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Hey I just came across your blogs and I absolutely fell in love with your ‘meeting their future kids’ with Tenjiku was absolutely brilliant. Could you maybe do something along the same lines with Toman? I was scrolling and saw you were recovering so I’m wishing you the best and don’t worry if you can’t write it I’m still happy I found your blog!!!!

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬 [𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮, 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲, 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧, 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚, 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞!

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞! 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐮’𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮’𝐬… 𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬!

✰𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

✰𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ᴄʜɪꜰᴜʏᴜ

"Hey! Hey! I think we found them, let's follow them."

It's the evening of Shibuya's annual fireworks festival, the fated night everyone had been anticipating for months. Chifuyu had gathered the courage to ask you to come along with his group of friends. He never clarified that it was date, leaving him vulnerable to the banter and teasing of his fellow Toman members. Takemichi and the others mysteriously disappeared after wandering through the crowd. It was all too obvious that your friends were trying hard to get you both alone together.

Chifuyu reassured himself that this was not a date. Yet here you both are, splitting some ice cream and sitting in a secluded area on the festival grounds away from the noise and sweaty bodies enjoying each other's presence while chatting about where the rest of the group had run off to.

“I’m glad you came to the festival with me,” Chifuyu admitted, noting the way your cheeks harbored a rosy tint at his words. His wandering eyes scanned the festivalgoers in search of his friends but to no avail. “We got ditched, huh? Who needs them anyways?”

Chifuyu pulled out all the stops for tonight, he's been draining his wallet left and right to buy whatever your heart desires despite how much you keep complaining that you can pay for yourself. He knows it's not a waste if it's making you happy to be with him but honestly you value his close company more than his material worth.

“We’ve been looking forward to it for a while now, I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” You said, reaching out and stealing the last bite of ice cream in the shared cup. “We'll catch up with the others later. I wanted to spend time with you. It’s fun to match yukatas with my best friend! We almost look a real couple.”

Chifuyu wants to be real couple. He wants to be your boyfriend. But he's a coward. He's afraid of rejection. He's afraid of losing you.

“You have some chocolate on your cheek,” Chifuyu pointed out, stifling back a fit of giggles as he watched you panic about ruining your makeup.

“Where?” You asked, slightly sticky fingers swiping at your face but completely missing the spot he had motioned towards.

“Right here,” He said, lightly wiping the away the mess with his sleeve despite your protests that he would stain the fabric. He rummaged through the tote bag he had been carrying throughout the evening, carefully pulling out his most luxurious gift of the night. “That reminds me, I bought you this hairpin. Do you like it?”

Before he can even think, a tiny peck is placed on his cheek, a small token of your gratitude for his never-ending kindness. Chifuyu nearly fainted at the loving gesture, attempting to calm down his uneven breathing as he listened to you speak. “I love it. You spoil me too much, Matsuno. Help me put it on, yeah?”

Chifuyu admired the way the gift blended in with the pattern of your yukata. It twinkled under the fluorescent lights of the neighboring food stalls, practically projecting an angelic aura around you. The hairpin was cute, sure, but you were absolutely gorgeous under the moonlight's ethereal glow. He would do anything to capture this scene on film and be able to gaze at your beauty whenever he wanted to.

“How does it look?” You asked, opening up your cellphone’s to snap a quick selfie. Scooting closer, you pressed your body against his, sitting shoulder to shoulder. Oh fuck, he swore he could get a whiff of the peach scented perfume lingering on your supple skin that drove him absolutely insane. “Get in the picture, fuyu. I’m sending it to your mom.”

“You’re beautiful,” He blurted out, backtracking on his words as soon as he caught sight of your surprised expression. “I mean cute! You’re so cute— holy fuck, just forget I said anything…”

“Calm down, fuyu.” You chuckled, reaching out and holding his nervous hand. He noticed the way your eyes were focused on his quivering lips before they flickered up to meet his own as if to confirm that you wanted him to get even closer. You needed him to close the gap in between your bodies. “You’re the first guy to ever call me beautiful. It makes me feel special.”

“You are special… to me.” Chifuyu leaned in, noting the way your eyes fluttered closed in anticipation. He lightly pressed his soft lips against yours, left completely breathless at the fact he finally made a move. You tasted so sweet, just like the chocolate ice cream you had both shared earlier, and a mix of the iconic cherry chapstick you always wear.

“EW, MOMMY AND DADDY ARE SMOOCHING!”

A horrified scream could be heard from behind, causing the both of you to pull away. You hid your face in your hands, humiliated at the fact you had just been caught in such an intimate moment. Chifuyu's fiery temper flared up at the audacity someone had to intrude on his private life.

Panicked shushes and muffled voices could be heard from the bushes, its branches rattling around as the nosy culprits shuffled around to mask their exposed presence. “Yuki, be quiet!” Without missing a beat, a young boy’s voice could be heard gagging in response, his tiny hand pointing out from the bush in your direction. “But Fuyumi, it’s gross. You promised there would be no smooching!”

“Hey, you brats! Do you think it’s funny to spy on people? I’ll fuckin’ kill you two.” Chifuyu appeared from behind, snagging the two spies by the collar of their yukatas as they let out another hellish scream. He was beyond pissed at the fact they had just ruined his perfect moment, his first kiss, his first date-that’s-not-a-date. Pure horror was written across each of the children’s features as they wiggled under Chifuyu’s vicious grip. “We’re sorry, Daddy! Please don’t hurt us.”

He sent the kids a curious look, bringing them closer to his face as he put on an intimidating expression. “Who the hell are you calling Daddy?”

You ran up to the group, gripping your best friend’s arm in an effort to settle his raging temper. He could never go against you, a fact that you used to your advantage. “Chifuyu, they’re just kids. Drop the delinquent act, please.”

Just as you requested, he dropped the kids onto the ground. The older girl stuck her tongue out at him in annoyance as she gathered her scattered belongings. The terrified little boy nearly knocked you over with the way he jumped into your arms, hiding in face in the fabric of your yukata. “Mommy’s here to save us!”

Your eyes widened in disbelief as a dry laugh escaped your chest, covering up the fact you were about to have a mini heart attack. “Huh?!”

“I should explain things,” The older girl said, dusting off her kimono as she stood up to face the both of you. She was beautiful and so alluring, possessing the most precious pair of emerald irises just like Chifuyu. Her features were reflected more of your traits but she was a perfect blend of both of her parents. “I’m Fuyumi and this is Yukine, we’re your children.”

This was too much to handle at once, Chifuyu had just kissed you, there’s a random pair of nosy kids who claim to be yours, it’s extremely hot outside and the headache looming over you was beginning to consume your ability to think straight. You set the child down before the rest of your body gave out on keeping you up. “Chifuyu, I’m… feeling dizzy.”

“Wake up, Y/N!” Chifuyu pleaded, lightly shaking your limp form only to receive incoherent blabbering in response. He brought a hand up to your neck, checking for a pulse despite not knowing how to properly check for one. “Oh my god, you two killed her.”

Fuyumi shook her head in disbelief, handing her father a decorative fan in order to blow some fresh air at your face. “Oopsie, I think she passed out, use this to cool her down.”

Yukine chimed in, giggling at the way Chifuyu frantically muttered out apologies and panicked over the fact you were still out cold. “Daddy, you’re such a loser. Why does Mommy even like you?”

“I am not your Daddy, you little brat.”

“We're Fuyumi and Yukine Matsuno. We came from the future to spy on you guys.” His daughter repeated, unlocking her phone and showing today’s date but in a distant number of years from now. Yukine tugged on Chifuyu's sleeve, curious eyes peering up at him in delight. “Are you and Mommy on a date?”

The innocent question sent his mind into overdrive, unsure how to answer without admitting his true feelings to a couple of strange kids. “It’s not a date! We’re just friends.”

Fuyumi smirked, crossing her arms as she glanced between her father and her mother, observing their attire and remembering their intimate moment from a while ago. “I don’t think people are just friends kiss each other on the lips. Or wear matching yukatas!”

“It’s complicated,” Chifuyu groaned. The embarrassment rising in his chest was only amplified by the fact Fuyumi's words from earlier were beginning to settle in. He kept blowing fresh air onto your face with the paper fan "I must be going insane. This is all some twisted ass dream."

"Take a look," Fuyumi handed Chifuyu a polaroid picture, also dated several years into the future. He’s cradling a baby, presumably one of his children, you’re asleep on a hospital bed, and there’s a toddler poking at the newborn’s cheek. “This is a picture of Yukine on the day he was born, you’re the one holding him. I’m sitting next to you.”

The unimaginable sight of the image almost brings tears to his eyes, he bites back the urge to jump for joy. “I’m married to Y/N…” Chifuyu grinned, glancing down at your unconscious form. He glided his hand across your cheek, admiring the way you nuzzled into his gentle touch. “I’m the luckiest guy ever.”

Fuyumi snickered at the way her father was completely lovestruck at the thought of his future. He was definitely in love; it was written all over his dopey face. “Mommy said it was obvious you had a crush on her. You always used the corny pick-up lines from your romance mangas.”

Chifuyu huffed at the constant snarky comments being directed at him by the child. “I’m going to ground you two, eventually…”

Yukine gripped his older sister's hand, pulling her away from the pair as they began to run off into the festival's growing crowd. “We’ll be waiting, bye-bye Daddy! Mommy is about to wake up, take her to see the fireworks, okay?”

Chifuyu called out to the pair, a weak hand extended to no avail as the children ran past his reach. He needed to know more about his future, specifically when he would be bold enough to call you his wife. “Don’t go! When are Y/N and I going to get together?! I need to know!”

