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SAVE MY LOVE FOR YOU | MANJIRO SANO.

જ⁀➴ synposis: neither you nor mikey seem to have pulled out cupid's arrow despite being separated in this timeline. lucky for you two, you have the perfect group of friends for you to reunite in every life.

જ⁀➴ content warning: manga spoilers! (the ending), racer! mikey, best friend! kazutora, fem! reader, tooth rotting fluff, mikey is very confident and famous, making out on the first date, se.x in the changing room, se.x on the couch, protective sex (wrap it before you tap it), overstimulation, cunnilingus, mikey makes you cum three times, he's a sweetheart.

જ⁀➴ word count: 10k

જ⁀➴ note: thank you to @mztoman for commissioning me again (so loyal!) i had so much fun writing this, even though it took me a while. and thank YOU guys for 8k followers! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it hehe.

ʚ⁺˖↪ comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

One of Takemichi’s biggest achievements in life is giving his friends the life he promised them when he first discovered what being a time leaper was. It wasn’t easy, he fought like hell but it was worth it at the end. All of his friends are alive, his girlfriend is soon going to become his wife and was preparing for their wedding—it couldn’t get more perfect than this. The man sat next to this big window of a very quiet and fancy place, so lost in his thoughts that he failed to notice that his friend was walking back towards their table.

Manjiro watched as the black haired male fidgeted nervously in his seat. It was his idea to take him out, help him loosen up a little since Takemichi has been so caught up in wedding stress. He deserved a day like this. Especially with how far he’s come and the sacrifices he made for them to be here in the first place.

“If you fidget again, you might break the chair,” Manjiro teases him as he takes a seat across from him. He watches as the male flinches before resting his forehead on the table. Takemichi heaves out a long sigh.

“This is way too fancy, Mikey…”

“Well, what did you think? That I’d be allowed to go a coffee shop down the street where anyone can recognize me?” Manjiro flashes his friend a grin, a little proud that his career mad him get this far. And Takemichi sighs in defeat, accepting the fact that their little hangouts were going to be like this from now on.

“Plus, you need this more than I do. Wedding preparations are wearing you out. Maybe attending Emma’s wedding first will help putting you in a good mood before the big day comes up.” It was true, but there was something else to be discussed and Takemichi wasn’t sure of how to bring it up.

Was this even the right moment for it? He didn’t even know if it was appropriate to discuss this so casually. But he needed to get it off his chest. It was one of the first things he noticed when the last time leap happened—how it felt off. He wasn’t even sure at first, he thought he was just imagining things, that the time leaps took a toll on him. But one look at Chifuyu confirmed that he wasn’t tripping. Someone was missing in the picture.

“Hey, do you remember ever having a girlfriend in the past?” Takemichi tries to be casual about this, tries not to make it seem like it was a life or death situation but his facial expression fails him. It was so serious that it makes Mikey pause eating his food.

“Huh?”

“A girlfriend, or perhaps a girl? Do you remember being involved with a girl romantically?” At first, Takemichi was hesitating on telling his friend about this. After all, there’s no nice way to ask this question without making it seem like you are calling your friend a total loser. But he remember his conversation with Chifuyu, and he knows that if there is anyone to trust when it comes to information about the past, it’s either him or Naoto.

“I remember her, we didn’t talk that much but she was definitely there,” Chifuyu says, still holding the cold beer in his hand. Takemichi had invited him to his apartment while Hinata was out shopping, because he couldn’t just discuss this kind of stuff over the phone.

“Through it all, right?”

“Mhm, you remember her too Michi, you’re just hesitant.” Chifuyu was right. Takemichi knew what he saw in all of the timelines, he is sure that there was someone and Mikey always looked so protective of you, never let anyone near you. He’s never seen his friend like that, and so for him to be separated from her in this final timeline just didn’t make sense. He needed to do something about it.

“Michi, are you trying to tell me something?” It seemed like Mikey refused to take the situation seriously, and no one could blame him. What was supposed to be a fun hang out with his best friend was turning into a serious conversation and faster than he had anticipated.

“You were in love, Mikey.” This sentence makes his face fall. Takemichi sighs before leaning back in his seat, stirring the drink placed in front of him.

“Each time I went back in time and tried to fix things, it led me to a different timeline—a different outcome. In all of them, you were involved with this girl—you were different,” Takemichi pauses as he looks up at his friend. “No matter how bad things turned out to be, she was always there and seemed to be the only person to pull you out of this dark cloud. Last time, way before that big fight happened—“ He almost cringes when he remembers how bad it was. “You two weren’t together anymore. And I’m not sure why or how, but that seemed to worsen things for you. And if I’m not mistaken, she did end up dying at one point.”

Manjiro was trying his best to process what was being said to him. He was quiet, attentive and did not know what to say. He wasn’t opposed to the idea that younger him had found love, he was more upset that he must’ve fucked up some way for this mysterious girl to leave him and not want to be involved with him anymore. But he had no memory of her. No name, no address—how old was she? Were they both the same age? Was she older? What was she like? She must’ve been super patient with him because his teenage self was a menace, whiny and way too needy.

“Do you remember what she was like?” Mikey breaks the silence, his eyes going from his drink to his friend’s face who hums, trying his best to remember some of the features.

“I’m not sure, all I remember is that she was very loyal to you. She had a bonten tattoo on the back of her neck to match yours.” Takemichi remembers vividly the Bonten timeline, where he had tried to visit Mikey at that one abandoned building. He remembers watching her as she stood near the leader with careful eyes, a warm touch that contrasted her partner’s cold demeanor. She seemed to give Mikey what he lacked—warmth, love and a home.

“Where was she during the last fight?”

“I have no idea, but she didn’t want to be around you,” Takemichi cringes at the confession.

It’s true, she and Manjiro were like strangers in this timeline, but it wasn’t guaranteed that they wouldn’t meet again. After all, this mysterious girl was also friends with the rest of Toman. Takemichi wasn’t sure who exactly was her closest friend in the gang, and it made the chances of meeting her very slim.

“How do you know so much, though?” Mikey starts, taking a bite from his pastry. “You can remember that I was a piece of shit to her, but not her face?” It was a natural question, and no offense was taken by Takemichi who shrugged his shoulders.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I got some answers from Chifuyu and Naoto. We know this girl, but we tried to look at every picture with Toman and she was just never there. Almost like a ghost.”

“And you’re sure she isn’t dead in this present time?” This was Takemichi’s least favorite theory. Something must’ve happened in the past, she was nowhere to be found and the guy didn’t have time to ask everyone if they remember a certain girl being involved with the gang. All he could hope for was that she was alive and that nothing bad happened to her. Unlike that one timeline where she does end up getting killed, Takemichi hoped that she somehow survived and made it in the present time.

“I hope that she isn’t.” Takemichi confesses, almost gloomily. “But one thing is for sure—if she was close to somebody in Toman, there’s a chance she might attend either mine or your sister’s wedding. Let’s not lose hope.”

--

You are invited to the wedding of an old friend. You remember Emma as being the light of any room she walks into, and seeing her get married to the one person she’s always had a crush on makes you grin from ear to ear as you hold the wedding invitation in your hands. You are not particularly close to the couple, but you remember bumping into them a couple of times and every time you would pray that nothing bad happens and separates them because their happiness is truly contagious.

The wedding takes place in about two days, and you learn that you are not the only one invited when you hear your doorbell ring.

“You’re invited to Emma and Draken’s wedding, right?” Kazutora stands at your door and you snort at how excited he is. You’ve been friends with him for almost a decade now, you’ve seen each other at your lowest and you couldn’t deny that your friendship with the man was one of a kind. He pestered you like you were a little sister, and no matter how annoying he was to you, he happened to be one of the few people who were truly there for you when you needed them.

“Mhm, she even called me and told me she really wants to see me.” You smile when you remember the phone call. She was sweet enough to ask for your number when you bumped into her three months ago, and now that you look back at it—it was definitely to invite you to her wedding. You let Kazutora walk inside your place and the man makes himself comfortable on your couch.

“Good. You do need to get out of the house, it’s starting to become annoying,” he says with a light tone, and he sees you roll your eyes before you take a seat next to him.

“Sure, I do need to socialize a little.”

“Not a little, a lot.”

“Shut up, I get it.” You smack Kazutora’s arm and he laughs before grabbing the remote control. He chooses a random show on Netflix before grabbing his phone to order takeout. You can’t even argue with him or tell him you had some left-over food from yesterday because he wouldn’t listen to you anyway.

Kazutora was right. You rarely ever went out unless you were obligated or the man dragged you to an event. It felt as though you dreaded the thought of going out and having to meet people. But attending Emma’s wedding didn’t sound like a bad idea. As long as the people there were as sweet as her.

Which made you realize another thing.

“It’s crazy how we both knew Emma, but we didn’t become friends through her.” You say outloud and your friend hums. You two became friends because you happened to be hanging out near a cat café. You both happened to be rescuing the same kitten, and decided that it was the start of your very long friendship.

“True, which also means that you’ve never met one of my closest friends and Emma’s brother.” You tilt your head in confusion.

“Who?”

“Mikey.” You’ve never heard of that name in your life. Then again, you’ve never been to Emma’s house or were that close to her in the first place. All you knew was that she had a massive crush on this Draken dude who you saw recently and that was that. Anything about her family was simply none of your business.

“Yeah, I don’t know him.” You simply shrug.

“He’s a pretty famous racer actually,” oh? That was a first. “But he likes to keep his personal life mostly private. Last time, he came to my place wearing a black hoodie and black sweatpants—I thought I was getting robbed.”

You snort at the thought of your friend being absolutely terrified from his own close friend. But this made you a little curious about this Mikey. If he was as famous as Kazutora claims, why have you never seen him on TV before?

“You’re such a scaredy cat. “ You tease your friend, nudging him with your elbow.

“Yeah, yeah. Says the same person who cried when she found me on her couch after opening the door for me at night.”

“I forgot!”

“Say that to the person who will murder you in your sleep.”

--

Emma’s wedding was as intimate as it could be. You weren’t complaining, you hated big weddings where people didn’t even know each other. And right off the bat, you could tell that the people invited to the couple’s wedding were loved ones and have seen them grow up together.

You don’t feel out of place, but you are still a little closed off as Kazutora marches towards his group of friends. You refused to go with him mainly because it would be so awkward and you wanted to give your friend some space to hang out with his own group of friends. And so you stand next to the drinks, pour yourself some water and hold onto your cup while looking around the place.

It was small, but not too small. You take notice of the flowers hanging by the ceiling and the cake sitting in the corner. There’s soft music playing in the background and despite the number of people present, it is not loud enough to annoy you. Perhaps if you were to get married one day, you wanted a ceremony just like this.

You’re brought out of your thoughts when you feel Kazutora’s hand around your wrist and you send him a look that he knows a little too well.

Don’t you dare-

“Come! They wanna meet you.” He’s grinning from ear to ear, and you hear his friends laugh at the contrast in your expressions. While Kazutora is so excited to introduce you to his friends, you look as though you don’t even want to be here.

“There she is! Give her some time and she will warm up to you guys,” you give a tight lipped smile and you can feel your cheeks warming up at the attention. You aren’t exactly awkward with people, but being introduced like this wasn’t a situation you would ever put yourself into.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Mitsuya.” A man with lavender hair extends his hand out and the smile on his face helps you relax a little. You shake hands with him and introduce yourself back, and suddenly everyone was telling you who they were.

Beside Baji (whom you’ve already seen in pictures before), everyone else is a new face. There was a set of twins, Souya and Nahoya. Pah-chin and Peh-yan, and then there was Hakkai and Chifuyu. They were all nice and welcoming, didn’t make you feel awkward at all. But you notice how Chifuyu’s stare lingers on you for a bit longer than the rest, and you don’t shy away from asking him if there was something he needed.

“Is there anything you need or?”

“Oh no,” Chifuyu starts and shakes his head. His cheeks are flushed that you caught him staring at you so intensely, but he continues nonetheless. “You just look familiar, that’s all.”

Familiar? It wasn’t exactly impossible, but you were still sure that you’ve never met Chifuyu before.

“Maybe we met outside or something, or maybe Kazutora showed you a pic?” You ask the male, and he quickly darts his eyes towards Kazutora.

 “Actually, yeah. I think that’s where I saw you.” He lets go of the conversation pretty quickly after this, leaving you standing confused next to your friend. You don’t really question it, perhaps he did believe you and it was all in his head. But it was still a weird interaction altogether.

You are quickly introduced to a new person, and your interaction with him isn’t any less weird than the previous one. Takemichi stares at you with wide eyes and parted lips, and you see Chifuyu pinch his side which makes you furrow your eyebrows. What the fuck was going on here?

“Are you okay—“

“You just look very familiar.” Again? You almost roll your eyes in annoyance. If they were playing games with you, this surely wasn’t a fun one. But you decide to give a proper answer to this observation and shake your head.

“It’s probably all in your head, I’m sorry. I have never seen you in my life.”

Despite how warm and gentle you look, you are strong minded and don’t shy away from situations like these. Takemichi finds himself smiling at the thought.

I can see why her and Mikey are perfect for each other.

Takemichi, just like Chifuyu, lets go of the conversation very easily and you find yourself even more annoyed than before. If one more person tells you that you look familiar, you might just tell them to fuck off. But you’re distracted by Kazutora dragging you to take a seat, indicating that the ceremony was about to start.

You watch as the best men step out and stand next to the groom who looks as though he is about to burst into tears at any moment. It is a sweet thing to witness in real time, the same man you remember meeting three months ago holding a bag of groceries while Emma was holding nothing but her purse. He was truly head over heels, and to be able to witness him devote himself and promise to love and cherish her, to be there for her and hold her when things get tough felt like witnessing a love story straight from the books.

The after-party starts shortly after, and you take notice of how the quiet and intimate vibes remain present throughout the whole night. You are sat at a table all alone, Kazutora had only left your side a few moments prior to grab food for you both and so you decide to just scroll on your phone for a bit. But you are quickly robbed of your alone time when your friend comes back and it seems as though he’s dragging someone with him.

“(Name), this is Mikey. Mikey, this is (name). He’s the friend that I told you about yesterday.” Mikey is anything but how you imagined him to be. Cocky, arrogant, maybe a little self-centered since that’s how everyone who rose to fame behaved even around their friends. But he is… closed off. He can hold eye contact, but you take notice of the small blush painting the apples of his cheeks at having to be introduced like this.

You two seemed to have that in common.

You give a small smile in response and extend your hand, Mikey sees it and mirrors your actions. You don’t think much of it, it’s a hand shake after all—but the moment the palm of your head meets his, you feel electricity shock through your body and you both pull away with a slight hiss.

“Shit-“

“Ouch.”

You’re both holding your hands back, but then you look at him and he feels different. For some odd reason, this young man you had just been introduced to looks at you as though he’s been looking for you for a long time. Your heart skips a beat. His eyes are intense, and he doesn’t seem to pull his eyes away from you until you dart them back towards Kazutora with red cheeks.

Your friend watches the scene unfold before him with raised eyebrows and a small smile. He had hopes that two of his closest friends would get along, and it seemed to be going just fine.

“Wow, am I interrupting something?” The playful tone to his voice seems to make the heat travel all over your body, and both you and Mikey smack him at his comment.

