#i wish i could take takashi(not in a fight)
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quite simply character of all time to me
i keep coming back to doing screenshot redraws of Shiro in fall of the castle of lions & tears of the balmera. episodes of all time to me no notes.
#voltron#vld#my art#i wanted to make it so the lighting from the fighting pose effected the lighting of the other three scenes which was a fun challenge#lance mcclain#takashi shirogane#lance#shiro#shiro voltron#lance voltron#one of the things about vld that is a little treat for me is that i love teal and purple and pink glowing stuff and so many things glow#im tempted to go back and brighten up the fighting pose bc i colored it first and it ended up a bit darker than everythign else but also i#i have been working on this for TOO long i want it done#my passion and hobby is taking the boo boo lines on cartoons and making them real scabs and bruises and blood#i love when shiro is an unstoppable force that will ignore injury to his own body without hesitation to win a fight i love him so much#blorbo of all time forever to me i wish i could save him from being in voltron bc after s2 it only treated him BAD#sh*ladins will be blocked
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Could I request a general Toman x fem reader? Maybe a comfort?
Reader isn't apart of Toman but she's really good friends with Emma so she's naturally friends with all of them. (like reader doesn't fight). She's really sweet and friendly, a little bit socially awkward and shy though.
But if reader is being yelled at or if she hears people yelling she'll get really quiet and stiff and compliant to try to avoid the conflict escalating because she lives in a house where her parents are constantly yelling at each other?
(Also maybe include Readers hands are constantly shaky?)
A/N: Ofc!! Mitsuya x reader except they’re not in a relationship… yet
~~~~~~~~~Enjoy!~~~~~~~~~~
The rain was pouring down, throwing daggers on your cold hair. Yet, at the moment, that was the least of your worries. For years your family had been breaking apart, bit by bit, and you wondered why your parents just couldn't make up.
Were they trying to torture you?
Countless nights trying to sleep in bed, covering your ears with your pillow in an attempt to sink out the screams of their fights, but to no avail. Your pillow becoming damp by your soft sobs, and your eyes turning puffy, all you ever wanted was to escape.
The only time you could escape was with your friends.
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Emma Sano, your confident and drop-dead gorgeous bestie was always walking by your side. She would catch you walking to school and link her arms right in yours, her non-stop chatter breaking your smile with occasional giggles. "You know, you look really cute when you laugh", you remember how your cheeks flushed red at her words, but her innocent (ironically) stare told you she meant it. She was taking you to a new club, telling me that I would enjoy it, and when you inquired the name, she kept it a surprise.
"Ah!~ We're here" Emma exchanged a smile with you as she pushed you into a close-to-empty classroom. The sun filled the room with spots of light, and you noticed one ray landing on him
"Emma!" You whispered under your breath, realizing her plan, "heh! Have fun!!"
You stood paralyzed in your position, staring awkwardly at Takashi Mitsuya, holding your fingers to prevent them from shaking. Your eyes held their position. His back was slightly turned away from you, giving you a view of his side profile, his sharp eyes, tipped nose, perfect lips
"Eh?" A harsh voice brings you back to reality as a big figure approaches you, making you take a few steps back.
"Peh-yan, Pah-Chin, why don't you be welcoming with our guest!" Mitsuya walks forward in a soothing yet commanding tone, instantly making you loose your tense shoulders, feeling as if a huge weight was lifted off. "Ah~" Mitsuya takes a look at you, as your face turns tomato-red, "Your Y/N-chan right? Mikey and Emma's friend?" His smile offers a sanctuary of heaven, yet you start fumbling.
Fidgeting with your hands, you manage to let out a "Ah, Yes." to which Mitsuya only brightens a smile and beckons you to follow him to the other two boys, who you recognize as friends of Mikey's.
"Mikey talks about you a lot" Mitsuya starts in an attempt to break the silence, "Ah Well, not romantically" he blushes slightly, right around his nose, "I just uh see you around Emma a lot"
"Oh um yea, I know Mikey" you say in a soft and shy voice, and attempting to talk more, "I know Mikey, Draken, and Baji" you say again. Gosh you wish you could slap yourself in the face and be as confident and talkative as you are with your friends.
Mitsuya smiles at your blushing, as your friendship begins.
As the months went by, your life started entering Tomans. Though you weren't part of the gang, constant exposure to Emma, Mikey, and Hina made you feel a part of it, spiritually. The boys would always tell you what happened, showcasing their fight moves and often getting into quarrels with each other.
What really made you feel a part was the way they cared for you.
You remember how Draken carried to the doctor when you sprained your leg, or when Mikey cheered you up after you burned your favorite food. When the Kawaka twins' quarrels lifted your mood, and how Peh and Pah were so stupid yet confident. You liked Baji's rashfulness and Chifuyu's adoration. You related to Kazutora's home life and his awkwardness. But the person who cared most was Mitsuya. His lavender hair paradoxing the cherry blossoms yet still making him look so grand, his charming smile and caring personality making you fall head over heels.
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You stood there in the rain, the bustling sound of Shibuya making your head run. You're going crazy
Drip, Drip, Drip
The raindrops piercing your head voic
The voices of people forcing you to cover your ears, tears strolling down your cheeks as you try to erase the loud voices of your parents shouting. Wishing the rain would drain it out
but
it
doesn't.
Your legs stop.
You don't know where you are.
You dont know what to do.
“Y/N?” A hand on ur shoulder makes the rain stop, u turn around to face the owner of the calming voice, who’s holding up an umbrella to shade u away from the tears
But it doesn’t. U try to turn ur face to him, but a glimpse of mitsuya’s lavender hair leaves u bawling, as he pulls u close. His hand right on your shoulder and his cheek bending down to your hair.
He walks you to a shade, and takes your shaking hands in his. “Y/N, what happened?” His voice is overtaken by concern. All he wants to do is hold you close in his arms, and comfort you forever. He wants to be by your side forever, and make sure you never have to feel scared. He wishes he could make your parents understand just how much they affect you.
He wants to take you far away with him where you’re safe.
He firms his grip on your hands and pulls them up to his face. His plump, soft lips embrace your knuckles when he plants a small kiss on them, moving his forehead on yours and placing his jacket on you.
“Y/N” he whispers close, his voice shaking and soft, “Y/N I love you.”
You want to tell him you love him too.
You want to hug him tight and find solace and comfort in his arms, his voice
But your paralyzed
“You’re safe with me. Your safe here”
Mitsuya continues, never letting go of u
“We all care about you, you parents may be fighting but don’t be scared” mitsuya lifts up your face and looks deep in your eyes, and tender small smile forming on his face
“We’ll always come for you”
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A/N: I hope y’all enjoy!!! If u want a specific character don’t hesitate lol, I chose mitsuya cus he’s a caring bby and there’s always ppl out there like him who care a lot!
#tokyo revengers x reader#mitsuya takashi#mitsuya x reader#manjiro sano x reader#tokyo revengers fluff#tokyo rev x you#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers mitsuya
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you met me at a perfect time
Synopsis: You’d always hoped that you’d eventually get closer to your attractive next-door neighbor with the shitty box-dye job. You just wished it was under different circumstances.
Word count: 9K
Paring: Dabi x Reader (fem reader)
Warnings: Zombie!AU so the usual: corse language, death, sickness, violence, blood. So please Minors or Ageless blogs please DNI. This is rated 18+
This is for @medusashima rise of the dead collab event!
This was so much fun to write! I have a soft spot for MHA and zombies, so writing for both was a treat!
As this is a Zombie Apocalypse AU, I’m going to take it one step further and say that no one has quirks in this. That being said: Touya never burnt up and turned into Dabi, but he still uses the name on occasion, and is the implied black sheep of his family. He still has all of his piercings, He’s not losing those.
There isn’t really a happy ending to this, be forewarned.
Not gonna lie: I really do want to write more for tattoo artist!Dabi. He’s so hot.
Likes and reblogs are always apricated! I hope you enjoy <3
The outbreak started on a seemingly average day in May.
The day had started off normally enough. You’d woken up early to go get the mail and do a few things around your apartment, since you knew your roommate was going to be working late that night and you figured you’d utilize your day off to do something productive.
You slipped on your shoes and headed downstairs to your building’s mailbox, taking the stairway to the first floor. You unlocked your unit’s mailbox and gathered up yours and your roommate’s mail, casting a glance to your left so you could see out of your building’s glass entrance. You frowned slightly at the sight of wet concrete and dark skies as you shut your mailbox and locked it.
It was the middle of May but it had been unseasonably rainy so far. You had just moved to the area a few months back and your roommate had assured you that this district’s weather was normally sunny and warm during the spring months, but you had yet to see it.
You were just about to turn around and head back upstairs to drop the mail off, but you saw something that made you pause.
Your neighbor one floor down from you, a kind middle-aged gentleman who lived in unit 312, was standing outside in the parking lot at front of the building, swaying lightly from side to side as he peered down at his reflection in a puddle.
That was odd. Your neighbor, while not overly outgoing, had never acted like that before. He was just… standing there, swaying as if he were drunk or in some sort of trance.
You don’t know why, but something told you to go check on him. It wasn’t like him to act like that. Sighing, you opened the door and stepped outside, slowly making your way towards your neighbor who had yet to acknowledge your presence
“Mr. Takashi?” you called out hesitantly. “Mr. Takashi, are you alright?”
The man said nothing in return as he continued to look down at his distorted reflection in the puddle.
Fuck. You think inwardly. The man might be having some sort of medical emergency. If that was the case, you’d have to call somebody. Just as you were pulling out your phone to punch in the non-emergency number, the man in front of you finally seemed to take notice of you and his head jerked up violently to stare at you.
It took everything in you not to recoil at the sudden movement, but the thing that really has you worried, are his eyes
The skin around them is sunken in and so dark it looks almost black. The whites of his eyes have yellowed and a strange sort of haze seems to be lingering over them, one that you know he didn’t have a few days ago when you had exchanged pleasantries with him in the hallway. The next thing that hits you is the smell.
You can’t tell if it’s his breath or body odor but whatever the hell it is, it hits you like a punch to the gut and you have to fight with yourself to NOT cover your nose and back away in disgust.
It smells like something is rotting. Like a corpse that’s been left out in the sun for far too long-
“Mr. Takashi, are you okay?” You ask him again, urgently this time. He still hasn’t responded to your questions, and now you’re getting seriously worried. You call out to him one more time, and he seems to snap out of the trance he’s in. He blinks and looks around, confused, before his gaze shifts to you, but you notice that the haze hasn’t cleared in his eyes.
“Oh… hello… you’re the girl from floor four, yes?”
“That’s me.” You confirm, still unsure of what to make of his strange behavior. “Are you okay sir? You’ve just been standing out here staring off into space. I’ve been trying to get your attention, but you didn’t answer me. Are you feeling well?”
“Oh… m’fine.” He slurs slightly. “Just haven’t been feeling myself today. But I’ll be okay.”
“Are you sure there isn’t someone I can call for you?” you press gently. “Maybe we could call someone to take you to a doctor’s office?”
Your neighbor is silent for a few moments and you realize that he’s staring off into space again. You can’t be sure if it’s just a trick of the light, but it looks like his eyes are cloudier than they were before—
“Mr. Takashi?” you try one more time and his head turns in your direction unnaturally.
“Oh m’fine. Just haven’t been feeling myself today. But I’ll be okay.”
What the fuck is going on with him? You think to yourself. Why is he repeating the same thing again?
Almost as if he can read your thoughts, the older man shakes his head and pushes himself away from you. “I’ve gotta go.” He mutters as he shuffles past you on unsteady legs. “Not feeling good. See you later girl.”
You watch, concerned, as he stumbles back towards the building and disappears inside, still looking like he’s in a fog. Nothing about that whole exchange felt right. Everything about it, from the way he spoke to you, to the way he moved, was wrong, but you can’t place what about the interaction has you so on edge.
Something about your neighbor is very, very wrong. But you don’t know what it is, or who you could even tell. After a moment of silently watching him stumble into the building, you glance back up towards the dark sky and put a hand over your eyes, squinting upwards.
It looks like it’s about to rain. Hard.
The first dop of rain that hits your cheek confirms your theory, and you dart back inside for cover. Once inside, you look around the lobby for your neighbor, but he’s all but disappeared.
Hopefully he’s gone back to his apartment, you think to yourself, as you make the trek back up to your floor. You don’t want to run into him stumbling around the halls. You hope that he’s just incredibly tired for some reason and that’s why he’s acting all out of sorts, but something tells you that’s not what’s bothering him.
The whole exchange has you so preoccupied, that you barely register the door to the unit next to you open, and someone step out to lean heavily against the doorframe.
“You okay there Doll? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
You damn near trip and stumble over your own feet at the sound of a familiar, raspy voice and you quickly right yourself to make eye contact with your next-door neighbor, hoping to god that he didn’t see your blunder. Judging from the playful glint you see in his very blue eyes; you know he did, and suddenly, all your concerns from earlier fly out the window.
Your neighbor next door in unit 401, is an interesting guy to put it mildly.
You don’t know much about him, only that his name is Touya, but he tends to go by Dabi depending on who he’s hanging around, and he works as a popular tattoo artist in the downtown area. Apparently, he’s apparently something of a master with ink and piercings alike. Almost all visible skin on him from the neck down is tattooed, and you know he’s done most of it himself.
You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t harbor something of a crush on the man.
He is unfairly attractive, in the unconventional sort of way that would have made your high-school self swoon. He’s tall and lean, but has a good amount of muscle to him – you’ve stared at the definition in his arms while watching videos of him tattooing clients on his Instagram page long enough to know that. His ears have multiple piercings in them each, and he has quite a few facial piercings. You’ve never found them particularly attractive on people before you met him, but they suit his face nicely.
One fun fact about him that you’ve learned recently, curtesy of your roommate, is he dyes his hair. You used to think his inky spikes were natural, since the shade suited him nicely, but as it turns out that’s not the case according to her. He must do it himself though, because the last couple of times you’ve seen him, his roots have been getting progressively lighter to the point that you can’t ignore it anymore.
You haven’t been able to speak to him much aside from the occasional small talk when you inevitably cross paths in the hallway. You tend to work early to late, while he works late in the afternoon till even later at night then you, so it’s rare for you to meet up like this. He must have the day off too.
“Hey Touya… or, is it Dabi?”
He snorts, sending you a wicked grin as he takes a drag of his cigarette. “Touya’s fine, Doll. I don’t make pretty girls call me Dabi. That’s reserved for clients and my asshole co-workers.”
Right. He’s probably tattooed his fair share of less than pleasant people in his line of work. You probably wouldn’t want them knowing your full name either, if you had his job.