Fuyumi sent him a devious wink, holding up a finger to her lips symbolizing her intent to keep it a secret. Yukine mimicked his sister's actions, waving goodbye as they blended in with the festivalgoers.

At the same time, you stirred awake in his arms, peering up at his relieved face as he let out a shaky breath. He had never been more overjoyed to see your beautiful shimmering eyes glancing around at your surroundings. “Fuyu… my head hurts. Did we miss the fireworks?”

He sat you up with a swift motion, careful not to make any sudden moves in case you had sustained a concussion. “Oh good, you’re awake! How are you feeling? I think the heat made you pass out.”

“Wait,” You placed a hand on your aching head, attempting to piece together the events leading up to before you had passed out. Chifuyu “I had the strangest dream… there was a pair of kids that said we were their parents.”

He froze, heart racing in chest as he spoke once again. “Do you remember anything before that?”

“I had chocolate on my face. You gave me this hairpin and that’s all. Everything is fuzzy after that.” Chifuyu wanted you to remember his confession, he wanted you to remember how both reciprocated each other's feelings. “But, but we kiss— never mind, forget it.”

BOOM!

You stood up, walking towards the source of the colorful explosion as you ignored the lingering aftereffects of your migraine. “The fireworks are starting! Let’s go find a spot.” Chifuyu tugged on your wrist before you could walk any further, keeping you in place. “Hold on, I don’t think it’s a good idea. I should get you home, yeah?”

You avoided staring into his eyes, insecurity nipping at your nerves as you remembered the chaos leading up to now. He must have been annoyed with the fact you had consumed his time to enjoy the festival's entertainment. “Are you tired of me, Chifuyu? I’m sorry I fainted on you earlier. You had to take care of me, that wasn’t fair.”

He quickly denied the accusation, slightly shocked by the fact you would ever think he could be sick of your presence. “N-No, that’s not what I meant. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” You bit your lip, reaching out lace your fingers with his own and tugging him towards the audience area. “I’m perfectly fine. I want to watch the fireworks with you and only you. Please?”

BOOM!

The first glittering scene of flashing lights caught your attention, signaling the commencement of the long-awaited fireworks show. Chifuyu could hardly keep up with your frantic pace, knocking him into other festivalgoers who merely sent him dirty looks in response. He was surprised you had managed to find a decent spot in the dense crowd with enough space for the both of you to sit comfortably and a perfect view of the colorful pyrotechnics.

"Wow, they're so bright!"

The brief pause in between each display gave him the perfect opportunity to confess to you properly. Chifuyu adored the way your face lit up at the sight of the flittering sparks, much like a child whose experienced joy for the first time. It was now or never, the clock's ticking, time to put his feelings on full display and await your final answer.

“I like you, Y/N. Will you please be my girlfriend—"

BOOM! BOOM!

You turned to face him, unsure if you had misheard his request or whether it was a trick of the mind. Honestly, you sincerely wished you had heard him correctly after patiently waiting to hear those sweet words all night. "What? Did you say something?"

"No," He replied, blinking back a set of fresh tears that threatened to fall from his anguished irises. He remained silent for the entirety of the show, not even uttering a word when you pointed to a specific firework that had caught your attention.

Once the crowd had shrunk into a few people lingering around, “Chifuyu, close your eyes for a second.”

His broken heart clouded his rationality as he snapped at you with a sharp tone. "For what? Are you going to ditch me like the others?"

You huffed at his attitude, forcefully shutting his pouty orbs with both of your index fingers. "Just do it, fuyu!"

He could feel your breath ghost over the shell of his ear, sending shockwaves of anxiety down his spine. Your voice was incredibly quiet as you whispered your late response into his head. “I like you too… I wanna be yours."

Chifuyu's mouth gaped open at your statement, backing up a couple spaces as he stared down your approaching figure. "You heard me earlier?!"

"I did," You mused, lightly pecking his lips for further confirmation as he melted under your heavenly touch. Chifuyu gently gripped your shoulders as he went back in for another kiss while burning the memory into his mind. Your lovestruck eyes fluttered open, scanning his face in pure adoration. "Hm, this feels familiar. Did we kiss before I passed out?"

His overwhelming blush expanded from his cheeks to the tips of his ears with hot steam practically flooding out of head. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about..."

“Mommy and Daddy are so cute together,” Fuyumi sighed, admiring the way Chifuyu wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you nuzzled your head against his neck. She had always heard the story about her parents becoming official after a certain festival date during their youth. It was incredible to be able to experience it firsthand, even if she and her brother had crashed their picture-perfect moment earlier.

Yukine yawned, preparing to time leap back to their own timeline with his stash of goodies. “Let’s go home, sissy. I can’t wait to show them the pictures we took!”

ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ

“Hey kid, how much do you want for the taiyaki?”

The fed-up boy sighed, turning his back to face the persistent stalker who had been harassing for the past fifteen minutes. His bag of pastries rattled in his arms as he snapped at him with a frustrated scream. “For the last time, it’s mine. I paid for it!” Mikey huffed, dragging his feet across the pavement as he followed the kid around the park in an effort to get him to cave in. “It’s not for me, it’s for my girlfriend! I’m supposed to meet her right now.”

His target let out a dry laugh, beginning to munch down on the coveted snack as Mikey watched in horror. If he hadn't promised to meet you at this park, he would have jumped the boy on the spot and been on his way. A pair of familiar arms looped around his waist from behind as your melodic voice rang in his ears. “Knew I’d find you here, Mikey. What are you doing?”

“Y/N!” Mikey whined, puffing his cheeks and tugging on your sleeve as he shot you a pitiful glance. His free hand pointed an accusatory finger at the child, still eating the bag of fresh fish-shaped pastry. He merely shrugged his shoulders at you while returned the gesture with an apologetic look. “This brat bought the last of the taiyaki I was going to eat!”

Mikey could be one the most childish people you had ever met with his constant bratty attitude and frustrating behavior. You flicked your boyfriend on his forehead, ignoring how he grumbled at your actions. The eavesdropping boy snickered, sticking his tongue out at your boyfriend as he sent him a death glare. “Mikey, he’s just a kid. We can split a parfait on our date.”

"But Y/N, I'm hungry now!"

A victorious scream was uttered by the boy, quickly turning into surprise as he took a closer look at the both of you. “Aha! I knew it was for you— Wait… you’re my parents!”

Mikey lost his balance, falling onto the ground in a fit of hysterics as you stared at the strange boy in disbelief. “That’s hilarious, kid! Never heard that one before.” You ignored the stupidity arising from your boyfriend's actions, approaching the mysterious boy and finding a distinct resemblance between them. “He does kinda look like you…”

“I’m Yuta Sano.” He said, properly introducing himself to the both of you. Yuta studied your face closely before glancing at Mikey and clicking his tongue in distaste. “Mom’s way out of your league, Dad. How did you manage to get her to fall for you?”

“She was head over heels for me,” Mikey said smugly, wrapping arm around your waist as he pulled you into his grasp. He snuggled into your body, inhaling the scent of your strawberry pound cake perfume. “How could I resist turning down a pretty girl like her?”

“Don’t lie to him, Manjiro.” You snapped, pushing off his clingy form as he fought to stay close to you. His jealous side was slowly making its appearance, a sight that was often rare to see. “Yuta, do you want the truth?”

You began to relay the story behind your budding relationship with Manjiro Sano. “Draken and Emma were the ones who set us up on a date which Mikey ended up ruining by falling asleep right after we ate at the cafe. I had to carry him home and he drooled all over my shoulder. He also forgot his wallet and had ordered half of the menu which I ended up having to pay for!”

“Babe, you said you keep that a secret!” Mikey shouted as he crumbled under the fiery flames of betrayal. He grabbed the boy by the collar of shirt, bringing him closer as his piercing onyx eyes sent chils down his spine. “Yuta, I do not drool in my sleep. Your mother is a dirty little liar.”

“That’s what you’re worried about!?” Yuta scoffed at his outburst while lurching away from Mikey's act of intimidation. “Runs in the family, I guess. Suzu does the same thing after she eats. She’s practically Dad’s twin.”

“Suzu?” You questioned, hoping he wasn't referring to another incoming child. Yuta motioned for the two of you glance at the image on his cellphone, pointing out the sweet little girl in the family picture perched on Mikey’s lap. She reflected all of his features, from the unruly blonde hair to his captivating charcoal irises. “Suzu is my younger sister. She’s your daughter.”

Mikey's heart skipped a beat at the sound of your flustered squeals as you hid your blushing cheeks under your hands. “Oh my god, this is really happening… this is real life. These are my— our kids?”

He could hardly hold back another round of laughter as he uncovered your face, lightly pecking your nose as he spoke. “What are you embarrassed for, Y/N? I’m happy to know that you’re the person I’m gonna marry.” Mikey cooed as he embraced you in his arms “I wanted us to stay together. Glad to know we did. We have some cute kids, huh?”

“Mikey…” You whispered, hiding your reddening face in his chest as he gently patted your head. “How are you so calm about this?”

“My heart belongs to you,” He stated, a sincere smile lighting up his normally stoic face. “I know I’m in good hands.”

“I’m going to be sick,” Yuta muttered, turning away from the lovey dovey scene unfolding before his eyes. He may be a teenager but he sure acted “You’re always super sappy with Mom.”

A mischievous smile crept up Mikey’s face as he turned the situation into his favor. “Hand over the taiyaki or I kiss your mother, kid.” The iron grip your boyfriend had on your wrist kept you in place as you tried to pull away. He was determined to get the snack at any cost or sacrifice necessary. “Manjiro, what the fuck!”

“You wouldn’t…” Yuta challenged, narrowing his eyes at his father as he brought the pastry closer to his mouth threatening to take a bite. It was the last one he had left in the bag; its fate was unknown as the two males stared each other down in suspense.

