Incest With The Tokyo Revengers Siblings (part 1)

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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hq boys and soulmates

daichi, tsukishima, oikawa

PAIRING: Oikawa Tooru x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff | friends to lovers | romance | soulmate au

wc: 3.3k

a/n: THIS has to be my favorite of all the three ive written for this series (´ ω `♡) i fell in love with the concept (maybe bc i resonate with them lmao) and i went overboard with this csjsbms i hope you guys like this as well! enjoy~

oikawa

He lets go of your wrist, and in a snap, Oikawa becomes frantic, almost like he’s losing his mind. He has his palms pressed on the socket of his eyes as he paces back and forth.

“Oikawa-san.” You call for his name, but his mind is elsewhere.

“Oikawa-san, please calm down!” You stop his trides by pulling the hem of his shirt. His hands fall to his sides as he peers at you. Worry and exhaustion clad his face. You never thought he’d react this way, not from someone who appears to have an unbreakable confidence.

“Listen.” You speak as your fingers ungrasps his shirt. Turning your back on him, you gather your hair in one hand while the other hand tugs the collar of your uniform, revealing your nape to him. Your voice came out clear.

“We’re the same.”

3 hours ago.

Stepping inside the volleyball gym would have been a nightmare for a person who hates crowds and social interaction. Still, luckily, you’re friends with Iwaizumi. Actually, ‘friends’ is barely a term for it. You happened to share one class with him last year and felt comfortable with each other’s presence. 

“Iwa!” You scream as soon as you spot him by the benches, tucking his jersey shirt inside his shorts. It is with a quick wave that you summoned him to come to you.

“Hey, what’s up?” He briefly smiles before pulling his eyes back to his tucked shirt, pulling out the linen near the garter out of his shorts so his top won’t be too stretched and tucked inside.

“Where’s the captain?”

“Shittykawa?” He arches brow making you titter. Although the nickname he has of him may appear insulting, his tone was rather coated with affection.

“Yeah, that guy. I need him for this.” You wave a notebook in your grasp in the space between you.

“He’s at the club room. The small building adjacent to the gym.” You quickly bid him thanks before jogging your way out of the volleyball gym. Following his directions, you find yourself in front of a mahogany door and rapping three consecutive knocks alerted the man inside the room.

“I’m still here-” 

Without thinking much of your actions, your hand lands on the doorknob, swiftly twist the it before pushing the door open. Your eyes immediately land on a toned bareback. His shirt is over his head, and the expanse of his dorsal is exposed to you. Your eyes capture the space below his nape, eyelids widening at the visual in front of you. As if sensing your eyes on him, his upper body turns. His eyes meet yours, mirroring your wide gaze.

“AH!” You both scream in unison. He jumps in surprise while your grip tightens around the knob as you pull the door close. Your hand rests on your chest as an attempt to steady your heartbeat. Your mind replays the image you saw seconds ago. Oikawa-san is…? You shake your head to the sides to stop the building thoughts in your head. You don’t want to intrude his personal life. Seeing the unmarked skin on his back is already means you have crossed lines.

“I have your notebook, and you have mine. I’ll wait for you after practice. Sorry!” Your shout behind the door before running away.

You have nowhere to kill time so have no option but to go back to the gym. Iwaizumi sees you climbing to the mezzanine and joining the rest of the students screaming and waving at the players. The men’s volleyball team have a practice match against another team today so everyone is anticipating it.

Leaning your body forward on the steel barrier to support your weight, your orbs lock with Iwaizumi who’s at the court waiting for you to notice him. He raises his hand up with his fingers spreaded apart. He rotates his wrists from side-to-side, a nonverbal way of asking “he’s not there?”

Immediately, embarrassement paints the tip of your ears. You smack the notebook to your face while your other hand stretches out. You pop your thumb out before drawing a straight across your neck. You slowly drag the notebook down just enough for him to see your eyes. Iwaizumi’s shoulders shakes from laughter, enjoying the distressed look on your face.

Albeit, the man of the conversation shows up minutes after your exchange with spiker. His expression is flat and he didn’t bother waving at the audience like he used to do. He walks pass iwaizumi without batting an eye at him. He neither look angry nor pissed but rather he appears clouded by his thoughts.  

The game ends with the homecourt winning two out of the three sets. You make it a point to sneak out and wait for Oikawa outside the gym as you lean back against the wall. Soon enough, your eyes spot a brunette walking with the rest of the third years of the volleyball team with a towel wrapped around his neck.

“Oikawa-san.” You call for him quietly and in a snap his charming smile washes off his face. You gulp, knowing exactly that you are the cause of his despair.

“Walk with me.” He pulls you by the wrist, making you slightly off balance. He didn’t bother bidding goddbye to his companion as he drags you out to the gate of the school. Your view hinders you to see the expression on his face but his grip on you is enough to tell you he’s pissed. The unusual behavior of the captain tugging a nameless student out of Aoba Johsai earned whispers.

“Where are we going?” You ask when his feet trails down an empty street.

“Somewhere where we can be alone.” He replies. You shift your attention to the signs on the streets.

Minamisakuracho, Higakisakuracho, Shiroishi… Then, it hits you.

The riverside.

The Shiroishi river is glamored in pink cherry blossom, attracting tourists and locals to feast in their eyes with its awe-strucking beauty. But for the first time, you completely ignore the breathtaking view. All you can think of is the thick air between you and the captain.

