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

hello! can I have some headcanons for Kakucho, Rindou, Ran, Baji and Mochi (if you write for him-) like on their wedding day? would they be emotional, are they bridezillas themselves? etc :>

of that's fine with you ofc!

A/N: hello luv! Thank you so much for the request ❤️ Here’s some headcanons of Kakucho, Rindou, Ran, Baji, and Mochi on their wedding day, I hope you like it!

Kakucho

The day he told you he loved you, he swore to himself he’d marry you.

Lo and behold, after years of putting your relationship to the test, he popped the question.

The day of the wedding, he was ecstatic... but also afraid.

Will he be a good enough husband for you? Is it selfish of him to marry you despite the different lives you live? Would you end up in danger because of him and what he does?

So many thoughts flooded through his mind, wondering what he did to deserve having you by his side let alone being so blessed as to accept him as your soon-to-be husband.

While Kakucho swims in doubt at the altar, Ran nudges him, signaling that you were about to walk down the aisle.

When he lays eyes on you, it seemed as if time itself had stopped, and he couldn’t help but cry at how serene you looked.

As soon as his eyes landed on you, all of his doubts were washed away, and the only thing that was in his mind at that moment was that he definitely wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and never leave your side.

Despite having all the members of Bonten around him, he was crying the whole time while you walked down the aisle. 

During the afterparty he’d constantly whisper sweet nothings to you while caressing your hand which was now adorned with the wedding bands that officially labeled the two of you as husband and wife.

Would slow dance with you for the rest of the night without a care in the world.

When midnight had struck, the both of you drove in a limo to a suite that was prepared where you would spend the rest of the night with your own exciting activities ;) 

Rindou

On the outside, Rindou is calm and full of smiles. The ideal reaction of someone ready to get married to the love of their life.

On the inside, he was a complete disaster.

Before the ceremony, he had dragged Ran into the dressing room confessing that he didn’t think he could go through with the wedding.

Similar to Kakucho, the younger haitani was filled with doubts, thinking he didn’t deserve you or that he’d mess up in the future and neglect you due to his lifestyle as a high-profile criminal.

Ran knew his brother was just being dramatic (in his own way) and didn’t know how to deal with this new chapter being made in his life. 

Ever since they were kids neither of the haitanis knew what it was like to be in love, let alone to dedicate themselves to just one person.

He forces Rindou to go to the altar, constantly whispering that he would be fine and to “suck it up”.

While he waits for you, he sweats bullets while constantly checking the time.

Lowkey thought that you had left to be with someone else (poor rin rin😭)

When you finally walked down the aisle he couldn’t help but gawk and blush at how beautiful you looked in your wedding dress.

Not only that he was dying of embarrassment when he could hear his brother teasing him from behind.

He was so impatient to kiss you that he didn’t give the priest the chance to officially declare the both of you husband and wife.

During the afterparty his brother gives a sappy, overdramatic speech about the two of you and ends up showing some baby pictures of Rindou.

By the end of the night the both of you were cuddled up on a bed in a hotel Ran had booked for the two of you to stay in while enjoying the rest of your wedding night.

“Hmmm, thank you…” “For what?” “For becoming my wife, Mrs. Haitani.” “Anything for you, Mr. Haitani.”

Ran

The moment he proposed to you, he already had the whole wedding planned out. 

He would constantly be on the phone making arrangements with the wedding planner and always asking for your opinion on what would go best for the theme of the wedding.

The day before the wedding, the wedding cake hadn’t arrived yet and Ran almost lost it. It took you and his brother three hours just to get him to calm down before he hunted down the cake decorator. 

Thankfully, Rindou had ordered a back-up just in case the first one didn’t make it.

The day of the wedding, he’s constantly asking Rindou if he looks good, or if his hair is out of place. (I hc him as the type of person to be nit-picky about how he looks)

“Rindou! How do I look?” “The same since yesterday.”

Did I mention that this man gave the tailor such a hard time with his suit?

When he had picked it up, he spent two hours getting his suit re-pressed because it “wasn't good enough”.

As he’s standing at the altar he can’t help but smirk to himself at the idea of finally putting a ring on your finger.

When the priest had announced to kiss the bride he immediately dipped you down and went straight for your lips (yk that cheesy scene of the groom kissing the bride, yeah that would be him) and afterwards, he carried you bridal-style down the aisle.

The afterparty had exceeded your own expectations, and of course when Ran sees your reaction he can’t help but tease you. “This is the least I could do for our big day, darling~”

HE DEFINITELY PREPARED CUTE WEDDING GAMES FOR YOU TWO TO PLAY AT THE PARTY.

Danced to Footloose with you.