Fuck, did he just call you pretty?
“You know you shouldn’t be smoking in the hallway. Mrs. Honda will have a fit if she catches you again. I heard her screaming at you from down in the lobby last time.” You shudder as you think of your building’s superintendent. For a woman in her mid-sixties who couldn’t be any taller then five feet, she could be really scarry when she wanted to be.
“That old hag won’t do shit to me. I pay my rent on time, which is more then I can say for some fuckers here.” Touya mutters around the cigarette, but he still disappears into his apartment, presumably to put out the cigarette, before returning to lean on the doorframe.
He looks you up and down for a moment, seeming to mull over something in his head, before he juts his chin at you. “What’s your plans for tonight?”
Well, that was new. Touya never asked about your personal life, or if you had anything else going on aside from work before. Was he asking because he was curious, or--?
“I think I’ll be staying close to home tonight. It’s been a while since I took it easy. What about you?”
“Might be going out with some of the guys from work for dinner tonight. Probably won’t be late though.” The hint of a smirk pulls at his lips. “If I get back early enough, you and I should do something.”
Oh. That was unexpected. Unexpected, but not unwelcome.
“You wanna do something with me?” you clarify. He nods, the sly grin never leaving his face.
“Why? I’m not saying no, but we’ve never been able to have an actual conversation up until now. Suddenly you want to do something with me?” You ask and he laughs, shaking his head.
“I’ve had my eye on you since you moved in next door Princess. Not my fault that we work opposite shifts. Besides, I thought for sure you would’ve noticed me checking you out with how often I’ve caught you staring at me.”
You cough and look away, not wanting him to see how flushed his comment had made you. Goddamn it. Had he really been watching you this whole time? How could he be stupidly attractive and preceptive? It wasn’t fair.
“Anyways, I figured it was about time to make a move, since you clearly weren’t going to.” Touya continues with a smirk, caging his arms back behind his head. “I have the day off and it looks like you do too. You should come over later tonight after I get back and do something with me.”
You cross your arms over your chest and shoot him a teasing grin, trying to recover. “Oh? Like what? You gonna let me re-dye your hair or something? I think your roots are starting to show.” You squint at the crown of his head, where you can see the tell-tale signs of lighter coloured hair starting to grow out from underneath the dark, spiky strands.
Touya groans at your observation and runs a hand exasperatedly through his hair, ruffling it. “Don’t remind me. I haven’t had the chance to dye it again.”
“What is your natural colour anyways? I thought it was black. You wear it well.” You tell him honesty.
Touya shoots you a grin. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me.”
He laughs. “Come over and see for yourself.”
“Maybe I will.” You tease back. “All depends on when you get back from dinner with your friends though. I’m not a two-in-the-morning-visit type of girl, and I know how late you like to stay out.”
It’s not far from the truth. Sometimes you’ve heard him stumbling back into his apartment well into the early hours of the morning. Probably getting back in from drinking at one of the clubs you know he frequents, or doing god knows what else.
He snorts at your comment, but the playful glint in his eyes doesn’t leave. “Shouldn’t be out too late this time. I’m telling you, Princess, if you get lonely tonight, you know where to find me.”
He closes the door to his apartment without another word.
That night everything went to shit.
Your roommate didn’t come back to the apartment. That was the first thing that tipped you off that something wasn’t right. You knew that she was working late, but it was pushing three hours past her normal end time, and you were starting to worry.
You try to call her several times, but every call went straight to voicemail, so you eventually gave up on that endeavor. Same with texting. All of the texts you send her garnered no response so after a while, you stop that too. You hope she’s with a friend or maybe she decided to go out after work like she sometimes did, but you couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that was building in the pit your stomach.
Trying to distract yourself, you flip on the television and it went right to your local news. The news woman is standing outside of a hospital, reporting about multiple patients all showing similar signs of an infection that seemed to be caused by an unknown pathogen, before she was suddenly shooed away by several firefighters.
As the camera pans away from the woman and flicks back towards the hospital, you remember thinking that the hospital looked vaguely like the one about twenty minutes away from your apartment building, before it suddenly erupts into flames.
An explosion in the distance rattles the windows to your apartment, and you bolt over to the closest one without thinking. The vibrations from the blast are still vibrating through your apartment as you peer outside in shock.
Sure enough, you can see the tell-tale glow of a massive fire in the distance. Several skyscrapers have blocked your view of the actual hospital, but you know it’s ablaze. Suddenly, you’re very thankful that your building isn’t directly in the city and that a large park separates your home from the major core, because you can only imagine how chaotic the downtown is right now.
Shuddering, you rip your eyes away from the window and move back towards the T.V. feeling numb all over. The scene has shifted back to the main news room, where you can see the news anchors trying desperately to figure out what’s going on, and re-establish contact with their fellow reporter and her crew at the hospital.
Inwardly you know it’s hopeless. If they’re not dead, they’re badly injured.
You’re just about to shut the T.V. off and reach for your phone to call your roommate one more time, before you’re interrupted by the sounds of loud, uneven knocking at door leading into your apartment.
For some reason, you feel your blood freeze in your veins at the sound. You pocket your phone into the back pocket of your sleep shorts and move hesitantly towards the door. You approach slowly, making sure you don’t make too much noise as you put your eye up to the peep hole to see who’s at your door.
It’s Mr. Takashi from floor three.
The peep hole doesn’t let you see much aside from his fuzzy figure, but biased on what you can see, he doesn’t look good. You can’t be sure, but you think there may be blood on him—
“Sweetheart? Sweethart are you in there?” the man croaks out, swaying side to side in front of your door. “I need… I need some help… Can you let me in? Please let me in…”
Goddamn it. What the hell was going on tonight? Normally you would have simply called out to him that if he was in need of medical attention, you’d call him an ambulance, but based on what you just witnessed on the T.V. and the explosion outside your window, you don’t think the hospital is an option anymore.
“Mr. Takashi? What’s wrong? What can I help you with? Are you hurt?” you finally manage to call out to him from behind the safety of your door.
“I need help… I feel… I feel really sick… please… you’re the only one that cares enough to ask…”
Fuck sakes.
Your bleeding heart is going to get you killed one day, you’re certain of it.
You suck on your teeth as you weigh your options. You know this is a bad idea, you feel it in your gut. He hasn’t been acting right since you saw him this morning, and you have no idea what seems to be bothering him now. You’re not remotely qualified to deal with what’s currently bothering him, whether it be physically or mentally, but if something awful happens to him, and you could’ve possibly done something to help him, you know that you won’t be able to forgive yourself.
So, you grit your teeth and unlock your front door, allowing your downstairs neighbor to stumble in as you shut the door and lock it behind you.
“Okay, what seems to be the problem—” Your voice dies off as the man slowly turns around to look at you, and you have to fight off the familiar urge to cover your nose and hold back vomit.
You don’t know how, but somehow, he looks even worse than he did earlier. His skin looks like it’s lost all of its parlor and looks almost translucent in the soft lighting of your apartment. His eyes are glassy and the parts of his irises that aren’t milky, are bloodshot. Now that you’re able to get a better look at him, his clothes look like they have splatters of blood strewn across them, but you can’t tell if they’re his or not…
If that wasn’t concerning enough; that foul, rotting stench that was wafting off him earlier is ten-fold now, and it almost brings you to your knees. You try to breathe through your mouth, but it does little to help you as you fight back the gag reflex you feel trying to kick in. You have no idea where the stench is emanating from. You can’t see any open wounds on him, though it does little to explain how the red stains on his clothes – which you’re almost certain is blood – got on him. You already know that whatever’s wrong with him, it’s far out of your capabilities.
“Mr. Takashi? Mr. Takashi, I don’t know if I can help you.” You manage to get out as you watch him shuffle aimlessly around. “Have you tried calling a doctor? Anyone? I don’t think I’m equipped to help you properly—”
“Can’t get through… all busy… I feel so sick.” He mutters, looking at you, but at the same time, looking straight through you, as if you’re just an obstacle in his way.
“I- hold on, what’s all the stuff on you?” you gesture to rust coloured stains covering him. “Is that blood? Is it yours? Are you bleeding somewhere?” You’re not sure if you want to know the answer, but if he’s not going to tell you what’s bothering him, you’ll have to get it out of him some other way.
“Dead, all dead… not for long.”
You’re not sure if you like that answer… if you could even call it that.
“Who’s dead?” you press. “Mr. Takashi? Did you do something?”
But your neighbor isn’t listening to you. You watch, horrified, as his eyes seem to glaze over completely, and suddenly his breathing becomes labored to the point you’re not sure if he can breathe at all.
“Shit.” You groan as you grab his hand without thinking, and drag him through your apartment to you and your roommate’s shared bathroom. You have to force the door open a bit as you drag him in the small bathroom and rip open the medicine cabinet on the wall. The hinges on the door have been getting stuck recently and your landlord has yet to fix them, despite how many times you and your roommate have complained.
You’re not really sure what you’re looking for as you search through your cabinet frantically. Something, to help clear his airways preferably, but neither you nor your roommate are asthmatics, so you know your chances of finding useful medications are slim to none.
Suddenly a strange croaking growl cuts through the air behind you, and you turn to face your neighbor, only to freeze.
He looks feral. Deranged is a better word for it. His mouth is hanging open, and his limbs are jerking sporadically, but you don’t see any light behind his eyes… what you can see of them anyways. He looks like he’s about to collapse, but something is holding him up, like a puppet on a string. He looks like a corpse that recently died. Maybe he is one, you don’t know.
“Mr. Takashi?” you try once, hesitantly.
His head jerks in your general direction. Then he lunges.
You barely have any time to react, let alone scream for help as he claws at you, groaning unintelligibly as he tries to sink his teeth into your skin. You manage to hook an arm under his jaw, shutting his mouth and driving his face away from yours, as you use your other hand to try and subdue his own, which are trying to find purchase on your body.
Thankfully, he isn’t a big man, and he may even weigh less then you do, so he’s not particularly hard to ward off – especially considering he doesn’t seem to have the best control over his physical faculties at the moment – but you still struggle to hold him off long enough to put some space in between you and him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?! Get. Off.” You snarl as you shove him to the side hard enough that he falls into your shower tub, bringing your shower curtain down with him. You don’t stop to catch your breath; you bolt out of the bathroom before he can untangle himself and slam the door shut behind you.
You’re suddenly grateful that the bathroom door jams whenever it’s fully closed. You have a hell of a time with it some days, and you’re hoping that it’ll be enough to hold him off for now.
But what if it isn’t enough? What if he comes at you again?
You don’t stick around long enough to entertain the idea. You’re bolting through your apartment, and are out your front door before you know it, slamming it shut behind you, as you press yourself against it, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.
You look around your hallway and you immediately wish that you hadn’t. The place looks like a war-zone. Several of the overhead pot-lights are flickering ominously above you, there are signs of a possible struggle further down the hall way to your left, and the walls across from you look like they have blood smeared across them.
It’s alarmingly quiet. Too quiet for a place the looks like someone may have been murdered in not long ago.
You strain your ears to see if you can hear any of your other neighbors in their units, but all you’re met with is silence. The abnormal quiet does little to comfort you. Normally, you can always hear some sort of noise from your neighbors out in the hallway, even when they’re in their apartments. You don’t know why it’s so quiet now, but it has you on edge.
How the hell you didn’t notice the chaos that must have been unfolding outside your door is beyond you. You were so wrapped up trying to figure out where your roommate was, that you weren’t paying attention to anything else – now you’re paying for it.
The deathly silence reminds you you’re alone. You’re out in the open and you don’t have anything to protect yourself with. Going back into your apartment is out of the question, and you’re not particularly close enough with any of your neighbors to go pounding on their doors for help. (Something tells you they wouldn’t open their doors for anyone now anyways)
Except for possibly one.
You turn to your right where the door leading to the stairwell is. Across from the stairwell is the last apartment on your floor. Unit 401 – Touya’s apartment.
You wouldn’t call each other close. Hell, the first full conversation you’ve had with him was literally earlier today, but he did invite you over, and if his earlier comments meant anything, he’s had his eye on you for a while now. Maybe he’d be willing to help you—
A distant scream shatters the illusion of relative safety, and makes up your mind for you. You can’t tell where it’s coming from, but you don’t want to find out. You bolt over to Touya’s door and knock frantically on it, trying to be as quiet as possible. “Touya? Touya, are you home? If you are, please let me in, it’s an emergency!” you hiss, throwing a look over your shoulder to make sure that you’re still alone out in the hallway. Thankfully, you don’t see anyone.
Your tattooed neighbor doesn’t open the door. You start to feel a cold sweat break out over your body, and you knock on his door again, a little louder this time. You’re about to call out to him, until you remember he told you that he was going out this with some friends tonight.
Fuck, you don’t even know if he’s back yet. You can’t remember seeing him pull into the parking lot outside the apartment building, or hearing him pass by your door to get to his own. If he’s not home, you’re screwed. You’ve left your apartment and now are standing in the hallway, unarmed, wearing nothing but a loose t-shirt and sleep shorts. Not ideal for running for your life in.
You’re just about to raise your hand to pound on his door one last time, before the door to the staircase is violently ripped open and Touya comes bursting through it, gasping for air. His badly dyed hair is windswept and wet, presumably from the light rain outside. There is something thick and dark dripping from his jacket as he hunches over, panting like he’s run the whole way home, and maybe he has. All you know is the dark substance that’s now dripping onto the floor isn’t water. It looks suspiciously like—
Touya looks up, his blue eyes wild in the dim of the hallway, and meets your own startled ones. He blinks like he can’t believe that you’re standing outside of his door in nothing but your sleepwear, before his face suddenly shifts and he strides over to you.
“What the fuck are you doing out here?” he hisses as he pushes past you to unlock his door and all but drags you inside his apartment, making sure to lock the door behind him before turning to you again. “Have you not seen what the fuck is going on out there?”
“No… I mean… What do you mean, what’s going on out there?” you parrot him, casting another nervous glace to the door behind you. “I’m more concerned about the weird shit that’s happening here.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know Mr. Takeshi? One floor down from us?”
“Should I?”
“Well— it doesn’t matter anymore I guess.” You mutter darkly. “Point is, I think he’s really sick. He’s not acting right and he smells like something died.” Your nose crinkles in disgust as you recall the memory.
“He came pounding on my door out of nowhere and I let him in thinking he needed help, next thing I know, he’s trying to bite me! I got away and locked him in the bathroom, but I didn’t know if the door would hold, so I bolted out of my unit.”
