How Long? - Part 3

How Long? - Part 3

Hello everyone, it's been awhile but I am finally putting part 3 up. I hope you enjoy it! :)

This part takes place when Y/N asked for permission to leave Bonten.

Warnings: gun, mentions of murder, alcohol, smut, self harm, hurt to comfort, MDNI!!

Love Fool

Mikey pulled the pistol away from you and cupped your cheek, tilting your head up to see your glossy orbs - he was having a hard time deciding what to do. “You deserve better, angel.” He said as he swiped his thumb over your cheeks, wiping away your tears. Hearing those words and the display of sincerity made you break. You began to sob uncontrollably and clutched your chest. The throbbing pain of heartbreak was wrecking you mentally and physically. It was an image that Mikey couldn’t get over, he recalls a friend who bawled his eyes out in front of him several times. Those who show you their true feelings are worth protecting. He was the only person who provided some sort of comfort, though it’s minimal, it was enough to make your heart ache. Mikey placed a hand on your shoulder, “If you want to disappear, I can help you but it will take some time - you’ll be set free. Are you willing to do everything I say without question?” You were surprised at his response. Bonten had a strict policy about letting people go without repercussions, but to think that Mikey would bend the rules for a woman? It was unheard of. Your desperation made it easy to say yes. 

That same night he brought you to his home and you were only allowed to leave the room at night - when there were no prying eyes or ears. He was often dropped off home by Sanzu but never had company stay longer than an hour or two. “Mikey, do you have an extra futon?” You asked as walked you to his home. He lived in a one bedroom condo and had only one bathroom. “You’re sleeping on my bed, I will sleep on the couch - I’m rarely here anyways.” Setting your duffle bag on the floor, you got on your knees and bowed to him - “Thank you for everything, Mikey.” The light chuckle that escaped his lips made you look up, confused plastered all over your face. It’s the first time you’ve heard him laugh. “It’s ok, enough with the gratitude. You’re my guest. Anything you want, just ask me.” You didn’t ask for much, your needs were basic, food, water, shelter - nothing more and nothing less. In the upcoming weeks, you spent the days roaming his bedroom, tossing and turning - trying hard not to think about Ran. But when you are left by yourself, your thoughts tend to wander and never fail to go back to him. It was difficult not to think about him when you had spent years living with him, sharing the same space and sharing the same bed. Often, Mikey could hear your snuffles behind the door at night. You tried to not be more of a burden to him by keeping quiet, the last thing he wanted was to hear someone crying over a broken heart. There were times where your skin would feel Ran’s touch linger and it made you sick. Baths were long, trying to wash him off your skin felt like trying to erase a tattoo with soap and water. He was still there, the itch and burning sensations wouldn’t cease no matter how long you sat soaking in the water. Mikey turned a blind eye to you wearing baggy clothing with long sleeves almost everyday, even when the condo was warm enough to roam in shorts. 

The days and nights were hard when Mikey wasn’t home. He was your only distraction from the world and a distraction from Ran. Though he rarely spent days in, you were grateful when he spared the time to talk to you and check up on you. On a few occasions you had to hide in his room when Sanzu or Kokonoi would come over to discuss business. Hearing their voices made you want to cry. Recalling the night that they were all there with Ran, it made your chest hurt. Sanzu would sometimes be a little too loud about certain affairs. As much as you tried not to pry or eavesdrop, it was almost impossible when Ran’s name was mentioned. Mikey knew what he was doing - he wanted you to know what Ran was up to. He wanted for you to stand firm and not falter in the future, to grow and move past Ran’s affairs. He wanted for you to see that it was a mistake that you were lucky enough to rid yourself of before tying the knot. It would have been much worse had you two exchanged vows and taken his name. Though it was hurting you, Mikey was doing this for your own good. After Mikey’s guests would leave, he would find you curled up under the blankets, with tear stained cheeks and soft sniffles. Something about seeing you in this broken state made him ease up on his plans. He didn’t want to push you too far.

“Are you ok, angel?” He would say and place a hand on your head. Softly petting you and soothing your broken heart. “I don’t know how long I can do this Mikey…when he comes to mind, I feel like I’m going to lose it.” Those words were enough to send shivers down Mikey’s spine. You were teetering on the edge - just the slightest touch would be enough to push you over the edge. “Just one more month and it will be ready. Are you prepared to start your new life? No matter what the cost?” His question made you sit up. Those eyes that looked like an infinite void began to show a glimmer of light. “What do you mean?” You asked him while wiping your tears. Mikey explained the plan to you, the cadaver, the cover up, the news outlets that would report on your so-called death. Everything was perfect, he just needed one more month to find a woman who resembled you. 

“Mikey, I can’t let you do that.” You say and cupped his cheeks. The sudden action took him by surprise. He was not expecting you to get this close, he was not expecting for you to come to him, though it was to try and put a stop to his carefully calculated plan. “You agreed to do as I say…your hands will remain clean.” The entire night you spent going back and forth with him, in the end the pros outweigh the cons. He was right, you had no other choice but to die in order to escape Tokyo, to escape Bonten and more importantly…to escape Ran. To keep you distracted from the guilt, he allowed you to roam his condo at any time with no restrictions. He gave you access to his credit card to buy whatever you wanted, an account that was not under Kokonoi’s supervision. Though you refused to take it, he still left it with you so that you could take it with you when you leave. Visits were no longer made to Mikey’s home by the other executives/admins. No one questioned him, it wasn’t odd for him to refuse company. 

Little by little, you were finding things to do on your own time with his permission. An interest in baking and making coffee bloomed within you after watching too many DIY’s and creative food videos. You begged Mikey to buy an espresso machine for you to tinker with. The glow in your eyes was impossible for him to ignore. What more could he ask for? You were starting to stand on your own two feet, your aborred feelings for Ran were starting to nullify and you were numb to the sound of his name. 

The strong smell of coffee perforated his nostrils when he reached his front door. Often Mikey would come home to a mess in his kitchen, there would be cups and mugs everywhere on his kitchen table. Trays of baked goods lined the counters and sandwiches would also be lined up for him to taste. He couldn’t help but smile knowing that you were behind that door waiting for him with a cup of coffee or espresso in hand for him to try. As much as he disliked coffee - he’d grown fond of the taste and associated with you. You both were opening up a little more to each other. Mikey was getting used to your presence, he was getting used to your laugh, your smiles and your warmth. Often you would lay your head on his lap when you were feeling down. He would pet your head and it eased your thoughts, putting you to sleep as if you were a puppy or a kitten. It was a dangerous game he was playing, would he really be able to resist your alluring nature? Many times he would sleep in the office to avoid getting too attached to you. The threads were slowly fraying and he was finding it hard to balance mercy and desire.

One day when you were steaming milk, you weren’t paying attention and ended up getting burned by the steam wand. Your yelp caught Mikey’s attention and he dashed towards you. “What happened? Are you ok?” He asked as you showed him your hand - it was red and tender. “I burned myself, but I’m ok.” You said as he takes your hand runs room temp/cool water over the injury, making sure not to irritate it. Without a second thought, he brought your hand to his lips, giving it a light peck. Your face went bright red, your brain short circuited and you bit your lip. “I was always told that kisses make the other person feel better.” The innocence in his words made your heart skip a beat. What was wrong with you? Why is he making you feel this way? He holds your life in his hands, he can end it at any moment and you were fawning over an innocent gesture? “T-Thanks Mikey…it feels better already.” You say while looking down and taking your hand back. He brought you some ointment and lightly applied it over the burn, him touching your hand again was making your chest sting. 

A few days after that incident, you were careful not to get too close to Mikey. Though you missed the warmth and welcoming aura that Mikey gave off, something changed and he noticed it. Thinking that he overstepped his boundaries, he stayed out a few nights. You called but he only responded saying he’s busy. On day four of his absence, you texted him from the burner cell he provided you, but instead of texting back - he called. Bonten was out on a company dinner and there was a lot of background noise. “Hey Mikey, are you coming home soon? I have a few things I’d like to-” You were cut off by a loud laugh, his laugh. You could hear Ran in the background with another woman, they were all there - it felt as if he really had no remorse or regard for your absence. “Sorry angel, you were saying?” Mikey said quietly but the line went dead. 

