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He so fiiiiiine
NIJIRO MURAKAMI as KAZUTORA HANEMIYA in TOKYO REVENGERS: BLOODY HALLOWEEN
Are you a Chifuyu, Baji, or Kazutora girlie? (I love them all😣)
⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝒜𝒸𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂
INCLUDES | Mitsuya ; Draken ; Mikey ; Kazutora ; Baji ; Chifuyu ; Izana
READER | Gn (No pronouns but preferably Fem)
GENRE | Fluff ; Smau
SYNOPSIS | You meant to text someone else, you didn't realize who you were actually texting.
A/N | Sorry for not uploading, I have 2 upcoming projects that I've been struggling to finish, so that's the reason for my absence 😭
art creds: shiori96443002 on twitter
★ Inupi, Baji, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Hanma, Rindou, Ran Matching Wallpapers ★
pinterest: rrvngze
I remember next to nothing about when I watched tokyo revengers except for the fact I LOVED kazutora and hanma... I'm on ep 15 now (kazutora hasn't been introduced yet) and tell me WHY TF DID I LIKE HANMA?????
and they're back at it again 😭😂😂
WHO IS DOING THESE SUBTITLES 😂😂😂
GRRR THEY ARE SO CUTE
𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙖. kazutora icons.
I gave you what you wanted now it’s my turn. I just want a late valentines date hcs with Kazu if you will pls <(U3U)>
You wasn’t specific enough so I’m gonna assume you meant he forgot Valentine’s Day and so he repays you with a cute day after Valentine’s Day 🥺🌸
ᴸᴬᵀᴱ ᴸᴼᵛᴱ ᴰᴬᵞ ᵂ/ ᴷᴬᶻᵁᵀᴼᴿᴬ <3
ˢᵁᴹᴹᴬᴿᵞ- sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪɴǫᴜᴇɴᴛ ʙᴏʏ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛs ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ’s ᴅᴀʏ 🙄
ᶠᴬᴺᴰᴼᴹ- ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀs
💌ᴺᴼᵀᴱˢ- ɪᴛ’s ᴀ ᴠɪʙᴇ ғᴏʀ sᴜʀᴇ 💅🏾 ʜᴇ’s sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʟɪʟ ᴛʀʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ɪᴛ’s ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ‘ɪ’ᴍ 𝟸𝟼 ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴍᴍᴀ ᴀᴄᴛ 𝟷𝟺 ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴡʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ 🥺🥺💕✨✨🌸🥲💕🌸💕💕’ nasty -._-. Gn!Reader pronouns not specified
ᵂᴬᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳˢ- ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ, sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ!! -ɪ ᴅᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴛᴛʏ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴘғғᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛ sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ɴᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ-
ˢᵀᵞᴸᴱ- H e a d c a n o n s
ᴹᴼᴼᴰ/ᵛᴵᴮᴱ-
ʙᴇsᴛ ᴠɪᴇᴡᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍᴏʙɪʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪᴄᴇs ᴜsɪɴɢ ʀᴀᴠᴇ/ɢᴏᴛʜ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʟᴇᴛᴛᴇ
ᴵᴺᵀᴱᴿᴬᶜᵀᴵᴼᴺˢ ᴬᴿᴱ ᴬᴾᴾᴿᴱᶜᴵᴬᵀᴱᴰ ᴮᵁᵀ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴺᴱᶜᴱˢˢᴬᴿᵞ <33
He knew you’d be pissed so he doesn’t come up with any excuse or explanation as to why five hundred white doves didn’t drop freshly picked rose petels down your front drive paving a bridge to your eventual husband
No explanation as to WHY Kazutora Hanemiya didn’t greet you with an expensive bouquet of flowers and a surprise picnic in the woods cheap ass
2 days 9 hours and 34 minutes that’s how much time he had to make up
He gets to your place early promised bouquet in hand and a sincere smile washing over his features
My man has been working extra shifts in a few miscellaneous jobs to get you a promise band
But y’all ain’t no slackers so he was quite literally brought to tears when you pulled out a box of chocolates and his promise band.
