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nebulous-library · 1 year

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little acts of intimacy: how they like to be touched - tokrev boys

in specifically a not-inherently-sexual manner. what kind of physical contact with you gives them the warm fuzzies? hcs for a selections of my personal tokyo revengers blorbos, including: Mikey, Draken, Baji, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Hakkai, Taiju, Koko, Inupi, Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, and Izana

Mikey feels most at home when he’s cuddled up into your arms, especially if you’re taller than he is. It makes him feel like your teddy bear. 100/10, definite nuzzler.

Draken likes sitting on the floor by the couch while you have your legs draped over his shoulders, just chilling. Better yet, though, if you start massaging his shoulders or neck, he’ll melt.

Baji is a sweetie who just wants to hold hands, actually. There is a specific part of his brain that simply demands Hand Holdies. He will feel so loved and special if you hold his hand, especially if you do the interlocked fingers hold instead of the criss-crossed palms way. Also is not opposed to it if you simply rest your hand on his ass. Like, not even in a sexual way, just as a little “hehe, mine >:]” kinda thing.

Chifuyu will fucking melt if you rest your head on him, or put your hand over his heart. Especially the latter, he’ll be so flustered.

Kazutora likes when you run your fingers through his hair. It makes him feel safe. Like, this is a genuinely therapeutic sensation for him, it’s so gentle and he doesn’t fully understand why his heart swells when you do it, he just wants you to never ever stop.

Hakkai’s favorite way to be touched is when you reach up and put your hands around the back of his neck and stroke his jaw with your thumbs. He’s so shy at the start of your relationship that he can’t always find words, but sometimes all you need is that communication via eye contact. It takes a little time, but that’s the kind of thing that makes his heart flutter – you, holding his face, and looking at him with adoration.

Taiju’s favorite place to be touched is mid- to lower-back. He carries a lot of tension there and it can be on the sensitive/tender side. He loves it when you’re out together and you sling your arm around him and rest your hand there. When you’re in private, he’ll just flop down on the bed shirtless, staring at you until you take the hint that he wants a massage. Just sit on his ass and work the tension in his lumbar region, he’ll melt for you. Bonus points if you get playful and start writing things with your finger and making him guess. He thinks that shit’s hella cute.

Koko has a few things he likes. Number one is when you pet the buzzed side of his hair and will nuzzle into your hand. Another favorite is when you hold onto his arm when you’re beside him. Just kinda loop your arm through his and hold on. He likes having such full body contact without it being Full Body Contact™️, y’know? Also, adding a little bit of zest to this, he’s 100% a “pull him close by the waistband of his pants” kinda fella. Yes, in a spicy way, but also just in an “enjoying being pressed against you” way.

Inupi’s favorite thing is when you cup his jaw or rub behind his ear (big puppy vibes, obvi), especially if you’re calling him by his given name. His heart will simply explode. Also like, any time you rest the palm of your hand on his tummy. He just feels relaxed idk.

Sanzu likes when you sit with him and have your legs across his lap. It’s casual but just intimate enough that he can comfortably squeeze your knee and grin to himself that he’s lucky enough to call you his. But if you wanna be extra forward with him, bite him in front of the others. Hold his hand and just casually bring it up toward your mouth and CHOMP. He knows that means you love him.

Ran is a surprisingly big cuddler. Whether it’s falling asleep or waking up, he just likes having you in his comfy space — his bed. Non-sexual physical contact is absolutely his jam. Not that he doesn’t love railing you, but man, his natural state is so low-energy. He wants to trap you in his blanket cocoon and just stay like that and watch youtube videos or some shit. Definitely makes a fuss if you break free because the heat is too much, but you will not fully get away from him. He’s one of those “must have some part of himself touching some part of you” dudes. Good luck. Also, bonus: he also enjoys when you braid his hair for him (his arms get tired when he does it himself)

Rindou is also cuddly, but in more of a Mikey kind of way. While Ran is very open with the fact that he wants you to let him hold you, Rin Rin would never be so bold. He’ll pretend that he thinks it’s dumb or some shit, but somehow at the end of the day he’ll always curl up with you. But HE wants to be the one being cuddled. Much more tsuntsun about it than Mikey, who would simply dive into your arms. Treat Rindou like he’s your snuggly little teddy bear. Let him bury his face in your chest while you stroke his hair. Tell him you love him and know that when he responds with a muffled, “......shut up.” that’s simply his way of saying he loves you too. Bonus: if you’re out and about, he’ll lean on you. Like, in the way that tall people do. He won’t mean it to mock your height, he just doesn’t know how to convey that he wants to be touching you when you’re out in public.

Izana honestly probably prefers touching rather than being touched. He likes to have you in his lap, letting him just have his hands roaming all over you. His fingertips will dance along your thighs and up your sides or along your arms. He imagines he’s painting his marks along your skin, in patterns only he can see. He’ll smile to himself and rest his chin on your shoulder. But if you must return the favor, he particularly likes it when you sit beside him and just hold his arm in your lap and mindlessly run your fingers up and down his forearm.

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em1e · 1 year

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ᶻz feat. wakasa + kazutora+ rindou !!

tokyo revengers && first meetings

☓ kazu's 2 times longer than the other don't look at me. tw for a hostile ex on rindou's !!

ᶻz・wakasa imaushi

⠀ ⬤ meeting you is chaotic.

“oh my god shin, your nose!”

you’re quick into action, despite shinichiro and wakasa basically barging through your front door while the former cradles a probably broken nose. you grab some paper towels as quickly as you can while wakasa helps his friend to your couch, barely taking in your home despite him never stepping foot into it.

you’re talking fast, questions overlapping on your tongue before either boy can answer them, “what happened? why’d you come here?”

shinichiro groans when you press the napkins against his face far hastier than you should, taking them from your own hands and leaning his head against the back of your couch. obviously in too much pain to answer, you look to the stranger who he’s come in with.

he shrugs, popping the lollipop he was sucking on out of his mouth and nodding to shinichiro, “needed to get off the street, ‘nd he said he knew someone.”

you kick at shinichiro’s foot half heartedly, frowning, “don’t bring your stupid gang violence around my house, you know i don’t like that stuff.”

a muffled apology leaves his lips, and you sigh before moving to grab ice for the two of them. bringing back bags of peas and dropping one onto shinichiro’s stomach (he groans dramatically at the contact), then pass the other to his friend. he raises an eyebrow at you, and you nod to his bruising knuckles.

it’s then he takes them in himself, clicking his tongue, then grabbing the bag from you with a small thanks. you eye him for a second, before plopping down on the couch beside shinichiro.

“‘m (y/n), by the way.” you offer a small smile, “i babysit emma and mikey sometimes when shin is out doing nefarious things.”

“wakasa,” he hums out, sitting across from you, “i make sure shinichiro doesn’t die doing his nefarious things.”

you giggle, and shinichiro groans, “please don’t flirt with me sitting right here. i don’t think i can take much more damage- physically or mentally.”

“not my fault you brought your pretty friend here after you got socked in the face.”

“you think ’m pretty?” wakasa grins, eyes half-lidded and completely ignoring his friend's request.

“very.” you hum, leaving shinichiro to groan louder. you elbow at his side, and he dramatically topples over so he’s laying on the couch instead, “sorry shin, we’re talking.”

one glance to wakasa and he’s licking his teeth, then sending you a smile, “that we are.”

ᶻz・kazutora hanemiya

⠀ ⬤ meeting you is awkward.

“no, kazutora, put the cat food on the right side of the store - you know what, nevermind, i’ll do it.” chifuyu sighs heavily, placing the bags of dog food he’d just opened hastily on the shelf and pushing the box kazutora set beside him away with a huff.

“huh? but these are the same brands, don’t you want to keep them together?”

chifuyu closes his eyes, taking a second to breathe and remember he needs to have some semblance of patience - kazu’s only been out for a few weeks, he’s still adjusting to normal life. he sighs again and nods, “in theory, yes, but we’re keeping the cat stuff and dog stuff separate, remember?“

a small ‘oh’ leaves kazutora’s mouth, and chifuyu stands with a huff, stretching his legs then picking up the box. the bell to the door rings and both pairs of eyes find themselves wandering towards the front. chifuyu nods his head in the direction, “d’ya think you can take care of them?”

kazutora hums out a reply, waving a hand behind him as chifuyu says something something register. he knows his friend is growing increasingly agitated with having to baby him, and he doesn’t want to be any more of a burden than necessary.

he meets you at the register, and your eyes wander around the store before finally settling on the man behind the counter, offering him a smile.

“hi! um, i recently found a kitten on the street and i was wondering if you could help me get whatever i need to take care of it?”

kazutora only stares, head tilting slightly as your fingers dance across the counter. the silence goes on for longer than you’d expect, and you stand on your toes and puff out cheeks when he doesn’t immediately reply. you clear your throat.

“is um . . . is there something i need to do first?”

you look across the counter to see if maybe there’s a sign in sheet for suggestions or something, but you find nothing.

“we have cat food and litter.” he says when you meet his gaze again, still giving you the same look he did when you walked in.

“great!” you smile, looking around the store, “can you show me?”

he straightens, looking down the sea of aisles for chifuyu since he’d be much better help than him. hell, he’s still learning the difference in medications for dogs and cats and other miscellaneous animals - it would be unfair to lead you astray with a bad suggestion.

he sees no one else in the immediate vicinity, which means chifuyu has left him alone at the front of the store.

“um, yeah. yeah, i can”

right side of the store, he reminds himself. that’s where the stuff for cats is. he leads you in that direction, stopping in front of the aisles when he finds the bags he was previously shoving in the dogs section.

you lean forward, taking in each option and tap your chin with a hum, then look at him with a tilted head.

“any recommendations?”

you have to notice he has no idea what he’s doing by now, right? still, face unwavering, he picks up the bag they feed the cats they have up for adoption, “we use this for the cats here. i’m not really sure about the differences in other brands and stuff.”

you take the bag gently from his hold, then grab a similar one from the same brand that’s labeled specifically for kittens and compare the two.

“i think i’ll get this one since she’s still pretty small.” you hold up the latter and place the former back where he picked it up from, “how about litter?”

he takes you to the aisle behind the one you were previously in, gesturing awkwardly to the many different types. before you can ask if he has any suggestions, he points to one, “this is the one we use here.”

you smile. he read your mind.

with a small huff, you're grabbing that same brand and almost drop the container when you take it off the shelf - it’s much heavier than you thought. though kazutora has his own faults, he isn’t an asshole who’d just leave you to struggle. he gingerly grabs it from you, and you beam at him with a smile, “thanks.”

he only offers a curt nod, and follows you as you shop for smaller miscellaneous things - toys, treats, and a litter box all fill your hands along with the food you grabbed previously and kazutora offers no complaints when you finally make your way back to the counter.

“thanks.” you hum out again when he rounds the corner to get behind the register. he pauses for a second, staring at the computer and all its buttons and he’s genuinely lost for a second, trying to remember how chifuyu taught him to use it.

lucky for him, the man himself comes out from the back, a box in his hands and easily reading the furrow of his friends brows.

“all you have to do is ask for help,” he sighs with a click of his tongue, setting the box beside the items you’re buying. he taps a few things, explaining to kazutora again just how to do it and starts scanning the items for you, “he give you too much trouble? he’s still training-”

“he was perfectly helpful.” you smile, “i would’ve been lost otherwise.”

ᶻz・rindou haitani

⠀ ⬤ meeting you is violent.

“leave me alone-” you’re shoving past your ex with a huff, almost gasping when instead of letting you pass, he pushes you against the wall of the dingy club you’re in and grins at your clear aggravation.

“we’re not done talking,” he sighs out, “i didn’t come all the way to roppongi to get brushed to the side.” his arms are caging you in, and you want to scream to get anyone’s attention. you’re unsure if it’d even work - everyone around you seems to already be too drunk to worry about what’s going on outside their bubble, and you sure if anyone does notice, they don’t care.

“why come at all. are you stalking me now? i told you i don’t want anything to do with you-”

he stops you with a growl, eyes narrowing, “ah ah, we’re here to talk. don’t wanna make me upset, do ya?” you flinch away from him when he reaches up to cup your cheek, and someone clicking their teeth behind him makes him pause and look over his shoulder. “what, can’t you see we’re talki-”

he doesn’t get to finish his sentence. not when the man behind him rears his fist back and punches.

you pull your arms to yourself, gasping as he collapses to the floor with your eyes wide. one hit, and he’s out cold. you look up frantically to the offender, your savior, but he’s already pushing his way through the gaping crowd, leaving you to stumble behind him as he leaves the club.

“w-wait a sec!” you call out after him, and he pauses his retreat but doesn’t turn to face you. it gives you time to catch up to him, and when you’re standing in front of him, he’s scowling. despite this, he’s still pretty. you feel your face warm, and his brows raise as if he’s waiting for you to say something.

you did scream for him, after all.

“u-um, thanks,” you manage out after a moments pause, bowing your head, “thank you.” you say again more clearly. when you finally look back up at him he’s eyeing you in a way that has you wrapping your arms around yourself.

he clicks his teeth again, walking past you without a word, and you find yourself following behind like a lost puppy. he pauses again when you’re only a few steps behind him, looking over his shoulder, “if you’re gonna follow me, you might as well walk with me and talk.”

he says it like a statement, but you take it as a command. you walk for a few blocks in silence before you break it to mumble out your name.

he grins at the sound of it leaving your lips, “rindou haitani.” and it dawns on you then it was his club you were just in. apologies follow. for your ex, for not destabilizing the situation, for ruining the mood in his club, but he’s shaking his head with a hum.

“s’okay. you just gave me an excuse to leave, and i’m glad your pretty self followed.”

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ohmykiyo · 11 months

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🪦 title ; tracing over their tattoos w/ tr boys genre ; lowercase intended characters ; draken, kazutora, rindou, ran, hanma 🗝️ jeilly's notes ; i'm in love with the tr series, so might as well start writing for them reqs are open!

DRAKEN sighs tiredly as he leans impossibly closer to your touch. he's so out of it, he doesn't notice the way you cradle him as if he's the most fragile thing known to mankind.

he doesn't know why you treat him as if one wrong touch from you will cause him to shatter. he's not a child, he's not glass.. he's toman's number two for god's sake.

but the way you drag your fingers across the tattoo on his temple, he can't help but melt.

you trace it, eyes closed, letting out small breaths.

you've memorized every twist and turn of the tattoo, it's almost muscle memory.

you can't help but allow your fingers to leave a feather-like trail of your touch.

draken hums contentedly.

if there's one place he'd have to choose to stay in forever..

it would be here.

on your chest.

with your fingers tracing along the black color inked into his skin.

KAZUTORA feels like he's still asleep, living in a dream. how could he believe that you, of all people, became his most prized possession.

he doesn't believe he deserves an ounce of your affection.

an ounce of your love.

he doesn't believe he deserves you at all.

but the way you caress his neck, fingers combing through his blonde layered hair, whispering sweet nothings into his ear..

he can't help but pray that this isn't a dream.

he prays and prays.

until he feels your soft fingers trail along the tattoo on his neck.

he flinches.

you notice.

but you continue to trace along the perfect ink.

every turn and swirl, you trace over them.

your touch leaves him breathless. it leaves him craving for more.

he presses sweet kisses along your collarbone, shivering at the feather-light touch of your fingers.

RINDOU was always second-best to everyone else. he was never just "rindou", he was always "ran's brother".

so, when he met you.. imagine the shock plastered all over his face when you mumbled the sweetest greeting he's ever heard, "oh, hi rindou."

you didn't call him "ran's brother" you called him rindou. just rindou.

now he lays in your shared bed, lying on top of your warm body, cheek smooshed into your chest.

he's calm.

the way you caressed his arms, humming a random song, he feels at home.

but the way your fingers glide over the matching tattoo he has with his brother, he can't help but shiver under your touch.

your nails scratch over the ink gently, sending a shiver up his spine.

he can't help it, but every time you map out every line, every turn..

he falls in love all over again.

the touch of your soft fingers compared to his calloused ones lulled him to sleep.

and that became his favorite way to fall.

in your arms, fingers gliding over the pigmented ink, and your sleepy eyes shimmering so brightly at him.