You ended the call and felt a sharp pain in your chest, you began struggling to breathe and it felt as if all those times where you were in misery - he was in heaven with other women. Ran continued his affairs with no ounce of guilt. Collapsing to the floor, you began to sob uncontrollably. The sound of Ran’s voice echoed in your ears, though it was close to three months of no contact, you were starting to forget what he sounded like…until now. You felt sick, the sensation of his touch began to feel like an itch that wouldn’t go away no matter how much you scratched. Running to the kitchen, you began frantically searching for something, anything that would take the edge off. When you found the hidden liquor cabinet, you dove head first into a bottle of whiskey that burned like acid as it made its way down your throat. You drank from multiple bottles, yet the sensation of his touch still roamed your skin - making it unbearable. ‘Fuck…fuck…fuck! It’s not enough, please make it stop!’ You say to yourself as you scratch your arms and legs. Images of him riddling your skin with his kisses flashed in your mind, the way he would look at you, haunted your very being. Anywhere he touched, it felt like fire and you wanted it to stop. Hearing his voice again triggered you. Sending you spiraling into a maelstrom of emotions. 

Everything was spinning, you were stumbling from room to room as you held the bottle closer to your chest. “Stop it…stop it!” You yell to no one in particular. The condo was empty but yet you felt as if Ran Haitani was standing here, staring at you - laughing at your pitiful state. More images of him kissing you flashed in your mind. Those images began to turn dark and ugly, now you began to picture him from that night. Kissing those other women and touching them as if they were his trophies. ‘You aren’t worth my time, you aren’t worth anything…you were just a placeholder…’ Ran’s voice echoed in your ears and you lost it. 

Mikey came home within the hour, there was a sinking feeling in his stomach that he could not ignore. When he opened the front door, he thought that someone had broken into his home - there was glass on the floor and droplets of blood in various places. “(Y/N)!” He yelled but no one answered. Dashing towards the bedroom, he was met with silence and no one was there. The sound of the bath water running snatched his attention. He ran towards the bathroom and kicked the door in, he was not prepared for the site in front of him. You were in the bathtub, bare, your skin was red and bruised. You kept scrubbing your skin almost raw with the loofa, and you didn’t even notice as he stood by the door. Slowly, he made his way to you, a look of regret reflecting on his face. “I can still feel him…” You whispered to yourself as you kept scrubbing. When you tore the skin, Mikey immediately stopped you and turned off the water. “Angel, what the fuck?!” He says as he cups your cheek and makes you look up at him. Your eyes were empty, it’s as if the person in front of him wasn’t you. “It won’t stop…” You whisper to him. “What won’t stop?” Mikey asks as he tries to get you out of the bathtub. “Ran…he won’t stop, I can still feel him…” The words that rolled off your tongue felt like a ton of bricks. “No matter how hard I try, I can’t erase him - it hurts…it hurts so much. Please make it stop…”

This whole time you were trying your hardest to forget but hearing his voice felt like someone ripping the stitches out of your heart, those frail stitches that were barely keeping you together. For once, Sano Manjiro didn’t know how to react - nor what to do. These things were usually taken care of for him by the other members. Though your body was on fire, Mikey picked you up and took you to his room and wrapped you in a towel. He noticed the daze you were in and the smell of alcohol that lingered on the tip of your tongue. “Make it go away…Mikey-please…” You begged and cried your eyes out. He couldn’t take it anymore, the suffering, the ache, the desire…

Cupping both your cheeks, Mikey closed the distance and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. It sent a jolt of electricity down your spine. When he felt your lips move, returning the kiss, he deepened it. “I’ll take your pain away…just say the word.” The low tone in his voice made you reach out and wrap your arms around his neck. “Mikey…help me.” Your words were almost a whisper, it was enough to have him lay you down and climb on top of your still naked form. His tongue explored your mouth with such ease, the warm and wet muscle was dancing with yours, both of you began to pant. Your taste mixed with alcohol was making his head spin. Hungry hands roamed the valley of your chest, lightly pinching and massaging your nipples. You couldn’t help but arch your back to his touch, his hips were between your thighs and rolling on to your bare pussy. The bulge in his pants was rubbing against your entrance, to feel someone else for the first time in a long time made your legs quiver. The liquor in your veins was making you numb to the burning on your arms but it was making a mess of your lower half. Mikey pulled away, locking eyes with you as he removed his shirt - the stars in your eyes made him smirk. For once he got a wish come true, he wanted nothing more than to replace him.  

Despite the state you were in, he found you beautiful. The red and purple marks that were noticeably painful and light trickles of blood were like rubies that decorated your skin. You can only self-destruct, you refuse to take anyone else down with you and wallow in your own pain. He lowered himself and planted gentle kisses on your neck and made his way down to the valley of your chest, leaving open mouthed kisses on the area above your heart. “He didn’t deserve you…” Mikey says as he placed your nipple in his mouth. His touch was tender and made your heart feel like it was going to beat out of its chest. Who knew the most notorious man in Tokyo could have such a loving side to him? Lithe fingers traced circles on your hips, making their way down lower to caress your plush thighs, though it was his first time exploring your body - he was so familiar with it. The gentle nibble on the hardened bud made you mewl and run your fingers through his silver hair. Honey began to pool between your legs as he teased your inner thigh. Mikey latched on your other nipple, giving it the same loving treatment. “You’re worth more than anyone could fathom…” He said as he bit a little harder and made you moan from the pain and pleasure. The way he moved slowly down your body, trailing kisses and leaving light pink marks had your mind muddled. You knew it was wrong but at the same time, the carnal desires that blossomed when he showed you his affection made you let go of the doubt. He was diving down the deep end with you. 

The room was spinning as he spread your thighs open. Mikey basked at seeing how your walls clenched around nothing, how your honey was dripping and begging to be tasted. He slid a finger between your folds, collecting your slick and rubbing circles on your clit. “Ngh…Mikey.” You moaned out his name and it made his cock throb beneath their restraints. He smirked against your skin as he kissed your inner thighs, inching closer to your core - his pulse was racing and the urge to take you was clawing away at him. She needs more… He thinks to himself as his tongue glides between your folds, tasting your sweet essence. Never in his life would he have ever thought to taste something so decadent in his life. What a fool…he gave her up for what? A cheap whore? The thoughts were running wild in Mikey's head. Ran Haitani soon became the center of Mikey's ire. 

A single digit slid into your core, teasing and testing out the stretch for your cunt. You shifted your hips slightly to bring him deeper. Your warmth was everything to him right now, to try and pry him away from your honeypot would be suicide. Your walls clenched as he curled his finger in a ‘come hither’ motion, his touch felt like heaven. More thoughts invaded his mind. Fuck… she's this tight even after him… Mikey added a second digit, curling them to hit that sweet spot that made you moan loudly and fist the sheets beneath you. The sensation of him lapping your every drop kept making your legs quiver, he was gentle yet firm with his movements. Be it the alcohol or lack of human contact, you were on the edge of bliss when his mouth latched on to your bundle of nerves. “W-Wait…Mi-mmm…” You were about to call his name but the sounds were replaced by your moans and gasps. His pace didn’t falter, if anything he made haste and your vision was beginning to go white. He began to rut his hips into the mattress, his cock was painfully hard and in dire need of attention. A wet patch began to form from all the pre that was leaking from his tip. That unique tingle that ran down your spine had you gripping his silver hair and rolling your hips. Hearing him pant and groan was bringing you closer to total bliss, as quiet as he was during meetings and gatherings, he was so vocal now that it felt like he was a different person. 

