Hello Hello! May I Request For Some Angsty Headcanons For The Tokyo Rev Boys With Estranged Friend Reader

Hello hello! May I request for some angsty headcanons for the tokyo rev boys with estranged friend reader who they cut ties with cause they lived two opposite lives (and is secretly jealous of each other) BUT the prob is they always see each other in school busy being a delinquent and the other being an overachieving goody two shoes. Thanks you in advance ❤️❤️❤️

Genre: Angst

TW/CW: Jealousy, hurtful comments, mentions of/reader suffering from burn out, mentions of the stage of grief: denial, cursing, reader kinda gaslights herself in Baji's part

Characters Included: Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, and Baji

A/N: heyy Anon! I am so, so, so sorry for the wait, thank you so much for being patient! This one's for you, enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2

Mikey:

You and Mikey were childhood friends and from anyone’s point of view, it was obvious the two of you were close. However, things became different when Toman was formed. Slowly, you and Mikey began to drift apart. You tried to make the little friendship you both had last, but it was all futile. The last thing Mikey said before he severed the few strings between the two of you was, “You’re useless to me. You’ll only hold me and Toman back, so it's best if we go separate ways.”

After that day, you had been in complete denial that Mikey ended the bond between the two of you.

You tried calling him and looking for him at school, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Overtime, you would try to get over him, seeing how maybe he was right and that things just wouldn’t work out between the two of you since both of you were striving for completely different things in life.

That’s what you try to tell yourself at least.

As a way to distract yourself, you’d put in 100% of your effort into your academics to the point where you would constantly suffer from extreme burn out.

You began to distance yourself away from all your other friends, and eventually be hated or envied by most of your peers.

Meanwhile, you hadn’t noticed that Mikey had been watching you from a distance, making sure no one dared lay a finger on you.

“Once a good-girl, and always will be a good girl,” he whispers to himself, a smug smirk growing on Mikey’s face as he watches from afar as you become engrossed in your new assignments while walking back home.

Draken: 

“W-what?” you asked, stumbling back a bit as you try to process what Draken had said. Sighing, the tall male takes a big step toward you, shadow swallowing your own as he bores his cold eyes down on you. “I don’t want you around anymore,” his words once again sting you like you’ve just been slapped across the face, “all you do is focus on school, whatever happened to the fun, pretty girl I used to know? You’re no fun anymore”. Tears began to well in your eyes, but you force them back, not wanting to show any weakness to your new-found enemy. “You know what,” you grit out, holding his stare, “I wouldn’t want to be around a thug like you anyway! You’ll just get me in trouble and ruin my life!” You spat, swinging your backpack onto your shoulder as you shove past him.

Oh, you would definitely show him that you would be just fine without him around.

The moment you got home you lost his number and wiped away any traces of him. From burning pictures of the two of you together, to dumping all of his belongings in the trash.

Time passes and your in high school, currently class president and ranking #1 when it comes to test scores.

Meanwhile, Draken was rarely seen in school, too focused with Brahman and bikes, and sometimes secretly keeping watch of you.

Most of your female classmates didn’t have much respect for you, too envious of you after seeing how you had both beauty and brains. However, most of the boys in your class would constantly drool for you, and even go so far as to do everything you asked them to when needed. 

This fact had Draken livid.

Every day he was forced to watch some random guy (usually from quite a good background in comparison to himself) try to impress you or find a reason to talk to you, and it’d have his blood boiling as he watches from the sidelines. And to top it off, you’d entertain them and go along with the little game they were playing, including flirting with them.

However, what Draken didn’t know was that his “secret spying” wasn’t much of a secret at all, since you’ve known he’s been watching you for quite a long time.

Ever since that day, you promised you’d do everything in your power to hurt him like he hurt you. You wanted him to suffer. And what better way to do that when you have the power to make him see how much of a treasure you are after throwing you away like garbage? Maybe he’ll learn a lesson after your done tearing down his pride.

Mitsuya:

“You know… it must be hard having to balance a life as a part time babysitter, being a delinquent, AND running the school’s sewing club,” you say with fauxed concern as you eye Mitsuya from the doorway of where he worked in the classroom. “What do you want,” he scowls, refusing to meet your gaze as he continues with his work on the sewing machine. Humming you slowly walk over to him, eyes scanning over his focused orbs and his terrible posture. “It’s useless,” you state, using the heel of your foot to turn off the extension plug of where the sewing machine was powered by, “you’ll never beat me Mitsuya, so just stick to being a scummy thug and leave the sewing club to me.” “Get. Out.” he growls, finally lifting his head up to face you. "Oh come on, taka-chan~," you coo, leaning slightly over the table, "that's no way to treat a former friend."

