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tenjikubaby · 2 years

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pov: you’re everything izana ever wanted

What’s it like having Izana Kurokawa as your partner? Gender-neutral HCs.

Izana will fight his feelings for a while. Once he gives in, his love will be unshakeable.

➼ The other S-62 boys would notice Izana’s feelings for you before he even admits it to himself. With you, Izana was more forgiving, more willing to listen, and more protective. Whenever they’re off to a party, Izana would always ask who’d be there (he normally doesn’t care), and they’d just know he’s hoping to hear a certain someone’s name. ;) And whenever they all go out, Izana suggests they hang out at some spot near your home or school. Nobody questions it. They all just share knowing looks with each other. Even Mucho is smiling.

➼ Once, Kakucho visited Izana while he was in the middle of practicing a song on his guitar. On the table was a piece of paper with printed lyrics and chords to “Crazy Little Thing Called Love” by Queen. He could read your name, written in faded pencil at the very top of the page. Kaku pretended not to see it and never told the others either. Before he left, he said “Good luck,” to Izana.

➼ The first few times you touch him, he would freeze up. It’s not that he disliked the feeling, but it was new to him. Fix his hair, cup his face, hug him, intertwine your fingers, whatever it is, he will stand there dazed for a while as he tries to process what just happened. He swore that in that moment, angels sung and the sun shined on him and everything was suddenly beautiful. Now, you’re his human pillow and he’s your little spoon.

➼ One problem I see you encountering in this relationship is that he may expect you to dedicate all your time to him, especially in the honeymoon phase. Izana wants you around for everything. Every single gang meeting, you have to be there even when you’re not really needed. He won’t ask first if you’re busy, if you need some space, or if you’ve made some prior arrangements. If you’re absent a lot, he can overthink. “What is more important than spending time with me?” “Are they getting tired of me?” “Did they find someone else?” Talk it out with him.

➼ Being with Izana means you’re likely to be involved in Tenjiku’s activities. Like earlier said, you’re present at the meetings so you know all about their strategies. Sometimes, you’re in on them. You could be the gang’s nurse, you could provide them with a hideout, or you could be an informant. Whatever it is, you are an ally to the gang. Izana makes sure that you’re protected at all times.

➼ Being Izana’s partner makes you the “queen” or “prince” of Tenjiku. Anyone who disrespects you should be treated as less than dirt. The other Tenjiku boys are also kind of your subordinates and very often, they’re your bodyguards. If you get a sudden craving, one of the boys will be asked to buy it for you. If you wanted a member to wear a dress for twenty-four hours, he would need to do it. Try not to let the power get to your head, yeah? Use it for good.

➼ Hanging out with S-62 is so funny, because they’re not used to seeing Izana soft. They can’t even talk or laugh about it lest Izana hears. Izana’s usually the one getting things done for him, and now he’s buying you snacks and drinks, carrying your shopping bags, winning plushies for you, and tying your shoelaces? What have you done to their king?

➼ Izana hates seeing you cry. There will be hell to pay for the person who upset you. If he’s the one who caused it, he’ll ask you what he did wrong and how he can make it better. He’s willing to do better, just “Don’t leave.” He’s genuine about wanting to be better for you. It might take a while, but he will definitely improve as a boyfriend.

➼ Another problem you have with Izana is that he’s often the “devil on your shoulder”. Tell him about a problem you have and he’ll give you the worst chaotic advice ever. He always encourages you to wake up and choose violence. “Steal it.” “Kill him.” “Punch her.” “Tell me where he lives, I’ll do it.” Unless you want to play Bonnie & Clyde with him, you say, “Izana, no.”

➼ Izana would give you guitar lessons. Izana wouldn’t really care if you learn or not, but he’d be really happy if you do! He’ll proceed to teach you some easy songs then. If not, that’s okay, though he would pretend to be disappointed. The most important thing about your lessons is the time you spend together.

➼ Playing the guitar is one thing. Singing is another. He sings, but only when he’s alone and never for someone else. If you ever ask him to sing for you, you’ll see the rare shy Izana. “You want me to... sing?” He starts off hesitant, but grows more confident as he goes on and sees you smile encouragingly. Maybe some other time, he’ll actually play and sing that one song he’s been practicing for you. (Ahem, bullet two)

➼ Your boyfriend’s duality amazes you sometimes. You’ll see him tending to his fish and playing music for his plants. But you also watched him beat down an entire gang just hours ago. One moment, he’s talking about his plans to take everything away from Mikey, then he’s infodumping about fish the next.

