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fueledbysano · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. Manjiro Sano

♱ commissioned work for my beloved @half-baked-biscuit's sweet oc ♡

♱ pairing: Jishin x Manjiro Sano

♱ content: fluff, angst, slow burn.

♱ a/n: Biscuit! thank you so much for letting me write this sweet character 🥹

The Black Dragon gym was filled with many hollers that could be heard from outside, all directed toward the square boxing ring. This scene drew Jishin's attention, who was initially intending to crash at her place after a long day at school.

And at the same moment she opened the glass doors to invite herself inside, a conventionally attractive woman also did so. Jishin used the chance to hold the door open for the girl and winked at her as she entered.

“Oh, uhm— thank you!” The girl bowed politely with a shy smile on her face. Jishin slyly smiled from the interaction, proud of her successful gesture.

However, what she was yet to realize is this scene was being witnessed by Wakasa who manned the gym's front desk, and who was also already eyeing her with a face of utter nonchalance. “AH—”

“I let you come here for free and you steal my girls in return. You’re an amazing friend, Jishin.” Wakasa bantered as he turned the page in the adult magazine he was reading.

“You definitely scared her with that.” Jishin pointed at the Playboy in his hands.

“Well, I own this place. I read whatever I want.” He pointed out.

“Fair enough.” Jishin shrugged.

“Here’s your locker keys.” Wakasa tossed them towards the girl.

“Thanks, love you~!” She teased, heading towards the lockers to change into her Brahman uniform.

“Scram, brat.” Wakasa spat, his usually nonchalant face showing a subtle smile.

When Jishin caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she smiled to herself as she put on the uniform with ease.

She hurriedly left the changing rooms, interested to see who had been fighting that made the gym full house. She heads straight to Senju once she spots her among the crowd.

“Who’s in the ring?” She peeked through the heads of the large men in front of them.

“South Terrano challenged Keizo-kun.” Senju replied, invested in watching the fight herself.

“Ohhh!” She exclaimed, making herself comfortable on the seat and invested her attention to the fight.

South had managed to send Benkei flying to the corner of the ring, leaving an empty space in the middle. This gave Jishin the opportunity to see the boys in black uniforms sit on the opposite side of the audience. Hanagaki Takemichi was the first one to come in sight, who had already been waving to Senju.

“Eh? Toman’s here too?” Jishin asks.

“Yeah. Full house, indeed.” Senju nods.

Jishin had her eyes locked on the boy in a long coat, seated in a manspread with an uninterested look. “Who’s the blondie?”

“Girl, which one?” Senju asks in confusion, wondering which boy she had been describing, considering there were many blondes in the gang.

“The one who looks like he doesn’t want to be here.” Jishin blurts, her eyes still on him.

“That’s their president, Manjiro-kun.” Senju answered, identifying the boy right away with Jishin's forward description.

“He’s so gorgeous.” Jishin continued to admire the boy. Although she’s heard of the name countless times, it made her happy to finally put a face on it. A handsome one, if you will. “Introduce me.” She perked up.

“What?!”

“Come on, we’re not at war with them or anything, right?” Jishin asks.

“No, but… I haven’t talked to the guy in forever. We used to hang out when we were kids but everything went… ppfft!” Senju explained.

“You’re friends with him?! That’s even better. Go introduce me.” Senju was left with no choice when Jishin had already stood up and headed towards Toman’s spot.

“Mikey-kun.” She bows.

“Yo.” He nods.

“This is Jishin, my new executive in Brahman.” Senju gestures towards her.

“Hey.” Mikey nodded.

“Nice to meet you.” Jishin bowed, a little starstruck from the interaction. However, with her back facing towards the ring, Jishin didn't realize that South had been pushed against the ropes and would have almost hit her if it weren't for Mikey.

He swiftly grabbed Jishin's wrist and drew her away from the ring and toward him. Jishin stood between his legs with her mouth open and her body frozen since he was still seated in a manspread. Once she was away from the ring, Mikey withdrew his hand, unconcerned by her lack of response.

“Watch it next time.” He remarked, tilting his head and then continuing to watch the fight as Jishin was blocking the view.

“S-sorry.” Jishin nodded and cleared the view for him.

“We’ll see you around.” She spoke before taking Senju with her and returning to their seats.

“I am totally in love with him.” Jishin whispered, still fazed by the interaction.

“You say that about everyone you ever find attractive.” Senju pointed out.

“I’m serious… he is drop dead gorgeous.” Jishin glued her eyes back to Mikey. “Is he single?”

“Yeah, as far as I know.” Senju nodded.

“Awesome.”

Not even a few days after meeting the boy who caught her attention, Jishin finds herself at the town's lights festival with none other than her best friend. “It's Draken and Emma!” Senju waved at the pair from a distance.

“I wonder if Mikey is here…” Jishin mumbled.

“He is.” Unbeknownst to her, Senju heard her wish and pointed at him who was purchasing from a dessert stall.

Jishin immediately jogged towards the boy for a greeting. “It's nice to see you here, Sano-kun.”

“Uhm, sup.” Mikey opened his snack and spared a glance for her.

“Kinda hot in here, huh?” Jishin spoke up in an attempt to flirt.

“It’s twelve degrees.” Mikey flatly spoke.