Ends the night with him driving you to the penthouse where the whole place is decorated with rose petals, candles, and a bunch of gifts presented neatly in your shared bedroom.

Baji

Day of the wedding he tried to sneak a peek at you while Mitsuya and Yuzuha were getting you ready (he ended up getting caught by Draken and got dragged away).

Poor guy forgot his vows and was practicing with Chifuyu and Kazutora at the last minute before it was time for him to go to the altar and start the ceremony.

Similar to Kakucho, he definitely would ball his eyes out when he sees you walking down the aisle. 

When it was time to present his vows, he still didn’t remember anything, so he just  said “fuck it” and said whatever came to mind. (surprisingly made everyone cry, including you)

After being pronounced husband and wife, he gave you the sloppiest kiss ever and ended up ALMOST making out with you. You had to push him back just so it wouldn’t go so far and meanwhile he was just smiling like an idiot. (let's be honest, he knew what he was doing)

The afterparty was absolutely wild.

There were numerous pranks being played on the both of you by Mikey, Chifuyu, and Kazutora.

Pah-chin and Pey-yan were always cracking jokes about how Baji was able to snag someone as special as you and he’d play right along with the friendly banter.

When it was time to cut the cake the both of you fed each other slices of cake.

Mikey waited until Baji’s face got close enough to the cake so he could smash his head in it after feeding some to you.

At the end of the night, he’d take you out on his bike with the rest of the gang and ride around Tokyo as a way to finish off celebrating your marriage.

Mochi

He spent a lot of money on your wedding. He especially went out of his way to spend a lot on your honeymoon.

The days leading up to your wedding, he spoils you with small gifts and extra attention (e.g. taking you out on shopping sprees, running you baths, etc.).

As a bonten executive he is the most brutal and cruel towards others, but with you he’d do anything for you.

Similar to Ran, he’d make sure that the wedding would go smoothly and he didn’t want you to worry much about the planning. 

If there was something that you didn’t like or was unsure of he’d make adjustments in a heartbeat.

The day of your wedding, he kept checking his pockets to make sure he had the ring (his worst nightmare was to marry you without putting a ring on your pretty finger)

He kept revising his vows in his head.

He was completely awestruck when he saw you in your wedding dress.

He broke down as he was reciting his vows to you.

When you both were pronounced husband and wife, he kissed you while twirling you around.

At the afterparty he feeds you whatever you want to eat because he doesn’t want his newly wedded wife to lift a finger (I imagine him to be extra sweet and caring with you on your wedding night)

When the both of you get the suite that he had booked for the night, he helps you take off your wedding dress and wipe off the make-up on your face.

He would run you a bath and massage you with lotion and different scents while telling you how you’ve made him the happiest man in the world. 

“Leave everything to me sweetheart, let me show you how much I love you.”

Thank you to everyone who got me to 10000 likes! You guys are seriously amazing ❤️

Looking At Me

Prompt: Tokyo Revengers boys caught you staring at them 

Genre: fluff, sickly romantic?

Warnings: None except for y/n being a slight pervert in Mitsuya’s part sorry not sorry

Characters Includes: Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Baji, Mitsuya

A/N: heyyy luvs, I’m back in the saddle lol. Just wanted to share some 3 AM thoughts that I had wrote up! I’m considering making more parts of this cuz this had me running LAPS 🫠, feel free to tell me what you think! Also, thank you all so much for the appreciation of my posts, you all are the best, enjoy!

Parts:

Part 1    Part 2 

“And then ken-chin was like-hey, y/n, are you listening to me?” Mikey asks, tilting his head up to look at you as he adjusts his position from where he layed in your lap. Silence was your only response as you continued to gaze at him with nothing but love. Gently, he reaches a hand to your face, delivering feathery touches to your cheek. You hummed at his soft gesture, placing your hand over his own. “Sorry. Wasn’t paying attention.” You breathe out, snapping out of your love-sick daze. Pouting, he’s quick to sit up and turn his full attention to you, “What? The whole time?” You couldn’t help but giggle at his puppy-like nature. “You were just so cute, I couldn’t help myself Mikey,” you confessed, smiling as your boyfriend’s cheeks sprouted red at your sudden confession. He’s quick to bury his flushed face into the crook of your neck, pulling you into a messy hug that causes the both of you to topple back down on the couch with him on top of you. “Why do you have to be so cute all the time?” he whines, burrowing his face deeper into you as you laugh at your boyfriend’s soft nature.

