It Has Been One Of My Favorite Series...just Don't Read It Again Dear Self If You Want Some Fluffs In

it has been one of my favorite series...just don't read it again dear self if you want some fluffs in ur lyf. do it when u'r in need of some tears

House of Memories Masterlist

MASTERLIST

Sano Manjiro "Mikey" x f!Reader

Genre: Childhood Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff

Status: Completed

Synopsis: In which you look back at all the memories you’ve had with Mikey.

Chapter 1

Running away from a tiny Mikey ft. Shinichiro and friends

Chapter 2

Meeting your favourite Sano ft. Baji's star printed pants

Chapter 3

Dora and Yaki ft. Annoying Draken

Chapter 4

A gang is a bad idea ft. Clingy Mikey

Chapter 5

Flowers for papa ft. Shinichiro's 13th rejection

Chapter 6

Happy Birthday Mikey ft. Shinichiro's lies

Chapter 7

Kiddie Meal Flag ft. A spying Takemicchi

Chapter 8

Baji Keisuke ft. Mama Baji's rejection

Chapter 9

Brother ft. A family reunion

Chapter 10

Together with Mikey ft. A time capsule

Chapter 11

Bonten ft. Darling little lamb

Chapter 12

Hanagaki Takemichi ft. Regrets

Chapter 13

Will you marry me? ft. Your broken promise

Bonus

Headcannons ft. Extra extra

Competition

Pre-school life ft. Michael and Edward

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roommate!sanemi [sanemi x fem!reader]

ended up being roommates out of process of elimination

no one else wanted to room with him because he's scary and yells a lot

roommate!sanemi scared away like 4 other candidates

but when you walked in and listened to him berate and complain and talk about how he didn't "need a fucking roommate", you just smiled and shrugged and threw your stuff into the empty room

and that's how you've been roommates for the better part of your university days

roommate!sanemi does the grocery shopping and no longer complains when you randomly add things he knows he didn't write down

sometimes roommate!sanemi will buy you tampons/pads if he's gotten used to your cycle and knows there's only a few left

no one makes fun of him because he's scary and afraid to be roasted by him for not caring about their partner's menstrual cycles

you noticed he started picking up your favorite snacks or juices without you having to ask

roommate!sanemi is great fucking cook. makes breakfast and leaves you a plate with a note

"eat it, brat"

after about a year

roommate!sanemi wakes up to the smell of baked goods at 2am and runs out to make sure you didnt burn the kitchen and yells at you for not being able to sleep

but really he knows it's because you get nightmares and you almost never sleep for longer than 2 hours at a time so he stays on the kitchen with you and eats all the brownies you made

roommate!sanemi complains about you making a mess in the living room after building a blanket fort only to crawl inside it and watch a movie with you.

roommate!sanemi yells at you for not finishing your assignments only to do them when you finally close your eyes so you don't fail your psychology class.

roommate!sanemi does your laundry because "you were taking too long in the kitchen and needed the washing machine" but really

because you had been cooking and cleaning this entire week and he didn't want to see you stress out more

roommate!sanemi sits on your shared balcony at 4am to watch the sunrise even if he grumbles about it being cold and too "goddamn early" to have his eyes open

roommate!sanemi wordlessly let's you cuddle with him in his bed when a nightmare is exceptionally bad

or he'll bring water and sit beside you in your room until you feel safe enough to close your eyes

roommate!sanemi let's you trace his scars when you've had a particularly rough day

as long as you don't ask where they came from. he won't tell you yet

overall, has a big soft spot for you and will cut a bitch if they fuck with you

©️ ALLYALLYGATOR 2022

protective roommate!Sanemi

shinazugawa sanemi × fem!reader

☞︎︎︎ warnings: mentions of sexual assault, fighting, scratches, bruises ☞︎︎︎ genre: angst (?), mutual pining ☞︎︎︎ au: roommate au ☞︎︎︎ third person pov

characters: shinazugawa sanemi, reader, rengoku kyojuro

⁙ your roommate sanemi takes care of you after your date attempts to sexually assault you (and threatens him because Sanemi will always be Sanemi) ⁙

She felt wobbly, legs like jelly. There were bruises already forming on her wrists, on her arms where he tried to hold her down. She could feel the bruises forming on her inner thighs from where he tried to pry them open. 

Never had she been more thankful for Sanemi’s forced self-defense training. 

She winced as she shoved her shoes off and climbed the stairs, keys pushing in the door and hip hitting it open. The lights in the living room were off and she couldn’t have been more thankful. Praying Sanemi wasn’t home, she peaked around the corner and frowned when she saw the sliver of light decorating the wooden floor of his bedroom. 

“Fuck,” she whispered. She didn’t want to deal with him right now; just wanted to take off her makeup and scrub her body in the shower. 

God, she felt so filthy. She flung the keys onto the kitchen counter and waddled her way towards their connected bathroom.

Sanemi didn’t want to admit that he was listening very intently to the sounds outside his bedroom door. He heard the front door click and stood up; heard the bathroom door click and pressed his face to his connecting door. All he heard were sniffles and hiccups, shuffling of materials in the cabinets. He heard the drop of something and the curse slipping past her lips before he tugged the door open. His eyes were quick to adjust, landing on the mascara stained cheeks.

“What the fuck happened to you?” 