RAN was having the hardest day at work.

he came home mumbling little complaints here and there, not even acknowledging his pretty girl who's eyeing him intently.

you know these days are always the hardest for him.

so what's better than having him sprawled out over your body, laying gentle kisses on your soft skin?

he smiles, finally dumping his whole weight onto you.

he doesn't notice it at first.

but your fingers trailed lightly over the dark colored drawing inked into his skin.

his lets out a shaky sigh, mumbling into your chest about how it "feels good".

you chuckle at the vibrations of his voice, sending your chest a little tickle.

you continue.

dragging your fingers over the pretty lines on his arm.

mapping every single turn and twist, engraving it into your memory.

it doesn't take long for it to pull ran into the best nap he's ever had.

HANMA runs to you after beating the shit out of a random member of an opposing gang.

he runs to you, a big grin visible on his lips.

you roll your eyes, arms crossing over your chest while an uptight expression makes its way to your face.

you hated it when your boyfriend got into fights.

you hated it because he would run back to you, bruises covering his pretty face.

and you hated it because he would return with dark marks all over his knuckles.

he slumps his body over yours, dipping his head into the crook of your neck.

you were mad. of course you were. but how could you ever deny your sweet boy access to your affection?

you sigh, nudging him away gently before taking both his hands.

examining the dark bruises and small cuts, you frown.

bringing both hands up to your lips, you press a sweet kiss to each bruise and cut.

hanma watches you in awe, his heart swelling at the sight.

his heart swells even further at the way your thumb rubs against the dark color inked into the back of his hand.

you caress it gently, your finger following the trail of lines.

he definitely thinks he should start fights more often if that means he gets to see you trace over his tattoo over and over again.

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ranhaitanisgf · 4 months

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hi omg i'm so excited for you and your event you deserve the 2k!! could i request childhood friends to lovers with kazutora wherein reader is baji's sister and they fake date for awhile to fuck with their friends but then realize their feelings for each other? also angst to fluff maybe !! have a good one and take care<3

— kazutora hanemiya // childhood friends to lovers // fake dating

☆ ˎˊ˗ THIS WAS SOOO FUN TO WRITE OMG !! thank you for requesting for my event !! i hope you all enjoyyy xoxo

☆ ˎˊ˗ gn!reader

☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 1.8k+

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it was funny at first.

when you’d seen the look on keisuke’s face, you’d had to use an epic amount of strength to keep yourself from laughing, only allowing yourself to have a bit of an amused look as you held kazutora’s hand. he was having a harder time containing his laughter, his face looking like he was going to break at any point as keisuke stared at the two of you, his jaw almost unhinging from how far it was hanging open.

“you…you two…are dating?!” he spluttered, which made kazutora start to lose it.

it had been even funnier when you and kazutora had shown up to one of the toman meetings, your hand once again encased in his. the amount of utterly shocked faces from all your friends had the both of you losing it once again, which had made the deal seem entirely worth it.

that’s right. it was just a deal. a joke. the two of you were going to come clean soon and admit that it was all just to fuck with everyone. you would be able to laugh freely at their shocked faces, and you would all move on with your lives.

so why were you feeling so bitter right now?

you had come across the scene by a complete mistake; you had been just been running to the convenience store to grab some snacks for yourself and your brother, (he had insisted on needing more yakisoba stocked up). you didn’t even known that kazutora had been in the area, and now you were frozen in your tracks, looking at him from afar.

in front of the convenience store, he was holding a soda can in his hand, a plastic bag hanging from his arm. also hanging from his arm was a girl, the two of them talking with smiles on their faces as they seemed to be waiting for someone who was still inside the store. the girl was surprisingly close to kazutora, her body pressed up against his side, and you found it hard to recognize this boy who used to blush and stutter at the simple action of a girl talking to him.

he hadn’t seen you yet, so you were taking a moment to contemplate what to do. should you just go back home? no, why should you care about this? the two of you aren’t even dating, so it really doesn’t concern you at all. besides, why should you go back home when you haven’t done anything wrong?

you pulled the hood up on your sweater, pulling the hoodie strings so that most of your face was covered, leaving you with just a small amount of your vision.

when you passed by kazutora, he didn’t even take a second glance at you, completely ignoring you.

why would he talk to me?! i’m the one who made myself unrecognizable!!

you decided to put the confusing thoughts out of your mind, grabbing the snacks and packs of yakisoba, going up to the counter and quickly paying. with your bag of goodies in hand, you walked out of the store, noticing that kazutora and his little friend were nowhere to be seen.

you let out a sigh of relief, (why are you relieved?) and started your walk back home, loosening the strings on your hood a bit. your hand reached into the bag, shuffling around in it a bit before picking a bag of chips, taking it out and ripping the top open.

“yo.”

“ahh!” you screamed, hearing a voice in your ear. you turned around, closing your eyes and throwing the bag of chips at the person. when you opened your eyes, you realized that kazutora was in front of you, looking at you with a confused expression and your bag of chips in his hands, (how did a single chip not fall out?).

“your first reaction was to throw chips at me?” he questioned, taking a few steps to walk by your side as you grumbled, continuing your way home. “y’know, that’s not really a sound defense tactic.”

“shaddup. gimme that.” you muttered, snatching your bag of chips from him. you grabbed a few chips, shoving them in your mouth and crunching as the two of you walked.

feeling a stare on you, you glanced to the side, noticing how kazutora was looking at you with a quizzical expression.

“what.” you said flatly, staring back at him with a blank look. “you got somethin’ to say?”

“you seem pissed off.”

“do i? well, i’m fine.” you answered, continuing to munch on your chips.

“you don’t seem fine.” kazutora stated, his tone turning more serious. “what’s wrong? did someone do something to you? i can beat them up if you-”

“i just told you i’m fine. can you get off my case? shit, i just wanted to get snacks! is that a fucking crime?!” you snapped. “don’t you have to go hang out with your arm candy or something? just leave me alone!!” you started to walk a bit faster, starting to regret what you said the moment it came out of your mouth.

whatever. i’ll just go watch a drama and not think about this.

you felt kazutora grab your arm, trying to keep you from stopping. the action made you want to roll your eyes; why was he acting like this??

“hey! i just told you i-!” your words were left unsaid as you turned around, guilt suddenly rushing through you. kazutora was looking at you with tears in his eyes, and now that you were paying more attention, his grip on your arm was extremely loose, holding it as though you were made of porcelain.

“are you mad ‘cause you saw me with that girl? is it my fault?” he asked, his voice a bit shaky.

“n-no, it’s not your fault…shit, i’m sorry…” you apologized, sighing a bit. “i’m sorry i snapped at you, i was just…” you trailed off.

why were you so pissed off seeing kazutora with that girl?

“...just…” you continued, trying to find an explanation for your actions. “...” your silence continued as you stared at him, the boy waiting for an answer from you. his sad, golden gaze felt like it was forcing you to admit the truth to yourself as you continued to look at him, (why did he almost look like a kicked puppy?).

were you…jealous?

yes.

“i…don’t know. i’m sorry. just ignore everything i said.” you suddenly said. “i need to get home. okay. yes. i’m sorry, i’ll treat you to a meal soon as an apology, uhm, okay, bye-”

“are you jealous?”

you froze at kazutora’s words, your heart skipping a few beats as your jaw dropped.

his face had suddenly changed into a smug expression, the tears that were in his eyes a moment ago completely gone. the look in his eyes hadn’t changed, he was still uncertain, but you could tell that he knew he had hit the nail on the head.

“w-what?! why would i be jealous? we aren’t even dating for real!” you sputtered, trying to refute the accusation. “you could go and hang out with every girl in tokyo and i wouldn’t care!!”

“you wouldn’t? that hurts me, (y/n).” kazutora said, a frown on his face as he stepped a bit closer to you, pulling your hood down. “i don’t know that girl, though. she was getting away from a creep, so i pretended to be her boyfriend for a while.”

of course.

you felt shame course through you as you realized you had overreacted for nothing, and you now looked like an absolute freak. there was no way kazutora would ever talk to you ever again, not after you had snapped at him like that-

“i would care if you were hanging out with another guy.” kazutora suddenly said.

“what? why…?”

“because you’re mine. i like you.” you stared at him, your eyes damn near popping out of their sockets as you tried to figure out if he was playing with you or not. the look on his face and in his eyes didn’t change at all, staying serious and sincere as he looked back at you.

“you’re…not joking?” you hesitantly asked. kazutora shook his head, his hands moving to rest on top of your shoulders.

“i want…to date you. for real.”

“...really?”

“yes. these last few weeks…” kazutora sighed, shaking his head. “...it was a mistake to agree to fake date. i was just too scared to ask you out for real, so i thought that it was the closest i could get to actually dating you. i’m sorry…if you hate me, that’s fine, i just needed to tell you-”

“let me kiss you.”

“w-what?!”

“to see if you’re telling the truth.” you explained, putting on a confident front as you spoke. “if you’re lying, i’ll know it because you won’t kiss me. so, let me-mmph!” kazutora’s had suddenly moved from your shoulders to the back of your neck, pulling you towards him as his lips crashed into yours.

your shock kept you from doing anything for a moment, but after your moment of shock was over, your hands immediately moved to cup his cheeks. you closed your eyes, embracing the feeling of kazutora’s soft lips on your own, gently moving as he kissed you deeper.

you felt disappointed when he pulled away, though you suppose you were okay with the two of you staying this close together.

“do you believe me now?” he asked earnestly.

“yes…” you answered, still feeling a bit shocked at everything that had happened, (should you thank keisuke for bothering you to go and get yakisoba?).

“good. lemme walk you home now, it’s getting kinda late.” kazutora said, smiling softly at you. his hands released from the back of your neck, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before grabbing one of your hands from his face, interlocking your fingers and beginning to walk.

the two of you walked for a minute or two in silence, which you felt grateful for since you were still trying to process what had just happened.

did that really just happen?! ohhh my god…

“by the way, you didn’t answer my question.” kazutora suddenly piped up, looking at you.

“what question?”

“i asked if you wanted to date. for real, not fake.”

“...shouldn’t you already have your answer?” you asked. “i don’t just let anybody kiss me, y’know.”

“well, i’d hope not.” kazutora responded, pouting a bit. “i would be hurt if you did.” you rolled your eyes at his dramatic behavior.

“riiight, because i’m the type of person who would actually do that…you’re so dramatic. i could almost think that you were fake crying earlier or something!” you joked. there was silence from kazutora, and when you looked at him, you immediately recognized his ‘oh shit’ face. “wait…were you actually fake crying earlier?!”

“uh…” you gaped at him while he avoided eye contact.

“are you serious?! what’s wrong with you!!”

“well, you’re the one who was yelling at me…”

“that doesn’t matter!! at least i wasn’t faking it!!” you argued, shaking your head. “seriously…you’re an emotional terrorist or something…”

“but i’m your emotional terrorist!”

“...you’re supposed to use that with an endearing term like ‘idiot’, not emotional terrorist.”

“...sorry.”

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sungie · 2 years

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GIVING THE TOKREV CHARACTERS FLOWERS

includes: ran, rindou, kazutora, hanma, inui, kokonoi, chifuyu, mitsuya, sanzu, naoto

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HAITANI RAN

“Stop looking at me like that,” you frown, “just close your eyes.”

And Ran knows he should be good and listen. But there’s something so amusing about doing the opposite of what you want, and before he knows it, he’s peering into your face with a lazy smirk.

“Aw, c’mon. I know you want me, (Y/N). There’s no need to be so ashamed.”

A warning look flashes across your face.

Ran sighs. He backs up, lanky posture surely making his movements all the more comical, with his hands held in easy surrender. “Alright, alright.” He makes a show of closing his eyes, although there’s a thin sliver of light he lets breach past his lashes. “There. Happy?”

Apparently not.

He laughs as you press his eyelids shut yourself.

So cute.

He leans into your touch, intuitively chasing your wrist to press light kisses to your skin. “Hurry up, baby. You, of all people, know I don’t like being kept waiting.”

“So impatient,” you sigh, brushing a wisp of lavender hair from his forehead. “Hold out your hands.”

It can’t hurt to push a little more, can it?

“It’s not my hand that needs attention,” Ran tries, only for you to scold him.

“You’re so annoying, Haitani.”

Despite your irritated facade, Ran hears the affection behind your voice. Hears the playful lilt behind “Haitani”, feels the gentle way you uncurl his fingers from his palm. Feels the kiss you press to his cheek (which, from his long-exposure to hook-up culture should mean nothing) warms his heart–embarrassingly, so.

“There. You can look now.”

What’s so special about this gift that his eyes need to be closed? He starts to grin slyly, only to blink at the roses in his hand.

“You got me flowers?”

“Nice observation, asshole.”

Ran looks up to see you grinning, nearly bubbling over with excitement. “Like them?”

Not only are you cute; you’re also a thief. Ran tries demanding his air back, tries summoning the words that come so easily, but he’s left standing in front of you with stunned eyes and a flush carefully creeping up his cheeks.

“You really love me, don’t you?” He tries, scraping at old pick-up lines to save his skin.

“Silly. I’ve always loved you, Ran.”

His mouth parts. You’ve … never said it back before.

He slings an arm over his face, embarrassed at the vulnerability overshadowing his silvertongue.

“Don’t,” he mumbles, only to feel your hands tugging at his. “Told you already. I’m no good for you.”

“Don’t hide.” The lilt in your voice nearly resembles his. “Want to see your pretty face, Ran.”

That does it. He scowls. “You’re so dead.”

“Only if you catch me, first!”

HAITANI RINDOU

“For you!”

Rindou stares at the flowers in your hands. He feels the exact moment that giddy, i'm-on-top-of-the-world dopamine boost from teasing you drains away, leaving him speechless.

Leaves him floored into something else entirely, something he just can’t place his finger on.

He blinks slowly, eyes traveling from the wildflowers to the expression across your face.

“For me?” And ugh. He doesn’t mean for his voice to sound so quiet.

Guilt wraps its hands around his throat and squeezes hard. He kicks himself internally.

Because he hates the way your outstretched hand starts trembling, and he knows it’s all from the silence stretching tendrils in spaces everywhere between the two of you.

At your careful nod, Rindou feels his heart soften.

You got flowers for him? Someone like him?

It’s something so sweet–unexpectedly so. He doesn’t know how to react.

Ran never taught him anything like this, but he wracks his mind for knowledge anyso: how to respond when the person you love gets you flowers?

Don’t mess up, don’t mess up, don’t mess up.

He’s taking too long. And then, in that same quiet voice: “Did you pick them?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, eyes downcast. “I wasn’t sure if you liked flowers. Really, Rin, it’s okay if you don’t–”

“I want them.”

The certainty in his voice surprises him. It’s funny–the thought of you taking those flowers away irks him more than not knowing what to do.

He steps closer, hand gently cradling your neck as he presses you into his chest, his chin resting atop your head. “They’re purple.”

“I thought of you because they’re your–”

“–favorite color,” Rindou finishes. The realization makes him sigh. “You.” He rubs gentle circles into your skin. “You’re gonna be the end of me.”

As you clutch the lapels of his suit and lean closer to his chest, Rindou wraps his arms around your waist. He presses a kiss to your hairline. “Thank you,” he whispers. “I love them.”

“Really?”

“Really. I think,” he murmurs, suddenly shy, “I think I’ll show them off at work. Show everyone how lucky I am. Think they’ll look nice next to my window?”

The happiness radiating from you at his words makes his face scrunch. You’re turning him soft, aren’t you? Strangely, he doesn’t seem to mind.

HANEMIYA KAZUTORA

“People buy each other flowers?” Kazutora mumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I don’t think so. Might just be something in the movies.”