Upon reaching a spot by the riversider where no eyes can spy, he lets go of your wrist. In a snap, Oikawa became frantic, almost like he’s losing his mind. He has his palms pressed on the socket of his eyes as he paces back and forth.

“Oikawa-san.” You call for his name, but his mind is elsewhere.

“Oikawa-san, please calm down!” You stop his trides by pulling the hem of his shirt. His hands fall to his sides as he peers at you. Worry and exhaustion clad his face. You never thought he’d react this way, not from someone who appears to have an unbreakable confidence.

“Listen.” You speak as your fingers ungrasps his shirt. Turning your back on him, you gather your hair in one hand while the other hand tugs the collar of your uniform, revealing your nape to him. Your voice came out clear.

“We’re the same,” You expose to him your unmarked skin just below your nape. In a world where society dictates your ability to feel emotions through tiny moles marked on your back, it takes a huge toll for glitches to appear normal in the eyes of the typical. Glitches are humans without marked skin. They are seen as a void. An emotional filler before you find your true love.

Supposedly, each person has a mole or moles on their back dotted along their spine. The number of moles determines the number of times you fall in love. For a person with two moles, it takes them one lover before finding their soulmate. A person with three takes two lovers before they meet their final mate, but for someone who has none, falling in love is never part of their fate. They are not destined for someone and in the same logic, they are claimed to be emotionless.

Like, you and Oikawa.

“Is that what you’re worried about?” You free your hair, letting it sway on your back before turning around to face him. His lips are ajar, his eyes held you endearingly. You continue, boring your eyes at him. “Your secret is safe with me.”

He steps in, surprising you as he wraps his arms around your body. His head is pressed next to yours and he mutters in reply. “Thank you.”

The following weeks went by quickly, in parallel with your growing friendship with Oikawa. You assumed that the confrontation by the river he would make him stir away from you. You thought you’d become a constant reminder of his shortcomings. But contrary to your assumption, he stuck up to you like a lost kitten growing fond of a stranger passing by.

“(Y/n)!” A hurried voice resonates from the hallway outside your classroom. You turn your head to see who it is but judging from the voice alone you could almost tell who it is.

“Tooru?” The way you said his first name earns whispers among your classmates. Bothered by the unwanted attention you’re getting, you approach Oikawa, and he instantly pulls you out to the hallway. He caves you between his body and the wall as his hand plants on the space next to your head. He crunches down to match your height.

“They’re changing our jersey to a non-collared shirt for summer. Our adviser wants us to try it now to test if it’s comfortable.” His voice is already low enough for the two of you to hear, but his following statement came out quieter. “The skin below my nape is exposed. I checked it in the mirror.”

Suddenly, an idea struck you.

“I have a plan.” You say, running back to your seat to grab a marker. You emerge back to the hallways, waving the marker to his face. In an instant, his eyes sparkle in hope. 

“Let’s go.” 

He leads you inside the gym to the back part of the room. A small door leads to what seems like a stock room. He turns the knob and pushes it open. “Here.” He ushers you to come in. 

This is a suspiciously cramped space for two people, but you didn’t think twice as you followed him inside and instead, you focus on today’s goal. Nonetheless, your lids peel in panic and shock at the boy taking off his shirt.

“Woah, wait.” You say in surprise, hands fiddling around, torn between keeping them at your side or covering your eyes with it. 

“What? You’ve seen my naked back before.” He casually says. He tearing your hands away from your face, shooting you a smile. Your eyes ogle at his naked back, feeling like an intruder watching someone change clothes. He kneels down before you, his back facing you. He speaks.  “This is not something new to you, and you have to nail my fake birthmark. Now, quick.”

“Demanding.” You scoff as you approach him. He turns his head to glance at you through his shoulder.

“Please?” He sweetly says, winking, thereafter, earning another scoff from you. 

“How many times do you want to fall in love?” You ask. He twists his neck sideways to look at you, orbs held earnest. You never thought he’d take your question seriously.

“Once.” His voice shifts from playful to serious. You nod at him though he can’t fully see you. You place your palm on his shoulder as you carefully aim at the spot where most people have it. He’s reticent, and you can imagine his face in deep thought even though you can only see the back of his head.

“Does it bother you when people find out you’re a glitch?” He breaks the silence.

“It used to but not anymore.” The tip of the marker kisses his skin, leaving a perfectly fake birthmark on his back. Your mouth forms an “o”  closes the gap between the two of you as you blow on the wet paint. Your warm breath sends shivers down his spine.

“They call us glitches or emotionally numb individuals, but I don’t think that’s the case. Sure, they say that people with marks fall in love intensely. I’ve read books about how their stomach turns, or how their heads feel light when their partner kisses them or touches them but there is not much data about us because we fall into the 5% of the population. All articles about glitches are written by the marked ones. How can they be sure that we can’t fall in love too? So, I thought maybe… maybe we love differently.” 

He caughts you unguarded as he turns around to face you. You keep your feet on the ground as he draws his face to you. The curves of his features softens and a hint of affection and admiration burns in his eyes. The corners of his lips pull into a smile, the same rare genuine smile you saw on the riverside. 

“Turn around.” He says as soon as he snatches the marker away from your grip. Your feet move hesitantly and stop at where your side faces him. His hand gathers your hair to one side as he dips closer to you. His face unlawfully too near yours as the cold tip of the marker lands on your warm skin, marking a dot below your nape.

He pulls back to hold your gaze. You blink at him repeatedly as you feel your cheeks burn at the way he’s looking at you. You have never seen him in this way. He is longing, almost like he’s memorizing every inch of your face. His smile remains on his face as he peers at you fondly.

