Touch Me, Please.

Touch me, please.

└ Pairing. Bonten!Manjiro Sano.

└ Summary. Touch starved Bonten Mikey who has the biggest crush on the softest baker girl.

└ Word count. 2.6K.

└ Warnings. Cursing, slight violence, mention of killing.

└ Note. I tried with everything I got to do it as much as the requester wanted but since it was too detailed I kind of got lost. I’m sorry.

Request.

Mikey has always had people that fought for him, even if he’s more than capable to do so himself. Being the leader of Bonten is no different with this, aside from the fact that now they’re a Yakuza level gang, which means they don’t indulge in silly fights. Not when Sanzu likes to use weapons so much, and Mikey lets him every time.

But, today he wanted to test something, he wants to see if he can still get the same adrenaline by fighting that he used to get when he was a child. That’s why he decided to fight a bunch of his members at the same time, with the condition that they could go all out on him without the threat of being kicked out of the gang. His executives couldn’t get into the fight either.

After getting punched and punching for a whole hour, Kakucho stopped the fight, not caring about the repercussions of going against his leader. Sanzu, worried too, helps Kakucho to stop the brawl their childish leader had initiated.

“Y’all are fired.” Mikey says with a chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk.” Kakucho grunts, tired of being the only mature one.

Mikey stops in his tracks when a sweet smell gets into his nostrils. He closes his eyes and smiles.

“I wanna eat that. Now.” He says in his usual cold tone.

With the help of his members, he walks till he finds the bakery and without thinking twice he enters, forgetting he’s all bloody. The small number of people that were there jumped out of their seats and out of the small shop. After a couple seconds you come from the back.

He stops walking, watching you expressionless. Truth is, he’s starstruck, you were here all this time? Was this bakery here all the time? Did he miss the opportunity of seeing this angel because of his laziness and making Sanzu drive him everywhere? Oh damn.

“Two muffins and three chocolate chips to… go.” Your voice gets smaller when you see around and note that it is empty, you raise your eyebrows, already used to this. “And it happens again.”

“We’ll take the order.” Mikey says out of nowhere because fucking hell, the disappointment in your face is making him feel things.

You look at him with a smile and then your smile drops, he sighs, knowing that you’re about to tell him to get the hell out of your shop with his murderer and dirty hands.

“Oh my God! Sir? Sir you’re bleeding!” You run to him. Kakucho and Sanzu, knowing that it’s almost impossible for you to be a threat to their leader since you don’t even seem to know who he is, let you get closer. “Come! come! Let me clean you up!”

Mikey nods, letting you take his hand and drag him to a table in a corner, you run behind the counter and come back with a first aid kit, then you take a chair and sit in front of him, between his legs, close.

“Wait outside.” He murmurs and just like that, he’s alone with you.

“I-I… Did you got jumped? Did you see their faces? You want to call the police?” You murmur with a worried face and start to get the things to clean the blood. He smiles.

“Yes, I got jumped. Yes, I saw their faces. No, I can’t call the police.” He answers you and you nod. He doesn’t make any face or sounds when you start to rub alcohol on his cuts.

“Oh, you started it then?” You ask him. “You can alway not answer if you don’t—,”

“Yes, I started it.” He murmurs, and you nod again.

“But, still, fighting in a group with one person is not right.” You shake your head. You take his face in your hands and he closes his eyes, enjoying the touch. “Look at me and follow my finger, please.”

When he does and you check that he’s okay you stand up and go to the back of the shop again, when you come back you have a shirt in your hand. You look at your feet.

“Mhm, my shop hasn’t been open for that long but I made some shirts with the logo so my partner could wear them… we took different paths so I have some.” You explain to him. “I think this one would fit you. You can change in my office.”

He looks at you for a couple seconds before giving you a smirk. He takes the shirt and walks where you showed him. When he comes back, more decent now, you are behind the counter humming a melody while preparing several cups of coffee. He sits at one of the chairs and you slide him a plate with the muffins and the cookies from before.