Damn. Jishin cursed to herself.

“Well, I’m hot. Are you?”

“No.” He answered right away.

“Well, I mean you’re hot.” Jishin was desperate for redemption, chuckling dryly.

With an awkward scoff, Mikey responds— “Is that all?”

“I guess.” Jishin shrugged, tongue-tied by his reaction.

With a small nod, Mikey leaves and fades behind the crowd.

“That was hard to watch.” Senju appeared.

“Well, he’s playing hard to get.” Jishin chuckled. With a frown, she started to wonder where the sudden shyness came from. It felt like she sky-dived all time low, which was out of character.

Senju nodded in response, assuming that Jishin’s infatuation towards Mikey will pass like a storm, and that one day, they'll make a good laugh out of it.

“So, who're we gonna spectate today?” Jishin asks, zipping up her uniform.

“Rokuhara T—” “Pass.” She declined right away, ready to discard the clothing.

“They're fighting Toman.” Senju added.

“I'll be ready in five.” Jishin nodded and then returned to her room.

“I know who you want to see there.” Senju teased.

“I can be like his cheerleader or something..” Jishin yelled from behind the door as she changed into a black skirt and some stylish top and jacket, lending some time to accessorize with fishnets, earrings, and a necklace too.

“You’re really desperate, are you?” Senju surmised.

Just in time, they arrived at the tunnels where two gangs were positioned on opposing sides and ready to engage in a fight.

“Hello, Mikey-kun.” Jishin bowed.

Mikey only glanced at her in response; and Jishin could only wince painfully from his reaction, wishing that Draken and Senju didn't notice her failed attempt in interaction.

“Thank you for agreeing to oversee this fight, Senju.” Draken shook the girl’s hand.

“My pleasure, Draken-kun.”

“Well, let’s start this.”

The fight was cruel, considering how South Terrano could solo the "weaker" members of Toman, taking down a large number of its members.

With an all-encompassing infatuation towards Mikey, Jishin was in a trance, wondering how he managed to look so effortlessly majestic even while fighting.

She was meant to watch the entire fight to see if anyone was acting unethically or going too far, but Mikey simply drew her attention.

Jishin has seen the way he is with his best friends and siblings; and she adores how he deeply cares for them. Even though she wasn’t aware of it yet, Jishin wishes that she could be one of those people who sees him beyond his “Invincible” reputation.

Mikey was kicking from front to rear and throwing punches to the left and right. He depended largely on his senses, so when Jishin cast him a stunning glance, he couldn't help but sense it. He was diverted when he briefly met her eyes since the hovering seemed like a heavy weight on his shoulders.

So with an audible scoff, Mikey punched through the guys in front of him to fight on the other side, away from her gaze.

“COPS!” Senju stood from her place once she caught red and blue lights flashing in the distance. The guys scattered into various directions in a hurry after hearing this word, fleeing the area like a flock of birds.

“Let's go boys!” Mikey commanded his gang, which they obeyed immediately, running by themselves.

“Jish, let’s go!” She was getting up from the beat-up car she sat on when Jishin heard an audible scraping of metal in the distance.

Before she knew it, a guy from the opposing gang managed to catch up to Mikey and land a hit on his head with a metal pipe.

“Manjiro!” She gasped. The sound of the sirens approached closer and closer, leaving her with no choice but to save Mikey who was knocked to the ground. Jishin landed a kick to the guy who hit Mikey, sending him flying to the ground.

Senju and the left of Brahman ran away as Jishin split from them in order to save themselves.

“We have to leave!” Jishin urged, pulling Mikey off the ground. “I'm fine.” He groaned, getting up himself but feeling the world spin right after.

“Let’s go! They’re here!” Although still light-headed, Mikey let Jishin drag him away from the tunnels and into the subways, ignoring the people who eyed them.

Jishin bought a can of ice-cold cola from the convenience store as Mikey waits on the staircase, slowly regaining full-awareness. “That's a pretty bad hit.” Jishin remarked, taking out the can from the bag and holding it out for the boy.

“Thank you for stating the obvious.” Mikey spoke, slightly wincing when the cold tin touched the small cut on his forehead.

“Uh, hold on.” Jishin reached for the bag and took out a band-aid. However, the only one available in the store was a pink one, with hello kitty as its design.

“What the hell?” Mikey’s eyebrows tensed as she put it on.

“Just say thank you, man.” Jishin sighed, sitting beside him.

“I…” He exhaled.

“I'll go.” Mikey got up and gave her a nod, reaching for his pockets. “How much do I owe you? You know what, keep the change.” He left her a one thousand yen bill before turning and taking the next train, not sparing a glance back at her.

With a bittersweet sigh, Jishin was relieved that he is well, but she also wished that he would’ve stayed just even for a couple of minutes, if it’s not too much to ask.

She wished that he would look back just even a glance as he sat on the train, but Mikey kept his head low until the train departed.

“You do really like him, huh?” Senju appeared, walking down the stairs.

“Am I not being obvious?” Jishin chuckled.

“Wow.” She could only nod in response, realizing that Jishin had in fact caught feelings for Manjiro.

Jishin made every effort to watch Toman's matches and consistently provided him with a selection of cool drinks, but each time she received nothing or a curt "thank you."