“Choice’s yours,” Mikey pulled you in close, cupping your cheeks and leaning in towards your face with pursed lips. He sent the boy a victorious smirk, centimeters away from connecting your mouths. “Pucker up, Y/N!” You shook your head response, avoiding his spontaneous kisses as he giggled at your embarrassment. He was absolutely shameless with showing affection in public I matter who was watching. “No! No! Mikey, what are you doing—!"

"Okay, okay. You win!" Yuta declared, handing over the pastry to an overly satisfied Mikey. He tugged you away from his father’s hold, hiding you behind his shorter frame with his arms extended out in a defensive position. "Stop it already, Mom's super uncomfortable."

Mikey only smirked, taking a huge bite of taiyaki. “It’s okay, she loves me. Right, Y/N?” An exhausted sigh was enough of a response in affirmation as hand went to rest on your aching forehead. “You’re such a handful, Manjiro.”

“Baby, call me Mikey. You only call me that when you’re pissed.”

You rolled your eyes at him, practically screaming his ear off as you went in on him. “I am pissed! Talk about damn near sexual harassment." He tugged at your sleeve with a pouty look across his face, Mikey's signature puppy dog eyes were on full display. "Do you still love me?"

"I'm starting to have second thoughts," You muttered as you gave your boyfriend the cold shoulder. Yuta's face was full of hurt, he was broken by the fact he had his last pastry stolen by his stubborn father. “Hey Yuta, do you have any embarrassing stories about this idiot? I’ll buy you food as an apology for everything.”

His eyes filled up with excitement, graciously accepting your generous offer. “Hell yeah, can we go on my motorcycle?” Mikey perked up at the conversation involving his beloved vehicle of choice. “You have a bike? I want to ride it! Let me see!”

Yuta shook his head before reaching and taking your hand in his and urging you to follow him. “As if, Dad. Only Mom is allowed to be my passenger. You have your own bike, don’t you?”

Mikey frowned in disapproval, fuming as he sent his child the dirtiest look imaginable. His dark impulses threatened to appear if he didn't play his cards right. “She’s supposed to be on a date with me. You can’t just steal her from me. I’ll fuckin’ ground you for life.”

“Don’t listen to him, Yuta. What do you want to eat?”

Yuta accepted your hand, sticking close to your side as he tugged you away from a preoccupied Mikey. “This is why I prefer Mom over you!”

“She’s mine!” Mikey shouted, chasing after your distant figures “Get back here you two!”

If this is what the future holds for him, Mikey certainly can’t wait for the day he can experience it firsthand.

ᴅʀᴀᴋᴇɴ

“Inupi, can you take a look at this motorcycle when you get the chance?”

Summer is always hell at D&D Motors since it's the specific time of the year when business picks up exponentially. Draken and Inui get swamped with customers who have very specific needs. Some need maintenance, others need routine oil changes, others need intense repairs on their expensive motorcycles. Some are bold enough to come in and act clueless so they can get a chance to flirt with the shop’s owners while chasing after a steep discount. It never works.

“Might take a while, I’m still fixing up the one for pickup today.” Inui replied, adjusting the loose seat on the bike as it kept falling out of place. He groaned at the way the whole thing came apart and landed at his feet practically taunting him no matter how many times he tried to screw the godforsaken thing in place.

“Damn it,” Draken complained, pacing around the workshop before stopping in his tracks. A younger teenage boy was inspecting one of the neighboring motorcycles, practically acting as if he owned the bike, carefully checking all the delicate parts of the engine as Draken approached. “Can I help you, kid? You're not allowed to be back here.”

“Spark plugs need to be replaced and those brake pads are on their last lap. It’s a quick fix on your own but clearly the owner could give a shit less.” He stated, gazing over the body of the vehicle as he gave it a gently tap on its luxurious exterior. “Such a shame to see a nice ride being put to waste.”

Draken was stunned by how quick the boy was able to find the underlying problem, confirming his claims after inspecting it himself. He hadn't even gotten around to getting a look at the bike but he was now less stressed by the fact he could done with its repairs by today. “You’re right, kid. How’d you know?”

The strange boy grinned with pride, wiping off his soiled hands with the rag he was handed. “I learned it from you, Dad.” Draken nearly dropped the toolbox on his foot, fumbling for a steady grip as the contents inside rattled in response. “Excuse me?”

Inui glanced up from his spot on the ground, curious about the sudden source of the ruckus. “Woah, it’s a mini Draken… am I seeing things?”

The boy shot him a sly smile, waving over at the other surprised mechanic. “Hey there, Uncle Seishu!” Inui narrowed his eyes at the teenager, surprised by how the two seemed to be on a familiar basis. He has no recollection of ever interacting with the boy before nor had seen him wander into the shop. “Do I know you?”

“Yes, but not yet. I’m from the—"

The shop’s front doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of a new client as you called out for the two people you were looking for. “Ken! I brought you some lunch. Seishu, I made extra for you too.” The boy perked up at the sound, nearly tripping over his own two feet as he peeked through the slightly open door “That’s Mom’s voice! Can I go see her? Can I? Can I?”

Draken tugged on the back of the boy’s shirt before he could slip through the workshop’s door. He had no idea who the hell this kid was nor why he kept referring to him as Dad and why he would even think of calling you Mom. “Hold on, you little runt. You have some explaining to do first.”

Before he could say anything else, your head popped in from the creak in the workshop's door. You smiled at the familiar faces in sight becoming confused the random chaos unfolding back there. “There you are, Ken. Oh hello, am I interrupting something?”

“Hi Mom!”

“M-Mom?!”

Draken slapped a panicked hand over the boy's mouth, muffling his protests as he did his best to hide him from your view. “What did I tell you— what’s your name?”

“Kyo… Kyo Ryuguji.” He mumbled, ripping off his father's hand as he struggled to take in a proper breath. Draken noticed the menacing aura radiating from your body, an unsettling grin occupying your face while you threatened to bash his head in with a nearby wrench. “You never told me you had a kid, Ken. What else are you hiding from me?”

“You’re in for it, Dad!” Kyo fought back a fit a laughter, running to hide behind Inui’s equally terrified body as he prepared himself for the incoming feud. Both of them had never seen you so enraged before, Draken nearly prayed for mercy as you closed in on his distressed form.

Ten minutes later, the workshop was turned upside down and Draken was sporting a huge lump on his forehead. You had apologized after he had clarified that he was not two-timing and he had no idea who the random kid was.

“Let me get this straight... You're some kind of time traveler?" Draken questioned, scrolling through the content’s on Kyo’s cellphone before letting you have a turn at viewing the pictures that are supposedly from the future.

"Uh-huh," Kyo confirmed, munching down on the fresh bento boxes you had brought in. He gulped down the food at a ferocious pace "Mom's cooking is the best!"

“Hey Mom, are you and Dad dating yet?” Kyo asked.

“Wha—?!” You both shouted while exchanging equally humiliated expressions.

“Well, I’m your son! It’s a long ass story and I’m kinda running out of time here but it’s nice to see you guys…” Kyo said as he disappeared, leaving no trace of his existence behind except the remnants of his half-eaten meal.

Draken scratched the back his neck, noting the way you refused to meet his lingering gaze. “Did we just meet our future runt?”

You toyed with the strands of your hair, mumbling a quiet reply under your breath. “I guess so.”

Inui smirked, deciding to meddle in his best friend’s love life. “You two just gonna sit there and stare at each other all day or decide to go out already?"

ᴍɪᴛꜱᴜʏᴀ

“Takashi, that tickles. Are you almost done?”

Warm rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, finding home on your skin as they casted a golden hue on your features. Mitsuya had invited you over today in hopes of helping him design his newest creation, but he found himself being distracted by his hyperactive model. You, on the other hand, were fed up with the fact you had spent most of the sunny afternoon cramped indoors when Takashi could have taken you on a date instead.

“If you would sit still for a second I could get the measurements I need.” Mitsuya grumbled, adjusting the tape measure around your neck once again as you squirmed under his touch, a fit of giggles escaping your mouth as he attempted to secure the material. “Babe, I’m serious!”

“I can’t concentrate on an empty stomach,” You whined, sending him a wink as you brushed his soft lavender bangs out of his face, revealing the slightly frustrated male underneath. “I know my doting boyfriend skipped breakfast. You should take better care of yourself, Takashi.”

“Don’t worry about me. I can get you a snack, lovely.” Mitsuya chuckled, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead, completely ignoring the waves of hunger rumbling in his stomach. “Take a break in the meantime.”

“Will do!” You affirmed, falling back onto his bed and indulging yourself in his fuzzy blankets. Mitsuya was always incredibly patient with you even when he was acting like a raging perfectionist, going as far as putting everyone else’s needs above his own, not caring to eat or drink until he finished his newest project.

While dozing in off in his room you heard the light pitter patter of footsteps prancing around the room. A quiet voice roused you from your peaceful slumber as a finger poked at your cheek. Soft giggles radiated from the culprit's mouth as they continued to mess with you. “Wake up… Mommy, wake up!”

Mommy?

A tired groan left your mouth as you lightly swatted away the hand that kept interrupting your peaceful slumber. “Luna, is that you? Or is it Mana?”

It couldn’t be his sisters; they were on a play date with some friends from school. It had been an hour since they had been picked up from their apartment, promising that they would be back later this evening for dinner. “The girls aren't here, silly! I’m Sumire.”

Assuming this must be one of their neighborhood friends, you greeted her with half-awake eyes, a yawn slipping past your mouth as you spoke. “How did you get up here, cutie? Did Takashi not tell you that Luna and Mana aren’t home?”