The two of you were close when you both were kids, and when you both had discovered a similar passion for sewing, it was no surprise that you two had clicked immediately.

As you two grow older, you and Mitsuya began to grow apart due to his sudden interest in delinquency, while you strived to become a successful fashion designer in the future.

But what really broke the two of you apart was when you both had competed in a small fashion competition, which resulted in Mitsuya winning first place.

From then on, you had despised Mitsuya, seeing how not only he wanted to be a delinquent but also become a successful designer as well.

When Mitsuya became the sewing club president at your school, it only added more fuel to the fire, and it was safe to say that the whole school knew about the little rivalry between the two of you.

When you would happen to pass each other in the hallways or if you would just happen to stumble around the corner where the sewing club is, you’d peek through the glass to see him helping the club members that admired him as they worked on different projects.

You would often curse yourself as your mind wonders as to what things would have been like if you and Mitsuya had still been friends. 

On the other hand, when Mitsuya would work on projects of his own, he would always have the thought of you and him working side by side and would think that if he had time machine to see what went wrong, he’d fix the pasts mistakes in order for you and him to still be together.

Baji:

“Just what the hell were you thinking Baji?!” you shout, a mixture of anger and concern settled in your tone as you look at your bruised faced friend that was completely relaxed as he settles into your couch. Baji rolls his eyes scoffing,“It’s not that big a deal, I only got punched once.” “Not a big deal?” you repeated, folding your arms, “Baji we were just walking home and the next thing I know you're suddenly getting into a brawl with a fucking gangster twice your age, that is more than a big deal!” you shoot back, pacing back and forth in your living room as you rub your temples to try to soothe the headache coursing through your brain. “Yeah? Well it doesn’t mean much to me, because unlike your goody-two-shoes-self, I know how to take a fucking hit,” he defends, standing up to close the distance between the two of you which causes you to halt in your action, “your overreacting, it’s not like you were the one fighting,” he spits, glaring down at you. “You know what,” you growl, your piercing gaze challenging his own, “if you think I’m overreacting so much because I'm worried about you, then go ahead and find someone else to leave you to get killed!”

After the argument you two had, you stopped seeing each other from then on and decided to live the different lives you both wanted.

Baji had gotten into more fights since then on, and every time he tried to clean himself up (and end up having to call chifuyu or his mom) he’d think of the times you used to dress his wounds.

Baji would pass by the nurse’s office with Chifuyu tailing behind him and he’d watch from a distance as you would help nurse a fellow classmate while scolding them about being careful and taking care of themselves.

Seeing you happy with others and scolding your friends once in a blue moon struck a nerve with Baji, seeing how you're doing fine without him, meanwhile he could barely wrap a bandage around his finger. 

Meanwhile, you would wonder as to how Baji was doing without you.

When you would study by yourself or help out a friend, you’d think of all the good times you’d have when you would have to constantly help Baji with his homework.

But, when you’d feel yourself missing him or thinking about him, you would remind yourself about the argument you had with him and would tell yourself that it was for the best since he clearly didn’t value how much you had cared for him

Y/N: I'm tired of your bullshit!

KISAKI: I'm tired of your bullshit

Y/N: Then fucking leave then!?

KISAKI: I'll fucking leave, tf is wrong with you?

KISAKI: I'll beat everybody tf up in here-

MIKEY: Who? Beat who up? *Puts dorayaki down*

KISAKI: Oh, no- Not you bruh...

DRAKEN: Hah? Then WHO??

CHIFUYU: Aye bruh, who tf is you gon beat up bro. who?

BAJI: Yeah, that's what im tryna figure out, who you finna beat up?

ANGRY: That's what tf we tryna figure out

SMILEY: Who tf he gon beat up??

MITSUYA: Bro, who is you talking bout?

KISAKI: No... no, I-I wasn't talking bout none of yall

IZANA: Man i heard you said you was gon beat up everybody ass in here, who bitch?