“I think I feel it. I hope you do too.” He murmurs to himself. Albeit, it was inaudible to you.

“Hm?” You hum in question but he responds with a shake of his head.

“Nothing.” He playfully stains your cheek using the marker, painting your right cheek with a black streak. He stands on his feet and turns his back to you. Still lost in thought, you watch him pull his shirt over his head. What the hell was that? He walks past you and opens the stock room door, revealing Iwaizumi walking by. The spiker pauses when he spots you two inside the stock room.

“Okay, what is going on here?” A smirk plays on his face.

“The ventilation.” You spit out in panic.

“Hm,” He nods at you unconvincingly.

“It’s, uh, broken. Tooru showed it to me.” You bit your tongue. It’s clear as daylight that you’re a terrible liar.

“TOORU showed it to you.” He emphasizes your use of first names.

“Yeah, we’re fri-” Oikawa cuts you off when he drapes his arm over your shoulder.

“You’re embarrassing her, Iwa-chan. The stock room is nice place but a bit dusty. Why do you care if we spend time there?” He sneers. Iwaizumi narrows his eyes at the captain and shoots you a knowing smile before leaving the two of you. You nudge Oikawa’s side using your elbow when the spiker is out of sight.

“You made it sound like we’re doing something we’re not supposed to!” You pull him down by his shirt, making him crunch down to your level.

“My words were vague. It’s up to him how he takes it. Besides, it makes us look like a couple. I have one mark on my back, and so do you. If we appear like a couple, the rest of the students will stop breathing down my neck to see how many marks I have.” He straightens his back. 

Likewise, it works to your advantage since you feel uncomfortable when people ask the number of moles you have, so fake dating Oikawa will lessen the talks around you.

“I guess we can work on that, boyfriend.” You shrug, shooting him a smile. “Anyway, I have to go.” 

“Wait.” He says. You turn your body to see him. “Did you hear what I said a while ago?”

“No.” You study his face. His brows form a scowl on his forehead nonetheless he smiles.

“Meet me by the river after practice.” He flashes you a teeth-showing smile, his Duchene marks showing on his face.

Hence, you head to the gym after classes to wait for him. After practice, Oikawa jogs to you the minute it ends. On the other hand, Iwaizumi sees you together, shooting you a teasing smile. He mouths you “update please.” But you scowl at him in return, thus earning a chuckle form him.

The whole walk to the river is in pure silence. It’s not unusual to walk with him in silence since there are times when the two of you would prefer to indulge yourself in nature and keep your words to yourself. Soon, you both reach the destination. You flump at the grass near the river, and he does the same. You rest your weight on your hand as it anchors behind you. Your one leg folded up while the other stretched across the dry land.

“I have something to say.” Oikawa states. You look at him only to realize that he has been staring at you the entire time. You push yourself up to sit, before dusting off your hands. You stretch out a smile as you wait for him to continue.

“What is it?” You say, squinting your eyes as the sunset hue glares behind his figure.

“I love you.” He utters. Your lids strip open though the sun blinds your vision. You look at him, probably, waiting for him to tell you it’s a joke, but the unwavering expression on his face tells you otherwise. “Heck, I don’t even know if I have the right to say I’m in love but what I feel for you is something I have never felt before. As a glitch, I’d like to believe we have the power to choose our soulmates, and I choose you.” 

Your heart skips a beat.

You put your hand over your chest as the overwhelming loud thumping of your heart begins to deafen your hearing. At the same time, your palms turn cold and numb. Your stomach twists in knots and tiny prickling sensations crawl up to your cheeks.

“Are you okay?” Oikawa says when he sees you clutching onto your shirt. Then, you remember all the books you’ve read. The ones were written by the marked ones. The uncontrolled heartbeats are followed by necessary action. A step that will take you farther and deeper into your emotions.

To prove your hunches.

So, you lean froward. Your hands landing on his shirt as you pull him close to you. Your mouth aims for his lips, and without much thought you land a peck on his plumped ones. It was short yet remarkable. Pulling back from the quick kiss, you watch him experience the phenomenon. If he physically feels it, then you might be right. Maybe glitches aren’t numb. You are capable of feeling love. Your cheeks burn bright crimson as your teeth claw on your bottom lip. Oikawa feels his pulse through his neck as his eyes stare at you. His pupils dilates and his ears turn red.

“Can you feel it too?” Your eyes mirror his’. He nods. 

“One more.” He says before crashing his mouth against yours. This time it wasn’t a peck. His lips envelop yours as it lazily moves around every inch and corner of your mouth. His mouth tastes like a lemon power drink, the one he drinks during matches and practices. A warm hand cups your cheeks, guiding you to switch directions, lips momentarily leaving yours as his head tilts to the other side. You moan as he goes deeper into the kiss, feeling his thumb rubbing against the crest of your cheek. He pulls back slowly, just enough for him to rest his forehead on yours.

“I love you too,” You say between breaths.

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this! as always likes and rbs are always welcome!~

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his and his only // sano 'mikey' manjiro

genre: fluff

character: mikey

summary: mikey has an attachment issue ever since losing so many of his siblings (i love to think that mikey has attachment issues>>>)

warnings: contains slight manga spoilers, sister complex, may contain grammar errors, incest ig

It's normal for a boy to have a certain fixation towards one of their female family members, right? Especially when they have some sort of an attachment issue?

