know how to react.

one second he was on the couch with you, and the next Hina and Emma were planning a date for him.

It took a bit of courage to ask you out on said date though.

alot.

alot of courage.

“Y/N, would you like to.. go out on a date with me?”

your heart didnt have to be pounding so fast. It really didn’t nevertheless you accepted his invite and got ready.

Freaking out internally about it.

After a bit of help from Hina (emma helped mikey.. the two planned this out step by step)

you got ready for the date and so did Mikey.

Draken and Takemichi felt like third wheels, Takemichi was used to this while he patted Draken on the back and said “Its okay, you’re gonna get used to this..”

You and Mikey were so nervous during the date, even if you two were talking normally yesterday.

You both assumed this silly little first sight crush would pass eventually.

Not end up like this.

Why were you so nervous? It was going great, if anything the sate was amazing.

You two ended up being closer, maybe Draken letting you meet Mikey wasn’t a bad idea.

At all.

[sqnos]

loser monologue.

manjiro sano x fem!reader (1.8k)

warnings: some explicit nsfw, angst + implied tr spoilers not proof read

a/n: this is soso bad im sorry im gonna post this and ghost this site forever </33 anyways this fic follows the lyrics of loser monologue by sign crushes motorist

i stare at your pictures for hours on end

dreaming, fantasizing about holding you

feeling my hands on your bare skin

just being with you



the numbing atmosphere wrapped around manjiro's body as he sat on the edge of his bed, moonlight illuminating his pale features while he reaches for a familiar portrait. the edges of the photo have weakened, growing flimsy as the structure had deteriorated over time. despite this, manjiro saw the picture the same every time, just like how he did when it was first printed out of shinichiro's old canon camera - one he had inherited after his brother's death.

as manjiro brought the picture closer into view, your familiar face welcomed his sight. the only light flinting onto your picture was from tokyo's street lights, captivating your features etched permanently onto the photograph. his impassive black eyes skimmed the back of the paper as he flipped it, reading the date while he vividly recalled the day.



june 18th, 2006

the former blonde had always thought you were stunning. in his eyes, no one compared to your beauty. he admired everything about you - the way you looked in the mirror to style your hair or the way the sunlight touched your skin and illuminated every feature. the imperfections you saw were only human to him, the blemishes and freckles that littered your skin, and the slight crease between your eyebrows that grew from the occasional scoldings he faced when he fought.

that particular day, you had been walking along the docks manjiro always visited. he carried with him a piece of taiyaki, stuffed with red bean paste that he generously munched on while you made your commute. as you sat on the concrete structures, you looked ahead and admired the gaze of the sun. the wind grazed your hair, blowing it back to reveal more of your face as you turned to manjiro with a slight smile - one he always adored to be blessed with.

the two of you spent hours along the water, admiring the beauty of your surroundings. for you, the surroundings were the way the sun paved light against the grass, the wind blowing against the stray flowers, and the occasional wildlife that passed by. for manjiro, his admiration was solely for you. it was discreet and you were far too enamored with nature to notice how he looked in your direction. hours of talking about school, what you wanted to do when you grew up, and how you planned to stay along each other's side the whole way. you didn't know it would never happen, but it wasn't your fault. sharing earbuds and listening to each other's favorite music while you passed jokes until sunset. he remembers taking the picture. the way the light flashed and your soft laughter could be heard ringing in his ears - only now it was a faint echo, something he wouldn't allow himself to experience again. he had shared some of his taiyaki with you, something he was adamant about keeping for himself despite your pleas. but there was one thing manjiro was entirely weak for - love. so, for you he allowed you to finish his beloved snack. he had taken the picture in the middle of you eating the treat, being graced with a slight scold of how it's 'impolite' to take a picture while you're eating. he couldn't care less, though. manjiro found himself smiling at the faint crumbs around your mouth and the close-mouthed smile that stretched your lips. 

when the cold nipped at your bare skin, manjiro made sure to encase his hand in yours as he led you to his bike. he'd drive you home, peaking over his shoulder occasionally to see how you took in the night of tokyo. the way your eyes gleamed, the way he could feel your grip around his waist tighten as you buried your head into his back with a giggle. 

god, you were so beautiful.

manjiro was too busy reliving the memory to notice the way his finger brushed against the photograph, caressing your cheek while he continued to get lost in his thoughts.



but i know it'll never happen

but i can't stop myself from fantasizing



the long black locks cascaded over manjiro's face as a sigh escaped his mouth. often times late at night, his mind would drift and he would think about what could've been if he never left. but he would never know because he could never go back. he can't help but wonder if you would love him how he is now. would you still hold him tightly like you would on your late motorcycle rides? would you still comb his hair back and style it when draken didn't have the time to? would you still look at him with those eyes - the ones he can't help but feel staring back at him even through the old memories.

"'jiro, sit still!" your muffled reprimands entered his mind once more.

"god, how does draken even deal with you sometimes?" you giggled under your breath, trying to hold the hair tie between your teeth while you split manjiro's blonde hair. he could feel your nail card through his strands, leaning into your touch as he retold the events of his dream from the previous night.

"it was the best! i could feel the wind against my skin when I was racing," he chuckled as he rocked back and forth. "someday, i'll be racing on the track professionally," he added, turning his head once he felt you tug his hair into a half-up. he could see the ghost of a smile flint on your lips as you spoke.

"does that mean i get to cheer you on from the sidelines?" you asked, tilting you head with a smile.

"only if you're still buying my weekly dorayaki," he teased, his dark eyes admiring your features while you brushed any loose strands away from his face. 

you rolled your eyes, taking his hand in yours while you guided him to stand up. "come on, you'll be late for school," you reminded him, the warmth from your hands providing a blank expression of surprise across the blonde's face as you let out a soft giggle.



you're so beautiful and funny

and anytime i see your picture or even hear your name, 

my stomach flips and i get butterflies

every word you say sends goosebumps over my body



loving him must've been easier in your head. as he sits in his room - thumbing at your photograph the way he had done so many times before - he recalls his last memory of you.

it was different this time. it was so real, even when he was just reliving the past. he would do anything to touch you and drag his hands across the expanse of your body, caressing your waist and holding your hand as he slowly fucked himself into you.

"doing so good f'me," he praised as he hovered above you, stroking the stray wisps of hair that stuck to your forehead from perspiration. he let out soft groans, feeling you clench around him as his thrusts grew strategically deeper. 

"always so pretty," he grunted, his onyx eyes peering into your own as tears welded on your lash line. your hands wandered manjiro's, hugging him closer to your chest as he continued fucking your cunt. goosebumps spread across his skin at your touch, one so gentle that he could only receive from you.

"m-manjiro," you whimpered, burying your head into the crevice of his neck as tears streamed down your flushed cheeks. it was desperate - the cries you wailed for him and the occasional whimper he'd let slip. you had waited so long for this moment; getting this close to him. "i'm gonna cum," the plea escaped your mouth, prompting manjiro's eyes to flicker on your glossy, abused lips. 

he grunted, shifting his eyesight away from your face as he buried himself deeper, "cum for me," he whispered, "wanna feel you come undone on my cock," 

his voice was entirely demanding but remained to carry an undertone of affection alongside it. this moment was perfect - the moonlight glistening upon your sweat-glazed bodies as occasional thuds of your bedframe roamed through the room.

you whined as your cunt constricted, clenching him tight to your walls as you felt your orgasm wash over you. desperate cries of his name fell from your lips, the feeling of him filling you up overtaking your senses.

manjiro slowly pulled out, his hands making haste to support your limp body as he guided you to lay on his chest. the heat spread satisfyingly throughout your body as you lay there alongside him, glossy eyes fluttering closed while feeling manjiro's thumb wipe away your leftover tears.

"i'll love you more than you'll ever know,"

it was the last night he ever shared with you. he knew his battle against the second generation of toman was tomorrow and he wanted nothing but you to keep you by his side. but it was wrong. it was selfish. he couldn't ridden you with his compulsive tendencies. every time he blacked out and saw more blood seeping through the wrinkles of his hands; he knew he was losing control, and he would lose you soon too.

he couldn't risk it. living with all he's lost and knowing you would just be another causality dealt with his own hands. the life you would live alongside him wasn't the one you dreamt of as children. it was violent, murderous, and dangerous. you deserved better, didn't you? 

he wants to go back. he misses you so badly - you were his comfort, his person. but it's gone now. the years of friendship - no, the years of something more that grew gradually between the two of you were wasted and thrown out. tossed to the back of the blonde's mind like nothing more than a bad dream. he'd atone for it soon, he just wasn't sure when. surely, this was the life he deserved, was it not? if he had, he couldn't guarantee the safety of you or anyone remotely close to him. so he sits in his million dollar penthouse alone. the darkness crowding the house as he sits there and stares at your photo, the one he had held so many times before but could never quite feel the warmth nor the comfort he sought. this weekly routine he followed, he was still holding onto everything he had.



i've tried for so long not to look at you

to not look at pictures of you

to cut off all contact with you

but i can't stop it

i can't stop how i feel

i don't know if i'll ever stop feeling this way

at least not for a long time

[mornwrites]

Just a reminder that final timeline Manjiro has memories from both the Bonten timeline and Kantou Manji timeline. He will always have blood staining his hands even if this newer and "better" version of him hasn't killed anybody in this timeline.