KISAKI: No no, not you Izana-

SOUTH: THEN WHO? You said everybody in here, you aint talking bout me.

KISAKI: Yo chill-

RINDOU: Ain't no chill bro who tf is you talking bout?

RAN: Awh wait, this bitch said he gon beat up everybody in here? BITCH WHO?

Y/N: YEAH BITCH, WHO? WHO TF YOU GON BEAT UP???

TAKEMICHI: AYO, yall figure out who he gon beat tf up? who? WHO BITCH?

EVERYBODY SURROUNDING KISAKI: WHOOO WHOOOO, WHOO BITCH??

Looking At Me - Part 2

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Characters Included: Takemichi, Kazutora, Nahoya, Inupi, Kokonoi

Parts:

Part 1    Part 2

Takemichi lets out an exasperated sigh, “I just don’t get Mikey-kun at all…he’s so unpredictable.” He runs his hands through his disheveled blonde hair, letting out another sigh. “Hey, y/n, what do you think I should…,” he trails off, eyes widening in surprise as he meets your focused gaze. How long have they been staring at me? Hesitantly, the blonde makes his way towards you, gently tapping your shoulder. “Hey, y/n? Everything ok?” he asks softly, concerned laced in his tone. You jump slightly at the contact, snapping out of your dozed state. You blink for a moment before shaking your head as a giggle escapes your lips. “Sorry, michi, you just look kinda cute when you're so focused with your thoughts.” you confess. Freezing, Takemichi’s face warms at your compliment, a hand reaching up to clench his chest as his heart rate races a mile a minute. He’s quick to look away, eyes flickering to the corners of your room as he tries to avoid your sweet gaze. “Y-you really mean it?” he mumbles, sheepishly rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. Scooting closer to him on the floor, you cup his face, turning him to face you. Placing a soft kiss on his reddened cheek, you pull back slightly, and whisper, “Of course, after all, I love you takemitchy~” you coo, once again giggling at his ever-growing flustered state. The moment the statement had reached the blushing virgin’s ears, he had sworn to himself that a part of him died right then and there. 

“Would you cut it out y/n? You’re gonna make Kazutora quit if you keep watching him like a damn hawk,” Chifuyu grumbles, crossing his arms as he shoots you a pointed look. However, all comments fell on deaf ears as you continued to eye the dual hair-colored male from across the pet shop, sighing in defeat at the thought of how someone as good-looking as him would never even look your way. It wasn’t fair. Every day there’s a new woman coming into the pet shop, not bothering to look for a pet, but to look for Kazutora. And every day he’d always pay attention to them, but never to you. It was as if the universe was rubbing it in your face that you didn’t have a chance with the man at all. “Then just fire me already,” you pout, eyes never tearing away from the blonde and black-haired cutie as he engages in a conversation with yet another girl, not even bothering to glance at you at all. “Here,” a stack of papers is dropped in front of you with a loud thud, “if you're gonna sit and stare at him, you might as well help with the catalogs too while you're at it.” he states, turning on his heel as he grabs his coat and bag. “Where are you going?” you straighten up from your hunched over position. Ignoring your question, he rifles through his coat pocket before fishing out a set of keys and tossing them to you. “Make sure you and Kazutora lock up after, ok?” and with that he makes his way out of the store, leaving the both of you alone. Or, per say, the three of you. It didn’t take you long to finish the paperwork Chifuyu dumped on you, leaving you with the opportunity to spend the rest of the day staring at Kazutora, who had long ago waved his persistent visitor goodbye as you got lost in your thoughts. The shop is soon filled with deafening silence, with the occasional shuffle of a broom or movement of a few boxes. As Kazutora finishes tidying the shop, he catches a glance of your stare, causing him to halt his actions as he fully turns his attention towards you. You wore a pout on your lips, eyebrows furrowed as you bore holes at him, holding your cheek in your hand. Furrowing his own brows, he makes his way toward you, stopping in front of the desk that stood in between the two of you. “Hey…y/n?” he softly calls, yet there was no response. Glancing down at your balled fist on the wooden surface of the counter, he hesitantly reaches a hand out to stroke your skin with his thumb, “y/n?” The sudden contact causes you to snap back to reality, eyes widening slightly as you come face to face with a familiar tiger tattoo. Looking up from where you sat, you see a concerned Kazutora towering over you, eyes fixated on your own. A blush creeps its way onto your face, and you're quick to retract your hand from his as you cover your face. Chuckling, Kazutora shakes his head, “You're too obvious when you stare y/n,” he teases, leaning over the desk as he inches his face closer to your own. “Pfft-me? Stare? I don't know what you mean!” You try to avoid his prying gaze, but failed miserably when he takes your chin between two fingers, forcing your face to meet his own before letting go. Standing up straight, he smiles, “If you want, how about you let me take you out? That way, you’ll be able to stare at me all you want and not get in trouble with our boss,” he offers. You couldn’t utter a word. Were you dreaming? You had to be. “y/n you don't have to-” “YES!” you shout standing up and hugging him over the desk. Chuckling once more, he wraps his arms around you, mentally noting to thank Chifuyu later.