You try and give him a smile. It doesn’t work. “I didn’t know what else to do, so I tried to see if you were home. Thankfully you showed up when you did. The hallway looks like it’s got blood smeared everywhere and I haven’t seen a single person all night-“
“He didn’t bite you, did he?”
“He—what?” you ask, caught off guard by his question.
“The dude in your bathroom, he didn’t bite you, right?” Touya asks impatiently, gesturing towards you. You shake your head.
“No, but he tried to. Why?”
“It’s not just him.” Touya juts his chin towards the front door. “He’s not the only one acting like that. I don’t know what it is, but it’s everywhere. They were downtown too.”
“There’s more people like him?” You groan, fighting the urge to panic at the news. What the hell was going on? Was it some mutant case of rabies, or was it something worse…
“Trust me, you haven’t seen half the shit I’ve seen.” Touya mutters as he crosses over to the windows on the other side of his living room, and pulls back the black-out shades covering them so he can peer out into the darkness. “Downtown is a fucking nightmare. People are biting people and tearing into them, doing all sorts of other nasty shit. It looks like fucking World War III has broken out, but with cannibals instead of nukes”
“The hospital close to here exploded.” You mutter, thinking back to that final news report. “Did you see it?”
“I felt it.” Touya corrects you with a grimace. “I was driving back here and was about two blocks away when it happened. I’m amazed the windows in my car didn’t implode. Shit was loud as hell.”
He lets the drapes fall back into place, plunging the room into darkness again and you hear him fumbling around in the dark for a moment, muttering obscenities under his breath. You hear a small click somewhere to your left and his T.V. turns on. The glare illuminates Touya’s lanky form and you see his brow furrow as he rapidly surfs through T.V. channels – all of them are broadcasting static.
“Shit.” He mutters as he tosses the remote down on the couch, raking a hand through his hair. “No T.V. That was fucking fast. The people on the radio wouldn’t shut the hell up about some viral sickness while I was driving back here, but I lost the channel about a block away. Couldn’t get any other stations to work either.”
“The radio stopped working as well?” Truthfully, if he hadn’t had told you, you wouldn’t have known. You switched to Spotify a while ago and never looked back, but the knowledge that the radio broadcasters have fallen silent, possibly for the last time, is chilling.
“Same as the T.V.” Touya grumbles as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He taps it and lifts the cracked screen to his face, scowling as he holds it out in front of him. “I don’t have any bars, do you?”
You may not have been smart enough to grab a knife from your kitchen before you ran out of your unit, but thank God your phone never leaves your side. You nod and reach into the back pocket of your sleep shorts and pull out your device. You unlock it and shake your head, holding it out so he can see.
“No, I don’t have any service and I can’t access the internet. It must be a provider issue.”
“Fuck sakes.” Touya snarls as he jams his phone back into his pockets. “No T.V., no phones, no radio. You know what this means right?” he looks at you expectantly and you nod, dread pooling in your stomach.
“We’re alone.”
“You got that right.” Touya is silent for a moment. His gaze falls to his feet and then back to the covered window. He doesn’t look at you as he mutters “My brother works at that fuckn’ hospital.”
“Your brother?” he nods, still not looking at you, but you can see the worry shining in his eyes as he bites at his lip. You can see the outline of his tongue toying with one of the piercings in his cheek. He’s stressed. He doesn’t have to tell you, you know.
“Younger brother. He’s in school to become a doctor. He’s doing his residency there. I can’t remember what shift he’s on right now.”
“I didn’t know you had siblings.” You say. You don’t know how to comfort him, but you know it’s not a wise idea to let him linger on his brother’s whereabouts. Touya nods absentmindedly.
“I’m the oldest of four. My sister’s an elementary school teacher, my younger brother works at the hospital and my youngest brother’s still in high school. He’s supposed to graduate next month.” He frowns. “Haven’t spoken to them in ages aside from Natsu – brother at the hospital. Kinda regretting that now.”
“I’m sure they’re fine.” You tell him quickly, stepping closer to him in an effort to get him to look at you. It works and cerulean blue eyes turn to focus on you. You swallow and continue.
“Don’t assume anything until you get actual answers. Right now, nobody knows anything, but what I do know is that we probably shouldn’t stay here. I have no idea what’s going on out there, but if the downtown is as bad as you say it is, then it probably won’t be long until whatever it is makes its way over here.”
“It’s already here.” Touya mutters. “Didn’t you say one of those fuckers is locked in your bathroom?”
“Yeah.” You turn to eye the wall that separates your units and you swear you hear faint yelling and banging coming from the other side. “I don’t think I can go back over there.”
“No.” Touya agrees with a sigh, and he turns on his heel and disappears down his small hallway to where you assume his bedroom is. He returns a moment later with two backpacks and tosses one at you. “Help me pack some shit and we’ll get the hell out of here.”
“Where?” you ask him as he strides to his kitchen. You hear drawers opening and closing and cutlery being rattled around.
“My family home. It’s out in the country, away from the city. As much as I don’t want to pay my old man a visit, it’s the only other place I can think of that’s remotely safe. I can say hi to my mom at least, siblings too, if they’re at the house.”
“Would they be okay with me tagging along?” you ask hesitantly. You may have been neighbors for the past several months, but this man is still practically a perfect stranger to you. The most you’ve ever talked to him was today. He doesn’t need to do anything for you.
As if he can read your thoughts, Touya’s head peaks around the corner to stare at you, eyebrow quirked and shit: his eyebrows are a hell of a lot lighter than the ends of his hair. How you only noticed it now, is a mystery.
“Well, I’m not just going to leave you here.” He tells you with the hint of a smirk before he ducks back around to keep packing some essentials.
“As far as I know, you might be the only other unaffected person in the building. I might be an asshole, but I’m not that much of an asshole, Princess.”
“You think so?” you ask, peering into the bag, only to see an oversized shirt and a pair of sweatpants staring back at you.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I didn’t see anyone living coming up from the parking lot, but there’s a whole lot of blood in the stairwell and our hallway doesn’t look much better—ah shit.”
You hear him hiss in annoyance and you put your bag down to join him in the kitchen. You round the corner to see him holding his shoulder, wincing slightly. He pulls his hand away after a moment and stares down at his hand.
His palm is covered in red.
He looks up and your eyes meet. “It’s not mine.” He says quickly, but the look on your face tells him that you don’t believe him. He shrugs off his dark leather jacket with a curse and you can see the shoulder of his white t-shirt is stained through with blood.
“It’s not all mine.” He tells you again, making you look up at him. He grimaces. “I got jumped by one of those assholes as I was getting out of my car. She didn’t bite me, but she put up a hell of a struggle.”
He pulls down the collar of his shirt for you to inspect. Sure enough, there is no bite mark, but there are two long angry red gashes that are slowly oozing blood down his inked arm.
“We need to clean that.” You mutter. “I don’t know what this is, or how it’s spread, but you don’t want that getting infected.”
“It might be too late for that.”
Your gaze flicks up to meet his and he looks away. “What?” you ask him quietly. “What did you say?”
Touya only looks away from you. “Forget it. Just… help me get some things together and then we can go.”
You pack in relative silence, the static from the T.V. acting as background noise as Touya directs you on what to pack. You ask about the spare change of clothes in your bag and he shrugs, muttering something about how you probably wouldn’t make it far in what you’re currently wearing.
It almost feels like you’re packing to go on a trip with him. You could almost trick yourself into believing it – if you ignore the muffled banging and inhumane snarls coming from the other side of the wall where your apartment is.
That’s not the only disturbing thing that you’re hearing either. The once quiet hallway outside Touya’s door is starting to come alive with the sounds of low groans filling the air. You swear you hear shuffling footsteps moving past the front door on multiple occasions, but every time you turn your head to look in the direction of the door, there’s nothing there. It does nothing to ease your nerves or help your paranoia.
What you’re really worried about, is Touya himself. His movements are slowing down, and he seems to be slightly uncoordinated as he shoves a set of knives into his pack. You hope it’s just pain from the claw marks on his shoulder that’s making him act strangely, but based on what you’ve already seen-
“I think that’s it.” Touya sighs, casting a look around his messy apartment. He breathes out through his nose, before reaching into his jacket pocket and fishes out his car keys with a small jingle. He looks at them longingly for a moment, before tossing them to you. You barely have time to react before he’s pushing his bag towards you as well.
“Those are the keys to my car. It’s parked near the front entrance. If you move fast and don’t get distracted, you should make it no problem.”
“That’s fantastic, but why are you telling me this?” You press, as you hold his keys back out towards him. “We’re going together. I don’t know where your family home is. If you want me to drive, I’m going to need directions.”
Touya laughs, but it’s not a kind one, as he shoves the keys back to your person. “About that… I don’t think I’m going anywhere Princess.”
“What are you talking about? I’m not going to leave you here—”
Your words die in your throat as Touya aggressively shoves down the front of his shirt so you can see the gory scratch marks on him, and you feel your heart drop into your stomach.
They look so much worse then when he first showed them to you. The skin around them looks like it’s peeling back from the gashes, and seems to be turning black around the edges. It almost looks like the wound is starting to rot, but you don’t know how that’s possible. He only got injured recently. There’s no way that it could’ve gotten infected that quickly-
“Listen to me.” He almost begs you, snapping you out of your reprieve. “I’ve been feeling like shit since that bitch downstairs raked her fucking talons down my arm. I’ve had a fever since it happened and it’s not letting up.”
He points to the worst of the marks. “This happened an hour ago, and I’m already worse. I don’t think it matters if it’s a bite or not – if one of these things manage to get your hands on you, it’s game over.”
No. No, no, this can’t be happening. He can’t possibly be suggesting what you think he is.
He can’t be turning into what Mr. Takashi currently is. he just can’t.
“Touya, I can’t leave without you.” You start, quickly cutting him off as you see him open his mouth to protest. “I just moved here. I don’t have any family in the area, and I don’t know anybody else aside from you and my roommate, and she never came home, so you’re all I have now.”
You hate that your voice cracks at the end, but it’s true: you don’t have anybody else, and if he kicks you out now, then you’ll truly be alone.
You don’t know what’s scarier: the potential horde of crazed lunatics waiting for you outside, or the crushing loneliness of being by yourself in an uncertain world.
You’re not sure if you want to find out.
“I’m not going to tell you again: you need to leave.” Touya urges you as he thrusts the keys back into your hand, closing your fingers around them. “Shizuoka Prefecture, that’s where you need to go. My house is logged into the nav, just follow the directions and you’ll get there. My family will recognize my car. You’ll just need to explain to them why I’m not there—”
“Touya I’m not going.” You tell him firmly, setting his keys down on the counter next to you. “No one was prepared for this to happen. Not you, not me, nobody. Even if I do make it out of the building, I’m not going to last long on my own.”
“If you stay here with me, there’s a good chance that you won’t make it at all.” Touya warns with a breathy laugh, but you can see that he’s fighting back a grimace. His hand moves to cover his wound, but his movements are slow and shaky. If you focus on his eyes, you can just start to make out a familiar haze starting to cover his brilliant blue irises.
Fuck.
He’s sick. Not as sick as Mr. Takashi was, but you’re certain that he’s got whatever he had. Realistically, you know that he’s right and you should leave, put as much distance between yourself and him as you possibly can, but where would you go? Even if you made it to Touya’s childhood home, there’s no guarantee that his family would help you, not that you’d blame them. You’re as good as dead if you leave.
Granted, you might be screwed if you stay here with him, but…
“At least I’m with someone who I know.” You point out gently. “If the world really is going to hell, I’d much rather spend whatever time I have left with someone who isn’t a total stranger.”
Touya falls silent. For once, he doesn’t have a retort for you. Finally, he shrugs in defeat and slides down the wall closest to him, seemingly not having the strength to hold himself up any longer.
You try not to stare at the dark red streak he leaves on the wall behind him.
“If you wanna stay, be my guest, but if I do end up turning into one of those things, do me a favour and put me out of my misery, won’t you, Doll? Wouldn’t wanna rip your pretty face off.”
You want to laugh. The situation is so absurd. You think you may have tried, but a choked sob is the only thing that comes out of your mouth.
You’re dangerously close to the brink of tears, but you don’t want to cry in front of your clearly sick neighbor, knowing that your tears aren’t going to help anything. Touya, despite it all, is still as annoyingly preceptive as ever. He sighs heavily and pats the spot next to him.
“C’mere Princess, sit down before you have an aneurism.”
You cross over and slide down the wall so you’re sitting down next to him. Next thing you know, Touya drapes a heavy arm around you and pulls you into his side. “It’s okay.” He tells you in his gravely voice, even though you know it isn’t. “It ain’t your fault. Just… sit with me for a little bit, yeah?”
Of course, you would, you wouldn’t deny him that. You don’t think you’re in the right to deny him anything right now. You feel oddly indebted to him.
This was the first time that you actually got to hang out with your ridiculously attractive neighbor since moving here, why did it have to be when the world was going to shit?
“It’s not fair.” You mutter into his side, feeling like a small child. “I wish I could have met you at a better time.”
“Naw Doll, you met me at the perfect time.”
This time you can’t stop the tears you feel threatening to overflow, and they pour down your face silently as Touya holds you against him.
You don’t know how long you stay with him like that for, but you gradually hear the hallways outside Touya’s door become louder, as the stagnate air fills with the sounds of the undead. At the same time, you listen as your tattooed companion’s breathing becomes more and more labored with each passing minute.
You know what’s happening. He sounds eerily similar to how Mr. Takashi did in your apartment before he turned on you. You know you should move away from him, but you can’t bring yourself to leave his side.
He hasn’t said anything to you, but judging by the way he’s still tightly gripping onto your side, despite getting progressively weaker as time drags on, your presence is comforting to him.
You want to say something, anything, to bring him some small measure of comfort, but you regretfully don’t know him well enough to do so. Instead, you ask him the question that has been on your mind since your initial conversation with him earlier that afternoon.
“You never did tell me what your natural hair colour is.” You croak. Touya manages to wheeze out a laugh and presses a light kiss to your temple.
“White.” He murmurs softly in your ear. “It’s white.”
His chest rises and falls one more time before stilling, and your neighbor is gone.
You don’t know how long you stay there for. A part of you can’t fully accept that he’s gone, even as the arm around you grows heavy and limp, sliding down your back until it reaches the floor behind you with a muffled thud.
You feel hot, wet tears slide down your cheeks as Touya’s head lolls to the side, exposing the deep, ugly gashes in his shoulder. They’ve grown darker in colour, and the smell of meat on the verge of going rotten fills the air. It’s only when you can’t stand the smell anymore do you finally get up from your spot on the ground, but you don’t move far from him, you can’t. You don’t want to leave him like this, it’s not right.