To anyone else, it would have sounded like a harsh question, something that eluded to smugness – a silent ‘I told you so’ – but she knew him. She knew Sanemi better than any stranger, better than she knew herself sometimes. She knew she didn’t have to answer; she couldn’t. The minute she opened her mouth, a loud sob ripped through her throat. He grumbled, moving to lift her onto the counter and freezing when she flinched from his touch. She never flinched, and Sanemi was a brute. He yeled, screamed, threw shit around the apartment all the time, punched holes in walls but she never curled away from him. In fact, she would welcome him with open arms. He punched a hole in the wall three nights ago and she patted the couch so he would join her movie session two minutes later.

He gulped, his eyes traced the length of her arms to her wrists, frown deepening when he saw fresh handprints on her arms.  “What the fuck happened to you?” His voice quiet and low, gruff as usual but less of a bite.

“‘N-nemi,” she sniffled, but she couldn’t hide from him. She felt cornered. Sanemi’s body stood just a few inches from hers, his hands hung in the air. His fingers danced across the forming bruises on her wrists, his touch gentle, soft, almost unrecognizable. 

Sanemi was known for his short, ill temper. He was known for being crass and lacking empathy; for being the scary man with scars decorating his skin and the man who gets into fights for fun, but there’s always two sides to every coin and Sanemi’s other side was unbelievably caring. He was terrified of people leaving him, and he wasn’t very good at taking care of others but he tried, and she was always there to help him. He just hoped he could do the same at this moment. 

She moved slowly, her fingers resting on his tattered sleep shirt. He let his hands hover over her hips. “Let’s get you in the shower, yeah?” She hummed, thighs trembling as she tried to walk over to the shower. “Sit, I’ll start it for you.” She nodded. He slipped away from her, but kept a close eye, taking notice of her jitters and flinches. The bruises looked disgusting and all he wanted to do was find that son of a bitch and pummel him, but he couldn’t right now. He took in the sight of her battered – what came to be his favorite – skirt. Sanemi’s lavender eyes traced the rips and tears and he clenched his fists around the shower handle to keep from screaming. He made a mental note to buy her a new one.

He swallowed his own feelings for her down before squatting in front of her. “Do you want me to stay or should I step out and let you get in?” She didn’t say anything, just tugged his shirt twice. A silent answer to stay. She whimpered, scrunching her nose to keep the tears at bay. Sanemi kept his hands in her line of sight at all times, lifting her shirt before shrugging off her skirt and snarling when he caught sight of the bruises there. After he undressed her, he helped her into the shower, but her fingers wrapped around his wrist and her eyes widened when he went to leave. 

“Yo-you want me to get in with you?” 

He tried to remember stories Mitsuri had told him from her assault classes; how some victims would cling to someone they trusted and how some would shut everyone out. He tugged off his sleep shirt and his shorts, standing in the shower in his boxers and keeping a distance to calm his breathing before helping her get cleaned. She pressed her forehead against him, allowing him to wash her hair, letting her arms hang at her sides.

“We should go to the police tomorrow.” She didn’t say anything.

Sanemi took great care of drying her, careful of the bruises and small scratches on her hips. He applied ointment before putting her in a t-shirt of his and shorts before allowing her to stay in his room with him. All she wanted was to be surrounded by Sanemi’s scent; to stop smelling the alcohol and cigarettes that were long gone from her skin and hair. 

“I fought him off…” she whispered as she stared at the ceiling. Sanemi turned on his side, back up against the wall to avoid unwanted touching. “I thought he was a really great guy until–”

“Any guy that does this is not a great guy–” 

“I know.” She turned, looking up at him. She shimmied a little closer, giving him ample time for him to stop her. He didn’t. She pressed her face against his chest, shaking fingers tracing the scar that adorned his chest. She sighed. “You were right.”

“About what?” His arm wrapped around her frame, tracing little patterns on her shoulder. 

“I looked slutty.” His heart sank. He felt guilty when the words left his lips earlier that evening and now he felt even worse. 

“That’s not– I didn’t mean it like that.” 

"'This wouldn't have happened if you didn't wear something like this.'" She shuddered, remembering how he had torn her skirt with his hands. It was her favorite too. Sanemi tried to speak up, tried to argue that he was only joking – he didn’t mean it, but she shrugged too quickly and the words died in his throat. “Don’t leave me…” she trailed off, her breathing evened out and her body stilled against his and he soon realized she had fallen asleep listening to the thumping of his heart. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” Hand splayed out over hers before falling asleep.

She sat in the courtyard, leaning against a tree. She didn’t want to go to class today, but she promised Sanemi she’d meet him here so they could walk home together.

“Meet me in the courtyard after class,” he had said. “It’s crowded and no one will bother you.”

She sighed and looked at her watch once more before squinted at the horizon in front of her, looking for the grumpy man. He’s late. She closed her eyes once more before hearing the loud call of her name. The boisterous man was standing over her when she looked up, her body flinching involuntarily. Kyojuro’s eyes were wide and filled with concern.

“Have you seen Shinazugawa?”

“No.” The blonde frowned – he frowned. “What happened?”

“He got into a fight.”

“Another one?”

He nodded. “He’s at the infirmary.” As soon as she stood up, she wanted to lay back down. Her ribs hurt and she felt winded. Kyo’s hands hovered over her shoulders. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah, yeah.” With a flick of her wrist, she waved him off. “Let’s go.” He didn’t look convinced, but nonetheless, he walked with her slowly to the building off across a parking lot.

“I’m not sure who the guy was, but Shinazugawa said it was someone who did something terrible and that he deserved it.” She frowned as he pushed open the infirmary door. The learning nursing students brought them both to the back where they heard him before the two saw him.