[erebird]

I’M ON THE RUN AND YOU’RE HOME ALONE | 𝔪. 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔬

pairing/s: Manjiro Sano x gn!reader

genre: hurt/no comfort, established relationship, angst

warning/s: none

wc: 530+

Note: I didn't have a specific timeskip in mind but mikey is aged up in this fic! I felt like my characterization wouldn't fit if he was 14-15 here so it’s up to you to imagine what arc this takes place in besides the toman arc :)

It was late and quiet in your shared apartment. The entrance door opening could barely be heard. Your lover, Manjiro, came back from an awful day. He was rarely ever filled with joy anymore, but this day was worse than the previous days he had experienced. 

“I’m home.” is what Manjiro usually yelled after entering the house to let you know that he was back, but he stopped since he’s been coming home at ungodly hours recently. Hours when you were already fast asleep after forcing yourself to stay up and wait until he came back to you.

Setting foot in the bedroom you both slept in, Manjiro stared at your deep sleeping figure. The hued lamp was lit up on his side of the room, a habit you did when he hadn’t come home yet. He wonders how you got so unlucky to love and stay with him. Even he knows it himself, he treated you better when you two were still children.

He softly sat on his side of the bed, still staring at you, adoration and guilt in his eyes. Manjiro loves you. Hell, he loves you more than anything. He isn’t as affectionate as most would be, but he really does cherish you as the light of his life. Your kindness and compassion never faltered even after all these years of hell putting up with all the pain he’s felt. It makes him sick knowing such a sweetheart like you witnessed every terrible deed he’s done even after doing everything he can to keep you away from the dangerous side of his life. You just never went away, you stuck to him like an annoying pest that needed his attention all the time. However, Manjiro knew that in reality, it was the other way around. He was the annoying pest that desperately clung to you and unnoticeably begged for your affection. 

Though he never verbally said it, he needed you. He believes that he needs you more than you need him. Maybe that's why after all these years, he’s too selfish to let you go for your own good. When everyone is slowly leaving him, you’re all he has left.

“Mikey…” You mumbled. He gently swiped your hair away from your face to tuck behind your ear. Now your face was clear on full display for him to see. It’s not the first time he’s heard you say his name in your sleep. It’s always “Mikey” or “‘Jiro” that leaves past your pretty lips. 

Now that he thinks about it, it’s been a long time since the two of you shared a kiss. 

Manjiro looks at your lips once more before hesitantly moving down to give you a soft peck that lasts not more than a few seconds. 

Sitting back up, he sighs out a breath that he didn't know he had been holding. He reached for your hand to intertwine your fingers with his. 

Not once did he stop looking at you. Not even while he’s shedding light tears, an action with his intent to apologize for being so absent. 

A whisper that could barely be heard leaves Manjiro’s trembling mouth.

“I’m too consumed with my own life.”

[atarathegreat]

I'll See You Again

"You know when to step back." Kenny didn't turn to look at you as he spoke. One more lap and Manjiro would be in the pit for a quick work up, and Kenny and his guys couldn't work right if you were in the way. You knew that, and you knew when to get out of the way, so it was obvious that Kenny wasn't asking a question but making the statement so you knew time was coming up. There was no response from you, didn't need to be since you were both already aware of your ability to read the situation. Millions of eyes were on him, watching him race his bike around the track for another go. In the past there was a fear buried in your heart that he would get hurt, but he hadn't suffered so much as a broken bone.

You should've known it would catch up to him. The screams of the crowd as you rush forward, not caring about the bikes that could hit you as the other drivers ignore what's happening.

Kenny and the team hurried forward as Manjiro pulled in, a bright smile on his handsome face as pulled his helmet off. "Babe! Kenny brought you down here again?" Oh's and Ah's sounded from the stadium as he picked you up and spun you around. He loved to show you off, to make sure everyone knew that you had him. His fangirls weren't so pleased, but he wasn't concerned about it. You meant everything to Manjiro and he wanted the world to know.

"He did! He caught me before I could get to my seat." He loved the way you spoke, the way you smiled. He made sure you knew everyday. "Good, I'm glad I got to see you for a moment." Manjiro gave you a quick kiss before returning to his bike.

Where had your shoes gone? Doesn't matter. You're hurrying to him, faster than the medics.

You stepped back next to Kenny, "He's doing amazing today."

"He is." Kenny nodded once, "Manjiro knows how to control the bike, I have no concerns for him."

That was before he hit the round, before the other biker bumped into him and sent him into the concrete wall. Before he didn't get up and became unresponsive, before you jumped the barrier and took off so fast you lost your shoes.

"Manjiro!" Your screams don't sound like your own, your body doesn't feel like yours, "Manjiro!"

With the medics behind you, you slam your knees into the ground next to him. "Manji!" Are those your hands pulling his helmet off? Kenny is right next to you, making quick work of the track suit. "Too much clothing here!" He yells over your screams. Kenny grabs a hold of your head, "Stop screaming! Help me get him out of this for the ambulance!"

Screams turn to sobs as you help Ken tug Manjiro's arms through the track suit. You cry and beg for him to respond to you, to open his eyes even for a moment. But he doesn't. Manjiro doesn't even twitch an eyebrow at your voice, not even when Kenny slaps his face hard. "Kenny, do something!" You yell, jerking on the taller man beside you, "Please! Anything!"

"Enough, Y/n!" Kenny snaps at you, "There is nothing we can do! The ambulance is coming and Mikey isn't waking up! All we can do is wait for help!" The way he says it, the absolute helplessness in his words breaks you. Everything crashes down and the next few hours pass in a blur.

Doctors pass by you, nurses still trying to convince you to move away from his body. Hours of sitting and staring blankly, reddened eyes and a sore throat and you still refuse to believe he's gone. Kenny sits beside you, head in his hands as he grieves in his own way.

"Ken..."

Your voice makes him look up, and the sight kills him. The way your hand is practically glued to his childhood friends arm and the dead look in your eyes, he hates it.

"The doctor said it was because he hit his head too hard." You look over to him, "But he had his helmet on..."

Kenny stands and places a hand on your shoulder, "Helmets aren't always fool proof. Especially in races when anything can happen, racers can hit harder than a normal wreck on the highways."

Your life, your future, your everything is laying on that bed in front of you. Dead and gone. So many plans getting married, having kids, and making a home together, they've all gone down the drain in a span of hours because of an incident while racing.

[oddshroom]

Fσɾɠσƚƚҽɳ Mҽɱσɾιҽʂ | M. Sano

Synopsis: It had be 12 years since the accident, 12 years since he left, and 12 years since you couldn’t remember who he was. 12 years when you found a job for being a receptionist at a company that hid what it truly was, that company being Bonten. The boss of that company looked really tired, with bags under his eyes and white hair. The boss being your ex-lover who remembers you, knowing you can’t remember him.

Warning(s): Slight angst, memory loss, mentions of past violence (towards reader), hospital, implied concussion (not really mentioned), slight fluff

Pairing: Manjiro Sano

Parts: The meeting (Pt. 2)

It has been 12 years since you woke up in the hospital, all you remember being told was that there was a blonde boy who had left you to be treated a the hospital after being attacked severely. The doctors told you that you had a severe case of memory loss, and were unsure of whether or not those memories would return. You wish they would, liking to remember who the said boy was, and who he was to you.

After the diagnosis, they had sent you off to therapy to see if the trauma of your time with him could trigger any memory. It's been 12 years since then and 10 years since you left therapy seeing as it was getting you no where. All you remembered about your time with him was being happy, and that was all you needed.

Now here you are, staring out the window of the hotel room. 12 Years ago...

