#sano mikey x reader

[setaretjd]

Mikey X Reader Three Stages of His Life

A One-Shot of Sano Manjiro from Three Stages of His Life:

Childhood Mikey, Vegetative State Mikey, and Toman Mikey.

The one-shot about his vegetative state contains spoilers from the manga. If you haven’t read the manga yet, feel free to skip that part and enjoy the other two without worry.

I’ll soon be posting one-shots from the next three stages too—Future Toman, Manila Mikey, and Bonten Mikey—so don’t lose me if you’re excited to keep reading!

The characters of Mikey and the others belong to Wakui-sensei from the anime Tokyo Revengers.

Other Oneshots:

Izana X You X Ran (Izana is ypur toxic bf)

Toxic Relationship with Members of the Bonten

Sukuna X Reader (Past Life)

Childhood Mikey

You had been training at Mikey’s grandfather’s judo dojo since you were a child.

Day after day, the two of you sparred together—pushing, falling, rising again.

And every now and then, you were one of the rare few who could manage to throw him to the mat.

That alone was enough to make his blood boil.

Being beaten—even occasionally—by a foreign girl who still butchered Japanese with a clumsy accent?

Unacceptable.

There were days when Baji, wide-eyed and half-joking, would pull you aside and beg for your "secret technique"—the one that could bring Mikey down.

And without fail, Mikey would snap.

Red-faced, he'd shove Baji away, yelling curses and storming off like a child denied his favorite toy.

But you didn’t mind.

In fact, there was something weirdly... satisfying about seeing him that worked up.

The day your parents failed to pick you up—too wrapped up in their business meetings and obligations—the one who stepped in was none other than Grandpa Sano.

Kind and gentle, he simply took your hand and brought you home with him.

Mikey didn’t say a word the entire time.

At dinner, he sat stiffly across from you, silent as ever, barely hiding the way he glared at your chopsticks—more specifically, how you still couldn’t use them right.

Shinichiro was warm, offering you more rice with a smile.

Emma, sweet as always, asked bluntly, “How could your parents just leave you like that?”

You had no answer.

Because deep down, you already knew: your parents cared more about their reputation, their status, their careers—than they ever had about you.

It was humiliating.

And the worst part? Sitting there in the Sano home, surrounded by a family that was everything yours wasn’t: close, warm, loving.

Later that night, you found yourself sitting in Mikey’s room—his old room, not Shinichiro’s.

Cross-legged on the floor, you glanced around at the shelves, the scattered manga, the half-finished model kits.

You: “It’s small, but cute... kinda like your house.”

He was sprawled on the bed, flipping lazily through a magazine.

Mikey: “Hm.”

Curious, you leaned forward and snatched the magazine right out of his hands.

You: “Oh my God, Manjiro—are you seriously reading this crap? That’s disgusting.”

His face turned bright red as he snatched it back.

Mikey: “Can you just shut up and sit there quietly until your forgetful family finally decides to show up?”

Your voice dropped, a whisper barely above the silence.

You: “They’re not coming...”

That made him pause.

Mikey: “What?”

You exhaled, long and slow, before laying down on the futon they had set up for you.

You: “They never planned to. They told me I was supposed to go to my grandmother’s, but... she doesn’t really want me either. She just tolerates me.”

You pulled the blanket over your head, trying to disappear beneath it.

A quiet puff left your lips, frustration leaking out in that one breath.

Then—footsteps.

The bed creaked as he got up, then the blanket slowly peeled back.

He sat beside you, looking unsure, awkward, maybe even a little guilty.

Mikey: “So... they’re—”

You (cutting him off): “Getting divorced.”

He looked away, muttering under his breath.

Mikey: “...Damn it.”

She pulled the blanket over her head again.

“I said you can sleep. I won’t bother you,��� Mikey muttered, turning away and heading back to his bed.

The room fell into silence, broken only by the soft rhythm of her breathing, almost too quiet to notice. Twenty minutes passed. Mikey lay in bed, eyes open, staring at the ceiling, but all he could hear was her.

“Hey... [Your Name],” he called out softly.

No answer.

“You really asleep?”

Still silence.

He sat up slowly, then got to his feet and padded across the floor. Crouching beside her, he placed his hands on either side of her face, caging her in without touching.

"God... you're so ugly," he whispered under his breath—almost like a defense mechanism against the tight, unfamiliar feeling twisting in his chest.

But it didn’t go away. In fact, it pulled him in closer.

He leaned down, hesitating just inches from her face. Her breaths brushed his skin, warm and steady. For a moment, he just stayed there, eyes searching a face that somehow looked softer in sleep.

“How do people even do this...?” he whispered.

Then, with the gentleness of someone doing it for the very first time, he tilted his head and pressed his lips to hers. It was awkward, clumsy—completely unskilled. But real. One hand found her cheek, brushing her skin lightly before he pulled away.

Without a word, he laid down beside her on the futon, heart pounding out of rhythm. His hands were damp with nervous sweat, but he didn’t move. Just pulled the blanket higher over her and stared at the ceiling in the dark.

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The next morning, Shinichiro opened the door to check on them and paused at the sight. [Your Name] was curled in Mikey’s arms like she belonged there.

He raised a brow and crossed his arms, smirking faintly. Huh. Maybe the kid’s doing better with girls than I ever did.

“Hey, Mikey. [Your Name]. Wake up!” he called, loud enough to rattle the windows. “Breakfast’s ready!”

At the table, conversation was sparse. Only Emma and [Your Name] exchanged words. Mikey sat in silence, stealing glances at her from under his lashes as he ate like nothing happened.

Later, when her mother finally came—furious about her not going to her grandmother’s—[Your Name] stood in front of the Sano family to say her goodbyes.

She hugged Emma tightly, bowed to Shinichiro and Grandpa Sano with practiced respect.

Mikey, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, stood to the side, puffing out his cheeks, looking away.

She smiled and raised her hand.

“Thanks for letting me crash in your room.”

He looked up, startled, then awkwardly scratched his head. Hesitantly, he reached out and took her hand for a second.

“No problem,” he mumbled. “It was... fine.”

Deep down, he was grateful—so damn relieved—that she didn’t seem to remember the kiss. But something had changed. He knew it. And from that moment on, he quietly decided he wouldn’t mind letting her win during training... a little more often.

That night was the beginning—the very first spark—of something neither of them had words for yet.

Vegetative State

(spoilers from the manga if you don't want to read skip to the next oneshot)

You sat down in front of Mikey just as Shinichiro spoke up, his voice light with nostalgia.

Shinichiro: “Manjiro, do you remember her? You two used to fight all the time when you were kids. She was the only one at Grandpa’s judo classes who could actually give you a hard time!”

Hope lit up in your eyes.

You looked at Mikey, silently wishing for even the smallest flicker of recognition.

But he didn’t flinch.

Didn’t blink.

Just stared at you with those cold, empty eyes—as if you were a stranger.

A statue carved in frost.

Still, you forced a smile and drew in a deep breath, refusing to let the silence swallow you.

You: “I’m sorry for showing up so late. You probably don’t even remember me... But when we were eight, we used to fight all the time. You never let me or Baji play with you, so I’d always end up running to Haruchiyo, sulking.”

Shinichiro chuckled warmly.

Shinichiro: “You’re doing great, A.T. Honestly, Manjiro and I have been waiting for you to come back for a long time.”

You nodded softly, your smile growing a little more real.

You: “Well... there was my parents’ divorce, and... other things. But I’m really glad to see you all again.”

Then Shinichiro turned to Mikey again, nudging him playfully.

Shinichiro: “You won’t believe it, Manjiro—I ran into her at a café! And there were tons of guys trying to get her number. I had to scare 'em all off myself. But you should’ve been there. You’re her friend, aren’t you?”

You laughed and, without thinking, gently placed your hand over Mikey’s.

His fingers were lean, his knuckles slightly bruised—just like they’d always been.

You: “Don’t worry. I can handle it. But I will get something out of you eventually, Mikey. We still need a rematch. I want to see just how much stronger I’ve gotten since then.”

Before he could reply—not that he looked like he would—Shinichiro’s phone rang.

He excused himself with a quick smile and stepped out to take the call.

The room fell quiet.

And in that quiet, you moved closer, laying your head softly on Mikey’s lap.

From below, your eyes searched his, trying to pull something—anything—out of that unreadable face.

You (softly): “Are you really going to keep pretending I’m not here, Sano?”

You took a deep breath, your voice trembling with intensity.

You: “I came all the way from America... just to find you. To find all of you. You have no idea how happy I was when I ran into your brother—it felt like I could fly from the joy.”

You shifted your head slightly on his lap and gently pressed a kiss to his hand. It was warm, rough with time, but still felt like home.

You: “I know I left at the worst possible time. But after you stopped coming to judo practice... that place became hell for me. And eventually, your grandfather told us not to come back either. My dad took me to America right after that.”

Lifting your head, you sat upright, staring at him with all the sincerity your heart could hold.

You: “Mikey... I mean, Manjiro—please try to come back to us. Your brother, Baji, Haruchiyo... we’re all still waiting for you.”

You reached out and gently placed your hand against his cheek, your touch soft and trembling.

You: “You probably don’t know this, but I had a crush on you when we were kids. Silly, right? We were just little... but I still like you. Even now.”

A small laugh slipped through your tears.

You: “So maybe it’s in your best interest to get better soon. Who knows? You might actually end up with a pretty decent girlfriend.”

But your voice cracked, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop the tears from falling. One after another, they slid down your cheeks.

You: “Maybe if I say all this, I can quiet some of this guilt... for coming back so late. So please... just say something. Anything, Manjiro.”

You lay your head down on his lap again and sobbed quietly, your body trembling with every breath.

It was pitiful, really.

Just like Haruchiyo had said—he wasn’t the same Mikey anymore.

And maybe... he couldn’t be.

But even in the silence, Mikey felt you.

Felt the warmth of your presence bleeding through the numbness.

Your words echoed inside his chest, and his heartbeat grew unsteady.

He wanted to hold you—desperately.

To pull you close, wrap you in his arms, and tell you that your feelings weren’t silly or childish.

That he still loved you.

That he’d been waiting for you all this time.

But this cursed state he was trapped in wouldn’t let him speak.

Wouldn’t let him tell you just how much you still meant to him.

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The next morning, on your way to school, a message lit up your phone.

> “his done.”

You stared at the screen in disbelief. Then, without thinking, you pressed the phone tightly against your chest—right over your heart—and burst into loud, uncontrollable sobs.

Everyone on the bus turned, startled and confused by your sudden breakdown.

You (screaming through tears): “I told you I loved you... How could you do this to me?!”

Your hands let go of the overhead rail as you dropped to your knees, your sobs wracking your whole body.

And this time, not even your own strength could stop the flood.

Thoman Mikey

Lunch at school wasn’t anything special—just noise, chatter, and trays clattering—but the moment you, Mikey, Draken, and Peh sat at the same table, everything felt unusually still.

It had been a month since you and Mikey started dating… well, were forced to start dating—thanks to Emma’s interference.

Honestly, if it weren’t for her, the two of you, with your ridiculous pride and awkward personalities, would’ve never made a move.

And it showed.

That first date? A painfully long walk with zero conversation. Not a single word. Just two people walking side by side like strangers lost in thought.

The second date? A movie night… with Emma and Draken tagging along. Halfway through, Mikey fell asleep on your shoulder.

Dates three and four? Barely any better. The two of you acted like robots, performing the motions of a couple without knowing how.