You know that you shouldn’t stay here. You should grab his keys, and try your luck at reaching his car before your spotted by whatever’s lurking out in the hallways, or worse, before your neighbor potentially comes back as one of those… things.
But you don’t move from your spot. You run over all the possible variables in your head, and you come to the conclusion that regardless of whether you stay or go, you’re fucked.
You have no family close to your location that you could stay with, no friends either. You had let your roommate use your car tonight to get to work, and your doubtful that you’ll ever see it or her again after tonight, and even if you took Touya’s keys and tried to make it down to the ground floor to escape using his car, you have no idea how many of those creatures are out there waiting for you.
By the amount sounds you keep hearing outside the door, you can assume that it’s a lot.
You eye Touya’s keys. They’re still laying in the same spot on his counter, but you don’t make a move for them. What’s the point.
He told you to get to his family’s house in the country, but considering how the phones aren’t working, you’re not sure if his car’s navigation system would work either. Even if it did, and you were somehow able to make it to his car without getting attacked or bitten by the hordes of possibly infected people out there, there’s no guarantee that his family would help you. You wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t.
If you stayed here, you were fucked. If you left, you were definitely fucked.
Either way, you were going to lose, so you might as well pick the slightly less shitty option.
If you were going to die, then you were going to at least chose how, or rather, who was going to take you out.
So, you lean yourself up against the wall opposite to Toyua’s slumped over form, and wait.
You’re not sure how much time has elapsed, but a slight movement from Touya’s hunched over form draws your full attention to him. You watch as his arm, the one that was previously draped around your shoulders, jerks out at an odd angle, his fingers flexing and extending slowly. His legs twitch sporadically, almost as if something is shocking him, and a low growl emits out of his throat, deep and inhuman. Slowly, his head lifts from its crumpled position, and you watch as blurry turquoise eyes slowly lift upwards until they focus on your own.
They’re Touya’s eyes, but there’s no life behind them. He’s gone. This is just a hollow corpse that looks like him.
For a brief moment, you think about the set of knifes that are packed in one of the bags next to you. You contemplate about reaching for them, but you decide against it. You don’t think you could do it anyways, even though you know the creature that’s eyeing you up isn’t Touya.
You watch with silent tears pooling in your eyes, as the creature’s mouth pulls into a snarl, and forces’ himself up off the floor on unsteady legs. He shuffles over to you slowly and for every step he advances, you take one step back, until your back hit’s the opposite wall and there’s nowhere else for you to go.
He reaches for you and you slap his hand away with a sob. This creature may be your death, but you weren’t going to make it easy for him. If he wanted your life, he’d have to earn it.
Suddenly, one of the last things that Touya said to you before he succumbed to the sickness crosses your mind as the creature slowly advances on you. He never wanted to turn into one of these things. Hell, he even asked you to take him out if he turned.
You swallow shakily. You don’t want to. You really don’t want to… but now… you might not have a choice. Regardless of what happened to you, you won’t leave Touya as he was now. You’d honor his last request to you. Even if it ended up costing you your life.
The imposter reaches for you again, this time with both hands, and you shove him back with an angry snarl as fresh tears begin to run down your face.
It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s just not fucking fair.
A glint of light reflecting off the countertop catches your eye. Touya’s car keys are sitting innocently at the end of the countertop near where you’re pressed up against the wall. Due to your earlier hesitation, you won’t be able to grab the knives packed away in the bag before he’s on you, however Touya has numerous keys on his lanyard, some of them look quite sharp…
You twist to the side just as the creature reaches for you again. You duck under his outstretched arms and grab the lanyard, fisting the keys tightly in you hand as you try and keep your distance from the aggressive corpse that Touya has become.
An irritated rumble pulls from the imposters intricately tattooed throat, before he suddenly swings his whole body towards you and slams you up against the closest wall, knocking the wind out of you. He grabs your arms before you can recover, pinning them to your sides with a strength that you didn’t expect from a walking corpse.
You squirm and thrash, trying to claw at him, but in the end, you know it’s futile. You resigned yourself to this fate when you chose to stay with him despite knowing the outcome. At least you’ll die at the hands of someone you know. Not out there, alone and scared.
You cry out in pain as Touya sinks his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder, tearing through skin and muscle as his canines sink in deep, locking him to you. You feel blood gush out from the puncture wounds his teeth have made in your shoulder, and run down your torso, staining your shirt crimson. His arms are still pinning yours to your sides, trapping you in some kind of death embrace, as you feel the strength slowly start to leave your body. The sickness that took him, already taking hold inside your body.
You feel your mind start to go fuzzy and your vision start to swim. You can’t tell if it’s from blood loss or the infection itself. In one last ditch effort to bring some measure of comfort to yourself, you weakly raise your arms up so you’re gripping Touya’s biceps in a mock embrace. You feel him growl into your shoulder, and his hold on you relaxes slightly.
You don’t hesitate.
With a strangled scream you rip the arm holding Touya’s keys out of his hold, and drive them into his neck. You hear Touya let out a choked sound of surprise as the keys pierce his jugular, and he retracts his teeth out of your shoulder, tearing the delicate flesh, leaving deep gouges behind in his wake.
He backs away from you, clawing at the keys that are buried deep in his neck, and you swear you see the fog in his eyes clear for a moment as he looks at you, gasping for air as blood fills his lungs. He falls to his knees, one hand extended out towards you, the other still clutching at the keys in his neck, before toppling over. He twitches, once, twice, and then he is still.
You let out a shuddering breath as you cover the gaping wound on your neck with your opposite hand. Blood is still pouring down your arm and chest, and you know that you probably don’t have long to live. You feel tears pool in your eyes as you stare down at Touya’s unmoving form.
“I’m sorry.” You gasp out as you feel the strength in your legs leave you, and you collapse to your knees next to him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to. I’m so sorry!”
You feel your vision start to swim and you gingerly ease yourself onto your side so you’re lying next to him, placing your bloodied hand in his outstretched one. The last thing you remember seeing before the darkness takes you, is Touya’s cloudy turquoise eyes, fixed unblinkingly on your dying form, and then everything fades to black.
FIN
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ERROR 143 - A hole in my heart
Many say - love hurts. Yeah it does, you found out the hard way. But no one ever warned you how difficult moving on is. What do you do when your partner is the - one that got away? They say it'll be fine, they said time will heal the wounds. But no one tells you what to do when you do not want to be fine, you do not want to heal. It's the only sign, the constant reminder of - what you once had was real, all those feelings - yeah they were very much present and alive.
It felt like yesterday when you were in his embrace, listing off things you both wanted to do together. His face nuzzled in your hair while you were poking his neck playfully with your nose. Those giggles and laughters that filled your tedious mornings with warmth, making the day a little more bearable. Where did all the love get lost? How did those moments evaporate into thin air? You had so many questions to ask him but the most important one was - why? Just what did he gain, leaving you broken like a toy that cannot be fixed! Did it bring him satisfaction? Was he happy now?
It felt like you were constantly in a war with yourself, your brain blaming and cursing your heart for falling in love. And your heart being too numb to even fight back or take a stand, for it knows very well there was nothing it could do or say to you, much less give you even a glimmer of hope.
Today you were passing by your favourite cafe, the one you both used to frequent. It was a grave mistake on your part to peak inside. Because he was there, seated in your favourite seat holding hands with someone who was not you.
Your brain started flashing the memories like a reel- memories of the night he broke up with you. You waited and waited relentlessly but when a lot of time had passed, it hit you that he's not gonna come back, that he must have completely erased you from his memories.
"No, don't break down-" "You knew this would have happened sooner or later-" is what you kept saying to yourself. You were feeling lightheaded, as if someone was spinning you endlessly in a broken machine, nowhere to escape. You knew you both were at a point of no return but before you could turn back, your legs took you inside straight to him. He didn't notice you till you greeted him with a Hello. He looked at you, a confused smile on his face, his eyes silently questioning - "What are you doing here?", his eyes changing from soft to somewhat hateful.
You were just a filler character in his book,you realised. The audacity you had to think you ever held even an ounce of importance in his life. "Sorry, you just look like someone I knew, I mistook you for them!" You pretended, a behaviour no longer foreign to you because that's what you did everyday! Pretending to be fine when you are not, pretending to laugh with the constant feeling of emptiness gnawing at your heart, making it hard to breathe, hard to bear! You turned on your heels and swiftly left the place. You couldn't go back home today, not to the place where all your memories ricocheted off the walls, the place that now felt like a literal hell.
You can never erase him from your life, and he will never understand your suffering or the ache you feel every time you still foolishly wait for him. Living ahead is going to be painful. You once wished, prayed, groveled in front of God for him, the person who was never gonna be yours much less remember you. What could your brain tell your heart to console it, except for - "FOR GOD'S SAKE stop hurting yourself, move on."
Your heart still has no answer, only pumping blood steadily to keep you alive as long as it can.
BAJI KEISUKE, MITSUYA TAKASHI, HAITANI RAN, HAITANI RIN, SANO MANJIRO, SANZU HARUCHIYO, KOKONOI HAJIME, KAKUCHO or your favourite character
PS: Thank you @bajiissofine for constantly being my support system!
I don't really know how I feel about this but I hope you all like it! I have only put the names of my favourite characters but please do let me know if you want me to include more characters!
#tokyo revengers#baji keisuke#mitsuya takashi#anime#keisuke baji#mikey#tokyo revengers x reader#ran haitani#haitani rindou#kokonoi hajime#kakucho#h#sanzu haruchiyo#tokyo revengers angst
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Christmas Showdown: Taiju's Advent | 聖夜決戦~柴大寿降臨~
Want to read along, but don’t have the game? Here’s a link to the event recorded!:
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Event Period: 17 of February - 3 of March 2023
FEATURED CHARACTERS
Featured cards: Takashi Mitsuya / Taiju Shiba
Event box: Hakkai Shiba
Event pass: Yuzuha Shiba
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STORY TRANSLATION
BEFORE BATTLE (BEGINNER)
HAKKAI
今日で全てにカタを付ける
待ってろ大寿!!
Everything’s all set for today.
Just you wait, Taiju!!
YUZUHA
…
全部 無くなっちゃえばいいのに
I wish… it would all just end.
…
TAKEMICHI
いよいよ今日は決戦だ
この教会に大寿が現れるはず大寿を倒して、黒竜を潰す!
成功すれば今度こそ未来は良くなる!
八戒、大丈夫か？
Today is the final battle.
Taiju should appear in this church. And if we defeat Taiju, we can crush the Black Dragons!
If we succeed, the future will be better this time!
Hakkai, you good?
HAKKAI
・・・ああ
…Yeah.
TAIJU
天にまします。我らの父よ 願わくは御名の尊まれん事を。
アメン。
Our father, who art in heaven. I pray in thy holy name.
Amen.
HAKKAI
大寿・・・！！
Taiju…!!
TAIJU
テメェら。ここで何してんだ！？
What the hell are you doing here!?
TAKEMICHI
黒竜を・・・オマエを潰しにきた！！！
We’re here… to crush the Black Dragons!!!
TAIJU
ほー・・・オマエもか？八戒
Hoh… You too? Hakkai.
HAKKAI
・・・今日で全部終わらす！！
… We’re finishing things right here!!
KOKONOI
若ぁ、反抗期かぁ？身の程、わかまえた方がいいんじゃねぇの？？
Young master, going through a rebellious phase, are you? Shouldn’t you know your place??
INUI
ボスにたてつく気ならオレが殺す
If you’re trying to pick a fight with the Boss, I’ll kill you.
TAIJU
いいだろう。やるなら、本気でこい！！！
Good. If you’re gonna come at me, give it all you’ve got!!!
_ _ _ _ _
POST BATTLE (BEGINNER)
TAKEMICHI
なんとかやりあってきたけど・・・
We managed to hold up ‘til now but…
TAIJU
クソ痛ぇだろ? 前は3割の力で殴ってやったけど 今回は5割の力で殴ってるからな!?
Hurts like hell, doesn’t it? Before I only punched you with 30% of my power, so how’s it feel to get hit with 50%!?
TAKEMICHI
体が・・・動けない・・・今までいるんな人にぶん殴られてきたけど
大寿は別格！！！殺される！！！
I can’t… move… I’ve been beaten up by so many people before but…
Taiju’s on a whole ‘nother level!!! He’s gonna kill me!!!
TAIJU
どうした八戒？助けてやんねぇのかぁ！？
What’s the matter, Hakkai? Aren’t you going to save him!?
HAKKAI
ハァ、ハァ
Hah, hah…
TAIJU
助けねぇなら、殺っちまうぞ
If you don’t save him, I’ll kill him.
YUZUHA
やめろ！！八戒をを追い詰めんな!
Stop it!! Don’t corner Hakkai like that!
HAKKAI
柚葉・・・！？なんでここに
Yuzuha…!? Why are you here?
TAIJU
柚葉ぁ。テナェもオレに歯向かうのか？
Yuzuha. So you’ve turned against me too?
YUZUHA
二人は・・・八戒はアタシが守るこれ以上、手ぇだすならアタシがオマエを殺す
You guys… He’ll kill you if you interfere, so let me protect Hakkai.
TAKEMICHI
柚葉。ナイフを持っているのか!?
Yuzuha. She has a knife!?
TAIJU
柚葉ぁ〜〜〜〜！！！！
Yuzuhaaaaa!!!!
TAKEMICHI
やばい！柚葉が大寿と互角にやりあえるわけがない！！
This is bad! Yuzuha doesn’t stand a chance against Taiju!!
???
柚葉!!
YUZUHA!!
TAIJU
チッ、殴り損ねてか・・・
またオレら家族の問題に口出しする気か？
三ツ谷
Tch, I missed…
Are you going to meddle in our family affairs yet again?
Mitsuya.
YUZUHA
三ツ谷・・・なんでここに・・・？
Mitsuya… Why are you here…?
MITSUYA
柚葉・・・守時に使うモンじゃねぇよソレ
Yuzuha… That’s not something you use to protect with…
YUZUHA
…!
MITSUYA
大寿、ここならはオレが相手。クソヤロー
Taiju, from here on, I’ll be your opponent. You fuckin’ bastard!
TAIJU
あ？本気かテメェ？
Huh? Are you serious?
YUZUHA
ちょっと待ってよ。これは柴家の問題だ
オマエだけに任せて自分は何もしないなんてできるわけねぇだろ
Wait a second. This is a problem between the Shiba family.
There’s no way we can just do nothing and leave this to you.
MITSUYA
そうか・・・わかった。じゃあみんなでいくぞ。
That so?... Okay then. Let's do this together.
TAKEMICHI
三ツ谷君！
Mitsuya-kun!