“Don’t be such a dickhead.” You look adorable when you try to be threatening, Mikey thinks. But he also thinks that it must be you.

The girl Takemichi told him about a few days earlier, it has to be you. He doesn’t know how or why, but the hand shake made him feel different about you. It was cheesy to be thinking this way, Mikey would’ve probably teased anyone else if they had told him this. But you were staring at him with pretty eyes and pink cheeks, even your stare was a shy one up until you looked at Kazutora.

You bicker with Kazutora for a few more moments until Mikey sees him lift up his hands in defeat, a triumphant smile on his lips. You roll your eyes at this.

“Fine, I’ll leave you two alone if that’s what you really want.” This little-

“That’s not what I said!” Your face is as red as a tomato, watching Kazutora walk away to chit-chat with some of his friends. Mikey finds himself snickering a little at this.

“Laughing at my misery?” You tell the man with a small grumble and he shrugs his shoulders before pulling out a chair.

“It was entertaining—can I?” You nod in response and Mikey takes a seat next to you. Your body immediately relaxes around him, and given that you were the only two people sitting at this table, you don’t find yourself feeling awkward as you strike a conversation with the man.

“So, you like bikes?” The question is genuine, but the way you phrase it has Mikey throwing his head back with a small laugh.

“I do, how were you able to tell?” He props his elbow on the table before resting his chin on his hand. He is grinning, and the way he’s staring at you makes your stomach flutter.

“A little birdie told me you’re a pretty famous racer,” You grin in return and mirror his actions, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. Mikey takes notice of what you are trying to do and lets out another laugh.

“I am, and yes I do love bikes.”

“I know, Mikey.” You chuckle at his sincerity and you see him shrug his shoulders.

“Hey, I’m an honest man. I wanted to make sure you knew I wasn’t lying.”

“Honestly, you look like a terrible liar.” You giggle a little when he lets out a gasp, feigning being offended.

“I am an amazing liar!”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah! For example, me being an amazing liar is a lie in itself,” Mikey finds himself grinning from ear to ear when his little joke makes you laugh really hard. He truly hopes that you were her, otherwise he would be pretty bummed.

“Alright comedian, I’m getting a little hungry. Wanna grab some food?” Manjiro doesn’t say no, and so you stand up and head towards the display of various types of snacks and food to fill your plate.

The night seemed to be going pretty well.

--

You spend the rest of the night talking to Mikey as though you’ve known each other for years. He lets you talk with Emma and Draken to congratulate them, and you don’t notice the smile that’s on her face when she sees you walk away with her brother. In fact, you fail to notice the various pairs of eyes lingering on you both as you sit down at the very corner, seemingly thinking that you are away from prying eyes, but you were obviously wrong. You and Manjiro looked like you were on a date.

The after-party does eventually come to an end. Kazutora tells you to get ready and you put on the coat you brought with you in case it got cold at night (which it did). Mikey walks you out of the venue, but before you can follow Kazutora to his car, he stops you with a hand around your wrist.

“Hey wait,”

“Yeah?” A part of you was hoping that the conversation was going that way, you had a lot of fun with Mikey during the few hours you hung out with him and you were hoping that he would do something about it.

“I had a lot of fun, and it wasn’t even my own wedding,” he starts with a chuckle. “And I was wondering if we could hang out again.” Oh, he was bold. You liked that.

You smile at this, and you remove your wrist from his grasp before wrapping it around his hand, grabbing it firmly.

“I would love to, Mikey.” You exchange phone numbers and you walk towards Kazutora’s car. You wave at Mikey, you see him mouth ‘I’ll text you later’ and it makes you blush. You get inside the car, and Kazutora immediately starts the car.

He notices how quiet you are, but you don’t look upset. You’re busy staring at your phone, almost like you were waiting for a text and then your phone pings. Your eyes light up when you see the notification, and you quickly type something on your phone.

Mikey<3

--Kazutora’s a pretty reckless driver. Think you gonna get there safely?

You stifle a giggle before sending a reply.

--He’s a pretty good driver actually, have some faith in him.

Kazutora doesn’t take a look at your phone, but from the way you are beaming at your phone, he knows who you were talking to.

“You two are getting along pretty well,” you don’t raise your head to look at him, only nod in response.

“Mhm, he’s really cute,” you say quietly and your friend smiles to himself. He hasn’t seen you this excited about someone in quite some time, and for it to be his close friend out of everyone warms up his heart.

You couldn’t wait to see Mikey again.

--

Mikey has a very busy schedule, you learn that from the past three weeks of texting him. You tried to make plans four times, and they were all dismissed by his team because he had something to do. You weren’t even upset about it, you had been having video and phone calls with him the entire time, but he still apologizes during every call and promises to make it up to you somehow.

Which brings you to where you are right now—standing near your apartment building waiting for him to pick you up. You two had agreed to go back to his place to hang out, since his race was coming up soon, the paparazzi were on his ass and he didn’t want that to ruin his fun time with you.

You see a black, fancy car pull up next to you and your eyes are wide as you stare at it. Mikey rolls down the window and flashes you a toothy grin, before yelling out.

“You’re gonna keep standing there?” You are quick to get inside the car, and you take notice of how clean it is.

“I didn’t think you were gonna pick me up in such a fancy car,” you admit, and Manjiro chuckles at your honesty.

“Were you expecting a bike?”

“Yeah.” You smile when you see him laugh a little harder. “What?”

“You’re cute, that’s all,” you blush at his remark and cough a little, suddenly finding the ceiling of his car very interesting.

“Getting shy?”

“Focus on driving,” you say playfully and he gets stubborn, refusing to listen to you.

“Ooh, did my talk of Kazutora being a reckless driver get to your head?” He rests his head on the steering wheel, and you almost panic when you see that he’s not paying attention.

“Mikey—really, focus!”

You arrive to his place in less than twenty minutes, and you hope your face does not betray you and show him how absolutely mesmerized you are by the size of the building. You have to hurt your neck in order to see the top, and he tells you that he lives on the 20th floor, since he loves watching the city from above. You walk inside, get in the elevator and Manjiro notices the way you’re holding your purse tightly.

His hand reaches out towards you and wraps around your wrist, you look at him in surprise but immediately relax when you see the smile on his face.

“Relax, yeah?” His voice is barely above a whisper. Butterflies dance in your stomach at the way he’s addressing you—so full of love and care. You look away from him when you feel your face getting hot.

Luckily, Manjiro doesn’t notice as the elevator finally comes to a halt, indicating that you finally arrived at the 20th floor. The doors open and you are greeted with a long, illuminated hallway with grey carpets on the floor and big windows on the side. Mikey is the first one to step out and you follow suit, watching as he starts to look for his keys in his pockets.

You arrive at a door with big, bold numbers on it and you wait behind Mikey as he unlocks it before stepping inside.

“Come in, make yourself comfortable.”

Mikey’s place is as fancy as the building, but there’s a hint of domesticity to it and it warms up your heart. There are framed pictures everywhere, trophies sitting above the bookshelf and plants in each corner of the humongous living room. The kitchen is attached to the living space, and you’re surprised when you see that the oven was turned on.

“Were you cooking?”

“Yeah, I’m actually lucky cause if we had been late, our dinner could’ve been burned.” He’s grinning from ear to ear, while you stare at him mortified. He could’ve started a fire and he’s laughing about it?

“You know that’s super dangerous, Mikey.”

“I was just excited to come pick you up,” he pouts at you, and you already have this show memorized. Every time he would do something reckless and he tells you over a video call, he would pout when you scold him in hopes of getting out of it.

“Please,” you roll your eyes, bending down to take off your shoes before putting on the slippers he had laid out for you. While dinner was still cooking, Mikey decides to give you a little tour of his apartment.

You learn that there is he makes good use of the space he has, and he tells you it’s all thanks to his sister Emma for giving him ideas. He has an office where he takes calls, a bedroom that looks rather neat compared to when you saw it over the video call a few days ago and a very pretty bathroom that is black themed. You think it’s the prettiest part of his house.

“Out of everything, you pick the bathroom?” He is amused, watching as you grab the bottles of shampoo and conditioner with a loud gasp, the fascination in your eyes warms up his chest. He truly feels like pulling you in his arms.

“Those are so cool! Have you ever broken one of these?” Manjiro raises an eyebrow at this.

“Why?”

“I just wanna know if you’re clumsy,” you give him an innocent grin, and he pouts his lips at your comment.

“I am not clumsy.”

“Hm, then I guess Kazutora lied to me.” This makes his ears perk up.

“Kazutora told you about me?” You chuckle at his eagerness but nod anyway.

“He told me you were reckless and a bit childish,” you tilt your head to the side. “Stubborn, indecisive, impulsive, idiotic-“

“Did he say anything that’s actually good,” you can sense the annoyance in his voice and chuckle before reaching out to hold one of his hands.

“He told me you were loyal, very kind and loving. You care a lot about your family and friends, and you never let fame get to your head,” your voice is soft as you tell him all the things Kazutora told you, and the longer you hold his hand, the louder your heartbeat is in your ears.

It feels strange, almost familiar to be this close with him even through just hand holding. And when you look up from where you were holding his hand, your breath hitches at the way he is staring at you. Intense, passionate—you can’t exactly decide how Mikey’s eyes feel, but you do know that they make you nervous. You bite your bottom lips out of nervousness, but you don’t let go of his hand. Instead, your thumb caresses the back of his hand and traces soft circles there.

“And what do you think?” Mikey finally breaks the silence, eyes darting all over your face before settling on your lips.

“I think,” you tighten your hold around his hand, before pulling him towards you in one sudden movement. “I think you should kiss me.”

Manjiro didn’t need to be told twice. His hands gripped your hips as he pinned you against his sink, lips pressed against yours in what started out as a soft, innocent kiss. But the longer your lips moved against one another, the harder it was to keep it tame. You only pull away when you’re out of breath and panting, hands gripping the fabric of shirt to pull him impossibly closer to you. He rests his forehead against yours, teeth nipping at your bottom lips before pulling you into another kiss. You gasp when you feel his lips kiss down, nipping at your jaw.

“Mikey—the food.” You pant out.

“Oh shit-“ There goes your dinner.

--

Whatever Mikey cooked that night wasn’t going to be served. You laugh a little at how pouty and sad he is at the incident, but you reassure him that you appreciate his effort until the very end, and even if it was ruined.

You end up ordering food for the night, and you find out that Mikey gets really excited when the food has little decorations on top. He orders a hamburger and you decide to go for a pizza, and the sheer amount of happiness on his face when he finds a little flag on top of the bun makes you coo at him.

There is a show playing while you eat, but neither of you focus on what was happening as you devour your food and talk about everything and nothing. You learn many things about Mikey, and so does he. And it seems as though the kiss you shared back in the bathroom is long forgotten, almost as though it never happened. But you do notice that Mikey is holding back on the stuff he is telling you.

“Is there anything you want to tell me?” You’re not necessarily being confrontational, but you see him shift a little. So you noticed.

He doesn’t say anything as he removes the fry from his mouth and grabs some water, and your heart sinks a little. When did it get so serious?

“Mikey?”

“Can I be honest about something?” Oh no. Whenever a conversation started like this, you knew it wasn’t going to end well.

“Sure.” He was gonna tell you that he didn’t enjoy the kiss—or worse, did your breath smell? You already felt repulsed by yourself and he hadn’t even said a single thing. You were getting ready for rejection, for the night to end terribly and for him to send you back home and never talk to you again. You knew it was too good to be true.

“This might sound a little crazy, but we were lovers in the past.” Huh? You didn’t know what to say—this sounded ridiculous, but maybe he meant when you were kids? On the playground?

“You mean as kids or?”

“No, I mean in a different timeline, we are—well, were lovers.” The use of the past tense when referring to his relationship with you has a bitter aftertaste to it. He wasn’t even sure what he was doing right now, you might not even be her. But he remembers his conversation with Takemichi after Emma’s wedding, how his friend confirmed to him that yes, it was you.

“Mikey, go for it.” Takemichi was grinning from ear to ear. It seemed as though you were actually alive and he did manage to save everyone this time. Even you.

“Are you sure-“

“Yes,” Chifuyu interrupts with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. “I’m certain that it’s her.”

This was the confirmation Mikey needed, but he was still scared. What if you reject him in this timeline? What if you both don’t fall in love and things don’t work out? This probably scared him more than having to tell you about the whole time leap thing.

“What do you mean?” You don’t tell him that he sounds ridiculous, nor do you laugh at the fact that he just told you that you were both lovers at one point.

“Takemichi, and my brother—but it doesn’t matter,” Mikey shakes his head. “Takemichi was able to go back in time at one point in his life. He’s what people might call a time leaper. He went through hell and beyond to be able to save his girlfriend from dying, but then eventually he got involved with me and that’s how we became friends.” You see him pause to smile to himself, and you think to yourself that there is no way someone can make up a story this detailed without stuttering or missing a beat.

“Every time he tried to fix something in the past, it would lead to a horrible outcome in the future. And he remembers that—well, we were together,” he frowns before continuing. “No matter the horrible outcome, we were never separated until well, now.”

What Mikey is saying right now should make you look at him like he’s crazy, what he’s implying and the events he’s describing sound straight out of a book. And yet you still believe every word he says. You aren’t sure what part of his speech convinced you that this was real, you just believe him.

“It makes sense. The handshake made me feel some kind of way, I thought I was crazy for looking too deeply into it—but then I felt you and I don’t know, I think even hanging out as friends would do us great, yeah?” You were going on such a ramble, that you fail to notice that Mikey is a little taken aback by your understanding of the whole situation. He’s relieved that you don’t think he is crazy, but when he feels the blush crawl up his neck, he looks away from you with a loud huff.

“What is wrong with you?” You blink at him.

“Hm?”

“You’re being awfully understanding, I wasn’t expecting it.” You find yourself cooing at him, and your hand reaches towards his face to pinch his cheek playfully.

“Oh Mikey, are you shy?” You regret your words as soon as they come out. You feel his hand grab your wrist before pulling you on top of him on the couch, making you straddle him. He smirks at your wide eyed look and his hands grip your hips just like how he did in the bathroom.

“Cat got your tongue?” Yes, it totally did. This side of Mikey was so unexpected but you weren’t complaining. But you did feel as though he was reminding you that no matter how flustered he could get, he always had more effect on you than you could ever imagine.

--

You get over the situation on the couch rather quickly, and an hour later you decide that it’s finally time to head back home. Mikey is whiny about it, but he decides to drive you back to your place and completely forgets why he was upset in the first place. His behavior resembled one of a very needy puppy.

He parks next to your apartment building, and he immediately starts sighing out dramatically.

“Mikey-“

“I cannot believe I have just been reunited with my past lover, and yet she still asks to go back to her place and urgently!” He yells out the last part, the back of his hand pressed against his forehead. “I am heartbroken.”

“I promise to text you, yeah?” You lean towards him and press a kiss to his cheek, to which he grins at.

“And you have to go on a date with me again very soon.”

“Okay, deal.” You quickly agree, and the smile beaming on his face makes you think that if he was always going to be this happy, then you would go on plenty of dates with him.

“Goodnight Mikey,”

“Manjiro.” Your hand rests at the door, and you turn around to face him.