Since childhood, the only real bond you shared was judo… and Toman.

Years ago, Mikey had asked you to join as a special member—an honorary position beside him and Draken. Not because of feelings. But because he respected your strength. Your loyalty.

Feelings weren’t part of the equation.

Not until Emma noticed the way you looked at Mikey during his Toman speeches—the way your eyes lingered, hopeful and soft.

So she stepped in. Pushed things forward.

And somewhere in that push, the line between teammates and something more began to blur.

Only Emma knew what really started it all:

That night, when Mikey kissed you in his room—while you were fast asleep.

For lunch, you had brought your favorite dish, which caught Pehyan’s surprised attention.

Pehyan said, “Oh! What’s that supposed to be?”

You smiled, “It’s a dish from my country. I wanted to eat it today. Want some?”

He nodded, “Sure, why not—”

But the moment he caught Mikey’s scary glare fixed on him, he froze.

“Oh, uh… no thanks. I’m allergic to foods I’ve never tried before. I better go catch up with Pae Chin. Bye!”

And with that, he hurriedly walked away, leaving you puzzled.

You frowned, “Oh... that hurt my feelings.”

Mikey raised an eyebrow, “Why? You upset because he didn’t eat it?”

You shook your head, “No, it’s not that. I just felt like he insulted my taste.”

Mikey picked up the spoon next to your plate, took a bite of your food, and nodded approvingly.

“Tastes good.”

You beamed, “Aah, Manjiro, you’re the best!”

You ruffled his hair gently, making him smirk quietly as he chewed. But before long, he started coughing. Sitting up straight, he pushed your hand away.

“That’s enough. I want to finish the rest.”

You yelled, “Move aside! I’m the one who brought this—I’m the one who’s gonna eat it!”

Mikey caught your face with one hand and pushed your plate away.

“That’s not how a lady talks, (Your name)! Show some grace.”

You pulled your hand back, grumbling, “God, look who’s saying that—the guy who can’t even talk to other girls.”

He chuckled quietly and took another bite.

“Yeah, they’re disgusting anyway.”

Draken smirked but said nothing as he got up from the table, leaving you two alone.

Draken said over his shoulder, “Anyway, everyone flirts their own way. These crazy kids seem happy with theirs. Emma, let’s not meddle any more than this.”

From a distance, people would watch you and Mikey tugging at each other’s hair, letting out soft yelps of pain, but never really meaning harm.

Your relationship evolved so that Mikey would ride his motorcycle to take you to school. After classes, you two would head to the temple together for Toman meetings.

Before, some guys teased you for being the only girl in the gang, or tried to flirt with you. But ever since your first date with Mikey, no one dared to even look you in the eye when they spoke to you.

Mikey was truly a strict commander—and an insanely jealous boyfriend.

Many days, when you had fights against rival gangs, he’d call you names just to throw you off and keep you from showing up on time.

And when you finally stormed off angry at him, he’d ask Emma to come to you and smooth things over.

He always took you out for lunch on holidays, and whenever you started studying in front of him, his grumbling and shouting would distract you enough to lose focus.

You were lucky to have Sai Gi as a close friend—otherwise, you were sure Mikey would have done something so extreme that no other Sai would dare come near you.

He was exactly the worst kind of boyfriend—but also the funniest and most jealous one.

So, having a relationship with him wasn’t all bad or hateful. The two of you were made for fighting—and for loving each other.

I’ll soon be posting one-shots from the next three stages too—Future Toman, Manila Mikey, and Bonten Mikey—so don’t lose me if you’re excited to keep reading! 💞

[cfyslvr]

General bf headcanons

→ author's note: yes I'm fully aware that it's chifuyu's birthday in like 2 weeks and I should be writing for him but I randomly pulled a handful of mikey headcanons from my ass and I need to put them out somewhere. chifuyu's birthday fic coming soon as well!

→ summary: general headcanons with silly dark impulse man as ur boyfie 🤲🏻

→ warnings: so much fluff, possibly a bit ooc but I'm trying my best, a teensy bit of smut and angst at the end, mikey x f!reader

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- i feel like before you stared dating and in the very early stages of your relationship, he would try to act more mature around you in order to seem "cool", but once he gets comfortable around you, he'll turn into his usual self.

- it would take him awhile to let you see his vulnerable side, but once u do there's no going back.

- I also feel like it would take him awhile to say "i love you", like I think he would just stick to constantly saying "i like you" instead until he's comfortable enough to say love.

- love language: physical touch. I won't let anyone tell me otherwise.

- he's also really into pda, would constantly be clinging to you. wether it's just holding your hand when walking, hugging you from behind when you're talking to someone or resting his head on your lap when you're sitting next to each other, he absolutely loves touching you.

- if you think the amount of clinginess in public is a lot, you're not prepared to hear just how clingy he is in private.

- absolutely adores holding you and being held by you.

- I feel like he would be a switch when it comes to big and little spoon.

- like he would love being able to hold you close to his chest and play with your hair while listening to your soft snores.

- but also adores being able to bury his face into your chest or shoulder and just let you treat him like your baby.

- regardless of how long you have been together, even after years, he would instantly melt when you initiate physical contact.

- he loves it when you rest your head on his shoulders when you're watching movies together, he feels very protective of you and wants to make you feel safe.

- idk about u but I would love to just sit on his lap while squishing those chubby cheeks of his 🤷🏻‍♀️

- he would legit stare at you like you're some type of goddess whenever you treat him with such gentleness and care.

- literally just sitting there and staring at u with eyes full of love and affection for you as u sit and caress his cheeks.

- also loves it when u play with his hair.

- he also loves kissing u sm.

- he's the clingiest in the morning.

- he would love kissing u the first thing he does when he wakes up.

- doesn't give af about bad breath, he just needs ur lips against his

- absolutely loves having sleepovers together.

- if you're someone who wakes up early, be prepared to wait atleast a few more hours for him to wake up and another longer amount of time for him to be ready to get out of bed.

- he loves ur body so much.

- personally I believe that he really doesn't give a flying f about your body type.

- would get jokingly mad at u if u ever speak badly of urself cuz how dare u insult his beautiful gf like that???

- oh, ur chubby? PERFECT.

- he would love to lift ur shirt up to reveal ur tummy and rest his cheek against it.

- also often gives u affectionate little kisses on it as well.

- he can't help it, you're just so cute to him.

- thicc thighs? i think you mean his personal pillows.

- he would love placing his head between ur thighs (in an innocent way) when he's playing games or watching something.

- he would share his food with you and you only.

- if you two buy a bag of taiyaki and there's only one left, he'll either split it and give you the bigger piece or just let you have the entire thing.

- yeah he loves you so much he would give up his precious taiyaki for you.

- he loves putting food into your mouth just to lean in and take a bite out of it so your lips touch.

- sometimes he would buy an entire bag of pocky sticks and make you do the pocky challenge with each and every stick.

- he adores kissing you and receiving kisses from you.

- he loves it when u kiss him with lipstick on and leave a mark on him.

- sometimes he'd make you put on lipstick and then kiss his entire face so he's covered in your marks.

- would take a kajillion pictures of himself covered in your kiss marks.

- I feel like he would steal your lipstick and put it on so he can return the favor and cover your face with his marks aswell.

- his favorite place to receive kisses (other than his lips) are his cheeks and forehead.

- i think he would be extremely weak to neck kisses, like every time he feels ur warm breath against his pulse point it just sends a small shiver down his spine.

- despite being a fearsome leader of toman and the "invincible mikey", I feel like he'd feel so proud of himself if you call him cute.

- he loves every single compliment you might give him, but the sound of your soothing voice telling him just how cute he is while he's stuffing his mouth full with dorayaki just makes the butterflies in his stomach go crazy.

- he hates school but would go just so he gets to spend time with you.

- no one would ever dare to bully you bc he's like your own personal bodyguard.

- you would also never have to worry about any other girls bc he don't gaf about anyone except for u.

- he would be SUPER protective of you. like he would never let anyone hurt you in any way.

- but if it somehow happened that you did get hurt, he would risk going to jail for murdering the person who dared to touch you.

- he often asks his closest friends (draken, mitsuya, baji, etc.) to take care of you whenever he isn't able to.

- like if you think someones following you at night and he can't come help you (for whatever reason), best believe keisuke will be right there to help you instead.

- his favorite dates are either napping together, staying home and just watching movies or cuddling and going on nighttime rides on his bike.

- he would often take you to more secluded areas so he has some alone time with you.

- when you two are completely alone on a beautiful starry night, that's when he gets more vulnerable with you.

- would tell you how much you mean to him and how your relationship is one of the best things that's ever happened to him.

- would talk a lot about your future together, imagining your life as a married couple and talking about your future children.

- he would ask questions like "do you think we're soulmates in every universe?"

- i feel like he would follow u around when you're doing your own hobbies just to be closer to you.

- example, if you're religious, he would go to church with you every sunday just to stay close with you.

- he gets jealous very easily and is super annoying about it.

- if he saw you talking to a guy he doesn't know for a little too long, he would come up from behind you, wrap his arms around your waist and glare at the guy menacingly until he left.

- would be super whiny about it after aswell.

- he would even get jealous if you're giving more attention to animals than him.

- "is that street cat really that much more important that your own boyfriend?"

- despite him preferring that everyone calls him mikey, he would instantly turn into putty if you call him manjiro.

- he just loves the way it rolls of your tongue.

- speaking of tongues 🫢

- remember when I said he loves kissing u?

- well make out sessions also aren't a rare occasion.

- infact, you two would make out a few times a week.

- he just loves the feeling of ur tongue against his.

- he would be completely into making out in public for everyone to see, but wouldn't do it in case you're not into it.

- he may be an idiot, but he respects your boundaries in every way.

- he would never do anything to force himself onto u.

- would be completely okay with both waiting and not waiting until marriage.

- he thinks that sex isn't amongst the most important things to keep a relationship strong and healthy.

- that doesn't mean he hasn't had dirty thoughts or wet dreams about you.

- I feel like he would feel super ashamed of it when he has his first wet dream about you.

- like it just feels so wrong thinking about his gorgeous girlfriend in such a lewd and lustful way.

- but once you reassure him that you're not uncomfortable with it, he starts growing more comfortable with it.

- after awhile, he would get so comfortable with it that he starts telling u in detail what he dreamed of doing to u.

- although tbh I feel like he wouldn't have wet dreams of you that often.

- he would have sweet dreams the most.

- but every once awhile he'll have horrible nightmares of losing you.

- it's either something horrible happening to you or you just leaving him when he needs you the most.

- that's when he'll need a lot of reassurance from you.

- he'll be even more clingy than usual after he wakes up from a dream where u got hurt.

- the thought of losing you scares him shitless

- i think I'll wrap it up here, but if I think of anything else I'll make sure to add it in the future, hope you enjoyed reading this !!