When she realized that nothing was progressing with that move, Jishin went into her second attempt to get his attention— motorcycles. Wakasa was kind enough to lend her his old bike, knowing-well that she’d only use it to try and pick up Mikey.

Consequently, when she finally mastered driving it, Mikey was too quick and skilled to keep up with her, leaving her behind whenever they went for a joyride.

To say that he was cold was putting it mildly; when he seemed to be making no attempt to hide his disinterest towards her.

Jishin had effortlessly pulled boys and girls before, but merely getting Manjiro’s attention itself is a challenge to her.

When she was left abandoned with Wakasa's bike at the road beside the sea, pushing it while she walked, she realized she was in a hopeless situation. It was till Draken had a chance to drive by, recognizing her stylish outfit and long hair from afar.

“Your bike got discharged. Tsk. I don’t have the tools with me but I can give you Mikey’s number—” Draken spoke as he examined the vehicle.

“What?! Really?”

“Yeah. To get this fixed. He has the tools.” Draken answered.

That evening, Jishin was overjoyed to learn Mikey's phone number. She began by introducing herself in a friendly text when she got home.

Two days.

“He hasn't texted me back!”

We deny that we're tired, we deny that we're scared, we deny how badly we want to succeed, and most importantly, we deny that we're in denial.

We only see what we want to see and believe what we want to believe, and it works. We tell ourselves so many lies that eventually the lies begin to pass for the truth.

We lie so much that we fail to see the truth staring us in the face.

Mikey is not an easy person to get to know, much more to pursue.

It hurts, but it's the truth. Jishin made the decision to understand that Mikey might not be receptive to a new person in his life given the challenging past he has led.

“Give it up, Jishin. Maybe he's not looking for a romantic relationship. Because honestly, I can't even picture him being in one.” Senju spoke.

“Even the two of us?”

“Oh, you two are a good match, appearance-wise.” She approved. “But the rest— I’m not sure.”

“That helped, thank you.” Jishin chuckled sarcastically. “If I really can’t have him… I guess I have nothing to do about that.” She sighed. “I’ll back off.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie.” Senju sympathized and petted her head as they continued to walk down the street.

“Takemichi-kun?!” Not long after, she recognized Hanagaki outside a store.

“Senju, Jishin! You two should come with me, we’re all going to have parfaits but everyone dipped. But, Mikey-kun’s still there.” He explained, pointing at the boy inside.

“Yeah, sure.” Jishin shrugged and headed inside first.

“She is unbelievable.” Senju sighed and followed suit.

. . .

“So, I heard that the Haitanis will race with the Kawatas. We should go watch it.” Jishin spoke up, scooping the last of her ice cream.

“That is tomorrow, right? Hmm, I can’t. I promised to take Hina-chan somewhere.” Takemichi says.

“Training with Wakasa.” Senju said.

“Can’t.” Mikey simply said, finishing his parfait.

The table was mostly filled with dead air for the rest of the time, until it was time to go. “Hey, thanks for the treat.”

“No worries. I hope you enjoyed yourselves.” Takemichi smiled at the girls.

“We did.”

“Uhm, Takeomi-nii’s here. I should go.” Senju waved at the three upon seeing her brother pull up.

“Goodbye, guys.” Takemichi was next to leave, with only Mikey and Jishin remaining on the sidewalk.

“Uh, you don’t have your motorcycle with you?” She initiated the conversation.

“Nah.”

“I see.”

Jishin internally panicked when she felt raindrops falling fast, not expecting the sudden rainy weather. “Kinda cold in here.” She chuckled.

“Damn, Jishin, I can’t control the weather.” Mikey replied.

“Can I at least get under your umbrella?” She sighed.

“Why didn’t you bring one? Also, aren't umbrellas like– Brahman’s thing?” He asks.

“Senju’s thing.” She corrected.

“It’s not my problem you’re so mindless.” He spat.

“You know what? I’ll go ahead. I hope you slip or something.” Jishin grumbled, her clothes started to get drenched.

As Jishin left, water splashed around her boots as she stomped, not noticing the group of guys who passed by, making all of them turn their heads to her soaked clothes that hugged her figure and revealed the outline of her underwear.

One of the guy’s whistling caught Mikey’s attention. His eyelid twitch when he sees them eyeing her. With no hesitation, he sends each of the guys a death glare when they passed by him, “Fuck you looking at? Outta here.” He demanded before catching up to Jishin.

Jishin gasped quietly when he realized that he followed her, making her heart skip a little. “So, what made you share with me?” Jishin spoke flatly, remembering that she was supposed to be mad at him.

“Someone might think you’re a lost child and kidnap you.” He said.

“Fuck you.” She shook her head, while Mikey proudly chuckled to himself.

“Manjiro, thank—” “Shut up.” He cut her off.

“Also, I’ll watch the race to support the twins. I’ll see you there or whatever.” He added, in response to her invitation earlier.

“Did the world flip or are you actually warming up to me today?” She voiced.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself.” He scoffed.

“This where you live?” He stops his tracks in front of an apartment complex where he had seen her leave and enter on several occasions.

“Thanks, Manjiro!” Jishin bowed.