“Hey y/n, I’ll be right back alright?” Nayoha voices, glancing at you before walking off to join the other division captains that were gathered in the center of the entrance of Musashi Shrine. “Yeah, no problem,” you nod in reply, watching as he walks off. “Hey y/n!” turning around, you see Souya sitting on the steps leading to the shrine, motioning for you to come over. Walking over to him, you take a seat next to him on the steps, following his gaze to where he watched Nahoya engage in the meeting that was being held. “What do you think they’re talking about?” you asked the blue-haired twin. Shrugging he says, “Beats me. Big bro doesn’t tell me much of what he hears in the division captain meetings, but it’s probably about the new gangs that are popping up in Shibuya.” Nodding at his statement, you turn to where your boyfriend stood, holding your head in your hands as you gaze at the pink-haired male. You couldn’t help but worry for him, as well as his brother. Ever since the events of the Bloody Halloween, you’ve been worried sick for the twins, but mainly Nahoya. He always puts you and his brother first before himself, and it scares you that he might end up getting into a fight that he might not be able to win. Just the thought of Nahoya getting hurt makes you frown and your heart ache, all of which didn’t go unnoticed by Souya. An hour later, the meeting between division captains was adjourned, while everyone went their separate ways, Nahoya makes his way back to where you sat alongside his brother. “Hm? What’s up with her?” he questions. Standing up, Souya glances at you before turning his full attention to his brother. “I think she might be worried.” Nahoya raises a brow, turning his gaze back to you. He stands in front of you before crouching down to meet your eye level. Reaching a hand out, he pinches your nose, wiggling it slightly in his grasp. This, no doubt, causes you to jump out of your thoughts as you quickly grab onto Nahoya’s arm. “H-hey! Nahoya, let go of my nose!” you whine, pouting as he lets go of your nose. “Quit frownin’ doll.” You stifle, before turning away from him, “Nahoya, I-” he doesn’t give you a chance to speak, silencing your lips with a quick kiss. He takes both of your hands, pulling you up to stand up with him and hold you in a warm embrace. “Everything is fine, so stop worrying.” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “Ok,” you whisper, snaking your hands around his neck, pulling yourself closer to his chest.  “By the way…,” pulling away, he cups your face to look at him, “if you’re going to stare at me, you should be more subtle about it.” Souya stifles a laugh from afar as you turn away in embarrassment. “Nahoya!” you whine, earning a giggle from your pink-haired partner. 