“Yeah?”

“Call me Manjiro, I like it better.”

You smile at this and nod his way. “Goodnight Manjiro.” It sounds so sweet when it comes out of your mouth, and when you lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek, he grabs your face and pulls you into a deep kiss.

He is such a passionate kisser, a little aggressive since he keeps nipping and biting at your bottom lip and gripping the back of your head—but you don’t mind. You are dizzy when he pulls away, and he finally unlocks the door for you with a grin on his face.

“Goodnight, (Name).”

--

Over the next month and a half, not once do you question your relationship with Mikey. It’s casual, you tell yourself. It has to be. Sure, you have shared a few passionate, and very intimate kisses but it was all casual and friendly. At least that’s what you tell yourself.

Mikey refuses to discuss whatever is going on between you two either, chooses to brush it to the side because as much as his brain was telling him this was going well, his heart was screaming at him not to get attached. Which was too late.

The conversations you both had, the kisses you shared—hell, you even understood the whole time leap thing and told him that when he first shook hands with you, he felt familiar. But what if Mikey fucks up again? What if he messes up like he did in the previous times, so badly to the point where even Takemichi couldn’t fix it? The thoughts in his head were getting louder and more suffocating by the minute, and he was afraid that he would do it again—push you away, or worse; lose you.

You notice that his text messages become shorter and less excited than when you both started talking, it confuses you at first—you brush off the idea of him losing interest in you because there was no way. You both got along so well, did he really get cold feet so suddenly?

It was even more frustrating to try to get him to talk about it—every time you would try to bring it up, he would shut down your attempt and give a lame excuse such as “oh, I’m just tired” or “I didn’t get enough sleep”. You were starting to get a little fed up.

You text Kazutora to come over, and you’re not even surprised when you hear a knock at your door not even twenty minutes later. He was always quick with these.

“What do you want this time, more money? My soul?” Kazutora says as he walks in, but the humorous mood he was trying to set immediately fades when he notices your distressed state.

“Wow, are you okay?” His eyebrows are pinched in concern and you shake your head.

“No, no—I think Mikey doesn’t like me.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” This wasn’t what Kazutora heard from Mikey himself, and he realizes almost immediately that things weren’t being communicated properly between you two.

“He’s been acting distant and cold—and I think I fucked up, maybe I shouldn’t have kissed him the first time we hung out-“

“You kissed him the first time you hung out?” Your friend was impressed, but he winces when you smack his shoulder. “Shit sorry—hey listen, I’m very sure he likes you.”

“How can you be so sure? I really don’t know what he’s thinking and it’s killing me.” You are frustrated, and it’s very understandable. But Kazutora has to explain to you how Mikey was as a person.

“It’s Mikey, he’s incredibly scared of his feelings.” He sits you down on your couch and you raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. “It’s always been like this. His feelings are intense, and he is scared that it might push people away which is why he’s had the same group of friends for years--so my theory is, he really likes you. But he is scared that you do not feel the same, or worse and impossible; don’t feel the same way.”

You aren’t surprised that your friend knows this much about Mikey, but you still find it endearing that he was willing to explain to you in detail how his friend dealt with his feelings. You find yourself nodding at his words before resting your head on the couch.

“How do I make him less scared though?”

“What do you mean?”

“I obviously like him back,” you stare at your friend. “It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. But how do I tell him? How do I let him know that I want him? I can’t have him question that, I need him to be convinced that I feel the same for him, that it doesn’t scare me.”

Kazutora smiles a little at your eagerness. You and Mikey were truly the perfect match. Confident, unwavering and strong with a pinch of gentleness and care for your loved ones. He pats your head affectionately.

“Don’t worry, I got the perfect plan.”

--

You should’ve known his plan would include some of Mikey’s closest friends. You are a blushing mess as you stand in the middle of Mitsuya’s office in an awkward position. The lavender head is staring you down so intensely, you can’t even hold eye contact with him.

“Yeah, lucky her I have one ready.” Have what? You look at Kazutora who only grins at you before shrugging his shoulders.

Mitsuya then comes out and is holding what appears to be a black outfit. He hands it to you and sits back down on his chair before nodding at you to open it. You do as you are told and unfold the piece of clothing in your hands—a dress? There was pretty writing in gold, it said TOMAN on the back and Mikey written in gold right above the heart area.

“Is this…?”

“Mhm, Mikey’s old uniform when we were back in Toman.” Mitsuya says before fixing his glasses. “I tried to experiment with it a couple of times, and this is the last thing I was able to make. It should fit you as an oversized shirt.”

You hold the piece of clothing in your hand and nod at him, before darting your eyes towards your friend.

“What do I do with this?”

“His race is tomorrow. You already have a VIP pass to the front row, right?” You nod in response. “Cool, wear that and stand there. I’m very sure he will be very excited.”

It sounded like a reckless plan—crazy, even. But you were down for it as long as Manjiro knew that you felt the same, and that you were willing to try again with him in this timeline. You were ready to be lovers, it’s what fate decided for you both. And although it doesn’t always work out, during the two months of having known Mikey, you’ve come to accept the fact that you were his and he was yours.

No matter the circumstances, you always found your way back in each other’s lives.

--

Mikey loved his job more than anything in the world. He loved the adrenaline that comes with it, the confidence boost that he gets from hearing people—fans, and mostly his friends and family cheer for him, was immeasurable. He was the center of attention, and such a competitive person that all eyes fell on him the moment he gets on his bike. Like a kid being handed candy, Mikey finds pure joy in holding trophies at the end of every race, and some might think he is cocky for saying this—but he knew that today’s victory was going to be his.

He is getting ready to get on his bike, a heavy helmet in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He knows his manager is saying something, but he can’t really get himself to care enough to listen, mind thinking of far more important things.

He wonders how you are doing, after all it’s been a while since he last saw you and it makes him internally cringe. Avoidance was one of his worst traits, coming second to pushing people away from him. He doesn’t know what he should do about the whole situation, he is far too deep in it to be able to get out without you getting mad at him or worse—choosing not to be with him. But Manjiro is ready for whatever is thrown his way, he will fight back and try to win you ever. Even if his own fears can easily get the best of him at the worst of times.

The race starts, and Manjiro doesn’t stare at the crowd cheering for him. He knows it’s the usual—His siblings, grandpa and all of his friends cheering the name “Mikey!” over and over again. It wasn’t until the race ends and Mikey wins the first place that he decides to take off his helmet and flash the crowd his usual, toothy grin. It’s contagious, and he notices how his friends keep pointing down for him to notice something in the crowd—or rather, someone.

There you were, standing so close to him yet so far away—how did he not notice you from the very beginning? You looked adorable, and you were wearing something that looked way too familiar. The closer he got to you, the sooner he was able to confirm that it was his old Toman uniform. And you were wearing it as an oversized shirt, with what he hoped were shorts underneath.

He doesn’t miss the way his siblings and friends were snickering to themselves at his speechless state, but he chooses that he will throw a tantrum over that later. He has more important things to focus on—such as asking you what you were doing here, how did you get that? Does it mean that you weren’t mad at him?

Mikey knew he should be careful with the paparazzi, after all they were the type to make a huge deal out of anything—but he has never had any dating rumor. In fact, he would always shut down the idea and say that dating wasn’t for him. But now that you were standing in the crowd, looking especially adorable in his old uniform, he couldn’t really decide whether to protect you from the nasty fans or to hold you in his arms and show the public that his heart belonged to one person only.

He decides to be careful for the sake of your safety—flashes you a confident smile that has your face changing into a bright red color before giving him a curt nod which he returns. You could hear Kazutora and Baji fake gagging in the back at the sight of you two communicating silently, but you didn’t care anymore. Not when Mikey’s eyes spoke louder than any cheering you heard today.

You are patiently waiting for him next to his changing room, it’s where Emma told you to go. You appreciated that neither she, Izana nor Shinichiro teased you about being romantically involved with their brother. Though you did notice the smile that painted the older brother’s face at your nervousness, so he decides to speak up.

“I’m glad you found each other again.” So that’s what Mikey meant when he said that his brother was a time leaper too. Shinichiro knew about you two, but he trusted Takemichi to do the job of telling Manjiro about you.

You fiddle with your thumbs, leaning against the wall. You don’t have time to get lost in your thoughts before you see Mikey storming down the hallway and towards you, ridding himself of his jacket and all the equipment that was strapped onto him as a form of protection.

“Sir—“ His manager tries to get his attention, but Mikey raises a single hand to dismiss his efforts.

“Whatever it is, cancel it or tell them to wait. I have far more important things to do.” You flush at his words, and you’re about to say something yourself when Manjiro grabs your hand and opens the door to his changing room. He turns out and looks at his manager once again.

“No one’s allowed near my room for a while, okay?” His manager raises a questioning eyebrow.

“But sir, why-“

“It doesn’t take a genius to know why.” Mikey almost gives the man a deadpan look, and the manager seems to understand almost immediately and flushes before bowing his head and walking away in a hurry.

You are amused at how eager Mikey is about the whole situation, but you can’t deny that you feel nervous about being alone with him in his changing room. It’s fancy and private, exactly what you imagine Mikey to have since it’s not any different from his house.

Once the door is closed and locked, Mikey turns around to face you and he lets out a fascinated “wow”, eyes darting over the newest version of his old uniform.

“You like it?” Your voice is shy, and you feel small under his gaze as he takes a step closer to you. His hand reaches to grab the hem of your shirt and you see how his thumb grazes over the fabric. His eyes travel all the way up to your face before letting out a hum.

“Ask me again if I like it,” Manjiro’s voice is barely above a whisper, you feel his other hand grab your jaw.

“Do you like it?” You can’t finish the sentence properly before he’s yanking you towards him by your shirt, the hand that was holding the hem of your shirt resting on the small of your back. His nose brushes against yours, and his eyes dart over your face in search for any sign of hesitance or wanting him to pull away.

Instead, you’re a blushing mess. But there’s a proud grin on your face, and you’re biting your bottom lip in hopes of controlling it—Mikey thinks you look too pretty up close.

“I love it, a lot.” He brushes his lips against yours, pulls back when he feels you trying to kiss him properly and when you whine, he lets out a small chuckle.

“What? You wanna kiss me?” You don’t give him a verbal response, but you catch him off guard and capture his lips in a deep kiss. You can tell he is taken aback, but the hand that was resting on your back rests on your face and you almost feel yourself melting from him holding your face with both hands. The kiss is passionate and deep, and you feel yourself being backed up against the wall. You gasp when you feel him pin you there, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. His hands move down from your face to grip your hips, and when he pulls away, you’re a panting mess.

He rests his forehead against yours, taking in how your face is flushed and your eyes have a thin layer of lust coating them. He hums, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek before biting the skin there.

“I need to hear it.” And somehow, you don’t even have to ask him to know what he means.

“I’m yours, I wanna be yours.” He bites at your jaw, then asks you to say it again.

“Yours-“

“Fuck yeah, mine.” He gently nips at your neck, and you can’t think properly to tell him not to leave any love bites there. Again, you are reminded by how strong he is when he lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist, walking towards the couch. He lays you down there, and when you see him get down on his knees, you start panicking.

“Manjiro, you don’t have to-“ he grabs your hand and places it on his crotch, and your lips part in shock when you feel the bulge in his pants. Already? Just from making out? Your face was burning enough.

“Feel that? Yeah, I have to.” You let him take off your shoes for you, and let out a surprised squeal when he rids you of your shorts and panties in one go. You hear him groan at the sight, shamelessly spreading your legs wider for him before pressing a kiss to the back of your thigh.

“Can smell you from here, sweet thing.” His voice is raspy, and you only nod in response while licking your lips. Your hands grab at the hem of your shirt and you’re ready to pull it over your head before Mikey stops you.

“Keep it. Wanna fuck you in it.” You feel dizzy at his words. You’ve always known that Mikey was confident but this was a whole new person, not that you were complaining.

Manjiro presses a few loving kisses on your inner thighs before getting to your pussy where he stares at it for a few moments. You don’t have to feel self-conscious, he doesn’t let you as he presses his nose against the patch of pubes sitting right above where you wanted him the most. He parts your pussy lips with his fingers, and swipes his tongue over your folds, smiling when you give that adorable gasp over the initial contact. His thumb pulls the hood of your clit, before pressing his tongue against it. And when he sees the way you squirm and try to move away, he knows he’s doing a good job. His tongue assaults your clit over and over again—kissing, sucking and humming against the sensitive bud as his middle and ring finger push past your folds. You are far too gone to react properly to the intrusion, sitting up with a flushed face and uncontrollable moans leaving your lips.

Your stomach twitches and relaxes a couple of times, and Mikey can tell you are trying not to cum fast. So he curls his fingers up, grazing that one spot that has you covering your mouth and throwing your head back. He keeps finger fucking you at the same angle and pace, grinning to himself when your breathing stutters and you cum around his fingers, gushing so sweetly with the prettiest moans leaving your lips.

Mikey is back on his feet almost immediately, the fucked out look on your face making him groan to himself as he pulls his pants down enough to free his cock from its confines. It’s pretty, has a slight curve to it and the tip is flushed red. Your mouth waters at the sight, hands squeezing your boobs while staring up at him, begging him to put it in your mouth.

“Not today, baby,” he reaches for a random drawer next to him and pulls out a condom. You don’t have to question him before he’s wrapping it around his cock. “Today is all about you.”

It was pretty ironic considering the pathetic moan he lots out the moment he pushes himself inside you. Your pussy welcomes him with so much ease, and you wrap your legs around him to pull him impossibly closer to you. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss when he starts to move his hips against yours.

“Oh fuck baby, you feel good.” Manjiro says against your lips and you can only moan in response, the angle at which he is fucking you knocking the wind out of your chest. You are already feeling dizzy enough from the sheer force of his thrusts, but when you pull your legs up on his shoulders, Mikey gives you a look that could only mean trouble.

You gasp in surprise when he lifts up your hips, pushing your upper body deeper into the couch and he starts fucking you hard. His hips are driving into yours so harshly that you feel the couch move with every movement and the sounds—fuck, you just hope that the room is soundproof because the cries you are letting out along with Mikey’s occasional groans of “fuck yeah” “that’s it, take it.” Are straight up pornographic.

Your hands try to cling onto his shoulders, but settle on his muscular arms. You feel the muscle flex under your fingers, and you feel a little embarrassed that feeling his strength was what tipped you over the edge. You cum around him with a loud yelp, body stuttering and shuddering against his. You try to cling onto him for support, throwing your head back when you feel him press his thumb against your clit. You whine in overstimulation.

“I can’t—fuck, I can’t!”

“Oh yes you can, come on baby, make me proud.” Your eyes roll to the back of his head at the overwhelming sensation of his cock bullying its way inside along with his thumb over your clit. You think it’s humanly impossible to cum again in such a short amount of time, but you do it. Mikey pulls it out of you and this time, he collapses on top of you as you both reach your orgasms at the same time.

You think it’s magical, your fingers resting at the back of his head to brush the few hairs there. You feel him pant against your skin and hum, pressing a few kisses there.

“Need to clean you up,” you giggle at how sleepy he sounds but nod anyway.

“Yes, you do.”