The tightly wound up coil in your belly was on the verge of snapping. “Come for me, angel…” Mikey’s words were the final push you needed. Your legs quivered as your orgasm came crashing into you like a tidal wave, you were babbling incoherent sentences and a string of curses escaped your throat as he lapped your juices and held your hips in place. Your eyes began to water as you came down from your high - the intense emotions and affection that was displayed made your chest sting. When Mikey pulled away from your core, he could see how your legs were quivering and how your body slightly spasmed as his fingers continued to plunge in and out. “You’re so beautiful like this…” His tone was heavy and it echoed in your ear, it made your walls clench and suck in his fingers even more. A coy smirk bled across his lips as he withdrew his fingers, your whine of protest made him sit up and lower his pants along with his boxers. The way his cock sprang free and twitched at the cool air hitting the tip made you roll your hips onto nothing. His tip had beads of precum that dripped down his shaft. Every vein was defined and he gripped his member, stroking it - teasing you with it. With every stroke you could see how the droplets fell from his tip and onto your folds. 

Your breath hitched when he positioned himself between your legs and he rubbed the red flushed tip through your slit. Mikey lowered himself to capture your lips, he could feel your arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer. Your lips were plush and slightly swollen from the earlier kisses. How they parted for him when his tongue glides on your bottom lip had him aching for more. The vibrations of his moans could be felt on your chest as his member pushed past your tight ring. For someone who has a small frame, he not only had length but he had girth as well - the sensation of him stretching you out made you run your nails down his back. The light red streaks on his back burned but Mikey didn’t care, he wanted to remain buried inside you and fill you to the brim with his seed. When he bottomed out, you could feel him throb inside you and broke the kiss, he rested his forehead on yours - Mikey screwed his eyes shut at your muscles contracting and sucking in him. He thought he was going to lose it. “(Y/N)...f-fuck, you need to stop clenching like that - you’re going to me cum…” He chuckled as you squeezed him tighter in response to his words. As he slowly reeled his hips back, you felt his hand wrap underneath your thigh, hiking your leg up higher and getting a better angle. When he slid back in, you dug your nails into his back, the pressure between your thighs was immense and you knew he was going to leave you sore. 

"Ngh…feels s'good…" You said between moans and gasps. "...don't stop…" Mikey sat up and watched as your breasts bounced with each thrust of his hips. His eyes trailed down your body, it was so perfect, so beautiful and all he could think of was making you cum in his cock. When his eyes landed between the space that connected you two, he was in a daze. He even slowed his pace so that he could watch his cock pump in and out, gazing at that white satin ring that adorned the base of his cock. With pride swelling his chest, he slung your legs over his shoulders and proceeded to lean forward - making him go deeper. Your dulcet moans got louder as he fucked you all the way to heaven. You could have sworn the bedroom light casted a halo above Mikey’s head. "Oh god! Manjiro!" That mind numbing sensation began to ravage your core and your legs were shaking as your orgasm clawed its way out. You screaming his name threw him over the edge, his pace became sloppy and his hips stuttered as his coil snapped. That unmistakable sensation had you twitching and quivering, your honey and his seed dripped down your slit. Your greedy cunt milked him dry, he was almost sure you were going to be dripping for days. Slowly, he pulled out and basked at how that milky white liquid would drip from your hole. With his finger he pushed it back inside and watched as your pretty little cunt would push it back out. 

He was savoring the image before him, you were laying in his bed, naked, panting, covered in sweat with his seed dripping from your core - was a sight he etched in his memory. If this is what it takes to make you forget, to keep you happy - I’ll do it over and over again… Mikey thinks to himself as he lays next to you and pulls you into his chest. The sound of his heart beating was like a lullaby that put your mind at ease, your eyes felt heavy and his sweet nothings were fading in and out. 

**back to the present**

Soft moonlight trickled into the bedroom as you woke up in your apartment. You were too dazed to notice the heavy figure next to you but the moment you felt a pair of arms being wrapped around your waist - your heart sank. The person laying next to you was Ran Haitani. That’s right, he found you this morning and fucked you until you couldn’t think straight. “Stay…” His sleepy tone had warmth creeping up on your cheeks. “...let me make us something to eat, it’s late and we haven’t even eaten anything.” You say softly as you kiss him on the forehead and slowly wiggle out of his hold. He nodded and went back to sleep.

You wrapped a robe around your still naked body and headed for the kitchen. With your cellphone in hand, you stepped outside and made a call. The phone rang and rang, the longer it took for your call to be answered, the more anxious you felt and you began to pace back and forth. When the call was finally answered, “Is it done?”

END PT 3

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Baji Sousuke

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Imagine Baji Keisuke having an older brother who lives with his father for a bit because he is too much for their mother to handle.

The older brother of Baji helps them to provide Mikey’s dream bike

Sousuke and Takeomi Bad Chemistry

Sousuke with Child!Draken + Child!Emma + Child!Keisuke+ Child!Mikey

Why Sousuke is so loyal to Shinichiro?

Sousuke Baji Appearances

Drabble:

Sousuke and Shinichiro become friends

Child!Mikey with Teenager!Sousuke

I rather take my own life than hurting you

Everything is different now (Sousuke Baji)

He is my son. If he dies, I will wreck your shit! (MANGA SPOILERS)

Heartbroken (1) (MANGA SPOILERS)

Keeping my word (2) (MANGA SPOILERS)

Masterlist

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist

Updated: 12/28/2021

Premise: Just like they promise, the guys texted as much as they could throughout the summer. They also helped you choose your new school, Nekoma High, encouraging you to make new friends so they could see you soon

Kenma x reader; Haikyu x reader [platonic!]

First Year -> Second Year

Since you were starting right away, you had to be a little earlier tomorrow so the principal could show you around the school. While taking some things out from boxes, you were talking to the boys, who facetime when they had a break from practice.

“So Chibi, how it’s Tokyo so far?” asks Atsumu

“I have been unpacking stuff all day, I don’t know yet”

“Do ya even know how to arrive to yer school?” questions you Osamu, half teasing and half worried.

“In theory, I just need to do it tomorrow; how hard can it be?”

“You’re going to get lost” says Suna confidently

“Google maps is a thing you know, besides I can’t be the only one from around here going to that school, I’m sure that I can find students and follow them to the school”

“That’s just creepy, Chibi”

“How do you think I arrived to Inarizaki on my first day? I followed the mass of students and got there just fine. I’m going to do the same now”

“Or, ya know, ya can ask someone to help ya” Atsumu says with a obvious tone

“Nope”

“Ya were the one who talk to other schools first when ya were our manager, how different is it? Adds Osamu

“I did it because I had to, y’all scare them before even playing. Anyways, is Kita-san nearby? I want to congratulate him for becoming the captain” They go to Kita so you could talk to them, congratulating him for finally getting a uniform. Slowly the rest of the team arrives, talking for a few minutes before they had to go back to practice

“Yn-chan we love talking to you, but we have to go back to practice, we will see you soon. Hope you have a good first day of school tomorrow” Kita says

“Bye Chibi-chan!”

“Let’s talk after practice!”

“Bye-bye guys, love you” you tell them before turning off the call.

After a few minutes of unpacking, you decided to lay on your bed for a few minutes. Suddenly you heard the doorbell ring, interrupting your resting time

“Agh who could it be?” you say to yourself. The only option should be one of your neighbors with a welcome gift, since you hadn’t talked with anyone else.

You open the door only to find an old woman with a nice smile and a plate of cookies alongside two boys wearing gym clothes, one tall with crazy black hair, and the other one a bit smaller with longer yellow hair, also with a plate of cookies on him.

“Ehh hello…?” you say once you open the door. The moment you look at them you notice that the tall boy was looking you up and down subtly, his mouth a bit open; while the other one is looking at everything except you. Both of them had a little blush.

“Hi, I heard that we have new neighbors, so I thought it would be good to bring something. Can you call the rest of your family?” the woman says slowly, pronouncing every word properly. She probably thought that you didn’t know a lot of Japanese.

“My parents aren’t here right now, they had to do some paperwork. I can call my brother though”

“Oh ok, that’s fine too” They clearly weren’t expecting you to be good at Japanese.

“Y/b/n! come here, we have guests!” you call him loudly

“I’m here, I’m here. By the way, mom texted me that they will arrive in 10 minutes. They will bring dinner” you nod at him

“Well, hello. I’m Kuroo Chiyoko, and this is my grandson, we live in front of your house” says, pointing at the tall boy.