Inupi always acted so serious around you, but would sometimes show you the soft side of him. When there were times you wanted him to be soft with you, you’d usually have to take matters into your own hands, even if it meant staring holes into your boyfriend while he worked. Inupi and Draken were working on a bike that wasn’t in the best of condition due to the lack of care its owner had for it, so it was as expected neither of them would be paying you much attention any time soon, especially your boyfriend. A frustrated sigh leaves Inupi’s lips as he wipes the sweat that had been collecting on his brow, “Hey Draken, you mind grabbing the screwdriver on the desk over there?” he asked, pointing to where you were seated at. Grunting, Draken moves from under the bike and makes his way over to you. Grabbing the tool, he pauses before looking down at you. You sat with your head down on your folded arms as you watched Inupi tinker underneath the bike, eyes glued to him and completely void from your own surroundings. To Draken, it was kinda creepy, but he also felt bad, knowing that Inupi barely talks with you, let alone spend much time with you due to his shyness and the fact he’s been put to work most of the time. Walking back to Inupi, he taps his leg with the tool, gaining the sweaty male’s attention. Motioning with his head toward you he says, “Go take a break, I got this.” Inupi knits his brows together, straightening up from his position and glancing from you back to his boss. “But-” “Go,” Draken interjects, while rolling up his sleeves, “you should go spend time with her, besides the bike will be here for another week if not longer, so take a break and go see about your girl.” he says, shooting a stern gaze to his stunned employee. Nodding, he quietly strode toward you, where you sat completely fixated from where he was. Guilt tugged at his heart strings as he saw your dozed state. Sighing, he takes a seat next to you before reaching a hand over to rub circles on your back. The soft contact was enough to startle you out of your daze, pulling you back into reality as you take aware of your surroundings once again. You turn to the side, eyes locking with your boyfriend’s as he softly grins at you. He trails his hand from your back to your cheek, using the back of his finger to caress the soft skin. “Hey..,” his voice is soft, not his usual flat tone, “I-um, I just-” you cut him off with a peck on the lips, smiling as red coats his pale cheeks. “No worries, I don’t mind.” You say, grinning as he huffs before cupping your own cheeks. “Babe?” You hum, a sign that you were listening. “If you're going to stare at me, could you do it at home and not at work?” he pleads, giving you a pointed look. “But-!” “No buts.”

“Are you an idiot or what?” Inupi mutters as he shoots a pointed look over to his distracted friend. Kokonoi hums as he continues to sift through the book he had picked up, “What is it now? If you're bored, then leave.” Huffing Inupi hits the dark-haired male on the shoulder, causing the book he was holding to fall out of his grasp with a loud thud echoing throughout the library. Kokonoi grits his teeth, slowly turning to look at his friend. “Inupi. What the fuck?” he growls, sending a glare of his own towards his seemingly stoic friend. “Is this how you treat y/n, too?” Furrowing his brows, Koko narrows his eyes at his friend, “What the hell are you on about?” “Are you dumb or something?” Inupi states flatly, gaze boring into Koko’s now seething ones. “She’s been staring at you ever since you dumped your head in that book.” At the mention of “she”, Koko turned around in his seat and was met with a pair of trained eyes on him. There you were sat at a table, bright e/c eyes fixated on him as your head rested on one hand. Kokonoi is quick to blush, feeling flattered at the fact that you were so focused on him. “You should go talk to her, you like her right?” Inupi asks, scanning his flustered friend. Clearing his throat, “w-what? But I-,” when Koko turned to look at his friend, he was met with nothing but an empty seat. Swallowing hard, he takes a deep breath before making his way over to your table. You were so lost in your trance that you hadn’t even realized you were face-to-face with your delinquent crush. Kokonoi glances from your soft lips to your eyes, scanning over your attractive features. He was so lost in his own trance of observation, he hadn’t realized he had reached a hand to tuck a strand of hair from your face. The small contact between the two of you pulls you both back to reality, leaving the both of you just as confused and flustered with each other in sight. “O-oh, hey Koko! Um..,” you pause searching your jogged brain for anything that could squash the sudden awkwardness between the two of you, “how long have you been at the library?” The question gains the attention of the stylish-looking male, almond-shaped eyes, holding your own. Leaning over he props his head on his hand, tilting his head to the side as a small smirk reaches his lips. “Long enough to see you staring,” he replies, the answer causing you to squirm in your seat as you look down at your fidgeting hands on the wooden surface. “You know,” he says, bringing a hand over your own, “maybe we can hang out here again? Just the two of us, so that way you can stare at me whenever you like instead of snooping around,” he breathes out, silently praying you’d agree. Shyly, you nod, squeezing his hand as you finally look back at him, “If that’s ok with you, then I’d really like that koko.” God, what did he deserve to finally have someone like you?

hellooo~ may I request a headcannon prompt where the tokyo revengers boys react to y/n passing out? like including the characters draken, ran, etc.

Prompt: TR characters reacting to reader passing out

Genre: Fluff

Characters Included: Draken, Ran, Rindou, Mitsuya

Warnings: mentions/suggestions of syncope in Rindou's part , mentions/suggestions of hypoglycemia (low blood pressure) in Mitsuya's part, mentions/suggestions of anemia in Draken's part, Arrhythmia (heart condition) in Ran's part, reader passes out/temporarily loses consciousness

A/N: heyy luv, here you go! Enjoy!