“I told you I was fucking fine. Why am I still here?” He growled at one of the students before his head whipped towards the entrance. He had a scratch over his eyebrow, a bruise forming under his eye and scar, bruises forming on his jaw and arms as well. A snarl appeared on his lips. “What are you doing here?”

“Coming to see a very ill tempered patient.”

“There’s none here. Go away.”

“Are you sure? He’s got white hair, scars all over, big lavender eyes, and his bark is worse than his bite."

“What?!” The nursing student backed away slowly, Kyo chuckling before following her lead. His roommate took a seat beside the angry man, smacking his shoulder. “Hey! I’m an injured man.”

“You’re fine. You only have some bruising. What were you thinking?”

“That someone needed a good talking to.”

“Talking to?!” She shook her head. “‘Nemi, this isn’t how you talk to people.” She leaned her head against his arm. “You didn’t have to do this…”

“I had to.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft, gruff. His fingers brushed along her roots before trailing through to her ends. “I couldn’t let him get away with what he did. Not to you.” She turned her head, cheek smushed against his forearm.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “But I can’t condone you getting into fights for me.”

“Just this once.” He smiled a little, thumbing over her jaw. “Just let me protect you this once, stubborn.”

“Just this once,” she repeated, “Just this time.”

Because how could she say no to him when he was looking at her like she was his everything and more?

©️ ALLYALLYGATOR 2022

Motherly kawata big sis Reader hc

POSSIBLE MANGA SPOILERS

Ok yall picture this.

Big sis of Angry and Smiley is basically the mother of Toman. She feeds, cooks, buys necessities(and gifts) for them, and let's them stay over when ever they want as long as they have parental/guardian consent(assuming their parents care). The parents love her, the kids love her, and it becomes an unspoken rule that she needs to be protected at all cost.

Cue Mikey's brother who's down BAD for her.

Mikey's happy at the potential of being related to the woman he admires but nervous at the same

He didn't want to take sides but would definitely be mad if his brother hurt her

The twins hate him off the bat.

I'm talking that feral type of hate.

Angry definitely cried in his room when found out Shinichiro succeeded in getting your affections

They don't think shinichiro is good enough for their angel of an older sister

This doesn't stop Shinichiro from trying tho

Cue random gifts appearing everywhere

Going outside to check the mail??

BAM box of chocolates

Hear the doorbell ring??

BAM bouquet of roses and peonies

Going for a walk??

BAM a ring magically falls from a tree with your FULL name on the box.

You definitely had to give the man credit for trying so hard

In the end you accepted his date request when he just simply asked you one day at the grocery store.

Lol your brother's were not happy

Now Toman is in chaos cause if something were to happen they'd have to pick

A: Mikey

Or B: the twins

They'd pick the twins because i hc a lot of them have problems at home and you were their only saving grace and sense of normality

Shinichiro knows if he hurts you he'd have at least 30 feral ass middle schoolers on his ass. Good thing he doesn't plan on letting you go any time soon

Even with a bunch of crazy ass kids protecting you he feels like that isn't enough and ends up getting leadership over the black dragons again

Once more you become mother to a gang of delinquent

Lol your 3 bedroom house is never empty at this point. There's always either a bunch of kids inside or a bunch of adults outside.

They know better than to leave a mess tho

You may be kind and soft but man do you throw a mean punch.

Lol now you got two gangs 'protecting' you

God forbid anyone disrespects you in any way shape or form

Even worse for them if they show any sort of racism, colorism, or even texturism toward you.

Can you imagine trying to explain to police a 14 year old little boy beat the shit out of a random man for making a slick comment about your hair??

Debating on whether or not to make a full fic obviously I'm not all caught up in the Manga but I do know Shin is dead. (I left off with everyone else still alive including Baji). If I were to make a full fic I don't think I'd have Shin rejoin the black dragons

Tadaima

Chapter One

Yandere Bonten Mikey with a Time Leaper Darling, Ft. Platonic Yandere Bonten

Disclaimer: Based on the Time Leaping Series @cheesus-doodles and Time Leaper anon's scenario. I have recieved permission from both of them to use the concept. Please note that this would be very different compared to Going Home since this would tackle a much more darker aspects of Yandere Bonten Mikey.

TW: Yandere, Guilt Tripping, Age Gap, Dub-Con, Non-Con Touching

“Ah! I’m sorry!” You mumbled an apology as you bumped into yet another stranger, who just ignored you and went on his merry way. You sighed as you tried to look around the city that you were familiar with, or at least you were half an hour ago after you suddenly blacked out for a moment and woke up from your ‌short mental stupor, the kind that would daze you right till someone snaps you out of it or you snap yourself out of it. You did the latter, but instead of snapping back to your everyday reality, you snapped out into a familiar yet foreign place to you. You knew that this was Tokyo, there are the buildings that you are familiar with, roads that lead to the same places that you know very well and even people, although they aged for more than a decade are still in the exact place where they used to be, like the Obasan, who still sold Taiyaki and other Japanese sweets in her stall, still in the same familiar location that you know very well.

But it was also very different, like the new shops around the Taiyaki stall, which are very unfamiliar to you. Where were the other shops around the stall that you were used to seeing? It was impossible for the shops to change for a second after you blacked out. And also the Taiyaki stall itself, it looked so different; it looked like they had renovated it to look like the other stores around it. There were new things around the place, around both you and your surroundings. There were so many new things around you, not only the shops but also how people dressed, and people that you usually see every day while you were passing through this street were either gone or looked older than they should be. It honestly made you stunned on how everything looked familiar but at the same time very alien to you. 