Mikey was already walking off, and he waved a hand in response, still keeping his eyes forward, while Jishin entered her house with a giddy smile and anticipation for the following day.

Tomorrow arrived quickly. And as they had discussed, Jishin was waiting for Manjiro to arrive at the road they had just passed the previous evening. She prepared hours in advance to dress properly as if it were a date; and made sure to arrive on time.

While the girl stood under the lamp post full of optimism, Mikey stayed at home, full of doubt.

Perhaps asking her to the race was too demanding and forward?

“I thought you’ll watch the race?” Draken was surprised to see Mikey still seated on his bedroom floor.

“I don’t know…” He shrugged.

“There’s going to be a fight there, I heard that Rokuhara is after Brahman members now because apparently there was a biased last fight.” Draken spoke as he folded the boy’s sheets.

“I feel like it’s— Mikey?” Draken wasn’t able to finish his thoughts when Mikey disappeared from sight in a blink. Before he could even finish scanning the room, he’s already heard Mikey’s motorcycle start up and leave.

The thought of having Jishin endangered didn't sit right with Mikey. Much more if he's one of the reasons. So with an anxious thought, Mikey didn't bother to park his motorcycle properly and rushed into the old highway to search for the girl.

No fight had been initiated yet, but several men had been prying their eyes already, with a few pairs on Jishin. “Jishin?” Mikey spoke quietly as he looked at her long, black hair from behind, confirming it was her.

Once he was certain, he quickly but carefully grabbed her right shoulder. “Jishin!”

“Shit!” In instinct, Jishin swung a punch right into his cheek. “Mikey?! I’m so sorry…”

“Wow, that actually really hurts.” Mikey winced. Although stunned by her punch, he is a little amazed by her reflex and awareness.

“Hey, I’m really sorry…” Jishin whispered and held his cheek in a cradle, observing the forming bruise above his cheekbone.

“Wait, why am I sorry? You dipped on me!” She scoffed, letting go of his face.

“Why did you even come here, anyway?” He asks, pulling away from the close proximity in between them.

“Because… I want to?” Jishin pointed out.

“Hey, we should leave, I think these guys are eyeing me.” She added before dragging Mikey away, and back to his poorly-parked motorcycle.

“South’s gang put a target on us. Don’t wander alone without your team members!” He scolded, but Jishin could only smile in response. “The hell you're smiling at?”

“Just admit that you were concerned about me.” She chuckled.

“I was supposed to go with you.” Mikey paused from pacing,

“And if something happened to you… That's on me. I wouldn't know what to do.” Mikey tried to conceal the subtle croak in his voice. “Plus, Senju will murder me.” He noted, attempting to steer the conversation.

“That’s it. Nothing more than that.” He assured.

“Nothing at all?” She took a few steps before reaching for his face once more.

Mikey's instinct was to reject her sudden affection, but he didn't. He was unsure, but a part of him stayed. “No.”

In a swift movement, Jishin pushed her lips against his into a gentle kiss that she hoped poured all her emotions for him.

Mikey yelped, registering that he had just been kissed for the first time. He hummed, briefly closing his eyes before peeking once more, and then withdrawing from the kiss he refused to return.

“I’m such a mess, why do you even like me?” He queried, looking at anything but her eyes.

“I guess… cause you’re almost as messed up as I am.” She confided.

“Don’t say that, Jishin!” Mikey raised his voice. The sudden burst of emotion caused Jishin to step back, unsure of Mikey’s feelings.

The tinge of fear in her eyes feared Mikey. So in an instant, he spoke with care. “You do know that, I’ll never hurt you, right?”

“I believe you.” She smiled thinly, “and I also understand if… you’re not interested in me so… if you’re closing the door on me, I understand. I’ll leave you be.” Despite the ache, Jishin confessed as she felt the weight of the world lift from her shoulders.

“Stop talking.” Mikey conceded, his mixed signals starting to confuse her.

“Don’t say that you’re messed up, I am.” He insisted, now with genuine words and intentions.

“and … I’m not closing the door on you because if I let a day go by without seeing you…” He trailed off, letting himself fall into a trance as he returned the same soft look to her.

“Well, that day’s just no good.” He pledged. Mikey’s sudden confession urged him to sit on his motorcycle. Although he didn’t know it at the time, now, he did.

Jishin's heart skipped at his words, not expecting that he had been feeling like that at all, due to his contrary actions from their past interactions.

“But what I don’t understand is… no matter how much I’ve shown you my ‘less positive’ qualities, you’re still here.” He pointed out “Are you ill?” Mikey asks.

“No.” She denied, occupying the empty space beside him.

“Then why are you still here?”

“Do you… like it when I am?” She confided.

“I don’t hate it.” He replied. “It’s what makes me want to be a… better guy.” He admits.

Jishin sighed for a moment, exhaling a deep breath before going big and right with her words. “I think if what you’re doing and who you are with me feels right,”

Mikey grew intrigued, turning his head to her.

“Then I think it’s real.” Jishin spoke, turning to meet his gaze. and for once, the invincible mikey let his guard down and let his forehead rest on hers, appreciating the moment of vulnerability and Jishin's sensible company.

Sometimes, when someone has real feelings for someone and it feels like it doesn’t work out, they shut down to anything new until they can deal with those leftover feelings.