The child replied with no hesitation. “Oh, I time leaped. My aunties must be busy, bummer.”

Her words instantly broke the haze of sleep lingering in your head comparable to a bucket of ice water being poured down your back. You rubbed at your eyes to confirm that there was in fact a strange little girl inside your boyfriend's room “You… what?”

“Sumire Mitsuya, I’m a third grader. You’re my mother, ”

You stared down the child, finding some of Mitsuya’s gorgeous features blended together with your own. However, you had never given birth in your lifetime and Mitsuya swore he had never dated anyone than you. “Takashi and I… we… you’re our child?”

Sumire nodded, lightly bowing her head as she properly introduced herself. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mommy.”

“I’m going to help you find your actual parents,” You mumbled, taking her small hand and leading her out the bedroom door. unamused with the nonsense you were hearing. “Takashi is pulling a prank on me; he has to be.”

Mitsuya met you halfway down the hallway “Babe, how about we get some ramen— uh, who is that?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, huffing at his attempt to act oblivious to the situation. Surely this was payback for fooling around as he was trying to focus on his work earlier. “Takashi, quit messing around. I get it, okay? I'll be the picture-perfect model for you."

He frowned. “I’m not joking, Y/N. I have no idea who she is."

Mitsuya's attention was stolen by the girl's attire as studied the pattern of her clothes closely, admiring the artisan fabric chosen to create it. “Woah, I’ve always dreamed of designing a dress like this for Mana and Luna when I was younger.”

Sumire twirled in delight as she proudly showed off the frills and intricate lace adoring her tiny figure. It was a one-of-kind gown made under an expert's careful watch. The nearly invisible seams were flawless and there wasn't a single stitch out of place, it was a true work of art. “You made it for me, Papa!”

“Papa?”

“I’m Sumire, I keep telling Mommy that I’m her daughter but she won’t believe me.”

“Mommy,” Mitsuya mumbled, turning to face you with a curious expression as you blushed under his intense gaze. “Would that be Y/N?”

“I have some pictures in my backpack,” Sumire said, handing each of you a handful of polaroids in delight. She explained the events behind each photograph in significant detail, confirming that they were indeed real and not a sophisticated display of photoshop.

Mitsuya gulped, “Sumire, am I doing a good job at being your father?”

“You’re the absolute best, Papa!” She gushed, beginning another endless ramble as she retrieved a leather notebook from her backpack, thumbing through the pages until she found the spot she had previously bookmarked. “You made Mama’s wedding dress. I have a sketch of the design right here—”

Mitsuya quickly closed the journal before you could catch a glimpse of his future work. He hid Sumire behind his back as soon as he noticed the mischievous expression illuminating your features, knowing you were ready to pounce on him at any second. “L-Let’s put that one away, yeah? I’d rather not ruin the surprise even if it’s years from now.”

He barely dodged out of the way in time as you lunged at him, moving to the side as you collided on the floor, tumbling straight into a pile of clothes. The flames of determination shone brightly in your focused eyes as you positioned yourself to attempt to tackle him down onto the ground. Your boyfriend may be a captain in one of Tokyo's most notorious gangs, but he has never met anyone who instill fear into his bones like you can.

Colliding with his chest, you stretched your arms up towards his occupied hands. Mitsuya held the notebook high above your shorter frame, switching its position every time you jumped up to try and reach it. “Oh come on, Takashi. Can I get a little peek? I bet it’s absolutely gorgeous.”

“No, this is under lock and key!" He cried out while making eye contact with the child who was still present in the room. With a quick flick of his wrist, he sent the item flying towards her and praying she would be able to grab it. "Sumire, catch it. Don't let her see it."

Sumire did as she was instructed, running away from your approaching figure as you chased her around the apartment. Her light giggles and squeals mixed with your promises of eventually trapping her under your hold. Mitsuya called after you, warning that sooner or later one of you would trip or hurt yourselves amongst the chaos unfolding in the household.

Ten minutes later, Mitsuya and yourself are lying on the floor and completely out of breath while the younger girl is still bouncing off the walls. You had given up on discovering the contents of the notebook, deciding that it would be worth the wait. Sumire was an insatiable ball of limitless energy who could go on chatting for hours, a trait that resembled Luna and Mana's behavior.

You reached out and intertwined your fingers with your boyfriend's own, reminiscing in the feeling of his warm hand engulfing yours. It was tranquil and loving, he always made you feel loved whenever you were by his side. "Takashi, if you're the man I'm marrying... I wouldn't mind being your wife."

"Perfect," He beamed, turning onto his side to face your properly. His grip tightened, as if to affirm that he had been thinking of the sane words in his mind. "I couldn't imagine being with anyone else."

Sumire's cheers filled the room as she watched the romantic scene take place. Her lavender orbs sparkled with excitement as she waited for the magical moment to become reality. “Kiss! Kiss!”

Mitsuya pulled away before your lips could meet and shook his finger in disapproval. “Ah, ah, ah… that’s for grownups only.”

"That's okay," Sumire said, gathering her belongings as she began to prepare to return to her proper timeline. She gave each of you a warm hug and a tiny peck on the cheek as a parting gift as she waved farewell. "I have to go home now. Bye Mommy! Bye Papa!

Mitsuya patted her head in response. “I’m looking forward to meeting you, Sumire. Not until years from now, though.”

“Papa, do you wanna know a secret?” Sumire perked up at the last second, motioning for her father to crouch down as she whispered into his ear.

Before you could blink, the child was gone and the room was filled with silence once again. Honestly, it was nice while it lasted but the whole experience left you exhausted and downright bewildered out of your mind. Had you really just spent an hour with your future daughter? Is Mitsuya actually going to become your husband one day? Only time will tell, of course.

“Takashi, spill it." You demanded, poking at his side until he gave into your pleas. "What did our very lovely future daughter have to say?"

Mitsuya’s gleeful expression morphed into a flustered one as soon as he noticed your pouty face. He gently pulled you into his arms as his chin rested on top of your head, his voice sending vibrations down your spine. “We’re… having twins in the future.”

OH...

ᴛᴀᴋᴇᴍɪᴄʜɪ

"Maybe… Maybe I'm better off dead."

Another failure, another death he unable to prevent, another fucked up timeline he surely has to come home to. The universe is in loop, repeating a series of cursed events within Takemichi's mind. It's purgatory, the vile place that has him reliving the memories in which he couldn't save anyone nor could he fix the future.

"You shouldn't say things like that." The unannounced presence of a young girl nearly made him cry out in fear, her hushed voice caught his attention as she walked towards his hospital bed, observing the injuries littered across his body. She pointed at the cast around his battered arm, staring at the limb with anguished eyes. “Does that hurt?”

“I’m fine, really.” Takemichi grinned, fighting back the pain arising in his face under the bruises and cuts adorning it. He weakly held up a tiny thumbs up with his broken arm, wincing as the fresh pain shot up his nerves. “Who are you?”

The young girl hesitated to speak up, offering him a glass of water instead which he graciously accepted. Takemichi observed her appearance as the feeling of familiarity rose in his mind. A distant memory was beginning to surface, one from the future that was likely triggered by the stranger's sudden entrance. He can start to see it come together, this girl, much younger in his memory, running up to him and referring to him as Daddy.

She cut the momentary silence short by deciding to confess the truth behind her visit. "My name is Mirai, I’m your daughter." Takemichi nearly choked on his drink, coughing up a storm as he processed the weight of her words. He can clearly picture her in his head but to acknowledge the fact taht she's here with him physically causes him to question everything. "That's impossible... N-No way, are you serious?"

"Uncle Chifuyu was out of line," Mirai stated, shaking her head at the scene she had overheard earlier. He had blamed him for causing Draken's untimely death, cursed him out for coming back to the past despite seemingly having created their ideal future. "He has no idea how much you've gone through by time leaping back and forth."

Even so, he still defended his partner, knowing he would eventually come around after his feelings had settled. "Chifuyu is grieving, we all are. I did fuck up; I can own up to that."

Mirai reached out and gripped Takemichi's bandaged hand, her own tears falling onto his tattered skin. He panicked at the sight of her heartbreaking sobs not knowing how to comfort her properly. “The whole world could turn against you but I will always be proud to call you my dad. You're the whole reason I exist."

Without warning, the emotional dam bursts open, years of pent-up grief and rage poured from the depths of his soul into his current reality. Mirai chuckled, carefully wiping away both of their tears with a tissue as she avoided the delicate bruised area of his eye. “A crybaby like always, Dad. I'm definitely your daughter, hm?"

He paused, reflecting on his original reason for being able to jump in between timelines. Mirai should have not been granted the ability unless she must have experienced death or found a separate trigger of some sort. “If you’re a time leaper too, then... Is your future corrupted as well? Did something go wrong?"

"Far from it," Mirai stated, retrieving her cellphone and scrolling through her camera roll, showing him endless of images of his friends and newfound family. Draken and Emma are married. Mitsuya and the Shiba siblings are traveling the world. Chifuyu and Kazutora are running the pet shop. Inui and Kokonoi have reconnected. Naoto and Hina are both out of harm's way.

Mikey... Where's Mikey?

Takemichi's determination has returned at full force.

"My time's up," Mirai pouted, glancing at her beeping watch before engulfing Takemichi in her arms. Her touch feels so familiar, it brings him comfort during such a troubling time. He wants to know more about Mirai's timeline, how he managed to create such a flawless scenario, what needed to be done in order to achieve it. At the same time, he wants to savor this moment and relish in the tranquility of connecting someone so close yet so far away.

"Oh yeah, Uncle Mikey wanted me to give you this note," Mirai said, extending her hand bearing the gift from the future. Takemichi's pale blue irises welled up with tears once again at the sound of his friend's name knowing he must be alive and safe. She bid him goodbye before completely disappearing within a moment's breath.