“Calm down, everything will be fine, you just need to walk to your home.” You thought to yourself as you walked to the familiar road that you used to walk to with your friends after school. It's fine, everything is fine, there is nothing to worry about as long as you don't panic, just keep saying those phrases like a mantra in your mind and you would not spiral into a panic attack right there on the street, you just have to keep going, to go home, while avoiding the people around you as you kept trudging forward towards your destination.

Bile started to rise up from your throat as you finally arrived at the building where your apartment is located. It was not the building that you expected to arrive at, it looked modern and very futuristic, just like those fancy European apartments that you’ve seen in those interior designing magazines. 

“No, no, no, no…” You mindlessly mumbled to yourself as your eyes widened in disbelief, you felt your feet getting weak and wobbly as you let out a whine before finally collapsing on the ground and puking the bile that you had earlier, tears streaming down to your face as you let out the confusion and frustration that you had been persistently holding down for half an hour. As you cried your heart out, unsavory thoughts and the gravity of the situation started to sink into your mind. What should you do now? You’ve been transported to the future for some reason, this situation should’ve been impossible. Why were you in the future and who sent you here? Those kinds of thoughts swirled in your mind as you looked down on the puddle of puke that you had let out a while ago, you could see the lunch that you ate earlier with Mitsuya and Hakkai, it was less than an hour ago and right now, that lunch was probably more than a decade ago from now.

You got up from the pavement as you tried to comprehend what had happened to you right now. You were in the future, you were currently homeless, maybe already marked dead by the government, and right now you were standing outside on the streets of Tokyo during the middle of the night, as a middle schooler. You sighed in frustration as you wiped your mouth with your handkerchief - you needed to find a shelter soon; you don’t know any homeless shelter in Tokyo, If there’s any but you know a place where you could stay, at least for a while. 

Determined to survive the night, you dusted off your clothes and walked to the place you knew where you would be safe, a special place that you had always been comfortable to stay in. 

Musashi Shrine

Although the place was a semi abandoned shrine, it was still well kept and tidied up, most likely by the older people who volunteered to sweep it clean or the local groups that managed the neighborhoods. You sighed in relief for that as you walked towards the shrine and opened its door, and lo and behold, it's interior looked the same as you’ve remembered it to be, although there were some things that had been either misplaced or missing, it still had the same interior and the same furnitures that you and your friends had left in the abandoned shrine. Even though the place was very dusty and full of cobwebs, it was still a better place than the streets or a shelter that would most likely be full of people. 

You smiled in contentment, although it was abandoned, it still had the memories that you cherished from the bottom of your heart, small trinkets that you hadn’t thought about for a while that were very sentimental to you. You looked over towards the abandoned electric lamp that you once frequently used with the boys to either stay up at night watching the stars, or have a sleepover in this very shrine telling late night stories. You turned it on, hoping for it to work and thankfully, it did. You put the lamp on the floor and then closed the door and locked it, looking around the cabinet to where the futons were usually stored in case of a sleepover or an afternoon nap.

“Oh my goodness.” You thought as you pulled them out - although they weren’t as fluffy as before, they were surprisingly clean and well kept, unlike the times where you washed it every week due to how frequently the others, especially Mikey, used them. Although those memories were very fond, the same memories just made your situation much more bitter than before. 

“Okay (Y/N), tomorrow would be a new day for you, you need to get yourself together,” You said to yourself as you dusted off the floor and threw the debris out the window, putting the futons down on the now-clean floor, before placing your bag on the table and finally laying down on the futon. Tomorrow will be a new day and you need to be well rested before forming a plan to either find some way to go back to your time and go back home, or find your former friends who most likely have forgotten anything about you. That thought made your heart ache, but you shook it off. Tomorrow is a new day and would be vastly different compared to today, you would just hope for the best - either for you to be back in your own timeline or for your friends (former friends?) to believe your ridiculous situation that you somehow got yourself into. 

You turned off the lamp beside you and let the darkness take over your vision as you closed your eyes and blacked out into nothingness. You prayed that tomorrow, there would be answers or clues on why you were suddenly in the future. 

A screeching scream echoed throughout the abandoned warehouse as incoherent stutters and loud sobs filled the air. There were five men tied to separate poles, with most of them looking wary and defeated, as if pleading to get this thing over with. “I’m going to say this again shithead, who were the fuckheads that were in that part of the port when the pigs busted one of our Shibuya buildings?” A man with salmon pink hair asked the fourth man tied to the poles, but as usual, the man didn't know who he was talking about. This promptly made him back off and quickly slashed his left cheeks, an action that made the man scream in pain while the rest were either trying to get out of their restraints or chanting pleas that they are innocent. 

“Fufu, we haven’t even gotten started, so don’t scream too loud.” A man with streaked lilac hair said to the tied up fellow on the pole as he was cleaning off the tools that would help the salmon haired man to do his job. While humming a tune and getting the tools ready, the pink haired man instead walked away from the tied up group and headed towards the man sitting on the side lines, and although he wore a simple black shirt and sweatpants, he held himself in a rather distinguished manner that would make anyone feel like a lesser person. He had unnaturally pale skin and heavy eye bags under his eyes, as if he’d been lacking sleep or energy for so many years now. 