You fall for someone unexpectedly, but that doesn’t make it wrong. Doesn’t everyone deserve to be happy?

Yet, love defies logic. You cannot rationally enter or exit it. Love makes no sense at all.

The lovely aspect about it, though, is discovering what it has to give in all of its all-pervasive beauty together with the right person.

Mikey is not the one to let people in his life come and go. But Jishin may have been an exception.

Because if you're not taking a risk, then you're not taking a chance.

And she's worth taking it for.

#♱ writing comissions #tokyo revengers #manjiro sano #mikey #mikey sano #mikey x oc #manjiro sano x oc #tokyo revengers x oc #tokyo revengers oc

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pfpanimes · 20 days

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⌕ tokyo revengers - manjiro sano.

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rayheartsl · 6 months

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Some drawings and selfinserts

#tokrev fanart #tokyo revengers rindou #tokyo revengers ran #tokyo revengers #rindou haitani #haitani ran #Rindou x oc #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x you #mikey sano #manjiro sano

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lettersfromaphrodite · 10 months

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| tornerai da me |

― pairing : Mikey x fem! reader ― content warnings : smut, fluff, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all) ― word count : 2.366 ― notes : different day, different blog, but this fic is still dedicated to my lovely muse @stressedfranya ― notes : the fic title means “you’ll come back to me”, it’s inspired by “la paura del buio” by Måneskin

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

Mikey fervently captured your lips with an open mouthed kiss, nothing but a desperate – yet very cute, attempt to hide his whimpers; his breath was ragged and uneven, his cheeks were flushed red, and his inexperienced fingers were almost hesitantly resting against your hips.

«You can touch me, pretty boy.» you confidently smiled at him, as you grinded your hips against his, creating enough friction to stimulate the both of you but not enough to get you off yet.

Nervously licking his lips, Mikey nodded at your words, and as you leaned back, balancing yourself on his firm thighs to move from a new angle, your boyfriend’s fingers started to explore your body, as he tried not to completely get lost in pleasure.

It was indeed a cute sight; you could feel Mikey’s thighs tense against yours anytime you purposely clenched against his length, and he would hide his face in the crook of your neck every now and then, hungrily nibbling at the skin of your neck between panted moans.

Shaky fingers wrapped themselves around your wrists, and you glanced at Mikey for any sign of discomfort; as if he was reading your mind, he quickly shook his head, mumbling a quiet «come here», his usual upbeat tone now huskier and filled with need. He placed your hands on his shoulders, and you scoffed, trying to hide a smile because, of course, you knew what he was trying to do and of course, you complied to his silent request.

Threading your fingers between Mikey’s golden hair you gave it a harsh tug, making your boyfriend moan almost sinfully in return, his hips stuttering against yours as he came with your name on his lips as if it was a prayer.

«Holy fucking hell,» you whined to yourself, vigorously shaking your head as if the gesture alone would have made those intruding thoughts slip away from your mind through your ears, as if you just took a dive in a pool and you were not still at work.

«Why am I even remembering that, now?» you mumbled to yourself, somehow exasperated with your own thoughts process, as you grabbed both your jacket and your bag, walking towards the front door of the shop you worked in just to check if the door was actually closed.

Quick flashbacks of a boy with golden hair kept alternating in your memory, and you sighed to yourself in deject.

“It’s almost Halloween,” you thought, distressed fingertips weakly fixing your glasses; on Halloween night, six years ago, you and Mikey ended once and for all your relationship.

Mikey had undoubtedly been the love of your life, that was the only thing you were certain about; moreover, sadly enough, even if you willingly had other relationships and met new people, you constantly faced the fact that you couldn’t bring yourself to love anyone else.

However, you had to face the fact that – despite the love they shared, not every couple was meant to be together and so, life made sure for you and Mikey to never see each other again for years.

Six years, three months and still counting, to be exact.

Of course, you couldn’t know that yet, but fate indeed had its own way to ask for forgiveness.

As you finished placing your groceries in the trunk of your car, a familiar voice calling your name made you almost slam your head against its roof due to sudden surprise; with an unceremonious movement, you immediately leaned back and, as cliché as it sounded, you could swear that time started to flow in slow motion.

As unexpected as finding your favourite ice-cream on sale, Mikey was standing few feet from you; the long golden hair you were so enamoured with were now slightly longer and as black as a starless night sky and still, he looked handsome.

«Hi?» you weakly offered with a smile, nervously playing with the keys in your hands; your heart – that traitor, immediately started hammering in your chest, as if to remind you that yes, after all this time, Mikey still had the power to give your butterflies with nothing but a gentle smile.

«Hi.» he echoed as he took few steps closer to you; however, the tender smile adorning his lips fell as soon as he saw you take an almost imperceptible step back. Mikey misinterpreted your action, and thinking something along the lines of “what was I even expecting?”, he stopped walking.

Mikey’s nervous stance mirrored yours, and he placed his hands in his pockets, tilting his head to the side; the fact that you kept avoiding his gaze deeply saddened him, especially because – judging by your behaviour, he felt like a fool for hanging onto his feelings for so many years.

Six years and five months, just to be clear.

«How…» you nervously cleared your throat, finally mustering enough courage to meet your ex lover’s gentle gaze, «how have you been?»