He opened the letter as soon he was positive that he was completely alone, carefully analyzing the simple message attached the flimsy piece of paper inside. There's a photo inside of Mikey and Takemichi, both flashing overjoyed smiles as they both hold up a peace sign in the camera's frame.

You did it, hero.

Thank you for saving me.

ʙᴀᴊɪ

“Keisuke, where on earth are you?”

Baji, your notorious forgetful boyfriend, was always chronically late to all of your dates and today was no exception. This time he had set a new record by being over forty-five minutes late to your pre-scheduled hangout at the nearby arcade. He refused to answer any and all of your text messages and calls, going to straight to delivered or voicemail each time you attempted to reach him.

Time to check his location.

Keisuke would never ignore you on purpose, a fact you knew deep down, he was just a scattered brained fool who loves to stick his nose in other people's lives or in this case, a playground fight with some elementary schoolers. "If I ever see you pick on this kid again, I'll strip you naked and send you home all fucked up!"

His battered victims ran away from him in terror, swearing that they would tell their parents and get him in trouble. He could give two shits less about the consequences of his actions as long as he knew he had saved an innocent little boy. He turned to face the terrified child hiding under the slide, coaxing him to come out. "I'm not gonna hurt 'ya. Just makin' sure you're okay, yeah?"

The boy sniffled, slowly crawling out of the play area before running up and latching onto Baji's leg. "Thank you, Papa."

"You can call me Keisuke," He corrected.

"Papa." The boy reaffirmed, tightening his grip on his pants.

His moment of peace was shattered as soon as he heard the sound of your furious voice. Your boyfriend's face paled once he made direct eye contact with your fuming figure, steadily approaching him with balled up fists. "Keisuke, I finally found you! Seriously, send me a text next time you're going to have me waiting for over a fucking hour. It's not that hard to communicate with me."

"Easy there, sweetheart." Baji waved off your complaints, pointing up towards the little boy sitting on his shoulders. “Some snot nosed brats picking on this little guy here, I taught them a lesson.”

Goodness, he was so adorable. Short and with chubby cheeks and the cutest pair of chocolate-colored doe eyes you had ever seen. He clung onto Baji like a baby koala, periodically running his tiny fingers through his long hair. “Whose kid is this? Is he a cousin of yours?”

“He's not mine. I never bothered to ask,” He answered, placing the little boy on his shoulders on the ground as he held onto his hand. A sheepish grin illuminated Baji's features as he pointed towards the little one who merely stared off into space. “Just brought him with me, is that okay?”

You sighed at his response, shaking your head at the stupid idea he had thought of before slapping him upside the head. Baji cried out at your actions, demanding to know why you had struck him. “Kei, I love you. I really do but… you’re such an idiot sometimes. We need to help him find his parents.”

You crouched down to the child's height, switching to a much softer voice in order to avoid frightening him any further. “Hi buddy, are you okay? Did this weirdo scare you?”

“Mama!” He squealed, tugging on your skirt with grabby hands as he gestured for you to pick him up. “Papa was so cool, he beat up all those jerks in ten seconds.”

Baji let out an amused chuckle, ruffling the boy's hair as a nervous grin crept up his cheeks. He almost seemed embarrassed by the fact that he was being so soft around the child. “The kid keeps calling me ‘Papa’, I think it’s kinda cute.”

The little boy stared up at the both of you before making a bold statement. “You’re Hiro's Mama and Papa!”

"Of course, sweetheart." You joked along, assuming he must be playing some sort of game. Baji could only smirk at how motherly you had become in the span of five minutes, thinking about how one day he would surely wife you up. "Is that your name? What are your parents' names?”

Hiro nodded, pointing at both of you. “Keisuke and Y/N, that’s you two. I think, are you them?”

Before you had a chance to speak, a panicked teenager approached the scene, crying out towards the toddler. “Hiro! Oh my god, there you are!”

Baji nudged your side, curiously staring at the approaching stranger while comparing your appearance to hers. There was an extremely close resemblance between the both of you, it was like looking into a mirror. “Hey babe, she looks just like you, that’s trippy as fuck!”

“I am so sorry,” The young girl said, frantically mumbling apologies while she embraced the child in her arms and spun him around. She scolded him for running off on his own before turning her attention onto the two of you. “Did he give you any trouble? I turned around for like five seconds and he was gone.”

“I’m okay, big sis.” Hiro said, grasping Baji’s hand with his smaller one and reaching out for yours as well. He felt comfortable with “Mama and Papa took really good care of me.” Her worried eyes flickered from her younger brother to both you and Baji. She hesitated before speaking again, nervously wringing her hands together. ”Hiro, how much did you tell them?”

Hiro avoided his sister's stare, unwilling to admit he had just revealed an important secret. His hazel irises glistened with tears as he hid his face in his hands along with the soft whispers of his meek little voice. “I, uh… everything. Hiro is sorry, big sis.”

She rolled her eyes at him, a frustrated sigh slipping past her lips as she cleared her throat in anticipation. “Okay, we’re going to sound like hella insane but we’re your kids.” She set the younger boy down, motioning for him to face forward. “Introduce yourself, munchkin.”

Hiro bowed as straight as he could, proudly presenting himself to his parents. “Nice to meet you, I’m Hiro Baji. I’m five!” His older sister followed up with her own polite introduction, avoiding the bewildered stare she was receiving from you. “I’m Kaoru Baji. I’m thirteen, we’re from the future.”

Baji shook your shoulders in pure bliss, sharp canines flashing brightly as he marveled at the pair. Meanwhile, your head was spinning as you tried to understand the situation at hand. There was no way this was happening. “Babe, are you hearing this? We’re going to have kids together.”

“Chill out, Papa.” Kaoru warned, placing a worried hand on your hand on your shoulder. You stiffened under her touch, too freaked out to utter a word other than letting out a panicked squeak. She immediately noticed your discomfort and backed away, grabbing her brother by the hand and slowly fading away. "Hiro and I need to leave. We'll be back soon!"

You blinked, finding the courage to speak after the shock had finally passed, slightly disappointed that you may have hurt the children's feelings. "Wait, what!? No, please stay!"

Baji flashed his signature smile at you, swallowing your frame in his arms as he pulled you in close. "Should I buy you a ring now, or do you want me to start calling you wifey?"

It was supposed to be a sweet moment, but it was too soon for you to be thinking about things such as marriage. God knows what in the actual hell had just taken place. "You'd be late your own wedding, Keisuke. I should break up with you, I really should.”

He gasped at your response, offended that you would ever joke about something like that. “Is that any way to speak to your future husband?”

You sighed, dragging him along to get started with your long-awaited date. “We’re not married!”

“Not yet.”

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Hey hope you’re eating and drinking enough water. I wanna request a Izana, Kakucho, Hamna, Ran, and Rindou (Tenjiku time) meeting their future kids. Thank you, hope you have a nice week and pass your exams.

ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴋɪᴅꜱ

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚, 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮, 𝐑𝐚𝐧, 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨, 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟? (𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤?)

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭… 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞!

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬! 𝐈 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐈 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐃-𝟏𝟗.

Part 2

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚

Someone’s watching us.

“Hey.” You glanced up at your preoccupied boyfriend as he stared down the empty hallway of your apartment building. It would be lying to say you hadn't felt someone's gaze on you two all evening, especially when Izana had taken you out to dinner earlier. “Is something wrong?”

Izana shook his head in response, softly caressing your cheek as a tight-lipped smile replaced his concerned expression. He would never voice his restless thoughts in fear of making you worry; it was his duty to keep you safe at all costs. “Nothing at all, sweetheart. It’s late, get some sleep.”

Uneasiness crept up your spine at the way he dodged your question, never dropping the tension lingering in his brow. A crack of thunder could be heard approaching in the distance, signaling the impending storm would be rolling in sometime during the night in which Izana would not be present. “Do you want to stay over? It's going to rain soon.”

“Tomorrow, pretty girl.” Izana replied, placing a chaste peck on your forehead. His heart ached at the sight of your teary eyes, wanting him to change his decision and indulge your needy request. “Cheer up. I have early morning plans with Kakucho, don’t wanna wake you. I promise to spoil you all day tomorrow.”

The unsettling prick of surveillance cuts through the atmosphere once again and this time Izana cannot brush it off. The looming threat needed to be neutralized as soon as possible. He nearly walked off without saying a word until he felt your warm embrace latching onto his turned back, grounding him back to reality.

“I love you, Izana.” You whispered, hugging him one last time before entering your apartment and bidding him goodnight. Those affectionate words always caused his heartbeat to quicken and spasm no matter how many times you’ve exchanged them over the past couple of months.

“I know.”

Icy droplets littered the isolated streets, pounding against the concrete as Izana's footsteps echoed through the alleyway. He had noticed the second set of steps following close behind as soon as he had he left your apartment complex. They matched his pace, direction and rhythm, it was eerie how within the next minute, they went silent.

Serves them right, I really did not want to kill anyone tonight.

Tenjiku's homebase was abandoned for the evening as the meeting to discuss the upcoming battle with Toman would not be until tomorrow morning. Izana relaxed at the feeling of being alone for once, despite how much he had grown to hate loneliness as a child, it brought comfort when he needed it the most. The empire he had strived to build was right before him, subordinates ready to carry out his orders left and right and impenetrable team of ruthless fighters eager to defend the King's will.

Izana's pleasant daydream was cut short with a sharp impact coming in from his side. He managed to block the blow with his forearm, sending a defensive kick towards the attacker who easily dodged the incoming assault.