Draken grunts softly as he straightens his posture after three long hours of tinkering with the bike he had been working on. “Hey babe, could you pass me that wrench from the toolbox over there?” he groans, stretching out once more from his hunched-over position. When he doesn’t hear your usual “yes baby” or “ok kenny” he turns over to where you were seated at on the stool that wasn’t too far from where he was working, only to be met with your fixated orbs on him. You were hunched over with your elbows propped on your knees and hands holding your face. Raising a brow, he walks over to you and gently pinches your cheek, “Angel?” Feeling the soft tug on the side of your face, you snap back to reality, and are met with your boyfriend’s questioning gaze. “Hm? Yes?,” you asked, straightening yourself up as you looked at the blonde’s questioning gaze. “How long have you been staring like that?” he asks, tugging your arms to pull you up into a strong embrace. You grin, resting your head against his firm chest. “Is it wrong for me to admire my hard-working boyfriend?” you hum, grin growing wider as you listen to the sudden rapid heartbeat of your tall lover. Clearing his throat, he tightens his grip on your waist. “N-not at all, I was just worried s’all,” he mutters.

“Thanks, come again soon!” Chifuyu chimes from behind the counter as he waves off another customer of the pet shop. Sighing, he turns his attention to you, where you sat on a chair, cross-legged with mischievous, narrowed eyes. He slightly jolts at your sudden trained gaze on him. “y-y/n?” he calls out, snapping you out of your trance. You smile sweetly at the sound of your name being called from the dark-haired male. “Yes, love?” “How long have you been staring at me like that?” he asks, relaxing his temporary tense muscles as he makes his way over to where you were sitting, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Not long enough,” you smirk, throwing him a wink. Chifuyu gawks before quickly covering his now reddened ears at your remark. “Baby!” he groans. You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched the warmth spread from the tips of his ears to across his face. “I love you~,” you coo, blowing him a kiss. You certainly would be the death of him.

You sigh, as you continue to observe Baji from afar as he talks with the other division captains of Toman. You sat fully on Baji’s bike, leaning over the front of the bike with elbows propped on either side of the bars as you held your face up to admire your long-haired lover. You could never get over the fact of how handsome Baji looked with his hair out, of course with the complement of his gang uniform as well. You couldn’t help but grin like an idiot as you let your mind wander in your thoughts as to how in the world you got so lucky to be with someone as sweet as Baji. Despite his violent nature when he is in fights, he never fails to be as gentle and caring towards you. Even when you first met him, he had been nothing but a gentleman to you. “Hey…y/n?” a waving hand enters your field of vision hearing the familiar voice of Mitsuya, you slightly jolt up from your dazed state as you turn your head to the side to face a smirking Mitsuya. “You’re so obvious, why not just take a picture of him? It would last longer.”  he snickers. You glare at him, landing a hard smack to his arm. “I’m her boyfriend, she doesn’t need a picture if I’m around her all the time.” Chimes the familiar, aggressive voice you knew all too well. Before you know it, a warm hand is tugging at your chin, turning your head to face none other than your boyfriend. “Don’t worry babe, you can stare at me whenever you feel like it,” he smirks, gently thumbing over your plump lips. 

Mitsuya always looked so sexy when he was concentrating on his work, but the price for the nice view was such a mighty one. It was such a shame that he seemed to pay more attention to pieces of fabric than you. Huffing, you couldn’t help but glare daggers at the flimsy inanimate objects that Mitsuya had been toying with on the model mannequin for the past few hours, not even realizing that you have been eyeing him the whole time. You even had the chance to admire his butt from where you sat, not that you were complaining, but it was frustrating when you weren’t being acknowledged by your workaholic lover. Unconsciously, a slightly high-pitched whine reverberates from your throat, snapping Mitsuya out of his focused zone, turning his full attention to you. Smiling he calmly walks over to you, reaching a hand to cup your pouting face, “Yes, honey?” he coos, the nickname causing butterflies to flutter your stomach. “You’ve been neglecting me Takashi, I bet you haven’t even noticed me at all” you cry out, earning a chuckle from the calm male. Leaning over you, he uses his other hand to hold himself up using the amrest of the chair, while the hand he had on your cheek wanders under your chin, tilting your head up as he inches his face closer to your own, giving you a better look of his handsome features. His gaze flickers back and forth from your mouth to your eyes, slowly leaning in next to the side of your growing crimson face, breath fanning against your ear, “Oh, my love, you mean how you’ve been staring at me the whole time?” he asks in a husky tone.

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.

Hey! May I request? Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, Mikey (separately) x Timid/Quiet! GN! Reader. Reader has been getting bullied by some classmates for different reasons. Like their introvert tendencies, how they're dating [various] who the bullies think are too good or just using reader because "who'd date them", or etc. It's been going on for so long, until one day their boyfriend ended up finding Reader getting harshly mistreated, and talked down to by those classmates. Their words are harsh, cruel and hurtful, along with their actions, and Reader just takes it.

Hello luv, I have just posted your request! I hope you like it!