“They’re still fresh.” You tell him and then point to two of the cups. “Those are for your friends that helped you come here, can you call them?”

“Sanzu!” He shouts, not too loud since he knows Sanzu is just behind the door. When the pink haired guy shows his face Mikey nods. “C’mere with Kakucho.”

“Here, gentlemen.” You say softly, giving each man their cup. They take it, surprised. “The house is inviting.”

“You really don’t know who we are, do you?” Sanzu smirks and Kakucho pinches his side.

“Let’s wait outside.” Kakucho mumbles and bows to you. “Thank you, miss.”

After they are outside you look at the man still sitting at one of your chairs.

“Uhm, are you like an important person or something? I feel kind of dumb for not being able to recognize you.” You confess to him but he just shakes his head while chuckling.

“It’s not an obligation to know who I am, he just can’t keep his mouth shut about us.” You nod. “Name’s Mikey, I’m the leader of Bonten.”

You look at him expressionless and all he could think of is how long would it take for you to throw at his face the coffee you’re holding.

“Bonten as in… the gang? The big dangerous gang?” You ask in disbelief and he just nods slowly. “Oh.”

He tilts his head to the side, waiting. Suddenly you shake your head softly and give him your hand to shake.

“I’m sorry, I got distracted at the news, name’s Y/N, nice to meet you, Mikey.” You say and he takes your hand and leans to kiss it.

“You’re not scared.” He says, a confirmation, not a question.

“I am, but I can’t stop thinking at the fact that I didn’t recognize you or your frien… they work for you, right?” He nods and you groan. “My God, I live under a rock.”

“You’re… like fresh air.” He says in a low tone and you smile.

“You’re here already, I can’t do anything about it.” You shrug and bend down to look for something on the bunch of desserts that were on display.

“Do you want me to get out?” He asks you, you hum in disapproval.

“No, why would I want that? At least you haven’t left my desserts there like it’s a plague.” He frowns at that.

“What do you mean?” He gets comfy on the chair, drinking the coffee you made for him. “I’m falling in love with everything I’m trying.”

“People tend to come and order something but then make a big scene, talking about me getting the order wrong, and I had no choice but to make the “right” order, I’ve been losing money.” You say. “And in the first week my ex came making some drama so right from the start I don’t have a good image for clients.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll work on that, yeah?” He gives you a small smile and you give him a big one. You give him your hand to shake again and he can’t help but to be pleased at the fact that apparently you like skinship.

“So, friends, Mikey?” You tell him happily.

“Call me Manjiro, and yes… friends.” For now he wants to say but doesn’t dare to do it.

A whole month has passed and he confirmed his suspicions long ago; you adore skinship, your love language must definitely be touching. After the day he met you, he comes every day to your shop and every single time you walk around the counter just to give him a friendly hug. At first, he was kind of stiff, not remembering what it felt like to be touched so genuinely, but later he couldn’t stop himself from surrounding you with his arms and tightening his grip softly.

After that day you’re happier, the reason? You have more clients!! What he doesn’t tell you? Those are his men, business partners, girlfriends of his men. He made sure everybody knew where you’re located.

“Come! Come!” You drag him to the back of the store. “You need to try this.”

“What is it, love?” He asks you in a relaxed tone.

“Red velvet cake, I have been learning how to make it but I’m not that confident to put it on display…” You say shyly, he hums while caressing your back.

You take some with a fork and feed him, he closes his eyes and groans.

“This is so good…” He tells you and you jump excitedly.

“Yaay! Finally I got it right!” You were doing a happy dance while he was watching you with a love-drunk face.

“I like you.” He says out of nowhere and you stop dancing. You laugh.

“I know.” You whisper when he puts a hand on your waist and pulls you to his chest. You put your hands flat on his chest. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“Oh?” He mocks with a small smile and you giggle, letting your forehead touch his chest. “That’s easy, I’m going to—,”

A commotion interrupts him, but he is not mad. All he needed was to know that his feelings were reciprocated.

