"Neptune's gaze went to you, knowing full well that there would never be me and you"
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"Why am I finding you when you can't even handle my heart carefully?"
Look at Me! [Tokyo Revengers animatic ft. Umbrella n Heels duo] : https://www.tumblr.com/marahuyomae/745395427187277824/just-my-two-sillies-from-tokyo-revengers-monaca?source=share
Case Hunter [Game Introduction] : https://www.tumblr.com/marahuyomae/744525463472553985/just-a-game-recommendation-case-hunter?source=share
His Mother's Prodigy [1] : https://www.tumblr.com/marahuyomae/736276829507354624/another-his-mothers-prodigy-mori-art?source=share
Queen of Hours- The Diary of a Babaylan [Bb. Name] : https://www.tumblr.com/marahuyomae/699416812912345088/the-painting-in-question-the-sampaguita?source=share
What should I name her? : https://www.tumblr.com/marahuyomae/686752102066896896/what-should-i-name-her?source=share
Tokyo Revengers [MM1] : https://www.tumblr.com/marahuyomae/680873858313732096/monaca-myoga-tokyo-revengers-oc?source=share
Tokyo Revengers Oc [HH1] : https://www.tumblr.com/marahuyomae/680873590010281984/hoshinju-hitsujukai-tokyo-revengers-oc?source=share
tirador ng siomai sa canteen, tumatambay sa tapat ng aircon pagkatapos mag PE at hubadero. lagi may dalang bench body na panyong iniikot ikot o ihahampas sa taas ng pintuan. probably varsity player na may fansclub ng mga babae galing sa lower levels pero inaangasan lang nila. dumederetso sa computer shop pagkatapos ng klase o nagcucutting. depende sa trip nila. suki rin sa guidance at prefect.
maaga pumasok, amoy Johnson's baby powder at laging may baon na lunch. probably nagku-kumon tapos maganda grades. alagang alaga ng mama. heartthrob sa mga kaklase at lower levels. madalas pinapatawag ng mga babae kapag may event para magpa picture sa labas ng classroom. laging nabibiktima sa jail at marriage booth. pasimuno mag ML o CODM nang patago sa classroom at tiga hotspot. madalas rin sumama sa mga nagcocomputer shop.
Izana, Hanma, Koko, Kisaki, Kakucho
anak mayaman. conyo. may driver na tiga hatid at sundo. lagi may dalang McCafé o Starbs tuwing umaga. matalino at intimidating. active sa orgs and probably may puwesto sa student council. madalas manlibre ng tropa tapos nag vavape. athletic at sinusundan ng mga babae kapag intrams. suki ng mga club tapos sumisigaw ng “putangina” kapag pinapatugtog All I Do Is Win.
Sanzu, Baji, Hakkai
kalokohan lang ambag. tinatago mga gamit mo o tinatali yung bag. madalas mabungangaan ng teacher tas suki ng guidance. pinapatawa ka kapag nagpepresent sa klase. tayo nang tayo sa bus kapag field trip. laging may JBL speaker na dala dala para mag soundtrip ng EXB, Al James, Nik Makino, Shanti Dope, at J Roa. parang megaphone yung bunganga. nakiki club sa mga rich kids pero walang ambag sa shot tapos lunch time na pumapasok next day.
Takemichi, Makoto, Yamagishi, Akkun
mejo maasim pero pinag aagawan ng mga babae at iniiwan rin. madalas mabungangaan ng class president sa sabayang pagbigkas kasi laging sumasablay. puwedeng utusan kapag may papabilhin sa canteen at puwede ring makausap tungkol sa bagay bagay. pero madalas mapag tripan ng iba. nagbabike o motor papasok at pauwi tapos nag papa angkas din.
Rindou, Nahoya
mysterious, magaling sa acads, amoy bvlgari, maganda manamit, at pinapanis yung varsity players kapag PE. laging nasisita yung haircut sa inspection. nagsosoot lang ng ID kapag may teacher. pinaka kinatatakutan ng mga ka batch at lower levels. nang lalaglag ng mga kaibigan kapag nahuling nagkokopyahan. malakas mang trashtalk sa computer shop. paasa at hindi nang cucrushback.