“Hi, nice to meet you, Kuroo Tetsuro” says with a sweet smile while extending his hand for a handshake.

“Nice to meet you too”

“Our neighbors also wanted to come and say hi, but they had to work so instead they sent their son. Kenma, go ahead” says the woman pointing at the boy with yellow hair.

“Hi…I’m Kozume Kenma” He says quietly while looking at the floor, making you answer politely

“Sorry, he doesn’t like interacting with people that much” Kuroo says

“It’s fine, I don’t like it either” you whisper the last part, making Kenma chuckle softly

“Anyways, I didn’t know if you liked Japanese food, so I brought some cookies. Hope you like them” Miss Kuroo offers you the plate

“We do actually like Japanese food, but cookies are always welcome” she gives her plate to your brother, so Kozume gives it to you, finally making eye contact with him. It was just for a second, but it was enough to make his eyes widen and have a faint blush on his cheeks. He was really cute. “I’m Yl Yn and he is my little brother, nice to meet you. Our parents are arriving soon, do you want to wait for them?

“No, no, don’t worry about it. We just came to say hi. I’m sure you have a lot of things to unpack yet” Miss Kuroo says

“Yeah, it’s horrible. Having to adapt to the time zone again it’s the worst though”

“Again?” asks Kuroo

“Yeah, we lived in Hyōgo last year”

“So that’s why your Japanese is good. Anyways, welcome to Tokyo! Hope you can enjoy your stay here”

“Thank you”

“Let’s talk soon? We can help you to get used here” Kuroo says

“Thank you, sounds nice” you say right before a yawn escape from your mouth, making Ms. Kuroo smile slightly

“Ok let’s leave so you can rest. See you around”

“Thank you. Your psp is about to fall, by the way” you tell to Kozume

“Ah, thanks. See you soon Yn” he looks at your eyes for a second with a little smile on his face. Your eyes widen a little when he turns around, he was the first person in here to pronounce your name correctly.

After showering you take the things out of the bed noticing the signed volleyball from the boys, despite being a weird gift, it was oddly sweet. You lay down talking to your foxes, but when they notice how tired you were, they quickly send you to sleep.

++

The principal told you to be at the school at 7:15, since the sports clubs practice early in the morning and he wanted to show them in case you wanted to join any of them. You were answering a text from Suna while walking towards the subway when you noticed a dude bending down tying his shoe; luckily you were able to stop on time, but he looked up and you saw a familiar face.

“Oya? What are you doing out so early? Schools normally start around 8 am” asks Kuroo

“I could ask you the same”

“Well, I asked first” he smirks

“The principal wanted to show me the school and the practices of the sports clubs, I have to go this early”

“I’m on a sport club” he answers “Kenma is buying something in there, let’s wait for him and we will walk you to your school”

“Sure, what sch-”

“Done, let’s go” you hear a calm voice behind you “Oh, hi”

“Hello” you smile, his eyes once again lock in yours for a second, making the both of you look away

“Kenma, we’re going to walk her near her school, ok?” Kuroo says starting walking, Kenma only nods while turning on his psp “What school are you going to?”

“Oh, Nekoma High”

“Then we’re walking you to school, we go there too”

“Where is your uniform?” Kenma asks without taking his eyes off the screen, you didn't had it yet since you just arrived

“The school has it, I arrived later than expected here…wait, why Kenma? Don’t you call each other by your last names here in Japan?” You ask confused

“Kuro and I know each other since we were kids, and I don’t really care about formalities that much”

“Ohh, can I call you Kenma then?” he stops looking at his game for a second, making eye contact again. It wasn’t like a magical moment or anything like that, but there was definitely something about him that made you feel weird

“Sure”

“Soo...” Kuroo clears his throat “Do we call you by your last name or your name then?”

Before you could answer, your phone starts ringing, Suna's name appearing on the screen indicating that he wanted to face time, something weird for him so early in the morning. You look at the two boys, who just move slightly away for you to answer.

“CHIBI-CHAN WHAT ARE YA DOING OUT ALONE SO EARLY!” you hear the loud scream from Atsumu, with an annoyed Osamu and Suna in the background. You jump slightly at the sudden sound while Kenma shakes a little and Kuroo moves away.

“So loud Tsumu, why are you on Rin's phone?”

“We tried to stop him, Chibi, but ya know that he becomes a bigger idiot sometimes”

“Shut up Samu! Suna told us that ya say hi to us. First of all, we have a group chat, ya could have sent it there. Second, what are ya doing out so early? It’s dangerous, something could happen…”

“Atsumu! Stop! It’s too early for this. I was talking to Rin, that’s why I told him to say hi to you, and I have to go to school this early today, the principal wants to do a tour of it. And I’m not alone; and even if I was, I can take care of myself. Happy?”

“We told him the same thing, but he doesn’t have a lot of brain in his head to process it” Osamu smacks his twin head “I’m pretty sure she can, and will, kick someone in the balls if they try something. Relax dude”

“I just care about ya a lot. Sorry Chibi”

“I know, I know, thank you”

“Are we ignoring the fact that she said that she’s not alone? Did YOU, the girl that refuses to talk to anyone, talk to someone?” asks Suna with a grin on his face. Through the corner of your eye you can see Kenma scrunch his face a little in confusion

“Don’t call me out like that. And technically I didn’t talk to them first so…”

“Wait, you wouldn’t have talked to us at all if my grandma didn’t tell us to go there to say hi?” Now Kuroo asks, coming closer to appear on the call “Hi, Kuroo Tetsurou. Chibi-chan here is our neighbor and we just found out that we go to the same school. Kenma, come say hi to her friends”

“Hi” he simply says while nodding, eyes focusing on his game again.

“I’m Osamu, this piss head is Atsumu, that’s Suna. We have to go to practice now Chibi, Kita-san is calling”

“Byee, say hi to the team from me please”

“Of course, let’s go, idiot. By the way, thanks us later if something happens today” He says while taking Atsumu by the collar, who just gives the phones back to Suna after saying bye

“Bye Chibi, be careful. We’ll talk to you later” Suna adds with his eyes softening a little before ending the call

“So Chibi is okay, I guess?” asks Kuroo with a smirk

“Sure, I’m used to it by now”

When you arrived at the school the principal was already waiting at the entrance, so you said bye to the boys and went to talk to him. After changing into your new uniform, the principal goes around showing you the classrooms, the cafeteria, putting special emphasis on the different sports clubs.

“Our volleyball male team is particularly good. Last year they went to the Nationals and did really well. They should be practicing right now. Coach Nekomata!” The director says opening the door and catching the attention of the coach, who gives you a little nod.

“Good morning coach, this here is miss Yn, our new student”

“Good morning dear, wait, let me call the team. Guys!”

The team stops their training and starts approaching, seeing once again your two neighbors, Kuroo with a number 1 and Kenma with a 5. You look at the rest of the team, the one with yellow mohawk looking at you intensely. The rest of the team looks nice, but quite confused by the sudden interruption.

“Look who we have here, you can’t seem to leave us alone” Kuroo teases you

“You wish it was like that. I’m confused just like everyone else here” you answer playfully

“Good, you two know each other” adds the principal “Well I’m going to make it fast so you can continue practicing. Yn-kun here is our new student, she’s a foreigner but has spent a year living in Hyōgo. She used to be the manager of the volleyball team in Inarizaki High, right?”

“Eh? yeah, yeah. I was their manager. I went to the nationals with them” you say confused at his knowledge. When you look back at Kuroo, he’s in shock while Kenma was…impressed?

“Yeah, and there they won against one of the favorites, Shiratorizawa High. The coach of the school send me a message, in fact, he said that she was a key element for the team, not only motivating them but also in analyzing the play of the opposite team and giving them tips”

“The coach sent a message? Don’t tell me those idiots made the coach say something?” you whisper remembering Osamu’s words

“He did mention something about the team, but I don’t remember enough, sorry” the principal answers

“I would love to know if what they say it’s true. You helped a strong contestant, you can be a good addition. Tomorrow we have a practice game with a nearby school, why don’t you try being our manager for the day and see if you want to help the team?” asks coach Nekomata

“Ehh, if everyone is alright with it, then sure”

“Kuroo you’re the captain, what do you say?”