“My king, we have captured the suspected people that leaked the location to the police,” The pink haired man said as he slightly bowed while addressing him. The man who was referred to as king gave him a side glance and then promptly looked back on where his focus was earlier. It was a picture of a young girl wearing a sundress and holding a picnic basket, and although the picture’s quality had gotten terrible throughout the years of usage, it still held on after being folded and placed in various wallets or pockets.

“Sanzu.” 

The now-identified pink haired man looked up as the pale skinned man jumped down from the crates that he had been seating on earlier. “I’m getting tired of this charade, let Ran and Rindou handle the job, I wanna go back to the penthouse.” 

Sanzu nodded before looking back at the person who was putting the tools down on the table. “Oi Ran! We’ll leave this to you and Rindou, Boss wants to head back.” He shouted to the tall lilac haired man, who just replied with a nod and called for his brother from the sidelines to do their job. The two then headed out of the warehouse as the screams of the victims started to flow again throughout the building. As they left, the pale haired man then looked at Sanzu, although the man is unnerved by his dead gazed, he is also ecstatic that his king looked him in the eyes, it's rather rare for him to be this direct at anyone.

“Before we head back to the base, let’s stop by that place.” The pale skinned man then looked away as he walked towards the parked car near the abandoned warehouse. Sanzu bit his lips - he knew what he was talking about but he was rather confused by his king's request, he wouldn't disobey his orders but he knew that his king had been avoiding that place for a long time, so why now? Sanzu shook his head, his king gave him orders and he knew better than to question him or his motives for going to that place. He quickly followed his king to the car, after all, he had an order to follow. 

Sano Manjiro never thought in his whole life that he would end up this way. He thought that when he grew up, he would still have his friends and family by his side. Mikey knew that he wouldn’t be the best at studying or doing school work in general so early on in life, the prospect of college and any other professional careers had been thrown away. In the future, he would either be the one that continued the Sano Dojo or go along with Draken and join the motorshop business. 

He would imagine that after work, he and his friends would go out for drinks as they talked about the past, reminisced on their gang days together before going back to their homes, him going back along with Draken to their home where they would either be scolded by their grandpa or Emma, who would most likely be married to Draken and have a child on the way. 

While they were being scolded by Emma or his grandpa, you would suddenly announce that the food was ready, and they would get off scot free quickly because it was dinner time. You were there with him, living together with his family, him confessing to you during highschool and you accepting his proposal and would stay together as lovers ever since. That was the future that he envisioned when he was younger, and although it was pretty average and mundane, not the future that any of his peers in the gang community would have expected him to have, but to him, that was the future that he dreamt of. That dream had been shattered a long time ago, with him having nothing to show but this twisted and sick future that he himself had created. 

Everything had gone through the drain ever since you suddenly disappeared - he thought that some of the gangs that had bad blood with him had kidnapped you, so he mobilized every member of the gang to look out for your location, beating up every rival gang members that he had even an inkling of suspicion that may know your whereabouts. But in the end, all he received was nothing: no clues, no leads and not a single trace of where you were. It made him spiral more into a deeper abyss of darkness and impulses that led him from one bad decision to a worse one that led him to be in this situation.

Was it a position that many would want to be in? 

Debatable.

But was it filled with luxury?

Oh, certainly.

Was this the one that he wanted to have? 

Absolutely not in the slightest.

He would often think of how you would react if you found out what he landed himself in. Would you be distraught? Concerned for his well being? Disgusted at how he became like this? Those thoughts always swirled in his mind when he thought of you or the days that you’re with him, before your sudden disappearance. There’s that meager longing in his mind that one day you would come back and either him proding you for information, angry on why you had left him, or just hugging you, being grateful that you finally came back to him. But he knew those fanciful pipe dreams would just hinder him on his way and would just crush him furthermore into the abyss, so he did the same thing that he always did to other wishful ideas that he has, crushing it immediately. 

He often wondered why he could not just end it right here, right now. After all nobody could stop him: his close friends had not contacted him due to his actions, his underlings would certainly not dare to try and stop him doing whatever he wanted, and you weren’t even there to try to stop him. So what's blocking him from doing the deed and just ending it all? Maybe it was the fact that he was scared of death, or he still had that pitiful hope that you would come back to him and he was scared that he would not be there when that happens. 

While Mikey was trapped in his own mind, Sanzu looked at the rear view mirror, looking at his king. He wanted to tell him that they’re near that place but he didn’t want to interrupt his king’s train of thoughts - most likely, thoughts that are involved with you. Sanzu then looked back at the road. He decided that he would just keep quiet until they arrived at their destination.

Musashi Shrine

It still looked the same, just as Mikey remembered it, the long stone stairways that lead into the torii entrance of the shrine. The same thing could apply on the shrine and its surroundings, it was still the same, although there was new vegetation on the surrounding forest and the shrine hadn't gotten any sort of maintenance other than its cleanliness, thus making the shrine look a little bit more decrepit than he remembered. But it still didn’t stop him from approaching the shrine just to sit on its wooden floors like the old days, where he would either look over his gang or he would spend time with his friends and do the things other normal teenagers do in that age, goofing off and bonding with each other. This place held a lot of fond memories that made him smile as he looked around the area. The place really didn’t change at all, from the exterior to the foliage - it was just like he was back to the time when he was actually happy, when he was with you.