This is what always lingered in Mikey's mind when it comes to you; his twin sister he so dearly loves. He has lost his oldest brother, Shinichiro. Then, his younger sister, Emma, and on the next day, his another older adoptive brother, Izana, which he never gets to bond with him as brothers.

You're all that he has left. Of course, he would never want to ever lose you next. You had promised way before that you will never leave his side and you both will always be "those twins". And most of the time, he has doubts on that promise you guys made ever since they started a sibling losing one by one. Mikey blames himself every day for his siblings death, all because he made a gang. But he loves his gang as much as he loves his family that he couldn't bring the thought of disbanding it. It's like losing another family if Toman is over.

And there, you called. He sets his phone to ring differently from others so that he knows it's you who called. He picked it up before his time for a speech would come.

"Hello, onee-chan~!" A cheery voice greets your tired ears.

"Manjiro, when you get back, if I fell asleep, can you please wake me up?" You requested, pressing the 'please' in your voice like a little kid would beg.

He knew what you were doing just by your simple request. After all, you were in a different world from him. You're smart, hardworking and so many people look up to you. Meanwhile, you had to have a twin brother that is the complete opposite of who you are; lazy, childish and people feared him. Sometimes, because he is in a well-known gang, people tend to immediately judge you as well. He had that one phase where he avoided you for a long time just so you can live your life normally. But when he got scolded by you because that's not what you wanted, he was the happiest man alive. To know that his dear sister actually wanted to be with him is like having your crush accepting your confession.

"But aren't you supposed to just sleep? It's already late once I get home. Besides, you're already a genius! You don't have to study," Mikey answers. Sometimes, you put an all nighter and Mikey doesn't like that because he knows you'll be a bit grumpy the next day for not getting enough sleep.

"It's not studying. I'm only doing my homework. Anyways, can you please wake me up if I fall asleep?" From your tone of voice, Mikey can tell you're batting your eyelashes while giving him those doe eyes he oh-so wants to ruin that innocent little face.

"Fine," he grumbles which earns him a small 'yay' on the other side of his phone. "But if you don't wake up, don't go blaming on me for not waking you up!"

"I know. Thank you, Manjiro!" With that, you end the call and Mikey's name was also called for his speech.

After the Toman meeting, Mikey went straight home on his bike. He makes a bee line to your room but didn't knock. He has that bad habit of not knowing how to knock when entering a girl's room. One time, he accidentally walked in on Emma when she was changing which he felt like he needs to bleach his eyes while getting a bit of beating from Emma. And scolding from Draken.

"Onee-chan?" His voice isn't usually this soft. And there you were, on your study desk with the lights still on and your books open but sleeping.

He walks over to you while calling you out to wake you up however you didn't budge. His hands reaches over to your blonde hair and brushes them behind you ears to get a glimpse of your face that looks exactly like him but more of a feminine touch. His face inches closer and closer to yours until his lips make contact with your temple. He breathes in your scent and immediately he feels at home. He takes another whiff of your scent, almost high from it only.

"Y/N . . ." He breathes out your name.

His heart jumps when you start moving. He quickly moves away from you, retracting his hands while blushing, thinking over the possible risk he just done. He sighs and puts on his brother face, like nothing happened.

"Y/N, wake up. You told me to wake you up when l get home." He continues spitting facts to get you annoyed which works as a way for you to open your eyes.

You grumble in your haze and humming so he can shut up.

"Come on! Wake up." He keeps nudging your shoulder lightly until you raise your head.

"I'm up, I'm up . . . What time is it?"

"11.34 pm. Are you gonna sleep or what?"

You look at your book for a moment before giving up and agreeing that you want to sleep. He raised an eyebrow, confused.

"Didn't you want to finish it?" He asks.

"It's not due for tomorrow anyways," you answer while closing all of your books.

"Then, why did you want to finish it in the first place?"

"I don't like doing it on the last minute."

He notices how tired you are so he offered to put away all your books while you can get to bed. You appreciate that and listen to what he asked of you. Immediately, you plop onto your bed and cover yourself with the duvet. After he finishes cleaning up your desk, he checks up on you to see you're fast asleep.

He also takes off his Toman jacket and slide into your covers to join you sleeping. It's not unusual for them to sleep together. They always do it. This is one of the reasons he doesn't want to lose you. His attachment and fixation towards you is too far to sever it by now. He cannot lose you. He doesn't know what he'll do if you're not by his side anymore. Hell, he doesn't want to think about it. It makes him sad and depressed if he keeps on thinking about losing you.

He holds you close and tight in his arms as if you would disappear suddenly. He moves your bangs out of your face once again and gives a long peck on your forehead. Not caring if you noticed it or not. He does want to let you know some day that you're his and he's yours. And that he loves you more than anything in this cruel world. He loves you way too much than he's supposed to as a brother. He will not let anyone take you away from him or they will meet death immediately.

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a/n - i was thinking abt csm and i thought about this! i love angel devil so uh, have angst LOL. this can be read as platonic or romantic!! have this collection of one shots. u can look up angel devil for image ref but his devil abilities are more visible here! anyways thanks for reading, have a nice day/night! titled, "don't go",, also to add salt in the wound, listen to "veil" by Keina Suda if you get the meaning behind it lol

↬ cw: canon typical angst, canon death, spoilers if you haven't read the manga

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The Angel Devil, as they call it, is a demon that appears before humans on the brink of their deaths. That is how they feed. Rather than killing humans in brutal ways and feasting on them, using their Blood Art, they can absorb a mortal's lifespan with a simple touch. Many humans have been spreading rumors of a humanoid entity with long, enormous fluffy wings, and a halo on top of their heads appearing amongst the sickly or dying relatives. They hear them comforting them, then give them a simple caress or a kiss on the cheek.