Out the corner of his eye, he watches you furrow your brow.

“Really? You’ve never seen couples give each other flowers?” You tilt your head. “You know, like tokens of affection?”

“Nope.” Kazutora hopes this conversation ends soon. An itchy sort-of-feeling begins consuming him–you’re about to drop something over his eyes, he just knows it. “None of my friends got any game.”

“Your parents?”

Ah. There it is.

Kazutora looks to the side, darkly. “My father doesn’t deserve flowers.” And then, under his breath, “especially not from my mother.”

He shrugs, turning to you casually. “What about you? People get you any flowers?”

The sad expression on your face makes him wince. Half-of-him wants to reach out and take your hands: apologize, get on his knees for forgiveness, convince you there’s nothing to be upset about.

The other-half … he won’t speak it out loud.

“Once or twice,” you say, quietly, “but let’s not talk about it anymore.”

And he doesn’t. You don’t.

Not until now.

Kazutora wonders why the voice calling him now sounds so familiar. Nostalgia, huh?

The way you tumble out the car to rush toward him feels strangely cliche. But he doesn’t mind. Not really. Not when he melts into your arms after years of no-contact. Not when he breathes in and you smell just like he remembers–but better, he thinks–“your shampoo,” he murmurs, into your hair, “it smells nice.”

What are you … what are you doing here? He doesn’t want to let you go.

Your laughter in his ears sounds heavenly. “I remember you liked it. I went down memory lane trying to remember what brand it was.”

Kazutora’s eyes widen. “You did that, for me?”

“Of course, I did. You mean a lot to me.” With that, you gently press a handful of yellow tulips into his hands. “These are for you.”

Kaztuora looks at the flowers in stunned stupor. “What?” The words feel slow to form. He’s buffering, literally. Just glances at you in shock, hoping you can somehow tell what he’s feeling. Lucky for him, he thinks you do.

“I don’t know if you remember,” you start, “but we talked about flowers when we were kids.” Your face softens. “So, I wanted to get you some.”

Is that look … is it because of him?

He feels his eyes watering, feels his lips trembling. He hugs you tighter, burying his head in your shoulder.

“I missed you,” he blurts out, like it’s the only thing he can say. “I really … missed you. You know that, right?”

The fond smile tugging at your mouth makes his heart warm. Everything feels softer, in your arms. God. He missed this.

HANMA SHUJI

“What’s this?” Hanma teases, towering over you. “Some fucker got you flowers?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, only snatches them out your grasp to examine them closer. And he won’t admit it, would never, but the very thought of someone sweeping you off your feet fills him with absolute disgust.

“You like this sort of stuff?” He turns to you, curious. “I’d treat you right, sweetheart. Get you flowers like this every day. Give me a chance, how ‘bout it?”

Why are you sighing, now?

You step on his foot, hard. “Shuji.”

“I like that. ‘Shuji’. Sounds nice coming from you. Say it again.”

“You’re such an ass. I wanted to give those to you myself.”

Hanma stares at you, stunned. He isn’t fast enough to catch himself, not nearly, but he quickly eases a charming smile out his lips. “Can’t ever assume things with you, huh?” He grins, nudging your chin up. “I like it. You’re mine, now.”

“Nope.”

Hanma’s pleased to see the same wicked expression reflected right at him.

“I would be,” you continue, “but you stole those flowers from me.”

“So? You wanna teach me manners, now?”

“So, you’re mine.”

Oh … he gets it now. You’re tricky.

Hanma chuckles, then throws his head back in laughter. He regards you with an appraising look.

“Alright,” he says, softly, dangerously, running his thumb against your bottom lip. “I could get used to it.” His grip against your chin wanders down to your neck. “You really won’t be mine?”

“No,” you repeat, and Hanma thinks you’re much too pleased with yourself, “this is more fun.”

“Okay, I’ll play along.” His hand tightens; a mischievous warning. “I’m yours … for now.”

INUI SEISHU

Inui wakes to flowers tickling his cheek. A subtle hint of blue in his vision. He blinks to a bouquet resting atop your nightstand, still fresh and wrapped in plastic.

He frowns. It wasn’t there the night before; he’s sure of it.

“(Y/N)?” He walks into your kitchen, gingerly holding the flowers.

Lilacs, he thinks. Pretty like you. One second; he’s fine. In fact, you should vase them. They might start to wilt.

But … when did you have the time to get these? He isn’t sure. He knows, for a fact, you fell asleep first last night. And normally, you don’t wake much earlier than eight.

His eyes fall to the tag. Times New Roman font. I love you.

It’s 8:15.

Uneasiness creeps into him and stabs everywhere it touches. Someone else bought these for you. Who got you these?

Kitchen-sounds and something warm sizzling on the stove.

A cold feeling sinks its way through his bones. As soon as he meets your gaze, Inui feels the heaviness, all at once. It starts like pendulum swinging. Emotion off; smile forced; breath held.

“Hey, who’s this from?”

Your gaze alternates between the flowers and him with perplexion. “Me?”

Inui follows your gaze, glancing down at the bouquet. He can’t stop the hurt wincing across his features. Not heartless enough, he thinks. “You got yourself a bouquet that says, ‘I love you’?”

If possible, the look upon your face turns even more confused. “What?” Your eyes sweep across his face.

You don’t look like you’re lying.

All at once, your lips pursue in realization. You’re setting things aside, quickly rushing toward him to cup his face in your palms.

Despite it all, Inui melts into your hold. Your skin feels so soft against his.

“Oh no, Shu. I got them for you.”

Oh. The tension hollows from his shoulders like reverberation from a plucked violin string.

He looks down at the bouquet again, then at your genuine expression. Guilt fills all spaces until it’s the only thing he can think of. Only thing he can feel.

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbles. “I thought.” He can’t bring himself to finish.

How could he think something so awful? You’re not Koko. He needs to get it through his head.

“No,” you interrupt, gently brushing a lock of hair behind his ear, “don’t apologize.” The sincere look in your eyes makes him weak in the knees. “I should’ve added your name.”

Your arms wrap around his waist. “Seishu, look at me.”

He obliges, lip wobbling despite his attempts to smile.

“There’s only you. I promise.”

“I don’t want you to think I don’t trust you,” he whispers. “I do. I just. I just–”

“It’s easy to feel like you’re the wrong person?”

How do you know that?

You're already resting your hand against his neck, a gentle nudge to guide his head to the crook of your shoulder. You press a kiss to his temple. “Love you, Seishu. Love you so much.”

KOKONOI HAJIME

“You weren’t supposed to buy me flowers,” Kokonoi scolds, fussing with the scarf around your neck. “I already told you not to empty your wallet on me. Don’t you listen?”

The laugh from your lips sounds heavenly. You wrap your arms around his waist with a beam. “Don’t worry, Koko. I stole them.”

If possible, Kokonoi thinks his eyes might pop out their sockets. “You what?” He sighs, affectionately smushing your cheeks together with his palms. “Tell me why you decided to go and do something so stupid.”

You laugh gleefully. “I just borrowed them from my neighbor. They steal tangerines from me all the time, so I thought I’d return the favor. That’s all.”

Kokonoi can’t deny the smirk spreading across his lips. He shakes his head, lightly swatting the flowers against your face. “And what am I supposed to do with stolen goods? You got collateral for me?” He presses a kiss to the spot in between your eyes. “What if those neighbors hunt me down and demand them back? What then?”

“So many questions, Koko.” You hug him tighter, stepping even closer. “You can admire them? Smell them? Think about them late at night when I’m not with you and ja–”

Kokonoi groans. “You’re done.”

“Wait, wait! And I’ll get you more flowers. I’ll get you so many flowers you get tired of them. And next time I won’t steal them, I’ll just use your money–”

“That’s … also stealing,” Kokonoi interjects dryly. “From me.”

You flick his earring. “Anyway, what about me? What do I get for being such a nice person?”

He sighs, rolling his eyes. “Always an ulterior motive with you, hm?” He presses his lips to your forehead, clutching the flowers closer to his chest. “Now get off me.”

“Don’t want to.”

Kokonoi grumbles underneath his breath. He wraps his arm around your waist, then readjusts the two of you so he can easily access the kitchen counter. “Your loss. Guess you really won’t be getting anything.”

He slips the flowers into a vase, carefully adjusting the blossoms as they fall into the glass. He knows you’re watching, knows sentimentality softens the edges of his eyes, but he can’t bring himself to wipe away that sweet smile gently tugging at his lips. In fact, he doesn’t want to.

MATSUNO CHIFUYU

Chifuyu blinks as you lightly bop him on the head with a bouquet. That isn’t for him, is it?

He stares at you blankly, but based on the knowing grin on your face, he knows he’s shit at concealing the excitement bubbling behind his casual front.

“For you, ‘fuyu!”

He won’t lie, he imagined a moment like this before. A younger him gazing at the portrait of his late-father, belatedly wondering if his mother got him flowers before he passed. She must’ve … right? He hopes so. Wondering if he’d get flowers, one day, too.

Now staring back at you, he pretends to wave them off, partaking in some dance around lightly refusing the gift until it’s finally socially acceptable for him to take them off your hands.

“You didn’t have to,” Chifuyu starts, but he knows he’s smiling far too much to look any-sort of humble. “Are you sure you don’t want them?”

“Chifuyu,” you laugh, “I think you’ll explode if I keep them from you any longer.” You push the flowers back into his hands, placing yours on top of his. “It’s a gift. For you.”

He feels like floating. Or something. It feels like he is. Is he? Chifuyu knows he shrugged off the possibility of romance for so long, and now that it’s finally happening, it doesn’t quite feel real.

You’re talking now. Lips moving, sweet voice saying something he struggles to conceptualize. “–got them from the farmer’s market, and I thought of you because–”

Chifuyu can’t help it. He hugs you tightly with one arm, making sure to keep the flowers out of squishable-reach.

“You’re the best. Like, actually the best.” He already knows the perfect place for them. He’ll split the bouquet in half, put one-half in a vase near his bedside table, the other on his dining table.

“It’s a bouquet of baby’s breath,” you continue, cheeks smushed into his chest. “I thought they’d look pretty in your apartment. Plus, they’re my favorite, and I wanted to give you something I love.”

Chifuyu doesn’t think you can make him any happier. Can you feel his heart? It’s so warm. Just for you. All for you.

“Let me return the favor, yeah?” He plucks a flower from the bouquet and nervously tucks it behind your ear. “I want to give something to the person I love.”

MITSUYA TAKASHI

“You sure know how to sweep a guy off his feet,” Mitsuya teases, holding the flowers close to his chest. “Really pulling out all the stops, too.”

It’s cute, watching you try to quell the embarrassment surely arising from his words. “No,” you try, putting on a brave face, “just wanted to do something nice. No big deal.”

“Ah,” Mitsuya grins, “that’s a shame. Was gonna ask you to dinner tomorrow night.”

You nearly whine, pressing your hands to your face. “Oh my god, you’re so–agh.”

“You see,” he continues, almost smugly, “there’s this person who just got me flowers. My favorite, actually. I really like them, but they just see me as a friend.”

He gently tilts your chin up, to face him. “Said they were just doing something nice, by giving me these flowers. But they’re so cute. Despite what they say, I’ve got a feeling they might like me back. Think I’ve still got a chance?”

Your mouth parts. You stare at him incredulously, then nod shakily. “I think you’ve always had a chance.”

Mitsuya can’t stop the smile that crosses his face. It’s bright, maybe a little too bright, but he can’t help it.

“Alright,” he says, and he’s amazed he’s still got his cool, because his heart feels like it’s about to fly out his chest, “tomorrow at five. I’ll pick you up.”

And before you leave, he’s running back to you, reaching for your hand. “Wait.”

The hopeful look you send him makes him flush, and he grins cheerfully. “I’ll be getting you flowers next time. Just you wait.”

SANZU HARUCHIYO

“Gotta throw these fucking weeds out, Haitani.” Sanzu picks up a bouquet on the center-table with two fingers. “Gross. Did Valentine's Day come early, or some shit?”

He doesn’t miss the deadpanned stare you send his way. “Haruchiyo, those are roses.”

“So? It’s July.”

Haitani Ran appears out of nowhere to snatch the bouquet from his grasp. “Get your fucking hands off,” he warns, “those are mine. Don’t touch what isn’t yours.”

“Sore spot?” Sanzu raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “Didn’t know you were such a sentimentalist.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ran glowers, clutching the roses possessively to his chest. “Get outta my sight.”

“You’ll regret that.” He steps toward Ran, only pausing when your hand tugs against his suit.

“C’mon,” you murmur. “He’s ugly. Isn't worth it.”

Sanzu’s hand immediately wraps around your waist, tugging you flush to him. “Let’s dip,” he mutters lowly into your ear, “Can’t stand him.”

Out in fresh air, he runs a hand through his hair. “What’s the big deal?” He turns to you. “Never thought he’d get so worked up over nothing.”

You sigh, reaching for his hand. “Should’ve done this sooner, huh?”

“Done what?” The look on his face nearly resembles a pout. “You know something I don’t? If you’re keeping secrets with Haitani, I won’t be happy.”

“So jealous,” you sigh, covering his eyes. “Don’t peek and wait here. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“Whatever,” Sanzu mutters, “just come back soon.” He watches you disappear into a shop, then waits outside, scuffing the sidewalk with the soles of his shoes.

You reappear in front of him with a giddy smile. “Look, aren’t these pretty?”

Sanzu blinks, bewildered at the bouquet of pink flowers in your hands. “What the hell is this?”

The laugh creases against your eyes. You swat him, lightly. “They’re peonies. Wanna know what they mean?”

“No.”

You tell him anyway. “Love, beauty, happiness.”

Sanzu scoffs, rolling his eyes. “You don’t need flowers to confirm that. I could’ve told you that myself.” He straightens up, tugging you closer to him. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” He flicks your cheek. “There. Next time you’re feeling sad, just ask.”

“No,” you laugh. You brush a lock of hair behind his ear. “Got these for you, baby.” The sweet look on your face makes him flush. “You’re beautiful and make me happy.”

Sanzu scowls. He snatches the flowers before you can finish, simultaneously wrapping his arm around your waist just so his face can’t be seen clearly by you.

“Let’s go,” he grumbles, “you’re the fucking worst.”

He doesn’t allow you to mention the bright blush lighting up his cheeks, or the stupid smile tugging at his lips as the two of you head home.

TACHIBANA NAOTO

Naoto sighs, eyes half-lid and exhausted. He leans back in his chair, loosely unbuttoning his collar with one hand as he thinks of the amount of overtime he plans to put in this week.

There’s still so much to cover, and with Takemichi wandering around somewhere in the past, Naoto needs to learn everything, just in case.

A knock sounds on his door.

Naoto barely reacts. “What is it?”

You peer through the door, eyes widening as you take in his appearance. “Sorry, am I bothering you?”

Naoto straightens back up, attentive. “Not at all.”

He glances at your state in concern. “It’s late. Go home. I told you to rest and take care of yourself.”

His words must ignite something in you, because you huff in irritation and walk straight to his desk. “You’re one to talk, Tachibana. You look like you’ll pass out on us anyday, now.”

Your check his forehead temperature, mutually concerned. “You’re burning up. Come on, go home.”

He blinks, stunned. “That’s not important.” But he can’t deny it; he’s softening into your touch. Your skin feels so cool against his. Relief he didn’t know he needed. Didn't know he wanted.

“Alright,” your face sets in determination. “I’ll go home when you go home.”

Naoto’s eyes widen. “No–”

“–yes. You’re sick, I’m telling you.” You shift, bashfully. “Anyway, I didn’t come here to nag you.”

With a breath for bravery and the sweetest smile tugging at your lips, you quickly push a bundle of flowers into his face. “For you!” you say, already on your way out. “Don’t work too hard, Tachibana.”

You got him flowers?

They’re gorgeous. Are they really … for him?