He walked closer to the wooden shrine, wanting to sit on its floors, but while walking, he noticed that there was something off about it. He walked closer as he analyzed the building; although it looked the same, there was a nagging feeling in his gut, but he didn't know what it was. But as he drew closer towards the shrine, he finally noticed it. The door was left slightly opened; one of the caretakers might have carelessly left it opened. Mikey let out an annoyed grunt as he walked towards the door of the shrine, but just as he was about to close it, he noticed someone was inside the shrine. Out of curiosity, Mikey opened the door, revealing the interior of the shrine where they used to have a sleepover or just a place to stay for the night.  

Mikey’s eyes widened as he saw who was the person that was inside the shrine.

It couldn't be.

It can’t be.

Mikey carefully walks down and crouches to the person who is sleeping on the old futons that he used to sleep in. hands trembling as he can’t believe what he was seeing, he rubbed his eyes, trying to see if this is just one of his hallucinations again due to fatigue but instead of the person going away, they’re still in there. 

As he crouches down to observe your sleeping form, his eyes attentively look into your stature, you are still wearing the same outfit that he last saw you wearing and you still have that hair clip that he gifted to you on your birthday. Which you have been wearing everyday ever since. Tears started to form in his eyes as he looked down on you. 

“Its you,” Mikey murmured as he brushed your cheeks, tears flowing down on his bony cheeks 

“I’ve finally found you,” He murmured as he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead, while you peacefully slept on the futon, blissfully unaware of the situation that you were in right now. 

You let out a groan as you felt yourself waking from a deep slumber, and as your consciousness started to come back, your eyes widened as you felt someone hugging you from behind, while laying on one of the softest beds that you have ever laid on. Sweat started to form on your palms as you looked around your surroundings, assessing your current situation. The room was very luxurious, with high ceilings and glass windows that overlooked the whole of Tokyo City, and with a massive flat screen tv, the room looked like it belonged to some billionaire. You could only wonder how expensive the room was, with its opulent decoration. 

You then look back to the man who was hugging you from behind, even though he was bony in structure, his grip on you was very strong, feeling his hold on your waist slowly crushing your stomach. You let out a silent gasp of surprise when you felt him move one of his hands, crawling into your upper stomach just under your breast. It made you blush in embarrassment when you felt his thin long fingers pressing down on your belly. 

“Where am I?” You thought to yourself as you laid there in bed, keeping as steady as possible as not to wake up the stranger that was hugging your back. Had you been kidnapped? Had you been trafficked by someone? Those thoughts swirled in your mind as you observed the room that you were being held in - whoever it was was obviously very powerful and important. You knew that not many rich people could afford prime real estate in Tokyo, let alone a penthouse that overlooked the whole city.  As your brain went into overdrive and you, getting increasingly panicked at your situation, your captor, much to your surprise, let out a low gumble from behind you.

“Don’t move too much, (Y/N)-chin.  It's still 4 am in the morning, go back to sleep.” 

Your eyes widened when you heard your captor’s voice. Although it sounded much more mature and huskier, you could always identify that voice. After all, who wouldn’t recognize the voice of the person you had been friends with since your childhood?

“M-Mikey?” You stuttered, looking back at the skinny man you greatly feared earlier. Your eyes widened as you took in his condition. He looked like a walking skeleton, with unnaturally pale skin, hollowed cheekbones and dark puffy eye bags that could only be seen in insomniacs. Your lips quivered as you got up, wanting to know the extent of his well being. What happened in the future that made him like this? The Mikey you knew was energetic and full of life, and it greatly stupefied you as to how he became like this. He looked so grim and despondent, as if he had been suffering for a very long time.

You placed your hands on one of his palms, gently holding it as you looked him in the eyes, concern and worry reflecting in your orbs. 

“Mikey, what happened?” You whispered as he looked down, his dark blank eyes refusing to meet your gaze. In response, you gripped his palm tighter, wanting him to answer your question. As he felt your grip, he suddenly faced you again, but this time, with a sad weary smile, an expression that you never seen him make in his entire life. 

“You suddenly disappeared, (Y/N). My gang and I searched for you everywhere and even involved the police in searching for you and you were still gone. Things started to happen and…” he trailed off as he broke his gaze again. 

Your mouth quivered at his expression - it greatly hurt you inside as he slowly reached out to you and pulled you into a hug. You reciprocated his action as you felt him slowly burying his face into the crook of your neck as he hugged you tightly, as if you were going to disappear any time. You let out a soothing hum as you gently comforted him, wanting him to know that you weren’t going anywhere. As the two of you hugged each other on the bed, you suddenly felt tears leaking from his eyes. You let out a sad smile and hugged him tighter. “It’s alright Mikey, let it out.”

You felt him freeze for a moment before he let out a whine and started to cry uncontrollably, letting all the pent up feelings that he had been keeping within himself for so long, hitching sobs as the two of you comforted each other. As he was sobbing, small droplets of tears also started to form on your tear ducts, the future- the future had been terrible for him hadn’t it? It defeated one of the strongest men you knew in just a decade, and it made you fear that if the future did this to Mikey, what of your other friends? Did they meet similar fates as well? Or had they moved on and found greener pastures in life? You hoped to yourself that they chose the latter. As much as you wanted them to miss you, you also loved them as much and wanted them to have a better life even without you in the picture. You don’t want them to be burdened with guilt that wasn’t their fault. 

As time passed by, the two of you started to sink back into the soft bed underneath, though neither wanted to release the other from the hug. As you laid there in bed, you smiled at Mikey, who’s eyelids were now starting to flutter, comfortable enough that sleep started to once again take over his consciousness. 