"It's nice to see you again, old friend."

When Kagaya heard the loud flaps of wings nearing his room, then the silent thud on the tatami mats, he knew it was them, and his smile widened. He heard his oldest friend scoff, the sounds of clothing shifting and their presence nearing him indicated that they sat right in front of him.

"Technically," They drawled, an arm atop their propped-up knee as they let out a small yawn. "You can't, you're blind." It has been years since they last saw each other, both busy with their duties. Kagaya laughed, and to them, it sounded like the gentle tunes of wind chimes, it rang through the light gusts of wind and rippled through their hollowed body.

It was a beautiful sound, one that they could listen to all day long and let their shoulders sag, to sit back and appreciate the beauty that surrounded them.

They didn't even know they could get goosebumps until he heard him laugh after years of separation.

"I'm glad your humor is still the same," He says in a regal fashion. The smile the always wore on his lips was different. It was wide and genuine, the smile he always gives them when he's with them. They felt flustered, looking away from their friend. "I hope you could've visited me, us, more."

"I'm a demon first, angel second," They simply said, eyeing the children peeking through the small opened crack of the shoji doors. "I do not wish to mingle with humans. You know this, right?" Their sharpened nails dug into the cloth of their kimono, chest heavy.

"And yet here you are, in my room, and accepted a huge favor I've asked of you years ago." He gestured for his children to enter the room, startling the poor demon as they scrambled back, anxious that the small (adorable) copies of Kagaya may touch them.

"Don't misunderstand my intentions, I simply accepted it for the ample food source." They lied, and Kagaya knew. With the guide of his children, he took a sip from a cup of tea, offering one to his dear friend, to which they declined. They were more human that they give themselves credit for.

Kagaya asked for a favor. To give his slayers a gentle death. To fight against demons and let them die peacefully. To guide them. To comfort them.

The two friends sat in silence. The demon prepared for the worst.

"Have my lifespan shorted once more? Is that why you're here?" Kagaya asked as if it wasn't a big deal. They bit their bottom lip, abhorring the fact that they could hear the resignation in his voice. It was foul, sickening bile creeping up their throat but washed it away by drinking the slightly cooled tea that they once declined and refused to answer.

And yet, Kagaya knew.

So he changed the subject. "May I have a kiss?"

"Are you stupid?" Their jaw hanged opened, baffled at the sudden request from their dearest and only friend. Kagaya laughed once more and their willpower was slowly being crushed.

"On the cheek, of course. Possibly my forehead or my hand if you're not quite alright with it."

"Do you want to die early?"

"Of course not." He replied, listening to the pitter-patter of his children's footsteps whilst they left the room. Kagaya could imagine their expression. Sharp teeth bared, nostrils flaring, and a glare. But listening to the tone of their voice, the small crack in the middle of their sentence, the slight breathlessness.

He knew it was quite the opposite of what he originally imagined.

"Not a human wishes to pass on early, I am simply asking for a kiss from a friend who has refused to touch me." He heard them click their tongue, but he continued, a somber smile gracing his lips. "I am blind, so I am unable to be ever graced by your ethereal being once again. A kiss will surely brighten my days, for you will leave as fast as you've arrived."

"Speak of the truth, Ubuyashiki Kagaya." They spat, eyes damp. When he didn't answer, they growled. "You've foreseen how you die, am I correct?" And they knew they struck gold when Kagaya closed his eyes. They felt their dead heart drop.

"It would be best if you aren't here on the day I die, my dear friend." He heard another thump against the tatami mats. He could only assume that the demon has laid on the floor. "I... ask of you to guide my children—"

"You don't have to ask for more anymore." They cut them off, shuffling close to the sickly man. "A kiss for a dying man." They say, voice twinged with sadness that Kagaya almost regretted his request.

That night, Kagaya, for the first time in his life, truly felt the gentle kiss of death. Soothing, and reassuring, the fear that gripped his heart faded into nothing. He was ready, and he accepted it.

But the angelic demon, who has gifted countless mortals a quick, painless death with a simple kiss, couldn't. For the first time in their life, tears fell.

"Gods, please don't go." They wracked out a sob, clutching on their only friend's kimono. "Curse you for befriending me when none of your predecessors did! Curse you for earning a special place in my heart! Curse you!" They hissed, his hands wrapped around their torso.

They wanted to reprimand him for touching them, but they knew he'd hit them with an excuse. 'I'm touching the cloth!'

Kagaya could only smile. Their cries reminded him of the light rains on sunny days, wetting his kimono but he could care less. It was a rare occurrence, but still as beautiful as the cold, dark rains. "Thank you for finally being honest, old friend."

"What's gotten into you, angel?" Kanae giggled, a carefree, serene expression on her face, as always.

Their dead heart ached as they clutched their own kimono, forcing a neutral face, as they always had. The cherry blossoms were blooming at this time of year and they had taken a seat on one of the branches, looking down at Kanae Kocho. It was the only safe space for him to be because among the borders of the Butterfly Mansion, were wisteria trees.

"You've come to visit more often than usual." She says, jumping up to the branch they sat on, scaring them out of their skin with how close she was to them. Kanae gave them a teasing smile, jumping to another branch, not too far away but not close enough to be within the reach of each other. "Is this a confession that you truly do enjoy my company?"