➼ Occasionally, Izana would invite you to just sit with him at his rooftop. You don’t have to be doing anything or talking about anything. You’ll just sit there, pinkies touching, while you share his earphones. He loves to share his favorite songs with you.

➼ Takes you on a trip around the city on his motorbike, showing you his favorite spots. On some nights, he shows you the places where Shinichiro used to take him. (You hear about him a lot.) You two would often sample different street foods, and if something catches your attention while walking around, he’d buy it. Sometimes, he can’t afford them and it dampens his mood. He promises that someday, he’ll be able to buy you whatever you want.

[Also, just a little crack scenario I thought of: let's say you have a school project. Maybe a short film or video performance and you need people to play as characters, be your backup dancers, etc. Imagine the Tenjiku boys being forced to star in your little films whether they want to or not. 💀]

#tokyo revengers headcanons #izana kurokawa #izana kurokawa x reader #tenjikubaby #also izana: instead of brain there is [name]

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nebulous-library · 1 year

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little acts of intimacy: how they like to be touched - tokrev boys

in specifically a not-inherently-sexual manner. what kind of physical contact with you gives them the warm fuzzies? hcs for a selections of my personal tokyo revengers blorbos, including: Mikey, Draken, Baji, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Hakkai, Taiju, Koko, Inupi, Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, and Izana

Mikey feels most at home when he’s cuddled up into your arms, especially if you’re taller than he is. It makes him feel like your teddy bear. 100/10, definite nuzzler.

Draken likes sitting on the floor by the couch while you have your legs draped over his shoulders, just chilling. Better yet, though, if you start massaging his shoulders or neck, he’ll melt.

Baji is a sweetie who just wants to hold hands, actually. There is a specific part of his brain that simply demands Hand Holdies. He will feel so loved and special if you hold his hand, especially if you do the interlocked fingers hold instead of the criss-crossed palms way. Also is not opposed to it if you simply rest your hand on his ass. Like, not even in a sexual way, just as a little “hehe, mine >:]” kinda thing.

Chifuyu will fucking melt if you rest your head on him, or put your hand over his heart. Especially the latter, he’ll be so flustered.

Kazutora likes when you run your fingers through his hair. It makes him feel safe. Like, this is a genuinely therapeutic sensation for him, it’s so gentle and he doesn’t fully understand why his heart swells when you do it, he just wants you to never ever stop.

Hakkai’s favorite way to be touched is when you reach up and put your hands around the back of his neck and stroke his jaw with your thumbs. He’s so shy at the start of your relationship that he can’t always find words, but sometimes all you need is that communication via eye contact. It takes a little time, but that’s the kind of thing that makes his heart flutter – you, holding his face, and looking at him with adoration.

Taiju’s favorite place to be touched is mid- to lower-back. He carries a lot of tension there and it can be on the sensitive/tender side. He loves it when you’re out together and you sling your arm around him and rest your hand there. When you’re in private, he’ll just flop down on the bed shirtless, staring at you until you take the hint that he wants a massage. Just sit on his ass and work the tension in his lumbar region, he’ll melt for you. Bonus points if you get playful and start writing things with your finger and making him guess. He thinks that shit’s hella cute.

Koko has a few things he likes. Number one is when you pet the buzzed side of his hair and will nuzzle into your hand. Another favorite is when you hold onto his arm when you’re beside him. Just kinda loop your arm through his and hold on. He likes having such full body contact without it being Full Body Contact™️, y’know? Also, adding a little bit of zest to this, he’s 100% a “pull him close by the waistband of his pants” kinda fella. Yes, in a spicy way, but also just in an “enjoying being pressed against you” way.

Inupi’s favorite thing is when you cup his jaw or rub behind his ear (big puppy vibes, obvi), especially if you’re calling him by his given name. His heart will simply explode. Also like, any time you rest the palm of your hand on his tummy. He just feels relaxed idk.

Sanzu likes when you sit with him and have your legs across his lap. It’s casual but just intimate enough that he can comfortably squeeze your knee and grin to himself that he’s lucky enough to call you his. But if you wanna be extra forward with him, bite him in front of the others. Hold his hand and just casually bring it up toward your mouth and CHOMP. He knows that means you love him.