“Can I just do it with my mouth?” You gasp in terror, trying to push his heavy body off of you.

“No! I’m too sensitive.” You feel him pout against your skin, but he gets off of you and traces his hands over your lower body.

“I like you like this, you’re so pretty.” Mikey reaches his hand up and pinches one of your nipples, making you gasp and smack his hand.

“Manjiro, keep your hands to yourself.” You see his eye twitch at your comment, and suddenly he flips you on all fours and smacks your ass harshly.

“Face down, I need to taste you again.”

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Can I please request the love at first sight trope and seven minutes in heaven for Mikey :) (just an idea but maybe he sees her forms a crush and stuff then he invite her to a party hosted by toman) also I absolutely love your writing I've been binge reading!

— manjiro [mikey] sano // love at first sight // seven minutes in heaven

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you are so nervous right now. 

“hey, don’t worry about it! everyone’s going to love you!” 

“right…” you replied, still feeling nervous as you and mikey stood outside the door. 

you had been confused when mikey first talked to you on one of the rare days he came to school, and you were even more confused when he had invited you to hang out after school. you had only ever spoken to him in passing, so when he invited you to go eat out with him, you were sure that he was trying to play you. 

at first, you didn’t fall for his wily tricks, even when he ended up falling asleep on your shoulder when he was taking the train home with you, (yeah, you definitely didn’t think it was cute…nope…). you had been suspicious of him, wondering if perhaps he’d been dared to try and get you to fall for him, (unfortunately, it wouldn’t be the first time that happened). 

however, when he confessed to you, things changed. 

you hadn’t seen it coming at all, but he casually admitted to having feelings for you while the two of you were walking to get food one day, saying that he immediately had thought you were one of the most beautiful girls he’s ever seen. 

“i’m flattered mikey, but you can stop it now…”

“huh?” 

“you’re probably doing this on a dare, right?” you sighed, furrowing your brows. “you can stop pretending to like me now.” 

“(y/n)-chan, you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen in my life.” mikey responded, his face dead serious. 

“w-what?! stop! how could that even be true?!” 

“it is true. you can choose to not believe me, but i’ll keep telling you until you accept it.”

since that day, you’d been unsure of how to feel about him. you really wanted to believe him and accept that he liked you, but at the same time, you were too scared that he might be trying to prank you. he really did keep his promise of telling you every single day though, which was slowly starting to convince you. 

and so, here you were. 

he had been bugging you to come to a party with all his friends, saying that he wants everyone to meet the girl that stole his heart, (it was a cheesy line, but it made you feel all fuzzy inside). when you finally accepted the invitation, you knew you wouldn’t be able to back out of this when you saw the excited smile on his face. 

“you ready?” mikey asked, bringing you back to the present. he was looking at you with a soft smile, calming your nerves a bit. 

“yeah.” with a nod, mikey opened the door, leading the two of you inside to where everyone was. as soon as everyone caught sight of the two of you, they were immediately staring, making you fidget with a lock of your hair as you stood next to mikey. were you supposed to say something?

also, why were they all sitting in a circle. 

“mikey, good timing! we were gonna play seven minutes in heaven!” a boy with pink hair piped up, (why was he smiling so much?). 

“hah…? everyone here is dudes…” mikey stated, obviously confused. “i thought we were gonna play monopoly!” 

“well, you’re right, so you and your lady friend can go first!!” a boy with long black hair suggested, suddenly standing up and walking towards the two of you. “you don’t mind, right?” he asked you. 

“uh, i suppose not…” you responded, feeling a bit confused as to what was going on. when you looked at mikey, you could tell that he had something he wanted to say to everyone, but didn’t, instead just staring at them with a deadpan face. 

“well, since there’s no complaints, let’s get this started!” someone yelled out, making everyone cheer. without a moment to spare, the boy with black grabbed both of your arms with a gentle yet firm grip, dragging you and mikey towards a nearby closet.  

“oi, just whaddya think you’re-!” 

“shaddup, mikey, you’ll thank us later!”

before you could even think to question what you had just agreed to, the two of you were pushed into the closet, a click! sound coming from the doorknob, leaving you and mikey in darkness. 

“uh…what just happened?” you hesitantly asked. you could hear mikey sighing, beginning to knock on the door. it was to no avail though; they had turned the music back on, blocking out his voice to the outside world. 

“buncha idiots…” he muttered. “it’s okay, they’re just playing a prank, so let’s play along!” he said. through the darkness, you could see him sitting down, gesturing for you to sit down as well.

when you sat down next to him, you weren’t sure what to say. you had been really nervous to come inside and meet everyone, but now you were nervous because you were in this enclosed and dark space, very close to mikey, (you weren’t nervous he was going to do anything, you were just nervous that…actually, you’re going to be too flustered if you think about that). 

“by the way, (y/n)-chan, you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever laid eyes on.” 

“h-huh? why’re you saying that now?” 

“well, i haven’t said it today, right?” mikey asked, seeming to be thinking for a moment. “i don’t think so…” your heart was starting to beat faster; of course, he’d been saying that to you since he’d confessed, but being in such close proximity to him in this situation was making you feel more and more convinced of his feelings. 

“...mikey, you…” you started, your eyes dropping to stare at your fingers in your lap. “you’re the best person i’ve ever met. i really like you.” you finally let out, shutting your eyes in anticipation. 

maybe i shouldn’t have said that…

“woah, seriously…?” you heard him say. you slowly opened your eyes, glancing over at mikey beside you. 

he was looking at you with the most childish and excited expression; you could almost see the sparkles in his eyes as his lips were curled into the most boyish and cute smile you’ve ever seen. 

“are you serious right now? you’re not joking?!” he asked, his voice shaking with nervousness and excitement. 

“no, i wouldn’t joke about that…” you murmured, smiling shyly at him. 

he suddenly moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around your frame tightly as you pulled you close to himself, his face buried in your neck. 

“ahh, i’m so happy right now…” he said, his voice low and soft, (you were trying to not focus on the fact that you could feel his breaths against your skin). 

hesitantly, you wrapped your arms around him as well, relishing in the way that he held you a bit tighter, as if he was never going to let you go. it felt like there was nothing that could affect you while in his arms; all you knew was mikey. 

“thank you for trusting me, (y/n)-chan.”

[dr4kenlvr]

𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

feat. mikey sano, draken, baji keisuke, chifuyu matsuno, hanma shuji, ran haitani x gn!reader

—where the boys like to kiss you, and where you like to kiss them.

nana’s note: my posts are always like a fucking month in between one another … im so sorry </3 please enjoy kissing your favourite boys

MIKEY likes to kiss you on your nose. he finds it absolutely adorable the way your face scrunches up at the contact—it’s a very familiar feeling now, considering how much he does it, but you can’t help and squeeze your eyes with a small pout. mikey pulls away to admire the faint blush on your cheeks everytime. at times, he’ll rub his nose against yours instead and giggle at the large grin that appears on your face every single time. “you’re too cute for your own good, y/n.”

YOU like to kiss mikey on his shoulder blades. although he’ll never outright admit it, mikey has a lot of tension swirling around in his mind, and that tension translates into a physical strain on his body. you often find him uncomfortably adjusting his shoulders, rolling them back to relieve himself of some tightness. so, one night you offered him a massage and kissed the skin along the way. mikey swore he felt as light as a feather, if the way his body melted against yours was any given sign. now, you give him a kiss there even as a simple greeting.

DRAKEN likes to kiss you on the crown of your head. it’s simple, quick, genuine, and advantageous with his towering height. when he walks towards you, you’re already tilting your head down just the slightest bit in anticipation of the kiss. it makes him grin, how well you’ve grown to know him and his habits. draken’s lips will always linger for a moment or two longer against your hair, his eyes closing as the world disappears—even if just briefly, when he’s connected to you like this, you’re the only person he can see and feel. “missed you baby. c’mon, everyone’s waitin’ on us.”

YOU like to kiss draken on his cheek. the true reason is because it gets him flustered—how adorable would it be for a big, ‘dangerous’ man like ken to get all red-faced and lose his track of thought over a simple kiss? you find it amusing, and downright adorable. every time he feels your soft lips graze over his skin, before leaving a warmth spreading across his face, draken can’t help but pause his words and stare at you with feigned annoyance. that rosy blush on his cheeks tells you otherwise!

BAJI likes to kiss you on the lips. loves the feeling of your mouth on his, and dies for the way you smile against him. but, he’s also a sly bastard who will find any excuse to put his lips on yours. you’re hungry? here’s a kiss on your lips before he goes to fetch you a snack. you’re sleepy? so is he, he’ll give you a goodnight kiss on the lips. or maybe you’re sick? then baji will call his kiss “medicine”, before you hit him in fear of him getting sick, too. he just thinks you’re someone deserving of a true kiss every single time, he doesn’t care if others are looking or if you claim that “my lips are chapped, kei!”—“and? c’mere, imma kiss you either way.”

YOU like to kiss baji on his injuries. you hate to see your baby hurt, and if he claims that your kisses help him tenfold than bandages and tylenol do? (yeah he’s a tad bit dramatic) then so be it. after you patch him up, he’ll be expecting a little peck against the wrapped skin like it’s second nature. he stares at you with big brown eyes, a small smile on his face as you lean down to kiss his boo-boos goodbye. 

CHIFUYU likes to kiss you on your knuckles. he’s smirking to himself because he’s romantic like that. you guys could be anywhere: walking around the mall, hanging out on his bed, making dinner, and chifuyu will reach for your hand, pull it up to his lips and peck a kiss to a couple knuckles. he does his all while looking into your eyes, and you swear your boyfriend is too caught up in that shoujo fantasy of his. nevertheless, it makes you completely smitten. he’ll rub your hand with his fingers as he continues to hold your palm against his. he likes to flaunt you; but in a subtle, gentle-manly way, you know? why would he not want the whole world to know he’s got a hot partner? “i bet everyone’s jealous of me, i’ve got someone like you on my arm.”

YOU like to kiss chifuyu on his lips. i think chifuyu has really soft lips, thanks to the infinite amount of chapsticks he uses throughout the month. every time you pull away from his lips, you taste a different flavour. sometimes it’s cherry, maybe strawberry, or perhaps french vanilla. it’s a surprise every time, and what better way to find out then to smooch your adorable boyfriend straight on the lips? bonus points for the way he melts into your touch, too.

HANMA likes to kiss you under your jaw. he finds it hot, and you’re hot, so it works out. it happens a lot when the two of you are on his bed, lazily sprawled atop one another. the two of you are not particularly sleeping, but the exhaustion from a busy day has rendered you both slumped on his mattress. he draws mindless shapes on your hips, and you twiddle with the strands of hair on his nape. his lips suddenly are drawn towards the contour of your jaw, and before you know it, hanma’s pressing numerous kisses along the bone. you sigh into his touch, body melting into his as you grip onto his hair a little more tightly. he grins underneath you, “i’ll never get tired of doing this to ya’, babe.”

YOU like to kiss hanma on his tattoos. i bet you all saw this one coming from a mile away, but it’s true! hanma notices how often you hold his hand in yours, and trace the lines like it’s the first time you’ve ever seen them. you become mesmerized with the curves and edges of the kanji, and the contrast of the midnight ink against his pale skin. randomly, you’ll bring his hand to your lips and place a gentle skin right on top of his ‘sin’, making hanma chuckle breathily. if only you could hear the pounding of his heart behind his loose tee.

RAN likes to kiss you on your temple. with slender fingers, he’ll pull back the strands of hair that cover your skin, before planting a sweet kiss directly on your temple. he simply takes in the way you lean into his body, wrapping his long arms around you to secure you in place—just for a moment longer. he breathes in your scent, and laughs when you urge him to let you go. he sneaks another kiss to your other temple as he passes behind you, trailing his hands across the expanse of your back with a wink. “love, you know better than to try and get away from me.”

YOU like to kiss ran on his nape. this often happens after you finish twisting his long locks into two braids. you’ll be seated behind him, a concentrated look on your face as you intricately alternate the strands of hair to form a braid. tying off the loose ends, you lean back to admire your hard work—ran always grins and tells you just how pretty you made him look. but before he can stand, you place a chaste kiss to his nape. he stills, and ran won’t lie—so he turns around to tell you just how weak you made him feel.

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[in-jail-out-soon7]

Merry Christmas!

In which you celebrate Christmas morning with the Sano household.

Manjiro Sano x GN!Reader

Warnings: Cursing & tooth rotting fluff

Being shaken awake, violently- Wasn't really what you had in mind for Christmas morning. Hissing as your blanket was ripped off of you and the cold air of Mikey's room attacked your bare legs.

The worse part about your boyfriend's room being in a literal garage/shed is that whatever temperature it was outside it was the exact same temperature inside.

Finally gaining some consciousness, you stared up at Mikey who was kneeling on the mattress over you. "Wake up, (Y/N)," He groaned, discarding the blanket he had just stripped from you to the floor.

"Mikey." Stretching your limbs and popping your joints, you stared annoyingly up at Mikey. "What time is it?"

"Why does it matter?"

You groaned and turned over on your other side to face the wall. The mattress raised and the old bed frame squeaked as Mikey jumped out of bed.

Mikey had spent nearly the entirety of Christmas Eve trying to convince your family to let you stay the night and spend Christmas morning with Him, Emma and his grandpa. A box of your mother's favorite perfume set, that he definitely made either Draken or Emma buy- not that he'd admit it- was what made her cave.

However if you knew it would be like this you would've chucked the gift right out the damn window.

You were definitely feeling the effects of staying out until two in the morning riding on the back of Mikey's bike through the city. He had also dragged along Draken and Mitsuya, their's and your complaints about the cold fell on deaf ears. You all knew of the tradition Mikey had formed with his older brother, Shinichiro, and Baji of riding through the winter snow on Christmas Eve.

So despite all the complaints, nobody had left his side until he was ready to return home with you.

A yelp left your lips when ice cold hands gripped the back of your thighs, yanking you to the edge of the bed. Mikey flipped you onto your back, your legs falling over the edge of the bed and your feet landed on the hard floor with a thump.

Left in a weird position with your upper body on the bed and the lower hanging off, your hips tensed then popped. You swung at him with an open hand. "Fuck, Mikey, go back to sleep!"

Mikey slapped your hand away easily and pouted. Without a word he placed a leg on either side of yours and flopped down on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"You're The Grinch," he whispered playfully.

"Whatever."

Mikey kissed your collarbone and giggled, vibrating the skin. He stood, but before he could pester you more a voice called from outside the shed.

"Manjiro! Emma wants you and (Y/N) inside for breakfast!" The voice was low and scratchy. Mikey's grandpa.

Mikey called back, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Okay, Grandpa!" Now you had to go with him.

You and Mikey slipped on shoes and jackets over your pjs for the two second walk to the house. The snow crunched under your feet as you made you way to the front door. Mikey opened it, after being out all night and sleeping with no heater both of you sighed contently at the warmth before removing your shoes and jackets.

Following the scent of breakfast through the living room to the kitchen, having to grip Mikey's sleeve so he didn't run head first into the pile of presents under the tree.

As you both took seats around the table the clock on the wall caught your eye.

6:34 A.M.