Taiju, South, Benkei
bouncer ng klase. kasing tangkad ng pinto tapos pag kinakausap mo para kang nananalangin kay lord. magaling sa performance tasks at laging inuutusan ng mga teacher para magbuhat ng gamit. nakiki pag fliptop kung kani kanino sa likod ng classroom kapag break time. laging pinag kukumpara yung laki ng kamay sa mga kaklase. matic taga hawak ng cartolina at manila paper kapag nagpepresent.
Ran, Shion
Bully na heartthrob. Nakikipag suntukan sa CR at trashtalker. sumasagot din sa teacher. Takot sa commitment kaya iba ibang babae kasama tuwing linggo. Napaiyak na kalahati ng school pero never pa na ga-guidance. Kurap na class treasurer. Iba ibang babae ini-IG story araw araw. May frat house na sobrang dilim tapos pansit canton lang pagkain at bacardi lang yung merong imunin.
@avi-ren helped with this ♡ thanks buddy. felt like i was in high school again for a sec there.
hiiii can i req a hc for sano sibs where shin know “some” filipino words then he caught izana dissing mikey while he’s speaking filipino HAJKDOXPQNEMSOIW AND HE CAN UNDERSTAND IT SO HE ENDED UP SCOLDING IZANA
Izana dissing mikey while he’s speaking tagalog
taglish!!
cw: obviously swearings.
probably ever since izana moved in the sano household there’s never a normal day where he just shut up— “putangina mo” out of nowhere, sometimes it’s just directed to mikey.
like that’s his way of saying good morning to everyone— and their grandpa is just “wow is that how you say good morning in tagalog? its nice that im learning some things from you izana….” nope its not a good morning pops….
mikey obviously didn’t know what “putangina mo” means but he just know its not a good word— and then one day he just snaps, he couldn’t stand izana’s filipino ass
there are times that he’ll say it back to izana, “putangina mo izana hehe” he’s proud of himself
and the other one will reply “tangina mo rin bonak ka”
shinichiro wanted to laugh but he cant just stand there and listen
because by any chance that little fight will turn into something serious if the other one gets annoyed.
“hey stop that, both of you guys are saying bad words” the big bro finally stepped in the conversation.
“oh really? but i only heard it from izana so dont scold me” said mikey, he made a point
“yeah i know, that’s why you gotta say nice things too izana, you dont want mikey saying bad things in your language, do you?” ;shin
izana rolled his eyes playfully and muttered sorry’s under his breath
“luh….si mikey yon eh— sorry….. tsk”
that’s probably enough for shin, but he’s happy that both mikey and izana is now comfortable with each, they joked around so much
although they can be dangerous together and need supervision because izana is a pain in the ass pissing mikey off everytime in his other language.
mikey on the other hand wants to learn tagalog so he can be at izana’s level
he want to bars izana so hard— where he will search what’s tagalog of this what’s tagalog of that lmao
and to probably show off that he’s a fast learner but that didn’t really happen because he’s lazy af
overall if we look more into it it’s chaotic— like what i said earlier it’s enough for shinichiro that they’re getting along and if ever there’s so heated moments between them, as the big bro he is, he’s here to stop.
amihan's note: hindi ko po mapigilan, nag-login lang ako para ipakita kalokohan ko :''))) this one's for u @love-keiji tulog po si pah-chin kaya wala siya diyan, happy reading!
I have the perfect idea for a oneshot l’ve been thinking about this alot how about smth like sanzu being a muse to the reader bc he’s really pretty and the reader likes drawing and painting him
❀ PARALUMAN | TOKYO REVENGERS
;; he finds how artistic his s/o is and also realizes that he is the inspiration behind such masterpieces
🥛 — sanzu haruchiyo
🧾 — gender neutral, second pov (you/your), cursing, fluff, au - modern, au - college / university, established relationship, 1k+, imagine
✉ — ack i haven’t written for sanzu in a while (and not much as well) so this might be a little awkward anddd i don’t know how to draw or paint
paraluman means muse in filipino
🔖 — paraluman
Sanzu had always been on the prettier side.
Thick long lashes, narrow eyes with the perfect curl, eyes that could pull you in, that silver blond hair, that cute smile, and his boyish grin. He even kept his hair long, and on some occasions, would tie it up in a ponytail.
He was lanky but he always managed to fit in, sliding past people in the shadows with ease. Not only that but even though he kept to himself, he gave an air of confidence as if he was already set for his life: like he knew what to do in every problem the world might throw at him.
He was perfect.
And you… You were the luckiest person in this whole damn world.