You remember the first day back from therapy, the first day after your release. Everything from before came rushing back, and for a moment you forgot who you were. All that mattered was remembering that blonde boy who had taken you to get medical attention. After everything you remember you felt relieved to know that he still cared enough to take care of you, that someone would always watch over you. He wasn't some stranger, but just some random stranger to you. Just an old friend. Someone you knew, and someone that made you smile everyday. A feeling of joy and love that filled you at times. But now you doesn't remember.

The those two years were difficult, with memories slowly coming back. You've come to terms with the fact that you will never remember who the boy is and the life you once lived. The only memories you managed to remember were blurred figures, you couldn't continue trying to get the past back, especially when all there was were figures with no face.

The figures weren't the real reason, it was the attack that had led you to this. When you remembered those moment it felt as if the pain had came back with it. All the feelings of helplessness returned and you couldn't help but cry. You didn't want anyone to see you cry but you couldn't stop, no matter how hard you tried. Crying was easy, but doing so again, made it painful to even breath.

It was a different type of painful, like you've suffered something terrible. Something more than just physical injury. That was something that haunted you every night, every day. Even when you closed your eyes you saw it, the faces staring back at you, taunting you.

However remembering that was 10 years ago, you moved on from what happened. You gave trying to figure out what happened afraid the nightmares would come rushing back which was the last thing you wanted on a day like this.

You finally found a well paying job as a receptionist at a company after the constant searching for one. The BT Company, short for Bonten. Today was your interview with the boss himself, you were lucky enough to make it to this point seeing how people that usually get interviewed don't make it pass the 7th person interviewing them.

You found it strange how the interviewing process had worked, especially since there were six people interviewing until you reached the final one, the boss who decides whether or not you have a job. Relentless you were confident that you'd get the job especially since you made it past the last person interviewing you.

'What was his name?...right Sanzu, Haruchiyo', you thought mindlessly while stepping into the elevator. He was a tough one at first, the interview felt more like an interrogation with him taking a picture of you and sending it to the boss. 'He was weird', you thought while pressing the button to the top floor.

The doors opened allowing you to step out.

Looking around you noticed that the floors were all calacatta marble, making you feel small standing beside it. 'Should I really be here? I am way out of there league, everything here is so expensive'. Walking to an office door you heard voices inside talking. Hesitating slightly you raised your fist to knock lightly against the doorframe. As soon as you did the voices stopped.

"The doors open, enter" You heard him call you in. Opening the door you entered to see a man with short white hair back. His face reminded you of someone you knew but you couldn't place who. You stood awkwardly in front of him waiting for him to say something. Eventually he spoke looking at you directly, taking in his features he had dark bags under his eyes and pale skin.

"I assume you're L/n Y/n? I've been expecting you." Your eyes widened as you took the seat across from his desk. Looking down you nodded as his voice continued, "I'm a bit surprised you made it this far without being chewed out". His voice was low, lacked any sort of tone.

You watched as he glanced towards the pink haired man signaling to escort everyone out the room. Soon enough those around you had taken there things and left, even those who had interviewed you days ago.

You cleared your throat nervously before responding "I-", stopping before thinking what to say, you cleared your throat. "I'm here for the job as a receptionist-.", "Why?", the male peered down at you with a dark gaze. "I don't quite understand what you mean by 'why', however all the others who interviewed me gave me a pass to be here, and besides I'm very good with paperwork". The white haired make turned his head looked away from you and towards a doorway. "Come with me" he stated gruffly before moving towards the door opening it to reveal a room filled with files and boxes.

Following behind him you saw a stack of paper in front of him as he flipped through papers. There was a small table next to him covered in papers and folders, and you could faintly hear him mumbling the words to whatever he was doing. Suddenly his back tensed, and he let out a heavy sigh. "Here" He said putting down the papers on the table and pointing to another chair that sat next to his own. With slow steps you walked across the carpeted floor to the chair before sitting down.

"Do you remember anything at all?" He asked quietly.

Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. Looking over your facial expression he sighed. "Forget it, don't call me Mr. Sano or boss". He said before walking away. "What do I call you?". "Just call me Mikey", he said. "Kakucho will show you what floor and office you'll work in, in the drawers are a list of numbers that you can use to call".

"I almost forgot to mention, since you're the closet receptionist to this floor you'll bring in my dorayaki and taiyaki". He said as you caught up behind him. 'This guy...'

'He's a total asshole', you thought deadpanning at his request.

"Kakucho will set you on some ground rules for how things work around here, make sure to write it down. You seem like the person to forget things". That was the last thing her said before closing the door.

When you got to your new desk you began to look through the information you already read from your resume. This office was a lot bigger than your apartment as a whole and more spacious too. Turning your head you could see a tall wall with a painting hanging on it. You got up and examined it closer before finding yourself mesmerized by its beauty. "A masterpiece..." you whispered softly to yourself. It wasn't just a portrait of a woman though, it also depicted a small child running down a hill and falling right into water below the painting.

Turning your head back to the desk you pulled out a pen and began working.

'Still the same as always', he thought while watching with tired eyes. 'The same you from twelve years ago, who would've thought I would see you again'. A low laugh left his mouth, however the tone of it was filled with just as much as grief and sadness from the twelve years.

Lifting his hand up he rubbed his chest where his heart should be. Closing his eyes he leaned forward onto his desk. "Y/n why must it be you? Why me?". "You didn't lie when you said you'd always follow me, even if you were to forget me".

A soft smile appeared on his lips hearing their voice. They were everything he wanted, everything that had been taken away in a matter of seconds, everything that came back.

"My lovely Y/n", he said while peering into the camera monitor as you worked.

Grabbing his cell phone he messaged all the people that had interviewed you.

Mikey- ‘Keep them out of trouble and make sure they don’t find out’

Sanzu- ‘Yes boss’

Ran- ‘Isn’t it rare to see Mikey’s lap dog not be high’

Sanzu- ‘I’ll kill you’

Kakucho- Tonight’s meeting is at 11:30

Letting out a set of sighs he was unsure of how he’d keep you from being uninvolved with Bonten.

𝓐-Aster

[mchlgayser]

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ft manjiro mikey sano

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: It was your daughter's sports day at her kindergarten, and your husband participated.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff / ✮

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠:none

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I miss writing for him! It's been a while I don't know if it's good but I hope it is. It consists fluff, fluff and fluff!!

(( my navigations ))

This Saturday morning was not as peaceful as the others. You had to wake up and six sharp to prepare a box of sandwiches for your daughter to bring to her school. You got to readies her uniform and her father's. Today was your daughter, Megami's first sports day. It was chaotic the night before because the reckless poor girl dared to forget her big day, as she said, and forgot to tell you that it's a must for the pupil's parents to bring food or snacks along.

It was past seven-ten when you woke up both of your beloved ones, Megami was a light sleeper so it was not hard to wake her up but it was the opposite for her father.

You wake him up multiple times for him to snooze back halfway.

'Manjiro, hurry up your daughter will be late for her school!' He rubs his eyes and got out, legs groggy and buckled. You give him a towel along with a toothbrush, readied with its paste 'Go! I give you ten minutes!' Then, you went back to your daughter's room to see she had just got out of the bathroom 'Where're my clothes, mama?' You get her uniform from her walk-in closet and handed it to her 'You want me to blow your hair for you?' She smiles, eyes twinkling with luminaries.

You put on her p.e uniform tucking the shirt under her tracks, and then you make her sit on her bed whilst you dry her air and comb it using her 'magic' brush.

'How do you want to style your hair today, princess?' She turns her head at you 'I want a tight one, the one that is high like a unicorn's ponytail!' You smile, feather-light kiss her temple, and did as she instructed.

You notice from the corner of your eyes, your husband leaning against the doorframe with his hand crisscrossed 'Are you ready for the big day?!' He said lifting Megami and twirling her around, she happily giggle and nods her head at her dad's question.

Manjiro was wearing a slack with a white button-up polo 'Let's go, you should hurry up too, babe.' He kisses your cheek and left downstairs with Megami still in his arm.

You went to your room and did a short half bath before you change into a pair of shorts and a short sleeve crop top printed 'rays of sunshine'.

'Mama, hurry up!' You went downstairs and straight to the kitchen to grab a large-size tumbler and stuff it inside your bag.

'Come on, let's go!' The maids had just finished wrapping up the box of sandwiches inside the car before bowing down, you thanked her and get inside to see Megami already in her seat with her backpack in her arms.

'You comfortable?' She nods, and you buckle the belt after Manjiro did the same.

The ride to her school was peaceful, Megami sit at the back with her legs bouncing as she looks outside the mirror, humming Spongebob's opening tune.