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[mikeypubes]

༊*·˚ mikey fluff headcanons ༊*·˚

[ Note: someone requested this but I can't freaking find it so if you're out there, I'm sorry 😓 ]

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clingy ASF. he's always on you in some way or another, like he'll casually drape himself over your shoulders, rest his head in your lap, or wrap his arms around your waist while whining about how tired he is.

not only that, but his energy comes from cuddles. your bed? nah, it's his and you're his plushie that he can snuggle 🤷‍♀️

he's gonna stuff his face into your head and smell your hair, he loves the smell of your shampoo.

he’ll always hold you close while you sleep, burying his face in your neck and taking in your scent with a deep inhale.

sometimes he does little things and seeks praise from you or a head pat. your acknowledgement about small things here and there matter a lot to him, for god knows what reason.

he's gonna get you really random lil gifts. cool-looking rock? yours. a keychain of your favorite character? snatched (but not unless you tell him that he's your most favorite). a small snack from the convenience store, too (he bought two, one for you and one for himself but he WILL steal yours anyway 🤗).

he loves it when you baby him. take care of him, indulge in his childish tendencies, give into his annoying wants, give him cheek kisses (most important thing ever).

although he's really cool and badass a lot of the time, he can feel vulnerable and open with you, so he's never shy about expressing his true self.

but boy is this boy jealous. he doesn’t get mad, but he does get pouty. if you spend too much time with someone else, expect him to flop onto you like a dead weight and grumble about how he should be your favorite person. the only way out of it is to show him a lot of attention and preferably to give him a kiss.

he's also gonna get pouty at the other dude in question, and tell him that you're HIS 🤨✋

i feel like he likes drawing on you (drawing ugly ass shit). you woke up once and greeted emma unknowing of the monstrosity on your face (it was a 💩)

he's not gonna remember your anniversaries but he's gonna remember that one time you looked at a necklace or dress that you thought was really cute and he'll bring it on your birthday.

so basically he notices really small things but always forgets the big stuff.

i feel like he talks in his sleep. definitely faked snoring once to annoy tf outta you.

texts you the most RANDOM stuff at ass o'clock.

you’ll get messages like “what if we got a pet duck” at 3 AM, and he expects a proper response, and if you don’t answer fast enough, he'll go “hello?? this is important??"

loves messing with your hair. if you have long hair, he’ll twirl it around his fingers absentmindedly while talking to you. if it’s short, he’ll ruffle it just to see your reaction.

you let him braid it once and it turned out HORRID.

he loves getting your attention, esp if it's on someone else.

he's so deeply in love with you but thanks to his personality, it seems like a child's puppy love

but he's always thinking of you, especially when he's emotionally stressed or lost. he's always gonna find himself seeking you out because you always make him feel better.

he doesn't think he can live without you.

but he'd LOSE his shit if you got hurt or anyone messed with you. the entirety of toman would fight for you tbh.

he really likes seeing you wear his clothes. it inflates his boyfriend ego.

yeah i think that's it i suck at writing fluff 😭

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[lucidl0ser]

Pls do bonten men with an crazy cat gf? Like, she NEEDS to stop to pet EVERY cat she sees. No matter what. She likes every cat TikTok she sees and so on. She even got a demon to a cat. BUT!! There’s a lil twist to it. She’s allergic to cats! Not a bad allergy, but some sneezing and if she gets bitten then then the rash hurt like hell and often scratch at it for a while. Also thank you in advance! Unworn is amazing!

Bonten men w/ a crazy cat gf!

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I did the most popular bonten men so I don't overwhelm myself with too much :) if you want a pt 2, just ask! Sorry I didn't have it done before Christmas

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Mikey

○ Okay but deep down I feel like Mikey would love your obsession with cats. It would make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, reminding him he's alive

○ Just the smallest smile would come to his face whenever you stop walking just to pet some random cat

○ He's sent at least 20 cat videos every day from you and he watches them all♡

○ But he always seems to scold you whenever you get bit, warning you not to do that as he applies some cream to the injury

○ I think deep down, it kinda reminds him of Baji, bringing back those good memories from when they were kids

Sanzu

○ He would find it absolutely adorable!

○ I feel like he carries around cat food and cans of tuna just to feed the strays you stop to pet

○ He's the type of guy to stop mid-torture and look at the adorable cat meme you're trying to show him

○ Tho he does not love your allergy. He doesn't scold you like Mikey, but he does roll his eyes every time you whine about how the rash is itchy

○ But no matter what, at the end of the day, he loves your obsession. It's one of your special quirks

Ran

○ He's the type to take in every stray you even lay your eyes on. At one point, your health got so bad tho he had to find them all homes and keep just one

○ Every time he sees something cat, whether it's a Keychain, a plushie, or even a sweater, he buys it for you. Half your decorations at home are cats!

○ With your allergy, he's very cautious tho. Before you pet every cat, he insists on petting it first to see if it's nice or mean. He wouldn't want you getting scratched and getting another rash

○ He even bought you a ticket to see the Cats musical, despite how much it sucked. But he had good intentions overall

Rindou

○ Unlike the rest, he definitely tries to keep you away from random strays

○ He looks away for one second and you're all sniffles with a runny nose, petting some stray tabby

○ He scolds you way more than Mikey whenever you get a rash, making sure you're fully clean of cat hair so you won't get worse

○ But deep down, if you want a cat, he'll get you a cat. A hairless one tho. He doesn't want you getting sick just to show your pet some love

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I hope you liked it! Let me know if you want a pt 2!♡

[k1ngarlo]

Long Awaited Mikey Dark Impulses Smut

TW: Mentions of abuse, unstable mental health, BPD, no consent openly given. Do NOT read if these topics make you uncomfortable. A/N: I had this idea in my head for so long. I'm so sorry.

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There he was. Standing at the foot of your bed. With a cold expression. His eyes seemed so distant it felt like he disconnected from reality after being kicked like a puppy from his own insecurities. Thus, distancing himself from everyone and everything.

With abandonment in his heart, he was at his own mercy and gave up on himself and his friends. You stared at his clothes and neck from the bed, avoiding his abyssal eyes. As Friedrich Nietzsche once said, "And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you." You finally looked up at him, his tired eyes looking at you, you were so full of love and would definitely live a better life without him. And honestly? He'd be better off without you holding him back aswell.

You were the next. He hated hurting you, he also hated you for loving him like that. He's strong, why would he need your love? The urge to burn his bridges with everyone he's ever cared about him consumed him. That was his personal goal for himself only. Manjiro finally walked over to you and crawled onto the bed, not bothering to take off his shoes. He needed you, but also needed to hurt you. He felt rage, and emptiness which could both be satisfied by spreading your legs.

Manjiro started off giving your neck a few light kisses before meeting your lips with his. You kiss back gently and hesitant, knowing he's a different person now. Manjiro kissed you again, and again with far more passion each time. It was like flicking a lighter a few times before it worked properly. Manjiro was using you to temporarily fill the boring void.

"Manjiro?" You pulled away annoyingly in concern for his mental well-being right when he started to enjoy this.

"Shut up…" He hotly whispered against your lips before kissing you again a few more times. You didn't like where this was going so you pull away again.

"Manjiro."

"Shut up..!" He punched the thickly wooden headboard right next to you, there was a crack and a dent in it. God you were being so annoying by stopping. Stopping meant getting in his way. His eyes practically paralyzed you. You couldn't tell if you were somehow hallucinating - but from the look in his eyes but you could see the negativity, black tentacles swirling around him. They snaked around your body, wrapping around your limbs so you wouldn't move.

You broke out of this vision when he continued to kiss you again, sending passionate lukewarm responses. You finally realize that his hands were wrapped around your arms. No wonder you couldn't move. It was a warning, one more strike and he could get aggressive and maybe even dangerous.

Manjiro didn't care that you weren't even pretending to enjoy this. He moved quick, ripping your clothes off before sliding down his pants and underwear. He spread your legs and had his gaze focused on your slimy, glossed, wet cunt. Manjiro darkly chuckled before inserting 2 fingers in a normal pace, bullying your hole. Were you really enjoying this? You could feel his rough knuckles and knew they were either bruised or bleeding from punching the headboard.

"Ahn..~" You moaned out, before biting your lower lip. Your walls gave him more room, as if they were welcome at home. His fingers left your hole, he knew you were ready to take him. You began to see his darkness swirl around him again, one of the dark tentacles wrapped around your thighs, while the other the tentacle slithered it's way roughly into your mouth. You blinked in surprise and gagged which caused you to snap out of that vision. He had his hand pressed on your inner thighs, Manjiro's fingers left your mouth.

You didn't want to look at him, those scary eyes, or the vision of his darkness. You close them seeing black. This darkness is who he is, and he made certain you felt it too. Misery loves company.

Manjiro pushed himself, your walls hugged him greedily as if there was some part of you begging for him to stay. He began to thrust in your hole before bringing your legs over his shoulders, burying himself deeper. You opened your eyes a few times, seeing either a serial-killer like grin or empty. Manjiro lets out huffs and grunts from massaging your tight hole.

"G-… hhh… [Name]~."

You never had sex like this before, your boyfriend had never pleased your hole like this before. You could feel him reaching your tummy from drilling into you like this. You knew was wrong on many levels but it felt too good. Your moral justice was WEAK compared to his cock.

Manjiro wasn't very vocal, with raggedy breaths be began to move faster in the place he was trained to hit. It didn't take long for your hips to buck up for more, and your legs to tremble. Manjiro let out a loud grunt and filled you up with his "darkness." He stayed inside your hole for a few moments, feeling your body pulsing from your shared orgasm.

You finally opened your eyes, pressing your knuckles on your closed eyes to wipe your tears before looking back up at him. For a moment, it almost seemed like the dark tentacles were wrapped around him instead, controlling all his moves like a puppets. You blinked, your vision was more clear, the tentacles wrapped around him were gone. Manjiro kissed your left ankle, sending you a warm tingley feeling. He gently removed your legs from his shoulders and set them down on the bed. You can feel his essence drooping out of your pulsing hole instantly. Manjiro got himself dressed and left you to go his new Toman meeting, leaving you in your mess and him in his.

[c1nna1nmyr0ll]

Teach You to Behave

Mikey Sano x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.0k

Warnings: sending of nudes, using a vibrator, orgasm denial, punishing, vaginal fingering, pet names, oral sex, and cunnilingus

a/n: another old fic to share haha

You shift in your seated position on the bed while waiting for Mikey to return home. You find yourself more anxious than usual because you did something you’ve never done before. You sent Mikey a lewd picture of yourself. He saw your message, but you didn’t get any response from him. It worried you somewhat. So, without even changing back into clothing, you stay on the bed with only a towel covering you.

After twenty more minutes of waiting, Mikey finally walks into the bedroom. He looks stressed.

“Welcome home, Mikey,” you greet. He stares you down with his cold unwavering expression as he stalks over to you. He stands tall as you stay seated.

“Seriously?” he asks. “Are you really going to act all innocent?”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize and turn away to look in your lap. He uses his hand to raise your chin to look at him.

“Sending me such a slutty picture while I’m working,” he starts. “You’re getting bold, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry, Mikey,” you apologize again.

“And you’re still practically naked,” he looks over your nearly exposed body. “I think I need to teach you how to behave.”

“Yes, Mikey,” you reply.

“Get on the bed,” Mikey commands. You do as he commands and lay yourself down. Mikey walks to the bedside table and pulls out your vibrator. He climbs on the bed next to you and removes your towel. “No matter how many times you beg, you’re not gonna cum, understand?” You nod. “This is your punishment for acting like a whore.”

He turns on the vibrator on the highest setting and places it on your clit. You yelp at the feeling as you throw your head back on the pillows. Mikey watches you and sees your thighs shake.

“M-Mikey, it–ah! Feels good,” you babble.

“I don’t care,” he responds coldly. The buzz rings in your ears, and you close your eyes as Mikey leans over and starts to kiss your neck. You moan and clutch the bedsheets under you. You grind down on the vibrator, and Mikey allows you to do so, and he still kisses and nips your neck. Your walls begin clamping down on nothing, and your legs shake even more. Your moans become higher pitched, and Mikey notices that you’re close. He removes his lips from you and the vibrator right before your orgasm. You whimper at the loss. Mikey laughs at your helpless expression.