“Of course, it will be awesome to have a manager”

“Then come here after school tomorrow” tells you the coach making you nod “Anyways, let’s finish practice for today. Go stretch before changing” the guys leave right away, with Kuroo having to move the mohawk guy by the collar since he was just staring at you “I’m sure they want to introduce themselves, so wait for them please”

“Then I will leave, here’s your schedule for your classes. Welcome to Nekoma High!” the principal adds

“Thank you sir”

You decided to sit on the floor and look at the schedule while waiting for the boys to finish. Since you had time, you took your phone out and text the group chat with the foxes

[Screenshot]

You look up from your phone when you feel someone sitting besides you, spotting the already familiar yellow hair looking at the psp in his hands. Despite not being able to see his face properly, you continue to look at him

“Shouldn’t you be stretching?”

“I already did” he responds a little too quickly

“You properly stretch in less than 5 minutes? Damn teach me your ways” you say sarcastically, making him look at you with a look that you couldn’t decipher.

“Please don’t say anything” he sighs making you smile

“I got you. Next time stretch properly, okay?”

“…Fine” he says looking down again at his game

“What are you playing?” You ask after a small pause

“…it’s called Monster Hunter”

“Oh, I heard of it! Never played it though, I don’t have anywhere to play”

“…Want to watch?” asks Kenma quietly

“Sure” he moves in a way so you can see the screen, making you shift closer to him “you have to kill the dragon right?”

“Yes, this is my second time, I need to gain some materials for the next enemy and they didn’t appear the first time” he says, clearly happy with the topic

“And you repeat that until you get everything? So that’s how you play” he just nods, concentrating into the game. You stay like that for a few minutes in a comfortable silence; it was quite fascinating seeing him play. He sighs when he dies, frustration on his face “Why did the dragon had a light every time it attacked you?”

“A light?” he asks confused, but before he can continue, you hear Kuroo screaming at the mohawk guy to stay quiet; he and the rest of the team come to where you are sitting right after.

“KENMA! Did you think I wouldn’t notice that you were here talking to the pretty girl instead of stretching?” Kuroo says

“He will stretch properly the next time, right Kenma?” you tell them standing up

“I already said yes”

“I’ll remember that. Anyways, let me present the team” says Kuroo, turning around. He proceeds to present the whole team, everyone seeming nice so far. The mohawk guy, Yamamoto, seems a little too excited about your presence, but does nothing except stare “Finally, this...”

“Hi! I’m Lev Haiba! You’re so pretty! From whe…” the tall, grey hair boy asks taking your hand

“LEV! You can’t just do that, it’s rude!” Yaku hits him him away “I’m sorry, he isn’t the brightest here”

“It’s fine, I’m used to it. I’m Yl Yn, you can call me however you want” you smile at them

“Well, it’s nice to meet you. Hope you like us enough to become our manager, you were put in a tough situation there” adds Kai

“I don’t need much convincing, I wanted to be your manager anyway. I saw the school at the Nationals last year, you were really good”

“It would be awesome having a manager, honestly. But as much as I would love to continue talking, classes are about to start” Kuroo softly moves you by the arm for you to start walking, Kenma soon arriving by your side. Neither of you notice Kuroo’s surprised eyes.

“Yn-chan, what class are you?!! Let’s go together!” Lev asks you, putting himself in front of you

“Shut up Lev” mutters Kenma annoyed

“I’m on Class 2-3” you chuckle

“Oh, you’re a senpai, sorry for being rude, Yn-san” Lev looks at you like a sad puppy.

“I don’t care about the titles, just call me Yn”

“Okay! I’m in my first year by the way!”

“She doesn’t care Lev” Kenma says in a monotone voice

“Stop being so mean” you joke, making Lev nod

“He’s annoying”

“It doesn’t matter how annoying he is”

“I’m not annoying! Yn-san, I thought you were helping me!”

“Lev, your classes are on the other side” Yaku adds making the tall boy say a quick goodbye before leaving with the other first years

“We should go too. Good luck on your first day of school, Chibi-chan” Kuroo ruffles your hair before going upstairs. You’re left with all of the second years, neither Yamamoto or Fukunaga had say a single word, making a really uncomfortable aura

“Soo… we’re in the same class?” you ask Kenma

“Yes, let’s go” Kenma takes your wrist and walks you to the next classroom. You were taken aback by his touch, since he seems shy and kinda awkward, and apparently he was taken aback himself when he realized what he did, blush creeping up “S-sorry for taking your wrist, it was getting awkward and I didn’t know what to do”

“It’s fine, I was getting awkward too. Is it normally like that?”

“No, Fukunaga is normally quiet but Yamamoto is one of the loudest of the team. He’s probably acting like that because of you” he says while taking his phone out

“Me? What do I have to do with this?”

“He always wanted a female manager to brag about how beautiful she is and how she cares for us or something like that. Now we have a possibility of having one, so he’s probably still processing it”

“I’m not a trophy for him to he bragging about me though”

“I know, and I’m sure he knows, he’s just… passionate” The bell rings a few seconds later interrupting your conversation

The class passes slowly while doing an activity. Since it was basic English you finished quickly, so you lay on the desk while waiting for the rest. The bell rings indicating that the class had finished, so all the students go to the teacher desk to pass the paper; you noticed that Kenma was waiting in his seat, the paper still on his hand.

“Kenma” you call him, making him look at you “It’s there somewhere I can buy food nearby? I’m hungry”

“Oh, there’s a vending machine down the hallway”

“Nice. I’ll pass the paper for you if you want”

“Thanks” He sighs happily, giving you the paper so you could pass it to the teacher while going out to the vending machine.

“Chibi-chan!! Hi” Kuroo arrives beside you

“Oh, Hi Kuroo-san”

“Sorry about Yamamoto staring at you so much. I’m going to talk to him so he can get back into his senses. He isn’t like this, though, I promise”

“I know, Kenma told me that he was probably excited”

“Yeah he probably is…Talking about Kenma, I’m honestly surprised that he talked to you at all. He must feel comfortable around you, I guess it’s because you’re easy to talk”

“I’m easy to talk to? How so?”

“I don’t know, but it’s enough for Kenma to be comfortable around you, that has to be special. I’m going to see Yamamoto before the break ends. See you chibi-chan” Kuroo leaves right away, leaving you thinking about his words

++

It’s lunch time now, you were sitting on your desk trying to shake off the sleepiness, the time difference was affecting you more than usual.

“Chibi-chan! The team is eating lunch together, want to join?” you heard making you look up to the door, finding Kuroo in the door with a grin

“Sure. I need to buy lunch though, didn’t bring anything” you get up walking towards him

“Don’t worry, the cafeteria offers lunch. So, you do react to chibi-chan” says walking by your side

“Yeah, that’s all my foxes call me. Hi guys”

“Yn-chan” Kai smiles at you in the table

“I’m going to get food” you say while dropping the backpack into a seat. You feel the stares on your way to the line, you’ve already forgotten the feeling of it.

“Well, hi there” a dude approaches on your way back, looking at you up and down without any care of being subtle “What a beautiful girl you are, what’s your name?”

“Yn” you answer shortly, walking away

“Don’t leave so fast. We don’t have many…exotic girls here, why don’t you give me your number?”

“No” you continue walking again and reach the table, sitting down next to Kenma. The team noticed the whole thing and were already giving dirty looks to the boy, but he didn’t seem to care.