When you both get to the front your ex is on his knees in the middle of your shop, with Ran behind him, all dressed up in his expensive suit and a baton on his hand.

“Y-Y/N? W-What is this?” Your ex asks when he sees you, but you’re looking at Ran.

“Ran… Are you okay?” You ask, worried and Mikey behind you is smiling like he won the lottery, a stranger is on the floor with blood on his head and you’re asking Ran if he’s okay?

“Oh, yes, yes, of course I am, princess.” Ran smiles at you. “This… stranger tried to spray the windows but got caught by me and my brother when we were getting here to try your new cake.”

You look at the ceiling and then turn around to hide on Mikey’s chest, his hands instantly surrounding you.

“That’s my ex.” You whisper softly to Mikey.

“That’s her ex.” Mikey says out loud without missing a beat.

Rindou stands up from the chair he was comfortably sitting on.

“Who the fuck raised you?” Rindou asks, crouching in front of the man and slapping him. “Uh? Who do you think you are to try to destroy what took her so long to build? Mhm?”

“I’m–I’m sorry! Please please don’t kill me! Y/N! Y/N!” The man cries.

You look at Mikey and he smiles at you, he kisses your forehead softly.

“I’m not gonna do that, just letting the boys scare him a little bit so he stops bothering you, yeah?” You nod.

And then Sanzu enters the shop, he frowns.

“What is this? We agreed no violence in her shop?” He asks, confused. Ran looks like a little kid who won the biggest bag of candies.

“This is her ex, he was trying to spray the windows before getting stopped by me and Rindou.” Sanzu cracks his neck and smiles.

“Bring him outside.”

You watch in silence how Ran drags the man outside and then you look at Mikey, he looks like he wants to laugh.

“I… mhm, I’ll go with them, otherwise Sanzu’s definitely gonna kill him.” He chuckles at the horror in your face and leans to kiss your nose. “I told you that’s not gonna happen. They don’t make decisions by themselves, ‘Kay?”

“You promise?”

“I promise, baby.” He nods.

When he goes outside and to the alleyway, the trio are having the time of their life by kicking the man on the floor, when he gets closer they stop. Without saying a word he takes the gun from Sanzu’s pants and puts it in the guy’s face, right in the middle of his eyebrows.

“Let all this serve as a teaching, yeah buddy?” Mikey says in a cold tone. “Next fucking time I see you in the same place my woman is, these guys are gonna be the least of your problems, you understand?”

“Y-yes sir, i-i u-understand.” He cries.

He gave Sanzu his gun back, turned around and started to walk again.

“Don’t keep beating him. She doesn’t want him past-recovery. Just call him a taxi.” Mikey murmurs before entering the shop again.

When he doesn’t see you in the front he looks at some of his men that are still sitting there and they point to the back. When he gets there you’re sitting on the desk playing with your fingers in silence.

“I’m back.” He says in a soft tone.

He sits on the chair and pulls you on his lap, your legs at each side of his, he surrounds you with his arms.

“You okay?” He whispers and you nod. “You’re not talking to me, pretty.”

“I’m disappointed.” You whisper and he tenses up.

“In me?” You shake your head. “The guys?”

“My ex. Why? Why does he keep doing that? That time I told you about, he threw mud at the windows while there were clients inside.” Your voice breaks slightly and he moves around to distract you.

“That’s over, let's not go over there. We already talked and he promised me he’s not gonna bother you anymore. You’re okay.” He tells you and you sigh.

“Did you threaten him?”

“Yes.”

“Okay...”

“Do you want to know what I was about to say before we were interrupted?” He says with a smile to try to distract you and you nod, looking at him now.

“Yes, please.”

“Mhm… I was saying that it’s easy, I’m going to take you on a date, on multiple dates, and then I’ll ask you an important question that we kind of know the answer to but I wanna hear you say it anyways.” He smirks at your smile. “And then I’m gonna request something for you to do on some days.”