“Wait,” he starts, pushing past his desk to grab the sleeve of your wrist, “wait, please.” He holds the flowers gingerly, almost fearful he’ll do something wrong, hold them wrong, maybe? Is that a thing? He isn’t sure. “I appreciate it, but what for?”

“You’re always working so hard,” you murmur, clearly embarrassed, “so I wanted to get you something small. Don’t forget to take care of yourself, too.”

Naoto’s smiling. It starts in his eyes, but even he can’t help the expression from softening his normally heavy-set features. Do you realize you’ve mirrored his words? It’s sweet. Cute, even.

“Alright,” he says, eyes twinkling, “one hour. Get whatever you need done, and then we’re both going home.”

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saetoru · 2 years

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kazutora promising “just the tip” in the back of the pet shop when you’re visiting but that really means he’s fucking you until you walk out with his cum trailing down your legs

JUST THE TIP — HANEMIYA KAZUTORA.

☰ CONTENTS ⋮ nsfw and 18+, afab! reader, needy kazutora, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

— notes ⋮ and then chifuyu walks in and he joins 😻

“not here, are you crazy?” you whisper yell at kazutora, one hand laying itself on his chest to keep him in place as he pushes you against the wall of the storage room. it’s too easy to read him, too easy know exactly what he wants, and the hazy look in his eyes is just another hint at what you already know. you should stop this before it goes any further, you think.

but it’s too late—you can feel him poke through his jeans, prodding at your thigh, and he’s nothing if not persistent.

“baby, please,” he groans, hands gripping your waist tight, pinning you in place as you bite your lip before shaking your head—you almost open your mouth to tell him off, but he beats you by just a second. and then he says those words…those very tempting words. “just the tip, i swear,” he says desperately, voice almost a whine, “j-just gotta feel you—just a little.”

kazutora’s eyes are as tempting as the devil’s whisper over your shoulder, like saccharine words that promise you everything you want, pushing you to give into desires you know you shouldn’t indulge.

but then he kisses up your jaw, and your resolve weakens a little, and you fall right into the honeyed trap of his eyes.

“but we’re in the middle of the store,” you reason, but your legs are already spreading as his hands wander past your waistband. he hums at the wetness already pooled at your core, pulling away just as he teases over your clit, pulling a harsh glare from you.

“we’re in the back of the store,” he grins cheekily, “no one comes here, it’s employees only—”

“and what if chifuyu comes looking—”

“i’ll be quick,” he whines, head digging into your shoulder, a soft little kiss landing on the skin before he suck’s slowly, making you melt in his arms just a bit more. “so quick—please baby, jus’ wanna feel you.”

“just the tip,” you remind him—though it’s a bit of a warning, “okay?”

“fuck, yeah…yeah, just the tip,” he agrees, all too quick to unbuckle his belt and slip his pants halfway down his legs, exposing his hardened cock. you eye the flushed pink of his tip, the small bead of pre cum that leaks from his slit, the way his eyes close and his jaw slacks as he lets out a shaky little breath when he strokes himself for a moment.

and when you feel the way your walls clench around nothing as you watch, feeling painfully empty without him fucking you full, something tells you just the tip won’t be enough.

“tora,” you huff, glaring at him petulantly, “you are always so full of bad ideas.”

he doesn’t seem to care, doesn’t even hesitate as he pulls you into a needy kiss, groaning against your mouth as his fingers loop around the edge of your pants and pull them down your legs, two fingers sinking knuckle deep past your folds as they curl into you. his palm rolls over your clit as he bullies his digits into you slowly, lips kissing you in a messy clash of teeth and tongue as you whine against his mouth.

your walls flutter around his fingers, warm and tight—and suddenly, he doesn’t think think he can keep up with the previous agreement anymore. and how can you expect him to? how can he be satisfied with so little when you’re right here, perfect and pretty and so, so ready for him to take you.

“fuck—i can’t,” he breathes against your mouth, “need more than that, please. please? swear it’ll be okay—nothing’s gonna happen, we won’t get caught—”

“tora jus’ need you inside already,” you whine, cutting him off and pleasing for more yourself. you don’t need anymore convincing—you don’t even care about your earlier worries anymore, not when there’s only one thing you want—one thing you need.

“sh-shit, okay,” he mumbles. you gasp as his fingers leave you—but it’s not long until the head of his cock is sliding up and down your folds, pulling a quiet whimper from you as his tip rubs over your clit. he slides into you slowly, inch by inch as his hand grabs onto the plush of your thigh and guides it around his waist, bottoming out with a low groan. “fuck, so good, baby—feel so good. so fuckin’ tight,” he rambles, hips slowly rolling as he thrusts into you.

“t-tora,” you cry, hand clutching to his shirt, fisting the fabric as you pull him closer, your own hips desperately bucking to meet every snap of his. “more, need more—”

“i know,” he pants, gasping as you squeeze around him when he lands a particularly harsh thrust, fat tip kissing your sweet spot perfectly. “i know, i know—me too,” and almost instantly, his hips slam into you harsher, rougher, deeper.

you mewl as he hikes your leg higher up his waist, angling to hit your spot as his thumb rolls over your clit. and you should be quiet—should keep it down as much as you can so it’s not obvious just how unprofessional he’s being right now. but the slight furrow of his brows as his face twists with pleasure and the soft moans make the last thread of your composure snap, and you throw your head back against the wall as you whimper his name.

“close, ‘m close tora, g-gonna—”

“not yet, baby,” he kisses your cheeks soothingly, panting against your ear as his head buries itself into your neck. your arms wrap around his neck, pulling his body flush against yours as your chests collide—and by now, his hips are just barely rolling, his cock dragging against your folds, pace sloppy as he feels his orgasm build up. “cum with me—please. gonna fill you up nice ‘n f-full—”

“yes, please—need it,” you cut him off with a sob, and he curses under his breath, the last of his composure slipping as he lets out a wanton moan, cock slamming into you roughly as his thumb rubs circles onto your clit faster.

“c’mon,” he grunts, “‘m close—cum for me.”

and just his words are enough to push you off the edge, walls spasming around his aching length as you cum, nails digging into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt. his forehead presses against yours, lips on yours as you pant against each other’s mouths, yours spilling soft whimpers as he fucks you through your high.

“‘s good,” you slur, breath ragged as your chest rises and falls erratically. “so good—fuck, tora.”

and just as you clamp down on him again, he lets out a broken gasp into your neck, rutting into your wet folds, a mess of your slick and his cum running down your thighs. you feel his cock throb with each rope of cum, balls slapping against you with every roll of his hips.

“fuck, fuck, fuck—so good, feels so good. perfect, my perfect baby,” he babbles into the crook of your neck, cutting himself off with a whine. his breath tickles your skin as he pants, finishing with one final thrust before he slumps his figure against yours.

your hand weakly strokes through his hair as you catch your breaths together—and then you gently smack his shoulder.

“just the tip,” you mock his voice, scowling. “if you’re gonna cause this much trouble every time i stop by—”

“tora just need you,” he mocks back, huffing as he pulls away. he takes in your fucked out appearance—eyes raking over the sweat on your skin and the marks on your neck, and suddenly blush creeps his face just a little. “you look good,” he breathes.

“and you have work,” you snort, pecking his lips softly.

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youatemylollipop · 1 year

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What types of girls do u think the tokrev boys would like (separately), what type would u match the up with?

A/N: Not quite sure if I had understood your questions correctly, but here’s a list of TR boys and their dream girls based on my interpretation of your request.

Ft: Haitani Ran, Hanemiya Kazutora, Matsuno Chifuyu, Mitsuya Takashi & Sano Manjirō (Tokyo Revengers).

Part Two: Haitani Rindō, Hitto Kakuchō & Terano South ➵ Tokyo Revengers

Haitani Ran

➵ I can imagine our little Wednesday Addams being interested in two types of girls.

➵ The first type would be the “high-maintenance” type, obviously someone with a lot of demands and requirements that he cannot meet.

➵ She would be confident with a very high self-esteem and probably very fashionable, walking with her chin held high as if she owned the place.

➵ She would be mischievous and flirtatious, but still loyal.

➵ People would sometimes wonder who the bigger player was between the two before they started dating.

➵ The second type that I can see him being interested in is the quiet and reserved type.

➵ However, she still needs to have high standards and be confident in herself.

➵ The fashionista aspect is not that important, but there has to be something that caught his attention.

➵ If anyone has watched the series "The Queen's Gambit," then you must be familiar with the main heroine, Beth Harmon.

➵ When I say reserved, that's the type of reserved that I truly mean.

➵ The one who seems very shy, only to be interpreted as the incarnation of Satan once she's spoken her mind.

➵ Which could also be seen as the “freak behind closed doors” type.

Hanemiya Kazutora

➵ The "a literal angel" type is the kind of girl that our little banana boy is drawn to.

➵ He wouldn't be interested in just any girl, however.

➵ The only type that would catch his eye is one who is exceptionally gentle and patient, with a natural inclination towards helping others.

➵ The kind of person who can't walk past someone in need without offering a helping hand.

➵ Her kindness is not performative, but instead comes from a genuine desire to make the world a better place.

➵ Sometimes I wonder if this girl even exists.

➵ Someone who is very shy and sweet.

➵ She might have a tendency to blush when she's happy or flustered, which only makes her more endearing.

➵ Her voice is soft and soothing, the kind that could calm anyone down with just a few words.

➵ Can also be referred to as the "can't even hurt a fly" type. But to our banana boy, she is so much more than that.

➵ She is an angel in human form, a symbol of everything that is good and pure in the world.

Matsuno Chifuyu

➵ The "extreme badass" type.

➵ While Chifuyu is the type of guy who can get along with different kinds of people, he is instantly drawn to the badass type.

➵ He just thinks that she's so cool and can't help but admire her.

➵ I swear to god! This boy is such a big simp!

➵ Pretty much like Baji, she can be unhinged and have serious mood swings.

➵ She can also be very sweet and bubbly.

➵ However, she's still the cool-headed and collected type of girl who manages to dominate any man she meets.

➵ Her aura is warm and inviting, but also cold and haughty.

➵ Blunt. Extremely blunt, but also surprisingly mature.

➵ She probably reminds him of a stray cat in a way, which is mostly because of her tendencies to go missing for a few days.

➵ Because of this strange combination of characteristics she can also be seen as the “self-contradicting” type.

➵ Overall, she is a walking oxymoron whom any other person would have problems getting along with.

➵ Well… anybody but Chifuyu.

Mitsuya Takashi

➵ Mitsuya would probably be attracted to two types of girls.

➵ The first is the “mother-like” type.

➵ One who is extremely mature, sweet, and caring.

➵ She is excellent with children and takes school very seriously.

➵ She’s a good cook and his sisters love her.

➵ Very hardworking to the point that he sometimes has to ensure that she is not overworking herself.

➵ She can also be seen as the “selfless” type because she tends to place others’ needs before her own.

➵ He would like her because they share a lot of common ground in their interests and values.

➵ The second type is the “she-devil” type.

➵ She’s mischievous and loves to fluster him on a daily basis.

➵ Makes sure to flirt with him and send him compliments and is very bold in showing her attraction.

➵ Still very good with kids and enjoys teasing him a lot.

➵ I think this would be seen as the opposites attract trope due to Mitsuya’s constant need to be like a parental figure for his sisters.

Sano Manjirō

➵ The “too strange for this world” type.

➵ When our little taiyaki (as well as dorayaki) lover had met her, she had immediately piqued his interest.

➵ Because it's a well-known fact that Mikey doesn't get interested in 'ordinary' people.

➵ She had most likely said something utterly ridiculous or done something weird.

➵ And even if she didn't, she probably has a unique sense of fashion that makes her stand out from the crowd.

➵ Typically, she's the type of girl who has an odd way of thinking, and most people can't grasp what she means.

➵ Mikey obviously finds her amusing.

➵ The “dreamer” is the other type that Mikey would most likely get attracted to.

➵ She is the one who has been held hostage by her overly strict parents and wishes for her prince charming to whisk her away.

➵ Or rather, her knight in shining armor, because let's face it, Mikey is nowhere near as sophisticated as a prince is supposed to be.

➵ But it doesn't matter, as long as he’s that somebody that’ll 'show her the world', take her on various adventures, and save her from monsters—or the evil wizard/witch that has been keeping her in confinement.

➵ As you can see, she is the biggest romantic on earth, and Mikey finds it adorable and would happily bring some new colors to shower her world with.

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strawberrynightmare · 7 months

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Chifuyu, Kazutora, Yuzuha, Sanzu & Kakucho celebrating their s/o's birthday

Content warning: A tiny little bit of violence

Chifuyu

~Baby.

~He’ll literally show up in the evening of the day prior with a full backpack and announce that you’re having a sleepover. He’s already brought mangas, food, his hoodie that you like…

~”What do you mean, ‘why, all of a sudden?’ It’s your birthday tomorrow! Which means that we’ve gotta celebrate as early as possible.” He began to unpack. “I wanna be the first to congratulate you on your birthday.”

~He’ll look at you with puppy eyes and pout until you agree.

~You’re gonna watch serials, do facemasks, eat snacks and read manga together. And it’s not even your birthday yet. And you bet he’ll absolutely spoil you. Like, each time you get up to do get yourself something to drink/eat or anything at all, he’s pressing down on your shoulders to get you back down and runs to get it for you even if you insist that it’s unnecessary. He’s having none of that.

~Somehow knows how to best keep you awake until midnight and starts counting as if it was a new year’s eve a few seconds before the clock strikes twelve. He’s even more excited than for the new year though. He’s actually screaming out the last few seconds and yells “HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE” when it’s finally time.

~After that, you soon begin to drowsy and end up falling asleep cuddled together with some movie playing in the background.

~Wakes up before you and makes you breakfast even though he’s already done enough 🥺

~DO NOT LET GO OF HIM. EVER.

~As for the rest of the day, he probably has everything planned. For the whole month before, he’d note down everything and everywhere you look at or mention and takes you there exactly. I feel like he’d make you a shirt with a cringe logo and then make himself a matching one and demand that the two of you wear it together.

~I feel like he’d collect things that remind him of you when he sees them, then puts them in a bag and give them to you. Your gift comes out as a gathering of different trinkets, each one charming and unique in their own way.

~Plans out so many amazing things but gets incredibly flustered when you thank him and claims that he didn’t even do anything.

~Gets the cake from your favourite bakery and treats you to anything else you want to eat. Literally makes you feel like the best person in the world and if you refuse to let him buy you stuff, he ignores you entirely and asks where do you want to go next.

~Panics if anything goes wrong or you even look not happy enough to him. Even if you’re just quietly enjoying yourself or do not mind a sudden change of plans at all.

~”I don’t care about where we go as long as we get to spend time together, Chifuyu.

~Ok now you broke him. He is malfunctioning, there is steam coming out of his ears and he’s completely red. Stands still in the middle of wherever you are and spends a good while with his face in his hands while you rub his back because god, he feels the same but now that you put it in words his heart is beating so fast it’s like he’s getting a positive heart attack more like happy heart syndrome and is going to die from happiness.

~Clings to you for the rest of the day. You come home exhausted, but content and fall asleep almost immediately.

~Marry him.

Kazutora

~You are spending your birthday with him and him alone. No buts. He’s gonna ensure that by coming to your house early in the morning. He’ll furiously ring the doorbell until you wake up, get up and open up.

~And just as you’re about to get mad because who the hell dares to wake you up at this ungodly hour, you’re greeted with the sight of your smiling boyfriend wishing you happy birthday with birthday cake in one hand and a bag with the other and you feel the anger escaping your body like air out of a balloon someone pricked with a needle.

~Your anger… He sure does know how to ease it. Suddenly you don’t even remember the reason for your annoyance.

~He’ll sing you happy birthday while you’re sitting on the sofa, still half asleep. And then he’ll hand you the bag with something expensive you’ve been eyeing during your last shopping trip.

“You didn’t steal this, right?”

“Right, Kazutora?”

(._.)