“Come on pretty girl, I just want your num- OUCH!” he exclaims after you threw your bowl of soup at him

“Oops, it slip out of my hand, sorry” you say, taking the team by surprise, Kenma, Kuroo and Yaku clearly trying to suppress their laughs while the rest just had shock faces

“Chibi-chan, you need to be more careful. I’m sorry dude, our new manager is a bit clumsy. You should go and change” Kuroo plays along

“You’re going to regret this” says the dude before walking away angrily

“Remind me of never made you angry, Chibi”

“Is this normal? Dudes coming and annoying you” asks Kai

“I was with at least one of the boys most of the time, so it rarely happened. I hate the stares more than anything though” you chuckle

“When you were walking to get your food I noticed almost everyone looking at you. It must be uncomfortable” Yaku adds

“It’s annoying”

“Kenma, stop playing and eat!” exclaims Kuroo, but Kenma ignores him

“The light, it shows what type of attack it’s going to do” mumbles Kenma looking at the screen that had ‘Victory' on it “how did I not notice before?”

“Even you can’t see properly when frustrated Kenma” Kuroo says

“I wasn’t frustrated”

“You were”

“No, I wasn’t”

“Can you eat something Kenma?” you ask without looking at him, but you noticed how his eyes shift to you quickly before turning off his psp

“…Fine”

“Wait so you listen to her and not me?! I thought I was your best friend!” Kuroo says dramatically, hands on his chest; however his eyes had a playful hint on them

“I just tolerate you”

The lunch continues with the team asking you questions and getting to know each other. They're all really nice and chill, definitely different to what you were used to. When lunch time was over, you went to the classroom exchanging a couple of words with Fukunaga, making you realize that he was just a man of few words. Before enter the classroom, you hear behind you

“Eh…Yn-kun? Can I- can I talk to you?” Yamamoto calls you

“Mm? Yeah sure, what is it?” You stop, making Kenma stop too from curiosity

“I’m…I’m sorry for my rude behavior today!” he says doing a 90° bow

“Wowow you don’t have to bow!” You try to stop him

“I’m sorry for not properly introducing myself like a man should, instead I just stared at you without realizing how uncomfortable it could be for you. I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. They did tell me that you were excited about a manager”

“It still doesn’t excuse it. If I want you to be our manager, I need to treat you like part of the team”

“It’s okay, seriously, let’s pretend like nothing happened. You should go to your classroom though, classes are about to start” you smile at him

“Thank you. See you two in the afternoon” He leaves the classroom before you turn around, only to find Kenma looking directly at you.

“You’re too nice”

“If I’m going to be your manager, I need to get along with everyone. Would you like playing a game with someone that you don’t like?”

“No”

“Exactly. C’mon, let’s go to class”

Classes pass slower this time. You’re exhausted by the end of the day, your body feeling like it was going to collapse at any moment. You were so tired that you didn't even notice the bell ringing or your classmates leaving, you just stayed there with your head on your hand and eyes closed.

“Yn?” You feel a little tap on your shoulder, opening your eyes, you find Kenma looking at the floor

“Ehh?”

“School is over, we can go now”

“Really? Sorry I’m tired” you take your backpack, shoving things inside

“It’s okay…ehh…are you…ehh” Kenma tries to ask, looking much more fidgety than he has been the whole day

“I can’t stay for practice, if I’m staying tomorrow I need to unpack stuff today” you close the backpack and stand up, going towards the door “Kenma? You’re coming?”

You notice how Kenma stayed frozen, looking at you with widened eyes “How…did you know?”

“Duh, I read minds. I just guessed, what else could you ask me now?” you chuckle at his blushed face

“True”

“C’mon, you’re going to be late” you turn around, him finding his way beside you. You go out of the school building and part ways there “By the way, do you happen to know a place that sells volleyball stands?”

“Volleyball stand? Why do you need that?”

“My idiot friends gave me a signed ball, don't ask”

“That’s…an odd gift. I’m sure there’s a store near, I can ask Kuro, if you want me to” he says

“That will be awesome. I’m going to go before I fall asleep. Practice hard and stretch properly this time, bye-bye” you smile at him, making him smile back

You left the school talking to your foxes before they entered their practice. The afternoon goes by quickly between unboxing the rest of the boxes and taking a short nap. It was around 7 pm when the doorbell rang.

“Yn, two kids are looking for you. They say they’re our neighbors!” you go downstairs after that. Your mom was telling them to come in, but Kuroo refused politely, saying that they were coming for a fast visit.

“You were the ones who brought the cookies, thank you, they were delicious. Anyways I’ll leave so you can talk”

“Thank you miss” Kuroo bows with a nice smile while Kenma mutters a thank you “Chibi-chan, you left us today, I’m hurt”

“Aww how say” you say sarcastically, making him smirk “I would have stay today if I didn’t have to help you in tomorrow’s match”

“You could have stay today AND tomorrow”

“And who is going to unpack my stuff? You?”

“We could have helped you if you asked!”

“We? Kenma has done nothing, don’t put him into this”

“Oh, I get it now, you only have a soft spot for him despite knowing us for the same amount of time!”

Both of you stay silent for a while, the silence not lasting long when you start chuckling. It was purely a playful fight, Kenma watched the exchange with an amused expression.

“Here, we had some stands in the gym and nobody uses them, so I thought to give you one”

“Yay thanks! Do I need to pay for it?”

“No, it’s fine”

“This is why you wanted to come here? To give her a ball stand? You WILLINGLY wanted to come here to give her a stand?” Kuroo asks surprised

“Well, she wanted one”

“I ask you many things and you barely do them!”

“But she’s not annoying”

“Both of you are attacking me today, ouch” Kuroo grabs his chest dramatically “Why do you need that anyway?”

“My foxes gave me a signed ball, I want to display it”

“The twins and Suna? Do you think we could win against them?”

“I haven’t seen you play properly, how am I supposed to know that?”

“Well, true. Tomorrow we’ll tell you the details for the match”

“No, no. Don’t tell me anything, I want to be surprised”

“Fine, I’ll allow that this time” Kuroo sighs with a smile “Are we walking together tomorrow morning? We go there early for morning practice”

“I’ll join you on Monday”

“Ok, see you tomorrow at school”

“Bye. Bye Ken, thanks for remembering”

“Bye Yn, see you tomorrow” he gives you a soft smile and a little wave. Somehow it felt like you know those two since forever, it was comfortable talking to them. You went to your room and put the ball on a shelf, sending a photo to the boys to make them happy before falling asleep with a little smile on your face.

Incest with the Tokyo revengers siblings (part 1) ♡

Note: I didn’t want this post to be too long so there’s gonna be another part with the rest of the siblings <3

➸ warnings: breeding, kinda dark content? All characters are 18+

Sano family:

You’re their precious elder sister and that usually means you have to be a mother figure sometimes. You were the mom they needed since your real one abandoned you all.

And that’s how they saw you. More as a mother than their sister. But it’s not like it mattered. 

It didn’t change Shin from sneaking into the shower with you and slipping his wet cock inside with ease as you moan helplessly and press up against the glass.

It didn’t change Mikey from crawling into your bed, claiming he only wanted to cuddle and that he had a nightmare, when really all he was waiting for was the opportunity to fuck you once you fell asleep.

It didn’t change Izana from wrapping his hand around your throat and taking you in broad daylight in the kitchen as you prepared dinner.

And it didn’t change Emma from begging you to help teach her how to kiss, saying it was practice for Draken when in truth she just wanted to be intimate with you.

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i think you're so good and i'm nothing like you. // i.k.

pairing: Izana Kurokawa x reader

wc: 1.7k

synopsis: No matter how hard you try to make the wrong puzzle pieces fit, there's always going to be a gap between the edges — or, Izana thinks the differences are too jarring and he’s not worth the effort.

tags/cw: hurt/comfort, insecure!izana, alluded rich!reader, very descriptive language; pls let me know if im missing anything

a/n: so this was supposed to be part of the little ask game i did a long while ago, full fic format bc word count plus the effort i put into this, the style is a little out of my comfort zone ngl :) thank you so much to my beloved @tetsutits for betaing as well as @thelastoreo and @mosviqu my beloveds for giving me lots n lots of input as well :D

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Never will the warm glow of the sun setting behind rows upon rows of blooming grapevines, not take his breath away. It was so close yet so far; he swore he could touch it just by extending his hand. Even from afar, it felt warm against his tan skin, kissing his body with a warmth similar to the one he felt when he laid beside you.