“Mikey,” you try to appeal to him to allow you to have your orgasm.

“This is your punishment, and you’re not getting out of it,” Mikey reminds you. He watches as you control your breathing, trying to calm yourself even with a ruined orgasm.

Mikey then returns the vibrator to your cunt, and you try to move your hips away from it. You feel tears begin to prickle in your eyes. However, Mikey doesn’t allow you to escape the vibrator and keeps it on your clit. You wriggle under him as your clit spasms under the vibrator.

“Ah! Mikey!” you moan out. He keeps his eyes fixated on your face to discern your lovely expressions.

“I love the expressions you make,” he praises. You feel the familiar coil in your abdomen, and to get to your release, you stop moving your hips away. As you feel you’re about to cum, Mikey takes away the vibrator once again. You clench your thighs together, trying to get some friction back, but it’s not nearly enough to cum. Mikey chuckles at how desperate you are.

“You wanna cum, huh?” he asks, taunting you.

“Y-Yes,” you reply.

“That sucks,” he says. “I guess you should’ve thought about that before acting like such a whore.” He puts the vibrator down. You squirm as you wait anxiously. He brings his fingers to your cunt and thrusts two fingers into your entrance. You moan as he curls his fingers against your sensitive spot. He sets a pace that he knows you love. Your thighs clasp together and trap Mikey’s hand, keeping it in place.

Mikey’s hand stretches you out, and your walls begin to clamp down on his hand, and your wetness begins to squelch around him.

“Aw, you wanna cum, again,” Mikey says condescendingly. “Well, that’s just too bad for you, baby.” He rips away his hand, and you’re left with another ruined orgasm. You cry out from the loss and look at Mikey, silently begging him to let you cum.

“Please, Mikey, please let me cum,” you beg. “I’m sorry for what I did.” He still gives you his cold gaze but thinks for a minute. Should he let you cum? Should he provide you with what you want? You have been good. However, watching you squirm is undoubtedly entertaining.

“I’ll let you cum on my tongue, and that’s it,” Mikey says.

“Thank you, Mikey,” you couldn’t be happier. Then, Mikey positions himself between your thighs and begins nipping at them. You hum as you feel his tongue begin to trail up. His tongue then begins exploring your entrance, and you want to pull Mikey closer.

“You taste good,” Mikey raises his head slightly to say.

“Mm, Mikey,” you hum. His tongue thrusts in and out of you, and he brings his fingers to your swollen clit and begins rubbing. You moan and thread your finger’s through Mikey’s hair. Mikey’s black eyes watch you, and you throw your head back. You begin to feel your abdomen coil. You ride Mikey’s face as you chase your orgasm. He rubs your clit faster as your walls start to suck Mikey’s tongue in.

“Ah! ‘M cumming!” you shout. You feel your orgasm gush out finally. You shake as you come down from your high, and your chest heaves. Mikey laps up everything you give him.

Mikey raises his head and leans over, and kisses you. As he opens his mouth to you, he messages your thighs. You taste your orgasm on his tongue, making you moan into his mouth.

After a minute, Mikey breaks the kiss, and you slightly shy away from him.

“I’m sorry I upset you, Mikey,” you say.

“It’s okay, but you know that if you do this again, you’ll have the same thing happen,” Mikey tells you.

“I know,” you reply.

“But maybe I’ll be more charitable,” Mikey continues.

“Thanks, Mikey,” you say.

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[anime-fan-05]

Bouquet

Manga/anime: Tokyo Revengers

Warnings: nothing

(Y/N): your name

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[mornwrites]

content — manila mikey, bottom!mikey, orgasm w/clothes on, gender-neutral reader, top!reader, porn without plot???, established relationship, brief mention of abusive situation with kisaki + izana.

author’s note — this was extremely self-indulgent and i started off with something in mind, then forgot halfway through. manjiro is real touch-starved and craves affection more than water because he’s real fucked up. it’s sloppy, but i’m too tired to care. i hope you guys enjoy.

requests — open.

manila mikey, who is so touched-starved from the abuse and manipulation he has to face at the hand of izana and kisaki, that he clings to you whenever you’re together. his hands are roaming your body, sliding under your shirt to feel your torso just because he needs to have skin-to-skin contact. it starts off innocent, nothing than a desperation formed because of his life the last decade, but quickly becomes more.

thin, calloused hands are worming their way up your bare skin without any regard for the fabric you wore, thumbs eventually finding your nipples. rubbing them softly with the pads of his thumbs, he’s nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he’s settling into your lap once you’ve sat down on the bed. chapped lips are working their way across the flesh of your throat and it doesn’t take long for you to start making quiet sounds. he takes this as a sign to continue and does just that, hips beginning to slowly rock against yours.

it doesn’t take long for your own hands to find his skin and your hands are roaming with no real plan in mind, just enjoying the soft affections you both exchange. when mikey is pulling back for a second you use the opportunity to drag your own lips across his skin, tongue and teeth quick to join in. pretty hickeys bloom across his pale skin and he’s softly whimpering in your ear, his hands holding onto your sides tightly. nose brushing against his jawline, you’re trailing kisses along his jawline and then to his lips where they finally slot together.

mikey’s moving with more vigor now, clinging to whatever friction he can get as he parts his lips before you can prompt the action. your tongue is sliding against his and they tangle, spit exchanging as you let out your own soft sounds. slowly, you break the kiss and slide the black haired man off your lap, onto the mattress below. he lets out a soft whine of protest at the loss of friction and touch, but it’s dying in his throat halfway through as you climb atop him.

encouraging mikey to wrap his legs around your waist, you’re slowly dragging your body against his, giving him the friction he sought once again. your lips are finding his throat again before trailing downward, leaving marks on his pretty, defined collarbone. his whimpers that increase in volume fill the otherwise quiet bedroom, his pleasure building as he starts to lose himself beneath you. it’s nothing less than adorable to listen to and you don’t stop until you hear that soft cry indicating an orgasm was crashing onto the man. helping him ride out the pleasure, you still yourself, pressing a soft kiss to his lips followed by a praise.

clinging to you, manjiro never falters in his touch, fingertips pressed into your skin as he eventually murmurs a soft, “I love you.”

[metranart]

Dating Mikey be like… 💐

[asirensrage]

kinktober entry 6: Forced Pregnancy

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bonten!Sano "Mikey" Manjiro x reader Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Warnings: forced pregnancy. dub-con (in terms of the pregnancy). Swearing. Vulgar language lol. Choking. Mention of depression. unbeta'd.

notes: This was fun. Exactly what it says on the tin. Another one for @awkwardchick87 and it fits him perfectly imo lol

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You pant, trying to breathe through it and not break too soon. Mikey doesn’t usually care if you cum sometimes, but lately…something’s changed. It’s not like it is when he has a bad day. His mental health has always been shit since you met, but he’s more… attentive lately. 

You don’t know what’s happened. You’re not a part of a lot of what goes on in his life. Mikey tells you what he wants you to know. And recently he’s been keeping you locked away in his penthouse out of fear of his enemies. Or so he says. 

“Manji–” you whine, calling out his full name like he’s ordered you to use. 

“Again.” 

You blink up at him. “Wha-?”

“Say it again. Who’s pussy is this?” He presses harder against your clit as he asks.

“Yours!” You gasp. “Manjiro’s!” 

“Who fucking owns you?”

“You do!” You cry out, back arching slightly as you hit your peak. You can’t even wait for the order and Mikey doesn’t seem upset by it. Instead, his grip tightens, leaving bruises in its wake as his pace increases.

You clutch at his shoulders and when he breaks, he buries his face in your shoulder. There’s a moment where you think he’s going to pull out and leave you again to clean up on your own, but he doesn’t. He shifts your hips, raising them until they’re resting on his thighs as he kneels before you. 

You frown as you slowly come back to reality, confused at the position and how when he slips out of you, he uses his fingers to shove the mix of your fluids back in. 

“What…what are you doing?”

“Making sure it takes,” he says without even looking at you. 

“What?” You force yourself to prop yourself up on your elbows, as much as you’re able. He’s still not looking at you, focused on the area between your legs. You try to shift back but Mikey’s hands snap to your hips, keeping you in place. 

“Don’t fucking move.” He leans forward, pushing you back down as your hips rise higher with the movement. His hand grips your throat as he finally meets your eyes. “You’re mine. Every fucking part of you.” He takes a deep breath, pressing closer until it feels as if you’ll break with how your spine is curling. He brushes his lips against your cheek. “Haru’s pregnancy reminded me. I’ve lost so many…but you’ll give me more. We’ll be a family now, won’t we?”

Tears build up in your eyes and the longer it takes you to answer, the tighter his grip on your throat gets. “Yes–” you choke out. The pressure eases. “Yes,” you repeat.

“Good.” He kisses you softly for a moment before he leans back to his kneeling position. “Then get comfortable. You won’t be moving for a while.” 

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Hii! I hope you're doing well! I love your account so much! Could you do Mikey taking care of sick reader? Thank you so much in advance!

— Manjiro Sano takes care of you HCS ᡣ𐭩

Being stupid, at first he would make fun of you for getting sick, I mean, he never gets sick and you do? Unlucky!

Kind of guy who, after making fun of you, almost apologizes when he sees you annoyed. However, if anyone other than your friend or someone he knows you know dares to make fun of you, they can be considered dead. HE is your BOYFRIEND, he has some kind of special pass to do it!

He would tell you to come to his house to use his room or Emma's to rest, so as to have you all to himself for cuddles or in any case to take care of. If you can go, so be it, get ready for an extra marathon of kisses and hugs, but if you can't there's no problem, he'll come to your house and you'll do the same things there. He believes that having you sick is an advantage for spending more time together

He doesn't know exactly how it works when a person is sick... well, it's usually others who take care of him. So yes, be prepared to have Emma constantly on calls with her brother advising him on how to handle it like what medicines to give you, how to fix yourself in your bed if you're uncomfortable...

"Don't come next to me, you could get sick too" these are your famous last words before finding him like a koala pressed against you under the covers. Even if he got a fever he wouldn't care, he MUST be close to YOU, it's like a basic need like drinking water. Due to this, Toman's meetings will be suspended for a few days... at least until you feel a little better enough to make him feel comfortable if he leaves the house

Usually you're the only one he gives half of his taiyaki, but if you're sick he might even give up eating the sweet and give it all to you. It's quite a rare case actually, you'd practically have to be on the verge of death to get this grace from him, but the thought is appreciated... ig

The kind of guy who knows that your whole body is hot with fever, but wouldn't give up sleeping on your chest. He may wake up with a red face from the heat, but as long as he has rested on your chest which is his favorite place to rest, he doesn't mind the red face

To cheer you up a little when you're really down about being sick, he would bring the whole of Toman for you to enjoy. It has happened more than a few times that you fell asleep and when you woke up there were like twenty guys (including captains, vice captains and random members) in your room playing cards on the floor. Hearing you scream in surprise wasn't the exact reaction Mikey was expecting since he thought you would praise him in front of everyone for being such a thoughtful and attentive boyfriend (you did it later anyway)

[f4irygh00st]

NSFW !!

Mikey is definitely a pussy eater , that boy eats it like he's starving and most of the time, he is but he'd rather eat you than eat his fav meal.