~Refuses to leave your side as if his life depended on it. Almost everywhere you go, he follows you. Someone could think that there’s an invisible string connecting him with you, not allowing him to separate himself from you further than three metres away.

~He’ll sit behind you and brush your hair while you get to eat cake for breakfast. After all, why not? He’s nowhere near strict enough to tell you to eat something healthy first. He says he doesn’t want anything to eat, but the moment you try to spoon-feed him, he’s suddenly starving.

~After you’re awake enough and finished with eating, he’ll drag you out. And it does not matter that you’re still in your pyjamas, he’ll say that it’s clothes like any other but he’ll wait for you to change if you insist.

~He probably bought tickets to barbie a movie you were hyped up for and he’ll take you to the cinema. Except he does not watch it at all and instead, he uses your distraction to stare at you all he wants, but then he genuinely gets invested in the story line and both of you leave with tears in your eyes and wobbly lips okay but imagine the both of you crying into the other’s arm and comforting each other while looking like absolute idiots

~So to calm down, you decide to go somewhere quiet and peaceful and settle for laying down on the grass of some park or a meadow and look at the sky and talk about everything that you can think about or just exist and decompose in complete silence. Or both. But of course, not without him gradually shifting closer to you until he’s completely glued to your side and nuzzling his head into your neck. You may or may not end up play-fighting with him because it’s your birthday and it should be you getting to cuddle him all you want. The solution is the two of you holding the other as close as possible, literally melting together.

~By the time you’re finished, the two of you will probably be hungry again so you go for a proper dinner in a bar for some soup™ and fries and you’re ready to go but not without him stealing food from your plate while looking you straight in the eye.

~I’ll be honest with ya, he probably called for an emergency meeting with Baji and Chifuyu a few days prior. They rushed to his house upon hearing how panicked and downright frantic he sounded. And what does it turn out to be? Him stressing out over his lover’s birthday. And so, they begin to combine the few brain cells they have left after beating him up a bit for worrying them and figure out where he can take you. It does take them a few hours, but Baji eventually figures out that… His friend should take you somewhere you like!

~It was actually Chifuyu who contacted Takemitchy and gave him clearer ideas.

~He silently thanks them as he sees you having fun during the day and coming home exhausted but happy. You two finish the day with cuddling together under a blanket and watching a movie, but you end up falling asleep midway.

~He’s a bit confused, but he’s got the spirit!

Yuzuha

~She’s pretty chill about it. Probably the chillest out of all of the people in this fic.

~Sets up a date on her calendar and casually asks you about what you would like for your birthday. She’s a straightforward person so a straightforward reply would be the most convenient for her, if you give it, she’ll give you just that with some small additions. If you’re not sure, she’ll opt for practical stuff she can actually picture you using, like a nice box, mouse pad, hairbrush and snacks.

~And she wouldn’t be all for celebrating on the exact day. She would send you wishes, yes, but for a full celebration, she’d probably schedule a saturday or a sunday so that you have lots of time to do nothing.

~She’ll show up at your door in the late morning with the present and ask if you want to hang out (the only correct answer is yes). If you have anywhere you want to go in particular, that’s where you’re going, if not, she’ll take you straight to her house.

~Hakkai was probably chased away beforehand and is now having his own sleepover with his Toman buddies.

~There will already be a few bowls with crisps, jelly, chocolates and cookies ready on the table. Make yourself comfortable because this will be the chillest day of your life.

~You’ll probably be binge watching a series you’ve been planning to watch for a long time, but there was never the right moment. Well, there is. Now. And she’ll probably use the opportunity to have an arm around your shoulders or waist as both of you comment your thoughts and theories about what’s gonna happen next.

~If you agree, she’ll play with/braid/brush your hair since she can never seem to get enough of it (which is totally not an excuse for her to have you sit on her lap. Not at all). It feels so relaxing to have her fingers graze your scalp, it might become hard to focus. Oce she’s done, she’ll rest her head on your shoulder and breathe in your scent.

~Surprisingly or not, Yuzuha does not mind gossiping. You might end up playing out little satire scenes to mock the demeanours of your teachers and annoying classmates. And it’s twice as fun since she’s both well oriented in ordinary stuff and gang oriented business as well.

~Don’t count on any proper meals when you can have pizza. Your girlfriend argues that since these are usually things people don’t eat because they don’t consider them healthy, now you can loosen up and do everything you usually wouldn’t allow yourself to.

~Same with going to sleep at a reasonable hour. You’re gonna get so invested in gaming together with her, you won’t even notice what hour this is until you glance at the clock and see 1am.

~You’d probably get a random idea to download some ikemen otome game and play it for fun while continuously making fun of the love interests and their cringe lines.

~You don’t really “go” to sleep, rather, one of you dozes off at some point and the other turns off the devices and lays next to them. You aren’t necessarily cuddling, but you sure as hell are touching each other in some way.

Sanzu

~According to his heroic/failure story, as a gift, he’ll probably beat up some people you dislike, shave off their hair and present them to you, records as he pushes them down the stairs or makes them write a 2 000 word essay on how they are shitty people, apologise for it at least ten times and say that they were wrong while begging for forgiveness while he holds a knife to their throat. They probably won’t know who they are apologising to in the first place since he doesn’t want to get you in trouble.

~Whether you like it or not is up to you 👀

~If you appreciate it, he’ll be over the moon. If not, he’ll just scratch his head and give you some random thing he saw in the shop that reminded him of you for some reason.

~Your friends do not exist to him. He's kidnapping you for the day.

~First things first, asks you where you want to go. If it’s shopping, he’ll carry your bags. If it’s eating, he’ll order you lots of food and insist that you should try a little bit of everything. If it’s arcade, he’ll cheer on you, try to win rewards or play with you if it’s a multiplayer game. Or maybe you want to chill in the park? Sure, he’ll just grab a blanket so that you don’t have to worry about bugs.

~If you have nowhere you want to go, he’ll offer you a tour around the city, so maybe then you would have an idea. He won’t rush you. Truth is, he’s content as it is because he gets to hold your hand as you rant about your day.

~And he is not leaving your side at all. Not to stop to take something out of his bag, not to check anything out, not to take a leaflet from a polite stranger. He’s always right on the edge of your peripheral vision. His constant presence is rather comforting, it’s always easier to move through life when there’s someone to have your back.

~Cannot believe it if anyone is being mean to you. Even if it’s just a rude stranger, it’s his lover’s birthday and he will absolutely not tolerate anyone ruining it. Won’t even think twice about giving them a black eye if they even look at you wrong. But it doesn’t end with a black eye and you might have to drag him away from the almost unconscious person.

~If you prefer to spend time in the comfort of your/his home, then he’ll be a bit more clingy. You’ll probably play the most random game you find on the internet and it will turn out to be surprisingly fun and intense.

~Similar to Kakucho, but a lot more quiet. He’s just… not sure what to do. He’s used to his sister dragging him around to shop and following her around and holding her bags. It’s useless to resist. So he kind of expects you to behave similarly. Pouts if you don’t let him carry your bags because you can’t be serious. If you insist on taking them even on the way back, he won’t say anything but he’s gonna stare holes into you.

~If you give up and hand them to him, he’ll give you a sweet smile and if you don’t, he’ll surrender. Probably. Some day.

~It will be one of the rare days he asks you if he can stay over. It’s rare of him to suggest it, so you might be a bit taken aback, but it sure is a nice surprise.

~He’ll guide you to lay your head on his lap while scrolling through his phone and occasionally showing some funny memes or videos to you.

~Belongs to team take out, you can have it delivered or go over to the nearby shop and get whatever you like.

~Birthday with Sanzu is just whatever you want it to be. He’s pretty elastic when it comes to this - he’ll adapt to whatever you want to do no matter what this is. Unless it’s something like “Let’s go to Switzerland!” With his arms under your armpits and an uneasy expression, he’ll drag you away from the airport while explaining that there are plenty of things to do in your own country.

~But that’s the limit, as long as it doesn’t require a passport, he’ll comply with your requests although he might raise a brow at some of them.

~You might fall asleep at some point since I hc him as a good cuddler.

Kakucho

~He’d ask you to hang out with him the day before your actual birthday so that you have time to meet some other friends then 🥺 Unless you don’t have any other friends or they’re too busy. Then he’ll be happy to spend your special day with you.

~Although he probably won’t be very keen on having a whole party with your friends. He’s kind of set on having you for himself and you having him for yourself for at least a few hours. In a crowd, he won’t fight for your attention, but rather watch over you from the shadows. Always ready to support you no matter what.

~When there’s only the two of you together, first things first he’d ask you where you wanna go. And that’s where you will go. He’s willing to get dragged around the whole Japan if necessary and you won’t hear a word of complaint from him. Your birthday is a “yes” day.

~If you don’t have any ideas, he’ll suggest the places he thought of beforehand. These places will vary depending on your interests and personality. It can be the playground in the local park, a cat cafe, an amusement park, a museum, an arcade etc. No matter which one you pick, you’re gonna have fun with him. His presence just feels so comforting, it makes you feel like you can have the whole world for yourself.

~Might ask you if you’re having fun once or twice if he notices you being too quiet.

~Rather than choosing a gift for you himself, he’d rather get you something that you mentioned earlier or take you shopping so that you can choose. He might opt for a little handmade trinket he created himself as an addiction to that. And yeah, you guessed it, he doesn’t buy you a birthday cake either. You choose whatever you want to eat and he’ll get it for you. You know best.

~Even if you thought that he forgot. Yeah no. He probably set up a date on his phone calendar with a reminder a week, 6 days, 5 days, 4 days, 3 days, 2 days and 1 day prior. But he remembers about it two weeks prior and then whenever he gets the notification reminder, he’ll be stressing out about it. ~Kisses and cuddles! You are special and you should know it. Do you feel bonita? I feel bonita. Wonderful, cuz you are bonita! He’d randomly wrap his arms from behind you and kiss your temple. “Happy birthday, dearest. Have I already told you how much I love you?” And he’s so sweet- hell, he’s always sweet but still, he always manages to make you feel butterflies in your stomach.

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inkykeiji · 7 months

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character: hanemiya kazutora x fem!reader

notes: anon asked for more tora-nii so!!! here he is!!! this ended up being way longer than i intended!!! but enjoy hehe! this is set within the same universe as this piece but works well as a standalone piece and can totally be read on it's own as well!

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, stepcest/pseudocest (step siblings), rough sex, minimal prep, painful sex, both kazutora and reader are total virgins (unrealistic loss of virginity), dubcon/noncon, the tiniest hint of dacryphilia, cum eating/feeding, super messy kisses

words: 4k

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And finally, finally, the stress of the past several years seeps from your pores and leaves you feeling light and floaty, no longer weighing you down now that he’s in your arms, now that he’s free, body gone boneless against him as it melts into his own, fusing, becoming one again, whole again. Your knees nearly give out, bones deliquesced in pure relief, but your big brother is right there to catch you, chuckling a little as he hoists you further up his body, leaning you against his chest and supporting most of your weight. The tears are flowing steadily now, flooding your cheeks in thick, ceaseless streams, whole body shuddering beneath the force of your sobs—a continuous torrent of Tora, Tora, Tora-nii weeped out in violent hiccups. “M’here, m’here, shh, hush now,” he’s telling you as he cradles you to him, rocking your bodies slightly. “Nii-san’s here.”

It’s sunny, the day he’s finally released; a bright blue sky embroidered with thick puffs of cotton, sunbeams filtering through the clouds and bathing everything bright and gold.

You’re leaning against your car as you wait, idly swinging the keyring around your index finger in a nervous jitter, metal tinkering rhythmically.

At long last he’s stepping through that big barred gate, so large it trembles beneath its own weight as it stutters to an open, steel creaking, halting with an ominous clank! as it catches on the latch, echoes mingling with an obnoxious, nasally beep.

It takes him a moment to find your face, gaze sweeping across the unfamiliar location, with wide, unsure eyes, a hint of a frown toying with the corners of his lips.

But then he spots you, and love splits his face wide open, a brilliant smile stretched across his cheeks so wide it must hurt—automatic, instinctual, uncontrollable—topaz irises glittering in the sunshine.

And you swear, you’ll never tire of the way his whole face brightens when he’s in your presence.

Your breath stagnates in your lungs, and for a second everything is still, the moment pregnant with anticipation, your heart mutilating itself against your ribs as it tries to crawl through the gaps.

But then he’s taking off, rubber soles of his sneakers slapping against the warped concrete, barreling into your body a mere instant later, so hard he crushes you between your car and his chest.

It shoves a yelp from your throat, sharp and high, and he only squeezes you harder, fingers digging into your skin as his hands fist in the material of your dress, bunching it up in his palms and tugging.

The hem rides several inches up your thighs, his hips keeping your legs spread, your own arms wound tightly around his shoulders, clinging to him and burying your face in his neck, forehead pressed firmly to the tiger inked into his skin.

Your knees nearly give out, bones deliquesced in pure relief, but your big brother is right there to catch you, chuckling a little as he hoists you further up his body, leaning you against his chest and supporting most of your weight.

The tears are flowing steadily now, flooding your cheeks in thick, ceaseless streams, whole body shuddering beneath the force of your sobs—a continuous torrent of Tora, Tora, Tora-nii weeped out in violent hiccups.

“M’here, m’here, shh, hush now,” he’s telling you as he cradles you to him, rocking your bodies slightly. “Nii-san’s here.”

And although you can hear the tears in his voice, you can feel his cock, half hard and pressed tightly to your hip, throbbing keenly as his honorific spills from your lips.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he murmurs into the crown of your head, punctuating his demand with a smattering of kisses, planted in your hair.

Pulling back, you gaze up at him with a soft sound of inquiry. He bows his head, pushing his forehead against your own, noses nudging together.

Eyes fluttering shut, his ribs expand into your own as he inhales you—your scent, your breath, your very aura itself—gulps you down and holds you in his lungs, lets you permeate his tissues and fester at his core before he’s surging forward, smashing his lips to yours, tongue breaking past your teeth and shoving the breath back down your throat, now infused with him.

Shock leaves you stupid for a second before your body begins to respond—automatic, instinctual—delicate fingers slipping in the tufts of onyx curling up at the nape of his neck and twirling, wrapping the strands around your knuckles.

Your hands slide further, burying themselves in his hair, palms flattening against the back of his skull and pressing him close, closer, tongue greedily grinding against his own.

And it’s so sick, it’s so messy, mouths slick and sliding with each other’s drool as twin streams of tears cascade down your cheeks to pool in the seams of your lips, seeping through the cracks and staining your tongues with each other’s salt.

It’s so sick, but it’s so good, too, hands pawing and gripping and tugging, the back of your heel arching around his lower calf, because too close is never close enough. Your nails scrape against his scalp and he moans into your mouth, the sound hot and heavy on your tongue, his hips twitching forward, gyrating in uneven little circles.

Rough palms, decorated with cuts and callouses, are slinking up your soft thighs while your lips work, kneading flesh as they crawl beneath your dress, up, up, up until they reach your panties—lace, he can tell, fingertips tracing the trim with surprising delicacy, almost as if he’s committing the webbed pattern to memory, feeling every curve and crisscross of the knit.

His fingertips tiptoe around your body, outlining the hem over your hips, following it all the way back to your ass where they slip beneath the thin fabric and grab, filling his palms with your flesh, nails biting superficial crescents into your bum.

He holds you there, holds you still, pulls you closer to him and forces you to stay stationary as his hips continue rocking, messily humping away at you. He’s panting out loud noises into your mouth in time with the movement of his hips, fragmented by his own breath, mewls that keep smothering your protests as they consume them.

The straining head of his cock bumps against your inner thigh, the coarse material of his pants beginning to chafe your sensitive skin, and he sucks a hiss from your throat, swallows it down greedily and laps at your molars, slathering them in his foamy spit, hunting for more.

It already feels so good, a dull heat beginning to amass deep in the pit of your belly—something that seeps through the floor of your stomach to the apex of your thighs, something that sends sparks and cinders racing through your veins, leaving your blood fizzing in their wake.