Draken

The first time you passed out on him, he was freaking out.

He left to go get groceries while you preferred to stay inside and relax since you felt a bit light-headed from the workout you had engaged in with Draken not too long ago.

As soon as he leaves, you pass out right on the couch, immediately blacking out.

Checking for his keys, Draken realizes he must have left them back in the house, so he goes back inside, only to find you passed out on the sofa.

Now, he's used to knowing what to do when things go south, always staying composed and making sure you weren't in any lethal danger, but when he doesn't understand what had caused you to pass out, he immediately dials your doctor's number, which was embedded into a silver bracelet you wore that had all your medical information.

When he gets through, the doctor immediately explains the situation, informing him that you suffered from anemia and things like this are normal for you and instructs that the only kind of danger you would be in is if you weren't breathing or waking up after five minutes had passed.

When the doctor explains that passing out is inevitable, Draken somewhat relaxes, but was still concerned about when you would wake up.

Thanking the doctor, he hangs up and gets you comfortable on the couch, making sure to prop your head on a pillow so you could breathe easier.

When you do eventually wake up, he's asking you if you're alright, how you feel, or if you need anything.

When you confirm that you're ok, he immediately scolds you while flicking your forehead. Half angry and half hurt that you didn't tell him about your condition sooner.

"What if you needed actual medical attention and you weren't wearing your bracelet? I wouldn't have been able to know what to do!"

Don't worry though, when he does calm down, he's quick to pull you close to him and nuzzle into the crook of your neck as his tough exterior melts away, making him succumb to your gentle touches and loving words.

From then on, he always goes to your frequent doctor appointments and makes sure to know all he can about your condition, so next time he'll be prepared.

     Ran

You had Arrhythmia, a heart condition, and on some occasions when you drink caffeine or don't keep your cholesterol under control, you end up having to take your medication or deal with passing out for a few minutes after taking your medication.

Of course, Ran was aware about your condition after he had experienced you passing out on the floor after accidentally drinking some of his coffee.

When there were days you would pass out he'd still be a bit on edge, since sometimes you'd stay out cold for a little too long, but he'd stay calm and prop your head up while occasionally checking if you're breathing was steady.

Sometimes when he'd tease you or prank you, you would use your condition to scare him by acting like you had passed out again.

When you would do that, he'd scold you and apologize to you as long as you didn't try to do it again. (despite how teasing and carefree he is, he couldn't stand the thought of losing you.)

I suggest you get use to him wanting to follow you wherever you go. He's scared to leave you alone, even in the confines of your home, since he knows you can be vulnerable when you do pass out.

When he's not around, he makes sure that Rindou or some men are around you or knows your location at all times.

When you get a medical ID bracelet for your condition, he goes the extra mile to customize it and decorate it with your favorite charms.

Rindou

Similar to Draken, he wasn't aware of your health condition that causes you to pass out and ends up finding out when he finds you passed out.

However, Ran, your best friend, was quite aware that you suffered from syncope and was sworn to secrecy to not tell his younger brother.

Your reasoning for not telling Rindou was due to the fact that you were scared of how he would react, and more importantly, you didn't want to be a burden to him. But, you knew he'd find out at some point, so you decided you would tell him when you felt ready.

He left you with Ran at his place when he decided to go to the corner store to surprise you with your favorite snacks.

On cue, when he had stepped out of the house, you immediately told Ran that you felt dizzy.

The older haitani was quick to guide you into the living room and lay you down with your head resting on a couple of pillows, while covering you with a blanket.

He sits close by on the floor, scrolling on his phone while occasionally checking your breathing.

When Rindou comes back with a bag full of goodies and sees you "asleep" with Ran next to you on the floor, immediately his boyfriend senses start to tingle.

He'll question Ran and why he was on the floor, knowing well enough his brother prefers the comfort of pillows than the harshness of flat surfaces.

And, with a straight face, he answered, "Oh, yeah, y/n's passed out and won't wake up for a while, so I let her have the couch."

Rindou is slack jawed with wide eyes as he glances between your "sleeping" form and Ran's calm expression before dropping the bag of snacks and smacking him upside the head away from you as he shakes your shoulders and calls for you to wake up.

Let's just say it took all it had in Ran to not knock his younger brother out to calm him down, since he was practically fuming and freaking out at the same time.