'We're here!' She cheers feeling excited 'Easy there, honey.' Manjiro assured her and went to buckle her belt for her. You three got out, Manjiro with Megami holding his hand and the other one holding her bag whilst you had both hands holding onto the sandwich container.

The school was lively, with pupils running around the front garden 'Hello Megami!' A sweet voice called out, and it was a woman in her mid-30s, with dirty brown hair and a similar uniform as Megami's 'Hello teacher!' Both you and your husband bow your head in gratitude as she did the same 'Hello Mr. and Mrs. Sano, From here on, I'll take care of Megami to get her ready for her sports application, you two can head to the counter over there and wrote your name for attendance's purpose, and please let me get the box for you. I'll sort it out at the food section.' You thanked her. Megami wave over at you and Manjiro as she skips away with her teacher.

'Hello! Can you please sign here, and here... I assume you know about the parent's sport application as well?' You and your husband shared a look. Your mind has already imagine a scenario of Megami and her mocking smile.

'Yes.' You heard your husband confess, 'I know about it. Which is why I wore the perfect outfit for it.' The receptionist looks at him up and down with a nervous laugh 'You will run track in that...Sir...?' He looks confident as ever, nodding his head.

The receptionist nods once more before you two leave for the school's backfield. The arena was full of students warming up, and parents recording them. You look around for Megami seeing her at the front row stretching with her teacher and her friends.

The girl was not doing it suitably, she was laughing with her friends. You smile at the sight 'Megami!' She turns to you, expressions brightening 'Mama! Dad!' Manjiro and you smile back at her before moving to the benchers as the emcee announced the first activities.

It was halfway through, you and your husband had been cheering nonstop for your daughter. She was running past everyone with a bright smile on her face, her eyes barely open as she giggle and past the winning's line.

You yell and clap your hand so hard it's becoming red.

'Next activity, we'll bring along the fathers for the three-legged race!' You started cheering again eyes following your husband as she was near your daughter and get the robe. Manjiro's hand was all over her head attaching it to his midriff, and her arms clutched onto his shirt.

'Ready? Get set. Go!' They began running as they murmured 'one, two' to keep balancing 'You can do it!' You clap your hand and watch them with pure adoration. His scrunching competitive face, his desire to win for his daughter, and the similar bright eye smile once they made it to the finishing line.

Although they didn't end up winning first place, you are still happy that they're happy with their hard achievements 'You did wonderful, pretty girl!' You went to high-five her and offered your husband one reassuring hug 'Let's go get the medal!' She jumps up and down running back to her teacher to get her class the medal they've earned.

You silently cheer when she lifted the medal at you and clap once more.

'You are sweating a lot.' You said bringing out a handkerchief and wiping the sweat off your husband's forehead for him, he held your hand to stop you 'It's fine, I can do it.' He lifts your chin to kiss the corner of your mouth and wipes off the sweat all over his face 'Mama! Dad!' You two crouch down on the ground to give Megami one long and warm hug 'Another medal to hang on your room, yeah?' She giddily agreed and skip away with both of her hands holding yours and Manjiro's hands.

'I want an ice cream!' She ushered you 'I don't think they've got an ice cream here, right now.' She pouts, bottom lip jutting out 'Then can we get an ice cream later?' She asks for a confirmation. Manjiro pets her head 'Yes but for now, you're going to spend some time with your buddies alright?' She hums and jog to where her friends is. You smile watching her play along with her friends.

'Our beautiful baby girl is all grown up.' You muttered, eyes never leaving hers. Manjiro wraps an arm around you giving you a soothing squeeze on your core 'Yes, all grown up but still our same sweet little girl.' You turn to him and smile.

'Mama! Dad! Come!' She takes you both to the food section and handed you plates 'Let's eat! I'm hungry!'

[moumouton4]

hello dear 🤗 I love your writing, so I just had a idea about Mikey having a S/O who is very sweet and kid hearted but one day he followed her and found out that she is very insane and was taking her anger out on some guys and beating them. He accidentally made a noise and S/O saw him. She then suddenly says she wants to break up cause she is popular because of her kind personality and threatens to kill him if he told anyone about this. I am sorry if this is too much I just love against 😭

What You Can't See Deep Down || Mikey x fem!reader

Part 2 : A Fresh Start

A/n : Hewo I hope you'll like it. I love writting angst but it's just so hard not to kill everyone and call it a day 😂 Because it's way more difficult to find real good endings... but not impossible

Warning : Angst angst angst kinda fluff, murder, murder attempt, blood, mention of violence not against reader,

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I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 1520

Little song I listened while writing it ( and also a lot of symphonies lmao but this one just feels right ✅ )

To everyone who knew you from near or far, you seemed like the kindest, sweetest and soft hearted person ever

Always showing off, helping the elderly with their shopping, children with their homework, or your classmates if they were having problems with other students

Even your boyfriend Mikey was convinced of this and had instructed members of the Tokyo Manjikai to always be there if you had a problem of any kind

However, looking wasn't the same as being. And you were far from being what you pretended to be

One day after a meeting of the Tokyo Manjikai, Mikey decided to drop by your place to say hello and suggest a walk in the park, despite the late hour, as he had a lot to do and little time to spare

When he arrived at your house, he saw the light and your room turned off, so he assumed you'd dozed off. Not wanting to disturb your sleep, he decided to turn back and spend a double time with you tomorrow

However, as he turned down an alley, he heard a voice roaring insults. His eyebrows furrowed at the resemblance of the voice to yours

Just as he was about to ignore it, he heard a frightened, weeping voice imploring not to be hurt. The breaks in the sentences clearly indicated that the person was being beaten

So he decided to take a look around to see who on his territory was beating the crap out of someone else

Once in the tight, poorly-lit alleyway, he kept his guard up, guided by the two voices he heard

When he realized the scene before him, the jacket on his shoulders almost fell to the ground

There you were, Y/n, with a metal bar in your hand, beating this other girl sitting on the ground. He soon noticed that you weren't hitting the vital points and were concentrating only on her arms and legs, to make his torture last even longer

"That's it, you stupid bitch, scream louder and you might end up amusing me"

You lifted the bar and placed it on the girl's neck, pushing her against the wall, suffocating her slightly, the panic in her eyes reflecting the intensity of the confusion in the blond's gaze

A rustling sound made you realize that someone was standing there. You pushed the bar away from her neck and turned before meeting your boyfriend's gaze "Heyyyy Mikey, what are you doing here ? Didn't you have a meeting scheduled ?" your voice had suddenly returned to its sweet, naïve tone

He swallowed his saliva before replying in a nonchalant tone "It's actually over. What are you up to here ?"

"Oh me ? Just having a little chat with a friend here" you said, forcibly lifting her off the wall and wrapping your arm around her bloody shoulders

"With a metal bar ?" he asked, raising an eyebrow

"All you have to do is ask her. Here" you said, pushing her towards him. She stretched out her arms towards him, her face expressing intense fear - unable to run because of her injured legs - she tried to walk quickly at least

But before she could get any closer, you knocked her to the ground with a swing of your bar. Her body crumpled to the ground, blood pouring from her head

As his eyes widened, you chuckled "Okay, maybe we weren't the best of friends"

"Y/n why did you-"

"Oh no, I'm not going to have to argue with you too" you said your attention focused on the metal bar, gently spreading the blood on it with one finger

Mikey was silent for a second, had you just threatened him ? Were you even aware that you weren't up to fighting him ?

"You know you can't kill people on Tokyo Manjikai territory like that. Being my girl can't shield you from everything-"

For the 2nd time you cut him off "I don't want to be protected, and besides, I don't need you anymore, Sano"

Mikey found himself at a loss for words, Sano ? since when did you call him by his last name ? and why were you approaching him like that ? you weren't going to try and hit him ?

But he soon found himself cornered, evading your blow as you swung your metal bar with all your might

"Hey, what's the matter with you ? Why do you say don't you need me anymore ? What are you talking about ?"

You went for another swing, but he caught the bar in mid-air, and you tried to retrieve it, but he was hanging on to it

"You're going to tell everyone aren't you ? And then you'll destroy everything I've built. My empire surrounded by morons who think I'm stupid"

"Never" he replied his voice unwavering "Everyone has a darker side too, and I'll never betray-"

"I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ANYTHING ! LEAVE ME ALONE !"