Ran is a surprisingly big cuddler. Whether it’s falling asleep or waking up, he just likes having you in his comfy space — his bed. Non-sexual physical contact is absolutely his jam. Not that he doesn’t love railing you, but man, his natural state is so low-energy. He wants to trap you in his blanket cocoon and just stay like that and watch youtube videos or some shit. Definitely makes a fuss if you break free because the heat is too much, but you will not fully get away from him. He’s one of those “must have some part of himself touching some part of you” dudes. Good luck. Also, bonus: he also enjoys when you braid his hair for him (his arms get tired when he does it himself)

Rindou is also cuddly, but in more of a Mikey kind of way. While Ran is very open with the fact that he wants you to let him hold you, Rin Rin would never be so bold. He’ll pretend that he thinks it’s dumb or some shit, but somehow at the end of the day he’ll always curl up with you. But HE wants to be the one being cuddled. Much more tsuntsun about it than Mikey, who would simply dive into your arms. Treat Rindou like he’s your snuggly little teddy bear. Let him bury his face in your chest while you stroke his hair. Tell him you love him and know that when he responds with a muffled, “......shut up.” that’s simply his way of saying he loves you too. Bonus: if you’re out and about, he’ll lean on you. Like, in the way that tall people do. He won’t mean it to mock your height, he just doesn’t know how to convey that he wants to be touching you when you’re out in public.

Izana honestly probably prefers touching rather than being touched. He likes to have you in his lap, letting him just have his hands roaming all over you. His fingertips will dance along your thighs and up your sides or along your arms. He imagines he’s painting his marks along your skin, in patterns only he can see. He’ll smile to himself and rest his chin on your shoulder. But if you must return the favor, he particularly likes it when you sit beside him and just hold his arm in your lap and mindlessly run your fingers up and down his forearm.

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dar-jeerling · 2 months

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Bend The Elbow Outwards (Kurokawa Izana x OC)

read on AO3 instead

Prologue: Can't Make An Omelette Without Cracking A Few Eggs

The human brain is quite an interesting thing: pattern recognition is set in it so deeply that, whether subconsciously or not, one ends up making connections to different, completely unrelated things with the ease of a bird taking flight.

Whenever the girl hiding under the name Nagahara Kyouko thinks about her father, the first sound that comes to mind is not his warm laugh; not his accented Korean as he taught her how to read Hangul, nor his off-key singing of Japanese children’s songs about vegetables, memorised from cassettes sent to him all the way from Tokyo of children’s morning programmes.

Crack, goes the egg he’s showing her how to open at the edge of the bowl. They’re making tamagoyaki for breakfast - her on the dining chair dragged to the counter of their miniature kitchen, their one apron dwarfing her pudgy body as she giggles at the slimy texture of raw egg whites running through her just-washed hands, him right next to her, laughing and fishing eggshells out of the mixture.

Crack, goes the gun in the unfamiliar man’s hands on their doorstep. Her father’s head goes crack, too - falls in little, messy pieces on the floor and on her like the clumsily-cracked egg she’d held in her hands just this morning.

Brain matter isn’t as slimy and runny as egg whites, and skull fragments aren’t as soft and breakable as egg shells, and the blood and fluids on her (just-washed) hands makes her father’s gun difficult to hold—

(—crack, goes the gun again, and dying truly is an instantaneous thing when you’ve been killed correctly—)

—but the girl who will carry the name Nagahara Kyouko in a few short years wasn’t only taught by her father how to crack eggs.

Crack, goes the gun in her hands.

Crack, goes the man who (has, can, will) kill her.

An eternity later, when the blood has cooled and she has collected and separated her father’s remains from his (their) murderer’s, there’s a voice she has only heard on the phone, sharp and furious as always:

“Can’t even die properly, what is wrong with this useless child? That’s what I get for hiring incompetent idiots; can you imagine, getting dropped by a three-year old? An embarrassment to our clan! Hey, you, do you even know what I’m saying? That bastard’s Korean was worse than nonexistent, of course you don’t. Aish, playing with corpses, such a stupid brat. You’ll stink up my apartment for days now, why couldn’t I have you dead…”

A pause in the rapid stream of words; she doesn’t look up from the bloodstained floor, but the cutting glare of a predator scenting weakness is strong enough to make her dizzy.

“Hey. Japanese. You understand, yes?”

A heartbeat’s length of silence; is it better to stay quiet, or to make a sound? But if she opens her mouth, she’ll throw up, and then the life her father gave her will be forfeit. A nod, slow and low enough to also count as a bow; never look in the eyes of someone who is searching for something you have.

“Well, at least that you can do.”