When he's got Rindou in a hold, he quickly explains your condition and the occasions of you passing out, and the reason why he wasn't told earlier about your health condition.

He's shocked, as well as saddened by your fear of how he'd react, understanding that he wasn't the best at handling his emotions or expressing his feelings and realized it was reasonable as to why you hesitated to tell him.

When the two of them seperate from one another and Rindou is calm, he settles next to Ran on the floor beside you, while holding his breath anxiously as he waits for you to wake up.

When you do wake up, he's quick to pull you into a hug and mutter a bunch of apologies and 'I love you's' in your ear.

"Don't ever hide something like this from me. I'll love you no matter what you idiot."

After that, expect to be pampered more than usual.

He'll accompany you to your doctor appointments, walk with you even if he doesn't feel like it, and constantly text you to see if you're ok.

Goes the extra mile to order cute matching emergency bracelets so you can notify him when your passed out as well as a medical ID so just in case he isn't around you, someone will see it on you and know what to do.

     Mitsuya

Eight months into your relationship with Mitsuya, you had worked up the courage to tell him about your health condition and that you suffered from hypoglycemia since you were a kid after Hakkai had insisted you tell him at some point.

He wasn't shocked since he had noticed you were careful with what you ate and how much sugar you consumed.

However, he became more aware of you and was extra careful with you as well, since he wanted to make sure you were comfortable around him with your condition.

He did a lot of research about hypoglycemia and how it to affects you.

When you first pass out on him, he's quick to react and check if you were breathing.

He sets you down on your shared bed and waits for you to wake up with your hand held in his.

When you wake up, you're quick to apologize, since you were embarrassed that you had passed out in front him for the first time.

"There's no need to apologize. After all, a sleeping beauty like you has a prince she can rely on, so don't worry so much." SBJSBDJ HE'S SUCH A SWEETHEART

Expect a lot of acts of service. He'll make sure you don't lift a finger and make alternative foods for you to eat so you can enjoy the same things he can enjoy.

When you aren't in the mood for eating, he'll coax, or sometimes beg, for you to eat something because he is worried about your blood pressure dropping too low.

However, when you are in the mood to eat, but not in the mood to follow your dietary restrictions you try to sneak eating a few sweets or some junk food.

Keyword "try"

Mitsuya almost always catches you trying to eat things your not suppose to, lecturing you that it wasn't good for you and that you shouldn't be careless about your health.

When he's done scolding you he'll let you slide with eating one or two sweets or the junk food you were craving, since he understands that it must be hard for you to be limited to things other people can enjoy. When your finished and end up feeling dizzy after eating, he'll watch over you when you pass out.

When he sees you stir when you are about to wake up from passing out, he'll press a long, sweet kiss to your lips to wake you up.

The Delinquent Next Door - Part 4: It’s A Date!

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: With your world turning upside down, you begin to slowly connect the dots of who your neighbor really is. It seems that no matter where you are or what situation you’re in, it all relates back to Hanma Shuji. Things are moving a bit too fast for you...so, how will you manage?

Pairing: Hanma Shuji x Neighbor! Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of violence/violent behavior, slight trauma mentions/suggestions

A/N: *gasp* THANK YOU SO MUCH! 😭  Honestly, I was about to abandon the whole thing, but since I've been getting a lot of questions about it, I'll be posting the rest of it every week or so. This part was kinda short, so I apologize in advance. Enjoy!

Part 1      Part 2      Part 3     Part 4  

Two days have passed since your near death experience with Hanma. 

Guess you could basically check off almost being murdered off your bucket list.

What a wonderful world we live in. 

After the experience of the unsavory adventure, you began to contemplate the events of that night, while trying to piece together the…interesting background of your neighbor. 

His infamous reputation as the most feared gangster in Kabukicho was very odd, seeing as how a normal individual, such as yourself, wouldn’t have a clue about him, yet those small fry gangsters knew him like he was some historical figure out of a history book. 

I mean, since when do gangsters do homework on other gangsters? Maybe there’s some sort of class specifically for delinquents or something?

You shook your head. 

This is crazy.

To be honest, you had to give him some credit.  Despite the ridiculous and underlying comical nickname as a “Grim Reaper,'' you understood why people–delinquents–feared him so much.