Your cry disturbed him and he almost loosened his grip on the metal bar. Truth be told, he didn't give a damn about what you'd just done. He was kind of impressed by your strength but still shocked to discover it that way. But he loved you sincerely, and that was the only reason he didn't resent you at the time

"You don't need to get so carried away. We can make it up to you-"

"I'll make up for it with a metal bar through the head"

Mikey tightened his grip on the bar and snatched it out of your hand before hurling it across the street

He thought you'd snapped for some reason and hugged you, hoping to ground you and help you think clearly. But all you did was struggle, pushing him away with all your might, screaming and trying to hit him as hard as you could

Despite his embrace, you nevertheless managed to reach for a knife that was safely in your pocket. Your hand gripping it tightly, hoping to stab him in the back or his head if you had enough impulse

As you swiftly raised your hand, bringing it up to your head before striking, another hand gripped your finger with force. You swore it could have broken your wrist if its grip was any tighter

Before you could understand what was happening and whose hand was bigger than yours was, a roaring voice shattered your eardrums

"What shit are you trying to pull on us Y/n ?!?"

And before you could reply to your interlocutor, he snatched the knife from your hand and sent you flying into an alley wall

Mikey looked at his long-time friend with wide eyes "Kenchin what the hell are you doing ?"

"She tried to stab you, you fucking asshole !" he said, pointing to the knife you'd just try stab him with a few seconds earlier

His eyes widened before coming to rest on your form on the ground

"Open your eyes, she wanted to kill you" Draken resumed

His eyes still on you, he finally thought that perhaps your feelings for him weren't as strong as his own. He looked at Draken decisively "Give me that knife Kenchin"

Draken did so without question "We'll take her home. In the meantime, go find Mitsuya and Baji and we'll talk to her folks. After that, they'd better take good care of her. I don't know, maybe get her treatment or something. Ask the others to come and flood this alley with bleach and remove all this evidence"

Draken's face was stunned, of course Mikey wasn't going to report you to the police for murdering that girl. Of course he still loved you, you couldn't erase a 2-year relationship in one evening. But after what you tried to do, he'd rather cover those up than have the police catch you

In Draken's eyes, Mikey certainly had hope that you'd get better, but the same couldn't be said for him. You were rotten inside and nothing could change that for him.

After handing back the knife, Mikey gently approached your knocked out body and gently pushed the hair out of your face before taking you on his back with the utmost care

He was determined to resolve the situation and get back to the Y/n he knew. He was ready to turn a blind eye to the violence you were displaying, and he'd even have been ready to get you into the Tokyo Manjikai if you wanted to let off some steam and beat more people. But for the time being, he just wanted to make sure that your mental health didn't destroy you physically, because who knows what you'd be capable of now that he'd discovered your true nature

He was hoping so hard that one might think he was hoping for you too. But would you be able to fully embrace this hidden nature or would you continue to play the coy good girl to attract the sympathy of your peers ? Only you could decide. So what are you going to do now ?

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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🧶🎨 Again my requests are open 🎁🎀

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Them or Me ~ *Manjiro Sano*

Summary: You wake up to Mikey leaving. You get scared and try to get him to stay. However he just won’t listen to you.

Pairing: Manjiro Sano X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angst Drabble

Word Count: 360

Warning: Argument, sadness, crying, hurt no comfort

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Taglist: @soulangel​

A/N: Sorry not sorry Skye.

You felt it before you heard it. As soon as your eyes fluttered open, your heart lodged itself in your throat. You squinted so the unshed tears didn’t hurt your eyes.

No. Not tonight. Please not tonight.

“Mikey.” You whispered into the darkness, hoping he could still hear you.

“Shh. Go back to sleep.”

“No.” You shook your head before sitting up and turning on your bedside lamp. Your heart beat painfully when you saw he was already dressed. “Please don’t go.”

He sighed, avoiding eye contact. “I have to.”

“One night, please.” You begged. “One night where you don’t go looking for trouble.”

“Sweetheart-”

“I’ll call Draken. He can call the whole thing off. No one has to know it was you. We both can be very discreet about the whole thing.”

He shook his head firmly. “I have to go.”

A tear slid down your cheek. “No, you don’t. You don’t have to do anything. You can stay right here with me.”

He knelt in front of you and gently wiped your tears away. “Please don’t cry for me. I’m not worth your tears.”

You shook your head again and again, leaning into his caresses. “Please. I can’t stand watching you get hurt over and over and over again. One day, I know you won’t come back to me. I don’t think I will ever be able to survive past then.”

“Hey, don’t talk like that.” He lightly scolded, his voice monotone. “Nothing is going to happen to me, I promise. Tonight, I’m just going to the shrine to talk to Kenchin, Mitsuya, Peh yan, Chifuyu, and Takemitchi. Nothing bad is going to happen. Please don’t worry. Just go back to sleep. I’ll be by your side again in the morning. In fact, I’ll spend the whole day with you tomorrow. Just go back to sleep.”

It was pointless as you knew it. Mikey cared about his gang more than he cared about you. It was high time you grew up and accepted that. Even if it absolutely broke your heart.

You nodded and allowed him to kiss you cheek.

You watched him leave.

You cried all night.

[kawataslvr]

Hi

Can I request a Mikey (tokyo revenger) x male reader.

Where they both know they love each other, but the reader is scared to date him 'cause they're both men. And Mikey is just trying to convince him (at the end the reader agreed), please ?

Summary : Angst -> Fluff ,, Internalized homophobia ,, hinted at homophobia from readers parents ,, He/Him Pronouns .

A/N : guys i rlly like mikey 😍🙏 this one hit very close to home 🪂

You really liked Mikey, yes he really did, well, as a friend.. right??

So why did his heart pound faster and faster whenever he was around him, its not like he was afraid of rejection.

He’s been told multiple times Mikey had a thing for him, everyone knew it. Wasn’t ever a secret since you two met.

You tried to ignore the feelings, everyone was just playing around. Because you couldn’t like a boy that was GROSS.

Right? thats what your brain told you, so why was your heart betraying you so badly? why was it craving Mikey so often?

It was probably just the teasing from everyone that was getting to your head.

Maybe thats why your heart dropped and then rapidly sped up way too quick when Mikey gave you a confession letter, you could tell Emma had helped him on it with how cutely it was decorated.

How cute of him..

You smiled to yourself before stopping yourself when your brain processed what the note really said.

Mikey just confessed his feelings , and he was in front of you.

He was waiting for your answer, what the hell were you supposed to say.

At least no one was watching, he had the curtsey to do this in private.

You still didn’t want to hurt his feelings “I..Im sorry.. I just..”

“It’s okay for you to say no L/N.” oh, your lastname? You’re heart dropped again.

You liked Mikey, loved even. But.. he was a guy, these had to be just friendly feelings.

“I.. I just don’t know how you feel about dating a dude..” your tone sounded a bit shaky, as if nervous to admit this. It’s not like you were completely against the idea of gay people, you didn’t care if one of your friends or someone around you were gay. You just thought the idea of you being gay was gross, because that wasn’t you.

“Well do you like me?” Mikey said bluntly

“Yeah, I mean.. I guess I do, but that doesn’t mean we can date we’re both guys..”

“Give me one chance, please Y/N.” Mikey did look a bit disappointed, not mad. Not sad.

You didn’t know what to say, “I can’t, even if I did my parents wouldn’t allow me.” Mikey put his hands on your shoulders

Was your heart beating this fast because he was so close? or because the leader of Toman was grabbing onto him.

“Please Y/N, we both like each other.”

After one final Denial Mikey left you alone, at least for the time being.

That whole situation didn’t stop him from sending you flowers and gifts after school and leaving you sweet notes during school.

No not at all.

He made sure to write his name in big bold letters on every gift or card, he needed you to know it was from him.

The feeling inside of you couldn’t deny how much you loved the gifts, how much you wanted to be with Mikey.

You had been avoiding him and his friends.

Mikey had sent you multiple messages practically begging.

If you weren’t so in love, you’d call this pathetic.

Finally coming to terms that you like him you were the one to message him this time, even if you never really gave a reply to his countless messages.

You asked him to meet you, quickly getting last second regrets whenever you thought about it.

It was too late now.

“Y/N!” Mikey said in a cheery tone, this being the only real interaction he’s had with you for almost a month now.

“Mikey.. I wanted to tell you something.” You became a mess again, why the hell were you all flustered? Just spit it out.

“If you want me to leave you alone I’ll stop.” he said in that same blunt tone, again.. but this time it was neutral and more understanding.

Mikey was ready to accept the rejection.

“No! No! I—“ why were the words so chocked up on your throat? ugh.. you were more annoyed with yourself than anyone else.

“I like you too.”