“You’re a real bastard for leaving Mom all by herself,” The intruder muttered, cradling his aching fist as he backed away from his overpowered victim. The malice in his voice increased as he spoke once again, this time bringing someone else into the conversation. “She hates thunderstorms especially when she’s alone.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Izana fired back, walking towards his target. “How the hell did you get here? Answer me before I beat the shit out of you.”

A carbon copy of Izana, practically identical with a few distinct features, the familiarity bothered him, it was as if he had recognized the boy’s face from long ago. “I’m your son, dumbass.”

Izana scoffed, pushing him against the wall as he wrapped a deadly hand around the boy's throat, squeezing down on his windpipe as a sadistic grin ran across his features. “That’s impossible, I don’t have any kids. Not any to be as old as you are.”

“S-She named me after you," The mysterious boy choked out, gripping at Izana's arm, too weak to fight back and free himself. “My name... is Ren Kurokawa!” He continued, narrowing his pale violet irises at Izana. They're devoid of life, instead a cloud of poison reflects from those beautiful irises, shaking Izana to his core. Such a hateful expression should never be seen in a child’s eyes. “I’m 15, born in the year 2XXX. Y/N L/N is my mother. You, Izana Kurokawa, are my father.”

“That’s my earring, where did you get it?” Izana questioned, freeing Ren and reaching out to examine the cherished accessory before his hand was violently slapped away.

“M-Mom gave me this earring,” Ren coughed, struggling to regulate his breathing after nearly suffocating at his father's murderous hands. “It’s important to her. She made me promise to keep it safe.”

Izana finds himself falling in love with you even more, infatuated with the fact you will both eventually share a child together. He's done it. He's found his family. He has created his perfect future.

“I want to show you something, come with me.” Izana ordered, dragging Ren along the endless space of his kingdom. It was comforting to know he could have someone follow in his footsteps, carry on his legacy, to continue his life’a mission if he were ever

“What is this place?”

Izana's eyes shined with pride, arms extending high and wide to present the fruits of his hard work. “One of Tenjiku’s hideouts. Our main base of operations, if you will."

"This is where the Tokyo Manji Gang will face Tenjiku..." Ren concluded, stumbling upon the realization of what past timeline he stumbled into.

“A war is going to break out soon, Ren. It’s a predetermined victory. This battle’s victory belongs to Tenjiku. Toman will be crushed, and Mikey will fall. I will end everything here. Unlike the people in my life, I promised Y/N I would come back to her after this, we're going to build a golden future together."

"Will you though?" Ren sighed at the determination present on his father's face, knowing there was nothing in the world he could say to stop his plans. The future is predetermined, trying to fix it would risk changing the timeline he originated from. "You should call off the fight... people are going to die. Are you okay with that?"

Izana turned to face Ren, a bittersweet grin illuminating his manic eyes as he patted the boy on the head. A sickening chill ran up Ren’s spine at the way Izana presented himself with such unwavering pride and strength. "I will trample over anyone threatens to ruin my success. One day, this will be yours, Ren."

The scattered pieces finally come together, the reason why Izana is not present in any of your future pictures dated after this specific conflict. He was a destined casualty, fated to be killed by one of his own comrades. Izana was unknowingly walking into his own deathtrap. The endless lectures he received from you suddenly made sense, discouraging him from engaging in gang related activity or delinquent behavior.

"Ren, please stop looking for trouble. As your mother, I hate cleaning up your wounds when you come home. You act just like your father when he was your age."

“Don't compare me to that bastard. How can you still love the man that left you all alone, Mom? I would never forgive him.”

“One day you’ll understand, Ren.” You sigh, wiping away the dirt and dried blood from your son's bruised cheek as he awaits your harsh scolding. Instead, he comes face to face with a longing smile on your visage, a line of tears skimming along your lash line. “Izana's love is always around me; I can feel it every time I wake up and every time I go to sleep. Your father left a part of himself behind, something for me to nurture and grow with.”

“How so?” Ren scoffs, wincing as you patch up up his torn up knuckles.

A cloud of gloominess occupies the space in your glimmering irises, the curve of your smile falters as you reaffirm your own thoughts. “I have you! My precious baby boy, I promise your Dad loves you. He would’ve done anything to be here with us… he wanted to be with us.”

Kakucho enters the living room, noting the tension between mother and son and the wavering tone in your voice. “W-Would you mind finishing up for me? I need to get started on dinner.”

Ren knows he’s hurt your feelings, it was apparent with the way you avoided his piercing gaze, for if you stared into them too long, Izana’s face would manifest right before you. The tears would begin to flow once again and he would be faced with having to help his mother cope with her grief again.

The pair sits in silence, not a single word being exchanged until the older man speaks up. "People followed Izana because they respected him not because they feared him.”

Ren let out a dry laugh, disregarding the curious glance his uncle spares him. “Respect, my ass. He was a selfish bastard who never made it home to his so called ‘love-of-his-life’, leaving her to mourn his death in solitude.”

“Your father made me promise to watch over your mother, Ren.” Kakucho replies, continuing the cleanup as the child passively listened to his voice. “When I found out Y/N was expecting you, my priority became raising you to be the man Izana would have wanted you to be.”

Ren shakes his head in disbelief, unable to believe his father could have made such a selfless decision considering how manic he was. “You always defend him, Uncle Kaku. I have a right to be upset, you know! He made Mom carry a crippling burden all on her own. I hate that man, if I were to ever meet him… I’d punch him straight in the face.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Ren.” Kakucho warns, tightening the bandage on the adolescent’s hand. A sympathetic expression washes over his face as he heads towards the kitchen, signaling Ren to follow. “You never know if it’ll come true.”

Ren turned his attention back to the conversation, coming to terms with the fact this would soon become a distant memory. A form of necessary closure, an opportunity to speak with the man he once presumed to hate and now came to admire, just a bit. “My time is up, Izana."

"Y/N and I..." Izana whispered, a tinge of anxiety lacing his words as he presented his question. "Are we still in love in the future? Am I making her happy?"

Ren nodded, his voice softening as he “You’re gonna love each other until the day you die.”

"Right..." Izana paused, a soft smile dances on the curve of his lips. Somehow the answer is reassuring yet comes as a subtle warning of sorts. His heart weighs heavy in his chest as if to advise that no more information should be discovered. “Maybe I don’t need to know any more than that.”

“I wish I could say the same, Dad.” Your son returned the gesture, biting back the tears forming in his orchid eyes as he waved goodbye to the man he would never reunite with. The man who was responsible for his existence, the man who laid down his life to keep his beloved

"One more thing!" Ren shouted as he began to disappear, running towards Izana's outstretched hand. Their hands meet for a moment before brushing through the air like strands of wind being carried along in the breeze.

"Don't trust Kisaki and Hanma... please."

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮

“Daddy’s here!”

Two minutes ago, Rindou Haitani was sure as hell he had no children of his own. Right now, he’s questioning his entire existence and decisions made up until this point in time. Especially when there’s a tiny preschooler latching onto him in hysterics and claiming him as his father.

“Hey, who let this little brat in here!?” Rindou screeched as he motioned to the child clinging to his boot, shaking him back and forth in an effort to get rid of him. Another Tenjiku subordinate attempted to remove the boy from Rindou’s leg but was met with a fierce bite on the hand.

Children are terrifying.

The child pawed at his uniform, making little grabby hands towards Rindou in an attempt to climb up his leg. "Daddy, play with Hikaru. "

Rindou was confused, terrified and downright nauseous at the way the child clung to him. He’s not fond of kids, he's not the fatherly type, he's not even in a relationship. "Do I look like your Daddy, you brat!?"

"You are my Daddy." Hikaru answered brightly, pointing to his hair and his uniform. He stared up at the younger Haitani as if he were in the presence of a celebrity, giggling and squealing as he elaborated on the statement. “Mama said Daddy used to have cotton candy hair and that he was in a super scary gang!"

Unfortunately, the boy was right about both of those things. Except who the fuck knows so much about his personal life?

Rindou pushed the child away, backing up to create distance between the two of them. He shuddered at the idea of having a child, especially now considering how needy and grubby they are. The more he observed the little monster, the more he realized there was a close resemblance. “I ain’t your dad, kid. Shoo, shoo!”

Hikaru fell onto his back, pouting at Rindou's harsh words as incoming tears welled up in his violet hues before bursting into loud sobs. He curled himself up into a tiny ball, glancing in between the crowd for some comfort as his cries intensified. "Mama! I want my Mama!"

"No, no, no. Don't cry!" Rindou huffed, caving in and picking up the bratty child, lightly patting his back in order to soothe his temper tantrum. If this is what parenting is like, Rindou is holding off from having his kids anytime soon. “Ugh, fuck... Who’s your mom, kid?”

“Mama’s name is Y/N...” Hikaru sniffled, a light trail of snot now coating Rindou's uniform, much to his growing disgust. A fiery arrow of shock pierced Rindou's mind, his thoughts were scattered, palms sweaty as he struggled to form words. The pounding his chest was beginning to become overwhelming as he processed the weight behind the child's words. "I want Mama. Where's Mama?"

This is Y/N's brat. This is my brat. This is our brat? Holy fuck, we have a brat. This is a joke; this has to be some sick ass joke Ran must have planned.

“Rindou!" Ran shouted in the background, approaching the chaotic scene unfolding before him as he glanced between Hikaru and his presumed father. “I have a nephew and you never told me? I’m so hurt.”

The younger Haitani scoffed at his brother’s words ignoring the fake tears littering Ran’s cheeks as he started playing with the boy. “I do not have a kid, Ran!”

Ran pointed at Hikaru in disbelief before covering the little one’s ears and raising his voice once again. “Rindou, he’s literally the spitting image of you as a kid. I see some of Y/N’s features in there too. You two make adorable children.”