“What’s that?” You say softly.

“To touch me.” He whispers, now serious. You look at him and he tightens his grip on your hips softly. “Touch me, please.”

“B-But why…” You ask, while still doing what he asked you.

You start to touch his hair, scratching his scalp, then caress his face, you lean and kiss his forehead, his nose, his cheeks. He let out a shaky breath when you kiss his lips briefly.

“This was your request?” You whisper.

“Y-yes.”

“And you want this on some days?” You ask again.

“Yes, please.”

“I don’t.” He looks at you with surprise but you’re smiling. “Everyday or nothing. Every time you come to the shop or nothing.”

He sighs and bites his lip to try to contain his emotions, he hugs you again. Sweet Jesus, you’re going to kill him with your cuteness.

“Yes, yes, yes.” He whispers repeatedly. “Touch me as much as you can, please.”

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shinichrio loves shower sex tbh

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fukc

Shinichiro plays the electric guitar

I know it's canon change my mind

omg stop thats so attractive

i bet he never took lessons either. he just picked up a guitar one day out of boredom and just kept going back to play around with it from time to time then eventually learned the ropes and now can play by ear

❝ THATS THE POPULAR PUNK ? ❞

chifuyu matsuno x fem reader. implied enemies to lovers. took place when chifuyu was fresh in jhs. swearings. teaser reader.

tagging. @mqnjiro @chuufuyu @01-20-1992

notes . . . inspired by this post that naya talked about and i just have to write this cute enemy prompt thingy going on.

“holy shit, what the fuck is that?”

there was a tale going around about some guy who beat the school's higher delinquents, all by himself, during the school's entry ceremony. according to the rumor, the guy they asked for is a well-known punk.

“chifuyu matsuno, right?”

chifuyu matsuno. a 12-year-old who has just graduated elementary school and is now enrolled in the junior high school where you are. a middle school freshman who beat up a gang of seniors on his first day of class by himself. what a completely out-of-control nutcase you perceive him to be, bit of a swaggering wild one.

although the rumors flying around your school, you seemed unconcerned. and you're also not someone who gives a damn behind about anything. so whenever someone brought up the latest tittle-tattle that was going on, you just shrugged it off.

at the very least, you didn't seem to care about the guy about whom everyone was talking before you met him. chifuyu matsuno is packing his belongings as you speak, standing next to your desk. he was about to miss the first lesson of the day when he noticed you countered him.

“holy shit, what the fuck is that?” as your initial impression of him, you inadvertently blurted out a scoffing reaction.

after making a cruel statement, the kid turned around and looked at the you. by the time his gaze was fixed on you, his piercing blue eyes and expressionless face were twisting your throat. “huh?”

you had no idea that your harrowing first meeting would turn into something far more meaningful in the future. when you consider it, it's actually very hilarious.

“the rumors weren’t wrong, eh? i’ve never seen anybody with that weird hairstyle before.”

he slung the bag behind his back and said, “i didn’t quite hear you, mind tell it to my face once again?”

as he conveyed the angry inquiry to you, his brows scrunched and his lips slightly opened. a new objective has been established! you simply have to go along with it and get into his skin as much as you can till he can't tolerate you any more.

“your hair looks like a fucking omelette, matsuno-san.”

nice! you were able to irritate him to a satisfactory degree. chifuyu swore that day that he was going to murder you for discriminating his marvelous art piece. how dare she talk about my hair when i styled it for one hour just for this snarky comment!

but little does he know…

as a result of your snide comments, chifuyu let out a mighty yell. "hey!" his pride was tarnished, but he didn't care. he angrily threw out his backpack and kicked the nearest desk from him, which is yours. "watch your freaking mouth."

"or else? you’re going to beat me up like those seniors you did yesterday?"

basically, all you did was smile and giggle in arrogance right in his face. it had been a rough week, so to intentionally tease him and get him upset was the last straw.