But as badly as you want him right here, right now, you know you can’t, the scrutinizing eyes of his discharging prison guard, still standing watch at the mouth of the massive gate, searing into your skin.

“Tora-nii, Tora-nii,” you’re whimpering, and he groans, a deep sound reverberating within his ribcage.

“I know, baby, I know,” And he sounds almost pained, voice hoarse and cracking, hands squeezing your flesh again. “I need you, too.”

“N-Not here,” you mumble against his lips, the words drooping with reluctance.

A sound of annoyance vibrates in his throat, and he shakes his head, pulling back just enough to search your eyes, topaz frantic as it flies across your face.

“I dunno how long I can wait,” he tells you seriously in a low whisper, confession straining beneath urgency, hips still rolling into yours.

“But—But—Ah—”

“Fuck,” he moans brokenly, curse shattered to shards in his throat, splintered and pitchy.

“You—You just got released,” you force the words from your tongue, airy as he licks up the column of your neck, front teeth nipping at your skin. “Let’s not get arrested for public indecency on the same day.”

Another groan rumbles in his chest, this time borne of frustration, and he scrapes together his remaining scraps of self-restraint, stilling his hips.

He has to admit, you have a point.

He hates that you have a point.

Because he genuinely does not know how he’s supposed to survive a twenty-five minute long car ride back to your sweet little apartment.

He almost doesn’t, unable to keep his hands to himself, fingers wandering across your thighs, beneath your dress, hiking the hem up and revealing your panties to him.

They’re cute, he moans, his cock still so hard it’s nearly painful as it throbs and yearns, leaking so much precum that it’s bled through his briefs and his trousers to leave a large, wet patch.

Ever-stubborn and lacking any sort of discipline, his palm wedges its way between your thighs, curious fingers stroking your slit, watching as the silk of those pretty panties dampens, darkens, becomes slick and slippery with your own arousal—the arousal he is causing, creating—eyes glittering with awe, breath exhaled through parted lips in little huffs.

His other palm is busy grinding into his aching cock, his hips rutting up pathetically in his seat, the belt cutting into his flesh through his thin dress shirt. It’s nothing more than teasing, but it doesn’t matter, he can’t help it, he’ll take whatever he can get—whatever he can do to alleviate the scalding pressure building in his gut.

“Tora-nii,” you’re complaining in a sticky squeal when he finally tries to prod your hole, face scrunched up somewhere between aroused and annoyed. “Stop it!”

“Doesn’t feel like y’want me to stop,” he pants out, unable to tear his eyes from the apex of your thighs, groaning as your swollen little clit pulses against his thumb. “You—Y’fucking soaked, sweetheart.”

“Well I—I do—I don’t want to—Nii-san, please!”

“Yeah, yeah, baby,” he mewls, nodding vigorously, eyes swapping almost frenetically between your clothed cunt, now perfectly outlined by the silk molded to your folds, and your face.

“I don’t wanna lose my virginity on the side of the road!” you manage to squeak out in a single breath, shooting him the cutest little look of anger, brows pushed together so tightly it crinkles your forehead.

Alright, alright, he supposes that’s fair, though he’s still unable to keep his hands to himself—that’s asking a little too much, don’t you think? He’s been waiting five and a half years for this.

He stops trying to fuck you, but just barely, making it an entire task to walk up the two short flights of stairs to reach your apartment, latching onto you like a leech as he stains blotches of grey and navy across your jaw, along your neck, over your collarbone.

It’s an insatiability, fingers griping and vying as they yank and knead, the hem of your dress pooling around his wrists as his palms slide up your thighs, fill his grasp with fistfuls of you as fingertips sink into plush flesh, digging bruises deep into the tissues and dimpling the skin. His hips rock against your ass in irresolute little motions, as if they’re unsure of how fast they want to thrust.

“Tora,” your giggling as you fumble with your keys, faint notes of irritation negated by fondness. “I won’t be able to get the door open if you don’t quit it!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he’s mumbling noncommittally, dragging his tongue along the curve of your neck, then over the ridges of your shoulder, outfitting you in his spit.

“You—You don’t sound sorry,” you huff, but there’s a smile on your face.

“Can’t help it,” he whinges, nearly tripping over your ankles as the door finally swings open, the two of you stumbling into your apartment.

He’s got you trapped between his body and the drywall before the door even clicks shut, a thigh wedged between your legs as he grinds his cock against your hip, a continuous stream of whines pouring from his throat into yours.

They vibrate as they spill onto your tongue, warm and buzzing, and you lick at his teeth, giggling a little at the way his hips jerk in response.

“I—I—I—” he’s moaning into your mouth, needy and high, his hands already up your skirt again, index fingers dipping beneath the frilly waistband of your panties and curling. “I can’t, I can’t, I’m gonna—fu-fuck—”

His words disintegrate as those keen little noises eat straight through them, hands almost vicious as they tear through dainty lace, threads and elastics snapping audibly as they tangle around his knuckles.

The material flutters to the floor in a ruined heap of delicacy, both palms already shoved between your thighs as they poke and prod, hungry and hunting.

“T-Tora, no, wait—” you’re breathing out as his fingers clumsily find your hole.

He cuts you off with a ferocious growl, two calloused fingertips pressing into your cunt while the heel of his free palm shoves urgently at the waistband of his pants, managing to push them down his thighs just enough to yank his cock free.

And then he’s tearing you open in one quick, harsh thrust, forcing a sharp yelp from your chest as he buries himself in your cunt.

There isn’t a single moment to get used to the sudden intrusion, cute little hole struggling to take his girth as your skin splits into tiny fissures, fluttering and stretched raw. It fucking stings, sending spears of pain searing through your gut as the head of his cock rams against your cervix, impatient and immediate.

It hurts the entire time, but it’s over pathetically, embarrassingly quickly; only three swift, sharp snaps of his hips before they’re stuttering to a stop with a loud, broken whine, cock throbbing as he fills you with copious amounts of cum—so much cum, too much cum, thick and viscous as it seeps past his cock to drool down your inner thighs and pool in the folds of his balls.

But he doesn’t seem to care that he finishes so briefly; it doesn’t seem to matter to him at all as he drops to his knees and spreads your thighs, plush flesh dipping beneath his grip as he forces them to stay open, joints flexing in a silent warning not to squirm and tongue flattening against your skin as he drags it up, up, up, sopping up a syrupy dribble of cum.

His face is buried in your cunt a mere moment later, groaning a little as his tongue pushes past your abused little hole still weeping little slivers of crimson, copper mixing with the bitter of his seed and creating something sick, something intoxicating, something entirely addictive.

And it’s all so vicious, it’s all so voracious, the way he eats his cum from your cunt as if he’s a starved man, as if he can’t get enough of you, can’t get enough of him within you, tip of his tongue curling, scooping, cupping as he devours you, sucks you clean, obnoxious slurping and smacking echoing throughout your apartment.

He swipes over every dip and crevice, lapping hard and thorough as he collects the substance from your folds hole and beings to hoard it beneath his tongue.

Your nails scrape against his scalp as your knuckles root in inky tufts, and he whines loudly, shoves his face further into your pussy and eats you with such vigour it’s a marvel he can breathe at all.

“Tora-nii, Tora-nii,” you’re chanting out, the name airy on your tongue, responding grunts reverberating against your clit as he grinds his nose against it.

He doesn’t stop until there’s nothing left, until he can no longer taste your blood or his cum, the pungent concoction stored safely within his cheeks.

He looks like a fucking mess, lips and chin gleaming with slick and cum and blood—a shimmery, translucent pink varnishing the lower half of his face—but there’s a wide, toothless smile smeared across his cheeks, those topaz eyes so bright they’re nearly glowing, brimming with exhilaration and love.

Then he’s on his feet, a large hand wreathed around your jaw as he squeezes the hinges and pops your mouth open, tongue unfurling onto your own and shoving a mix of blood and spit and cum down your throat.

It’s fucking filthy, thick threads of cum tangled with his saliva pouring from the corners of your lips while they slip and slide against one another, leaving shining streaks of pearlescent drool, tinged pink with blood, slathered across your jaws. It drips off your chin in slow, sticky drops, drizzling cool and slimy across your bosom.

God, it’s all so much—you cum so much, Tora-nii!—his diligent tongue sweeping your mouth as he deposits the intoxicating mixture, laving over your teeth and dipping into your cheeks, staining your whole mouth with him.

And he doesn’t let up, doesn’t let you jerk away or move a single centimeter until he’s emptied his mouth into your own, until you’ve sucked his tongue fucking clean with tight, puckered lips, until you’ve scraped all the contents from the muscle with your teeth and swallowed every last remnant, notes of salt and copper lingering on your tastebuds.

Impossibly, he’s already hard again, the head of his cock bluntly bumping against your hole, awkward and uncoordinated as he pants out pleads into your mouth.

“Please, please,” he’s whining hotly onto your tongue. “Please, let me fuck you again, I gotta—I’m gonna—I gotta—”

Sharp little keens keep shattering his sentences, his eyes closing tightly as his whole face scrunches in concentration, desperately attempting to quell the crude twitching of his hips.

“Pr-Promise I’ll fuck you properly this time,” he hurls the vow into your mouth, quick and sloppy. “Promise I’ll—I’ll make you cum this time, swear I will, baby, just let me fuck you again!”

Yes, yes, you’re nodding against him, teeth clacking and lips catching on incisors. Yes, please, nii-san.

The two of you barely make it to your bedroom, tripping over each others limbs as you stumble toward the bed and fall onto the mattress in a knotted heap, the balls of your feet shoving at the waistband of his pants, helping him kick them the rest of the way off.

It’s nasty and primal and so fucking intimate, with your knees hooked over his shoulders and ankles linked behind his neck, thighs sandwiched between your chests and foreheads pressed firmly to one another. The tips of your noses nudge as he pounds into you, ruthless and relentless in his pursuit, hard enough to jostle your body up the mattress, hard enough to have the whole bed frame shuddering, brass headboard knocking against the wall.

“Like that, Tora-nii, like that,” you’re breathing, hips rolling up into his, clit catching on his slick pubic bone.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you gasp out, eyes shut tightly, feet curling around the back of his neck, a pitiful attempt to pull him closer.

“S’good?”

“S’good, s’good, it’s so good,” you’re nodding against him, front teeth chipping his. “Your cock feels so good, Tora-nii!”

A groan rattles his ribs and his hips drive forward harder, rougher, faster, spurred on by your praise, desperate to prove to you that he can make you cum, desperate to make good on his promise.

Because you’re getting close now, he thinks he can tell. He thinks he can see it in the way your eyes keep fluttering shut with each swipe of his pelvis over your clit, with each drag of his cockhead against your cervix; thinks he can hear it in the way you can barely push that cherished nickname from your lips, the sweetest little huffs of Tor-Tor-Tora-nii! breaking on your tongue; thinks he can feel it in the way your thighs keep tightening, body going rigid as your hands grasp and claw, nails gorging themselves on his muscle, yearning for as much of him as physically possible.

“G-Gonna—hah, fuck—gonna cum for your nii-san, sweetheart?”

The question wafts across your face, strings of drool swaying with each of his panted breaths, splattering across your cheeks and cooling instantly.

“Uh—Uh-huh, nii—nii-san,” you mewl out, stammered by the slamming of his hips.

“Look at me, please,” he begs, voice high and broken. “Wanna—Want you to look at me when you cum, look at your big brother.”

And you do, because you’re such a good little sister, eyes springing open, lashes weighted with teardrops.

His own eyes are wet, too, long lashes clumped together in thick little spikes, glittering drops balancing perilously on the points.

Three more pistons of his hips and your cunt is clenching around him with such vigour it’s almost painful, whole body bowing off the bed as sparks zip up your spine, curving each vertebra as they pass.

Slick gushes down his shaft, and it’s so much, it's so messy, coating his thighs in thick, shimmering smears, slippery and sticky and so Goddamn sick as they smack against your ass, the constant slap of skin against skin sharp as it echoes throughout your bedroom.

It’s so intense it whites your vision and wipes your mind, wailing out his honorific like it’s a fucking prayer, over and over and over again.

And Christ, Kazutora swears you’ve never looked or sounded more beautiful than you do cumming all over your big brother’s cock.

It has a loud whine spilling from his throat, topaz eyes wide and fluttering rapidly, desperate to clear the bleary shield of tears lacquering his vision, to burn every little micro-expression that transforms your pretty features into the tissues of his brain, forever.

Because it’s all because of him.

The thought has his hips faltering, falling out of their rhythmic pace and bucking wildly as they chase whatever high you’re currently riding, avid to reach it with you.

“Oh God, oh God, oh fuck,” he’s whimpering out, eyes shutting tightly before snapping open again. “I—I—Am I—Does it—Ah—”

“L-Love your cock, Tora-nii,” you’re slurring out beneath him, sloppy and stuffed with spit, gone stupid with pleasure.

And it’s incredible, honestly, how you always know exactly what he needs, still, even now, even after so many years apart.

“Again,” he rasps, thrusts turned dishevelled and careless. “Tell me again.”

“Love your cock so much, Tora-nii-san,” you keen, gazing up at him with fucked-out bliss all over your face, glazed eyes full of sick admiration. “Want your cock t’fill me up.”

“W-With what? Huh? Tell nii-san what you want him to f-fill your pretty little pussy up with.”

“Cum, cum, Tora-nii’s cum!” you sob, nails biting into the muscle of his shoulders as another ripple of overstimulation courses through your flesh. “Want Tora-nii-san to stuff my pussy full of his cum! S’much, s’much—!”

“Oh, Jesus,” he nearly cries, voice cracking with the curse. “I—I’m gonna—Ah, fuck, fu-fuck!”

“Please, please, please, Tora-nii-san,” you’re still babbling on, half-delirious for his seed. “Please, gimme your cum, please, want your cum, Nii-san, please!”

And it’s the pleading that does it, so fucking sordid, so fucking sincere, tears of disgust and desire decorating your cheeks in shimmering streams, that has his whole body shuddering with a loud, broken moan of your name, his cock pulsing viciously and pumping your cunt full of hot, thick cum.

“Oh, thank you, Nii-san,” you’re weeping, weakly scrabbling at his shoulder blades. “Thank you, thank you.”

You always were such a polite girl. Kazutora’s glad to see that nothing’s changed.

“So good, so good, y’such a good little sister for me,” the praises leak from his lips, languid and lazy as he collapses on top of you, dragging half-baked kisses across your jaw.

His chest is heaving against yours, dress shirt turned translucent with sweat as it clings to his swelling ribs, outlining every bump and ridge. Your fingertips traverse across them, soft and gentle, almost as if you’re counting each rib, almost as if you’re making sure they’re all still there.

“M’so happy you’re home,” you drool out against his skin, nuzzling into his neck a little as your arms wrap around him.

Yeah, he thinks as he squeezes you to his form. It’s good to be home.

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how they fall in love - tokrev boys

aka the april 14th "i made it through valentine's day AND white day without any romantic attention" special. happy singles day to all who celebrate. hcs for a selections of my personal tokyo revengers blorbos, including: Mikey, Draken, Baji, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Hakkai, Taiju, Koko, and Inupi.

Mikey falls in love with uncertainty. He’s used to feeling so much all the time at once that he isn’t sure he could pinpoint love in the middle of all of it. But until he knew you, it didn’t matter. As you get closer to him, he becomes more acutely aware that he definitely has positive, pleasant feelings toward you. He may even get himself in trouble by picking fights with others who steal your attention from him. It probably takes Draken, Takemichi, or Emma to be like, “So, about this crush you have….” and he’d be like, “...the what.” Be patient with him, he’ll come around, and when he realizes both his own and your feelings, he’ll be the sweetest boyfriend. Please do not accept anything he cooks for you though. No chance in hell that he can cook.