And as much as they wanted to lie, they couldn't. The weight was beginning to be unbearable to carry as more days went by. Their mouth was oddly dry, and their hands were sweaty and clammy. Kanae noticed course, she's never seen her demon friend be so out of character.

"...I suppose." They answered. The sunlight's brightness hurt their eyes the more they looked around their surroundings, pressing their knees against their chest and hugging their legs. Their long hair cascaded down their face, blocking some of their features, and their big, cloud-like wings fluttered against the wind. The angel wanted to say more, but it was stuck at the tip of their tongue. They couldn't even look at her.

All the while, Kanae's breath was taken. They looked absolutely mesmerizing, forgetting for a moment that their dear friend wasn't an angel, similar to those written in books from different countries, but a demon that eats humans' lives to sustain itself. But similar to those angels, they looked so otherworldly. Their halo shined brightly against the sunlight that peaked through the petals of the cherry blossom tree, pure white wings that never got stained by blood or dirted by dirt, and a face so divine.

It looked like they belonged under the sun, not in the shadows of darkness. Kanae thought that death certainly wouldn't be that bad if she saw them appear before her, singing heavenly tunes that the dead could only hear.

The two of them ignored the reasoning behind their frequent visits. The two of them ignored the reasoning behind the solemn stares she's been receiving from them, nor the flowers they'd been giving her for the past few days, nor the cries she's heard outside of her mansion, on the roof, late at night.

Even the wails of an angel were beautiful, she thought on those nights.

They've been a good friend being discreet about it too. The last thing she wanted was for her sister to know.

"Please don't go," They mutter under their breath, burying their face against their knees and hugging his legs tighter. They aren't sure if she could hear them, but they continued. "You're more of an angel than I've ever been in my eyes. A few humans had outlived their 'deadline' lest I touch them... I want to help you but..."

Kanae let out a sigh, and they tensed. Sitting next to them on the branch they sat on, they refused to look at her, afraid that if they did, tears would start falling once more. "I appreciate the concern, my dear friend! I'll be one of those mortals that outlived your so-called 'deadline'."

Lies, they wanted to say but they kept their mouth shut.

"May I ask a favor though?"

"Anything,"

"Look after my sister." Kanae scooted closer to them, and they raised their head. They looked into her eyes, soft and filled with sorrow. They gulped, nodding. They could never refuse her either way, no matter the cost. Shinobu would surely grow to hate them.

"Thank you, angel! I'm at ease." Kanae's shoulders drooped as she took off her haori and placed it on their back. Confused, about to ask what she was doing, but their words got caught in their throat when Kanae laid her head on their shoulder. They let out a strained surprised noise but didn't push her off.

"You know, you look so ethereal under the sun. You're like an actual angel." She mumbled, closing her eyes. They wanted to tell her that they were a demon, but they didn't have the heart to ruin this peaceful moment. "It would really be great if you were there for me."

Running a hand through their hair, sighing heavily. "...I'll make sure to give you a peaceful death..." They promised, but they knew they wouldn't be able to keep it.

"Don't go," Was the last thing Sabito heard from them before he stormed off.

He gripped the handle of his sword tightly, gritting his teeth. The two friends had a fight a day before the Final Selection. One moment, they were just talking about whatever, eating together, and pulling pranks on Urokodaki-san (they always fail, but it never stopped them to keep trying) then all of the sudden, his angelic friend started begging him to quit trying to be a slayer.

Sabito knew that the Final Selection would have its trials and tribulations, but did they lack that much faith in him? He had endured the strenuous training given by an ex-Hashira for years on end, swinging his damned chipped sword for gods knows how many times, and slicing that huge boulder in half.

He deserved to participate in this damned exam.

Sabito shouldn't have gotten close to that damned demon. He never understood why Urokodaki-san trusted them enough to allow them to sleep in his own home, watch and coach his students and keep them company when he was out. It felt disgusting. A former Hashira housing a demon? The very beings that Slayers dedicated their lives to eradicate?

Despite this, they all trusted them.

Makomo was the first. Their bored, uncaring exterior never bothered her one bit, and spoke to them as if they were human. She trusted Urokodaki-san, the man that gave them a home and trained them to be great slayers. So if he trusts them, that means she can too.

It blossomed into a beautiful friendship. Sabito won't deny it. A demon is still a demon. No matter how beautiful or kind that demon is.

But, then came Giyuu.

He expected the boy to hate the so-called 'angel' as he did, but it was the exact opposite. Sabito was surprised to see him almost leap at them upon recognition. It turned out, they gave his sister a somewhat peaceful death and led him away from the demon as a favor. They didn't expect to see Giyuu once again, but they welcomed them warmly.

There were a lot of things that they'd never told him. He didn't want to trust them. In the end, he grew closer to them than the two ever did.

So, maybe when they told him to quit, he should've trusted them. Maybe if he listened to their warnings, heard them out for lending him and Makomo a hand during the Final Selection.

But he pushed them away. He didn't want their help. Sabito believed that he and Makomo can make it out just fine. That they'll be official slayers once this was over.

Of course, he was wrong.

His sword snapped in half. Sabito never felt this much pain in his whole life. He was practically covered with his own blood, all the while he heard Makomo scream out in frustration. He couldn't move, his bones are probably broken.

A shadow loomed over his dying body, and he closed his eyes when he saw it was that disgusting demon's hand.

"Move away for a moment, Hand Demon." A voice, so pristine and melodic reached his ears. The sounds of fluttering wings can be heard throughout the field as the wind around them changed. He could hear the demon sputter as it retract its arm away from him.