HAKKAI
タカちゃん！
Taka-chan！
MITSUYA
八戒、タケミっチ
Hakkai. Takemicchi.
TAIJU
・・・
MITSUYA
本当の絆ってやつをこいつに見せてやろうぜ
Let’s show this guy what true bonds are.
HAKKAI
ああ。
Yeah
_ _ _ _ _
POST BATTLE (INTERMEDIATE)
MITSUYA
ハァ、ハァ
Hah, hah…
TAIJU
しぶてヤローだ！疲れちまったからよーそろそろおわらすわ
なあ。乾。
You stubborn asshole! I’m getting tired, so let’s finish this.
Right, Inui?
MITSUYA
?
HAKKAI
タカちゃん！！！うしろ！！！
TAKACHAN!!! BEHIND YOU!!!
INUI
撲殺
Take this.
[INUI hits MITSUYA]
MITSUYA
ガハッ
GAHAA–
HAKKAI
タカちゃあああん
TAKA-CHAAAAAN
KOKONOI
あらら。もう再起��能じゃねぇ？
Ahaha. There’s no getting up after that, huh?
INUI
当たり前だ思いっきりぶん殴った
Of course. I swung as hard as I could.
YUZUHA
三ツ谷！！！！
Mitsuya!!
TAIJU
ハハハハ。さすが乾！！！このまま全員ぶち殺してやれ
HAHAHAHA! That’s Inui for ya! Let’s beat the rest of ‘em to death
MITSUYA
・・・
TAKACHAN
タカちゃん・
あ”ぁあ”あぁ！！
東京卍會 弐番隊 副隊長、柴八戒！！
柚葉を！！仲間を!! 家族を守るためにテメェをぶっ飛ばす!!!
Taka-chan…
Aghaaaghaaa!!
The Tokyo Manji Gang’s Second Division Vice Captain - Hakkai Shiba!!
Yuzuha!! My friends!! I’ll beat you down so I can protect my family!!!
TAIJU
ハハハハハハ！かかって来い！！クソガキ共！！！
HAHAHAHAHAHA! COME AT ME!! YOU FUCKING BRATS!!!
_ _ _ _ _
POST BATTLE (ADVANCED)
INUI
どうしたボス！？
What’s wrong, boss!?
KOKONOI
噓だろう？大寿（ボス）がやられた・・・
You kiddin’ me? Taiju/Boss lost…
MITSUYA
やったな、八戒
We did it, Hakkai.
HAKKAI
勝った・・・
We won…
[ TAIJU breathes angrily ]
TAIJU
待ってやコラああ！！まだ終わってねえぞ東卍！！
オレに誰にも負けねぞコラああ！！
WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING? I’M NOT THROUGH WITH YOU TOMAN!!
I WON’T LOSE TO YOU FUCKERS！！
KOKONOI
・・・ボス、オレら黒竜の負けだ。今のアナタの体じゃこれ以上は戦えない
Boss, this is the Black Dragons' loss. You're in no shape to fight anymore.
TAIJU
・・・
HAKKAI
オレたちの勝ちなんだな・・・
Then it’s our win huh…
YUZUHA
信じられない・・・
I can’t believe it…
HAKKAI
ありがとう・・・みんな
Everyone… Thank you.
TAKEMICHI
一人の犠牲もなく・・・クリスマスを終えられた・・・
ミッションコンプリートだ！
We made it through Christmas… without anyone dying…
It’s mission complete!
[ EVENT END ]
You can view all my translations for Tokyo Revengers: Puzzle Revengers & Hypnosis Mic: Alternative Rap Battle in my discord: HERE.
#tokyo revengers#takashi mitsuya#taiju shiba#hakkai shiba#yuzuha shiba#travoltacustom-translates#puzzle revengers
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Unverified (ish, thank you for Mauro for suffering with me over the final lines) machine translation of Ludger's profile in the 20th anniversary encyclopaedia. There's some neat tidbits here since Ludger's POV isn't especially obvious in the game, and especially with regards to his past with Julius...
Ludger Will Kresnik
Gender: Male
Age: 20 years old
Height: 170cm
Weapon: Twin swords, twin pistols, hammer, lance
Fighting style: Weaponmaster
Birthplace: Elympios
Profession: Spirius Corporation Agent
First-person pronoun: "ore"
Voice Actor: Takashi Kondo
The Eyes of Kresnik
Beautiful green eyes that shine in the skies of Elympios. If he had a daughter, she would surely inherit that radiance.
Admiration of his Brother
Out of a desire to be like his brother, a famous agent, he imitated him and learned the twin sword style.
Tomato Master
He's a qualified cook because he's always cooking for his older brother. He's been practicing since the age of 7, surely because of the smile from the person he cooks for.
A descendant of the Kresnik clan, whose ancestor was the Genesis Sage of Rieze Maxian mythos. Although he doesn't know of this family background, he lives a peaceful life, but after a chance encounter with a little girl named Elle, he discovers the "Chromatus" power unique to the Kresnik clan, and undertakes his destiny to destroy Fractured Dimensions. He comes into conflict with his brother, Julius, over the Chromatus, and is pressured to destroy worlds, while his concern for Elle deepens their bond and makes them partners. However, he will soon be forced to make the ultimate choice.
For the sake of this girl, I will even destroy the world
His mother cleverly hid Ludger's presence from his father, to the point that Ludger's very existence wasn't known. But one night, his mother died, and his older brother by 8 years claimed to be his remaining relative and took him in. His older brother was busy with work, at an age that could not possibly be called an adult. 7 year old Ludger, wanting to make a small show of gratitude and make his brother happy, made a clumsy attempt at cooking. He discovered his brother's favourite food, and presented him with a tomato dish. Julius had always been cold, but his lips quivered and he smiled, looking as though he was about to cry. Seeing that smiling face, Ludger finally understood that he was needed.
At a turning point in his life, Ludger makes it his goal to become an agent like his brother, solely because he respects and admires Julius. However, their modest daily routine changes suddenly when Julius goes missing and Ludger is commanded to take up arms and track him down. In order to repay a massive debt and restore his reputation, Ludger destroys the exponentially increasing Fractured Dimensions. He does this, partially due to his debt to the destiny of the bloodline, but also for the sake of questioning his brother who won't admit his true motivations.
The first Divergence Catalyst was born in heartbreak from the ancestor of the clan. While in Rieze Maxia creation legend, she is hailed as the Genesis Sage, she was only a plaything of the Primordial Great Spirits, and that tragedy extended to descendants of the clan, and brought about the splitting apart of the world and the disruption of the fated flow of souls. Had Ludger's brother also been forced into this work, even after being deceived by his father, and having his mother killed?
In the depths of sorrow, frustration, anger, and missing his brother, there is a light in the darkness: a moonlit pinky promise with a small hand that warms his heart. The brave little girl who doesn't show her tears, acting like she's a prim lady, yet her soft palm shows infinite trust. A little girl with whom he shares the same golden-ringed iris in her eyes as his own, and the Kresnik fate. In order to grant his small partner, who is burdened with the fate of the "Key", her wish, he will cut down whole worlds, and go to the promised land of the Three Great Spirits, Canaan.
She is so small that he can't hug her around the shoulders without kneeling down. It reminds him of the long-ago days when he melted the ice around his brother's heart. The karma of shouldering the consequences of Ludger's work has consumed her eye, a crimson reflection of the merciless contract of their bloodline. Having destroyed the final world and fought his brother, will he make the choice to return everything to nothing?* Or, for the sake of his bond with the girl whose future world is no more, will he choose to sacrifice himself?
* = extremely tentatively, I assume this is referring to wishing to destroy all FDs instead of saving Elle, because there is no other way to interpret this in a way that fits into the game's canon events.
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Tokyo Revengers - What True Pain Is
I’m in a Tokyo Revengers mood as of late and I still remember when I read this part in Volume 12, this was one of the best arcs in the manga.
So in this arc, the Christmas Showdown (which will be animated), Takemichi decides to help a couple of siblings, Hakkai and Yuzuha Shiba, in confronting their older brother and leader of the Black Dragons, Taiju Shiba. Taiju is noted to be a domestic abuser of Hakkai and Yuzuha. Although Takemichi is still fighting to change the future for his own purposes, he sees that Hakkai was friendless like he was and wanted him to understand how important it is to rely on other people.
Hence the above quotes as Takemichi fights against Taiju in what appears to be a hopeless battle as Taiju is a giant. I can relate to the idea that loneliness hurts. We’re all taught to fight for our paths in life. If there’s something we want, we should go and grab it. Yet I can’t help but think about relationships that I have left behind in the process. Friends who were once my friends are not there anymore. I sometimes feel lonely because I wish I could share my newfound growth and excitement with old friends.
That’s the thing about success as it’s often isolating and you’re more than likely living in different worlds from most people. In Tokyo Revengers, readers see this with Tokyo Manji gang leader Manjiro “Mikey” Sano, whose only real confidant is Ken “Draken” Ryuguji. Takemichi is the opposite because he wants to share his success with those around him. There’s often a tense conflict over keeping ties with your community versus going out to find yourself. It’s fine to fight for your dreams, but I often hear how there’s many successful individuals who don’t have a single friend/family member to confide their vulnerabilities to.
Speaking of vulnerability, Hakkai does break down and admits a secret he never told Takemichi about Taiju’s abuse - Yuzuha was the one who really got physically abused, not him. Hakkai apologizes for not being strong to protect Yuzuha. This leads to some pretty good dialogue between Takemichi, Hakkai and Tokyo Manji Gang 2nd Division Captain Takashi Mitsuya.
I absolutely love this moment in Tokyo Revengers. I know it’s important to love yourself, but we need other people to tell us how to. Plus, some kind of external validation is needed because we can only tell ourselves that we’re okay for so long. Given that mental health care still sucks at times, I sometimes wonder if the best thing to say to someone in need is to really confirm with them that life does indeed suck and we’ve been through similar rough moments like they have. Hakkai finally gains the courage to stand up to Taiju as a result.
We mess up all the time and will continue to fight to do better, but it would be nice to know if someone admits they’re doing the same because so many people are afraid of being wrong these days. As this arc in Tokyo Revengers shows, we, like Takemichi and crew, often don’t know what we’re doing and taking it as we go and I wish that was a commonality we should focus on as a way to take revenge on the outside systemic forces driving communities apart.
#Tokyo Revengers#Hakkai Shiba#Takemichi Hanagaki#manga#loneliness#youth#mental health#Takashi Mitsuya#Ken Wakui
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Breaking
Chapter 1
2006
“I’m tired, I’m gonna head home!” I try yelling over the music to Takashi.
“Hold on a sec! I’ll go with but I gotta talk to Mikey first!”
“I’ll wait outside!”
I head outside, trying not to bump into anyone who could spill their drink on the dress Taka just made me. It’s freezing cold outside but it’s better than being surrounded by the drunks inside. I hear a few men catcalling, I rolled my eyes as one makes a handjob gesture.
“Awe c’mon don’t be like that cutie, we just wanna get to know ya.” They started to walk my direction.
“No thanks.” I walked a little closer to the street.
“We don’t bite. Promise.” Another guy lunged, grabbing my hand, the others surrounding me.
“Hey! Get off!” I kicked one in the balls, another in the stomach and elbowed one in the ribs.
“We got a fighter.” The one I elbowed smirked wickedly as he slapped me and grabbed a fist full of my hair.
The others joining, kicking me in return for the ones I dealt, they got a few good ones in before a voice rang out.
“Let her go.” What felt like an icy aura resonating from the source.
“Who the hell are you?”
“Doesn’t matter. He told you to let her go.” A different voice added.
“Back off 4 eyes I didn’t ask you.”
“Really wish I didn’t have to but~ not only have you hurt the girl and you’ve disrespected my dear little brother. For that, you’ll have to pay.”
“Take her, we’ll handle them.” Instantly, the one who was holding me took off.
He threw me over his shoulder and started to run down the street, my fists punching at his back, I wasn’t going anywhere without a fight.
“Stop you fucking bitch!” He growled.
I threw my body to the side, connecting myself with the concrete as I rolled him under me. His eyes wide as I threw punches at him.
With a huff, I get up, watching as he lies on the ground attempting to cover his face. I turn as someone whistles behind me.
“Damn princess, looks like you didn’t need help after all.” A tall lanky figure stalks towards me, a slightly shorter male to his left.
“I wouldn’t have been able to take all of them. So thanks.” I gave a weak smile before placing my hand on my abdomen, the pain starting to burst through.
“You took quite a few hits back there.” The one with glasses flatly spoke.
“Yeah. I’ll be fine. I need to head back.”
“What? Are you crazy? You literally just got snatched from there.” The lanky one twisted a braid with his baton.
‘Baton? Who the- fuck. Ran and Rindo fucking Haitani.’
“My brother’s back that way.” I push past them.
They walk back with me, keeping a short distance from me. We get back to the house, Takashi’s outside, phone to ear and looking around frantically, other members of Toman beside him.
“Taka!” I call for him.
He whips his head to look at me and runs to hug me, I wince from how tight he hugged me.
“Careful she had a few good beatings.” Ran calls.
Takashi notices who’s talking and gets ready to pick a fight.
“They helped me. They weren’t the ones who hurt me.” I place my hand on his shoulder, Taka looking shocked for a split second before regaining his composure.
“Thanks then. Let’s get you home.” He wraps his arm around my waist and head to his bike.
Ran stares as the taillight of Mitsuya’s motorcycle illuminates the black abyss.
“That was nice of you to help someone in need brother.” Rindo stares at his older brother.
Ran hums, still looking at the red light as it makes a turn, fully disappearing.
“Let’s go home. This party is gonna be boring as hell now.” Ran turns, both him and Rindo kicking the bodies they just beat up on the way.
‘She’s interesting.’ Ran thought, looking at the one she’d beaten.
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Hello! It’s been a long time since I’ve written so sorry if it’s a little on the short side. Please let me know if you like it! My idea for this is right person wrong time and ending on a bad note (past) to be enemies to lovers in the future!
Here’s a bit of background!
Older sister of Takashi, Luna and Mana. I wanted the reader to have a family and this is one of the more stable ones.
One year younger than Ran, same age as Rindo, 2 years older than Takashi. I wanted them to be of age, which I’m 2006 would make them 18.
Is semi part of Toman in younger days only to look after Takashi and his friends, hence why she can fight.
I wanted to make a reader thats isn’t completely helpless and can hold her own but also is a sweetheart?
I wanted to lay a foundation to where and how they met. Kinda love at first sight but knowing it on Ran’s side.
