DUDE WHAT THE FUCK WITH THE NEMO CAST ITS LITERALLY THEM

DUDE WHAT THE FUCK WITH THE NEMO CAST ITS LITERALLY THEM

‼️ IT’S THE BLACK DRAGONS FOUNDING MEMBERS ‼️

fuck i love feeling like shit🤌

[ 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 ] — 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈

mitsuya’s head falls to your shoulder, making you chuckle as you run your fingers through his short strands, a soft kiss finding its way to his temple where you know the tattoo he hides lies under his hair. and he can feel you trace the edges of the inked mark on his skin perfectly—too perfectly.

mitsuya knows you know the curves of his tattoo better than anyone, he knows you’ve lied awake in the middle of the night to learn every loop and every slant of the design. and sometimes, on nights he craves your heart especially, he pretends it was always him, but he knows it wasn’t his tattoo that you traced.

it’s never him, he’s never been the one you’ve wanted, but he pretends. because pretending is the only thing he can do—he can pretend the soft kisses you press to his jaw are ones you leave with him on your mind, he can pretend the small hearts you trace into his bare chest are meant for the both of you, he can pretend that the softness of your gaze as you stare into his eyes are softened only for him, and he can pretend that the i love you’s you mumble in your sleep are for him in your dreams to hear.

but he knows better, deep down.

his tattoo reminds you of someone else’s, and he can try as hard as can to fill the gap in your heart, but mitsuya will never be draken, and his heart hurts, it aches so bad, sometimes he doesn’t know how he’ll last through the night.

he doesn’t know how to be enough, how to give you what you want, how to be the one you think of first thing you wake up and last thing before you go to bed. and sometimes, when the tears hit his pillow case, and he wipes them off his cheeks with the pad of his thumb, mitsuya pretends its your thumb grazing his skin, showing him the gentleness he craves from you.

“hey, takashi,” you murmur, yawning sleepily as you pull the blanket higher up your bodies. mitsuya hums, looking up at you hopefully.

perhaps tonight, you’ll finally see him for him.

“yeah, baby?” he whispers, staring up at you. your fingers runs over the head of the dragon on his temple, and a small part of his heart withers away.

“i think you should show off your tattoo again,” you say softly, looking out the window and staring at the moon. the soft light gleams over your skin, and mitsuya’s dreamt of seeing you in this light—so many times, a million times over—but no matter how close he is to grasping his dreams and making them his, they’re out of reach once more. “you’d look so handsome.”

he nods slowly, resting his cheek onto your chest as a wobbly smile pulls on his lips, his hand fisting your shirt as he feels you peck his forehead lightly.

he wishes he was worth your love, that the waves of devotion from the sear of your kiss speak his name—but they don’t. and he could never hate you, or his friend. he can only hate himself for never being enough.

“yeah?” he lets out a watery chuckle, though he knows you can’t tell there’s a silent stream of tears rolling down his cheek. “you think so?”

“yeah,” you whisper. “i love your tattoo, you know. it’s suits you.”

“me? it suits me?” he closes his eyes when you rub his back gently, and a part of him thinks it’s so cruel, so incredibly heartless that you offer him his dreams to him, that you play into his fantasies and give him the affection and the intimacy he craves, yet don’t ever mean it. but another part of him can’t run away, can’t even think to walk past this.

because even if he’s not yours, you’re his, and he’ll take that over nothing. it hurts even worse to have nothing.

“yeah,” you smile softly. “it suits you really well, ‘kashi.”

“oh, okay,” mitsuya nods. “i’ll…i’ll shave the sides for you then. i love you,” he breathes, sinking nto your embrace and trying to find home in your warmth. “i love you so much it hurts.”

“i love you too,” you whisper, pressing one more kiss where his tattoo lies.

and as he tries to find home in you, mitsuya finds it’s already been made home for someone else, and he’s simply an outsider looking in.

reposting bc the first time wasn’t in the tags

this was @/takeomiscig’s idea so don’t get mad at me okay it’s ris’s fault

JSKDKKAJDJ i love him so muchhhh aaaAAAAJFKDN this is so comforting idk how to explain😭😭😭😭😭

[ 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐘 ] — 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

another college au! (kind of) but it’s more ‘boy next door’ tbh

sano manjiro is the cute little boy next door, brother of the equally as cute, but much closer to your age, sano shinichiro.

and shinichiro’s perfect. he’s sweet, and kind, and oh so handsome. he spends his saturday afternoons in front of his house working on his bike—and if you’re lucky, you’ll catch him take his shirt off when it gets too hot. and most importantly, he offers you a charming, yet somehow sweet and shy, apologetic smile each time his little brother comes to bug you for snacks as you come home with your weekly groceries.