"lucky you’re a girl, otherwise i'd have landed a couple solid punches on your pretty face."

in the blink of an eye, chifuyu had snatched his bags from the floor and hurried out the door, leaving you all in the dust.

you were caught off guard when he inadvertently inserted the word "pretty" in between the ominous feeling sentences.

so you tease him back rather than giving a jerky reply, "ooh, so you think i'm pretty, matsuno?"

chifuyu raced down the corridors, dismissing your criticisms, as if there was something more essential than ministering your counterattacks. he may or may not stumble out that one word as a result of his anxiousness.

if you were nicer and friendly with chifuyu, he may really mean what he said to you.

"oi! comeback!"

and it's at this point when you meet your future husband.

© MQTSUNO. 2021

YAAAAAALLLLLLK

I KNEW I’VE SEEN IT SOMEWHERE HAHAHA

yes, just YES omg jajsjsksj I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HELPF. of course we are in this together<33 love to share my brainrot with u

and dude i still can't believe him being rejected 20 times. wakui better explain this shit someday

18:09

A/N: told y'all it was a threat. Tagging @notsocoolnana cause we're in this together and @kallikrein cause let's be real, I was thinking of her as Waka's girlfriend hsgjk

Maybe it had been a mistake to affiliate with Imaushi, Shinichiro found himself thinking often. At least five of the girls he was interested in had approached him. Only to ask about his "handsome friend", the friend in question being Wakasa.

Another three of the girls he had asked had told him to his face that they liked his friend. On Valentine's, the girls that had given him chocolates had asked him to give them to Imaushi. He had kept some of the chocolates for himself and gave the rest to Manjiro and Keisuke, after Wakasa had laughed and told him he already got chocolates from the one he wanted.

Bastard was a heartbreaker and already had a partner.

Months later and he was getting used to being rejected in favor of Wakasa or even Keizo sometimes.

"How did it go?" You asked him. You knew he was going to ask yet another girl out.

He was sitting on the stairs of a park, smoking. He patted the spot next to him, making sure the smoke wouldn't be blown in your direction.

"Gave me her number," he said after a long sigh.

"Well, that's good, right?" You said feeling a little heartbroken. It was about time someone saw Shinichiro for the gem he was.

"She wanted me to give it to Imaushi," he said.

You felt a weight being lifted off your chest at his words.

"Oh," you said, "well, maybe next time," you patted his back.

"I guess"

"And how's Waka doing?"

"He's seeinng someone, you know," he grumbled, "before you give me your number to give it to him and all"

Waka? He rolled his eyes. Not you too.

"I know," you said, a bit taken aback by his tone.

"And if you're calling him Waka, you can probably talk to him about—whatever it is you want to talk. You don't need me to act as you your carrier pigeon—"

"Shinichiro," you interrupted him, "I know, he's dating someone . It's one of my friends. I was wondering how he's taking all this interest in him from other girls," you held his face with your hand, forcing him to look at you, squishing his cheeks, "I'm not interested in him," you assured him.

"Okay, sorry," he said, silently begging you to release his face.

You tried added his face and offered him a smile, the same smile that he could always see whenever he closed his eyes at night after having a particularly long or bad day.

"Good," you said, "have plans for dinner?"

"No, I was thinking of getting takeout for me and my siblings"

"Oh, can I join? I'm alone this weekend and I miss Manjiro and Emma"

"Keisuke will be there too," he said, knowing of the puppy crush the kid had on you.

"Let's go buy something then," you said and stood up, offering him your hand to pull him up, "can we stop by my house? I have some cake that I know Manjiro will love"

"He's been calling himself Mikey"

"That's so cute!"

"Oh, and you should call Keisuke, Edward"

"Why are they calling themselves that?"

"What should I know, ask them yourself"

You walked with him, side by side, you holding onto his arm.

Shinichiro remembered what Takeomi had told him and thought he was right. You were perfect for him.

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