Doesn’t follow any real timeline. I wanted to give myself wiggle room. So no Ran vs. Mitsuya really, but Toman, other gangs and eventually Bonten do exist. So slight spoilers if you don’t know?
There will be eventual smut, talks of mental health, violence, jealousy, etc. So please read at your own discretion, 18+ only please.
Will use the typical Y/N, in future.
I don’t know if I’ll keep the title as ‘Breaking’ but I figured it’s good since it can mean a lot of things.
I’d love to interact more with you all and I’ll try to reply to you when I can! I’ll try posting as frequently as I can! Thank you! 💜
#mitsuya takashi#tokyo revengers#tokyorev x reader#ran haitani#tokyo revengers rindou#tokyo revengers mitsuya#tokyorev ran
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Hiiii Can u do A Takashi Shirogane X Reader Hcs or a Fic plsss Tumblr Lacks Vld X Reader content TBH and most Blogs aren't Rlly active so-
Sorry to bother ya' take care Darlin'
U don't have to if ya Don't wanna
—Idiot Anon
Hiiii Can u do A Takashi Shirogane X Reader Hcs or a Fic plsss Tumblr Lacks Vld X Reader content TBH and most Blogs aren't Rlly active so-
Hiiii Can u do A Takashi Shirogane X Reader Hcs or a Fic plsss Tumblr Lacks Vld X Reader content TBH and most Blogs aren't Rlly active so-
Hi! I am so sorry! I've been pretty busy lately so I apologize that this took me so long. This piece was different and I had a lot of fun experimenting with this new character! thank you so much for requesting and remember to have a wonderful day : )
Shiro x Reader - Rule Follower
♡Summary - Shiro is bright and rigid but for you, he might bend.
Drifting through the vast cold, a dark plain decorated in polar glitter. A boundless place illuminated only by wishes and dreams. A gorgeous yet common sight for the Paladins of Voltron. But despite this, there was always one who never missed his glance at the far reaches of violet hues. Shiro, like always, had risen before the suns and the rest of his team, roaming the barren halls all alone. He followed routine, unwavering structure and order, often praised for his dedication and participation in whatever he does. Shiro lead and raised people to greater heights, a positive and inspiring individual who many looked up to. But in the hands of a certain someone, the once brawny anchor felt himself crumble.
As per usual, the white paladin paraded his way through the early morn. Dim eyes scanning the world around him, he was observant, like German shepherd tasked with a police report. Bright and awake, searching for clues. Little did he know of the quiet cat who prayed behind him.
“Boo!”
The feline had found the unassuming target, pouncing upon him.
“Y/N!” He gasped, peering behind to meet your gaze. Your warm arms wrapping around his shoulders, eyes filled with laughter.
“Morning” You cocked your head, lending him a smile. Shiro let out a deep sigh, taking note of your soft night hair, cotton pajamas and your lazy slump against his back.
“You're not dressed yet?” he raised a brow. Once again you were back to playing this fluttery game of tug and war, constantly battling with little comments and glances and despite these things being so small, this was a tiresome fight that had gone on for oh so long.
“It's too early” you released him, moseying away. “Let's go make some breakfast” You let out a big stretch, hands pointing to the sky. So, like his order following nature, he surrendered himself to your sweet calling. Letting out a sigh and smile watching your figure disappear around the hall.
Truth be told, you often did this. Lead the poor paladin astray, being of similar age he couldn't order you like he did the others but instead lay on equal grounds. It felt somewhat strange to have someone who though mischievous couldn't be bound by rules, someone just as wise and mature as him yet always constantly teasing.
“I can feel your eyes on me~” You sang, not turning around. Shiro tensed, once again he got lost in thoughts of you, at any moment you could make or break him and he knew this.
“You flatter yourself too much” he let out an airy laugh, causing you to spin round. Causing his heart to leap as he finally saw your face.
“Yeah?” your deep gaze boring into his own, playful eyes and devious smirk challenging his furrowed brows and straight cut jaw.
“Yeah” he stood before you, well above your stature yet still feeling somewhat small. “Someone should really teach you a lesson” he spoke, tone dark yet still teasing and snarky. Your eyes twinkled slightly, lips curling ever upwards.
“we’ll see” You snickered, flashing a pearly grin before taking your leave. Shiro watched as you sauntered away, a smile still playing his lips.
“You're getting better Shiro!” You waved, this caused an eruption of flurry in his chest, something he forgot he could feel.
“But you’ll never be as good as me” Leaving him with a wink.
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Toshiro Mifune and Takashi Shimura in I Live in Fear (Akira Kurosawa, 1955)
Cast: Toshiro Mifune, Takashi Shimura, Minoru Chiaki, Eiko Miyoshi, Kyoko Aoyama, Haruko Togo, Noriko Sengoku, Akemi Negishi, Hiroshi Tachikawa, Eijiro Tono. Screenplay: Shinobu Hashimoto, Fumio Hayasaka, Akira Kurosawa, Hideo Oguni. Cinematography: Asakazu Nakai. Production design: Yoshiro Muraki. Music: Masaru Sato, Fumio Hayasaka.
In some ways, I wish Toshiro Mifune and Takashi Shimura had swapped roles in Akira Kurosawa's I Live in Fear. It would have been an easy exchange: Mifune, at 35, would have fit into the role of the dentist trying to mediate between a cranky patriarch and his family, and the 50-year-old Shimura could well have played the patriarch, a man a couple of decades his senior. Instead, we get distracted away from the story -- and the message it is somewhat heavy-handedly trying to convey -- by the fact that Mifune, the vital young actor from Rashomon (1950) and Seven Samurai (1954), films that made him an international star, is playing a man twice his age -- a tour de force not only of acting but also of costuming and makeup. This is not to say that Mifune doesn't do a fine job of it, slumping his body into an elderly arthritic crouch, peering through thick glasses with his face set in a perpetual scowl. It's true that Mifune brings a necessary virility to the role of Kiichi Nakajima, who has produced a large and recalcitrant group of offspring, including not only his legal family but also children from at least three mistresses. They come together to protest Nakajima's decision to sell everything and move to Brazil, where he thinks they will be safest from the nuclear holocaust that he believes to be imminent. Shimura's Dr. Harada, who has volunteered to serve on an arbitration panel for family court, is tasked with deciding on the family's claim that Nakajima is mentally incompetent. The problem with the film is not only that Mifune's performance seems like a misstep in casting, but also that the theme of the film is too large for the domestic melodrama of the story to carry. It asks whether Nakajima is insane for being so obsessed with the Bomb, or are we insane for not being more obsessed with it? During the postwar occupation Japanese filmmakers had been prohibited from even mentioning the atomic bomb, but when they were finally freed to deal with what had happened at Hiroshima and Nagasaki they found, as filmmakers from other countries have also done, that the topic tends to overwhelm attempts to put it in dramatic form. I Live in Fear is an honorable attempt, and the scenes in which Nakajima fights with his family are well-written and -acted. But the dramatic resolution feels freighted with too much striving for symbolic resonance: Harada visits Nakajima at the rather grim mental institution to which he has been committed and which Nakajima thinks is another planet, and when the sun shines through his barred window, he takes it to be the Earth on fire. To date, only the satirists have been able to give a dramatic shape to our nuclear madness.
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H♡LY SHIT, YOU CAN FIGHT?
pairing(s): baji keisuke, draken, mikey sano, chifuyu matsuno, mitsuya takashi x gn!reader
genre: fluff
request: Heyy there i saw that your requests are open, can i request Tokyo revengers boys ( Baji, Draken, Mikey, Chifuyu and Mitsuya) reaction to reader being a good fighter, like they see her fight for the first time. If you're busy or couldn't write it then its completely fine. Good luck and wish you a good day/night 💕💕
warnings: this post contains spoilers from tokyo revengers anime/manga, some violence and graphic scenes depicted as well. includes swearing!!
BAJI KEISUKE:
you already know this man is going to be so fucking hyped when he finds out you can fight
the two of you went to the festival together, him already letting you know that he'd have to leave a little early to participate in the moebius fight
the time rolled around and baji left you with a kiss on the cheek, telling you stay put cause he'd be right back!
now let me tell you the sheer look of shock (and pride) on his face when he saw you in the midst of the crowd, beating the fuck up outta some dude's face
you were atop of him, hammering down punch after punch until he eventually passed out beneath you
before baji could reach you, or even say anything, another moebius member tackled you from behind- effectively pushing you off of the other one's body
baji was enraged, and ran faster towards you until he saw you headbutt the asshole in the face and break his nose
"holy shit.. you can FIGHT??!" baji practically shrieked, running over to you to help you up, skimming over your face and arms for any injuries
you bashfully smile, telling him your family made you take self-defense lessons at a young age and that they really came in handy for times when your boyfriend was a literal gang member
"you're such a badass, my god this is why i love you." -baji, placing another kiss to your cheek before fending off the rest of moebius with you by his side <3
after the fight, chifuyu told you that he's never seen baji smile so much during a fight
DRAKEN:
now, draken's gonna have a feeling about this one already
he's not stupid, he sees the way you study fights between toman and rivalry gangs, you're practically analyzing them like you've got a test
so he's curious, can his s/o fight? is his s/o interested in learning? he keeps it in the back of his mind, it's not a priority- so long as you're safe
october rolls around and he brings you to the valhalla fight (he refused at first, but you kept pushing him), opting you to stay put on the sidelines where you'll be okay
"im keeping an eye on you, you better stay put."
you nod, taking your seat on one of the cars as the fight began
watchful eyes hawking over the fight, you felt yourself heat up at the consistent brawl between your boyfriend and some tall dude with spiked hair
he was currently in a chokehold by draken, who found himself flipped over by the guy's immense strength
draken looked beat down, and tired. you knew you had to do something, anything.
so without a second thought, you pounced down from the cars and ran straight towards the pair with a raised fist
with all your might, you rammed a fist into the valhalla member's head, causing him to fall over with a pained groan
draken's basically like :O right now,, did you just knock down hanma shuji????
you immediately offer a hand to draken, telling him that you'll talk after you knock hanma's ass down for good
"they yours ken? i didn't know you liked them feisty ♡"
"yeah," draken smirks at you proudly, "i didn't either."
hanma good luck with this two on one because it's not looking good for you !!
MIKEY SANO:
mikey never really wondered or bothered to ask you if you yourself were a fighter, or had some sort of skill in the area
so he was definitely suprised that you knew how to kick ass
mikey invited you over to his grandfather's dojo, expecting you two to simply hang out, maybe even take a nap if you were up to it
but no, tell him why you're at the dojo, fighting him???? (not literal fighting, yk like training)
and tell him why mikey's actually having some sort of trouble with you?????
what the fuck?????
mikey is so stunned, face frozen like O.O, but still dodging your attacks
"can," kick, "-you," punch, "at.. least," duck, "let me hit-" kick, "you- once!"
mikey grins at your attempts to land a hit on him, "now now y/n, that's just cruel of you to ask!"
once the two of you eventually stop because fuck is that tiring, mikey gives you a pat on your head
"i didn't know you could fight baby, you've got some pretty good moves!"
tells everyone after, literally everyone
his grandfather, emma, draken, takemitchi, baji, chifuyu, smiley, angry, mitsuya, peh, the list goes on!
CHIFUYU MATSUNO:
chifuyu was beyond shock and proud at his s/o for being such a bad bitch !!!
"you're the damn coolest y/n!!!" -chifuyu whenever you show even the slightest bit of skill
god he's down so bad
the first time he found out though, wasn't a pleasant situation
the two of you had been walking home together after a date, hand in hand and happily swaying from the delicious dinner
it was peaceful, until you felt someone grab your bag and dash off with all your belongings
chifuyu was too shock to respond quick enough, but before he could take a step he saw you sprint in the direction of the thief
and holy fuck were you fast
"y/n?! w-wait up!" he runs after you, turning the corner to a sight he didn't expect to see
you had caught up to the person, jumped and tackled them to the ground- you then put them into back elbow chokehold, applying enough pressure for them to drop your bag as you let them go
chifuyu immediately went to pick up your bag, "i got it y/n, n-now let me handle th-"
before chifuyu could finish his sentence, you land a heavy blown punch to the asshole and knock him out
"... holy shit!"
chifuyu couldn't even catch his own breath HELP
MITSUYA TAKASHI:
mitsuya loves the fact that you are capable of protecting yourself, he always did worry that you dating him would put yourself in danger
so he too, was extremely suprised to see his s/o beat down literal gang members so swiftly
he was out with luna and mana, just walking around and enjoying the summer breeze with his sisters
the two girls made conversation amongst themselves, chattering about things ranging from what they wanted to eat for dinner to "that flower is so pretty!!"
mitsuya smiled at his sisters, until luna abruptly stopped him in his tracks
"hm? what's wrong luna?"
she points ahead down the street to what looks like a fight breaking out- mitsuya instinctively moves his sisters behind him; "don't worry, your big brother is here with you."
"no! isn't that y/n?" mana yells out
... y/n? a fight? what?
mitsuya looks over to what is indeed you, taking on members from the rivalry gang tenjiku like they were just a bunch of mosquitoes
"woah!! they're so cool takashi!"
"aren't you going to help them?"
mitsuya freezes, he doesn't want to leave his sisters on the street, nor bring them closer to the fight, but he also doesn't want to leave you alone with such an outnumbered fight
a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts: "hey!! takashi!!" you call out, jogging over to him and his sisters
mitsuya's eyes practically bulge out of his head, you're done??? and you don't look too injured at all!
"h-hey y/n, what happened? god, are you okay?"
you laugh, explaining to him that you overheard them talking absolute crap about toman, targeting their words towards the 2nd divison captain
"i couldn't bare to continue listening to their words, they've got no idea."
mitsuya peeks over your shoulder at all the bodies on the floor and the piles of limbs toppled atop one another
he chuckles, "they certaintly didn't, but it seems neither did i. i didn't know you could fight love."
you're interrupted by luna and mana who cheer loudly: "Y/N IS THE COOLEST!!!"