Matching tattoos?? Yes. If you have a low pain tolerance he is squeezing your hand the whole fucking timeee
“Toraaa you punk.” *bZzp* “AAA YOU BITCH STOP THAT” -we don’t promote abuse to anybody tryna do u favour—relax-
“HE’S TRYING TO DO HIS JOB YOU CRYBABY SHUT THE FUCK UP”
“AAAAAAA” *queue traumatised tattoo guy*
He’s all about the real moments and real nostalgia he’s bought a thousand tickets at the arcade y’all met at and y’all aren’t leaving the arcade without the black reversible octopus plush
He’s strolling with you hands intertwined y’all have cookies, donuts, flapjacks all different kinds of sweets from the arcade but not one plush in sight sigh
If you hadn’t pulled him away when you had he most definitely would have been suck trying to claw his way up into the machine tomfoolery
It was worth the wait and he SWEARS he won’t ever forget Valentine’s Day again but if it could be like this you wouldn’t mind
2022 ©ᴬᴸᴸ ᵂᴼᴿᴷˢ ᴮᴱᴸᴼᴺᴳ ᵀᴼ @xsamuu ᴰᴼ ᴺᴼᵀ ᵀᴿᴬᴺˢᴸᴬᵀᴱ, ᴾᴸᴬᴳᴱᴿᴵᶻᴱ, ᶜᴼᴾᵞ ᴼᴿ ᵁᴾᴸᴼᴬᴰ ᴼᴺ ᵀᵁᴹᴮᴸᴿ ᴼᴿ ᴬᴺᵞ ᴼᵀᴴᴱᴿ ˢᴼᶜᴵᴬᴸ ᴹᴱᴰᴵᴬ
Why is he like this
Bro has a split personality 💀
𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓉𝓇𝑒. 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓌𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.
✿ summary: maybe your bullies did something right after cornering you in the park and accidentally hitting the gang member in your class instead of you
✿ ft: kazutora hanemiya
all you wanted to do right now was go home and take a hot bath, relax your muscles from a long day of school. all you had to do was walk for a few more minutes. you did have a follower, though. or that's what it sounded like with the ringing of a bell, probably a keychain, and mimicking snow crunching from your own.
as long as they didn’t try to hurt you or, god forbid, talk to you, you would be fine. you honestly didn't have the brain capacity after a long day of studying and annoying girls in your class. in every single class.
you were taken out of your daze when you heard some annoying high-pitched laughs. you knew those annoying high-pitched laughs and forced giggles anywhere. the elongated words almost seeping out like moans. a higher pitch, almost panda baby-sounding sneeze followed after and a whine, “noo~, that is my real sneeze taro~~!”
yeah, pick me, girls in your class. they didn't exactly try to like you at all. turns out their boyfriends also don't exactly like you at all either. how fun. so fun, in fact, that a snowball was hurtling right towards you.
but it didn't hit you. it hit the person behind you with a sound that just had to hurt. and then there was a grunt. a very annoyed grunt.
you turned to see where the guy's offender was, but a snowball hit your chest, splattering all over your new warm jacket. and then another. and another.
quickly realizing what was happening, you yelled a short "run!" before booking it under the bridge the girls and their boyfriends were on. as both of you ran snowballs hit you from every which direction.
did they plan this out or something? there’s literally girls and boys stationed like the military over the park. you had to hand it to whoever planned this out; it was impressive.
you brought hands to your face to try and protect it as you ran as fast as you could, the only noise you could hear was the whipping of snowballs being thrown in the air and hitting you.
once your eyes caught a rock, you bolted as fast as you could, arms flailing, trying to reach the damn thing. you dove towards it, crawling to safety.
then, your very nice follower had decided to also dive into the snow, right on you. his hand grabbed your back, plunging you into the snow. your body hit the snow further, nose stuffed with snow so far you almost could smell the nice earthy dirt from the last season. but he grabbed your collar, saving you from the snow, and shoved your face into his own.
“the hell is wrong with you?” he wasn’t screaming, but he was still holding back, you could tell.