He's so messy, using his tongue and fingers to overstimulate you ,he needs to make you cum plenty of time before he stops , seeing all the cum dripping out of you drives him insane

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[mikeypubes]

drop the Mikey Sano headcanons magic man and my life is yours 🙏🙏

(Please and thank you 😌)

*ೃ༄ sano manjiro relationship headcanons .ೃ࿐

[ Note: now how did you know i was already writing this... 🤨 but i hope you enjoy this love 🥰 ]

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SFW

i don’t think he realized his feelings immediately, but he wouldn’t be totally clueless either

draken definitely worked wonders to get you guys together, and he's always making the tough decisions for you guys’ relationship because God knows Mikey can’t 🤗

he won’t confess until he’s totally sure you like him back, and even then, he’s not gonna tell you how he feels, he’ll just go “wanna be my girlfriend 😎” and try to play it off cool

now you’re basically just his buddy that he gropes occasionally

when he gets comfortable around you, his immensely childish and immature side comes out

he’s gonna drag you into his pranks, he’s always go to cafes and eat with you, he’s always and I mean ALWAYS sleeping over at your house. It's not your house, it’s his

he sprawls all over your bed like it belongs to him after dirtying it with snacks and throwing around bike magazines

he does not give two fucks about privacy, if he wants to do anything to you, you best bet he's gonna do it right in front of all of God’s creations

his ways of showing love include: back hugs, cheek kisses, sleeping on your lap, pouting all the time and demanding attention and kisses, taking you out on motorcycle rides at night, and making you do dumb shit with him

he has really rare moments where he’s so genuine and quiet and he does something sensual and romantic

like you guys are standing on a bridge at night with his motorcycle parked on the side and he has one of his moments where he just stares out at the sky in silence

then he's gonna look over at you and tells you something he's never told anyone before or press a soft kiss to your lips 🫦

but don't get too excited, because he will NAWT remember anniversaries or birthdays 😜

draken has to bring it up for him to remember to get you a present

now this man gets jealous a LOT. it's not serious jealousy where he deadass thinks you’re gonna leave him, it’s just petty possessiveness

if you start laughing a bit too much with some other guy, he's just gonna 🤨 and start ignoring you till you kiss his feet basically

he’s really protective, though. he’s affiliated with gangs and he has a TON of enemies, so he’s gonna go to far lengths to make sure you’re always safe

if you’re not, well… I think we all know what would go on lololol

all of the toman captains know you very well thanks to Mikey's not-so-discreet displays of affection, and the extra members are always warned not to lay a finger on you

mikey really wanted you and his best friends to get along together, and it made him so relieved when you did. You guys hang out at cafes, go on motorcycle rides, sometimes he brings you along to Toman meetings, if you really begged

ok this is so random but him and his gf would lowkey have conversations with like one in the bathroom shitting and the other talking outside the door

on the not-so-green-flag side, dating him is kind of exhausting

like he'd be childish 99% of the time but then he doesn't show the very emotional and dark sides of him at all, so when he's not feeling okay, he'll put a wall between you guys and you'd have no clue wtf is even going on

and at some point he's gonna try to keep you away from him if he feels that he can't control himself anymore

you have to be cognitively empathetic basically if you wanna have a shred of emotional intimacy, and he would dodge your attempts so constantly it's tiring

he's so high maintenance lowkey and if you're not into physical affection you're doomed

he would expect you to have snacks at your disposal and he'd constantly steal your food and drinks

he does NOT notice physical changes in you

you could get your nails done, change your entire wardrobe, change your perfume, and cut your hair and he'd be like "what do you mean smt changed"

but if your mood changes a small tiny bit, he'd try his hardest to make you laugh again

one day, you had a place you were getting ready to go to and he insisted on doing your hair and it turned out like chopped shit

you're gonna get into arguments a LOT so be prepared ! he's lowkey a total shithead when it comes to that

like he'd ignore you and act annoying but then he'd acc start missing you a lot and apologize once you two are alone

he would really try to make you happy and content, he'd hate seeing you upset

and your relationship would improve a lot the more you two grow up because I can see grown up Mikey being much more responsible and uh... put together? He wouldn't do anything that annoys you seriously

like as teenagers, he would be really childish, he might ogle at other girls sometimes (he wouldn't cheat though !), get into a lot of arguments with you because he's just irresponsible

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his libido was probably not that high before you guys started dating, like he'd probably jerk off twice or three times a week

after you started dating is a whole other topic though...

he cannot keep his mind un-dirty

if you bend over, you should expect him to grab your butt or stare at it at the very least

if you hug him, his mind and eyes are gonna be on ONE thing only 😁

if you kiss him, 9 times outta 10, it's gonna escalate

doesn't let you shower alone

you guys are gonna hate me for this but he's lowkey still gonna watch porn and read mags even after dating 😭

he definitely asked you to watch porn with him 😀

he'd even have a specific preference, like he would like girls with big boobs and nice thighs, really soft skin but he wouldn't like the girl toooo skinny, and he probably prefers long hair, bonus if it's blonde or brown

and he wouldn't understand why you're mad about it, like he'd think it's a joke until you slap him

(talking about slaps, he definitely gets a lot of those in this relationship 👍)

if he ever stops the porn stuff, he'll have to replace it with a lot of... uh, action !

and he wouldn't give a SHIT where y'all do it as long as you do it

you guys definitely did it at school more than once when you were skipping class in a storage room or some shit

he'd deffff like receiving more than giving

i'm so sorry but he definitely enjoys blowjobs the most, and he'd grip your hair and choke you on it

he'd apologize later but does it again every time

he would have his arms behind his head or playing a video game as you suck him off !

he'd try eating you out and the first time, he was TERRIBLE but then slowly got better at it

when he's in the mood, he's merciless like he'll keep going till you're crying

omg this is really embarrassing to write

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万次郎 // GIVEN THE CHOICE ⠀ ༝ ༝ bonten!mikey ⠀ ༝ ༝ 8.4k words ⠀ ⚠︎ big brother!draken, mentions of violence, character death, manga spoilers, pregnancy, angst, suggestive?, implied fem!reader but no pronouns. ⠀ — you've always liked mikey growing up. how do you tell him years down the line that you've had his kid?

there’s not much to say about being the younger sibling to draken. 

even less about his delinquent friends he seemed to follow around like a puppy. 

but you could say a lot about his friend mikey. self-proclaimed leader at the age of eleven, you watched from the sidelines as he became the true leader of his silly group toman, saw how it’d develop to something more as you grow older. 

and as the years pass, you become more acquainted with those same people he’s always around - namely one baji keisuke, who made it very apparent from the start he wanted to be your friend because ‘only cool guys have a weak best friend’ and apparently no one else in toman was weak. 

days turn to weeks turn to years with you in their shadow, but you’ve never seemed to mind. 

you enjoy your view from the sidelines. 

“you can’t tell anyone.” you warn baji with a finger pointed in his direction, eyes narrowed as if that could somehow make your threat more lethal. 

he holds his hands up in mock-defense, taking a step away with his shoulders slouched, “you have my word.” 

you look away from him, arms crossing over your chest as you answer. 

“sorry?” he tilts his head, leaning forward, “didn’t quite catch that.” 

you feel yourself flush, hiding your face to mumble the reply, “mikey.” 

there’s a beat of silence for all of five seconds before he starts laughing. 

“you have a crush on mikey? of all people?” 

you shove him away from you when he leans against you for support, yet still manage to press your hand against his mouth because he’s so fucking loud, “quiet down,” you hiss out, “they’re supposed to be ‘round the corner, will you shut up?!” 

“just think it’s funny how you ‘nd your brother have a thing for each of the sano siblings-”

“quiet!” 

draken and mikey stumble upon you with a fist full of baji’s hair, the other hand pressed firmly against his mouth while he has his own shoving at your face to keep you away. 

and that’s just how most days go - when they aren’t terrorizing the city, they’re bothering you for one reason or another. 

until it isn’t. 

until kazutora gets released from juvie and baji leaves you in the dust and then dies after. . . it’s a lot to take in, especially for someone so young - so close to someone who suddenly drops it on you that they want nothing to do with you, and then you hear during the aftermath from your brother that he was begging for you to forgive him, for you to take care of mikey, too, because someone has to. 

until draken finds you curled in on yourself sobbing because even to the end, baji put other people above himself and it’s so fucking unfair that that’s how he meets his demise. 

you stay in your room for a week without moving. it takes draken practically dragging you out of the space to get you into the world again, mikey at his side with a frown. 

and maybe it’s from the mutual trauma of losing someone so close to you (despite it being a thousand times worse for mikey, since he was actively there at the scene), but you and mikey grow closer after baji’s death. 

you make sure one another eats, that you’ve done your assignments on time, that you’re getting enough sleep, that you’re taking care of yourselves. 

it stays like that for a while, you tucked behind mikey and draken like a secret, something no one else can touch or bother with emma at your side. 

and then she dies, too. 

her death was the breaking point for them, you think. 

unexpected and quick and cruel that mikey had to watch her pass, the tensions eating away at them and bursting at the seams from the announcement of her death. when draken came back home with busted knuckles and tear-stained cheeks, it broke you because your big brother was supposed to be the strong one. a piece of you chipped away when he crumbled in your embrace, sobs wrecking through his body while you held him close. 

the funeral isn’t any better, tensions still high, and draken steps away at the end when you move to talk to mikey. 

you promise to check in on him when you can, pull him into a hug while offering your condolences, and when you separate he doesn’t look at you as he says his thanks. 

when you make your way to draken, you will yourself to glance back at mikey and . . . he looks so small, standing beside his grandpa. unfocused on the people that come up, shake his hand with frowns, then leave. as if feeling your stare on him, he looks up to meet your gaze, and with such a small glance, you can see how heavily everything’s weighed down on him. how cruel the world has been to him, and how it remains unrelenting of punches. 

he looks away before you do, and draken pulling you close to him by the shoulder to keep you from walking into someone draws your attention away from mikey. 

weeks turn to months, passing without a hitch, and you do your best to check in on mikey when you can. some days you visit and his grandpa answers the door, turning you away because mikey’s out and he doesn’t know where he is - most days your texts and calls go unanswered. 

ken later informs you toman’s disbanded and he isn’t sure what to do with himself. despite your best efforts, getting in contact with mikey becomes harder and harder, until it becomes an impossible feat altogether. 

years pass with no contact - with everyone lives moving forward, with your brother owning his own bike shop and inupi coming to work with him, and you getting an insane job offer for your dream position. it’s crazy amazing for someone your age to see an opportunity like this, and you’re elated beyond belief by the proposition, except . . . it’s on the other side of japan. 

you’d have to leave everything you’ve ever known for the chance of a lifetime, and it’s your brother who encourages you to take it. 

“who knows if something like this could happen again,” he says with a smile, ruffling your hair in a way that big brothers do, “you’ll always have a home here to come to if things don’t pan out.” 

you see everyone you can in the weeks before you leave, even manage to pin down mitsuya for coffee before he leaves for another exciting runway event in italy (you tease how you wish you’d be going there instead - he offers an invite once you’re settled in your new apartment). 

the only person you couldn’t pinpoint a location for was . . . mikey. 

despite your many calls to the old number you have stored in your phone, searching for him at his old childhood home, even asking draken and the other friends from his old gang - no one knew. you amaze yourself with your own detective skills, though, by some miracle able to find an address - you applaud yourself as you step to the door, double checking the apartment number matches what you have written down before you knock. 

there’s a moment where you stand dumbly waiting for someone to open the door, and you think for a second maybe you have the wrong apartment, or maybe he’s not home, or -

there’s a click of the lock sounding, the door creaking open just enough for you to see the darkness inside. 

you brighten when mikey peeks his head around the door, leaning against the frame and just . . . staring, expression unreadable. 