The high-heeled shoes stop in front of her with a deafening crack; pale knees, a sensible, expensive, tailored suit in gray, blood-red lipstick on a mouth pursed in discontent for having to crouch closer to such a failure in this mess. A small, oval face, downy brown hair sensibly pulled back into a bun, fox-shaped eyes the colour of dried blood.

“No matter what that imbecile has tried to fill your head with, you’re still a daughter of the An Family. Your blood, though tainted, still has some use to us.” A smile: warm, friendly, inviting; no teeth in sight, and yet she can feel them closing around her jugular with every hammering heartbeat. “It must have been scary, right? Getting shot. But because we are of the An Family, we always find a way to fix it; your survival is proof you belong with us.”

The girl who will one day run away from the family legacy and take on her father’s surname meets the eyes of this woman who she could pass as a twin to, (if) when she grows up. What a comic way to put it - fix it, like reliving the measly five years of her life again after getting her brains blown out, perpetually swimming in terror as to when the one who gave birth to her will finally tire of her and her father’s existence and end this once and for all, was in order to join the An Family officially.

That An Family, blessed by a legendary gumiho with the power to change the future centuries ago, what has it done for her and her father, other than arrange their deaths? How arrogant of this woman, to think the only thought in her child’s mind in the face of death is ‘I have failed this family, I want to do my role better’ - when it was, in fact, simply, ‘I want to go back to those sunny days in the kitchen with Dad’.

Changing the future after death - that’s the ability the descendants of An Gildong are granted through his union with a Heavenly Fox. But she has not changed the future in the way she wanted; by the criteria laid in front of her, with this failure, she is unworthy of being a part of this family.

So with this loophole firmly in mind, Nagahara Tatsu’s daughter looks her mother in the eyes and says, “Whatever it is this esteemed person is talking about, I’m afraid it doesn’t pertain to me.”

Crack, sounds the collision between backhand and cheek. Blood drips down her face, mixing with the dried puddles on the floor. Over the vicious scolding she’s getting, a thought well-treaded forms yet again, this time confirmed after such a catastrophic failure:

Otou-san, truly, I have always wished to only share blood with you.

#tokyo revengers #bend the elbow outwards #izana kurokawa x reader #izana kurokawa x oc #tokyo revengers x oc #tokyo revengers x reader #tea writes

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hakkais-hoe · 2 years

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Random Headcannons

Aight yous know the drill, m in a vv depressed state so let’s do some hc’s about my lovely tokyorev baby’s 🙃

Age rating: read at own risk ig, nothing is 18+ but take it all with a pinch of salt if ur offended by ought tho u shouldn’t be.

Warnings: honestly dk, swearin ig, n usual drug n alcohol abuse, crack n stupid shit that my brain comes up with. So these somehow got a bit sad

Pt.2

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Sanzu once called a woman a “whore” in front of Kakucho n got straight up backhanded into next week (ran n rin cried laughing on the floor)

Takeomi carries around food for Mikey n just leaves it on his desk when he’s in a mood

Rindou cried when ran chopped his hair off

When Koko got the Bonten tattoo on the side of his head he was bullied for days

Ran, rindou n Sanzu have matching tattoos of stupid ghost emojis on their feet

Wholeheartedly believe that Mochi is the only one out of all of Bonten that’s married

Takeomi is the one who gets broken up with very fuckin fast

Sanzu has a son somewhere cos he doesn’t believe in contraception

Kakucho can’t keep an s/o because he brings up Izana (rip bby)

Ran and Rindou still live together, refuse to get separated apartments even if they’re in a relationship, straight up break up wi anyone who suggests it

Koko calls himself a “feminist” but then says he’s s/o should be in the kitchen, this is also why he’s single

Kakucho has cats; Izana and believe it or not Shion are their names

Sanzu isn’t allowed pets, he keeps pills as his pet instead

Koko has hairless cats because “it doesn’t get gross fur on my clothes so it’s fine” and doesn’t let anyone near them (calls one inupi ofc)

Sanzu still has his first bike in his house

Mikey falls asleep at the office more than his apartment and has to be taken home

Sanzu once wiped blood on Kokos new jacket and got himself shot in the process

Koko takes over 2 hours to get ready each morning with his meticulous skin routine, eyeliner, makeup and long fuckin hair care routine.

Koko, Ran and Kaku smell amazing! Like so good you could happily smell em all day (tho that’s a tad weird)

Takeomi stinks and I mean stinks of smoke

Rindou has an unhealthy obsession with oranges, always has on in his car, office and bag, boy whips it out at very unconventional times to munch on one. Throws the peel at people too.