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cold

shinichiro sano x gn!reader (0.3k+)

warnings: not proof read, heavy angst, major character death, tr spoilers

when shinichiro sano died your life became overwhelmingly cold. not only were you welcomed into empty sheets every night - ones that lacked that familiar warmth that had accompanied you for so long - but you found your entire routine cold.

the silence that lingered throughout your apartment while shin's baggy hoodie draped over your frame was unnerving, no longer feeling his lengthy arms wrap around your waist while his head lay on your shoulder so he could get a glimpse of the breakfast you'd be making. in the background, you could hear his favorite music and the daily crack of the coca-cola can, his favorite beverage. now, in your peripheral vision, you'd try to ignore the familiar red aluminum cans that you had just restocked.

in the afternoons when you would read, you found yourself wrapped up in more and more layers - allowing the blankets to hug your frame and sweatpants to loosely warm your body as you mindlessly flipped through every page, trying to desperately distract yourself from the formidable emptiness that surrounded your life. at any rate, you found yourself lost in the storyline despite being through dozens of pages.

now, brushing your hair in the mirror after you had taken a steaming shower - one you hoped would nurse away your constant shivers and invite the comforting warmth you so miserably sought out - you found yourself staring off at yourself, taking in the features that had accompanied you your entire life. now, the underneath of your eyes had darkened as eyebags became more apparent. your skin was lighter than usual, and the slight discoloration that shin always assured you was beautiful now felt even more threatening.

you took care of yourself even after he's been gone, busying yourself with whatever possible in hopes to ease the loss of your lover. but no matter how hard you ignored it, there was a constant yearning for more warmth.

[litepowee]

𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡...

ft. Manjiro Sano

cw. hurt/no comfort, gender-neutral pronouns, angst, childhood friends to lovers au

wc. 1.3k

a/n. this is a re-write of something from my old blog. was in a angsty mood, but i just want my boy to have a chance to break down in someone's arms (╥﹏╥)

You looked as gorgeous as ever, though that wasn’t anything new in Manjiro’s mind. Since the first day he met you, ‘gorgeous’ had always been on his mind. But today, it just felt different. Something in the back of Manjiro’s mind told him that today was different, that somehow without him noticing, you were different. 

The white dress adorned your body so perfectly, hugging your curves and flowing out in a trail behind you so elegantly. Even with all the eyes of family members, friends, and anyone in-between on you, you still stood as confident as ever. As the piano started playing, Manjiro could feel himself subconsciously stiffening up seeing you in the doorway. You looked simply breathtaking, he almost succumbed to the urge to pinch himself; just to make sure it wasn’t a dream. 

God, how many years had he known you? It has to be at least 10? Maybe 11 or 12 years, if you’re really trying to get specific. The first time Manjiro saw you was when Emma had brought you back to the dojo, introducing you to all of her big brothers. Eyes glistening with pure amazement as you watched him and Keisuke practice. Emma basically had to drag you away from the dojo to get your attention off them.

Those years were long gone, but that didn’t mean that you had ever disappeared from the Sano's life. You became closest with Emma but never turned down an offer to train with Mikey and his friends. Throwing punches and kicks far more impressive than some of the members of Toman themselves. 

As years upon years sped by, what had started off as friendship had developed into more as you developed into adulthood. Manjiro’s eyes, once filled with a childlike admiration, had turned into something more deep, more mature. 

Manjiro only managed to snap out of his reminiscing daydreams when the officiant asked everyone to be seated, allowing them to start the ceremony. You glanced up at him through full lashes, emotional tears slowly forming. The sight made his heart clench, and he resisted the urge to wipe those tears away; less he ruined your perfectly done makeup that must have taken hours.

After the officiant had said their speech, it was Manjiro’s turn for vows. Breathing in a deep breath, he stared into your eyes holding a certain vulnerability in them. 

“Y/n, my love. To think that we stand here together at the altar, it’s something younger Mikey could only dream about. I’m pretty sure anyone who would spend two seconds together with us knew of my little crush on you. Though I didn’t do much to hide it at that time.” He chuckled, looking down with a soft smile, remembering how he used to act like a love struck puppy around you in his early teenage years. 

“Everyday I wake up, and I choose you; I choose us. You are the one person in the world that can handle all of me, so unapologetically. I never thought I would find my perfect match, someone who is so loving and gentle but can still kick my ass in any fight!” Some friends in the crowd started laughing as you looked away, smiling with a mix of embarrassment and pride. 

“I know when I look into your eyes, and see them shining so brightly at me…I know that I made the right choice to hand my entire being over to you. So, Y/n, my love. All I ask is that you take care of me, as I promise to do for you.” 

The words seemed to spill over, as his lips started to wobble. Manjiro had never been one for showing emotion, all his life all he had known was strength. But you were the one person that came crashing through the walls he had spent his whole life building up. 

A breathless chuckle left his lips as Manjiro attempted to blink away the tears. Everything just felt perfect, like something of a fairytale that Shinichiro would read to him and Emma when they were young. 

The ceremony continued on as the crowd quieted down, and you spoke your vows. Manjiro couldn’t help but let a few tears slip down his cheeks, as he gingerly wiped them away. Your words seemed to hit so deep within his heart, as all he could do was swell with love for you. This was the right decision, he had felt it in his entire being. 

“You may now kiss the bride.” 

Manjiro’s eyes fell closed as you leaned in, kissing your newly-wed husband. Cheers erupted in the church as you pulled away from each other, sporting the biggest grins. 

Church bells rung as you grab his hand, pulling him down the aisle. Stopping underneath the door frame, he takes one last long look into your eyes before snaking his arm around your waist. Leaning in close as you’re dipped down into a kiss. 

One hand holding onto your husband, as the other clutches your bouquet. You run down the church stairs as your guests follow suit, emptying the ceremony until only he is left. 

“Mikey?” 

Emma leans against the old wooden door frame, a sleek red dress covered in sequence and matching red heels making her blonde hair pop. She’s only met with silence as Manjiro refuses to meet her eyes, still standing at the altar, head tilted back with his eyes closed. 

“Manjiro?” She calls out again, after a second the only thing that could be heard were Emma’s heels clicking against the floor. She reaches out for Manjiro, hand smoothing over his tuxedo. Biting her lip, she utters a quiet “Are you okay?”. Her whole body feels heavy, overcome with anxiety for her brother, regretting even speaking the words as she already knows the answer. 

“Of course. Just admiring the altar one last time before I headed over to the reception.” Manjiro’s words held a quiet calmness that made Emma feel even more on-edge. “Mikey, it's ok-” “Hey Emma, don’t you think this is just a breathtaking place to hold a wedding? I think so. And did you see Y/n? They looked so beautiful, though it's almost rude to them if I were to compare their beauty to an old building.” 

Though not many people could, Emma could see the hurt swimming in his eyes. The hurt Manjiro tries so hard to hide from everyone, including you. “Keisuke is a lucky man. I’d give anything to be marrying them today. I should go threaten him one more time, just to make sure he knows to be good to them or else I’ll-""Manjiro!” 

Her voice rang through the church seemingly echoing in his mind, promptly silencing him. For the first time since the beginning of the ceremony, Manjiro looked deeply into Emma's worried eyes. He saw her fighting back tears with a tight lip. But all he could give in return was a soft smile. 

“I guess I wasn’t enough for them.” Whispering out as his gaze drifted to the stained glass art hung. “I can never be enough for them.” Manjiro let out a strained chuckle, as Emma stepped forward pulling him into a hug. Her hand ran up and down the lengths of his back in an attempt to calm his breathing. 

The air at the altar felt thick and heavy, as his chest heaved. Dropping his head down on Emma’s shoulder as he gently wrapped his arms around her midsection. “It’s okay Mikey. I’m here, let it out. Please, let it out.” Her soft words seemed to be the final straw as he wept into her shoulder. Choked sobs escaped as just outside the church you pressed a gentle kiss onto Keisuke’s lips, eyes gleaming, smiling up at him in pure adoration and love. 

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tws: mentions of blood, saddness, slight hint of suicide, absolute word-vomit because I am sick as hell, but this has been sitting in my drafts for decades

genre(s): angst with no comfort

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Mikey had his fair share of partying and lecherous moments. For the first few months after your death he felt pure joy, he wasn't himself. Imagine how bad things were to even feeling the need to celebrate it. Mikey was a masochistic fool, never bothering to appreciate what the universe had given him, all the ways out of his suffering. He thought the freed way of life would suit him more. What he failed to realize is how this will lead him to a terrible demise.