You don't think you've ever seen Mikey up this early before, and if you have he never went to sleep to fucking begin with. You silently glared at Mikey who was too distracted with the food Emma was currently stacking onto plates.

"Merry Christmas, you two," She said happily turning to face the table. Over a white sweater and black leggings she had on a red apron with a small christmas tree printed in the upper middle. She placed plates of waffles and eggs in front of everyone.

Mikey immediately reached across the table for the can of whipped cream, you pulled your own plate towards you. "Thanks for cooking Emma." You smiled at her as she took her own seat. Their grandfather, Mr. Sano, nodded in agreement, sipping on a cup of coffee.

Scooping some egg into your mouth, Mikey picked at the edges of his waffles. A mess of whipped cream on his plate. "Emma," he whined. "You made the edges of my waffles too crispy."

Emma huffed, pouring juice into her glass. "Than make it yourself next time, and where's that old towel? Not that I'm complaining, you really need to throw that garbage away." She drizzled syrup on her waffles. Mr. Sano chuckled from down the table.

"(Y/N) threw it on the floor."

"I did not!"

Mikey shrugged and stuffed more waffle into his mouth, he ignored the eggs.

Emma turned to you and poured juice into your own glass. You thanked her, took a sip and sighed. "Next time you see it throw it out for me, (Y/N)."

"I will."

Mikey gasped dramatically through a mouthful of food. "No you won't!"

Everyone laughed at Mikey's pout. The four of you continued to chat idly throughout breakfast.

When everyone finished Emma cleared away the dishes, dismissing any help you offered with clean up. Mikey dragged you into the living room, Mr. Sano following close behind after refilling his cup of coffee.

Mr. Sano turned on some random reality TV show and sat in his recliner while Mikey pulled you onto the floor next to him in front of the christmas tree.

"Now, hold on," Mr. Sano said stopping Mikey from ripping open the first present he found with his name on it. "Wait for Emma, Boy."

Mikey sat the present in is lap and groaned. "Emma hurry up!" The sound of Emma rinsing the dishes was the only response he got. Mr. Sano chuckled.

Mikey hung his head, his messy hair covering his eyes. You laughed softly and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.

Looking down at the gift in his lap, you pointed at the tag. "I got this one for you." Your finger traced over your name written in fancy cursive- that Emma had insisted on writing for you so all the gifts matched.

Mikey tapped on the middle joint of your finger that traced the letters. He reached under the tree, knocking some presents aside until found what he was looking for.

He hands you a small gift with a poor wrapping job. "And I got this for you." You smiled and squeezed the gift softly trying to figure out at least the shape underneath the wrinkled paper.

"Emma didn't get onto you for this?" You giggle.

He shrugged. "I think I did great." You shook your head and sighed. Mikey poked at the present in your hand. "She said if I got to wrap it she got to hide it behind everything."

You laughed at that.

Emma walked into the living room holding a tray of three hot mugs of hot chocolate. "'Kay, I'm here!" Mikey exclaimed a 'finally!' then reached for the mug with the most whipped cream. You took one as well and thanked Emma.

When everyone had their first gift in hand, including Mr. Sano, Mikey was the first to rip the wrapping paper off his. You followed alongside him while Emma and Mr. Sano chatted behind you two on tne couch, opening their own gifts.

"Oh," Mikey said quietly. You looked at him. He gazed down at the now unwrapped gift in his hand: A toy airplane still in it's box.

Your heart dropped at his reaction. "You use to have one right? You told me it broke." Mikey nodded. "Shinichiro gave it to you." He nodded again.

"Yeah."

"Yeah." You repeated. "Sorry."

Mikey shook his head and sighed. Before you could respond about the change of mood an icy hand found it's place on the back of your neck, and warm lips on your own. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like forever before he pulled away. His lips were still sticky from breakfast earlier.

"It's the best." He said finally.

"What?"

"The gift. It's the best."

"Oh, good!" You sighed in relief. Turning back to your own gift, you discarded of the last few pieces of paper. You were finally left with a small box. You opened it to find a purple charm. Identical to the one Mikey has been carrying around since Baji's death.

"Open it," Mikey says softly from besides you.

Turning the charm over in your hand, you pull open the slit at the top and pull out a folded piece a paper. You began unfolding it.

It was a picture of twelve year old Mikey and you riding the old moped he use to have before he got a real motorcycle. The photo must've been taken by either Baji or Kazutora because they were the only two not in the background, but you chose not the voice the observation. Draken, Mitsuya, and Pah were blurry figures in the back, but you could still recognize who was who.

You traced over the faces of yourselves, clearly enjoying the experience despite both of you struggling to both fit on the moped. A smile stretched across your face. It had been the day you had tagged along with them to the beach. When Toman was only six members big.

"I didn't even know this photo was taken," you laugh.

Mikey reached into his shirt and pulled out his own charm that contained a photo of all the founding members or Toman. The same charm Baji carried around before his death two months ago. "I found it in here."

Taking a deep breath you refolded the picture and slipped it back into the charm. You turned to you boyfriend.

"Thanks, Mikey."

Before he could respond a flash caught you guy's attention. You both turned around to Emma giggling and Mr. Sano holding a camera.

"Grandpa- stop-" Mikey's exclaim was cut off by the doorbell.

Confused, Emma stood and disappeared into the foyer for a few moments while Mikey continued to pout at his grandpa.

"Throw it away, Grandpa."

"Nah," Mr. Sano said waving around the photo that had just finished processing.

Emma returned a smile reaching up to her eyes. A voice boomed behind her.

"Are we late!?" Draken, Mitsuya, Chifuyu and Takemitchy walked into the living room. All of them holding gifts.

Brushing his messy hair aside Mikey jumped onto his feet and made his way over to the group to greet them.

While everyone else was distracted in conversation you approached Mr. Sano.

"Came to try and throw it away too?" He asks holding the photo teasingly.

You shook you head and laughed. "No." You held up your charm.

"There's somewhere I want to put it."

[fueledbysano]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐋𝐀 with Mikey

Mikey's life in Manila with you ♡

♱ a/n: this is for all the Manila Mikey lovers and Filipino girlies ♡ (belated) Happy birthday to our man ❤️‍🔥

🦇 @hiraethsdesires @sukunassuka @anahryal @half-baked-biscuit @fuyuluvr @iluvizana @saenora

Mikey sat in his tiny apartment in the heart of Manila, looking at the photograph of his late brother on the wall. He had dreamed of this moment for years, ever since his brother told him of the bustling streets, the delicious food, and the warm, tropical islands of the Philippines, his favorite destination. It had taken time, but Mikey was finally here, living in the place of his brother's dreams. And then, the doorbell rang. It was [ Y / N ], the love of his life. “You look beautiful,” he said to [ Y / N ], smiling as he held open the door for her. “Thank you, Mikey,” she smiled. “You look wonderful yourself.” she blushes, eyeing down Mikey’s simple black pants and camisole outfit; layered with a plain white button-up shirt that exposed his toned shoulders.

They usually plan to have a date around Manila, a city that Mikey had only ever imagined. During jeepney rides with Mikey, he would let [ Y / N ] rest her head on his shoulder and hold her hand the entire ride. And on occasions when the wind blows harshly through her hair, he reaches around her shoulder to hold it for her.

Getting street foods and strolling around the park is a regular occurrence in the relationship. Given that everything that Mikey loves is in it; cheap and delicious food to satisfy his sweet tooth, the town, and you! Mikey’s favorite has to be the pink, frozen dessert, Ice scramble and Turon. And on times when he misses the dorayaki and taiyaki back home, he would just take [ Y / N ] to Mitsukoshi Mall, a big Japan-themed mall in the southern part of the Metro.

But Mikey and [ Y / N ]’s favorite place in the city is Intramuros. While it was now mostly a tourist attraction, there was still a sense of history and beauty in the air. They walked through the ancient walls and narrow streets, passing by old churches and museums, each one with a story to tell. Carriages run by horses still strolled the roads of the historic city, making Mikey ang [ Y / N ] excited to be on a date around Intramuros every time.

The two of them climbed into the classic, horse-drawn Kalesa and settled into their soft, leather seats. The driver smiled and called out a greeting in Tagalog, and the couple greeted back. The Kalesa began to move through the quaint streets of Intramuros, and Mikey and [ Y / N ] watched as the city came to life around them in a unique, old-fashioned way.

Mikey never had a deep interest for the fine arts, but when [ Y / N ] asks to visit the National Museum, he couldn’t pass it up. As they walked through the museum, their hands entwined, they felt the weight of history pressing down on them. It was almost as if they were walking through the pages of a history book, each exhibit a new chapter in the story of this incredible country.

After spending some time exploring the museum, they made their way to Fort Santiago, a historic fortification in the heart of Manila. As they walked through the ancient halls, their footsteps echoing with the weight of history, they knew that they were standing on sacred ground.

As they wound their way through the city, they passed by ancient doorways and carved archways, the scent of incense wafting in the air from the nearby churches, and they made a stop on perhaps the most famous one. As they entered the church, the air grew thicker still with the weight of history. The stained glass windows cast colorful rainbows across the floor, and the faint sounds of prayer and song echoed through the ancient halls.

Mikey and [ Y / N ] found a pew near the back and sat down, hands entwined as they looked around. They marveled at the intricate carvings and the ornate altar, feeling like they were in a different world entirely.

As they sat in the dim light of the cathedral, their hands tightly intertwined as they admired the beautiful architecture and the historic artifacts. Mikey couldn't help but feel a deep sense of love and adoration for her, and he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. As they sat there, Mikey leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “I want to marry you here.”

[ Y / N ] stood still, stunned by his sudden confession. But she had always known that Mikey was special, and truly meant what he said. “Mikey,” she whispered back, feeling tears well up in her eyes. “I would love nothing more.”

Mikey and [ Y / N ] return to the Kalesa, watching as the ancient city of Manila passed by. They had had a beautiful day, exploring the National Museum, Fort Santiago, and the San Agustin Church, and now they were ready for one last adventure.

The driver of the Kalesa pulled up to the shores of Manila Bay, and Mikey and [ Y / N ] climbed out, eager to take in the sights and sounds of the ocean. They walked along the coast, watching the waves rock parked yachts and crash against the shore.

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow across the water, and the lights of the city glittered on the horizon. They made their way to the edge of the water, where they found a quiet spot to sit and enjoy the view. They watched as the sun began to sink below the horizon, turning the sky into an endless canvas of red and orange, and the waves crashed against the shore in a steady rhythm.

As they sat there, taking in the beauty of the moment, Mikey leaned in close to [ Y / N ] and whispered, "I want to spend every sunset like this with you. You make me feel like the luckiest man in the world."

[ Y / N ]'s eyes widened in surprise, and she turned to look at Mikey, her heart aching with love and joy. "I feel the same way," she said softly. "I never imagined that I could find love like this, in this place, with you."

As they sat there, hand in hand, surrounded by the beauty of Manila Bay and the magic of the sunset, they knew that they had found something truly special. A love that would last a lifetime, and a lifetime filled with memories of this quaint place that had brought them together.

[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

[manjiroismine]

To loosen up you partied in Roppongi you took one too many shots. you wobble accidentally bumping into someone. he has short white hair with a middle part undercut hairstyle and a Bonten tattoo on his nape with a He is noted to be thinner, deranged, and with heavy bags under his eyes.but you being drunk didn’t notice the tattoo instead you flirted with the man you bumped into “Hii~ hot stuff” you commented on his appearance. He tilted his head looking confused with a stoic expression.He pushed you aside tired of your antics.

But you still continued to pester him. “Cutie please one chance—-“ every time he ignored you before. “Please make it all go away” he paused, staring at you, his onyx eyes boring into yours making you shiver. He suddenly grabbed you by your wrist and you looked scared. “I—-“ you stuttered, unable to speak, he dragged you to a room. and slammed the door, throwing you on the soft plush of the bed. “You wanted this, didn't you?” He asked, tilting his head slightly to the left. fear in your veins but drunk as hell. you nodded your head, unable to think straight.His cold finger ghosted your neck you slightly trembled.No words needed to be spoken before he grasped your neck choking you.Sound’s heard of you struggling for air echoed through the room.

He glared at you “I’m fucking married you whore even if someone was drunk, I sure they would know I’m the boss of Bonten. know your place I could never fuck a slut like you” He spat voice laced with disband tears pricked your eyes you didn’t know. You really didn’t but it was too late you started crying.Letting out choked sobs a ghost of a smile on your assaulter face.Before you blacked out seeing nothing but darkness. You awoken with a banging headache and a sore body you tried to get up. but fear set in when you realized you were restrained. with chains adorning your wrists and ankles.Yea this wasn’t the best situation in an unfamiliar place. chained up with a banger headache.

Now that you notice this chair is uncomfortable as hell.Joking and acting like you are not in a terrible situation is your coping mechanism but with this damn headache you tried to remember what happened.And yea everything was fuzzy. Before you recalled, no wonder why your neck especially hurted.But Bonten you rarely heard of it but from bits and pieces from the news they were bad news. You bitterly laughed, yeah letting loose turned to this bullshit.Sounds of expensive ass shoes clacked towards wherever you are. You could just tell whoever it is rich rich anyway.You pondered on what to do in this situation before the door swung open.

A man with rosy pink hair styled like a mullet, and pretty blue eyes along with diamond shaped scars, on the corner of his mouth a crazed smile is evident on his face.He is wearing a striped suit that’s pink and a black tie.He has a Kanata strapped to his hip.After analyzing him.You begun to take in your surroundings more seriously..“Y’know your such a pretty little bitch it’s a sad your gonna die HAHAHAH” He manically laughed you glared. Who cares whether you got a fucking terrible headache. And your chained up your not taking disrespect. “I’m not a bitch!” you stated

He finished laughing and glared at you. Grabbing something he whipped out a gun. “Fix the way your speaking to me darling I am allowed to torture you” Yeah that would’ve shut me the fuck up. I’m sorry anyway back to y’all,you weren’t trying to find out wether he was bluffing or nah so your stayed quiet. “Oh—-it seems the little mouse knows it place” He said in a sang-song voice. Before getting closer to you bursting your personal bubble, and caressing your cheek. “If you weren’t a dumb whore I would let you suck my dick” He commented with a smirk. You wanted nothing more then to backhand him. but you stayed silent.

“But our fun have been cut short~” Then you heard heels hitting the floor. The door opened and a beautiful woman entered,along with the man who choked the living daylights of you out. “Oh—! my this is terrible Mikey don’t treat her like this she didn’t know” She pleaded now that you look at her ass more. she has waist length black hair and a hime cut,she also have well plucked eyebrows and long eyelashes. along with cinereal colored eyes,and she’s wearing a black dress that has rose lace flare,at the the end of it she also have on a red corset,with black lace and have on black high heels, and cherry tinted lips she’s certainly a looker but talking knocked you out of your trance.