«Good,» he Mikey seemed to relax a little bit at your attempt to keep the conversation going, and he nodded at your question, «I’ve- I just got back in town, you know. How- How are you doing?»

“He just got back?” you thought, finally finding an answer to the fact that, despite occasionally and of course, by chance, walking through the places he used to go more frequently, you never saw him once.

«I’m okay!» you quickly nodded at his question. The conversation that the two of you were having was both incredibly awkward and painful to see, but still, no one knows how you managed to entertain a vain and small talk for few minutes. Most importantly, in your heart, it was as if neither you nor Mikey wanted for that unexpected meeting to end.

«We should see each other sometimes,» Mikey casually offered, and you did your best to hide your surprised expression, «you know, to catch up.»

«Of course.» you immediately answered, making the boy smile. That’s how you and Mikey exchanged your phone numbers with the promise to have dinner together.

“What am I doing?” you thought as soon as you got back in your car, “I’m pushing thirties and I’m still blushing like a high-schooler.”

“What am I doing?” Mikey thought as soon as he started the engine of his bike, “I’m a gang leader, and I acted as flustered as the first time I asked her out.”

In the end, you ended up at Mikey’s place to eat take out food. At some point of the night, you had to admit to yourself that you had no reason to feel nervous in the first place; of course, you tensed up as soon as Mikey admitted to be a gang leader but still, judging from the expensive apartment with an amazing view over the city, you didn’t expect any less.

Mikey and you spent your time together talking and joking around, and you felt like after all, no time had passed from those days – years ago, where Mikey used to crash at your apartment just to spend time with each other.

Of course, one thing led to another and, somewhere in between casual touches and lingering gazes, you found yourself admiring the view from Mikey’s apartment while your forehead was pressed against the glass window, your breath occasionally fogging a little part of its cold surface.

The fact that you were glancing outside was a blatant lie because, how could you focus on anything else when Mikey was moving his hips against yours creating an oh, so delicious friction?

Mikey mindlessly traced a path of open-mouthed kisses on your nape, as he was slowly moving his hips against yours; your left cheek and your chest were now pressed against the window’s cold glass, and your back was arched as much as you managed to in the desperate attempt to feel more. Although the position wasn’t entirely comfortable for you, Mikey made up for it with bold touches here and there; his fingertips would ghost under your blouse, tracing their way from your throat to your clit.

Mikey’s moves were passionate, bold and almost calculated, and much to your dismay, there was no trace of the extremely shy and clumsy Mikey that asked you to ruin him while being sprawled on your bed.

This Mikey was restlessly fucking you against a window while mumbling against your skin how much he missed you. Hiding a pleased smile in the crook of your neck after hearing your needy whimpers, Mikey’s right hand pressed against the hand you were pressing against the window, just to somehow intertwine your fingers together.

Honestly, you were certain that there was molten core pooling in your lower abdomen, however, before you could beam yourself in the sensation of your orgasm, Mikey gradually slowed the pace of his hips until he eventually stopped moving.

«So big, Mikey,» you breathed, moving your hips backward in order to look for more friction, as his left hand stopped stimulating your clit, «you’re so big.»

«Am I?» he questioned with a smug tone, as the fingertips of his left hand were mindlessly caressing your hipbone. It didn’t take long for you to realize what he was trying to do, since it was something you had loved to do with him many years ago; between touches and kisses, Mikey kept teasing you, his only goal for you to beg him to let you come. Of course, you would be lying if you were to say that back then, you didn’t beam yourself in the sight of Mikey’s watering eyes and blushy cheeks as he begged you to let him come after you’ve teased him for hours; however, you’d never expected for your actions to backfire like this.

Doing your best to ignore Mikey’s length occasionally twitching inside you anytime you clenched around him, you reached back with your left hand, but before you could intertwine your fingertips in his raven black hair, you found both your hands being pressed against the window.

«Here I thought I was being good enough for you.» he mumbled against your neck, as he left another trail of open mouthed kisses. The grip around your hands tightened, and you decided that for once, you didn’t have to be the one in control; after all, judging by how quickly you were about to reach your first orgasm, you had to admit to yourself that this new side of Mikey was definitely alluring.

«Let me cum, Mikey, please.» although your voice was barely a whisper, your ex lover decided that still, it was okay to him; during the years, he had desired to be with you for so many nights that now that he finally had the chance, he didn’t want to waste time with unnecessary role-play.

Mikey slid out of you, gently taking your hand to lead you towards the nearest couch in his expensive and wide living room; you both quickly finished undressing yourselves – you discarded your blouse and your bra while Mikey simply took off his shirt, before he let you climb on top of him and quickly slid back inside of you while trying to hide a needy hiss, his head leaning back against the couch.

Like good old times, you were now riding Mikey, alternating sensual moves of your hips to occasional grinding against each other; however, he quickly noticed the fact that you still seemed to be hesitant about something, since your hands were locked on his shoulders for the time being.

«You can touch me, pretty girl.» he offered with a smug smile, snaking his arms around your waist and pushing your chest closer to his; you scoffed a laugh, recognizing his words as the ones you used to pronounce.