Gradually, the sweet, blissful moments of him coming home without a nagging lover to give him headaches formed a growing emptiness inside of him. Not even sinning brought him joy. Every person he hooked up with was replaced with the image of you in his head. He never noticed how much you meant to him until he started seeing you still roaming around the rooms, smiling at him and gesturing to come and embrace him in a hug.

- Y/n.. Are you real?

You didn't answer vocally. Your once sparkling eyes now were deep, black, lifeless orbs. Your touch was cold and seemed distant. This would happen frequently. Mikey coming back home, alone, with ''you'' sitting on the couch, your smile dazzling and relaxing his muscles after a long, tiring day. ''You'' walking around being your usual self and gesturing him to approach you and give you a kiss, which always seemed transparent and empty. When he covered himself and let the wieght of the blankets overpower him, with ''you'' laying next to him, embracing his figure. ''Your'' cooking's smell around the rooms, ''your'' chirpy laugh echoing through the apartment. Until one day, what seemed to be ''you'' never came back. Mikey came home to a small box in your favourite color, and a ribbon in his favourite color. Inside was an old picture from your first date together, soaked in the familiar, potent scent of your favourite Karolina Kurkova perfume. He sat on the couch, tears flowing down his cheeks, hugging the picture and sobbing until his head ached.

From that day on, the hole in his heart grew with the speed of light every day he came back to your previously shared home alone, with the only trace of you being the clothes bought from him you never got to wear, and your casual attire, still stained with blood and bitter tears. They were emitting despair and betrayal. He was yearning for ''you'' to come back, just so he could apologize, but to no avail. ''You'' vanished peacefully.

He never took you out on fancy events, never spent time with you nor viewed you as an equal. Never got the chance to see your figure wrapped around the expensive material of the now collecting dust pieces of fabric, or your neck, face and limbs embellished with the sui generis accessories you seemed to take interest in the first stages of your relationship, bought from him on your anniversary. Mikey found himself hugging your most worn shirts until he fell asleep, feeling like the room he used to sleep with you in turning into void, and your smell eternalizing in his nose.

Once again, the invincible Mikey fell into despair, succumbing into his own darkness. He never felt alive, nothing managed to salvage him from the ripples of your cherished memories. He proved he never deserved anything other than suffering, for he destroys every weal the universe sends him in a desperate attempt to heal his inner self and bring him back to stability. His life went downhill. Lost control over his own gang, the overflowing guilt, anger and disappointment flicked a switch and turned him into a monster, even worse than he already was.

He stole the urn from your parents' house, precisely from your bedroom. Wasn't very hard, for the room was without surveillance. They didn't care about you enough to even bother to clean the dust. After you got into a relationship with a hoodlum, they disowned you, exclaiming that you're no longer welcome in their lives. Mikey wanted to kill them on the spot, but he didn't want them to reunite with you and inflict more harm on you, even in the afterlife.

The urn remained on the nightstand next to your spot in your previously shared bed. He made sure to clean it every time he woke up and went to bed, hugging it for a couple of minutes and talking to it, sharing how his day went, how much he misses you and how sorry he is for everything he made you go through.

This wasn't enough. Mikey didn't feel like this wasn't enough. He wanted to apologize to you personally, to finally see the same eyes that sparkled with happiness and warmth when you initially began dating. He felt like this was the right thing to do... ''Yes... that's what's needed, that's what I have to do, that's... the only way out of my eternal guilt." was what he thought when his lean finger pulled the trigger. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━❧

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Regret - Manjiro Sano

Warning: Angst with no comfort, character death, nudity (not sexually), making out, gang violence, unrequited love, use of guns, body mutilation, mentions of torture, falling out of love

Pairing: Manjiro "Mikey" Sano

Word count: 0.7k

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Mikey loved you.

He's always loved you from the day you two faced off during a gang battle between Toman and your gang. He'd never seen someone as resilient or as stubborn as you before, never lowering your head even when you lost to him. Maybe it was your pride that made him want you - despite the humiliating defeat that ended in getting absorbed into Toman, you held yourself with dignity and prided yourself in not giving in to the tempting offer of friendship Mikey tried to extend to you.

Or is it your tough exterior that softened bit by bit with every act of genuine kindness he showed you? Mikey had heard casually from your only friend that you had an unloving home and it just made him want to whisk you away from such an unhappy life. Life came to Mikey when he felt your arms wrapping around his body while saying "thank you, thank you", before going to hug the teddy bear he had gotten for you in your arms.

Or is it the fact you never feared him or what he would become? Not even when he started Kanto Manji gang did you ever stop trying to see him again. You were going on the path of destruction with your eyes wide open, playing with fire when you kissed him for the first time. He was supposed to tell you not to look for him again when he came to your house, but he ended up kissing you back with much vigor and pinning you down on the bed, before attacking you with even more kisses and groping hands.

All the pent up feelings were bared as you two lay on the bed, breathless after making out; you would be by his side no matter what.

He loved you. He loved you so much it hurt both you and him, but it is you who takes the whole brunt of the pain in this relationship.

Because why else is he always the one hurting you? Why is he holding the gun to your head because of one silly rumor? He knows you didn't betray him but why can't he stop himself from ending your life?

"Mikey I didn't do it, I swear." Your voice cracks underneath the pressure of being bound with his gun digging into the back of your head. Sweat and tears mix as they roll down your face, wetting your blindfold and staining the floor of his expensive carpet with wet droplets. "All I do is stay by your side, I would never betray you. I can't betray you, Mikey."

You begging him should have gotten to him, but at this point, he's numb. Mikey knows you're innocent, everyone knows that too, because you live for Mikey. You left everything behind and endured seeing Mikey with multiple women, even to the point of over-hearing sinful moaning sounds when you stood guard in front of his door without shedding a single tear in public. You endured every task he threw at you, every moment where pretended he never knew you, just to be with him.

You endured weeks of torture just to prove your innocence to a man that has condemned you to death. You're stripped naked, bound, two fingers, three toes missing, welts decorating your skin and yet you can still -still call him "Mikey" in that tired tone of yours.

You've endured enough though, Mikey just wants to put an end to your long sufferring.

"Any last words, (name)?"

It's the last nail to your coffin. His voice is devoid of any emotion and he knows that it hurts you with the way your head and shoulders sag weakly. You only flinch when he cocks his gun and presses it to the back of your head forcefully, nudging it forwards. "I'm giving you one more chance to speak since we are old friends." An old friend. Not even his first love or the woman he lost his virginity too, just another old friend of his that has fallen from grace. "I usually don't do this, so be quick."

His words already killed you before you died.

"I'm scared." Your voice was tiny and your lips trembled with fear. "Mikey I'm so scared." You finally got out, fresh tears pouring down your face. "Don't hate me too Mikey, please. Not you too."

"Are you done talking?"

Before you could answer, a loud bang set off and your body fell forwards with a dull thud. It didn't take long for blood to pool around your head and the life in your eyes to go out completely. Mikey tucks his gun back in his holster and steps over your dead body, telling Sanzu to "clean up this mess" before walking out of the door of his office, slamming it shut.

It was bound to happen anyways. Just looking at you made him sick, a constant reminder of what he could have had if he didn't succumb to darkness. Seeing you standing by his side no matter how many horrible things he had done made Mikey sick to his stomach. You shouldn't have stayed with him, you should have just left him alone when he fell in knee deep into sin. He became disgusted by your devotion, the butterflies in his belly turning into pins stabbing his stomach whenever he saw you.

You should have run away when you had the chance.

Mikey knew eventually that he was going to kill you. It was just a matter of when, not why. Even if he let you go, what use would you be to him without a few fingers and toes? Can he even love you again after everyone had seen your nakedness? Won't that spur you to betray him after all the pain he put you through?

He wished he never loved you. Mikey regrets ever loving you in the first place.

Everything with you was a mistake.

"In your next life, (name), hate me."

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MANGA SPOILERS ⚠️

I love Mikey however right now I’m not loving him 😃

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Kazutora: I told you, it’s all Mikeys fault

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Hi! I just read your “What You Can’t See Deep Down” fic and immediately thought of a continuation of it. Like they managed to get the reader help, but it wasn’t helping like they thought it was, and they were just suppressing the ‘darkness’ in them. And when Bonten is created, reader unleashes the ‘darkness’ in them. I’m not sure if it makes much sense but I would love if you could make a second part to it like this or so. It’s okay if you don’t!