Draken falls slowly. He starts by noticing how cute you are when you do mundane tasks, or the little things that make your eyes sparkle, and he finds himself wanting to know more. He’s very observant when it comes to details, and might surprise you here and there by bringing you your favorite drink or a treat of some sort, but his love language is definitely quality time. Whatever your hobbies are, he’ll definitely start feeling a stronger attachment to you if you do that thing in his vicinity while he’s working on fixing up a bike or something. It’ll take him some time to come to the conclusion that it’s love, but in the meantime he’ll settle for the warm swell in his chest that he feels when you’re around.

Baji falls quietly, behind the scenes. If he doesn’t know you like him back, he’ll operate under the assumption that you don’t and just be content with just being by your side and will express his feelings via little gestures that show he cares and listens to you. This can range anywhere from noticing you’re warm and turning on the AC, or torching a vending machine that ate your change. Depends on his mood. Another way he’ll show his affection is by sharing things with you; food, beverages, etc., yes, but also hair ties. And he won’t even ask for them back. If you keep the hair tie he gave you and wear it on your wrist? He’s as good as gone. Please confess to him soon, this boy is down worse than he lets on.

Chifuyu falls in love like an idiot. He doesn’t fall for just anyone, but when he does, he’s immediately head over heels. In a borderline insufferable way, too. We’ve seen how clingy he was with Baji. He is gonna make himself your personal guard dog, whether you want it or not. He’s gonna go out of his way to bring you tokens of his adoration like a courting magpie. I’m so serious, this is the boy who will bring you a really fucking shiny rock he saw that made him think of you. If you try to talk to him normally, though, you’d better be prepared for him to get all flustered and formal about it. But once you get him out of his own head about it, he’s loyal and dedicated and affectionate.

Kazutora falls in love like he isn’t sure what love really is. Sweet boy has been through so much, especially growing up in a family situation like his. He doesn’t know what love looks like, and he worries that if he were to be in love, he wouldn’t do it right. He’s one you’ll really have to take initiative with imo. But if you show him your love, he’ll slowly but surely follow suit. Show him that love can be gentle and playful and fun. Show him that it can be tender or sweet or passionate. Show him the love he’s never gotten, and he’ll learn to show you his love in return.

Hakkai falls hard and fast, but you wouldn’t know it. He knows he likes you the moment he sees you, but if you so much as make eye contact with him, he freezes and is immediately beet red. It will take at least three people shoving him directly at you and coaching him through what to say to actually ask you out.

Taiju falls in love stubbornly. When love isn’t what he thought it would feel like, when it ends up making him feel all mushy in his core, he rebukes it. He denies it. He tries anything in his power to keep this weakness from entering his body. He’s never known what it is to be soft and doesn’t understand why you make him feel this way. He might be cute and a little tsuntsun about it, but you’ve already cracked his shell and he can’t deny it forever.

Koko falls hesitantly. He’s nervous when it comes to vulnerability, but devoted nonetheless. Think toned down and bottled up version of Chifuyu. On the surface, he seems like he has mad game, but we all know he’s a weenie at his core, and he knows it too. He’ll seem calm and collected around you, he may even be a little flirty, but just know he’s dying inside. I suggest putting him out of his misery and confessing first, but c’mon, we all know it’d be so much cuter if he accidentally blurted it out and then was all surprised when you tell him you feel the same way. But he’s most definitely gonna keep it bottled up until he bursts.

Inupi falls in love quietly, similarly to Baji. He trusts quickly, and when he knows, he knows. He’s not going out of his way to make some big, dramatic confession, though. But he will absolutely be glued to your side. Just existing near you. He won’t be the chattiest person, but you’ll find that he’ll always have something meaningful to say. You’ll probably get more out of him if you can get him alone, honestly. Let him take you for a ride on his bike to someplace you can just enjoy each other’s company and he’ll bare his soul to you.

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Kazutora x Fem Reader: Save You

Warning: Hurt to Comfort!!!!

When Chifuyu said Toman went to shit, Kazutora didn’t expect to see you beaten by Toman members. You were just an innocent girl. He wanted to help you, so he picked your unconscious form up bridal style and carried you to his apartment.

You woke up a few hours later. Your head was killing you, but you noticed you weren’t in your apartment. This apartment was a lot more rundown. It was dark and dingy. None of the lights were on and all of the furniture, especially the couch you were laying on looked like it was extremely old and heavily used. “Oh good you're awake,” said a male voice coming from behind you. You jumped when you heard him. When you turned around, you noticed a man, about your age, with long disheveled black hair with distinct yellow bangs and a tiger tattoo on his neck cooking in the tiny kitchen.

“Umm,” you answered, still trying to process everything.

“How rude of me. I’m Kazutora Hanemiya.”

You broke down into tears. He rushed over to you, “hey it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll protect you. Please don’t be scared. Please don’t cry. Maybe I should call Chifuyu, he’s better at this stuff than me.” Before he could even get up to grab his phone, you grabbed his torso and hugged like your life depended on it. “Please don’t go. Thank you…for saving me.”

He was shocked at the forwardness. But, he looked down at your trembling form and squeezed you back. Just seeing what the gang he and his friends started to protect each other did to you gave him more motivation to take them down.

“Don’t be scared. I’ll save you whenever you need me” Little did you two know that you’d save him too.

Please do not copy, modify, translate or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated!

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em1e · 1 year

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⠀ ⠀ ༝ i hate you for what you did, and i miss you like a little kid.

⠀ 一虎 // MOTION SICKNESS ⠀ ༝ ༝ kazutora hanemiya ⠀ ༝ ༝ 2.3k words ⠀ ⚠︎ angst + valhalla spoilers + IM SORRY ! ⠀ — he’s taller, now, hair bleached, but it’s still those same wide eyes that meet your own.

january 16, 2000

baji and kazutora were constants in your life.

being neighbors with baji left you trailing behind him like a puppy, and the idea of having someone as kind as you by his side made him happy - so despite his complaints and the bickering that always ensued between the two of you, he decided to keep you tucked away like a secret.

and when he introduces you to kazutora, it’s another warm friendship melting easily with the first.

and the three of you form an unbreakable bond, with the promise to always help each other when in need. kazutora would spend more time in your house than his own, and your parents take him in easily. it’s a taste of love he’s never felt, and when he lays on your bedroom floor next to a sleeping baji, he finds it hard to fall asleep with that feeling swelling deep in his chest and taking root under his heart.

august 22, 2003

it’s baji who comes to your door late one night. who else, when his other half is in juvie as he tells you.

you break into a sob at the news, and it’s baji who holds you with apologies falling off of his lips as if somehow he’s to blame for it all.

he holds you until you wear yourself out, and stays with you when you beg him to through tears. another promise it made there, to never leave one another behind, and it’s a promise you intend to hold kazutora to once he’s released.

baji rubs your back until you’re asleep, and he wonders if there was something he could’ve done to avoid this heartache; from seeing his friend carted away in handcuffs, from seeing you cry. he wishes he could go back, just for a moment, to change this outcome.

september 12, 2004

you wrote to kazutora when you could, but never received any replies. baji caught you once in the middle of you preparing a life update, snatching the paper from your desk and holding it above your head when you reached for it.

“give it back, baji!”

he stands on his toes to keep it out of your grasp, and chifuyu grumbles from your floor something about that not being the study sheet we’re working on.

“what’s this, a love letter?” he snorts, squinting to read the letters, “‘happy birthday kazu! baji and i miss you lots, even if he won’t say it outloud-’.”

you stomp on his foot and snatch the letter away when he slouches in pain, glaring at him, “you’re such a dick sometimes.”

“he never writes you back, i don’t know why you keep sending those.” baji huffed out, sitting on the floor beside chifuyu, “he probably doesn’t even get them.”

“what does it matter,” you roll your eyes, placing the paper in a folder and leaving it on your desk, exchanging it for the aforementioned study sheet, “s’not like it’s anything to do with you anyways.”

“it does,” he argues, despite the glare you send him, “my name is very clearly mentioned.”

“i just don’t want him to think we’ve forgotten about him or don’t care about him.” you say finally, and the way your gaze falls on him leaves him looking away with a small fine, whatever.

the tension that remains bleeds from the air and crawls under your skin, but chifuyu clears his throat and flips through the first few pages of the worksheet with a hum, “what the fuck is hydrolysis?” and that is enough to clear the air.

october 20, 2005

two years pass and not a single letter is returned.

some days you wonder if you should call the center, ask if maybe there was something wrong with what you’re putting in them as if that could be the reason he isn’t getting them, but the fear of knowing that not being the reason he won’t reply frightens you beyond belief. you want to ask the post office if there’s any way all one-hundred and six letters could have been lost in the mail or sent to the wrong place, but you’re all-too aware of the return address being labeled as your home.

instead, you settle with the unknown. there’s no getting hurt that way, no way of truly finding out if he was ignoring you for all of two years.

it’s not until you bump shoulders with a stranger outside of the market that you get to piece things together. you’d recognize that tiger tattoo from anywhere.

“‘tora?”

the bags you’re holding almost slip from your grasp, scrambling to free a hand to grab at his elbow and turn him around. he’s taller, now, hair bleached, but it’s still those same wide eyes that meet your own. you swallow dryly.

“when- when’d you get out?”

he tilts his head at you, earring chiming from the movement, “last week. thought baji would’ve told you.”

“me too . . .” you’re hurt by the admission, he can tell. you clear your throat, “the letters i sent - did you ever get them?”

“i did.”

the confession is enough to break what little resolve you have, frowning, “unable to reply, or . .?”

“didn’t see the need, “ he hums out, straightening with a smile when he looks behind you. a glance over your shoulder and you see baji, sharp toothed grin faltering when his eyes find you.

“what a nice reunion,” baji settles for when he finds himself standing beside kazutora, patting your head before wrapping an arm around kazutora’s shoulders, “should’ve planned a picnic or somethin’.”

you shove at baji’s shoulder half heartedly, “why didn't you tell me kazu was released, you asshole. and what happened to your knuckles?”

he jerks his hand from your grasp when you grab for it, ignoring the hurt you hold in the furrow of your brow at his reaction.

“huh? must’ve slipped my mind,” he pulls on kazutora’s shoulder, forcing him to turn, “anyways, we gotta go! have plans we just can’t miss.” he gives a wave as he walks away, kazutora in tow.

you come home that night to a message from baji. barely able to finish reading it through your tears, but you’re able to get the basic understanding.

kazutora and i decided we’re on different paths in life, so we’re cutting you out.

the promise to stay together breaks apart by the seams with each tear that falls down your cheeks. kazutora never replied to your letters, didn’t even bother to look for you after he got out, and baji’s being ripped from your grasp. it feels like every piece of yourself you’ve been holding onto for the past two years is being brutally torn away from you with each second that passes, and for the first time in your life, there is no one there to help you hold it all together.

november 3, 2005

you’d been planning his birthday for weeks before the actual date. despite the message he sent to you previously, you’d continued to prepare for something, even if he wouldn’t show up.

except, that’s not the reason he doesn’t come.

it’s chifuyu now, who distributes the bad news to you with a frown, and you want to tear down each decoration you’ve put around your home as if that’d undo the words that have left his lips.

and when you crumble to the floor, it’s chifuyu who comforts you in a way that’s all too familiar, but never the same as before. you’d never feel that comfort again, nor the warmth that'd surround baji like a fire. you have to pry the details out of him, beg for anything he’s willing to give. how did it happen. was it painless. did he suffer. did he cry. who started it.

he answers to the best of his ability through his own tears, explaining kazutora stabbed him first but baji delivered the final blow to himself, and those words leave you folding in on yourself even more.

“kazutora’s in jail now for that, will be for ten years.”

it’s like each new addition to the story is you taking punch after punch, and chifuyu is glad that little bit of information is last on his list - unsure if you can take anymore hits. you’re practically gasping for air by the end of it, and with some effort, chifuyu is forcing you to sit up, forcing you to take a second and just breathe.

he only goes home when the reality of it all has settled, leaving you hollow sitting on your bed. on numb legs, you stand and walk to your desk, ripping out a page from your notebook to hastily write.

i hate you, kazutora. i want you and baji back and i hate you for taking him away from me. i hate you and i miss you and you’re the worst

the words blur together, ink bleeding into blobs as your tears fall onto the paper. you crumble up the page and throw it across the room with a sniff, unable to believe what you’ve written.

july 05, 2015

your brows furrow at the sound of knocking on your door. chifuyu told you he’d be an hour late to your hangout, stuck organizing a shipment that came early he’d told you over the phone, but the sound of knocking again proves he’s a liar.

“you don’t have to knock if i know you’re coming-” you start as you pull the door open, only to stop when it’s not chifuyu behind it.

kazutora stares at you, and it’s still those same wide eyes as he takes you in. there’s no blonde left in his hair, you note dully, and he’s gotten taller. you’re practically frozen in place by his appearance on your doorstep.

“hi.” he breathes out finally, offering a bouquet you hadn’t even realized he was holding, and his lip quivers when you hesitate to take it.

you clear your throat, “when . . . when did you get out?” you look down at the flowers to avoid looking at him and god he could break down right here. the smell of your home comes off in waves, clawing at the deepest parts of him and settling with the reminder of childhood. he wants to bottle it up, breathe it in for the rest of his life to keep those memories forever.

“few days ago. ‘fuyu picked me up.”

you pull your lip between your teeth, a nasty habit he remembers when you were young, before you’re taking a step back so he can enter your home. he does so slowly, as if any sudden movement could startle you away from him. he’s almost certain it would.

“was waiting on him,” you mumble out, finally looking at him, “‘fuyu.” you’re unsure why you clarify, but he nods nonetheless.

“he told me.”

silence fills the air again, neither of you wanting to break what fragility remains on your shoulders, until kazutora moves to dig through the bag he’s brought with him. you eye him warily, still very unsure of what to make of it all, when he pulls out a folder filled with stacks of papers.

he offers it to you, and you take it with less hesitation than before, trading it with him for the bouquet so you can open it properly.

august 30, 2003

dear kazutora,

kazutora watches as your eyes widen while they dance across the paper, immediately beginning to flip through each of the worn pages as if the rest of the stack could be fake, before you meet his gaze.

“are these . . ?”

“i kept them all.” he explains softly, trying so so hard to read your expression.

and when you throw yourself into his arms, almost crushing the flowers between the two of you, he’s stunned.

he holds you when your knees buckle, and carefully eases the two of you to the ground. holds you when your tears stain his shirt, and holds you even tighter as apologies fall from his lips. for baji, for not caring enough, for not righting his wrong when he should’ve. for not writing you back.

as he breathes you in, he realizes how familiar this feels, how familiar you are, and suddenly he’s back to being a stupid thirteen year old with an even stupider adoration for you. he’s scared he’s squeezing you too tight, but you’re holding him like he’s your last lifeline and it takes all of him not to do the same.

“i don't want to be like baji and not tell you how much i missed you.” he whispers, and it has a small laugh leaving your lips. a sound he hasn’t heard in so fucking long, it’s all he want to hear for as long as he’s alive.

“i forgive you,” you say softly, when the tears finally subside and your grip on one another lessens enough for you to be able to lean away and look at him, “forgive you for baji and not caring and not writing me back.”

the remission is enough to have him fighting back his own tears, and when you brush a strand of hair from his face to cup his cheek softly, it breaks what little resolve he has left. then it’s you taking him back into your arms, holding him as gently as you can as the assurances pass your lips as something so sweet and soft and everything he has ever missed in the last twelve years sits cradled in his arms.

there’s something so sickly sweet about it all that has chifuyu wishing he would’ve been a little more precarious while putting everything away at the shop - regrettably ruining the moment when he stumbles into your house with beers and yakisoba.

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can i request a quiet gf reader who plays bass in a band with her friends and like this guy has been making fun of her and she gets enough and punches him infront of her bf with kazutora, smiley, and mikey

get out of my face!!

synopsis: how will they react when you punch the creep who's been bothering you and your band?