“hi . . .” you breath out, “’ve been lookin’ for you.” 

“that spells trouble.” he says without missing a beat, looking down both ends of the hall before he pushes the door open further. an invitation to enter, one you take gratefully. 

“for who?” you can’t help but tease, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room as you spin to face him closing the door, “me? or you?” 

“depends on how this goes.” he shrugs, leaning against the door with his arms crossed over his chest. 

you don't take his words as the threat they are, smile still as bright as when he first pulled open the door, “how have you been? it’s been a while.” 

“‘ve been better,” he looks away from you, “definitely been worse.” 

“wellll, “ you spin on your heel to get a look at his apartment, reaching for the wall where the lightswitch sits and flipping them on, “what have you been up to? s’nice apartment, even better with the lights on.” you chastise lightly, making yourself at home somewhere you surely could never consider it to be. 

when you turn back to face him, he’s already behind you, hand on your wrist, still touching the switch. 

“what do you want, (y/n)?” he asks. your gaze softens on him, now able to take in the light bags under his eyes, the way his frame is smaller than you remember. 

“to talk,” you answer gingerly, reaching forward to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, “to see you and know you’re not dead in a ditch in roppongi.”

“you can clearly see i’m not, s’there more?, ” the words leave his lips bitterly, contrasting how his eyes flutter closed, how he leans into your touch. 

“‘m moving pretty far,” you add after a moment of silence, “otherside of japan. just wanted to see you’re okay before i leave.” your thumb rubs gentle circles into his cheek, head tilting when his eyes snap open at the admission. 

“what for?” he pries, and the way he asks reminds you of when you were kids; when he’d beg and beg and beg to play with the toy you were already playing with if only for the fact that you were playing with it, how he’d whine and pout until you relented because you couldn’t stand the idea of him being upset with you. 

“a job,” you’re completely transparent as you answer, “‘the opportunity of a lifetime’. it felt . . . i dunno, wrong? to not share the good news with you-mph?” 

you're silenced by him suddenly pulling you to him, lips pressed to your own with his hands cupping your cheeks, and truth be told it’s everything fourteen-year-old you dreamed of and more. everything you ever wanted in life kissing you in his apartment before you go miles and miles away to start a completely different dream and it hurts. 

but you don’t have it in you to push him away, not when he presses you against the wall to deepen the kiss, or when he pulls your clothes off of you with a desperation that leaves you whining and begging, or when he guides you to his bedroom and continues his affection that holds the passion and emotion that’d been buried under fifteen years of dirt. he brings out each skeleton from the closet with every thrust until the both of you are spent, laying naked in each other’s embrace until you fall asleep. 

it’s surprising, almost, to wake up the next morning alone in a bed that isn’t yours. 

there’s no sign of mikey when you look around the apartment, the only tell of him even staying in the form of a stack of cash with a note in his familiar handwriting left on the kitchen counter. 

hope this helps you get started in the new city. - mikey 

a number sits in a smaller font under the note, in even smaller writing it says for emergencies, use this number. 

it feels weird, taking the money with no way to show your appreciation, so you rip a small corner from the paper and write your thanks out, the promise of visiting him soon when you’re back in town added with a heart at the end of your note. 

two days later, and you’re driving to a new city with your entire life packed in suitcases and boxes - a moving truck scheduled to deliver your belongings a day after you get to your apartment. 

almost two months pass, and you find you’re settling well; everyone at the company adores you, and the building your apartment’s in sits across from a nice ramen shop that you like to go to every tuesday night after you get paid. 

you come down with a stomach bug, one you can’t seem to shake, and after a week of calling out and forcing yourself to work despite being exhausted and crabby and ill, you go to the doctor. 

imagine your surprise when he tells you you’re fucking pregnant. 

two months, in fact, proven with the sonogram he sets you up with, and you’re calling your brother in hysterics in your car when the appointment is over. 

“pregnant?” he repeats over the phone, after taking the first five minutes of the call just trying to calm you down, “by who?” 

you’re chewing your lip raw as you answer, “mikey . . .” 

there’s a beat of silence, before you’re whispering out, “‘m scared, ken. i-i’m miles from home and-and i just started this job and i don’t even know if i can take care of a baby on my own-” 

“you’re gonna keep it?” he asks, tone genuine. 

“i . . . yeah, i think so - i-i mean, i want to . . . is that stupid? is that a stupid want for me to have?” your lip wobbles waiting for his answer. 

��no, but . . . s’lot of work, (y/n). if it’s something you do want, you know i’ll support you in any way i can, you just gotta tell me how to help.” 

“i wan’a come home.” you settle, and the way the words leave your lips remind you of a child, begging a parent for something so small when this is anything but. 

“we can do that,” draken promises, “i’ll get a flight and help you pack or get inupi to ride with me. we’ll figure it all out, don’t stress.” 

you sniffle, wiping at your face hastily, “kay . . . okay. thank you ken.” 

“f’course,” you can hear the smile in his voice over the phone, “s’what big brother’s are for.” 

and the next few weeks are filled with moving your life back home, with the help of draken and inupi. the people at your job are nothing but happy at the news for you, despite being sad to see you go - they wish you the best in life, though, and even offer another position to apply if you ever decide to come back to the area. it’s sweet, really. 

you move into draken’s house and have a healthy baby boy that looks so much like mikey, you think it might kill you. you name him shin. 

he makes you promise to not try to seek out mikey one night, after you’d rocked shin to sleep and put him down in his crib. 

“no one knows what he’s been up to,” he argues quietly when your brows furrow at the demand, “and frankly, the few ties i still have with gangs make me worried from what little things they tell me.” 

“but those could just be rumors,” you frown, “he deserves to know he has a kid.” 

“it’s dangerous, (y/n).” draken settles with the finality of a parent telling their kid they can’t have another cookie, “‘m serious. don’t try to contact him.” 

despite the weight the conversation holds, you can’t help but stick your tongue out at him childishly. something he returns, only to narrowly dodge the stuffed animal you throw his way in opposition. 

and though the warnings loom in the air, you can’t help but try to let mikey know - calling the number he left countless times, trying to use your rusty detective skills that aided you in finding him almost a year ago, just trying to make him aware that you had his son. 

you don’t seek child support, or demand otherworldly things that a parent could only dream of (a rocking chair that massages your back and automatically rocks? you drool at the thought), you just feel it’s something he deserves to know. something he should be given a choice to be a part of. 

except he’s known since you moved back. 

it was a difficult task, keeping tabs on you when you were so far away, but he knew from the day you settled into draken’s home by word of mouth from koko. it must’ve been a punishment for koko, to check in on all of their friend’s from their pasts, to make sure their lives are going how they want them to and make sure everyone is happy. 

mikey couldn’t stomach the photos koko would offer, waving them away and requesting the verbal update instead, and when your son is born, he’s only informed that there’s no father on the birth certificate. your attempts to contact him died in vein, the number he gave you belonging to an old throw away phone he got rid of a week after he left it with you. he didn’t think you’d ever need it. 

three years pass, and koko would be damned to say the kid doesn't look like a photocopy of mikey. wild blond hair, all bright eyed and sweet. 

you work at a diner now, usually leave shin with draken and inupi for your nightshift and ken takes him home when he’s done at the garage. 

it’s cute, the way they interact with him - they let him get in the way of their work, careful so he doesn’t get hurt, but allow his curiosity and grubby hands grab hold of tools and bolts and pieces they need. 

you're not overly fond of letting shin have his way with whatever he can pinch between his fingers, since usually whatever he does find ends up in his mouth like a chew toy, but ken and inupi tease you for being too overprotective. 

you still live with ken, despite insisting the need to get out of his hair, but he promises it’s okay to take your time since he adores his nephew and doesn’t mind helping, and inupi’s became a good friend by proxy. 

it’s rare for you and your brother to argue, especially in front of shin, and truly you’re not sure what sparked the conversation in the first place - all you know is you’re upset. 

“inupi, tell my brother it’s unfair for mikey to not know he has a kid.” 

“inui, tell my sibling if mikey wanted to be involved, he would be. simple as that.” 

“we don’t even know if he knows,” you groan out, leaving inupi to hold up his hands defensively. 

“i have no argument in this.” is all he offers. 

“but you have some insight, “ you counter, kneeling down when shin tugs on your pants, “you know the story-” 

“i’m just sayin’ you’ve tried for three years-” draken starts.

“four.” 

“-four years, “ he continues, “and you’ve gotten nothing. i don’t see a need for you to continue if you’ve come up empty handed for so long.” 

“because, ken-” 

shin’s lip wobbles for a second before he bursts into tears, gripping the front of your shirt until you’re shushing him and pulling you towards him in a hug, “shhh, baby, it’s okay. what’s wrong?” 

he continues to cry despite you rocking him, and it takes draken pulling him out of your arms while tickling his sides to make him stop. 

“prob’ly didn’t like the arguing.” inupi comments, dodging a wrench you throw his way with a glare. 

“we’ll talk about this later,” you sigh out, standing on your toes to squeeze shin’s cheeks, “i love, love, love you.” you emphasize each ‘love’ with a kiss to his chubby cheeks, happy to hear his crying replaced with giggles and incoherent toddler babble. 

your shift at work isn’t anything special - you have some regulars that come in at the odd hours of night, and by the end of your shift, you’re the last to leave; finishing out some paperwork the managers can’t be bothered to do despite getting paid far less than them to do it. 

you fish your keys from your bag, unlock your car, ready to begin the short drive home but . . . your car won’t start. 

of course it doesn’t. it’s an older model, one you were supposed to take to the scrap yard for a slightly newer model last month but couldn’t because shin unexpectedly got sick and you had to fork out some cash to make sure he got better. 

you sigh, pop the hood of the vehicle as if maybe some of your brother’s knowledge of mechanics could somehow transfer to you, and call the aforementioned male. 

it rings. . . and rings . . and rings. no answer. 

you try again. 

nothing. 

you kick at the front bumper in frustration, running a hand over your face in search of another contact. surely inupi is awake at two in the morning, right? 

the call rings out, and you’re really worried it’s going straight to voicemail for a second, but he picks up on seemingly the last buzz, “hello?” he sounds groggy, like you did just wake him up. you don’t have time to dwell on the thought when a group of guys appear from the sidewalk, spotting and attempting to talk to you in one breath. 

“car won’t start?” one asks, nudging his friend as they make their way closer to you, “we can help.” 

you turn away from them, “hey inui, can you come get me from work? ken didn’t answer and my car won’t start.” 

“hey.” the guys are much closer now, one stepping around to the front of the car while the other two stand off to your right, vying for your attention. 

“yeah f’course. there other people around you?” there’s some shuffling from inupi’s end, like he’s getting out of bed. 

“yeah. um, how long till you can be here?” 

“ten? minutes maybe.” you swallow at the answer. 