Despite his aversion to being alone, or more accurately his aversion to being lonely, sometimes he needed the alone time to ground himself and think. You knew that, so it wasn’t a surprise to hear the crunching of gravel underneath your sandals as you took slow yet steady steps, the same way you would approach a scared kitten. Still, though your presence usually brought comfort and calmness, he couldn’t help but feel the way his heart picked up speed inside his chest, each beat anxiously vibrating harder and harder against his ribcage.

“Dinner's almost ready, ‘was looking for you.” Your voice, soft and sweet, coated with just a hint of the Cabernet Sauvignon your family loved to share; wine more expensive than the life insurance he did not have. He could feel how his heart picked up speed inside his chest, each beat vibrating harder and harder against his ribcage, at the sound of your voice. “You okay?”

He could feel his throat knotting up, swallowing up the scream he so desperately wanted to let out. It made him feel like a teenager again, crying after he found out his brother ‘wasn't’ actually his brother; his vocal cords were on fire as tears poured from his eyes, and though they were camouflaged by the cool rain, they fell scorching hot, burning his cheeks like acid. 

And now he was here, standing with his back facing you as he tried to figure out the best way to prevent all those bottled-up thoughts from spilling out. And he knows, he is well fucking aware that communication is this and communication is that, and communication is important, otherwise, he was going to drown trying to escape the endless sea made up of his own thoughts, but he wouldn’t. He’d rather see his lungs well up with salt water than talk about the insecurities nipping at his skull.

He wouldn’t allow himself to ruin this, not after learning what it felt like to be loved and cherished and wanted. Not after making promise after promise, not after planning everything down to a t, after your family had oh-so-gracefully offered one of their properties in Tuscany as venue and had everyone flown down to Italy for a whole week. 

He couldn’t do that to you.

And yet he did. Coaxed by the warmth of your hand against his as it rested on top of the railing overlooking the vineyard.

“I feel like I don’t belong.” He swallowed. 

“Iz—“

“Just,” he pleaded, finally plucking the courage to talk about what had been bothering him ever since he got here. “Please, just let me finish.”

You nodded, knowing he wouldn’t continue until he got your reassurance.

“There’s, um, there’s this voice in the back of my head just telling me over and over again that there's something wrong, that I shouldn't be here, and the more I think about it, the more it makes sense,”

“You’re smart and funny and kind, and people love you and you managed to befriend my godawful broth— step-brother, how did you even do that? He’s so annoying, but that's beside the point, you're so good, too good,

“And if what everyone keeps saying is true, that the ‘opposites attract’ theory can only be proven right by looking at us, if— if we’re complete opposites then that means I’m even worse than bad, it means I’m awful, pathetic, I–” 

He lets out a heavy sigh, raking his free hand through his slightly overgrown locks. His lips were pursed into a tight line, he bit into his cheek as if the slight pain would refrain his eyes from misting. You don’t move despite the urge to hold him close, you knew he wasn't done.

“I’d like to tell myself that it isn't true, but I’m not the only one who thinks that, some of the people here can’t help but look down on me, and they're not even subtle about it,"

“I know your dad doesn't like me at all,” he let out a dry laugh; to lighten the mood or encourage himself, you didn't know. “Remember when we had dinner together for the first time? He couldn't even believe we went to the same college,"

“Everything’s just a constant reminder that no matter where I am, no matter where I go, I’m just meddling,"

“I meddled my way into the Sano family, I meddled into a friend group that probably hates me, and now I’m meddling into yours, into your life!"

“And it's so confusing because I feel so good when I’m with you, I feel like I'm home and like I’m safe and like everything's gonna be alright,” he turned to you, locking gazes despite his eyes being swallowed by tears he could no longer contain; he looked so small, so fragile in a way he always was but never showed. “And I know it’s selfish to want to keep you, but I just can't help but feel that you’re making a mistake by choosing me.”

Eyes heavy with sorrow, you’re sure he was holding back his breath waiting for a response; the tightness in his chest at the lack of oxygen less painful than another—though unlikely still possible—rejection. After the dramatic monologue exposing his feelings of inadequacy and insecurity he’s sure you’d call the whole thing over before it can even start. Don’t get him wrong, he’s shared his fair amount of emotional baggage and not once did you cast him aside because of it. In fact, every time he talked to you about whatever it was that plagued his mind he couldn’t help but feel your worry. It was like you had the utmost necessity to sew his wounds back together, kiss the ragged skin in the process. He trusted you like no other, and yet, though he can acknowledge the irrationality of his thought pattern, he can't help but indulge it, let the thoughts feed on his brain until his skull is rotten and empty. 

He could feel his heart crack once he felt the warmth of your skin slipping away, like a cruel premonition whispering your departure. The urge to apologise burned inside his chest and the words, bitter like bile, settled at the bottom of his throat.

“You’re not a mistake,” cupping his face in between your hands, you gingerly wipe the stray tears rolling down his cheeks. Your words were soft like silk as they tried to mend the cracks in his heart, sprinkle them with gold. The gentleness made his eyes well up with tears once again, sobs bubbling up in his throat and threatening to escape. “You’ll never be a mistake,” 

Too weak, too fragile, your warm palm against his bare skin, your touch silently whispering that he was safe, that everything was going to be okay; the shimmer in your eyes, the softness of your reassuring smile, it’s enough for him to break. He cries against your body, holding you tight between his arms as if you might disappear once he lets go. He coughs through ragged breaths, choking on his own sorrows and, in spite of the uncontrollable crying, he’s able to focus on your touch, raking your fingers through his hair and leaning your cheek against his head to give him some sort of grounding weight.

“You’re my one and only,” you whisper, holding his trembling body impossibly closer with as much desperation, as if you too, thought he might disappear. You place a tender kiss on the side of his head, softly rocking the both of you in your place until the heart-wrenching sobs turn into soft sniffles. “And I promise you,” nuzzling your cheek against his hair, you almost stumble over your own words, like pressing a freshly formed bruised, the rawness in your chest makes you internally flinch in hesitation. But it’s Izana who you’re talking to, and if anyone deserved to know the sheer importance of their existence, it was him. “Forever and always, for as long as you’ll have me, I’ll be yours the same way you’re mine.”

You stayed like that for a while, in each others’ arms, even after the sun had fully disappeared behind the horizon, the sky now a mix of pinks and purples and orangy hues. His breathing had evened out by now and had the both of you not been standing, you would’ve sworn he had fallen asleep. That was until he raised his head, with his eyes still tightly shut, and leaned his forehead against yours, “Thank you for loving me.”

You pecked his lips, softly rubbing your nose against his, making a wobbly smile break through his lips. “And thank you for loving me.”

The tender moment is broken by an incoming call, the sweet melody of an acoustic guitar as your ringtone makes him melt even more; it was him playing. He could hear both of your soft giggles in the background, and he remembers very well that one time you stayed up until the wee hours of the morning when you recorded him playing in secret and then had a playfight over your phone to delete the video. You didnt delete it, and it surprised him you still kept it as your ringtone after all this time.

“Dinner’s ready now, we should get going,” you sigh, looking from your phone screen up at him, before tilting your head to the side and using your fingers to trail the edge of one of his earlobes, making him shiver in the process. “Right, ‘saw you left your earrings on the bedside table, why?”

“I– your dad doesn't like them very much.”

“Don’t listen to him, my dad doesn't like anything,” you half-joke, a hint of truth staining your words. “Can I put them on for you?”

From the pocket of your shorts you pull out the pair of hanafuda earrings, and he nods, shivering as your fingers delicately close the clasps.

“There you go,” you smile, making his cheek warm up as you check him out; your adoration for him clear in your eyes. “Pretty as always.”

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THAT'S SO CUTE????

tokyo revengers | mikey.s ⏤ 01:15

mikey meets his future child through takemichi

not proofread ; please excuse the grammar/spelling mistakes

Takemichi couldn’t be happier, after all the grievances and the heartache, he was finally able to go through a timeline that resulted in everyone’s happy ending. He was all the more grateful at the fact that he’s been made to be the godfather of your child who is now four years old. The only problem was that, although it wasn’t intentional, Takemichi ended up travelling back in time when playing around with your adorable toddler and ends up….bringing your toddler with him…

Takemichi didn’t know what to do, he was suddenly back in the past, back in his high school days when he finally was able to give everyone a happy ending. Everyone was on their way to a bright and happy future so he wants to keep everything as normal as possible.