☆ a/n ˎˊ˗ haii thank u anon for requesting ! :3 this was super fun to write, so i hope you all enjoy!! xoxo [just as a note, i didnt rlly see a reason to make this fem reader + there was really just not any relevance so i made it gn! i hope you dont mind ╥﹏╥]

☆ characters ˎˊ˗ kazutora hanemiya, nahoya [smiley] kawata, manjiro [mikey] sano x g/n!reader

☆ wc ˎˊ˗ 3.4k+

masterlist

kazutora hanemiya:

❥ he loves the fact that you’re in a band!! he thinks it’s so cool, and he is constantly asking all kinds of questions about all of it, like ‘do you get nervous when you see all the people?’ and ‘is it hard to play fast songs?’. he’ll ask you the same questions over and over again whenever the two of you are talking, but he can’t help it! he’s just so interested about all of it!

❥ while it’s a bit unrealistic for him to be able to attend every single show you perform, he tries his best to come to all the ones he possibly can, (really, he’s only missed two which is quite impressive). he’ll always send you encouraging messages before the show if he can’t see you, and he’ll send little messages while you’re performing for you to read later.

kazu <3: you look so cool! kazu <3: i can hear your bass playing right now! it sounds so good!

❥ he doesn’t want to cause a scene in the crowd because he doesn’t want to make more trouble for you, but he will death glare anybody who is cheering for you, (minus your friends). why are they cheering for you? he’s the only one who should be cheering for you!! will proceed to shout your name ten times louder.

❥ when he has the funds for it, kazutora will bring you your favorite snack or drink after a show!! he knows that you get tired afterwards, so he likes to contribute a little bit to your recharging. he’ll usually be the one taking you home too since it’s usually late by the time your band finishes up, (when he’s there, he will not entrust you to anybody else).

❥ your number one bodyguard!! he’s always with you whenever you’re not on stage, making sure that there aren’t any creeps who are trying to approach you. if there’s anybody who has the nerves to do so, he’s immediately threatening them and making sure they leave.

❥ kazutora had been suspecting that you’d been keeping something from him, but he wasn’t sure what. lately, you’d seemed a bit more jumpy and uptight at your gigs, your eyes looking around as if you were searching for someone. when he asked what was going on, you had said it was nothing.

❥ after this particular gig, he found out it wasn’t nothing.

“hey!! you really think you guys are gonna be one of those bigshot bands??” a twisted laugh echoed through the hallway, making kazutora perk up, his eyes locking onto a boy who was approaching you and the rest of your friends. he heard you sigh, your eyebrows knitting together in frustration and annoyance; did you know this guy?

“uju! you have some goddamn nerve showing up here!!” one of your friends yelled, their voice tainted with rage. “you’d really pay a 4000 yen entrance ticket just to cause trouble?!”

“you really think i’d do that? i snuck in.” the boy scoffed, shaking his head. “i just had to come and tape this so i could have a record of how much you guys fuckin’ suck.”

kazutora could feel his eye twitching, anger flooding through him at the boy’s words. how dare he badmouth your band like that? does he not know talent when he sees it?!

“(y/n), do you want me to-?” he began, but you shook your head, giving him a small smile.

“no, it’s alright. i got this.” he looked at you confusedly but you’d already started walking away, moving through your friends to face the boy. he started laughing, leaning closer to as you as if he were sizing you up, (it made kazutora’s blood boil, but he restrained himself because you said you could handle it).

“wowww, the big time bass player!! you reallyyyy have some nerve coming up to me like this; you’re usually so quiet i can’t even see you!” he said, his voiced laced with malice. “just like the bass, you’re always in the background-”

one moment he was talking, and the next you had driven your fist right into his face, your punch making a solid impact with his jaw. the boy lost his balance, falling to the ground and making a loud thump! sound.

silence hung over everyone for a few moments, all eyes on you as you continued to stand there, looking down at the boy. after the shock passed, you shook out your hand, wincing a bit as you did so.

“i didn’t know punching someone would hurt like this.”

your words triggered reactions from everyone, your friends huddling around you and hyping you up for finally beating some sense into the boy.

“someone had to do it soon, i just didn’t know it was going to be you, (y/n)! haha!” you smiled a bit at their comments, obviously feeling a bit shy from all the attention that was on you.

“let’s go get something good to eat in honor of (y/n) kicking his ass!!”

“yeah!!”

“let’s go!!” you laughed at your friend’s rowdiness, telling them that you would come out soon. after they all left, you hesitantly looked at kazutora, wondering if he hated you.

he was staring at you with his eyes open so big they could fall out of his sockets and his jaw was hanging open; it was the most shocked you’d ever seen him.

“(y/n)...you totally just punched him…” he managed to get out. you shyly smiled, coming closer to him.

“yeah, i learned it from watching you…i hope that’s alright.”

“alright…? it was amazing!!” he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around your waist. kazutora easily picked you up, swinging you around with a wild and excited grin on his face. “you were so cool! it was like something out of a comic!!” he was planting kisses all over your face, making you laugh from the ticklish feeling.

“h-hey! stop!”

“no! you were so so awesome!” he put you down, but he continued kissing your face, the gleeful look on his face being absolutely adorable. “lemme take you to go with your friends, hm? i can take you home too.”

“are you sure? it’s already pretty late…”

“it’s not even question, c’mon.” he answered, pressing a final kiss to your temple. his hand found yours, lacing your fingers together as he started to lead you to the parking lot, passing by the boy who was rubbing his jaw on the floor. when the two of you walked by, he let out a sound of fear, his eyes flicking between you and your boyfriend.

“if i see you again in here, you’re dead meat, you got that?” kazutora threatened, his voice suddenly stony cold.

“y-yes!”

“good.”

nahoya [smiley] kawata:

❥ he’s surprisingly very into the music scene! he’s always hyping you up before and after your shows, ruffling your hair and telling you to give it your all.

❥ he’s always bragging about the fact that you’re his s/o! he loves to brag to everybody he knows, talking about how his amazing and perfect s/o is so talented, talented enough to be in a band! he keeps videos of your performances on his phone to show people, (they are poor quality and you can hear him screaming your name in the background).

❥ when at your shows, he does the same thing! my apologies to anybody who is standing near him; he is going to be talking their ear off the whole time about you, saying how ‘their bass playing really brings the whole thing together, don’t you think?’, (they are forced to agree).

❥ he’s not afraid to make a scene and he will punch anybody who is booing your band or is overall just being negative. one thing he won’t stand for is a negative and unwelcoming atmosphere, so you best believe he’s going to do his part to make sure that the audience is welcoming for you and your band!

❥ regularly drags his brother and friends to come and watch you perform, making them cheer as loud as him. they are happy to do it though! they all think that you are super talented and they are always super supportive, congratulating you and telling you that you did an amazing job after the show.

❥ screams your name while you are performing! he gets really into music, and he’s even more into it because you’re the one who's performing! there won’t ever be a time when you don’t hear his voice while you’re playing, and despite the fact that he always loses his voice by the end of the night, he thinks it’s completely worth it if he’s supporting you!

❥ he never misses your sets! he doesn’t usually have a whole lot going on, and even if he does, he absolutely would not miss them for the world! he’s even skipped toman meetings before to go see you, (he got in trouble, but again, he thought it was absolutely worth it).

❥ his rowdy personality and your more shy and quiet one make for an interesting pair, but all of your friends agree that the two of you are perfect for each other. smiley is there to give you more confidence when you don’t have it, and you’re there to calm him down when he gets a little bit too unruly.

❥ tries to get you to teach him how to play bass, and he fails horribly at it, (‘it’s so hard to put my damn fingers where i want them to go!!’).

“oi, you got a problem bud?” you suddenly heard. following your boyfriend’s gaze, your mood immediately soured when you saw who he was looking at.

uju had been bothering you and your friends for a few weeks now for no particular reason, (maybe he was just bored) and you were all beginning to tire of it quickly, his negative presence ruining the vibe of the set.

“hah, you guys think you’re such big hotshots that you need security? talk about lame!” he sneered, shaking his head. “why don’t you guys just go back to playing in your garage? at least then the rats will listen to you.”

“hah?! you think you can stay shit like that and get away with it??” nahoya asked, his grin turning violent. “you’re in for a world of pain if you think that-” he paused when he felt a tug on his sleeve, your expression as you looked at him being strangely resolved.

“nahoya, it’s fine. let me handle this.”

“hmm…whatever you say, lover~” he hummed, giving you a confident grin. “go show them what you’re made of.”

you nodded at his words, giving a small smile before approaching the sneering boy, his face twisted in hostility as he saw you approaching. your friends were whispering to each other as they watched you approaching him, talking to nahoya. he just shook his head at them, subtly pointing to you and keeping his confident smile.

“you need to leave.”

“you’re telling me to leave? i’m just out here telling the truth! everyone at school is embarrassed to see you guys doing this, so really, you could say that i’m helping you all out!” he laughed, rolling his eyes at your annoyed expression. “you should just deal with the hard truth and move on-”

“you’re such an asshole.” you stated, your voice sharp enough to cut. “if you say one more word about us, you’ll regret it.”

“riiight, like the little background character is gonna do anything. at least your little bass isn’t terrible, but the others…whew, they just don’t know how to-”

your fist flew into his face, knocking straight into his cheek and making him collide against the wall beside the two of you. he fell to the ground, too shocked to even process what had just happened.

“yeah!! that’s my amazing (y/n) right there!!” you heard nahoya yell, his voice booming through the chatter of the venue. it was mostly empty now, but the remaining people turned to stare at you as you walked back to your friends, wincing a bit when your hand brushed against your side.

nahoya was the first the greet you, his hand landing on top of your head to ruffle your hair. his grin was huge as he looked at you with pride.

“you didn’t tell me you were such a badass, (y/n)!! that was a solid punch!”

“ahh, i’m really not…he was just pissing me off.” you answered, a bit embarrassed that you’d let your anger out in such a violent way.

“either way, he totally deserved it!” one of your friends piped up. the rest of them agreed, complaining about how he had been bothering your band for a while.

“yeah, he was such a jackass!! we gotta celebrate this! meet us in the parking lot, yeah?”

“oh, yeah, okay!” you responded, watching as they all walked off, giving you big smiles and thumbs up as they were leaving. you shook your hand out, a bit of your discomfort showing on your face as you felt pain shoot up your knuckles.

“first time punchin’ someone?” nahoya asked, gently taking your hand in his.

“yeah, i didn’t know it was gonna hurt so much.”

“well, it does hurt when you’re not used to punchin’ people.” he explained, gently tracing your knuckles. when he saw which spots were most painful for you he put your hand down again. “you don’t know how to correctly punch, but you still sent him into the wall like that? you’re cool as hell for that. and when we get back, i’ll wrap your hand for you.”

“mm…thanks, nahoya.”

“of course, sweets. now, let’s go celebrate your victory, yeah?”

manjiro [mikey] sano:

❥ he thinks you’re literally the coolest person ever!! he doesn’t have a single clue how to play any instruments, so he loves watching you play! he thinks you look the most attractive when you’re tearing it up on the bass, the enjoyment and happiness on your face making you look absolutely amazing, (secretly tries to take pictures during your set, but he keeps getting blocked by other people’s heads).

❥ asks if you can play the bass for any of his favorite songs!! he’s definitely the type who will be absolutely shocked, amazed, and somehow even more in love if he ever hears you learning how to play them for him!

❥ he can’t attend all of your shows, but he does make you promise to have somebody record it so that he can watch it later! he insists on watching the videos with you so that he can tell you at which moments you look the coolest, (he loves to see your embarrassed expression as you shyly thank him).

❥ definitely brings all his friends to watch you! they all jam out to your band’s music and think you’re super cool!

❥ because of mikey’s height, he will most likely ask if you can get him better seats so he has a good view of you. it’s not something in your power which makes him sad, so he’ll do his best to try and see you from where he’s at, (will yell at the people in front of him if they are too tall).

❥ adding on to this, he might invite draken for the sole purpose of having him lift him up so he can see you better.

❥ he creates a whole fanpage for you! mikey will compile all his different photos and videos of you and posts them to myspace, adding the most fanboy comments about you under the posts!

mmikey_78: (y/n) was so cool at this show! mmikey_78: my amazing (y/n) with their band performing their top song!!

❥ he likes to watch you and your band practice quickly before you guys perform, always teasing you by sending you cute winks and finger hearts.

❥ you’re the only person he will share his snacks with!! he usually will split half of one with you before you play and then after, saying that you need it to get your energy up so that you can play really well. he also does it because he likes to give you a few moments of quiet before you go on stage so that you can calm your nerves, and then give you a few moments after your show to gather yourself since he knows you’re a bit shy.

❥ he’s friendly with all your bandmates too, telling them that they all did a great job after you guys finish performing!

❥ always makes sure to drive you wherever you need to go; he even got a special super secure holder on his motorbike for your bass so that you don’t have to leave it somewhere else, (he spent a lot of his money on it, but he would do anything to make you happy).

“hm? (y/n)-cchi, do you know that person? he’s been staring at you guys for a while.” mikey whispered, his lips close to your ear.

“gah! manjiro! don’t scare me like that…” you murmured, looking around to see who he was talking about. “who? i don’t see anyone.”

mikey planted his hands on the sides of your head, turning it slowly until your head was facing who he was talking about.

“ah, him…he’s just this guy from our school who’s been bothering us.” you explained, moving your eyes away from him. “it’s not really a big deal though. he’s just a weirdo- gah!” mikey suddenly turned your head to look back at him, a pout on his lips.

“it’s a big deal if he’s bothering you guys! why didn’t you say anything about it before?” he whined, his brows furrowed together. “i could easily wipe the floor with him, y’know. do you not have faith in meee-!?”

“no, it’s not that manjiro! i just don’t want to cause any trouble, y’know…?” you trailed off when you saw from the corner of your eye the boy approaching the two of you. “man, speak of the devil…”

“hey!! where’s the rest of your little ‘band’? did they finally realize that you’re the most expendable?” he cackled.

“what’d you just say?” mikey asked, his voice flat. “who do you think you are talking to (y/n) like that, huh?” he moved to step in front of you, but you gently grabbed his arm, shaking your head.

“manjiro, it’s fine. it’s really not worth it.” you murmured, avoiding making eye contact with uju. “he’s just a jerk.”

“but-”

“really, it’s fine! let’s just go.” you pleaded. “i really don’t want to get into it with him right now.” mikey seemed hesitant, but after a few moments he relented.

“fineee. let me take you home then-”

“you’re ignoring me? hah, that’s rich. everybody knows you don’t have the guts to actually do anything.” uju leered, stepping forward to stand right in front of you. mikey had an intense look in his eyes, but you shook your head at him, making uju scoff. “oho, calling off your scary guard dog? wow, i’m soo scared!” he leaned forward getting right in your face. “i bet all your little friends left because they know that they would be better off without you! how does it feel to have the harsh truth shoved in your face? go on, tell me-!”

before you knew what you were doing, your hand had formed into a fist and flew straight into his nose, sending him flying back.

“gah, that hurt!!” you exclaimed, immediately cradling your hurt hand with your other. after a few seconds, you looked up, realizing that mikey was staring at you with a surprised expression and that uju was still laying on the ground. “oh my god, what did i just do?!”

you suddenly felt a pair of arms around you and you heard laughing in your ear, mikey’s voice ringing throughout the room.

“(y/n)-cchi, you punched him!! you actually punched him!! that was so funny!” he managed to get out. “you sent him flying!!”

“i-i didn’t mean to! he was just all up in my face and then i just…! agghhh, i shouldn’t have done that!” all you got in response was mikey’s arms tightening around your waist, pulling you closer to his side.

“you did so good! oh, but let’s get out of here before anybody notices!” he exclaimed, grabbing your hand and pulling you in the direction of the parking lot. “i’ll drive you home!”

“am i going to get arrested?!”

“don’t worry, i won’t ever let them catch you!”

“ohh my god, i’m gonna go to jail!!”

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