“Cute,” you thought to yourself as you observed him trying to fight it with no avail, as if the stubborn Mikey that you knew very well started to come back. You let out a giggle before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, making his sleepy eyes widened in surprise. “It's okay Mikey, I’m here, I’m not going anywhere,” you murmured as you patted his now-silky hair, just like you used to when he was the leader of Toman. You felt his grip on you getting tighter as he buried his head into your chest, you smiled as his antics and closed your eyes as you started to fall asleep. You reminded yourself that you would cook breakfast for Mikey this morning - he looked so skinny, and you knew that he hadn't eaten properly in years.  Time passed by as your thoughts started to dwindle, and you felt your eyes getting heavier before once again, sleep had overtaken your consciousness. 

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt the morning sun shine on your face, waking you up. “Uhg,” you groaned as you looked away from the blinding sunlight invading half of the spacious room. As you started to wake from your deep slumber, memories from the previous hour started to return to you, your eyes widening in realization as you looked down on the sleeping form of Mikey, who was now relaxed and in a deep state of slumber. You smiled at his relaxed expression as you carefully freed yourself from his grip. It made you feel guilty that you would leave him in such a state but you needed to cook something before he woke up. 

“Mikey, I’m going to cook breakfast okay?” You said to him even though he was asleep, and you gave him a quick peck on his forehead before getting up and walking to the door that opened to the rest of the penthouse. Silently closing the door behind you and heading out to find the kitchen, your eyes looked around as you walked, widening at just how luxurious the penthouse was - the place made you feel small just by walking down its marbled hallways. 

As you were able to finally spot the staircase that most likely led down into the kitchen, you hurried your footsteps, eager to start to cook breakfast as quickly as possible. You stop walking as you touched the staircase railings, which overlook the rest of the penthouse and had a better view of Tokyo down below. “What kind of job does Mikey have?” You thought to yourself as you walked down the stairs and was able to spot the ginormous kitchen that this penthouse has. You quickly walked down to that kitchen, wanting to start the cooking process as fast as possible. You opened the ginormous pantry, filled to brim with ingredients that you needed to make a simple Japanese breakfast, and as you scoop the rice from the rice bag, you smiled to yourself - hopefully Mikey would be able to eat properly this time around. After all, he once ate all of the food that you have made for him and the rest of your friends. 

Mikey’s eyes slowly opened as he woke up from what felt like a blissful dream, one that he hasn't had for almost a decade. In that dream, you came back to him, him finding you inside Musashi Shrine as if the entities that he desperately prayed to during his teenage years finally giving him what he wanted: to be with you. Placing you inside the shrine, as if a gift for him to find. And after that, you wake up in his arms and comfort him, finally freeing him of the years of pain and loneliness, silencing the dark impulses that swirled in his mind. He bitterly smiled at the thought and looked at his hand. 

“Those drugs were stronger than before,” he thought to himself, reluctantly getting up on his bed to go back downstairs, either to look at the paperwork that Kokonoi had for him, or grab a quick snack from the fridge - probably the frozen Taiyaki that he usually consumed in the morning. But as he walked down the marbled hallway, he stopped at the smell of something cooking, and as he sniffed the smell wafting most likely from the kitchen below, he recognized that smell - even if it had been more than a decade, he knew very well the dish being cooked. His eyes widened in recognition and he quickly sprinted down the hallway and the staircase. Looking down, he noticed someone cooking, and he certainly knew who it was. He swiftly walked down the stairs and ran to the kitchen, where you were cooking breakfast. 

You hummed the same tune that you always sang every time you were cooking - it was a tune that your mother had sung when you were still learning how to cook from her, you remembered, looking down at the miso soup in the pot. “Looks like it's done,” You thought as you turned off the stove and looked back at the rice cooker - that took a long time for you to figure out since it has so many new unknown functions. Opening the lid to find a soft and fluffy cooked rice, you smiled at the result before quickly looking around in the cabinets to find the plates and utensils. As you were placing the food onto the plate, you heard sudden frantic steps coming from the staircase, but you only smiled as you gripped the plates and walked to the dining table. “Mikey, you’re just in time for breakfast!” You said as you looked back at the frantic man, who still couldn't believe what he was seeing right now. Although his expression was amusing, it made you crestfallen because you knew the reason why he was like that. 

“You looked so scrawny Mikey, I made you some breakfast, I hope you’ll like it,” You said to him as you placed the plates on the table: pan seared salmon and rice, with miso and a vegetable side dish, the same breakfast items that you always cooked for him every morning, that he use to take for granted before your disappearance. He nodded obediently as he silently sat down on the dining chair, which made you glad - this was one of the first steps on his recovery, and you would try your best to make sure that things were going to be better for him day by day. While he sat on the dining chair, you quickly head back into the kitchen to fetch some glasses and a pitcher of water, before joining Mikey at the dining table to eat. And to your expectation, he hadn’t yet touched the steaming hot breakfast, as if waiting for you to eat with him. 

Although it made you much more sympathetic to his condition, it also made you determined that no matter what the cost, you were going to help him recover. As you started to eat your breakfast, you looked at Mikey, who just stared at the food right in front of him, making you curious. Tilting your head, you wondered what could possibly be bothering him. “Is there something wrong?” You asked the white-haired man in front of you, who nodded his head. 

“What is it then?” You smiled, wanting to know what was bothering him during breakfast. 

He shyly looked up. “Can you please spoon-feed me (Y/N)?” 

You froze for a second before recovering - you should have expected this happening to begin with. During your younger years, even when Toman was just an infant Tokyo gang, Mikey had always demanded you sit in his lap and spoon-feed him any food, whether it was the food that you cooked or those from the stores. You playfully smiled, adding, “Would you also like me to sit on your lap?” 