“No she deserves it pick her punishment she had the guts to try to even think she had a chance with me” He said it in such a apathetic voice.And with a expression filled with nothing but hate.That you knew he was dead serious. ” U-uh um just…work her?” She was clearly distressed honestly you felt bad for her. He pulled her close. “Take her to the prostitution ring get her ready” never mind you hate her ass. “Yes my lord!” the pink haired man said before unchaining you,and roughly holding your arms.Forcing you to walk forward and finally

You arrived in the stripper ring and was thrown inside forcefully.”rude much” you muttered before getting up and dusting off imaginary dirt. You looked around and covered your nose it smelled like stink okay.Nasty as hell in here you walked around.”I want her” some old dusty crusty musty looking ass old man. said pointing at you. And yeah me personally I couldn’t take that disrespect. “Me?” you questioned pointing at yourself. He walked towards you “yea” he confirmed a purple haired dude clapped his hands. “She costs 1 million” he stated “a grand for a used slut like her?” The men asked

“Yes we don’t sell our livestock cheap” The purple haired male said making you snap.”For one I don’t even know who the hell any of y’all is and your not selling me for two let me the fuck go for three I’m leaving” after you spoke it was silent in the entire ring “HAHA-! I like her” said the purple haired male. Before he grabbed a gun and shot the dude who offered to buy you. “You shouldn’t have acted so unruly” He commented,You looked confused as hell.”Y/n L/n right? the woman who tried to fuck boss” weird way to meet someone “Yeah” you approved he lifted up your chin kissing you.”Mh!” You squirmed

Edging y’all cuz it’s gonna be a part two

[easygoing8888]

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"Y/n wake up!!" your bright and shiny husband tried to wake you up really early this morning so you buried your face in your pillow "come oooon just look!" rolling over you see Mikey holding up your chunky baby boy in his white onesie with duckies on it, "hon I think we've met, what about him" you say setting up,

"nooo! look!" sitting your wide eyed baby boy on the bed in front of you and you still don't get it until you spot the little pink bow clip on the top of his head in his strawberry blonde hair and you start laughing, "what did you do" you said through giggles, "cool huh" Mikey said looking proud of his work,

picking up your chunky boy, smiling as he looks up at you, moving your eyes up to your young husband and taking his wrist in one hand and pulling him into the bed while your baby falls asleep on your shoulder in your other arm,

pulling mikey in and placing your son down gently, you pull mikey down so he's laying down next to the baby before you lay down yourself "you did a great job honey" you said looking at the bow "really?" he asked with puppy eyes "the truth is that your the best father and husband ever" you whisper and you both exchanged smiles "remember when we used to take naps together all the time?" you said caressing his hair "mhm" he said eyes closing drifting off to sleep,

when you two were teenagers he found naps easier than you did but you would let him lay on you and cuddle with him until he woke up even if you weren't tired because he was so cute,

when you were sure mikey was asleep you carefully took the clip from your baby's swoopy blonde hair, already quite long but i guess that's to be expected from mikey's kid,

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Nov/5/22

[giasparadise]

Mikey x Reader “I’ll always protect you”

Fluff December day 3

fluff December masterlist

warnings: Fluff, violence, stalking, cursing

You where walking home from school at around 8:30 at night. I know. Not the most ideal situation for a 15 year old girl to be walking home alone, late at night, without any weapons throughout a bad neighborhood. Your parents usually take you home however your mom was at a meeting and your mama was undergoing surgery. Nothing big just a small breast biopsy.

Either way it left you walking home alone in your sweaty clothes from basketball practice. It was getting freezing outside and your once overheated body soon turned into one a kin to chilled jello. But that wasn’t the real issue. the real issue was that you felt as if somebody was watching you.at first it seemed like your mind was just playing tricks on you, as if the person you thought you had seen behind you was just a figment of your imagination. But after taking four right turns and ending up in the exact same spot with the guy still on your trail, you knew you where being followed.

At this point you where horrified and started hyperventilating, trying to think off possible weapons to defend yourself with. Don’t get me wrong you where by no means a weak or unhealthy person, however your mussel story is kinda more,” to much flab, not enough abb “ (the Lego Batman movie)

You made a mental list of things you could use if he tried to confront you. Your books? No you left them in your locker. Your scissors? No those are in the bottom of your bag, by the time you get them it will be too late. Your phone? That’s it! You can call someone. But who can you call? It’s night and your moms are busy…

A motorcycle roar snaps you back to reality. Of course that’s who I’ll call! You grabbed your phone from your pocket and dialed up the number.

“hey baby~“ the cheerful guy on the other line said.

“hey babes.” The girl said quietly into the flip phone, “how fast can you make it to *insert road name*”

“Hmm” the blonde thought for a second, “Around 5 minutes why? You miss me~” he continued making smooching noises at the phone.”

“I’m being followed and am starting to get scared. Please help.”

The line went silent before in a very serious voice he said,”I’m on my way.” Before hanging up.

That was four minutes ago. The poor girl was full on sprinting away from this guy and was getting terrified. Tears dripping down her beautiful s/c skin onto her shirt. And just when she thought, ‘this is it. I’m going to die or worse.” She heard it. The sound of Mikey’s Cb250T. And it was getting louder by the second.

She had gotten so caught up in her relief to notice that the guy had caught up to her. It wasn’t until the stalker pulled her back by her hair that she noticed. But by the it was too late. Mikey was right in-front of them. And he was pissed.

“What the hell do you think your doing asshole?” The stranger said in a slightly scared tone.

“Get your filthy hands off her now.” The blonde said staring at the guy like he was something he found in Peke J’s litter box.

“None of your busine-“ he didn’t get to finish before Mikey knocked him out cold with his signature kick.

You couldn’t contain it anymore you leaped onto him barring your face into his chest and tightly clutching his Toman jacket in your hands. He was taken aback by the action, but quickly wrapped his arms around you cradling your head. You continued to bawl saying things like “thank you” and “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“Shhhh, it’s ok Babe. I’m here now it’s ok. I swear I will never let anything happen to you. I’ll always protect you no matter what. Now come on, I’ll drive you home.”

[tokyorevismylife]

Love Always Has A Second Chance- Part 2 of I’ll Never Be Her

 How on earth did my first story get so much love? Y’all on Tumblr are so nice. Ty for all the likes <3 Anyway, some people wanted a part 2 of I’ll Never Be Her, so because I didn’t any ideas in mind, I wrote one! I apologize if it’s not the best but I tried. There are no warnings except maybe a bit of cussing? I made this angst to fluff because my first story was really sad. I won’t delay you any longer so enjoy reading! Btw, 2.3k words.

You gazed at the beautiful horizon in the distance, illuminated by the faint glow of the now setting sun. You were currently at your special place, the place you went when you needed to recollect your thoughts. You were so overwhelmed by this new emotional overload what with Baji’s death and of course you finding out the hard way about Mikey’s feelings for another girl that wasn’t you, no matter how much you wanted it to be. You really tried heeding Draken’s advice, you really did! Despite it being rather painful, you hung out with Mikey and his new bubbly girlfriend fairly often so you wouldn’t arouse suspicion. But you can’t say that all the events in the past couple of days were horrible. In a way, you became closer to Draken, and you spent more time with other members of the gang. You started speaking with Chifuyu very often and became awfully close with him, due to the both of you having close bonds with Baji. You also started to get to know Takemichi and his girlfriend, Hina, both who really were sweet. You were glad that at least you had a fantastic support base who would always have your back. You couldn’t say that your life was entirely terrible. 

All of a sudden, an alarm blared out of nowhere interrupting your thoughts and you were positively frightened. You then realized that before you sat at your spot, you set an alarm so you could be on time for a Toman meeting that was to occur. You inwardly groaned. You normally didn’t mind Toman meetings but today’s was going to be different...

“Everyone, listen up!” A charismatic voice that belonged to none other than Mikey boomed at the 150 or so people who were ogling him. You grimaced, knowing what was coming next. A beautiful girl shyly made her way to the front of the shrine where Mikey was standing. “As you all know, (Girl’s Name), has recently become my girlfriend.” He wrapped an arm around her. I promised her the utmost protection from myself.” I love her very much.” Hearing these words started to make you feel bad all over again about your feelings for him. you wished the words coming out of his mouth were directed at you, instead. “However, because of gang life, I unfortunately can’t protect her as much as I would wish. So, therefore I am entrusting a very special person to protect her when I cannot. Someone who is just as gutsy and as strong as I am! So will (Y/N) please do the me favour of protecting her?” Although Mikey phrased it as a question, you knew that there was only one possible answer that you were allowed to give him. “I would be honoured.” You said looking at him, with the driest voice you could muster. “T-thank you, (Y/N)! I appreciate it!” (Girl’s Name) grinned. You nodded at her with what you thought was a very friendly grin to bottle up the emotions brewing inside of you. With a bit more discussion, the Toman meeting finally came to an end and everyone started to go their separate ways.

“Hey, (Y/N)! A voice called, and he was the last person you wanted to see right now. “What’s up, Mikey?” You greeted him warily. “Me and (Girl’s Name) are going to the new ramen place. They have this special spicy tonkotsu flavour that you’ll love! That is one of your favourites, right? You should come!” Mikey said enthusiastically. His girlfriend started fervently nodding behind him. “No thanks. had a heavy lunch. I really should get home too.” “Come on please? Am I not your friend?” Mikey pouted at you like a baby. “Mikey, man, I’m not in the mood.” You said rather coldly. The couple were rather taken aback by your tone. “What’s up with you? Are you alright? In fact, actually you’ve been really distant ever since (Girl’s Name) became my girlfriend.” Mikey was glancing at you suspiciously. You don’t know how it happened but before you could stop yourself you snapped. 

“God, Mikey! How the hell can you be so dim?” He stared at you in shock. You never lost your composure with him, unless he was relentlessly teasing you, but even then it wasn’t this bad. “Why don’t you put two braincells together, for God’s sake! Why do you think I’m so distant, huh!? Because I’m in love with you goddamn it!” You yelled at him, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. “ Could you not see it? But then again, we only want to see what we would like to, and my love wasn’t one of those things. I’ve loved you since the day I met you. I fell in love with how caring you are! Selfless! Kind! Gutsy! Cool! So I guess it’s no wonder that you didn’t fall for me. Because I’m not really any of those things!” (Girl’s Name) had a hand clapped over her mouth. She felt really bad for you. Mikey was still in a state of shock. You loved him? How did he not notice? He thought back to all the memories that he shared with you. It wasn’t that obvious...or was it? But also...what was this foreign feeling that was blooming through his chest? “Anyway...” you began to speak. I’m sorry I ruined the mood. If you don’t mind, I would really like to go home. Goodnight.” You turned and walked away sadly. The regular energetic spring in your step had faded completely. You left the couple at Musashi Shrine, staring at your retreating figure.

The next few days were painfully awkward for the two of you. Especially, since aside from Toman, you guys went to the same school and shared many classes. And friends. And with each passing day, you felt yourself getting sadder. Sure, you loved Mikey and that probably would never change, no matter how much your head told you to let go of your feelings. But at the same time, you realized you were missing Mikey as a friend. There was a lot less laughter without him in your life. So, after a rather bland school day, you stood at his locker waiting for him to come by. After a couple minutes, he came by, looking rather disheveled. He was probably kissing his girlfriend, no doubt. You walked up to him. “Mikey!” You began. “Oh, (Y/N)...um, hi.” He greeted you uncomfortably, averting your gaze. You sighed. ”Look Mikey, I know things are really awkward right now. But the thing is, I’ve missed having you as a friend. I know it will take a while to forget about what’s happened, but if you would like to, I would really want to be friends again, like the old days.” You finished your monologue and glanced at him hopefully. To your relief, his face morphed into a smile. “Boy, I was about to ask you the same thing. I would love that! Actually, let’s get some dorayaki right now! Emma stole mine so I need to restock my supply.” He said excitedly. “Yeah sure!” You mimicked his grin.

The both of you strolled the streets of Tokyo together, sharing funny stories and laughing together. It really was good to have him back, and you could tell he felt the same way. “ So, tell me Mikey. Why were you so disheveled on your way to your locker? Kissing your girlfriend?” You asked with a sly smile. “N-no! I had gym class! For your information, she left halfway through the day. Appointment or something. And I haven’t kissed her yet. I want it to be...special...” He trailed off, looking at something in the distance that clearly horrified him. You followed his gaze, only to find that (Girl’s Name) was kissing another boy passionately. Mikey slowly advanced towards her, you followed him, watching him apprehensively. You also felt a sudden surge of anger towards the girl. How could she dare to hurt someone as kind as Mikey? Mikey tapped (Girl’s Name) on the shoulder looking pissed. “So this was your appointment, huh?” (Girl’s Name) offhandedly untangled herself from the boy she was kissing and lazily gazed at Mikey. She grinned an evil grin. She was a completely different person. “Aww...did I break the little Mikey’s heart?” She cooed condescendingly. “Do you really believe I would like someone like you? Come on. With my looks, I can do so much better than you, sweetie. Isn’t it obvious that I was using you? You see, my boyfriend over here told me to charm you for information, cause, well you’re Toman’s top! His gang needed to figure out how to beat yours. But little did I know that you would become so enamored with me, that instead of feeding me info, you fed me stupid shit about how much you loved me! As if I needed to hear that from you!” Then, she flipped her hair and went back to kissing her boyfriend. Mikey was completely still. In denial. Disbelief. He cursed himself for being too trusting.

“Mikey? Are you okay? I’m really sorry.” You looked at him. You were sad for him. Finding out the hard way that someone didn’t love you like you did them. You were in the same boat now. He looked back at (Girl’s Name), and then back at you, confused. “I’m..alright. I just need some space to think things through.” Mikey said. “Don’t worry about me, okay?” And with that, he stalked off, hands rammed in his pockets, deep in thought. But, obviously, like the caring person you were, you were worried. Being rejected could really take a toll on your mental health. So, you went to look for him in the one place you knew where he’d be.

After a while, you made it to your special spot, and found Mikey there, leaning against the big tree, admiring the sunset. You were surprised to see a faint smile on his face. You went and sat next to him. “Hey Mikey. How are you feeling? I bet this must be hard for you.” He sighed. “On the contrary, I’m not really feeling sad at all. Because I just realized something important. I never really loved her.” He grinned at you. “Huh?” You stared at him, bewildered. “I’ll explain. So as you know, I’m not really involved with females in my life. So I don’t know the difference between love and friendship. I’ve been close friends with you for as far back as I can remember, and I have Emma, I guess. But she’s my sister, so that doesn’t really count. But then, that vile girl came along. And I guess I thought she was pretty. So, I guess because I was attracted to her in some ways, I assumed that I was in love with her. But then I spoke to Ken-chin and asked why he loved Emma. And the reasons he listed were much different than mine. I was in denial. I thought that maybe I was into different things. So, then after today’s events, I cam here and thought about mine and Ken-chin’s conversation, and I realized that I was in love with someone. I felt for someone the way Ken-chin feels for Emma. But that someone isn’t her. That someone is you.” Mikey looked at you. You were currently in a state of shock. 