Sanzu n rin once fell asleep on a couch together and that was the picture for Bonten Christmas cards that year, drool n all

Mochi once made the mistake of bringing his wife into the office, never again will he fall for “we wanna meet the angel that’s put up with you” Takeomi and ran tried to steal her, Sanzu showed her the basement, Rindou gave her an orange like a weirdo, Mikey and Kaku told her she should find someone better and koko beinh the angel he is handed her a wad of cash and asked if she wanted help with the divorce papers

Mikey likes to fall asleep to the sound of whales

Also really loves Kakuchos cats

Rans favourite animals are goats, he’s bought 4 of them but had to keep them on a farm after the landlord got a noise complaint from their neighbours

Takeomi only drinks scotch or red wine

Sanzu has never had a really relationship, can’t hold one down for the life in him

Contrary to popular belief Ran and Rindou have never slept with the same person once

Ran and rin do however share a bed if one of them has had a particularly bad day they find it comforting to know that the other is safe

Rindou gets panic attacks if he can’t reach Ran for a few hours, he once got one after Ran had been gone a long time on a mission with Sanzu and the phone kept ringing out, cried a lot when they got home that night and made Ran make him dinner and several cups of tea.

On that note, Rindou, Mochi, Koko and Kaku are all tea drinkers while Ran, Sanzu, Mikey and Takeomi are coffee drinkers.

Koko has a tea room in his house, stores premium tea leaves and very expensive tea sets in there

Sanzu almost broke down when Mikey broke his arm once, he fell out of bed.

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Defiantly not proofread ngl

Tag list: @bontensbabygirl @loonashadow @roppongiperfume @soushswag @haitink @bachibachibee

~ think there were more people to add but can’t remember, let me know if you want to be added.

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ichitora · 3 years

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「Make a wish, Mikey! 」

:: A scenario where Mikey celebrates his birthday with the best persons in his life.

» with Toman founding members, Shinichiro Sano, Emma Sano (ft. Grandpa Sano)

《Content Warning - Canon divergent - AU, third POV, Comfort to Hurt, just characters interacting with each other, family fluff, platonic relationship, little angst 》

【 notes - This is supposedly a fic for Mikey's birthday (obviously) but I felt sick after I did his birthday art. Alongside that, this is also my first scenario in this account for Tokyo Revengers! I hope you like it. Anyways, Belated happy birthday, Mikey!】

The candle flickers under the dim light as if it whispers secrecy. The thunder roars outside with the howling wind— all within the night’s deepest stay. There he paid no mind, consciousness in the realm of dreams, hugging his favorite blanket and—

“Mikey!” He jolted awake.

Mikey rubbed his eyes, still in a floating headspace. Another raging knock on his door accompanied by a panicked female voice. “Mikey! Open up!”

He groaned, forcing his body out of his bed. What could be the matter this time? Was it important enough to ruin his peaceful slumber?

“What?” He responded, laziness and annoyance laced in his voice as soon as he opened the door. Standing before him is his sister, Emma Sano, holding a candle with her. That made Mikey look around. There he noticed that the halls of their house were already near to pitch black, only being flash by the lightning that fleets from time to time. “No power?”

Emma nodded. Mikey inquired again, scratching his head. “Where’s brother?”

“Downstairs, he asked me to call for you.”

“Is there something wrong?”

No reply. Emma just turned to her heel, walking ahead. It left Mikey with no choice but to follow without thinking of anything. Thunders again are screaming in a distance, followed by the ruffling of leaves, dancing under the graceful drizzles from the sky where the moon refuses to bear appearance.

Mikey inhaled. Emma stopped by the kitchen, extending her arm for her brother to take the candle she’s holding. The lad raised a brow on her, rubbing his face as if doing so provides his head some clarity. Emma said, “Take it.”

“Why? You have two hands.”

“Just take it!”

Mikey is still pulling his brain cells together, he is sure there’s something off yet he couldn’t bring his words out of his lungs to ask. Therefore, he did what he was asked to take—

Just as his fingers wrapped around the item, Emma hurried and blew the candle herself.

“Huh—“

A confetti popped.

“Happy birthday, Mikey!!”

The lights switched on. And before Mikey could even realize, the greeting was a mixture of voices, all yelling at his face.

They belong to his friends who are just in front of him with their dining table in between.

Tokyo Manji Gang founding members.