If anything changes, if you and Mikey meet your future son, Kenjiro…Takemichi doesn’t know the implications. He doesn’t want to potentially ruin anything for the future happiness he worked so hard to achieve and will now protect with his life.

While he tries to figure out how to get back to the future, he’s going to have to keep Kenjiro from going outside as much as possible. It seemed like a simple task until the little boy started throwing tantrum after tantrum, day after day about wanting to see his papa and mama.

“I-I can’t Kenjiro-kun, they’re busy right now,” Takemichi exasperates, sweating nervously under his collar - he’s piling up on homework and assignments to be able to take care of the little boy and he’s worrying the gang and Hina with his absence. And now he’s having to deal with endless tantrums begging to see you and Mikey. Takemichi loves his godson but…he doesn’t know if he could take this much longer!

“B-bu” the little boy huffs, unable to pronounce his ‘T’s “wanna see papa! wanna see mama!” before the little boy, who was a splitting image of Mikey’s younger self but with your eyes and nose, could cry even further, Takemichi finally came up with a compromise.

“I-I’ll let you see them!”

“Really?” The boy’s eyes sparkled with joy, beginning to bounce on the balls of his feet at the prospect of finally getting to see you and his papa again. He misses your warm cuddles and he misses riding atop his papa’s strong shoulders, his godfather tries to calm him down by mimicking them but it never feels right.

“But you need to promise to not let them see you, okay?” Takemichi held up his pinkie finger.

“Why?...” once again, tears pooled into Kenjiro’s eyes.

“I-It’s a game you’re playing together!” the blonde hurriedly tries to reason, “And the prize is dorayaki!”

“Okay!” without a fuss, Kenjiro agrees. He’s definitely Mikey’s son.

Takemichi took Kenjiro to see you both during a Toman meeting even if it was past your son’s bedtime. It’s a dirty trick but the blonde hoped that having the usual ball of energy more drowsy than usual would play in his favour when he finally does see the two of you again. If Kenjiro did something unexpected and snuck off or rushed to you, it would be a massive spoiler for the future, especially since you and Mikey weren’t together yet…

“There see?” Takemichi, holds the little boy up as much as he could without drawing too much attention from anyone in the meeting of founders and their vice captains.

“Mama…” Kenjiro whispers pointing to you chatting away with Emma, keeping her company as the others continue to discuss where to keep a closer eye on.

“That’s right,” Takemichi silently cheers, thanking that his plan worked on coming out at night.

“Papa…” Kenjiro points to Mikey before beginning to tear up. He missed his parents so much and all that build up of frustration, loneliness and desperation came pouring out due to his fatigue.

Just as Takemichi realises what’s about to happen, a resounding sob slices through the calm air of the chill night.

“What the fuck?” Pah exclaims exactly what everyone was thinking as they turn to see Takemichi with a child in his arms that looks surprisingly like Mikey.

“Is that a little kid?” Mitsuya continues in disbelief. What was going on? And why did the little boy look like their commander, who was intrigued enough to raise a questioning brow at the situation.

“Papa!” the little boy wails, stretching his little pudgy arms out towards Mikey.

“Who is that, Takemitchy?” Mikey asks, not knowing how to process being called a father. He hasn’t been interested enough in a girl to have a kid.

Everyone subconsciously leaned in closer, anticipating his answer, “Haha…funny story…”

“Mama!” Kenjiro bawled louder as he reached out to you and everyone’s breaths still. There was no point in hiding the truth, everyone knew his time travel ability anyway.

“He’s your future son Mikey-kun and…(Y/N)-chan…”

You gave a silent scream as Emaa squealed beside you, she’s known about your huge crush on her brother for such a long time and supported your love in everything because she knew you were the perfect fit for her brother. Maybe this was the opportunity to get you two together!

All other captains and their vices had a mix of reactions. Mitsuya and Draken simply tried to process the new information as much as they could whereas Chifuyu tried to speculate how his partner managed to time travel with a toddler but finally came to terms with why he hadn’t been around for a while.

Mikey simply tilted his head at the little boy. From all the tears and fussing, Takemichi finally set down and immediately ran to him, “Papa! Papa ups!” Kenjiro makes grabby hands at the blonde.

“Well would you look at that?” Baji teases with a toothy grin his arm draped across Kazutora’s shoulders who snickered behind him. Everyone watched as Mikey complied and dropped down to hold the boy up in his arms, “Mikey’s a dad~”

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Draken chuckles, his heart light at the idea of his friend having such a domestic but happy future.

“And all because of (Y/N)-chan! Ahhhhhhh!” Emma squeals once again, shaking you by the shoulders and redirecting everyone’s attention to you and just when you were beginning to calm down and process the situation. Thank you, Emma….

“Mama….” After finally getting the chance to calm down in his dad’s arms, Kenjiro reaches out to you, still being in Mikey’s arms, one hand clutching the blonde’s gang unifor as the other makes grabby gestures at you. Following his son’s command, Mikey makes his way over to you as everyone watches, grinning to their ears. They’ve seen you dancing circles around Mikey, trying to catch his attention in subtle ways only to be considered a friend by the oblivious blonde. It was quite painful to watch but wherever they could, they tried to help you in your endeavours. Most of the help was from Mitsuya, Draken, the twins, Chifuyu and Takemichi, though others were often too lazy to participate in romance.

Wordlessly, you reach out to hold the little boy's small hand in yours and are instantly infatuated by him. He looks like a baby Mikey but with your eyes and nose, the perfect mix between you two. He’s so handsome, just like his father, you thought with a prominent heat in your cheeks.

“Hey there, why were you crying?” you softly ask, the motherly instincts in you taking over, not realising the strange effect it was having on Mikey. As he watched you interact with his future son, he pondered what a perfect mother you would be, your delicate touch that always helped nurse his wounds, your caring words that never failed to comfort him and the warmth you exude as a person was ideal for a mother.

“Missed you mama…and papa,”

“It’s okay baby, we’re here now,” you comfort, leaning down to press a soft kiss on the toddler’s pink cheek, earning a wide grin reminiscent of his fathers. The two of you stood closer as you watched your future son slip into the world of dreams, his one hand still clinging onto Mikey’s shirt as the other held onto two of your fingers.

“So you’re my future wife,” Mikey announces, breaking the soft silence.

“U-uhh yeah,” you don’t know what else to say and look down in embarrassment.

“That means you like me,”

“Y-yeah…”

“...Why have you never told me?” everyone wanted to facepalm at his blunt statement, how could he be so nonchalant about the situation? They didn’t know, however, that he was internally screaming with joy.

“I-I thought I was being so obvious!” you cry out and accidentally wake Kenjiro again.

Before you could apologise and lul him back to sleep, he looks around with curious eyes and asks, “Where’s nee-san?”

YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER TOO?!

Everyone looks at Takemichi as he shrugs in response, “he has an older sister, your first kid together looks a lot like you (Y/N)-chan,” the blonde tries to end on a lighter note but you were about to faint.

“Wh-what are their names?” Mikey asks, bringing you closer to his side with a hand on your waist, not catching the flustered expression it pulls from you as Kenjiro giggles in his father’s arms. He and his older sister know everything that goes on between their mum and dad and it didn’t help that their aunty Emma loved to comment on how she helped them get together and how they acted around each other in high school.

“Your daughter is called Emica, named after Emma-chan and he,” Takemichi points to your son, “is called Kenjiro, you named him after Draken.” The mentioned couple smiled at the honour of being an inspiration in naming your children.

“We have a bright future, Takemichi?” Chifuyu asks, catching everyone’s attention.

“Brighter than ever,” Takemichi grins, which is reciprocated by everyone.

thoughts? ; this was a fun little thought bubble at 1am XD ; it all came from reading so many bnha x reader scenarios on it

navi.