“what-?!” you almost laughed, but you coughed up some of that stupid snow he submerged you into.
“you got your friends to do this, didn't you? you think you're so special, don't cha’?”
as he went off, you started to recognize the guy practicing holding you by your throat, arguing with you. he was practically arguing with a wall with drying paint.
your mind finally hit a mini memory. you know this guy. you don't know him, but you know him. he was one of your friends' crush the week he came to school, so of course, you had to hear her rant about him for a week.
what even was his name? kyazutora? bazutora? nyanyatora? once your eyes landed on that tattoo on his neck, it hit you. kazutora, that was his name. It fit him in a weird sense.
now, that week she spent talking about him was only filled with compliments after compliments. ‘he's so hot’ she would say. ‘he's a need not a want’ she would say. ‘forget a ferrari for christmas, I want him’ she would say. you didn't get it at first, but now… you still don't.
he was being an ass right now. you didn't want to fight, maybe a bit, but not with him. he could probably see that, and he still went off until he didn't. he released you, and you felt yourself fall deep into the snow.
you muttered a small thank you and tried to dust yourself off, only now catching time to get the snow out of your eyelashes and face.
“we should get out of here.”
“obviously.”
“listen, I'm not really in the mood to deal with your attitude right now, and I just want them to go away. I don't want to fight you, so can you please not try and be rude or anything,” you try to hold back. he’s probably had a rough day too, being hit in the face by a snowball but still.
“you want them to go away?” he asked, smirking, letting his pointy teeth be more pronounced. you give him a curt nod. “ok, I can do that. just listen to me.” he looks around, not even flinching with the ongoing snowballs being aimed at you two.
“start making snowballs.” he orders you while trying to make snowballs.
you turn to try and make a snowball, hands moving to shape it into a circle. it crumples and falls in your hand, but you still make as many as you can in a minute. by the time a minute passes, your jaw drops. he’s already got a whole arm full of them. does he have an automatic snowball maker stuffed in that bell earring of his?
“how did you?”
“you ready?” he asks, almost too gleefully. he turns to start throwing as many snowballs as he can, each one hitting directly where he wanted them. is he on the baseball team? you would have remembered if he was a baseball boy.
still, he was pressing out arms like the pitchers on tv, throwing every which way, all with that smirk on his face, his ammo slowly running out. you peek out from the rock, watching him work his magic.
your bullies- the girls in your class- shrieked and grabbed their boyfriends' arms. “run!” they squealed like dying pigs, running away for their life on the bridge.
next, he aimed for a boy hiding behind a rock opposite of yours. he jumped to the side, dodging a snowball passing his shoulder, hitting the tree behind him. he threw it midair, almost in slow motion as it still hit the kid in the eye with a loud “eugh” and ran away crying. that's gotta hurt.
you turned to see there was still a boy who ran away unscathed from your savior. “ah, he got away,” you told him, an unused snowball still in your gloved hands.
“snowball,” he held out his hand, still looking towards the boy. you placed the weapon into his hands and watched as the boy ran for his life.
he pushed his shoulder and arm back, lifted his leg a bit, pivoted his foot. ‘bam!’
you could practically feel the impact of a rock hit your lower back as you watched the collision. the poor kid fell straight on his face from the ball.
“you hit him!”
“so?”
“so what?! you hit him!” you jumped into his arms that stiffened before he grabbed your shoulders and shoved you off.
“you go to my school, right? tomorrow you should eat lunch with me. I'll make hot chocolate and pumpkin pie!”
“hot chocolate and pumpkin pie? that sounds disgusting.”
“free food's still free food.”
and at the same time, he found your classroom the next day and ate the meal you prepared for him.
🤸
When Hanma hits on you
pairing : Mikey, Draken, Kazutora and Chifuyu
Warning : mention of killing in Drakens but else n/a
Mikey :
Draken :
Kazutora :
Chifuyu :
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HES LIKE MY DREAM HUSBAND, FUCK
OMG CHIFUYU, YOU'RE SO GOOD LOOKING, JUST A WHIFF 🥺🥺🥺🥺
PLEASE.....