Eventually, your lips met Mikey’s for the first time that night, and the familiar sensation of euphoria pooled in your lower abdomen. It was kind of paradoxical, your hips were moving against each other in an incredible slow pace, and still, you could feelMikey tremble below you.

«I missed you,» you heard him say anytime your lips parted for few seconds, just to angle your kiss a different way, «I missed you so much.» he confessed, as the atmosphere in the room gradually grew so intimate that it almost prevented you from breathing properly. Mikey kept you close to his body, sinking his short nails in your thighs, refusing to stop kissing you despite his ragged and uneven breath; you did just the same, threading your fingers in his hair and shyly confessing that you missed him too.

Mikey bit your lips as he came, riding his high as he hid his head in the crook of your neck, and you came right after him, loving the way he kept kissing your skin and brush his fingertips over your clit to help you ride your orgasm.

Mikey’s arms seemed to tighten around your waist, preventing your from standing up from the couch; he still had his forehead against your collarbones, and you knew that he could feel the wild rhythm of your heart, not anymore caused from your post orgasm state. Instinctively, you hugged his neck, the reality of the fact that you were probably still sharing the same feelings slowly crashing onto you.

«I really missed you.» you heard Mikey state, even though he wasn’t looking at you.

«I know. I missed you, too.» you offered back, slightly moving your head just to kiss his hair.

«Don’t leave,» Mikey timidly added after few never-ending seconds of silence, his arms seemed to tighten around your waist to empathize his words, «let’s make things right, this time.»

«Mikey, just to be clear, you’re asking me to be your girlfriend, again?» you swallowed the lump in your throat, your heart now threatening to jump off your chest due to its wild rhythm.

«I am,» Mikey’s head leaned back, his gentle gaze finally meeting yours as his fingertips gently cradled your face, «I want to be yours, as long as you want to be mine.» In a silent answer, you leaned in and captured your lover’s in another kiss filled with adoration.

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goddess-mixmi · 25 days

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“Look at her, I’d kill for her. I’d die for her”

Gotta love when a man worships his woman, especially in the breathtaking dress he bought her🤭. I’ve been thinking so much about Misa and Taiju that I just had to draw them again, so what better way to help the brain rot than drawing Taiju holding and worshipping his beautiful wife, who he spoils rotten ofc (he looks a lil wonky in the hair I was trying something new ok😭). And yes this is my crack at this dress trend.

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metranart · 8 hours

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Manjiro Sano has his eye set on you.... become his and his mate's darling in MY PATREON (NSFW Art and more smutty fanfiction in there)

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djsushiilovesdorayakii · 8 months

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Chapter 3:

The Boy Next Door:

Mikey Sano

Synopsis: You recently moved back to Tokyo, and wasn't too pleased about it at first. However, after meeting someone, you come to the realization that it's not as bad as you thought it was.

!Mikey x fem reader!

I’ve been super busy, so it’s unedited. Hope you guys are doing great!!

Remember to like, comment, and reblog, much love!! <3

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As you were about to speak, you were interrupted with another "Oiiiiii," but this time it was a more familiar (and friendly-sounding) voice.

"Y/n-chin did you get any ice cream today?" Mikey said it as if he was expecting you to.

Flustered and a little intimidated by another dude in front of you, you simply shook your head. It took a little bit of time for Mikey to catch on, but once he did, he turned to the other boy and said:

Baji, this is y/n. I just met her last night. She buys me snacks!" Mikey said with a giddy grin on his face. Baji, however, was left dumbfounded. He should have expected something like this to happen. It just didn’t process properly (him and schoolwork be like:)

"HUHHHHH" Baji replied. "Mikey, are you crazy??" Just as Mikey was about to reply, another two boys stepped in behind him, eavesdropping on the whole conversation.

"Mikey, what in the hell did you just do?! You can’t go around harassing girls like that," the tall blond said. You examined him while he spoke. His undercut was shaved off, revealing a dragon tattoo. He definitely looked like someone who was hard to talk to. Your eyes then shifted to the lavender-haired boy who was approaching you. He seemed way more chill and gave off a softer vibe compared to the other boy.

Pouting, Mikey fought back, "I wasn’t harassing her Ken-chin!! She’s a very nice girl, too. Right Mitsuya?" He said, turning to the lavender-haired boy. You assumed that ‘Mitsuya’ was his name.

"Mikey, Draken’s right, though," Mitsuya replied. He turned to you and said, "I tell you this kid. I’m so sorry, Y/n-Chan for his behavior. He’s a bit of a pain sometimes," Mitsuya said apologetically.

"AHHHHH sometimes?? More like every day," Baji yelled. "You new to Shibuya?" He said, approaching you.

"Yeaa I just moved back here not too long ago, I was born here," you said. You definitely did not expect to bump into Mikey and his friends today, especially after the previous events. You were honestly kind of relieved, as this took your mind off your worries.

"Y/n-chin you should hang out with us tonight! We’re going to an arcade," Mikey gleefully said. You were shocked by his words, not expecting him to be so blunt.

Shocked, you quickly replied, "UH it’s okay, I don’t want to intrude, you should hang with your friends." In all honesty, you wanted to go check out more places with people for more fun and safety.

"Aren’t we friends, though?" Mikey questioned? You looked up at his friends, and they all had the same expression pasted on their faces—they seemed happy to accept Mikey’s decision.