Rindou sighed, the rosy tint on his face burning brighter than the sun. The farthest boundary Rindou has crossed was holding your hand, as friends. He still struggled with finding a perfect opportunity to properly ask you out. "Y/N and I are not together. I haven’t even touched her like that. She’s my best friend.”

Ran smirked, a teasing glint illuminating his devious expression. “Still haven’t made a move, Rindou? Better hurry before I drop by and whisk her away.”

Hikaru now tugged on Ran’s jacket, turning his attention to the older Haitani as he reached out for him. His cute lavender irises matched the pouty expression on his sweet little face. “Uncle Ran, carry Hikaru! Carry Hikaru, please!”

Rindou’s heart churned in delight at how easily Ran accepted the child’s demands. He was always the best older brother when they were growing up, patient, strong, and gentle.

Most of the time…

Ran gushed as the child played with his braids, wincing as soon as he tugged on them with a brutal force. “Aw... He’s just like you, Rindou. You always wanted to be carried as a kid. How old are you, little guy?"

His nephew held up his hand, signaling the age he "Hikaru is five, gonna be six soon!"

The lingering Tenjiku members fought back snickers at the soft aura radiating from the Haitani brothers. The duo who was supposed to be known for ruining lives and murdering a notorious gang leader in their youth was playing house with a random little boy.

Rindou narrowed his eyes at the group, pointing Ran's baton at them as he threatened them with an incoming punishment. “Next person who laughs is getting their joints realigned, motherfuckers!"

The watch on Hikaru's tiny wrist beeped as if to warn the child that his time was up. "Hikaru has to go... Bye-bye Daddy! Bye-Bye Uncle Ran!"

Just like that, Hikaru was gone. Back to his own timeline.

"What the actual fuck just happened?"

Ran chuckled, elbowing his younger brother and handing him his cellphone, conveniently opened on your contact profile. "I think we just met your future son. I'd say this is perfect time to confess, hm?"

Rindou’s romantic feelings towards you are a well-kept secret, mostly well-kept considering Ran is the only person aware of the situation. His shaky breaths echoed over the phone as he waited for you to answer on the other end of the line, relaxing once he heard your sleepy voice ask if he was okay. “Y/N, it’s Rindou. I know it’s late, sorry. Can I come over? I need to tell you something… it’s important.”

𝐑𝐚𝐧

“Papa! Oh my god, I found you."

Ran Haitani is not an oblivious fool, he was aware he was being followed all throughout the day, by a young girl, nonetheless. What reasoning was is unknown, what her idenity a

"You're not very smart." Ran toyed with his braids, an amused chuckle escaping his chest as he watched the madness unfold. “You can’t just waltz in here without expecting a fight, little lady.”

The teenage girl scoffed, stepping forward a few feet as she argued in her defense. Her face flared up with a scarlet hue, a mix of fury and humilation lacing her voice as she spoke. “It’s Momo! Your daughter, the light of your life, your little girl?”

Rindou chuckled, whistling over his Tenjiku subordinates and pointing in the direction of the intruder. The men obediently followed their superior's orders, stalking towards the source of their troubles. “She’s fuckin’ insane, bro. Get her, boys."

“I’m not crazy, let go of me!”

Ran hummed, amused with what he was hearing and deciding to indulge her claims. “Prove it, sweetheart. Any potential daughter of mine should know how to fight, yeah?”

“Mom was right about you two being complete idiots!” Momo huffed, kicking and biting at her captors before pulling a baton out of her left boot. The first round of opponents stepped forward, believing a quick ambush would be enough to stop a girl her size, it would be an easy victory.

Or so they thought.

Ran and Rindou watched in disbelief as she took them down with ease, weaving her way through her attackers with an elegance they had never witnessed before. She knew how to subdue multiple targets, locking the joints of her opponents and breaking their limbs within seconds, a technique which Rindou was famously recognized for.

Momo stomped towards the brothers, gracefully swinging the weapon at the Tenjiku members who dared to lunge at her. Her fighting style definitely mirrored Ran's own defensive stance, the fire blazing in her lilac irises reflected pure malice. “Want me to prove myself, Papa? Uncle Rin-Rin has two moles and a scar on his left buttcheek that literally makes a smiley face.”

Rindou’s fiery temper flared up at the statement, glaring menacingly at his older brother, the only one who knew about his most initiate secrets. “How the fuck does she know that!?”

A sadistic grin illuminated her features, similar to her father's when he knows he's won the fight. “Papa, you have Mom’s initials tattooed in between your ring finger! She has yours on her wrist.”

Ran walked into the ongoing feud, too intrigued to have the bloodshed continue any longer. His subordinates parted like the sea, clearing a path between the eldest Haitani and the intruder. "Stand down, gentlemen. I'm gonna have a chat with the girly."

It was true, Ran did have your initials inked in between his digits as well. Rindou’s butt did in fact have a smiley face on it. She could fight on her own as well as they could, even mixing their distinct fighting styles into her own original form. Could this girl be what they call a time traveler?

Momo sighed, pulling a cellphone out of her pocket and handing it over to Ran’s curious hand. “Here. Check my phone, there’s tons of pictures of us in there.”

“Uh… Are you serious?” Ran asked, suspiciously inspecting the device as if it were a bomb. He opened the photos app, paneling through his daughter’s selfies until he came across a family photo. “Holy fuck, that’s Y/N! My girl and I are still going strong, Rin.”

“Ew…” Rindou shuddered, glancing between his brother and his newfound niece. Her appearance was pure Haitani genetics mixed perfectly with your own features, a lovely combination of both of her attractive parents. “Never figured you’d have a kid, big bro. She got Y/N's pretty face, though.”

“This is why Uncle Rin-Rin is still single.” Momo clicked her tongue in distaste at the comment, ignoring the way Rindou flicked her off at her remark. “Shallow as ever.”

"My wifey is going to be the hottest MILF out there," Ran boasted, swiping through the pictures on the device before showing Rindou an image of an older woman, you, on her wedding day with Ran.

An irritated voice cut in, impatiently tapping her foot on the ground as the beeping on her watch warned of her time limit. She pointed her baton at the pair, motioning for them to hand over the phone. “Do you believe me now? I’m your daughter, Momo Haitani. Sixteen, blood type O, Gemini.”

Ran gazed over at his daughter, accepting the claim she had made earlier as the truth. It was interesting, to say the least, to meet his future child despite how annoying she may be. “You’re a Haitani, little lady. Tell me, where exactly did you come from?”

“Long story, not enough time.” Momo answered before jumping and hugging Ran and Rindou as she began to return to her own timeline. The brothers were stunned at the way she slowly faded away, a knowing smirk highlighting her features. “It was nice to meet you in your delinquent days, Papa! I just don’t understand how Mom fell for you in that tacky outfit.”

Ran frowned at the comment, offended that his own daughter would insult him. “Excuse me…? You’re grounded, little lady.”

Momo smirked, shrugging her shoulders and sticking her tongue out in response"I look forward to my punishment in sixteen years, Papa. Take care!"

Rindou snorted at his brother's statement, gagging at how fatherly he had grown in the last fifteen minutes. “Bro, you scolded her just like a parent.”

“Might as well start practicing, hm?”

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨

"Let me get this straight... I'm your father?"

The child before him nodded her head at the statement, giddiness radiating from her tiny body as Kakucho offered her an anxious smile in return. "Yes, but in a really, really, really long time. It's nice to meet you, Daddy."

Kakucho's day was going relatively fine until he was approached by the young girl standing before him on his way to your house. He was roped into an intense conversation with the child regarding his personal information before being accused of being her father. "Okay, this is some kind of joke, right? Let's go find your parents, yeah?"

Kakucho offered her his hand in an attempt to walk her to the nearest police station, conveniently located in the direction of your neighborhood which was his intended destination in the first place. "What's your name, little one?"

“Arisa, Arisa Hitto! I'm seven years old. Is that your Tenjiku uniform, Daddy? Mommy tells me bedtime stories about Tenjiku's kingdom, she’s the princess and Daddy is the handsome prince that saves her! I'm the magical fairy who helps Daddy with his mission.”

No doubt about it, this was his daughter. She's practically his twin in terms of appearance, minus the scar. However, the timeframe does not make one ounce of sense. Kakucho's had his share of flings but not any long enough to conceive a child around Arisa's age.

He's relieved that whoever his future spouse is lied about the real origins behind Tenjiku's reality, turning it into a fairytale of sorts.

“Mommy?” Kakucho questioned, curious to know what his future wife is like. Currently, there are no women on Kakucho's mind nor has he dated anyone recently. "Arisa, can you tell me... What is she like?"

Arisa's pupils increased in size, practically consuming the whites of her eyes as she began to gush about her mother. Her short arms flailed with every description she gave, becoming more and more excited with each sentence that escaped her lips. Arisa's dynamic nature reminded him of a certain someone, but he had yet to figure out exactly who he was thinking of.

"Oh gosh! Mommy is the prettiest lady in the world... I want to be a beautiful lady like her when I'm older. She cooks tasty meals, tucks me in and gives me lots and lots of kisses. She gives Daddy kisses too, don't be jealous, okay? OH! She really, really, really loves karaoke and coffee jelly; we go every Friday after you come home from work."

"Is that so?" He chuckled, giving her hand a little squeeze in affirmation.

"Uh-huh!" Arisa beamed, continuing her endless rambles as Kakucho listened on. "She loves to tell me bedtime stories. Mommy said she liked Daddy for a long time before he noticed.”

A secret admirer? There's no way. Kakucho's dating life is practically non-existent considering Tenjiku and Izana are his current priority. However, a tiny shred of hope lingered in his soul regarding his one-sided crush towards one gorgeous girl: you.