“Me?” You asked him breathlessly. “But-but why? How?” You were utterly woebegone. “(Y/N). You make me happier than you could imagine. When I am with you, I feel whole. I lost a lot of things in life, but you fill up that emptiness inside of me. I didn’t realize that. Also, I think you’re beautiful. I’ve always felt that way, even if I didn’t know it myself. I love your smile. It gives me this weird feeling inside, but it’s not a bad one. It makes me feel warm. I’m extremely sorry for hurting you and making you cry. I love you, and I always have. I was just too foolish to realize my feelings. That day, when you said you loved me, I felt happy. I just didn’t know it was happiness. So (Y/N), will you be my girlfriend? I promise to give you all my love.” He was awaiting your answer with nervous eyes. So that’s why he felt amazingly relieved when your face broke into a wide smile. “Of course I would! You don’t know how much I was hoping for this moment. I love you!” “So now (Y/N). I would like to try something.” His hands cupped the sides of your face and he slowly moved closer to you. Both your hearts were thumping in excitement for what was coming next. Your lips touched and you felt sparks fly. It really is true that people say electricity surges through you when you kiss your true love. You both pulled away with identical giddy grins on both your faces. “I wanted my first kiss to special and I don’t think it gets any special than this.” Mikey said, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. You could only nod. You regained your sense, however and then turned to him. “Hey, Mikey! We should totally go to that ramen place you were suggesting! So we can commemorate today!” You said enthusiastically. He grinned but then quickly started to pout. “That’s no fair! I’m supposed to be the romantic one!” You got up and grabbed his hand, pulling him up from the ground.

“I think your confession was romantic enough. Let’s go before it gets too late!” You guys took off into the glorious sunset, running hand in hand. You guys were both the happiest you could be, or have ever been. You were extremely happy that you held on to your feelings. Because love always has a second chance.

[highpri3stess]

hey!

what au's do you like writing? if you don't mind could you do roommate headcanons for any fandom of your choice?

OOOOOHHH THANK YOU VERY MUCH ANON! My favourite AU's are actually college AU's because college/university is literally the craziest point of someone's (e.g me) life. Roommates AU is my second favourite. I enjoy it so much.

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Roomies: Multifandom Roommate Headcanons (afab! reader)

Multi fandom: Tokyo Revengers, Jujutsu Kaisen, Attack on Titan.

Characters: Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano, Haruchiyo Sanzu, Yuuji Itadori, Fushiguro Megumi, Sasha Blouse, Armin Arlet.

Warnings: fluff, suggestive, no pronouns for reader, afab!reader, charcters, all characters are aged up 18+ This might be fluff but I don't want minors interracting with my posts.

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Manjiro "Mikey" Sano:

He's the literal personification of chaotic.

Will invite friends unannouced and makes you hang out with him and his friends desipte your tight schedule.

He definitely eats the food you keep in the fridge and hotly denies it, even when you two are the only ones that live in the apartment

You intentionally hide the step ladder from him just so he can ask you for help to reach stuff. (He's smol 🥺)

Will ask you for a favour, won't wait for your answer and just says "You're the best (name)" and disappears to god knows where.

"Hey (name), can you please return Draken's keys to him. I accidentally took it." "But I have w-" "thanks (name), you're the best!" *door slam*

Your room is full of unnecessary plushies that he won for you at different carnivals. The moment he sees you looking at a plushie with longing, he's definitely winning it for you.

Will beat up anyone else that offends you deeply.

Mikey is messy. Doesn't know how to pick up after himself until you use the reward learnig system to teach him how to do so.

The reward in question being Dorayaki.

Over all an okay roommate, if you forget that he once beat up your coworker for looking at you wrong.

Akashi Haruchiyo Sanzu:

Is surprisingly neat. It's you that is the problem.

He kept to himself when y'all first moved in. Sometimes the house would be so quiet you don't remember you're living with someone.

Hence you thinking it was a good idea to run to the living room topless because you left the stove on for so long. (I'm guilty of this), only for you to reveal your naked chest to Haruchiyo who was coming out of the almost burning kitchen.

"Nice view" "CLOSE YOUR DAMN EYES!"

Doesn't shut up after that day and is really sarcastic with you.

"You didn't eat my chocolates, did you?" "Nooooo, the empty wrappers in the trash appeared from thin air." "..." "Of course I ate them, who else lives here?"

Is extremely clingy when sad or lonely. He will follow you around and even sleeps next to you. Likes pressing his head on your stomach since it's squishy.

Gives the weirdest gifts. He gifted you a co-worker's hair after the person made a rude comment about your new hairdo. He didn't understand why you were yelling at him for it.

Has a huge, obssessive crush on you. Also has pictures of you sleeping in different positions.

Talks your ears off when he's high and you just listen because you don't want him to remember you accidentally trashed his barbie girl bike.

Sanzu is sweet in his own way, loving to you (and Mikey). The rest of the world can fuck off.

Yuuji Itadori:

Has Jennifer Lawrence posters all over his room.

Is literally the sweetest person you'll ever meet. He cooks, he cleans and he prepares warm baths for you. You don't know how you won the jackpot of roommates.

He does stare at your ass though. A lot. It's not his fault you have a nice ass.

Will always ask to have friends over and makes you hang out with them. His friends are cool so no problem.

Is a dumbass though. Not that he can't think for himself, but you have to stop him from doing the dumbest shit.

"I heard that if you spray hairspray and light a match, it'll catch fire." "PUT MY HAIRSPRAY DOWN YOU IDIOT-"

Tries to get you to work out with him. Ends in a disaster. You're sweaty, aching and probably half conscious, Yuuji has to drag you back to the bed.

Movie nights are lit. You two relax after a stressful week with popcorn and root beer, watching the most outragous movie you've seen.

You two have kissed while being drunk once, but Yuuji was too far gone to remember. You on the other hand.

He broke your favourite cup once. Apologized in the midst of snot and tears so you couldn't stay mad at him.

Best roommate ever, but you constantly have to fight him not to put JLaw posters in your living room.

Fushiguro Megumi:

A clean freak. Will yell at you if you shift the rug 0.0001mm away from the original spot.

Cannot cook to save his life, but won't want to leave you alone so he just stands at the counter and watches you intently.

You're not necessarily a roommate from hell, but you drive him crazy. You're loud and you chew with your mouth open intentionally. You leave the doors open and you hate doing any other chore apart from cooking.

You're clingy too. No concept of personal space, you just throw yourself on him and then the next thing he knows, you're asleep on his lap. He's not complaining about that though.

Has to teach you how to do chores with the reward learning system, the reward being coffee jelly or letting you hug him.

You attempted doing the laundry once and put his dark blue jeans with his white shirts. He came home to you having a mental break down on the floor with his stained shirts in your hands. You're not allowed near the washing machine again.

He got into a fight with someone that called you a dumb bitch. You had to drag Megumi out of there before he kills somebody.

"You just got your pretty face banged up for something stupid!" "You should see the other guy." "MEGUMI!"

You're his friend now (unfortunately) of course he's going to defend you. Not like he's developed a crush on you or something haha liar

Very considerate roommate, when he is not complaining about you putting the peanut butter the wrong way.

Sasha Blouse:

You have Sasha??? As your roommate?? I pray for your wallet.

Steals your food 24/7, won't deny it when you catch her redhanded. You find her in the room, passed out with mouth stuffed with food from your fridge everytime. Luckily for you, you have a secret stash of food for yourself.

Is an honest roommate though. Will always tell you the truth even if it isn't necessary.

"That dress is ugly." "I know." "Then why did you buy it?" "Because I can. Get out of my room."

Most fun roommate ever. You two go to numerous places whenever you're free. Clubs, Kareokee, amusement parks etc etc.

You both are menaces to society, blasting Cupcakke on loud speaker and singing in the most atrocious voices ever known to man.

"I SAVE DICK BY GIVING IT CPR"

Has a cute face whenever she did something wrong and doesn't want you to be mad at her.

Her friends are... quite the bunch. But you fit in because you are as crazy as they are. Ymir is on to you though. She knows you like Sasha 💀

You two only clean up the moment you see a rat staring at y'all from the couch. That's how bad it has to get for you people to actually clean your house. Jesus.

10/10 best roommate ever. Just, clean your house before it ends up on a bad reality TV show.

Armin Arlet:

Sweet boy on the outside, yet so subtly sarcastic. You won't even know when he does it.

Has scary friends. Mikasa had threatened you that she would break your bones if you break his heart, which is odd because you aren't even dating him.

Can cook and clean. Well balanced living arrangement and you people actually have a system that works. Your house is always so neat: it scares me.

Has gaslit you one too many times into thinking you were the one that left the backdoor open, when in fact, Armin is the culprit.

"Armin, you left the door open!" "Are you sure it wasn't you?" "What do you mean by-" "Didn't you take the trash out last night? You were the last person to leave." "But I- hmm. I was the last person to go out though..."

You once walked in on him whilst he was showering to pee. After the initial shock, you just went ahead to pee and left the bathroom to his horror. Armin locks the bathroom door when he showers now.

Will always defend you. Is super protective and likes holding your hand when you are outside to avoid "stalkers" in reality he just likes your palms. Won't admit it though.

Is also considerate of your needs. Sometimes, he adds stuff you need to his personal grocery list and doesn't take your payment.

"Oh Armin, this is so sweet, you shouldn't have." "It's no problem." "Oh no no no, let me pay-" "just accept the gift already."

Armin is a tease, but doesn't like it when you do it back to him. Gets all shy and antsy when you bat your lashes at him. Hypocrite.

Overall, he's a good roommate, just don't let him wriggle his way out of that door issue.

[dr4kenlvr]

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝'𝐲𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠?

chifuyu matsuno, baji keisuke, mikey sano, mitsuya takashi x gn!reader - fluff (0.9k+)

request: hey nana!! may i request how chifuyu, baji, mikey, and mitsuya would react to you getting a nose piercing? a ring or stud, doesn't matter :) thank u sm!!

warnings: mild descriptions of needles, pain (??) and poorly researched piercing healing processes (don’t listen to me guys i googled it all)

CHIFUYU; nostril stud

“how d’ya like my piercing baby?” you chime out, grinning happily at your phone where chifuyu’s face is absolutely BAFFLED at the stud in your skin

you face timed him out of the blue, but of course he picked up (chifuyu would pick up a call from you even if he was in the middle of getting his ass kicked LMAO)

“BABY—! STOP, IT LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD.”

chifuyu bites down on his knuckles to stop the grin from exploding on his face — he can’t help it, you look too good !!!

he’s totally enamoured by the jewel, and by how something so small and simple could enhance your looks tenfold

“you think? it’s still a bit swollen—”

“—nuh uh, couldn’t even tell.”

is scared to touch it when you two meet in person; “is it still swollen?”

“no.”

“but what if i hurt you?”

“you won’t, it’s completely healed.”

his finger hovers over the stud, before booping it slightly—“GAH, oh. it’s healed.”

it’s his new way of greeting you now; wave, kiss, boop on the stud

flaunts you to his friends because he thinks you’re fucking cool for withstanding the pain of the procedure and recovery process

“my baby is stronger than all of you, combined.”

“chifuyu, please. that’s a stretch.”

lowkey thinks he’ll cry if he ever got a piercing LMAOOOO

BAJI; bridge

eyes wide, jaw dropped, palms sweaty, his long ass hair ALL FELL OUT

“BABE WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOK SO HOT???!!!!”

pounces on you when he sees the unfamiliar pieces of metal on the bridge of your nose

“OH MY GOD LET ME TAKE PICTURES, WAIT.”

god he is so excited, you’re just sitting there grinning your ass off as he scurries to find his phone and literally crawls back onto his bed to snap photos of you from all angles possible

it’s quite endearing really, he’s just acting extremely ballistic but whatever it’s keisuke LMAO

“i’m never gonna get over this, my baby has a fucking nose piercing before me.”

he definitely has a pinterest folder named “tats and piercings 4 me” and it’s filled with photos of possible tattoos and piercing placements he wants

(his mom won’t let him)

when he calms down though, baji feels like he’s falling in love all over again with you

places a gentle kiss on each bead, and smiles oh so widely when he remembers you’re really his

he totally wants to accompany you on when you get your next piercing

is so fascinated with the whole process but when it comes to the needle going through your skin he actually looks away

“god, you’d think i’d be better at that.” LMAOOO oh baji <3

MIKEY; septum

despite being the leader of one of tokyo’s most strongest gangs—our mikey over here came not fathom the pain of a piercing

tears up at the thought of it actually

“YOUR NOSE!!!! OH MY GOD, Y/N.”

don’t get him wrong, he is so in love with you for this

he thinks the ring completely elevates your natural looks

the sparkle in his eyes was so cute—he looked at you like you were the brightest star in the universe

immediately took a photo of you and him and set it as his lock screen too

takes it in his liberty to tell the others before you do, or before they get to notice it themselves

“KEN-CHINNNNNNNNNN!!!! Y/N GOT A SEPTUM!!!!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP MIKEY. hey y/n—oh shit, you look fucking badass!”

LMAOOO u and draken can’t stand mikey

mikey does this thing where he likes to flick the septum back and forth

it’s goddamn annoying but he’s so cute all

“heheh look it’s like a swing!” he says, as he plays around with the ring between your nostrils

“MIKEY THAT TICKLES PLEASE.”

i don’t think he’d be the person to want a piercing, maybe something really small like on his ears but other than that, piercings are a bit out of his league 

doesn’t stop him from following you like a puppy on your next piercing appointment

he wipes your tear ducts for you <3

MITSUYA; side ring

AHHHHH mitsuya thinks you look SOOOO good

is quite obsessed with your side ring, and is instantly struck with the idea to get a matching one with you

eh? eh? he’s got matching tats with draken, so the prospect of matching piercings with the love of his life?

YES PLEASE

you head over to the studio with him, and he so giddy it’s so cute seeing mitsuya like this

goes through the process like a fucking CHAMP - barely even noticed the needle going in and out of his nose until the piercer said he’s good to go

(i love writing mitsuya as a goat HAHAHAHA)

“takashi! it’s all done!” you cheer, “we have matching piercings now!”

he grins that cute ass grin of his, happy that he went through with the idea (not that it took a lot of convincing himself)

you guys make sure that you both watch over the healing processes of your rings

he texts to remind you to clean it with saline solution, and you make sure that he doesn’t fiddle around with the ring as to not irritate the skin

y'all just looking out for one another it’s really cute

his sisters are so curious on how there’s a piece of metal stuck in your guys’ nose LMAO so so cute

“mana! brother taka has a ring in his nose!”

“what?! ah! y/n has one, too!”

they’re also really careful to not touch it as it continues to heal—too scared to hurt you and their big brother <3

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[itsstrawberrymochi]

Tokyo Revengers daddies trying to do their curly haired daughter’s hair

A/n: Race of reader is NOT specified, daughter’s hair is like reader’s hair

for all curly hair types (3A - 4C)

Mikey

- A recipe for disaster

- Mikey can’t even do his own hair you really expect him to do someone else’s?? and to make matters worse it’s a completely different hair texture from his….