A Fresh Start || Mikey x fem!reader

Part 1 : What You Can't See Deep Down 🔪

A/n : Hello lovely ! I really hope you're going to like it ! Despite the fact that I decided to not mention the while Bonten thing as I'm still watching the anime and don't know at all how the thing is going to end

Warning : Angst to fluff, or maybe not 👀, mention of violence... well it's Tokyo Revengers 🤷‍♀️

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Words count : 1992

Your parents reacted immediately to Mikey's involvement in your state of health. It's not as if they could do the same when in front of them stood Draken and Baji - who despite their young ages were taller than your father - and Mitsuya who really didn't seem happy to see that they, your parents, hadn't realized your condition. After all, he was like that, caring with everyone, and even if he was still having trouble coming to terms with what had happened tonight, he couldn't help wanting you to get better

For your part, you were terribly upset when you learned that your parents had made weekly appointments with a psychologist. You went into a rage but finally decided to go and measure yourself against this ugly bitc- to this lady

Once there, you did your best to charm her and prove to her that it was all a mistake. That you were popular and everyone adored you

At the mention of the murder in your neighborhood you said you didn't know anything about it, that that evening you were at your boyfriend Mikey's and you reminded her that in any case the police had closed the case with no further action

Your plan had worked rather well. Rather, because in fact she hadn't managed to detect any rage in you that was making you violent. But she did detect a highly manipulative, egocentric personality with psychotic tendencies

You laughed out loud at the prescription when you recognized the generic name for psychotic painkillers. You weren't one at all, but it made you laugh to lead her on. You'd managed to make her see what you wanted well, even if there were one or two mishaps

You didn't want to take the medication at all. However, your parents - always afraid of the Tokyo Manjikai members - forced you. You were therefore very careful not to take the psychotic drugs, so as not to make yourself ill

Mikey was dying to come and see you, to see for himself that you were all right. He had to make do with regular calls from your parents or messages

One day, however, he spotted you in the street and couldn't resist coming over to meet you. He stayed at a safe distance before calling your name softly "Y/n hey how are you ?"

As for well, you'd had time to think about the events of that famous night in the alley. You'd finally accepted that he'd discovered your true personality. You understood quite easily that he had covered up for you by erasing the evidence. You were very grateful all the same, you absolutely didn't want to end up in prison in Japan

You turned your head towards him, surprised to hear his voice after such a long time - about 2 months. You were amazed that he'd reach out to you after you'd tried to kill him

You waved in his direction "Hello Manjiro what brings you here" he pouted slightly at the sound of his real first name, though it was already better than his last name

"I was hoping to bump into you. I had a message for you that didn't have to go through your parents. If you want, we'll set up a meeting with the Toman tonight. I want you to come so I can make a special announcement" he said, his voice holding a certain authority, it really had to be important

"I'll think about it. If I'm not there by 11 p.m. sharp, consider me gone" and with that you turned your back on him and left

He stood there dumfounded for a second before snapping out of it and left to mind his own business

That same evening, just before 11 p.m., Mikey paced up and down the Tokyo Manjikai lair under the annoyed gaze of his comrades. The founding members were all there

"Mikey, can you please stop walking back and forth in front of me like a mad man, you're making me sick ?" gasped Draken

"No, I can't. You know very well I've been looking forward to this, and I hope she-" he was cut off as you entered the hangar

"I said it. 11 o'clock sharp. What did you all want from me ? Don't tell me it's n ambush"

Some shook their heads vigorously while others rose from their places to greet you "Hey Y/n long time no see" "How's it going ?"

Of course, the founding members of the Tokyo Manjikai knew what had happened that night. They took you to a separate room for some reason, so they could talk calmly before returning to the bigger place

On the way to the more secluded room, Mitsuya touched your shoulder briefly, drawing your attention. You wondered how he, too, wasn't disappointed to have discovered who you really were. You simply nodded, deciding to save your words for the discussion that followed.

Once in the room, they sat in a line and you stood in front of them. Mikey spoke first "Are you feeling better since last time ? Are you more at peace ?"

As you started to nod opening your mouth he interrupted "And don't lie to me, I know more than you can think"

"Okay fine. I thought it was "helping" as you say but well I don't have any other personality to deal with as that bitch told my parents. It's not a problem strictly speaking. I just like beating people up, that's all. The psychologist must have thought it was a real thing when it was just a role"

You could feel the tension in the room as you spoke. However, Mikey was quick to speak again, so as not to leave anything to chance "That's why I asked you here, Y/n. I'd like you to join one of the Toman divisions. If I remember correctly, you told me you'd done martial arts when you were younger. Or was that another lie ?" his gaze was heavy, almost unbearable

"Yes, it's true, for a little over 4 years"

Mikey looked at all the founding members who nodded at him "Very well so you won't disappoint me out there" he continued as he stood up "L/n Y/n do you accept this request from the head of the Tokyo Manjikai to join our ranks ?"

You looked unsure for a brief moment. Was this a good idea ? But on the other hand, it would allow you to embrace your violent and war-like nature "Well... I don't really see any reason to oppose it" you said, trying to sound confident

"We'll introduce you to the others" then he stood up, followed by the other founders

"The others ?" you thought, but how many ? A firm pat on the back snapped you out of your thoughts. It was Draken "Come on. We won't keep them waiting"

You followed him towards the room you were in earlier. The noise was getting louder. As if a lot LOT of people were talking. At the sight of Mikey, however, all fell silent

You all entered one after the other. Baji, Draken, Kazutora, Pa-Chin, Mitsuya sat down in their respective places and Mikey beckoned you to the center of the stage. You gulped and did just as he asked. Your talents as an actress had not left you

Before your eyes, a hundred people, all members of the Toman for more or less time

"This is Y/n-chin for you, and she'll be joining the Tokyo Manjikai in Mitsuya's division. Address her as if you were addressing me and all will be well" he clapped his hands and turned back to you "It's a deal then ! You're one of us now. Do us honor and fight according to the gang's code"

You bent over at 90°C, you didn't know what was wrong with you "It's an honor !" you couldn't stop your desire to beat them to death but you also couldn't stop the relief that for some reason flooding your veins

Faced with the applause of the Toman boys, you couldn't wait to see what the future had in store for you. You couldn't help thinking if this was an excuse for Mikey to get close to you again. One thing was for sure, though, you knew you could draw a line under your image as a sweet, gentle girl

You looked forward to your first day as a Toman. You joined Mitsuya at the meeting place. You'd adopted a style that better suited your personality

You'd put on a pair of rangers, wide-legged pants and big rings on your fingers, so as to really hurt the people you were going to hit

Mitsuya waved at you and handed you the jacket he was holding under his arm "Make it proud"

"Thank you very much" you said with shining eyes

The day went pretty well. As a good group captain, he prompted you to the subordinates. And he put you in a pressure group. The groups that had to scare people or smash the faces of those who had failed the Toman

You never thought you could take so much out on people. The boys in your team were astonished to see you giving black eyes to people 20 centimeters taller than you. And you slept way more peacefully at night

With time, you felt your "darker side" calming down. Sure, you still liked to smash people's faces in, but you'd gradually lost that urge to control people's thoughts about you

Eventually your hatred of Mikey died down and that's how you found yourself after a Toman meeting crying on the way home

"Y/n-chin ? Is everything all right ? Did something happen ?" a voice you knew far too well asked from behind

You turned around, trying to blink away your tears, but he noticed them anyway. He gave you a worried look, ready to tell you he was going to kill anyone who wronged you

But you stopped him by shaking your head, the distance between you weighing painfully on your shoulders "No, it's my fault... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for last time !" you screamed, bending over, your voice breaking. That's where you knew you never faked your love for him

You didn't understand what had driven you to try to kill him, you were ready to throw yourself at his feet if it meant there was a tiny chance he'd forgive you "I should never have-"

You were cut off as he took you in a bone crushing hug, his hand coming to rest behind your neck, pressing you against his chest "Shhhh it's already forgotten. I'm just glad you found yourself again" he said, preventing the tears from escaping his eyes

His hand went up and down your back, trying to stop your sobs, which were getting louder by the second. You were back, well kinda, because the old you didn't exist but now you were really you and that's all that mattered

Mikey preferred the new you to the old you, which he sometimes found too superficial on some aspects. Now you were simply yourself and if this was the only way to find you fully Mikey would have bet on it living indefinitely

Finally, there may have been a path to redemption for you, even if it was only for Mikey and your comrades' sake. But it would only be partial, because you knew very well that the means to reach it would only be through the Tokyo Manjikai and the activities in which you would participate

But frankly, you'd finally found people who appreciated you. The real you, at your true value, and anyone who wanted to mess with them would have to deal with you. And you'd have to beat them with a metal bar to make them understand that you don't mess with the people who really understand you

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