The five of them are present, all in their cute Kigurumi. They were all smiling at him from ear to ear.

“What the fuck are you wearing?”

They snickered as Draken answered. “Stop being a piece of shit on your birthday, Mikey. Emma insisted we wear this one.”

Speaking of which, Mikey gazed at his side, losing sight of Emma that was no longer where she used to be. He looked around, eyes finally darting on two figures that were approaching them.

It was Emma and Shinichiro, also in their cute animal onesies. Followed by their grandfather who wears the same! He was watching them, arms crossed and eyes in a concave curve.

Manjiro Sano couldn’t help but smile widely.

“This is unfair. Why don’t I get to have my own Kigurumi?” He whined.

“You’ll get yours later!” Mitsuya said in his calm, soothing voice. “This surprise was Emma’s idea.”

“Besides, it’s better to celebrate your birthday with toman’s founding members first.” Pah chin added. “Takemichi and the others will come by tomorrow.”

Mikey gazed at their wall clock.

Ah. He almost forgot.

It is indeed his birthday. August 20.

“Blow the cake, Mikey!” Kazutora brought a funny-looking cake in the shape of dorayaki. It was a mess, the icing wasn’t placed too smoothly. He placed the cake on the table before defending himself. “Baji and I did that in their house. We did our best, okay!?”

Even Mitsuya covered his mouth to prevent himself from snickering. Baji bumped his shoulders to him. “Hey don’t be like that!”

“Well, there was an attempt,” Mitsuya replied.

Mikey didn’t say anything. His eyes are on the food as if it flashes him the memories of his past.

Two years ago, Kazutora and Baji broke into Shinichiro's motorbike shop in an attempt to steal a bike that was supposed to be his in the first place. The same day, two years ago when Kazutora nearly put an end to Shinichiro's life in the same motorbike shop due to panic and in order to protect his friend, Baji.

It turns out that Shinichiro was fast on his reflexes when Baji screamed Kazutora’s name, catching the strong whip of bolt cutter in his hand that left the said body part to be injured. The same time two years ago where they got scolded by Mikey’s brother and they both couldn’t stop apologizing— especially Kazutora who trembled and bathed in sweat.

And now here they are, offering him a cake they baked themselves instead.

The most important individuals in his life stand here before him.

His heart feels full.

“Oi, why are you tearing up, Mikey?” Baji asked, smirking. “Don’t tell me you’re too touched?”

“Shut up.”

“Oh, wait we forgot the flag, sorry.” They laughed as Kazutora pierced a small flag on the center of the cake with a small candle.

“These kids said they’d be having a sleepover, but I don’t think they’d even wink the entire night,” Shinichiro commented, making his way towards the group. “Quick, Manjirou. Make a wish.”

Mikey stared at the cake for a while, losing in the train of his thoughts.

Is there even something he could wish for?

He inhaled, taking a grasp of the overwhelming feeling in his chest. These people are definitely the best. He closed his eyes.

I wish we could stay like this forever.

Mikey blew the candle off.

And then it all went black.

The candle no longer flickers under the dim light as if it whispers secrecy. The thunder roars outside with the howling wind— all within the night’s deepest stay. There he paid no mind, consciousness still in the realm of dreams—

“Mikey!” He kept his eyes open.

He blinked, deep, black, eyes barely shutting close god knows how long. Mind still in a floating headspace he wished not to end. Another raging knock on his door— “Mikey, open up!”

No, it wasn’t Emma.

There wasn’t Emma at all. There no longer is Emma anymore.

Not even his friends in cute onesies telling him he will also have his own are present. There’s no Pah chin, no Draken, no Mitsuya— neither Baji and Kazutora are there.

No Shinichiro Sano is around.

It was just all a wave of delusion Mikey formulated in his head.

Eleven years ago, his brother was accidentally murdered by his friend, Kazutora. Pah chin went to jail. Baji sacrificed himself just for him and Kazutora. Emma, including Izana whom he later knew to be his brother, died the same night.

Now there he sits, in front of a small cupcake with a candle in the center. The fog of imagination he used to fill his heart, now vanishing into the thin air, leaving him empty.

The candle didn’t have any light. It was dead, just like how he feels inside. It’s his birthday today, and yet every second of his moment felt nothing new, still harrowing on how things have turned out— on how he turned out that he had to do actions like this.

“Quick, Manjirou. Make a wish.”

“Happy birthday, Mikey!!”

What’s the point of celebrating his birthday again?

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