It was intoxicating, the way he looks at you, the way he holds you. Like your favorite drink early in the morning, warming you up. Like your favorite coat on a cold afternoon. Like your bed after a long day. Comfort, healing, and dangerous all at the same—addicting, overdosed.
When he reached out, when he held you, when his breath mingled with yours with the close proximity, when his eyes didn’t leave yours as he leaned in. Dizzying. You were falling faster than you ever did and he was there to catch you either.
You were handed the most precious jewels and you sat there, not knowing what else to do with such treasure. Not knowing where to put your hands, how to hold him, how to love him. He was way out of your league.
But for him?
For him, it was you who he could never reach.
Sanzu Haruchiyo had seen you, not just the outer you, but you. Haruchiyo had seen past the exterior easier than anyone ever did—one recognizes another. He had seen it and still chased after you either way.
Loyal, dear, Sanzu who always seemed indifferent to everything around him, preferring to be private and his own company wanted something other than living his life easily and being on top.
You. It’s all you. It’s all just you.
When you held his hand as he reached out, his heart just fluttered. When you didn’t push him away, when you leaned forward when he stopped, Sanzu-
Sanzu isn’t sure if he can catch you because he’s falling nonstop as well.
And it isn’t just when you held him, it isn’t just when your lips are on him, your whole presence were like tidal waves pushing and pulling him mercilessly with no thought of his well-being. Just you standing there, just you sitting there, just you tilting your head with that smile of yours when your eyes meet his in a crowd.
When you sit, when your hands do its work, and he looks down to see what you had managed to draw in such a short time- And sees him- He is choking.
“Sorry if it seems weird, you just… well, you just looked really, for lack of better words, drawable at that moment.”
On a piece of paper, even if it was black and white, drawn using your pencil and a scrap paper, he could recognize those features anywhere. His hair long and messy, a loose sweatshirt on him, a bored expression on his face as he twirls a pen on his hand, seemingly in the middle of class. It was from earlier that day.
His eyes were looking back at him. Beautiful. It isn’t him that was beautiful but you when you look at him with pride as he stares at your drawing.
“Y/n.”
“Hm?” You hum, head on your propped up hand, staring at him as he turns his head to look at you. Sanzu holds the paper, not wanting to let it go, wanting to just take it with him, a piece of you; an object birthed from your hands, from your amazing talent.
“I love you.”
A small flinch in surprise, eyes wide as you stare.
“So damn much.”
Your cheeks hit up, glancing away as you fumble and reach out for something in your drawer in the small dorm room. Sanzu sits down at your bed, still breathless as he holds your work that looks so much like him.
You drop a folder on his lap and Sanzu wastes no time opening it. What greeted him were more papers, a sketchbook, some were sketches with pencils while some with different colored pens. And in all of those, those papers with no crease on its sides, was him.
Him waiting for the bus that one time his motorcycle broke down. Him dozing off at one of his classes. Him nibbling on his straw with a troubled expression on his face. Him reading a book in a library.
All of these moments he had with you, but in none of those he remembered you ever bringing out a pen and a paper nor a phone to capture the moment.
He looks at you in silent question.
You sit beside him, timid as you avoid his eyes and look at your pieces instead. “I just… When I can’t get something out of my head, I always end up drawing it out.”
“And these…” He mumbles with a growing smile. “I’ve been in your head for the past few months straight?”
That cracks a snort out of you. “Nothing has been running in my mind but you, it’s annoying, Sanzu.”
“Y/n, we’ve kissed, we made out, we went on dates, you even drew me.” He leans forward but compared to other times, there was no intent to kiss you. All he wanted was to look at your eyes as he held onto your chin. “Perhaps it’s time you start calling me by my first name.
“Come on, Haruchiyo,” he pesters, expression serious but his gaze genuine. “Will you?”
When he leans closer, you raise an easel in between the two of you. Sanzu stops completely, his brain fired at the sight, not even minding how you just blocked his advances.
A painting of him.
He sat with a smile, his hair brushed, and his eyes squinted mischievously. He wore no mask, showing off the twin scars on both corners of his lips—the same ones that you loved grazing with your hand. He donned his usual button-up under his dark sweater, the background showing that it was in the middle of autumn as it was predominantly covered in orange and brown.
All the small details he appreciated. The crunched leaves by his feet, the cup of coffee on the bench beside him, slowly growing cold. The way the light had hit his face, the creases in his clothes. The huge tree in the campus behind him, the blue at the topmost part with hints of white.