“great, i’ll see you in five.” 

you pull the phone from your ear slightly, turning back to face the two guys to your right, “i don’t need any help, i have a friend on the way-” 

there’s only a moment between you dismissing their assistance before the guy who was at the front of your car is shoving at your shoulder and pinning you to the side of your car, one hand pressed firmly to your mouth while the other squeezes your wrist until your phone falls from your hand and kicks it away. 

you shove a hand at his face, trying to reach into your bag for your taser or pocket knife or a really sharp pencil when the guy moves his hand from your mouth to your throat, squeezing hard enough you’re sure it’ll bruise, while tearing your bag from your shoulder and throwing it to sit with your phone. 

the smell of alcohol comes off of him in waves when he grins, leaning down to get a good look at you, “we can ‘elp ya,” he offers, “but not for free.” 

your nails bite into the skin of his wrist, the need to breath overtaking every other sense desperately while you continue to kick and claw at him.

his grip only relents at the sound of a motorcycle idling in the parking lot, but the pressure of his hand still keeps you in place by the throat, head turning to address who could see fit to interrupt this ‘exchange’. the man on the bike adjusts the mask on his face, tucks his long platinum hair to the side, seeming to ignore the eyes on him. 

“diner’s closed,” one of the other guys says, stepping towards the stranger, “and we’re kinda busy here ourselves-” 

he doesn’t get the chance to really say what they’re doing when the guy steps off the bike and just swings. 

his fist meets the guy's cheek with a harsh thwack while mumbling, “shouldn’t touch shit that doesn’t belong to you.” 

the guy holding you up releases his grip completely, leaving you to drop to the ground when your legs buckle under your weight, frozen and left only watching as the two remaining men are taken down easily by your potential savior. 

when the three stay unmoving on the ground, he crouches in front of you, adjusting the mask on his face once again while taking in your shaken form. 

“you okay?” you don’t trust your voice, so you only nod, “is someone on the way to get you? or d’ya need a ride?” 

you nod again, “i-inui’s coming.” you manage to whisper out, unable to catch the way his eyes widen slightly as he stands to his full height. 

he begins to walk away, back to his motorcycle that’s still running, but his steps hesitate when you call out, “is that you, koko?” 

he doesn’t turn to face you, doesn’t address if you’re correct in your assumption, “don’t worry ‘bout all this,” he says instead, “i’ll take care of it.” 

and then he’s climbing onto his bike, pulling out of the parking lot less than a minute before inupi’s pulling into it. 

you’re still on the ground when he rushes towards you to see if you’re okay, stepping over the unconscious bodies with little regard. you recount what happened, which inupi dismisses since he remained on the phone until he pulled into the parking lot. 

“do . . . was it really koko?” he asks, helping you up from the cement and gathering the items that spilled from your bag, offering your now cracked phone to you with a frown. 

“i’m not sure . . . i never really knew him like you did, “ you reach into your car to grab the important belongings and shove them in your bag, “it didn’t look like him but . . . it sounded like him. was his eyes, i think.” 

inupi looks away at this, “so what do you wanna do? ‘bout these guys?” 

you swallow, keeping your stare away from the three on the floor, “he said he'd take care of it and i don’t . . . i just wanna go home.”

“okay,” inui’s hand finds it place at the small of your back, guiding you gently to his bike and helping you on, “i’ll take you home.” 

when inupi walks you through the foyer, draken’s in front of you the second the door falls shut. 

you can see his worry in the crease of his brow, from the way he grabs your shoulders to give you a once-over and frowning at the way your neck seems to be irritated beyond belief, “are you okay? i-i had to put shin back to bed because he woke up ‘nd i didn’t have my phone on me but when tried calling back but you didn’t answer.” 

“‘m okay . . .” you assure, peeling yourself away from him, “gonna go shower . . um, inui can tell you what happened.” 

your voice is so small as you speak, ken can only nod and watch you disappear into the hall before he turns to inui, who delves into the story based on what he heard over the phone and what you told him when he arrived.

you scrub your skin raw in the shower, until it almost stings from how harsh you rub. you slip out of the bathroom quietly after, sneak your way into shin’s nursery and sit by his bed for just a second to decompress, rubbing the boys back softly while he sleeps. 

the peace is disrupted by ken peeking his head around the door, “c’mon, we gotta talk ‘bout it.” 

you almost pout, childlike, “do we have to?”

the look he gives you offers no leeway to argue, so you sigh and press a kiss to shin’s hair before standing, deciding now isn’t the time to start an argument. 

inupi’s gone when you come out to the living room, tucking your legs under yourself as you sit on the couch with ken beside you. 

you feel like a child they way you explain what happened, unable to look at him as you speak. ken visibly stiffens at the mention of the potential koko coming to your aid, interrupting you mid story to remind you, “you know it doesn’t matter that he helped you, right. you’re not gonna go out lookin’ for him or mikey or whoever else.” 

you frown at his words, opening your mouth to argue but he shakes his head before you can, “no, (y/n), ‘m serious. it’s too dangerous.”

you look down, defeated, but nod your head, “okay . . . fine.”

and really, you had full intention to abide by the warning. but . . . your boss called you the next day, said something about the diner being closed for the next few days because of something you couldn’t be bothered to remember and that you’d still be paid for the lost hours. 

the details don’t matter, really. you drop shin off with draken as usual, avoid mentioning the fact that you have the day off, and leave with the intent to use the next free hours just . . . looking. for koko or mikey or anyone who might know anything about either of them. 

it’s stupid, you think, to search and pry so openly, bouncing from bars and clubs asking anyone who’ll listen, but within three hours, you’ve gathered the following; 

mikey runs some big name gang. baton? batten? something. 

he has some executives that help run his gang, some of which own a few of the clubs in the shiftier parts of the city – haitani’s? you think they’re called?

the haitani’s are close to koko, who’s close to mikey, and really that’s the only thing you need. 

so you continue going from club to club, under the impression that apparently the haitani’s frequent their own clubs just about every night. you hear about a nicer club towards the edge of the city, one they favor to the other’s since the liquor is stronger and the girls are prettier – but these are all things you’ve heard from other people, so who knows how true it really is.

when you make it to the club, you wonder if your sundress is something considered to be ‘underdressed’. surely the juice stain on the front isn’t working in your favor as the bouncer gives you a once-over. 

“yer lookin’ for who, now?” he asks, one brow raised with his arms crossed over his chest. 

if you had any sense in you, you’d probably be scared of the way he eyes you down, but growing up around idiots who don’t know when to stop messing around has really ruined your fight or flight response. 

“the haitani brothers..” you reply, mocking the way he crosses his arms over his chest, “i heard they sometimes come by here, i thought maybe-” 

“you thought, huh?” his eyes rake over your form, and your arms shift protectively around yourself instead of mocking him, “well i think you should get outta here ‘fore you get hurt.” 

“i just need to know if they’re here-” 

he turns away from you with a hand pressed to the earpiece sitting in his ear, looking into the building before he turns to face you again with a squinted glare, “you sure they’re the right one? yeah. yeah. right. i’ll send ‘em up.” 

he gestures towards the inside of the building, nodding his head, “straight ahead, up the stairs.”

with those instructions, you head towards the back of the club and find a set of stairs, separated by a velvet rope with another bouncer standing in front of it. as if expecting your arrival, he unhooks the rope from its place and steps aside, gesturing for you to follow the stairs up. 

at the top of the stairs sits a closed door and when you push it open, peeking around it to get a look inside, you see a nice couch with two guys perched on them - one with a girl who you can assume is from the club sitting in his lap, while the other sips from the drink in his hand, eyeing you the second you’re past the threshold. 

the one with the girl in his lap openly squeezes her ass, grinning at you when you look away quickly. he leans forward, whispering something in her ear, and she stands with a pout, practically glaring at you as she leaves. 

the door clicks shut behind her, and you’re left in awkward silence with the thrum of music playing under your feet. 

after a moment, the one with a drink in hand tilts his head at you, “what’s a pretty thing like you doin’, askin’ for us by name?” 

“‘m lookin’ for koko . . .” you voice is smaller than you remember, making you almost cringe in on yourself at the way they eat it up. 

“why’re ya lookin’ for our koko?” 

“w-we’re friends.” you stutter out, “i just. . . need to talk to him.” 

“where’d all that confidence go?” the one who had the girl in his lap tsks as he stands, “we heard you over his comms, you were practically demanding to talk to us - now you’re a stuttering lil’ mess. what happened between now and then?” 

he stops in front of you, head tilted as he looms over you, “maybe you should get to know us first. ‘m ran, that’s rindou. thought we knew ‘bout all the nice things koko keeps hidden away.” 

though he isn’t speaking to you for the last part, his eyes don’t leave you while they rake over your face, over your body. he reaches to cup your cheek, almost pouting at the way you flinch away from the contact with a frown. 

“i’m just lookin’ for koko.” you settle with, leaning away from him. 

ran actually does pout at this, bottom lip jutted out. “you’re tellin’ me we can’t have some fun before he gets here?” 

“that’s exactly what they’re sayin’, actually.” someone says from behind you, and you jump when you’re being pulled away from ran by your upper arm. a glance behind you reveals the man you’ve been waiting for - koko, with his hair pulled neatly to the side and a scowl on his face. 

ran grins at the sight of him, clapping his hands as if he wasn’t just making you uncomfortable. rindou just clicks his tongue. 

“s’a shame you got here so quick. thought we’d have some time to get to know ‘em.” 

“as if you’d try.” koko accuses, fingers digging into your skin, “you know he’d be pissed if you did anything.” 

“who said anything ‘bout trying anything. just wanna know who’s got our dear boss so worked up all the time.” 

instead of giving him the satisfaction of a reply, koko fully faces you with his eyes narrowing to further slits, “you must be crazy to come here, even crazier to ask around for us in the first place.” 

“i need to see mikey,” you frown, “was the only way i could think of since it was you that showed up the other day, right?”

you can see the way he clenches his jaw, muscles tight, “doesn’t matter. do you know how dangerous it was for you to ask around for us? mikey isn’t someone you can just see anyways-” 

“why can’t they?” rindou, seemingly the only sensible guy in the room, questions, “they wanna talk to ‘im, he’d only be one call away.” 

“you know why.” koko snaps, heavy weight of his glare moving from you to the male, “we can’t just-” 

ran’s phone rings from his pocket, effectively silencing koko mid sentence, and when he pulls it out, he waves it in front of koko with a sharp-toothed grin, “speak of the devil.” 

you open your mouth to ask, maybe even demand the phone from ran as he answers, but a sharp squeeze to your arm from koko leaves you quiet - a silent warning heard loud and clear. 

don’t say a word. 

ran’s eyes rake over your form as he answers, licking his lips like you could be his next meal, “yeah? he just got here. no, i would never! i’m offended you think i would,” whatever mikey’s saying has him grinning like a schoolgirl, gaze moving from you to koko, “if ya wanted to talk to him, why didn’t you call him. yeah, whatever, whatever, fine.” 

he offers the phone to koko, who grimaces at the device. 

“wants to talk to you.” ran elaborates, as if the implication wasn’t clear enough. 

koko snatches the phone from him with a glare, letting go of your arm to turn away from the two of you, “hello?” 

you can barely make out the sound of someone on the other line, lip pulled between your teeth when you see how koko’s face pinches in distaste for whatever mikey could be saying. 

“are you sure that’s a good idea. no, that's not what i'm saying at all - okay, fine. yeah, i’ll take ‘em there. sure. bye.” 

he hangs up with a scowl, tossing ran back his phone as he turns to reface you, “come on, we’re gonna go somewhere.” 