That night when witnessing the fight between him and those thugs was something you certainly would never forget. Not because of the shock or the adrenaline pumping through your body due to the obvious danger that was present in the situation but because of the fact that Hanma, at the time, wasn’t the same person you met. Or, in your eyes, wasn’t just the average asshole next door neighbor that you had bumped into. 

That night, you saw a completely different side of him aside from his crude and playfully cocky behavior. 

He wasn’t the idiot you saw trying to bulldoze his door because he was lazy. No, he was a guy who would have beaten the crap out of anyone that looked at him wrong without hesitation and a really, really, really scary delinquent. 

Certainly someone you wouldn’t want to piss off. At least, not too much. 

Just gathering that much pretty much made it clear that Hanma wasn’t exactly normal.

As a matter of fact, it’s almost impossible to consider him ‘normal’ after witnessing how he basically took life as a joke with little to no care for his own safety and well-being. Which makes him ten times as weird as you thought he was.

What kind of neighbor knows how to beat the literal shit out of people? No–what kind of person takes pleasure in violence? 

None of which you or anyone else knew, that’s for sure.

Nonetheless it seems that everywhere you go, trouble follows behind you, and so does Hanma Shuji. 

I should move….and get out of the neighborhood while I’m still in one piece.

“Hey…”

But that wouldn’t really benefit me much. It was hard enough finding somewhere cheap to live.

“y/n!”

You snap out of your thoughts, turning your full attention towards your concerned best friend.

She frowns. “Are you alright? Are you still in shock from what happened?”

You blink owlishly, waiting for her words to process.

Oh right, she still feels guilty.

You glare at her, landing a gentle smack to her shoulder, “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m fine! Quit beating yourself up already”

She frowns,“How can I not blame myself after you almost got hurt? All because of a stupid date!” she pouts, eyes watery as she takes your hand into her own, squeezing gently.

 “You’ve been so distant lately, and you’ve been on edge ever since that night,” she mumbles, once again squeezing your hand apologetically, “how can I not worry about you…” 

Ok, sure, it kinda was her fault. 

No, wait, scratch that–it definitely was her fault. But, hey, it could have been worse. If it weren’t for your crazy neighbor, you would’ve ended up in a body bag, yet here you are now, alive and breathing, and still working minimum wage at a run-down diner for a living.

“You say that as if I’m dead already,” you deadpan, rolling your eyes as you turn back to the register you were posted at, “and besides, as far as I’m concerned I’m still sucking air for the most part, so you shouldn’t be so worried. I’m fine.”

Bzzz!

Great timing universe!

Quickly fishing out your phone from your jeans pocket, you quickly glance at the new notification on your screen.

Jerk-Face Reaper: Meet me on the roof at 11 P.M.

Gee, my day was great, thanks for asking!

You: Why? 

He doesn’t respond, only having read the message as indicated underneath your text.

You huff, slightly gripping your phone as you curse him through the tiny device.

You: I’m not gonna come if you don’t tell me why. I have to study for exams tonight, so I don’t have time for you rn. 

“Who’s that? Is he a friend?” f/n asked, now leaning over your shoulder while scanning over your recent messages.

“I’m still trying to figure that out.” you sigh, placing your phone down on the counter.

She raises a brow. “Hmmm, why is he asking you out?”

Warmth creeps at the back of your neck. “He never said anything about a date!” you blurt out, clearing your throat as you set your phone down as you try to busy yourself at the empty register.

“Besides, we don’t know each other like that.”

She shrugs, “Maybe he wants to get to know you.”

Trust me, it’s the other way around. And not in the romantic perspective either.

“And what’s with the weird contact name? Something face reaper? Sounds like something straight out of a comic book.”

What is this? An interrogation?

Intentional or not, those were some damn good questions, none of which you wanted to answer. 

Bzzz!

You snatch your phone from the countertop, looking over to see your best friend caught up in a conversation with the cook.

Jerk-Face Reaper: Just come. 

You: …

You: You can reach me at my apartment, I’ll be studying. Goodbye :)

Jerk-Face Reaper: …

Jerk-Face Reaper: …Please?

You grinned.

You: Aww, such a sweetheart! I’ll take it. See you at 11!

“Aw, so it is a date!” f/n coos from behind you.

So she’s just spawning out of thin air now?!

“I-its not! I swear!” you groaned, hiding your face in your arms.

I hate it here.

Probably the most relatable thing said in this entire final arc