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when their s/o is hurt ft baji, mitsuya
pairings: baji keisuke x fem!reader, mitsuya takashi x fem!reader
synopsis: their s/o is beaten up by a rival gang
cw/tws ⚠️: angsty(?), major injury, mention of killing
requested: yes// "hello ren! can you write drabbles (seperately) for baji and mitsuya when their s/o is hurt? like idk in a gang war or something! thank u <3
barrista's note ☕: u r welcome bby <3
#BAJI
baji's hands tremble, his throat aches as he stands in front of the door. everything seemed unreal to him, was he dreaming? baji felt the world around him blur as he tried to breathe; all he could see was the image of you laying on the ground in an alley, covered in blood and bruises as he tried to keep it together. how could they hurt you like this when he didn't have the heart to brush your hair even a little bit harder because he was afraid he'd hurt you? how could they hit a small, fragile human being like you? he was gonna kill them all.
he slowly cracked the door open and walked into the room, feeling like someone was stabbing him in the heart with his every step leading him to you. baji's eyes widened as he saw you sitting on the bed. your beautiful face, the pretty face he loved watching while you were sleeping was full of wounds and bruises; your arms and stomach were bandaged and he could tell you were in pain from the way you were making a grimace.
baji's heart skipped a few beatings, not like the times he fell in love with you over and over again, this one felt like he was running but there was no ground for him to put his feet on like he could easily just fall down and get lost in the void. screw gang fights, screw the rival gang he thought. he hated everything at that very moment. he hated himself for not being able to protect you, he hated the stupid gang fights.
"baji?" your voice snapped him out of his thoughts as he hesitantly stood beside you, dying to give you a tight hug and say you were strong.
instead he just looked at you.
you chuckled and smiled to him.
at a time like this, you were still smiling at him. you were beaten up, been in the hospital for two days because of his stupid gang fights and you were smiling at him. baji felt something breaking deep down inside him as his lips started quivering
"it wasn't your fault." your voice was soft. "it's okay, don't be sad like this." you reached out and squeezed his hand. baji sat on the bed, his fingers faintheartedly wandering around on your bruised face.
"it doesn't even hurt anymore, c'mon cheer up. you'll treat me a yakisoba when i get out."
baji's anger took over his mind, burning everything down like an ardent fire. he was planning murder in his head. he wanted to scream, punch the first thing he could find and burn the world down but he knew he had to be strong for you.
he wrapped his arms around your waist, he wished he could protect you from everything bad in the world, he wished he could take all the burden on himself for you. he rested his chin on the top of your head as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.
"good girl, bet you didn't even cry while they were stitching up your wounds. right?" baji's voice sounded so loving and gentle as he spoke, all he wanted was to stay like this forever. with his arms wrapped around you, with him shielding you from everything that might mean even the slightest harm to you.
"i'm gonna kill those fuckers." he whispered as you slowly fell asleep on his chest.
#MITSUYA
mitsuya felt like someone was punching him in the stomach nonstop, his heart was hitting his ribs like it wanted to break them. mitsuya was worried, furious, scared. scared of seeing you laying on the hospital bed, all injured and bruised. he forced himself to push the door, walking inside anxiously as millions of questions flew through his mind. who did it? were you gonna be okay? how was he gonna kill the bastards who did this to you? it was his fault. he knew from the start that dating you meant risking you, he thought he'd protect you but hell, where was he when you were suffering? what was he doing while he was supposed to be there to protect you?
mitsuya felt the tears piling up in his eyes the second he saw your bruised face and bandaged arms. walking towards you hesitantly, he felt something was stuck in his throat; making it harder to breathe.
"takashi!" hearing your somehow happy voice was his breaking point, mitsuya's shoulders started to tremble as tears streamed down his face.
"are you hurt?"
how could you be worried about him at that moment? when all he did was to put you in this situation... mitsuya leaned his head on your shoulder as he spoke through tears wetting his face.
"i'm gonna make them pay. i should've been there to protect you y/n, i'm-"
you shushed him as he lifted his head to look at you. you smiled, patting his head as you spoke softly.
"i'm okay, takashi. i know you'll protect me from now on."
mitsuya carefully cupped your face with his hands and placed a kiss on your forehead. his movements were slow and hesitant, scared of hurting you with his touch.
"i'll never let something like this happen again."
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the Hosts as Dads
I'm late for Father's Day but WHOOPS! have some fluff
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Tamaki:
Literally his greatest wish in life is to have a family, so he would be desperate for kids
As soon as you’re ready to have them, he’s ready
Worships you and your baby bump
To him, you are a goddess--you create life, you carry the most precious gifts in the world
He passes out the first time you go into labor
And is a bawling MESS when he holds his child for the first time
Cannot stop crying and cooing over the baby
Wants as many kids as you do, and then begs you to pop out another one
Maybe 5 or 6
Impulse buys EVERYTHING
Tamaki we’re only having one baby we don’t need three cribs
Tamaki we already have three toy boxes FULL--
Raising his sons to be little hosts and his daughters as little ladies
Spoils them ROTTEN with all the affection he never received as a child, but they’re all so sweet and not brats because he’s their dad
Refers to himself as “père” or “papa” and you as “maman”
Teaches his babies French, of course
He has very strong European genes, so most of the kids end up looking more like him
IMAGINE THE TINY TAMAKI DOPPLEGANGERS TODDLING AROUND SPEAKING HALF-FRENCH HALF-JAPANESE
Honestly? Becomes a stay at home dad
Teaches his little ones to play piano
Kyoya:
Doesn’t have the first inkling of how to raise a child
Straight up when he finds out you’re pregnant his first words are, “Good, the Ootori Company will have an heir.”
Kyoya I stg--
Holds you in extremely high esteem as you carry your children
Not really the doting type, but he does make sure you have everything you could ever want
Very subtly checks on your comfort, if you’re in any pain, etc and tries to fix it
Chooses not to watch you go into labor. He doesn’t think it proper and he honestly believes he will be a hindrance
He stops breathing when he sees his child for the first time
A little baby girl with a full head of black hair
Of course he loves her, but he doesn’t know how to articulate it
All he knows is that he doesn’t want to be like his own father
But one day you were out of town overnight, and all the nannies had gone home so when the baby cried, Kyoya had to check on her
And when he held that baby and truly looked at her, looking at his future, holding his entire world in his arms, he fell apart
Sat in the rocking chair and CRIED as his baby went back to sleep
After that his favorite thing to do is have her nap on his chest while he reads a book
And just likes to look at and admire her
Second child is a son
Daughter is bossy and business minded; son is laid back
Both kids need glasses
Hikaru:
Okay we know this boy has no patience and very bad impulse control
So it comes as no surprise to anyone when he knocks up his college girlfriend
Is a surprisingly well-adjusted dad
His parents were never really around for his childhood, and even though he had Kaoru, his little baby boy doesn’t, so he’s as hands-on as possible
Proposes to his girlfriend on their child’s first birthday. All the pictures have the kid smashing cake in them
Every single host is dying at the opportunity to babysit
Hikaru is still as reckless as he was when he wasn’t a father
I mean, he has a little more common sense, but not much
Thank God for Kaoru
Imagining 19-year-old Hikaru sitting in his sophomore tech & software classes with his baby in one arm and writing notes with the other hand
Showing up to his first day at his internship with a diaper bag, computer bag and baby strapped to his chest
You and he wait a while before the next kid--get married, start your careers, settle down
Baby boy is the ring bearer
Your son is pushing six when you have another baby boy, then three years later you have a girl
The middle child is an absolute angel, while the oldest and youngest are devils
Hikaru likes to sing to the babies when they’re fussy. He’s horrible at it, but nothing calms them like their father’s voice
Crawls into bed with them to soothe them when they have nightmares
Imagine walking in on them one morning, toddler’s head curled on Hika’s chest, him sprawled out, both of them drooling buckets
Roughousing with his boys and his girl, playing football, wrestling, just being a goofball
Please. dad Hika with a baby strapped to his chest is sending me to the astral realm
Kaoru:
He would love to father his own kids, but I firmly believe he would adopt as well!
Have two of his own, and then adopt one or two
Would also be a really great stepdad, I think
Cracks Dad jokes as soon as he finds out you’re pregnant
Normally a sensitive soul, he becomes extremely protective
Holds your hand and kisses your forehead during labor
Has the biggest, brightest smile through his tears when he holds your son for the first time
Does most of his work at home
Also keeps the baby in a harness strapped to his chest
He loves carrying the diaper bag and will bite anyone who tries to take it from him
His kids are his biggest inspiration, so he decides to open a kids clothing line
Your babies are the models
Because of that, one of them pursues modeling as a career and Kaoru couldn’t be more proud
They all look like him, but they don’t look like Hikaru, which is weird and messes with your head
He’s the perfect Dad. He spoils them but is also very disciplined
Spends quiet Sunday afternoons sketching and cooking with them
Mitsukuni:
All his babies are tiny. Doesn’t matter how tall you are. Your children are tiny
They have his body type, too. Small, bird-like, narrow bones
But they still kick ass
He didn’t give them a chance to opt out of martial arts. They don’t have a choice--it’s the family business, and they will learn it
Unsurprisngly, they’re all very good at it
They train often with Uncle Chika and their cousins
He cheers and coaches them on at competitions
He’s offended when they don’t share his sweet tooth
I mean, they like candy. What child doesn’t? But you raised them to not be obsessive about it, which displeases him
Takashi:
Lord. Don’t get me started on him as a dad
He is a family man. It’s in his blood. That’s how he was raised and trained and taught
So he will pump eight or ten kids into you if you let him
Cries the first time he finds out you’re pregnant
Worships you like a desperate man kneeling at the temple of his god
Belly kisses. Forehead kisses. Really tender palm kisses. Kisses, kisses, kisses.
How else could he thank you for giving him the most special gift?
Even more protective than before
Scary dog privileges
Has to have a hand on you/the bump at all times
He’s so tall that he has to lean down a little to reach it, but he doesn’t mind
Prefers to hold both you and the baby, so he reclines on the couch and pulls you and the bump into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and encouraging you to rest against his chest. Let him carry the baby for a little while
Thinks you look ravishing in the maternity clothes
Stares daggers at anyone who tries to touch your bump, curling an arm around it and turning you away with a low growl
Goes slightly feral whenever you reach your due date
Each labor is difficult, but he lets you crush his hand. He’s pretty silent, but he wipes your forehead and grunts with you. Seeing you in pain makes him feel pain
When that precious little baby is delivered, he just stares at them without a word. He can’t believe that you and he made something so perfect and innocent and pure
His hands are so big. He can hold the baby in just one palm
Smiles the brightest when holding his child
He was raised with honor and chivalry and a moral code, so he raises his children the same way
Teaches both his sons and his daughters how to be kind, gentle, and nurturing while also teaching them self defense and other fighting moves
Diaper changing pro
Y’all have kids pretty close in succession, so while you’re at work he can be seen walking with a baby in a chest harness, one strapped to his back, one in a stroller and a toddler holding his hand
Sorts out and categorizes what heirlooms will go to each child
BIG emphasis on birthdays. He’s a man of tradition, and feels happiest when his children are honored.
all of your kids have his jawline and his height
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𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙁𝙞𝙭𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙐𝙥 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 - 𝙏𝙤𝙠𝙮𝙤 𝙍𝙚𝙫
Characters: Takashi Mitsuya, Ken Ryuguji (Draken), Sano Manjiro (Mikey)
A/N: I’ve seen a lot of “you fixing them” but I feel like there’s less of them fixing you up. I hope they weren’t too cheesy and I hope they were in character. Also thank you for 100+ notes on my last one I was not expecting that! T-T
Status: proof-read
𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙈𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙮𝙖
- I feel like he’d be very nurturing
- He’d have all the right stuff to help since he has siblings
- Probably force you to not move tbh
- knows you can handle yourself but wished you had asked for help in fighting
- picks up the phone as soon as you call, and arrives where you are on his motorbike as fast as he can
“y/n hold still,” he said holding a alcohol wipe to the scratch on your cheek.
It took you all your willpower to not go red at how concentrated he was on your face. You looked everywhere but his eyes.
“Sorry, am I too close?” he said noticing your fidgeting.
“No, no it’s fine,” you answered. “I’m sorry if this is too much trouble for you, I actually can do this on my own,”
You lifted your hand to take the wipe from him, to which he moved his hand out of reach before you could grab it.
“Ah ah, no I’m fine with helping you, I’m actually happy you decided to come and ask for help, it’s quite out of character for you,” he teased.
“I’m regretting it now,” you thought out-loud.
“Why’s that? Am I that bad of a doctor?” Mitsuya’s purple eyes met yours as he started to wipe the other parts of your face.
“No, it’s just you have so much to do, and it’s like two in the morning and you’re here helping me, when you could be sleeping so you can be energized for tomorrow,” you rambled as you winced. The alcohol wipes stung your cuts but after it felt cool.
“Sorry I know it hurts, but I’m almost done, just gotta do this one on your knee,” Mitsuya informed now focusing more on your knee, which had a hole in the pant leg.
To be clear, you kicked the captain of a no name gangs ass when he catcalled you, but two of his goons were there which made it more of feat. Nothing you couldn’t handle though.
“Why didn’t you ask me for help?” Mitsuya said finishing up on your knee and putting a band-aid on it. He looked into your eyes for an answer.
“Uh, here I am? I asked for help didn’t I?”
“No, I mean with the people you fought,”
“Oh. I just told you why anyways, you’re busy Kashi’ you have stuff that’s more important,” you replied.
“y/n, you’re always my first priority okay? At least when you’re potentially in danger or hurt,” Mitsuya said comforting you.
“Only if I’m in danger or if I’m hurt?” you ask provokingly.
“You know what I mean,” he said getting up and hugging you. “You’re not moving from this couch until morning by the way,”
“But my par-”
“Nope, you can tell them you’re sleeping over,”
𝙆𝙚𝙣 𝙍𝙮𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙟𝙞 (𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣)
- He’d come across condescending but that’s only because he cares about you
- proud of you for kicking ass though
- probably would have to take you to get the stuff from the pharmacy first though
- would wonder why you were calling him at two in the morning
- then he’d be all protective mode when he finds out you were hurt
- “who’s ass do I have to kick” “I already handled it, Kenny”
The cool air blew softly on your face as you sat on the curb waiting for your boyfriend to come out of the shop. You played with pebbles while you waited, throwing them, though you couldn’t see how far you threw them, the light from the shop only helped you see so far.
“It’s unsanitary to be touching the dirt what if it gets in one of your cuts y/n,” Draken said sitting down beside you. “You should’ve called me, I could’ve handled it,”
And here it was, Draken being over protective. You loved him for it of course but when you’d find yourself in difficult situations you always would rather to get out of it yourself, which was to Draken’s dismay. He always got a little irritated, though only because he was worried.
“I did call you, and here you are,” you said in a matter-of-factly tone. “Plus, I kicked their asses ok? I just got cuts and bruises here and there,”
“Exactly. You shouldn’t have to get cuts and bruises,” Draken grunted pulling out the antiseptic wipes.
“What do you think I can’t handle myself?” you question.
“No, of course not,” Draken replied, taking your leg and putting it across his lap and starting to clean the cuts. “I would just rather you not get hurt that’s all,” he mumbles.
“Aw Kenny boy that’s sweet,” you patronized.