Mitsuya spoke up, saying, "ahhh Y/n, don’t be shy, we’d love to have you."

"Mikey’s always been like this, impulsive ass, but you should still come," Draken said, side-eyeing Mikey annoyingly.

"Are you sure?" You questioned. "It’s okay if you don’t want me to," you said shyly.

"Oi oi cmon I wanna play the game where you slam down the hammer," Baji said impatiently. "Just come on, if Mikey likes you, then we all do." You felt a sense of relief wash over you.

"Okayyyy I’ll go," you said excitedly. They all shot you grins, especially Mikey, who had a goofy smile plastered on his face.

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"Pah’s waiting up by the roadside," Draken said as you guys started walking. You were going to hitch a ride with Mitsuya because he was the safest driver. (Mikey definitely fought them for that.)

"OI PAH" Baji yelled, waving at them.

"Shut up, Baji, you're so annoying, you interrupted my thoughts," Pah said sourly.

"EHHH WHACHA SAY" Baji said, triggered. "Wanna fight?" He snarled, about to tie up his long hair. (I wish I could play with his hair, I swear.)

‘Agh boys I tell you. You mentally said, observing the situation. Mitsuya grinned at you. (BBY’S LOOKING AT ME!!)

"OI you two shut up," Draken boomed. "We've got someone new hanging with us tonight, Pah."

"HUH who?" he replied. Pah quickly straightened up as soon as he saw you and introduced himself. "I’m Pah. And your name is?"

"Y/n" you said, greeting him with a smile, which he returned.

"Oi who found this pretty girl?" Pah said. (Words would literally touch my heart.) That made you feel better about yourself; you were definitely looking rough after your train ride home. (School air be like)

"I found her!!" Mikey said. "She actually—"

"AHHH Mikey, don’t harass women!" Pah said, and everyone else laughed while Mikey protested. Sighing, Mikey signaled that it was time to leave.

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You climbed onto Mitsuya’s bike and held onto him as you guys followed the rest to the arcade.

Mitsuya is definitely husband material. He gives off this soft demeanor, unlike the other guys. He also smells really good (such a great plus FRFR), like marshmallows and a light woody scent.

"So how do you like Tokyo so far, Y/n? Mitsuya asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"I’m actually starting to like it more, I didn’t at first," you replied.

"Ahhh I understand. Probably didn’t want to leave your life behind," he replied sweetly, and you have a simple hum.

"Do you have any siblings?" You asked. You definitely thought he had at least one sister.

Mitsuya replied brightly, "Yeaa, I have two younger sisters, Luna and Manna."

"I definitely figured. You're good with girls," you replied. Mitsuya chucked.

"I try my best," he replied. "Everyone seems to really like you, Y/n" the lavender-haired boy beamed. "So don’t worry too much," he said, reassuring you. (Overthinking ass) He honestly read your mind. You felt better now.

Mitsuya told you more about the rest of the guys who were going to be at the arcade and more about the guys you had met. You could feel the immense amount of care and friendship they had. He even pointed out a couple of spots on the way to the arcade where they had different memories.

"Baji had set a car on fire there when we were younger."

"The street down there is where we had our first bike race!"

"That alleyway in the corner is where me and Draken became friends."

You laughed at all the stories he told you. You definitely see yourself getting closer to him in the future. He definitely gave off caring older brother vibes. Mitsuya felt the same way, seeing you as a little sister. He definitely liked you a lot.

You couldn’t wait to meet the others. They all seemed like a close-knit friend group. You could definitely feel good vibes for the most part. You continued to sightsee while Mitsuya drove you guys to the arcade.

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You guys had finally arrived at the arcade. The bell chimes in the door signaled you guys arrival, and you made it towards the back of the arcade.

There stood three other guys— a tall, skinnier man with dirty blond hair, a shorter blond with an undercut and blue eyes, and a dorky kid with a bandaid on his nose.

"Baji-san!" The boy with the undercut said. He then looked at you inquisitively.

"Chifuyu, this is Y/n, Mikey harassed her for food," Baji said, snarling at Mikey.

Chifuyu shot you a smile and said, "Hii Y/n-chan, I’m Chifuyu! This is Peh Yan and Takemitchi," he said, pointing at them.

Peh Yan said hello, and Takemitchi just smiled, as he couldn’t cohere words at the moment.

"ITS TIME TO PLAYYYY" Pah and Baji said childishly, and they started to run towards their favorite games. Everyone wanted you to play with them, so you agreed.

"You definitely have had experience at beer pong." (Draken)

"OI WACK THE DAMN THING HARDER Y/N YOU DEFINITELY GOT SOME STRENGTH!" (Baji)

"You're not gonna win this round of hockey!" (Mikey Peh vs You and Chifuyu)

"I hold the record for piano tiles, Y/n!" (Mitsuya)

"Oi, I can’t believe Takemitchi got taken out by the basketball." (Pah chin to you after Takemitchi missed the basket and got hit in the head with the ball.)

You were having a blast with everyone. You played games, won prizes, and made so many new friends today. You even got to vlog some of your time out. Maybe Tokyo wasn’t so bad after all.

Then the same bells from earlier chimed again, and the plot began to thicken.

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