- You should have known better than to trust him to do it but you were running late for an appointment and couldn’t spare any more time to deal with d/n’s hair

- You could have done it in time if she had just gotten out of bed the first time you called her but she takes after Mikey with her sleeping habits risking it all just for a couple more minutes of sleep but anyways she needed to get her hair done and you needed to make it time for you appointment

- So you hesitantly asked Mikey if he could do it to which he replied with a loud and proud yes

- He genuinely believed he could do it, had all the confidence in the world how hard could it be? he thought, It’s just hair

- But all that confidence washed away when not one not two but three combs got tangled in her curls

- He didn’t bother trying to get them out it seemed to be impossible

- What he thought would’ve been a walk in the park became a terrible mess for Mikey

- D/n was running late for school and didn’t even have her uniform on yet because Mikey thought her hair would take only a couple minutes

- Poor d/n had tears running down her cheeks saying he’s brushing too hard and mommy is more gentle Mikey replies with a I’m sorry princess I’m trying

- He ended up giving up and didn’t take her to school he knows it’ll piss you off but he much rather you yelling at him once than have to do that again

Chifuyu

- Another dumbass he was confident and thought it was gonna be easy

- He saw you do it with ease all the time so he believed he could do it too

- Did the one thing you’re NOT supposed to do with curly hair….. went to town brushing it

- Had no product in it just brushed/combed it, does it to his hair all the time and it comes out nice thought it would be the same with her

- Was so confused has to why it wasn’t going down but instead getting puffier and puffier

- Got so puffy to the point where her entire forehead and eyes was covered by her hair

- She ended bawling her eyes out because she said he made her look like Bob Ross

Shinichiro

- He’s always trying to one up himself at being a good dad and husband always striding to make your life easier

- He sees how much time you spend on your daughter’s hair everyday and still have to do yours

- Thus him asking you to teach him because he wanted to eventually be able to take turns doing her hair, make it easier for you and give you more time for your hair

- you found the idea extremely sweet and agreed

- Absolutely struggled the first couple of times

- Always made c/n cry because of how ugly he made it

- But is getting better the more and more he practice with it

- It’s super cute watching them both get excited when the style he did actually came out good

Ran

- He surprisingly has this in the bag

- Ran is the type of person that 100% believes in self-care especially when it comes to hair, he often spends hours in the bathroom on a weekend doing a precise step by step hair routine that make his hair long and silky and makes him feel relaxed

- He wanted to do the same for you but your hair was obviously different but did that pose as a problem for him? No!

- One day he went to the hair store and with the help of Google and kind ladies who had the same hair as you he purchased all the oils, gels, shampoos and conditioners for you hair type

- He also watched YouTube tutorials on how to style and take care of you hair

- Whenever you allow him he’ll do your wash days/ hair routine for you

- So if he can deal with your hair he can deal with his daughter’s

- Thus making you not worry when he insists on doing it

- Howeverrrr he may know a lot about you and your daughter’s hair type but at the same time there’s things he doesn’t know

- One day when it was his turn to do her hair for school he decided not to put it all in one like you usually do and you urge him to do as well when he’s doing her hair for school

- Thinks she should embrace her curls, let them free show the world how defined and pretty they look

- As much as you would love to show off her curls there’s a reason why you don’t especially for school…..

- Nearly had a heart attach when she came home and the neat and defined curls was now frizzy and puffed out with all kind of random things like leaves and pencil crayons stuck in it

Rindou

- Complains about how long you take to do her hair claims you shouldn’t take that long it’s easy

- You got pissed off at him as you should and decided he’ll do it next time to see how “easy” it really was which he agreed to

- Did he eat his words

- Rindou works out all the time but boy did his arms hurt from less than 10 minutes of de-tangling

- Nearly lost his mind when he put her hair into a bun for what felt like the 100th time but still had hairs sticking out from all directions

- You would have let this madness continue but bro was using way too much hair gel would’ve ended up being a pain to you to wash it all out so you took over

- He felt bad about what he said before and got a voucher for you and d/n at your favorite hair dresser for a month

[wynndynights]

Hi! Um I was wondering if you could do a draken x shy male reader x Mikey (poly plz)

Reader wants cuddles but it to shy to ask his boyfriends

I understand if you don’t wanna do this, no pressure!

I absolutely can! This was such a cute ask, I got so excited about it when I got it!! I'm sorry it took so long for me to respond, and I really hope you enjoy it. Hopefully it meets your expectations well, and sorry if I misunderstood the prompt in any way.

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~~Poly Draken x M! Reader x Mikey~~

Summary: Draken and Mikey get some soft afternoon cuddles from their shy boyfriend

Warnings: Nothing but pure soft fluff ahead!!

AAAAAAAAAAA I love poly stuff it's so cute!!! Hehe anyway enjoy <3

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It was another quiet afternoon in your apartment. The evening sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a light orange glow on the room. Draken had just gotten home from the store, having gone out to get items to make the three of you dinner. Mikey, on the other hand, was sitting at the dining room table, cheek pressed against the wooden surface as he drooled, slumbering away peacefully. 

From your spot sitting on the sofa in the adjoined living room, you were able to watch the two of them with a small bashful smile. You had always been more on the quiet side, but despite your shy personality, you had been lucky enough to meet and grow close with the two boys who you now called your boyfriends. Now, on most evenings like this one, the three of you would find yourselves hanging out together in your apartment, relaxing and enjoying each other's company. 

You watched Draken move around your kitchen preparing dinner, careful not to make too much noise so as to not wake the shorter blonde haired boy. You always enjoyed watching him cook. Growing up with all the girls in the brothel, he had learned to do many of the more stereotypically "feminine" household jobs. Rather than finding it odd though, you thought it was quite endearing. He always looked so calm and focused on these chores, and it was a nice change from the usual stressed expressions caused by Mikey's shenanigans and struggles with the gang.

He looked up after sliding the food into the oven, his eyes meeting yours and a light smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You looked down at your lap shyly, a blush creeping onto your cheeks at the fact that he had caught you staring. He made his way over and sat down next to you, placing a hand on top of your head and ruffling your hair lightly.

"How are you doing?" he asked, tilting his head to be able to meet your eyes again. Yet another thing that you found endearing about him. Even when he had other things going on, he always made time to check up on his boyfriends.

"'M alright," you mumbled shyly, shifting slightly in your seat. You wanted to move closer to him, to snuggle into his side, but you had always been on the more nervous side when it came to instigating physical contact. 

As if reading your mind, Draken scooted closer to you on the couch, smiling softly. He put an arm over your shoulder and pulled you gently into his side, resting his head on top of yours and reaching to hold your hand.

"Glad to hear that, baby." Draken smiled patiently, used to your usually short responses at this point. He had never minded much. He knew that was just part of your personality, and he loved you nonetheless. "How long has Mikey been asleep?"

"Since a little after you left-" you replied quietly. As if awoken by the sound of his name, Mikey stirred in his seat, raising his head and looking around with groggy eyes. His gaze finally settled on the two of you, and he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, smiling lightly at the sight of the two of you cuddled up on the couch.

"Ken-chin, you're back," he hummed happily, slowly getting up from the table and making his way over. You blushed lightly again as he sat on your other side, wrapping his arms around you and snuggling his face into your shirt. "Sorry I fell asleep, (y/n)-chan," he hummed sleepily. 

"It's alright." You shook your head quickly to dismiss his apology and he smiled, snuggling into you further. 

"How long until dinner's done?" Mikey questioned, sniffing the air lightly as the smell of the food cooking started to drift in from the kitchen. 

"Not too much longer," Draken replied. Your lips turned down into a light pout knowing that your cuddles were going to be cut short, but as if reading your mind once again, he smiled lightly. "I promise we can go right back to snuggling after you've been well fed though, Mister. And until it's ready, I'm not going anywhere," he assured you.

You smiled shyly and nodded, allowing him to wrap his arms around both you and Mikey, pulling the two of you closer so that he could reach to place a light kiss to the top of each of your heads. 

"Love you both," you hummed quietly, snuggling further down in between the two other boys. 

"Love you too!" Mikey chirped up happily, pecking your cheek softly. 

"I love you too, (y/n)," Draken replied softly.

The three of you fell fairly quiet after that, enjoying the warm cuddles in silence. You knew that soon you would have to get up to continue going about your lives, but for now, all three of you treasured this small moment. In the midst of school and their running the gang, times like these were rare, but that only made you treasure them even more. No matter what might happen, you loved your boyfriends, and they loved you. And here, in this small, peaceful moment, that was all that mattered.

[fueledbysano]

what would mikey be like with an s/o who loves to flirt with him just to see him embarrassed

it's soft mikey time— gotta love this genre ♡ thanks for sending this ask <3

˗ˏˋ don't get me wrong, he's all for the flirting and teasing with you. he WILL match your flirting antics with the same energy and it will surprise you how good he is with sweet talking.

˗ˏˋ but it's different when you two are around your friends. he tries, really. but you can feel the subtle shift of his confidence into fluster when you flirt with him around his friends.

˗ˏˋ small gestures from you which he finds cute will immediately send him smiling, and this doesn't go unnoticed by his friends. his smile is contagious to them, amazed by how easily you can make Mikey so bright.

˗ˏˋ and he doesn't get mad about it either. he may put up a strong front, but deep inside, his heart is melting, ready to breach from his chest at any moment if you try to entice him further; causing him to become a flustered mess.

˗ˏˋ and he doesn't get mad over it. once you get home, his head finds it's way to your chest, expressing all the pent up romantic excitement you've caused him. in response, you chuckle at how adorable he clung onto you like a koala bear.

˗ˏˋ at the end of the day, Mikey will always be shocked at how he proceeds to fall in love with you like very first time despite how long you've been with him. you truly have a meaningful impact on him which he craves and loves greatly— something he can never imagine living without.

[hornyanimegirl]

He’s my Boyfriend after all

featuring . . . MIKEY (MANJIRO SANO)

includes . . .  mentions of death, blood, and angst

notes . . . my friend gave me this idea, just thinking about Baji’s death brings tears to my eyes. my eyes watered when i was writing this. i really do hope you enjoy

The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was void of clouds. Mocking you for your worried expression and rapid beating heart.

Mikey had left a few hours ago to a fight Toman would participate in. He gave you minimum details and left you with the words “we’ll get Baji back”.

You hated times like this, where Mikey thought it was best for you to stay behind instead of tagging along with them. You knew you were only a hindrance, since you weren’t a very good fighter, but you still wanted to be there. Anything was better than sitting here worrying about everyone else, not knowing what was going to happen.

You were scared, terrified even. That someone would bring you the news that Mikey was killed in battle, or that someone else had died, and you weren’t even there to see it. You wouldn't be there to hear their last words, and you wouldn’t be there to say goodbye.

Emma continuously tried to talk to you, to get you out of your anxious state and have some fun with her. You appreciated it you really did, but when those boys are out there fighting for their lives, you felt it was wrong to go on giggling and laughing while they were struggling.

As soon as Mikey left, you sat right next to the door, waiting for your boyfriend's arrival, hoping it was him and not someone else. Praying that your worries would all be for nothing, he would walk through that door with his famous smile and carefree attitude as he greeted you with bruises everywhere, just like every time.

You would patch him up as he recalled the fight and told you everyone was ok. Just like they always were. Because they were strong, and he would repeatedly tell you there was no need to worry, because he would always come back home to you.

But this time as the door opened, your boyfriend walked in. He wasn’t carrying his famous smile, and he wasn’t teasing you as soon as he walked through the door, and there weren’t just bruises on his body, he was covered in blood.

This time was different, you could feel it. You silently watched Mikey take his shoes off by the door and drop his Toman jacket carelessly on the floor.

When he finally looked up to greet you, his eyes were dull, and the smile he was wearing didn’t reach his eyes.

“I’m back love, I told you I would be okay”

He was okay, but what about everyone else. He always reassured you that everyone else was fine and the mission was a success. What's wrong now, what happened, who’s hurt?

Mikey could see the way your brows furrowed, and he could tell the wheels in your brain were working a mile a minute to think of all the possibilities that could have happened at the fight.

He knew he had to tell you, knew that you deserved to know. But right now, he just wanted to be in your warm embrace before he breaks into two right before your eyes.

You were snapped out of your head when Mikey pulled you into his chest. His grip was tight, as if you would disappear as soon as he let go. His face was buried into your neck, and although Mikey was always clingy, you knew something was wrong.

He hadn’t teased you about being so worried about everyone, and he hadn’t asked you to patch up his wounds. He didn’t gloat about how amazing he did in that fight and how “those idiots didn’t stand a chance”.

“Mikey, what happened you have to tell me" You voice was just above a whisper, your breath fanning his face, and his arms tightened around your waist at the way your voice cracked.

“We didn’t complete our mission” Mikey’s voice was smooth as he spoke, there was no hint of hesitation, and you hoped that was a sign that nothing else was wrong. You hoped that everyone was okay, and they would all be here tomorrow morning uninvited while you and Mikey are still cuddled up in bed.

But wasn’t it his mission to get Baji back? So, does that mean Baji won’t be here tomorrow?

When you heard what happened at the Toman meeting where Baji announced that he was leaving Toman, you had cried yourself to sleep that night, while Mikey did his best to comfort you.

Baji is your best friend, and no matter where he was, he always would be.

Back in middle school, Baji had suddenly stopped hanging out with you as much as before. He was always coming up with excuses for why you guys could never hang out. This had made you question your friendship with Baji, and it led to you screaming at him. Baji realized that his friendship was on the line and decided to introduce you to the new friends he made.

“Okay guys this is my best friend Y/n”

You were trying hard not to laugh that day. All his friends were leaning on their motorcycles, one didn’t even have a motorcycle, it was a moped.

You couldn’t hold it in, and you started cackling in their face.

“You joined a biker gang”

Baji’s ears had turned pink, but before he could respond Mikey did.

“Hey, we’re a really cool biker gang”

You giggled at his protective stance and put your hands on your hips.

“Really? Because you don’t even have a bike”

That was the day you met Mikey and everyone else on Toman became some of your greatest friends.

“Baji’s gone” You could feel the wet tears on your neck, and the way Mikey pulled you even closer to him.

You knew what he meant by gone. But, you didn’t want to admit that your best friend had left this world without you. You wanted to believe that he just didn’t come back to Toman, that he put up a great fight and they couldn’t bring him back.

You wanted to believe it but, the tears in your eyes betrayed you. Baji was dead. You would never get to see him again. You didn’t even get to say goodbye.

A few days before Baji left Toman, you guys went out to get ice cream together because it had been so long since you guys had hung out.

You guys were having a great time, talking and laughing about the most random things when Baji randomly got serious.

“Hey, take care of Mikey for me okay”

You were obviously confused and just answered honestly with a soft smile on your face.

“Of course, I will Baji, he’s my boyfriend after all”

And now you know why he said that. Because he wouldn’t be there to do it himself.

Your body racked with sobs, and all you could hear was Mikey apologizing repeatedly to you. Telling you how sorry he was that he couldn’t protect him, how sorry he was he couldn’t bring him back to you, how sorry he was that he was gone.

But as he said those apologies, you could see the tears in his eyes. He was hurting too, and I'm sure everyone was. One of their best friends had completed their short life.

You sobbed into Mikey’s chest, and it was another night of crying for you.

You didn’t know what to feel, you wish you were there to say goodbye, but you also knew that he intended to leave Toman, that he knew he wasn’t going to make it. You wanted to respect his decision, his decision of death.

You and Mikey were laying in his bed, he had already fallen asleep, and you were just watching him. His eyes were swollen from crying, and strands of hair covered his face.

You gently moved away the strands of hair and cupped his cheek.

“Of course, I'll take care of him, he’s my boyfriend after all”

The sad truth was, that was one of the last things Baji had said to you. The last thing he asked you to do, and you would try your hardest to fulfill it, because Baji is your best friend, and he always will be.