The lines on the bench, the wrinkling of the corner of his eyes, the cracks on the sidewalk, the blurry smudges of people walking past. The strokes of your brush, the splashes of paint made by careful deft hands.
The reflection of you taking a picture drawn vaguely in his eyes.
Sanzu rests his head on your shoulder, fingers lightly touching your greatest masterpiece yet. All his teases, all the words that were once on the tip of his tongue, swallowed down as he feels his head explode, stomach constricting from the sudden onslaught of emotions.
“You’re so talented,” he murmurs into your hair, cozying closer, holding you as if you were fragile, a piece of heaven in his hands. “‘M so lucky to have you.”
When your eyes welled up in tears at his words, he only kissed your cheeks, looking at you with so much love.
It scares you. How this one person, one single person, could either make you or break you with just a look in his eyes, with just the twist of his lips.
Nasa harap na ng clinic si Ran when the school nurse suddenly went out from that room. Tinignan lang niya si Ran at tumango.
Pumasok agad si Ran sa loob ng clinic. He was greeted by the smell of efficascent oil. He looked around the spacious room, trying to look for you. Nakita ka nyang nakaupo sa isang bed sa sulok, hawak hawak ang cellphone mo.
"Ayan sige selpon pa." Ang sabi ni Ran. Kumuha sya ng upuan at nilagay sa harap ng kama mo.
"Hi Ran!" you greeted him energetically, na parang wala man lang nangyari sayo.
"Nahimatay kana lahat lahat tas mukha ka paring masaya." Ran exclaimed.
"huh? How'd you know I fainted?" Ang tanong mo naman.
"Syempre, may spy ako sa classroom nyo." He joked.
"Ano ka? Adviser namin? Atsaka, di naman ako masaya ah." ang sinagot mo. You then placed your phone beside you.
"Anong hindi? Halata sa tono mo. "hI rAn!"" he mimicked your tone.
"Ah! Excuse me, I do not sound like that!" you felt offended. Your voice wasn't that high pitched like what he did!
"Well, eXcUsE Me, you do sound like that." Ang pang-iinsulto nya sayo. Kumunot ang iyong kilay sabay mong sinampal ang kanyang braso.
"Stop it, Ran!" You scolded, your lips were forming a small pout.
"Kiss muna." Sabi nya sayo, sabay tinap ang kanyang pisngi.
"No, bahala ka dyan." You said as you crossed your arms together.
Ran quickly placed his phone inside his pockets, habang tinitignan ka nya na nagmamadaling kunin ang purse mo.
"Pinagalitan ka?" tanong nya, ikaw naman ay umiling bilang sagot at sabay binigyan sya ng ngiti. You took his hand and pulled him towards the door.
"Bilisan natin, baka kausapin ka pa ni mommy, ma-la-late pa tayo!" You told him. Ran just gave you a questioning gaze, but he didn't bother to question your behavior and just followed you.
"Ingat kayong dalawa! Y/n, wag magpapa-gabi ha?!" Sigaw ng mama mo.
"Opo!"
You closed the door, you and Ran went towards his motorbake.
"Dito." Ran mumbled, tumingin ka sakanya at nakita mong hawak hawak nya yung isang helmet na dala nya. Lumapit ka sakanya at isinuot nya ito sa ulo mo.
"Thank you." you mumbled with a small smile. The man in front of you smiled as well.
"Ay, pa-text pala mga kaibigan ko. Sabihin mo papunta na tayo." Sabi ni Ran as he handed you his phone. You muttered a small 'okay' and quickly took his phone from his hand.
mitsuya decided to turn on the radio to light up the morning and to listen to some songs too— even tho he got a morning playlist, always playing whenever he’s cooking but he decided to turn in the radio today.
“up next! Panalangin by APO hiking society”
“Morning mahal…..” he heard the bedroom door opened and greeted you good morning “lim still cooking would you mind waiting for a bit??” mirsuya asked
[0:22] “panalangin ko sa habang buhay……makapiling ka makasama ka, yan ang panalangin ko”
you approached your husband and hugged him from behind “this song is perfect” you said playfully swaying him left and right
[0:50] “wala nang iba pang mas mahalaga— sa tamis na dulot ng pag-ibig nating dal’wa~~ ”
mitsuya turned around only to hug you back and also to slowly dance you in the music— with the spatula still on his other hand and the other one raising your arms up slightly for more effect