Sabito's eyes fluttered open.

In their hand was a white sword with intricate designs, covered with the Hand Demon's blood. In their face was an expression he's never seen on his friend's face until now. Brows furrowed, nose flared and teeth bared.

Rage.

"What!? And let you have my well-deserved meal!?" The demon quickly refuted and launched a barrage of arms toward them. Sabito wanted to call out to them, to hold his sword and protect them, but in a flash, its multiple arms were cut clean. Sabito saw them barely move an inch.

"You can have them," They say, face morphing back to their neutral state. A face that hid the inner turmoil and despair in their heart. "They're good as dead... I just want to say goodbye."

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, he heard the gentle sounds of bells ringing in his ears. His body moved and was wrapped around by something white, smooth, and soft. Was it their wings? For the first time since he entered the Final Selection, he felt at ease. Sabito opened his mouth to say something, anything but closed it when he felt their hand on his cheek, gently caressing his bloodied skin.

"It's okay," They sighed, ignoring the foul smell of their blood that stained their kimono and wings, ignoring the stares of the demons that surrounded them. All that mattered were their two dying friends in their wings, giving them comfort and taking their pain away. "You can sleep."

Slowly, his eyes closed. His body sank further into their wings as all his regrets, doubts and anger washed away. He wanted to apologize, clutching into their arm with the last of his strength but he didn't need to hear them speak or see their face to know that they'd already forgiven him.

Throughout the whole forest, on the last day of the Final Selection, many of the surviving slayers heard the melodic cries of an angel. Singing of mourning and death. It was beautiful and pleasant, the wind turning into soft breezes whilst the sun's rays slowly made their way onto their skin.

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Care and comfort

─ Yandere!bonten x motherly!reader (platonic)

─ Summary: you were just trying to help someone and you ended up being the obsession of a criminal organization

─ Warnings: obsession, stalking, toxic behaviors, kidnapping, slight mention of drugs and stuff related

*(It might have a second part, I'm not sure yet- 🤔)

You turned on the light in your kitchen, almost tripping over one of the stools because your eyes were still half closed, you had fallen asleep correcting the last report that the newspaper where you worked had sent you. You had noticed that you hadn't even had dinner before, so you made a quick meal before heading back to work, but before you could touch your laptop you heard a crash at the front door, as if someone had collapsed and slammed against it.

It's not that you lived in one of the worst areas of the city, but it was strange that something happened in the wee hours of the morning, you walked slowly, opening the door, or trying to, because the body of a man was blocking the entrance, a few minutes of struggle was enough for the unconscious body to fall to the other side, leaving you to open the door completely and contemplate the man.

He had one of those mullets that were fashionable among young people, several earrings, some scars on his mouth and stains of what appeared to be vomit and blood, okay, you did not want to interfere with anyone who seemed to be a drug addict, but on second thought, it was better to help the man than to have to give statements to the police as to why there was a dead body at your door.

You dragged him home and laid him on the couch, laying him on his side so he wouldn't choke on his own vomit if he ever did, though after further scanning you decided he needed a good shower. You did not feel self-conscious in doing this job, you are of an age and you have worked in many things, among them you had a position taking care of the elderly, all kinds of care being more specific, so no, you did not feel uncomfortable having to wash this man.

You changed his clothes and put his striped suit in the wash, leaving him back on the sofa, you continued with your work, reading and quickly correcting the errors you found, the night passed quite quickly and you fell asleep once you were completely done your work, sending it to the head of the newspaper.

The next morning you woke up with a gun pointed at your temple and that man's pretty eyes staring back at you, good way to start the day indeed.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Are you young people these days so ungrateful? It was you who passed out on the doorstep of my house at two in the morning."

He lowered the gun, seeming to remember some parts of his night, he sat still a little bewildered and with his head elsewhere because of the drugs taken yesterday, he looked at you in silence now noticing his change of clothes as well as the smell of his hair, it was not the smell of his usual shampoo.

"Did you…?"

"Yes, oh, don't be ashamed, it's been a long time since I stopped being interested in that kind of thing, at a certain age the only thing one looks for is economic stability and peace of mind, are you going to stay for lunch?"

He blinked contemplating your calm form, he didn't know if he was still under the pressure of narcotics, but he didn't reject your proposal, Sanzu was anything but embarrassing, however he felt like a little boy next to you being cared for by the mother he never had.

For your part, he was not the first brat you helped, you had married friends, with grown children or adolescents who did not stop getting into small problems, you acted like the aunt who drinks wine and criticizes everyone at family gatherings, for your attitude, they found it easier to access you when they had problems they didn't want your friends ─their moms─ to know about, you always had their backs unless it was something that was detrimental to their health, then you wouldn't hesitate to call your friends to give their children a lecture, even as adults.

That same attitude was the one that made Sanzu visit you more often than he would like to admit, although most of the times he left scolded for coming home drunk or drugged, you never closed the door on him, how could you? You weren't heartless enough to leave him lying in the street when he came desperately asking for help with some of his hallucinations.

Your kindness led him to an obsession towards you, you were like his little lifeboat, his conscious part about all the madness in which he was involved, he began to watch you from afar, observing your interactions with strangers and friends, it bothered him, it bothered him that you were just as kind to others as you were to him, he wanted all your attention just for him. He was also worried about you, he had seen the worst part of the rotten world in which he lived, someone with a soft heart like you could not survive against the predators of this society.