“Don’t call me that,” he scoffed. He looked up at you. “I just can’t have anything happen to you okay?”
You were surprised, Draken wasn’t the most sentimental type so you assumed that was probably hard for him to say, so you decide to give a somewhat serious answer.
“I’m not going anywhere, which might even be worse for you,” you joked.
He finished off cleaning on your one leg. “Yeah it probably is,” he provoked pushing your leg off of his lap.
“Meanie,” you said pouting.
“Eh, you said you kicked their asses though?” he asked smirking.
“Of course, they’re not gonna show their faces around here again”
𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙧𝙤 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙤 (𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙮)
- He’d be pouty that you didn’t ask him for help when fighting lol
- definitely does not have the stuff to fix you up
- goes into pharmacy and insists you stay outside to wait
- only gets band-aids and forgets alcohol wipes
- complains pharmacy is expenses
- then goes onto say he doesn’t care though he’d spend every last penny on you
- which is about 10 cents/j
- when cleaning scratches on your face he kisses your nose randomly
- vows to get revenge for you
“Why are alcohol wipes three dollars, don’t you think that’s a little pricey? There’s only 5 in this pack,” your boyfriend complained as he took a seat on the bench beside you. “Though, I’m happy to spend it on you,”
“Aren’t I lucky,” you teased him.
“Yes, I even got you special band-aids, they’re your f/c,” Mikey beamed holding them up to your face. He ripped open an alcohol wipe and cupped your face with one hand and got to work with the other.
“Why didn’t you ask me to come help you?” He asked, as a little pout showed on his features.
“Because I had it handled even though it would’ve been funny to see you drop kick them across the parking lot,” you chuckled.
“I would’ve done more than that, especially since they hurt you,” Mikey commented.
Out of nowhere he placed a kiss on your nose. You grew red at this random action of affection, and stuck your tongue out at him when he backed away.
“You loved it, now let me clean the cuts on your leg y/n-chan,” he instructed motioning his hands towards himself so you’d put your leg up on the bench.
You swung your leg onto the bench, though it ached a bit. “Thanks, Mikey,”
“No problem, I’m always here,” Mikey said. “After this we should go get food,”
“I don’t think anything is open Mikey, and also if alcohol wipes are expensive how are we to afford food?”
“I will always have money for food,”
“That is why I’m dating you,” you said as you poked his cheek.
“That’s rude y/n-chan” he said puffing his cheeks out.
“I’m joking of course,” you said.
“Good, since you made that comment you’re paying for food,”
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A Passing Wish (2)
Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x Reader
Cw: Angst with comfort, mentions of death
Word count: 1.7k
Summary: In which Mitsuya's feelings eat him alive, and he spills.
Note: Alas, the continuation!
“Takashi.”
Amidst his sleep, a melodious voice greets his ears. He recognizes it, it’s oh so familiar and calming. Mitsuya just couldn’t put a name or face to the voice just yet.
“Takashi, baby.” Once again, it calls to him. There’s a gentle tug on his shirt, before he’s slowly being shook awake. “Honey, if you don’t get up, your breakfast will get cold.”
Ah, he knows who it is now.
You.
Opening his eyes, the soft streak of sunlight illuminates your face in a way that makes you even more breathtaking then usual. His breath hitches, and his heart speeds up drastically. Beautiful. You’re so beautiful, there’s no way you’re real.
Just as he’s thinking this, your lips curl, making a beautiful smile that he couldn't help but be enchanted by. Your soft hands goes to caress his face, and he finds himself leaning into it before he knew what was going on. “My love, good morning.”
“Good morning, sweetheart.” He whispers back. You’re serene, and he fights back the urge to take you into bed with him. It’s normally him who wakes up first, but maybe due to what happened last night, he was feeling more tired then usual.
“…Babe? Why are your eyes so red?” Your smile disappears as you zone in on his face, studying him with an alarmed expression. For a second, he was confused. Why were his eyes red? But then he remembered crying, praying to the stars as he made his New Years wish. This is the consequences of crying your heart out, he pieces together.
“And they’re puffy.” Eyes widening once it dawned on you, your hands goes to grab his face, making him look straight into your eyes. “Were you crying?”
His natural reaction is to deny. He doesn’t want you to worry, afterall. You already have so much on your plate, so many things to do and think about. Why would he add on to that? And something so stupid nonetheless. How was it any of your problem that you still loved another? Draken was an amazing person, he would know. If anything, it was Mitsuya’s fault for being inadequate. He should be better, do better, make you happy and move on.
But he couldn’t do that, no matter how hard he tried.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to tell you, “My eyes are irritated, that’s all.” You beat him to it.
“Please don’t give me any excuses. Talk to me, I want the truth Takashi.” Flinching upon realizing that you saw right through him, he quickly shuts his mouth. It’s what a year of being together would do, you know him like you know the back of his hand. Not to mention, you were friends way before you had gotten together, close ones, why did he think he could get past you?
His insecurities threaten to bubble over. Where does he even start? What can he even say? He’s been hiding how he felt for so long, the knowledge of knowing that he’ll never be enough for you. How could he be when you’ve already had Draken? The man who he knew used to be the center of your universe. You’ve loved him ever since you were young, while he watched the whole time from the sidelines. Cheering you two on with a fake smile and empty congratulations.
On the night that Draken passed, Mitsuya remembered him pulling out a wedding ring. The very same one that he was about to propose to you with, and would later die with clutched in his hands. And you, you were going to say yes. But then you heard the awful news, how he pushed a kid out of the way to only get run over by the speeding truck instead. He remembered how he felt when he himself heard the news, how his best friend died a hero, leaving his stricken lover to mourn for years to come.
Eventually, you ended up in his arms. Mitsuya doesn’t know how, doesn’t even really know why you’re with him in the first place. But you’re here, and perhaps it was because you saw Draken in him, or maybe you simply craved what you use to have. Either way, Mitsuya was going to make the best out of it.
A part of him is ashamed. Scratch that, all of him is ashamed. With the fact that at one point, he grew envious of Draken. Jealous of the fact that he had you, how he got to hold you in his arms and be everything you could’ve ever dreamed of. How could he feel that way? About his best friend of all people? What was wrong with him? When did Mitsuya turn so…
Sour? Angry?
Evil?
And now he was loving you, physically and mentally, when he knew damn well that it should’ve been Draken doing this instead. That was why he never visited his grave. That was why he couldn’t visit Draken’s grave, he didn’t have the audacity.
How…How does he tell you all of this? All this ugliness inside of him that collected and grew over the years? You’ll never stay with him after this. How could you ever love him when he’s this awful?
At one point, he fell into your embrace. His head was lying on your chest, as he listened to your gentle heart beat that rhythmically thumped against him. Stroking his hair, you were murmuring something that he couldn’t quite make out. “It’s okay. It’s alright. Everything will be okay honey. If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to. But it has something to do with me, doesn’t it?”
How did you figure it out?
“If it does, then I really, really want to know. I can't stand the thought of hurting you, ‘Suya. Tell me and let me fix it.” It’s not your fault though. Why would you blame yourself like that? He has to make it clear.
“It’s not…you.” He mumbles, as he closes his eyes to better focus on your tender touches. “It’s never you.”
When he peaks up to take a look at your face, it’s your enchanting eyes filled with concern that has his throat going dry. He was worrying you. Fuck.
Before he knew it, he found himself spilling out everything. Not once did he meet your eyes again, opting to instead bury his face between the valley of your breast. Never did he share his concerns and negative feelings so openly. Mitsuya had never really learned how to. Who was there to tell? His mother, who was already working three jobs? Or his little sisters, who barely knew what was going on?
“Fix your own clothes Takashi.”
“Make your own meals Takashi.”
“Take care of your sisters, Takashi.”
It was always him from the start. Him, and him alone.
Not stopping until he was done, everything he felt said out in the open and lingering in the air, he breathes. It felt…it felt freeing. He’s never admitted his wrong and selfish feelings to anyone before. Hell, he’s never even said them out loud. They’ve been trapped inside him for god knows how many years. And this is the first time they’ve ever gotten out.
Might be the last, too.
What face were you making? You didn’t interrupt or interject once while he was confessing. Were you fed up? Are you going to leave him now?
At the thought, his arms around your waist tightens. Don’t go, please don’t go.
“…Takashi.” You say lightly, he stills. “I…I’m so sorry.”
Then, something wet hits his head. Confused for only a second, he looks up at you.
Oh.
You were crying.
Tears fall down your cheeks like waterfalls. Your cheeks were tinted pink, and so were the tip of your nose. Everything on your face spelt sadness, and he’s baffled by your response. Holy shit, he made you cry.
Mitsuya made the love of his life cry.
Before he could say anything, you hiccup. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea you felt this way. For so long. We’ve been together for so long and I didn’t have a clue.”
Gaping, he’s unsure of what to say. It wasn’t your fault, how could you have known when he never said anything? “You’re not second to Draken. You’ve always had a special place in my heart, even when he was in the picture.”
…What?
“Sweetheart, I’ve moved on long ago. Did I love him, at once upon a time? Absolutely. Will Draken always have a place in my heart, of course. But did time, and you, helped me heal and move on? Yes. You spent so many nights holding me while I cried. Everyday, you would check on me. Cook me dinner, clean my house, take me out to get some air so I wouldn’t coop out in my apartment.” He remembers that, he remembered how hard it was for you.
“And you did that for years, until I slowly got better. Until I finally found myself again. I was stable and felt like I was whole. I moved on sweetie, I would’ve never said yes to your confession otherwise. How could I do that to you? Being with you when my heart belonged to someone else?”
It’s hard to breathe, he realizes. “But…you never said I love you back. I thought it was because…” You didn’t, he means to say, but it’s caught in his throat.
Flushing, your face gets redder. “I…I have. I mean, not when you can actually hear it. I haven’t said I love you much, you know I didn’t grow up with the most loving family. I just have a hard time saying it. So I’ve actually been practicing whenever you’re out.”
Mitsuya’s brain struggled to process your words. You loved him. You loved him! Holy shit you loved him! And you were practicing saying it? That’s so cute—
“I’m sorry I didn’t make it clear. I’m sorry that I made you feel like this. You were never just a replacement for Draken to me, never.”
You inhale, before exhaling. “I…I love you, Takashi Mitsuya. I’ve loved you for a very long time. And I swear I’m going to make that clear from now on.”
Without knowing, not feeling, he cries. He doesn’t remember himself being a crybaby, but maybe he was turning into one. But he couldn’t help it, couldn’t hold back the wave of emotions that came crashing down on him.
You said it.
“I love you more.”
And with those words, he pulls you down to meet his lips.
For the first time in a long time, Mitsuya felt the weight in his heart disappear. The voice of guilt and insecurity in his head stopped.
Finally, he was at peace.
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~MASTERLIST~
Tokyo Revengers
In most of these, y/n is gender neutral. A few of them have a f!reader. Also y/n’s race/nationality isn’t mentioned.
HAITANI RAN
Bubblegum b*tch / Is it really a relationship if both sides are unfaithful?
Multilingual!reader
Be careful next time / Haitani brothers taking care of hurt!reader that got starched and was bleeding after saving a wild animal
Sunshine / The Haitani brothers and their 6 year old, younger sister!reader
Unrequited love / We all have seen fanfictions about toxic relationships with the TR boys. But what if it was a bit different? Reversed? Instead of you chasing them, it’s them chasing you. No matter how toxic you are.
Ride or die / “What happens if one of us dies?”
HAITANI RINDOU
Sunshine / The Haitani brothers and their 6 year old, younger sister!reader
Unrequited love / We all have seen fanfictions about toxic relationships with the TR boys. But what if it was a bit different? Reversed? Instead of you chasing them, it’s them chasing you. No matter how toxic you are.
Classic / Classic and stupid horror movie scenes
Ride or die / “What happens if one of us dies?”
SANO SHINICHIRO
Forget me / Shinichiro finally realises his feelings for you, but it’s too late.
Kisses / Randomly kissing your boyfriend Shinichiro
BOYS WILL BE BUGS / The first generation of Black Dragon meet an artist!reader at school and slowly become friends.
BEE BOY (pt2. of BOYS WILL BE BUGS)/ Prom is coming up and Shinichiro still hasn’t got a date. Thought you don’t have a date either. A coincidence? Maybe, though I think it’s fate.
MY FAVOURITE BUG (pt.3/final part of BOYS WILL BE BUGS)
WAKASA IMAUSHI
Tapes / Years after (Y/N)’s and Shinichiro’s deaths, grandpa Sano finds tapes filmed by his passed grandson.
Multilingual!reader
MAKE A WISH / Falling in love with Wakasa
AKASHI TAKEOMI
Forget me / Shinichiro finally realises his feelings for you, but it’s too late.
MIKEY
ONE MORE LOVE SONG
Save yourself first / You’re too busy saving everybody else, to save yourself
Classic / Classic and stupid horror movie scenes
SANZU HARUCHIYO
Classic / Classic and stupid horror movie scenes
Ride or die / “What happens if one of us dies?”
Rooftop / Sanzu’s life never really had peace in it. Even when he was a child. And now all he could ever think about were blood, death, adrenaline, cigarettes and drugs. But there was you. There was always you he could find peace in.
DRAKEN
YOURS / Draken likes (Y/N), Emma likes Draken.
KAWATA NAHOYA
Unrequited love / We all have seen fanfictions about toxic relationships with the TR boys. But what if it was a bit different? Reversed? Instead of you chasing them, it’s them chasing you. No matter how toxic you are.
Seriously? / you try to sleep after a fight with your boyfriend, but he has other plans
KUROKAWA IZANA
Heavenly / Izana never understood what love truly meant. All he knew was, when he thought about the word “love” the first thing he thought about was your face.
SHION MADARAME
Been like this / Shion Madarame was always too cocky for his own good. You never knew if it was a bad or a good thing.
INUI SEISHU
Teen romance / Inui is in love with you and has been for a while. Though your heart still lies with Mikey
DRABBLES
Listen / Songs that remind me of tr characters Haitani Rindou (Mentions of Haitani Ran), Kokonoi Hajime, Sano Manjiro, Sanzu Haruchiyo/Muto Yasuhiro(platonic).
Better without you / They cheat on you, or break up with you, but you actually get happier without them. Sanzu Haruchiyo, Haitani Rindou, Hanma Shuji, Haitani Ran(and Mitsuya Takashi) x gn!reader
Without you (pt. 2 to Better without you) / They ruin your relationship and then regret it, but it’s too late. Kanto Manji members (Mikey, Kokonoi, Wakasa, Benkei, Kakucho, Shion, Mocchi) x gn!reader
Platonic!Toman x m!intp!reader
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