“y/n, y/n!” the small blonde child runs up to you as fast as his little legs can carry him. grinning, you wave at him as he stops in front of you, eyes hopeful as he stares up at yours.

“hiya, mike,” you chuckle, reaching over to ruffle his hair.

“did you bring any snacks?” shaking your head in amusement, you reach into your bag, pulling out a few things you’d picked up for your younger neighbors—ones you’ve all but adopted as your own at this point.

“you better share with your siblings. emma says last time you had everything on your own,” you raise a brow, staring at him knowingly as he shuffles on his feet, not meeting your gaze.

“that’s not true,” he pouts. “i gave her some,” he claims. he shrivels at the soft glare you give him.

“by some, i hope you don’t mean crumbs,” you reach over and pinch his nose, watching with a smile as he scrunches it up. your younger neighbors have each taken a liking to you—izana often joining you for evening walks, emma finding interest in helping you tend to the small garden in your backyard, but mikey—it seems mikey’s the most attached to you. it’s not often you leave your front door without seeing his cheery face in the distance, waving at you excitedly.

in an instant, he’s latched onto your hand with his own, following you to your front door. “guess what i did today at school? there were these huge kids blocking my way, and i—”

“mikey, get back over here and quit bugging y/n!” mikey cringes at the harsh sound of his oldest brother’s voice, gripping your hand tighter as he shuffles to hide behind your legs.

“don’t let him take me, y/n!” he whines, fisting your shirt. watching as your tall—and very attractive neighbor marches up to you, you try to ignore the rapid beating of your heart in your chest, quickly straightening your back and fixing your posture.

“mikey, how many times have i told you not to—”

“but y/n loves me! tell him, y/n,” the young child pokes your side. “tell him you love me. i’m y/n’s favorite,” he huffs.

“you’re y/n’s nightmare is what you are,” shinichiro grumbles, glaring down at the boy.

“well, y/n likes me more than they like you,” mikey snickers, pointing to himself in pride. “i’m not afraid to actually talk to y/n.” you watch as shinichiro offers his brother a warning glance, only to morph his face into an expression of horror at the young boy’s next words. “that’s why you’ll never land a date, you know.”

the color drains from shinichiro’s face.

“mikey, you little—” the eldest of your neighbors stops when he hears a soft chuckle erupt from your lips, glancing at you with an embarrassed face as blush rises to the tips of his ears. “he…he’s just a little trouble maker,” he chuckles nervously at you. “don’t pay any mind to things he says—”

“you know,” you say thoughtfully, cutting shinichiro off. “he makes a pretty solid argument. you don’t ever talk to me,” you tease.

“oh…uh….” he trails off, unsure of what to say. “well, that’s because…well, you know? you’re busy, and i’m busy…and we’re just…busy. yeah,” he rambles quietly. you hear a quiet snort come from behind you, and shinichiro casts a harsh glare at the small peek of blonde hair that pops out from the side of your figure.

“are you always this busy? cause then that date mikey mentioned might just have to be up for grabs for other people.” you’ve had a crush on sano shinichiro since grade school, and now, even as you see him around on campus, the golden boy and dreamboat that seems so out of reach, you can’t seem to shake the grip he has on your heart.

but maybe, just maybe, you don’t have to.

“i think i can squeeze in some time for you,” he mumbles quietly, and your faces are suddenly a lot closer to each other than they were a few moments ago. his nose just barely brushes against yours.

“really? don’t wanna keep a busy guy like you occupied,” you tease, and he chuckles quietly, the sound soft and smooth—you want to hear it ring in your ears every day.

“i think i’ll be fine,” he hums. and just as your faces lean in a little closer—

“y/n,” mikey whines. “this is gross, i wanna tell you the story i was talking about,” he tugs on your shirt, making you pull back from shinichiro’s face abruptly. you watch as the latter groans, giving his little brother the dirtiest look he can muster as you sigh, turning to mikey.

“yes, i’m sorry, mike. go ahead, tell me all about it,” you ruffle his hair.

and even if your moment’s been interrupted, shinichiro doesn’t think he minds all that much as he watches you babble along with his little brother, a soft smile on his face as you reach over and pinch the small boy’s cheek. he can certainly get used to this.

totally

manga tokyo revengers by ken wakui (2017)

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