Though this made Mikey promptly freeze before frantically nodding like a child, taking you back to how he used to act. 

You got up and walked to his side of the table and slowly sat on Mikey’s lap, to your surprise, his lap is much softer compared to his body. You then gently pick up both the spoon and the plate and scoop out the rice and salmon together, you blow air a little bit on it to cool it down and then carefully place the spoon full of food near Mikey’s mouth.

 “Say ah~” 

Mikey obediently opened his mouth as you spoon fed him the breakfast that you had made. “Well, is it delicious?” You asked as Mikey gulped down the food, smiling and nodding to your question which made you giggle. You’ve repeated the process throughout the duration of the whole feeding, albeit a bit uncomfortable due to the slight bump on Mikey’s lap - it was soft, which meant that it wasn’t likely to be a belt buckle, but you shrugged off the feeling. Probably a crumple from your skirt or the cloth of his pants. As he finally polished off the vegetable side dish, you gave him a wide smile, happy that Mikey was taking his first step towards recovery. 

“Mikey, don’t forget your water,” You said as you placed the cold glass in his hand, which he then drank and placed back on the table. Seeing that he was done eating, you made to get up from his lap, looking to eat your own cold breakfast, yet before you could stand, Mikey instead pulled you back into his lap, placing you on the exact location where his bulge could brush to your panties, making you blush for reasons beyond you. 

“Mi-Mikey, why did you do that?” you exclaimed to your friend, surprise by his action

“Mikey!” You called him out again, lightly slapping his shoulder. 

“Imma feed you myself,” You heard him grumble in response as he hugged your waist. Sighing in defeat, you had almost forgotten his stubbornness when it came to certain things. Just because he was so sensitive earlier this morning didn’t mean his other behaviors were suddenly gone just like that. You gave him the look that you usually used when you gave in to his childish demands, before relaxing back on his chest. Clearing out the used dishes on the side and placing the ones that still had food in it, Mikey then mirrored your earlier actions. Sometimes, there were just some things that you had to do for the people you care about. 

After breakfast, he still refused to let go of you, not as you washed the dishes in the sink, and not even right now as you two were watching movies in the movie room - you didn’t even know there was a room specifically for watching movies. While watching, you couldn’t help but feel flustered as you felt Mikey stroking and pressing up against your thigh; his actions made you strangely flustered and even a little bit embarrassed. Although you were used to his physical affections, his actions now felt weird to you, his actions made you feel odd for some reason. But you ignored it and instead tried your best to focus on the movie, which involved a group of superheroes in New York saving the day.

As the movie showed the group encountering the villain in some public place, you felt Mikey’s hand slowly reach to the upper part of your thigh. You gasp, feeling his hand slowly crawling inside of your skirt, but before he went any further, his phone suddenly rang, stopping his actions. You let out a huge sigh of relief as he got up from the bed that the two of you had been lying on to talk to the person on the phone, albeit in an annoyed and reluctant manner. As he was talking to the unknown caller, you refocused on the movie, which now had your full attention instead of having to split it with Mikey’s wandering hands. The movie passes with a blur while Mikey talked on his phone, and after a while had passed, you heard him end the call and crawl back into the bed, though this time instead of hugging you in the back like before, he seemed to have changed his mind and instead hugged you from the front, his face burying into your chest as he hugged you tightly. Although it was an improvement from before, you still couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable as he pressed his face into your breast, making you flustered like a tomato. You still chose to ignore his actions, and returned to watching the movie. 

Mikey has a crush

What mikey would be like if he had a crush

mikey x reader

Okay hear me out. Mikey is pretty clueless when it comes to alot.

Hes so smart, but.. Please come onn..

He and Draken were hanging out with you, at Mikey’s place. Mikey kept taking side glances.

Draken nudged Mikey which snapped him out of his gaze

Mikey was giving Draken the 🥺 face and pouted some.

“DRAKEN DRAKEN COME HERE OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FUNNY”

Mikey of course was curious and felt a ping in his chest that you called for Draken over him

“Oh my god look at this. It’s so funny please” you shoved your phone into his hand, holding your stomach from laughing so hard. A laugh left Drakens lips before handing it back to you.

“Oh shit hold on I’m getting a call from Kazu.” You stepped outside, again another ping to his chest “you like her Mikey. Have you really not noticed yet?” Mikey did a double take at Draken, face heating up as the realization slapped him in the face.

Mikey stood up quickly, slipped in his flip flops and went outside to see you laughing on the phone with Kazutora. Pouting more than before, he came up next to you, wrapping his arms around your torso. He laid his head in your shoulder as you carded your fingers through his hair. “I- okay yes Kazu, I’ll be sure to do that. Hmm.. yeah! Okay. Tell Chifuyu I said hi as well… sure. Okay bye bye!” You turned your attention to Mikey.

“You okay Mikey?” He nods before looking up at you. A small smile on your lips before kissing his forehead. “Come on, let’s go lay down yah?” He nods and grabbed your hand. You looked back at him with a smile, he couldn’t stop his movements. He stopped you, pulled you by your arm to his chest. A hand slipped up your neck, your hands resting against his chest. His eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. You grabbed the fabric of his shirt gently before he placed his lips against yours.

Draken seeing the moment unfold from the window of his bedroom with a smile on his face as he took some photos and sent it to the group chat. The caption ‘our baby finally made the move’

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