His best friend, the woman of his dreams, the only other person he would be willing to lay down his soul for, the girl who keeps him awake at night. Maybe one day he would confess his feelings properly instead of sending mixed signals and teetering on the blurred lines of friend or lover.

Kakucho found himself in front of your house instead of the police station.

"Hey there!" As if on cue, you approached the pair, the small child immediately catching your attention as you greeted her politely. Arisa's calmness flew out the window as soon as she locked eyes with you, begging to be played with and indulged. You obediently picked her up and swung her around at her request. “Kakucho, who’s this? She’s so adorable, you never told me you had a little sister!”

Kakucho has no family, a fact he has yet to share with you, but that would be a tale for another time. Right now, he's preoccupied with watching the current interaction take place. He tried to fumble for an explanation that would sound somewhat believable without turning him into a potential creep. “She’s not. I don’t know..."

The child beat him to it, noting the chaotic way her future father tangled up his words. Her quick thinking was definitely something she must have inherited from you. “I got lost, Mister Kakucho helped me find my way back to my house. My name is Arisa. What's yours, pretty lady?"

The compliment had you flustered beyond belief, Kakucho admired the way you squealed at the little one's words, a tiny grin dancing across his lips. "Oh my gosh, you're the cutest little girl ever! My name is Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you. Do you want a treat?"

Kakucho found himself outside the nearby convenience store with Arisa as they waited for you to return with the treats you promised to buy, claiming it would only be a five-minute wait.

“Mommy’s so pretty,” Arisa sighed, a dreamy expression fluttering across her innocent face.

“Yes, she is…” Kakucho blurted out, backtracking as soon as he realized exactly what the hell she just said. “Huh?! Y/N’s your mother!?”

Arisa laughed at the panicked expression consuming Kakucho's composure. Children never understand the weight behind their actions, of course. "Why are you acting shy. Daddy? You and Mommy kiss all the time. It's yucky!"

Kakucho covered his face with his hand, hiding the scarlet red flush blooming across his skin. He fanned himself repeatedly as he saw your figure approaching the register, signaling you would be coming out soon. "Hush, Arisa. She'll hear you."

"You like Mommy, right Daddy?"

Kakucho held back the urge to deny his feelings, attempting to convince himself that you would never reciprocate. There was no way you could love a damaged man like him, nor bear his child in the future. The friendship you shared was intimate, yes. However, you never expressed any sort of romantic attraction towards him, right?

'Mommy said she liked Daddy for a long time before he noticed.'

Arisa reached out and grasped Kakucho's hands, staring deep into his soul as her face turned serious. She was wise beyond her years, a trait she must have picked up from him. “You should tell Mommy you like her. She taught me it’s not okay to keep secrets from people you love. Promise to tell her, 'kay?”

In the blink of an eye, Arisa disappeared from existence, presumably back to the proper future she came from. Kakucho was too stunned to speak, still questioning if he was living in reality instead of being indulged in a mind-boggling dream. Today's events have been a whirlwind of emotions and something he would likely never recover from.

"I'm back and I bought coffee jelly!" You cheered, holding up a tiny grocery bag full of goodies from the convenience store. He watched as you scanned the area, clearly in search of the tiny companion accompanying him earlier. "Kaku, where's the little one?"

"She went home," Kakucho lied, hoping you would believe another fabricated story instead of prying any further. The bummed expression on his face tugged at his heartstrings, soon replaced with a more delighed one as he shyly extended his hand out to you. "Do you want to have a movie night?"

"Yes! I missed hanging out with my bestie!" You gently laced your fingers with his, crossing another line Kakucho was overjoyed to be experiencing with you. "Arisa was super sweet... Maybe we'll run into her again sometime soon."

"I'm sure we will."

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚

"I need to grab something from the store really quick. Want anything, Shuji?"

Hanma parked the roaring motorcycle, allowing you to slide off the seat as he turned to face you. He lit the last cigarette left in his coat pocket, gingerly blowing some of the foul smoke into your face much to your disgust. "Some more cigs, baby. I'm starting to get jittery over here."

"Those things are going to kill you one day,” You said, flicking his forehead at the way he rolled his eyes at your remark. He always loved the way you showed your concern through physical touch, no matter how much of an annoyance it could be. “Wait for me, okay?”

Tokyo's streets are full of all types of people: students, salarymen, parents, teachers. Everyone is hustling to catch the train, beat traffic, commute to work or school, rushing to catch up with the quickening pace of their lives. As mundane as it is, there's a pleasant aura that surrounds these kinds of individuals who carelessly go on about their days, without a care in the world for people other than themselves. Their choices carry little to no impact on the way society functions, instead becoming part of the crowd of the ones who reap its everlasting benefits.

Gang members and fugitives are not granted a normal life.

Dating a delinquent such as Shuji Hanma means you have to be quick on your feet, an incredible, a loyal partner and a passionate lover. Finding him close to death in a backway alley after work nearly nine months ago was the start of your budding relationship. A chaotic one, yes, but there was real love brewing within the confines of each other's unconventional hearts and souls.

Hanma views the world through a grey scale lens, finding no meaning to life since death was always a looming afterthought in the back of his mind. He regrets dragging you into his growing mess, knowing you could be imprisoned for harboring a fugitive. He knows this journey will ruin you, poison you, corrupt you but it's a fact you immediately accepted upon embarking in unfamiliar territory with him.

The unsettling tinge of an existential crisis looms over his shoulders, nipping at the confines of his cluttered mind. “Am I going to continue this dull life every day until the day I die?”

A slight tug on his pants brings his attention back to the present, coming in contact with a pair of golden gilded eyes. A young girl, presumably around the age of seven, stared up at him with such a perfect example of pure adoration in her innocent orbs that it nearly made him sick. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”

Hanma shook off the child, patting her tiny little hand with a gentleness normally reserved for you. He may not be fond of small humans, but he knows how to handle them in certain dosages. “I’m definitely not your dad, sweetheart.”

The girl only giggled in response, climbing onto his motorcycle before he could protest and strapping on the spare helmet. “Daddy, stop being silly. I wanna go for a ride.”

Hanma blinked, removing the stray kid from his bike as he peered down at her curious expression. She felt comfortable enough to touch a stranger's belongings, seriously? Whoever is raising her is doing a shit job of parenting. “Right… You lost or something, pipsqueak?”

Before the child could answer, she jumped off the motorbike and rushed towards your approaching figure. “Mama!”

Being addressed like that definitely caught you by surprise especially when a small pair of arms wrapped around your legs. You glanced at your delinquent boyfriend and the child next to him, seemingly putting the pieces together. Hanma could see the vein on your forehead start to pulse, signaling your pissed off temper. “Shuji, whose child did you kidnap for this prank? Take her back, now.”

Hanma sighed, a bit of disappointment tracing across his face as he gave you a pout. “Have some faith in me, dollface. I would never do anything heinous like that. I'm just as confused as you are."

Says the wanted man who is on the run for murder.

You crouched down to the child's height and offered her a kind smile in contrast to Hanma's deranged one. “Honey, do you know this man? Did he say anything weird to you? I can help find your parents or take you to a police box.”

The young girl tilted her head in response, brows furrowed together while trying to understand the hesitation alluding from your nervous expression. “Mama, it’s just Daddy! Why are you acting weird? It's me, Reika.”

"M-Mama?" You stammered, a light chuckle of anxiety escaping from your lips. It was too early in the day to play along with whatever elaborate scheme your boyfriend had come up with. "Okay, sweet girl. I think you have us confused for someone else."

Reika stomped her tiny foot on the ground in protest, declaring once again that Shuji and you are her parents, she is a time leaper and she wanted to come meet the younger version of them. Hanma merely nodded along, being the most composed one out of the trio as you attempted to process whose actual child this was because there was no way in hell time leaping is real.

"Look here!" She exclaimed, pointing at the chain secured around her neck latched around a gold locket. Inside the jewelry was a picture of Hanma and you, older but still recognizable, cuddling the child standing before you.

The proof was authentic, Reika was a living being, she is your time leaping daughter.

Hanma was the first to speak, picking up the child and swinging her around in pure glee, much to your surprise. The shit-eating grin on his face only grew wider as you became flustered at the mischievous expression on his face. “Holy shit, you really are our brat! Mama and I did a great fuckin' job, huh? ♡”

You were quick to silence your silence your boyfriend out of embarrassment and the fact he was defiling the child's innocent mind with his foul mouth. “Shuji! Cover her ears if you're going to be acting like a degenerate.”

“Sorry baby,” Hanma apologized, pecking your cheek as a form of a quick apology. Reika gagged at the affection being shared between her caregivers, still in the age of thinking boy carry cooties and are disgusting. “Well, we’re your parents, pipsqueak. What do ya think of your Mama and Daddy?"

"So cool!" Reika grinned, placing a tiny peck on each of your cheeks before waving goodbye and slowly fading away. Hanma ruffled her hair as she pouted about his future self continuing the annoying habit. “I really wanted to meet you two! I have to go now; my time is up.”

An agonizing groan erupted from your throat as you clung to your boyfriend in support. The encounter had your mind running in circles over the fact you just experienced of one the universe's most insane adventures. “What just happened? Did we really just meet our future daughter? Oh god, I have a headache, I need a nap.”

"Relax, babe. I'll take care of you." Hanma’s inked hands looped around your waist, pawing at the plush skin of your hips. His hot breath fanned the sensitive shell of your ear as he spoke, a sultry tone coating his next words. “Wanna go home and get a head start on the baby? ♡”

“Shuji!”

Turns out Hanma’s life wouldn’t be so dull after all.

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