“to mikey?” you ask, hope leaking off your tongue. 

he doesn’t reply, opening the door and gesturing for you to exit the room when you don’t immediately begin moving. 

you offer a small wave goodbye to ran and rindou, despite the fact that there was no pleasure in meeting them in the first place, and you miss the glare koko sends them once you’re walking down the steps. koko leads you out of the club, guiding you by the upper arm through the sea of people until you’re stepping into the cool night air outside. 

though you’re no longer in the middle of the thrum of people, koko’s grasp on your arm doesn’t leave until he’s stopping in front of a sleek black car. a cadillac, maybe? mercedes? you’ve never been good with vehicles. 

he opens the door for you, though, and you have enough sense to mumble a small thanks as you climb in. 

when he enters through the driver’s door, he pauses for a minute, letting the silence wash over the two of you while gripping the steering wheel. 

“it really is stupid of you to come around here, ” he says finally, still looking straight ahead while you move to carefully pull your seatbelt on, “i shouldn’t even take you to him, you know. i should just take you home.” 

“you don’t have room to talk about stupid decisions,” you snap in time with the click of the buckle, “inupi and i have mourned the loss of people we care about who are still alive and well, that’s not fair.” 

you see the way his jaw clenches, knuckles turning white from how hard he holds the steering wheel. 

“we made sacrifices for you-” 

“i made sacrifices too,” you frown, thinking about the lost opportunities to raise your son, “and i just want five minutes of talking to mikey. is that too much to ask?” 

“you have other people to look out for instead, “ koko clicks his tongue, grip relenting as he looks over to you, “just remember that you asked for this.” 

the weight of his words settle heavy in the air as he puts the car in reverse and pulls out of the parking lot. 

the car ride is silent aside from the soft music that plays from the radio, turned to low volume. koko doesn’t move to break the silence, and you don’t have it in you to disrupt the tension that builds, anxiety creeping under your skin until it pops into goosebumps on the surface when he pulls in front of a large apartment building. 

“you’re gonna go to the top floor,” koko explains, not looking over at you, “he should already be there.” 

“should?” you parrot, nerves catching up with you. 

“if not already then soon.” he clicks the button to unlock the doors for you, and your breath stutters at the sound, fingers dancing around the door handle. 

“okay . . . thank you, koko. it’s . . . it is good to see you again. inupi would be happy to know you’re okay.” 

you don’t stay long enough to hear the way he inhales sharply, don’t see the way he tenses from the words. koko doesn’t wait for you to enter the building before he drives off, and you don’t look back as you push open the doors. 

the lobby is cold, you note dully, and it must be the reason your hairs stand on end when you find your way to the elevators. you wrap your arms around yourself after stepping inside of them, pressing the button to the top floor and willing your heart to not beat out of your chest. 

you realize just how much money mikey must have when the doors open to a penthouse - the entire floor being taken up as the apartment. you slowly step inside, sliding off your shoes by elevator and peek around inside the open area, spotting a living room, kitchen, and dining room all in the space. there’s a hall that cuts off towards the right of the room and you wonder if that’s where the bedroom(s?) and bathroom are. 

it feels wrong, almost, being here alone. though the room is definitely well furnished (the couch itself looks like it costs more than your broken down car), it feels . . . devoid of life. like maybe it’s only a place for rest - not a home. there’s no comfort of connection anywhere in the building, no vulnerability in personal property. you make your way further into the living room, eyeing the art hanging on the wall as if it could mean something to you. 

“i really thought he’d take you home.” you jump at the sound of a voice, whirling around to face whoever could be speaking. 

your mouth dries at the sight. 

mikey, but surely not your mikey, with his hair cropped short and paler than anything you remember, with bags under his eyes and frame thinner than what could be considered healthy, steps into view from the hall, hands in the pockets of his jeans. 

words die on your lips when he stops beside you, leaning back as if really taking in the painting you were eyeballing, head tilting, “heard you wanted to talk to me. must’ve been important if you went through all that trouble just to find me.” 

you don’t know what possesses you to take the first swing, to hit at his shoulder and his chest with tears welling in your eyes, but you do. 

and by some miracle, he lets you. it probably helps your hits are weak, with no intention to really harm - only needing an outlet for the emotions you’d been harboring for four fucking years. 

“why didn’t you call me,” you whisper when you’re finished with your barrage of hits, letting him guide you to the couch and sit you down on it, placing himself on the other end, “i-i wrote to you, i texted, i called, i looked for four years, mikey, and i got nothing in return. do you even know what for?” 

when you look at him, his gaze is set straight ahead to the wall across from the two of you, to the flatscreen tv that’s been off since you’d arrived - and who knows how long before that. 

“i’ve been busy.” he offers instead of answering, stare unwavering despite the way you frown and sigh out your disappointments. 

"too busy to respond? to even acknowledge my existence? what kind of fucking answer is that!?" you’re heated all over again by his lack of concession, at the way his eyes don’t leave the screen of the tv until you’re standing up from the couch with your arms out beside you, then tucking them into yourself and turning away from him, “koko was right, he should’ve just taken me home-” 

“why’d you come?” he asks instead, gaze finally moving from the tv to you. 

the question makes you pause, dig your nails into your arms as if that could somehow ground you. 

“i . . . we have a son.” you say finally, not turning to face him as the words leave your lips. 

you’re met with a beat of silence before he says, “i know.” 

i know. i know. i know, i know i know i know. 

he knew. 

he knew. 

“you know?” you repeat, turning to face him, suddenly quieter than before. 

“that you had a son,” he clarifies, face unreadable as he continues, “wasn’t sure if he was mine.” 

“how?” you press, legs buckling under your weight and leaving you to fall back down to the couch. 

“we . . . i’ve had koko do check-ins on everyone, every now and then,” he looks away at the admittance, “to make sure their lives are going well. did you know mitsuya’s a designer now? hakkai’s even modeled a few of his designs, and chifuyu and kazutora own a pet shop together, too” he’s deflecting, you can tell from the way he keeps his stare even and away from your own. 

“i do know,” you snap, “because they visit when they can. they want to see their nephew when they’re able to come by.” 

the way you bite your words out should sting, should hurt in a way he can’t place, but they don’t. he’s done this to himself, he knows, he’s just reaping what he’s sown. 

“why’d you leave?” you whisper out, “w-why’d you just disappear? why didn’t you respond to me? why did it take me getting hurt for you guys to make yourself known?”

he opens his mouth to reply, to say anything, but he doesn’t have an answer that will satisfy you. he knows that, and that is enough reason for him to keep his mouth shut. 

“have you seen him?” you’re still whispering, appalled he couldn’t assume your son was his - as if you didn’t pick the name shin for him. mikey shakes his head and it has you pulling out your phone with shaking hands, shoving it in his face until the lock screen photo of you, your son, and draken glare brightly back at him. 

his gaze moves from you to your phone, eyes scanning over the photo before they flit over to your face. 

“i didn’t know he was ours.” he defends, looking away, and you push the phone further into his face so he can’t escape it. 

“i’m telling you now that he is. “ you’re leaning into his space now, emphasize the need to look at the photo with another shake, and when he looks at you, really looks at you, his eyes trail from your own to your lips, to the bruises that marr your neck from the night prior. 

he tips your chin up to get a better look at them, setting you with a look when you offer some resistance, “did those guys do this to you?” you nod, “they won’t touch you again. no one will.” 

you frown at the implication, pushing his hand away with the hand not holding your phone, and he grabs that hand by the wrist when he spots the bruises decorating the skin there, taking it in with a still expression. 

“i can take care of you guys,” he settles, “make sure you never need or want anything. you won’t have to work at that shitty diner anymore. our kid would have anything he could ever desire.” 

his hand comes up to cup your cheek, wipes the stray tear that falls from your eyes, and against your better judgment, you lean into his touch. 

“i’m not asking that of you,” you explain, closing your eyes and willing any other tears that want to fall away, “you don’t even know his name.” you remind him, opening your eyes and standing when your phone starts to ring. you wipe at your face hastily, looking at the caller id, and only get a glance of the name ken before mikey’s pulling you down into his lap. 

you make a noise of disagreement, phone falling from your grasp to the couch beside the two of you from the sudden movement. 

“tell me his name.” he says, one hand still holding your wrist while the other keeps you in place by the hip. 

he practically demands it, eyes boring into your own as they search for the answer. 

“shin,” you reply after a moment, pulling your lip between your teeth, “i named him shin.” 

the hand at your hip grips it tighter, fingers digging into the flesh until it almost hurts. 

“after?” 

“shinichiro, yeah.” you don't know if it’s really necessary to clarify, but you don’t have a second to think about it when he suddenly surges forward, capturing your lips with his own. 

you falter for only a second before you’re returning the kiss with fervor, the hand not being held by mikey gripping the front of his shirt to pull him closer. 

“i will take care of you guys,” he promises when he pulls away from your lips to press his own to your chin, trailing down to your jaw and settling at the junction of your throat, peppering kisses at the free expanse of skin until it’s decorated pretty with hickies. 

his fingers dance under the hem of your dress, pulling you flush against him until your senses are full of nothing but, “can give ‘nother, you guys’ll have everything you could ever want.” he continues, the hand moving under your dress skimming across the tops of your thighs and pressing against your stomach. 

you whine, quiet and high in the back of your throat that leaves him grinding against you, hand moving from your stomach to your bare hip to guide you. he’s saying so many things, whispering so many assurances in your ear, and for a second, it’s too much. 

too overstimulating and happening too fast, but the way he holds you is so familiar, so comforting and warm and god you’ve missed him so fucking much. your phone buzzes to your right from the couch, and you pull away for a second to see it light up, see your brother’s contact pop up in that short amount of time before he’s forcing your attention back to him with a pinch to your hip, fingers pressing into your cheeks to turn your head back towards him. 

“eyes on me,” he demands, “keep your eyes on me.” 

[adiraargent]

Being in a relationship with Mikey (Manjiro) Sano

warnings: fluff, HAPPY MIKEY gender neutral reader

Mikey is very protective of you

Mikey's protective instincts extend to those he cares about. In a relationship, he's fiercely protective, always ensuring his partner's safety and comfort. He might seem intimidating to others, but he's incredibly gentle and caring with his significant other.

Super duper loyal

Loyalty is one of Mikey's defining traits. Once he commits to someone, he's devoted to them completely. He stands by his partner through thick and thin, always being their unwavering support.

Loves to take you on random adventures

Whether it's a late-night motorcycle ride through the city or an unplanned road trip, he keeps the relationship exciting and full of surprises.

Balancing Toughness with Tenderness

He has a tough exterior due to his leadership position and experiences, but with his partner, he shows a softer side. Mikey can be surprisingly affectionate, often expressing his love through small, meaningful gestures.

Deep Understanding

Despite his youthful appearance, Mikey has a depth of understanding and wisdom that comes from his experiences. He's a good listener and offers insightful advice, creating a safe space for his partner to share their thoughts and feelings.

Shared Passions

Mikey is passionate about bikes, loyalty, and his gang. In a relationship, he appreciates someone who understands and respects his passions. Sharing these interests or at least showing interest in them would deepen the bond between him and his partner.

Respect for Independence

While he's protective, Mikey respects his partner's independence. He values their individuality and encourages them to pursue their aspirations and dreams, providing unwavering support along the way.

Challenges of Leadership

Being a leader can be challenging, and Mikey might sometimes struggle with balancing his personal life and his responsibilities within his gang. However, he strives to make time for his partner despite his commitments.

Being in a relationship with Mikey involves experiencing both his protective, fiercely loyal side and his softer, more caring aspects. He values loyalty, respect, and shared experiences, creating a bond built on trust and understanding.

[koishiro]

can you do a bonten!mikey moodboard!? Thank you!

Dating Bonten!Mikey Sano <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : why did this take me so long to do?!?! wahahhaa ><