Of course, Bonten executives were not stupid, usually most of them lived in the headquarters, they had private properties where they spent a few days or weeks, but most of the time they were in that headquarter, especially Sanzu, that's why they started to noticing his absence more and more, it's not like he had to explain himself to anyone ─except if Mikey asked him to─ but his behavior was strange, didn't he arrive drugged? It seemed like a bad joke, clothes without a bloodstain? he was definitely doing something outside their radar.

Not that the others cared much, but the Haitani brothers were a bit nosy, like gossips who want to know why their partner seems happier when he comes back in the morning after a night of 'fun'. They discussed it a couple of times with the others when Sanzu wasn't around, and they all agreed that his behavior was unusual, so they began to investigate what he did in his leisure.

This led to an ordinary person like you being watched by two executives of the largest criminal organization in the country. At first they thought that you were a whore with whom he had fallen in love, but investigating more about you, they discovered that you were a lady with an established daily life, there was nothing about you that stood out and yet you seemed so interesting.

"Sanzu please, I need to finish correcting this report, I promise you that later you can have all the hugs you want."

"No."

He tightened his grip on your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck, you were trying to do your job but Sanzu found your hugs too comforting after you once found him crying ─from being drugged─, killing people leaves obstacles in any person and as much as he loved it, certain deaths of innocent people always ended up flying over his thoughts like ghosts that tormented him from time to time.

The sound of the doorbell made you stop typing, moving the man slightly away to go to open, you were not expecting a visitor which was strange to you, Sanzu felt a chill when you opened the door, meeting the eyes of the youngest of the Haitani directly, he got up quickly without even letting you ask what those guys wanted, he pulled you back before Ran could drag you with him.

"What the fuck are you two doing here?"

"Make sure you don't have too much fun, are you so in love that you forget the meetings?"

They started a little discussion while you looked blankly, you and Rindou looked at each other in silence while the other two talked, you greeted with a brief nod, thinking they were Sanzu's coworkers.

Luckily just when the discussion was getting more heated, a 'ding' coming from the oven threw everyone off concentration, taking advantage of this you got out of the man's strong grip, walking towards the kitchen to see that the cookies you had been working on before were ready.

"There are plenty of cookies for everyone, Sanzu you can invite your friends."

"They are not my friends!"

"That's very kind of you, we'd love to meet our friend's friend."

So you ended up having lunch with the three men in an awkward silence between them, due to the tension of which you preferred not to take into account, Ran and Rindou were quite nice and understood that you were not a love interest, nor did you want it, nor did you seek it. Alarm bells of boys without a mother figure going off again, of course you caught their interest more than before, they knew your background but not your personality, and they ended up falling into that obsession towards you, as if there was something that made them gravitate towards you, was it because of your simplicity? for your kind words? They didn't know it, but they were jealous that Sanzu could snuggle up against you and they would have to keep more of their distance.

Now you had three of Bonten's executives constantly visiting your house, whether it was asking you for small favors or advice on nonsense to asking you to make them cookies or food in general, they just desperately wanted your attention, like babies crying out for their mother.

This cycle of obsession only made the others begin to suspect that they were up to something, whether it was harmful to Bonten or not, Takeomi was the first to notice, Kokonoi the same, he noticed how the brothers spent a certain amount of money, which they didn't used to do that often, followed by Kakucho, Mochizuki and lastly Mikey.

So it led you to be kidnapped by Mochi after doing enough research on you, because they didn't take much notice of it at first when the brothers first noticed. You were tied hand and foot, a blindfold was removed after consciousness returned to you, you found yourself face to face with a man with immense dark circles and eyes full of lifeless, on his right side another man with a large scar on his face, on his left side another man with a small scar on his left eye.

You felt something cold touching your temple, again you had a gun pointed at you, held by the same boy who had kidnapped you, you turned your head also noticing another man with long white hair.

"Who are you and why do you have my executives after you?"

"Executives…?" you looked at everyone carefully, connecting the dots when you saw their tattoos "Oh- so that's why they never wanted to tell me what they worked for… are you some kind of organization? Like arms smuggling, money laundering or something?"

You took the situation calmly, that your life was hanging by a thread right now was not one of your biggest concerns, you had lived a full and happy life up to now, you had no regrets, you were mature enough to understand the point at which you were, the more the years go by, the less afraid you are of the things that used to terrify you when you were young.

"GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF MY MOTHER!"

Everyone was surprised to see how Sanzu entered kicking Mochizuki so that the weapon flew out of his hands, away from you, the Haitani brothers followed closely untying you quickly while all those men had a discussion of looks, the dense silence was broken by your giggle, you were trying to control yourself as much as you could but it was impossible.

"My God, Sanzu, you just called me mom!?"

The boy's face was completely dyed in pink tones, all the attention was now focused on you while you let out a laugh at the slip that your child had, something made the hearts of others clench in pain when they heard your laugh, no matter how bad it sounded, whether it was asthmatic, uproarious, or silent laughter, it was like real music to the ears of all the executives at Bonten, including the leader. As if you had flipped a switch in the mind of their rotten minds, they now had a new interest in you, as if you had further triggered an obsession you were unaware of with the first three you met.

They began to understand why those three felt attracted to you, it was as if your mere presence was intoxicating for them, as if just listening to you or looking at you calmed their broken hearts, many alarms from boys without a mother figure, of course that was a triggering reason, all these men longed for that kind of love that they could hardly experience.

Now you had the criminal organization after you, not in a bad way, more like a bunch of men acting childishly because of your limited attention. One thing they were clear about without the need to speak, you were not going to leave their sight for a single moment from now on.

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.