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A Life With and Without You - Part 2

All, this was a little thing that wouldn't leave my brain when I was drafting part 1. This is taking place after Y/N left Tokyo. I hope you enjoy!

Minor Warnings - just fluff, a little crack, teeth rotting sweetness between Mikey, Koko and Y/N. language, Pregnancy, graphic descriptions of ultrasounds, mentions of miscarriage, one time drug use, noncon baby naming, a dash of angst but over all comforting. No smut.

After clearing out your apartment and settling in the new place, you were still struggling with trying to move on without Sanzu. Fragments of that night were playing over and over in your head. You were losing color in your skin, not eating properly and stressing out about taking time off of work. Though Kokonoi and Mikey were taking care of you, you still felt worried about it all - how would you be able to repay them for their kindness?

***eight weeks later***

You were in your apartment with Mikey and Kokonoi, it was their weekly visit. Being alone all the time was hard, especially when you have nothing but your own thoughts weighing you down. Sitting on the couch between them became normal, it was like each person’s brain was on autopilot and everyone assumed the same positions for each visit. You and Kokonoi were job hunting and Mikey - well he was just being Mikey. “Princess, you need to start taking better care of yourself, you are starting to look like a stray.” Kokonoi exhaled and rubbed your back. “I know, I just can’t seem to keep some of the food down lately. I might just have the flu or something.” You responded with a weak smile. Alarm bells went off in their heads. Mikey immediately pressed his forehead against yours to check your temperature, his actions made you blush and you felt your face heat up. “M-Mikey…what are you-” You were cut off by him shushing you. “I’m checking for a fever. We don’t want you to go through that again.” His words were sincere. They were both traumatized from that night you almost died. To think that if they weren’t there to help you, you really wouldn’t be here today. “We’ll sleep over tonight and keep an eye on you.” Kokonoi said as he leaned his head on your shoulders. “Heh…you guys are treating me like a baby.” You giggled and just accepted your fate tonight.

They ordered take out and were constantly checking your temperature, making sure you weren’t getting a fever of any sort. Right before you three were getting ready to go to bed, Kokonoi’s phone went off - it was a phone call. Mikey noticed the frown on his face when he saw who the caller was. “Everything ok?” You asked innocently as you walked over to him - but were stopped by Mikey when he wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up. You squeaked as it caught you by surprise. Kokonoi answered the call as he was stepping into the bathroom, “Yes?” His tone was as usual, he didn’t want you to know who was on the end of the call. “Where’s Mikey, I need to discuss-” Sanzu began but stopped when he heard a loud scream and giggle from the end of the line. “Mikey stop! I’m gonna piss myself if you keep making me laugh!” In the bedroom, you were being pinned down by Mikey and he kept poking your ribs and making you laugh non stop to keep you distracted. Unfortunately, he did not count on you screaming when he hit a particular spot on your ribs. “What the hell was that?” Sanzu asked as he was thrown completely off guard by the sudden noise. Especially when it was the sound of a woman.

Kokonoi coughed and cleared his throat - “Mikey’s busy, what is it you need to discuss?” He knew Sanzu was going to call bullshit on his explanation but decided to go with it anyway. “Who are you with?” Sanzu’s next question was more of an interrogative question, the voice of the woman sounded…familiar? “He’s with my escort, she needed to be entertained while I took your call…now if you’ll excuse us - we have a pussy that needs to be fucked.” Kokonoi ended the call and pinched the bridge of his nose, he felt so out of character by saying that out loud. But if it was for your sake then he’d gladly sound like a sleaze ball. When he stepped out of the bathroom and made his way to your bedroom, he was not prepared for the scene in front of him. You were on the bed, underneath Mikey and kicking your feet - he was sitting on top of you. “What the hell is going on?” Kokonoi asked as he stood by the doorway. Both you and Mikey froze and looked over at the confused look on Koko’s face, what followed was you bucking your hips, rolling Mikey off of you and running to the bathroom screaming, “I NEED TO PEE!” While in the bathroom, Kokonoi informed Mikey that Sanzu overheard the scream - so they had to get their stories straight when they go back to Tokyo tomorrow morning. “You actually said that?” Mikey snickered as he poked fun at Kokonoi for his response to Sanzu. Even he knew Sanzu wasn’t that stupid to fall for that.

Finally, you were in bed and sleeping. Both Mikey and Kokonoi settled on the couches and you in your room. Within hours you woke up sweating and feeling nauseous, you rolled over to your side to try and get comfortable but the nausea was overwhelming you. You didn’t want to wake them by your gags and tried your best to hold out but the moment you tasted metal in your mouth - you ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. This made both men in the living room bolt up, they were struggling to understand what the hell just happened. “Princess, are you ok?” Kokonoi asked as he tried opening the bathroom door but it was locked. What followed were sounds of you gagging and throwing up. “I’m ok, I think it’s just-” You were responding when another gag cut you off. “Food poisoning…” They exhaled in relief, they were worried that it was something serious. When your nausea subsided, you washed up and brushed your teeth - the taste of metal still lingered on your tongue.

When you opened the door, you could see a sleepy Manjiro and a fully alert Kokonoi. You felt terrible for waking them up. “I'm sorry for waking you guys up.” You say softly while looking down at your feet. They only shook their heads and guided you back to your room. As you sat at the edge of your bed, you clutched their arms as they began to walk away. “Stay with me…” It was almost a whisper. “...we will.” Mikey responded and began to take the left side of your bed, leaving you in the middle and Kokonoi to the right side. You felt so small between them. The distance was slowly closing between you three throughout the night, they wrapped their arms around you and laid perfectly still to not wake you. When you were in deep sleep, Koko whispered “How could he be so blind?” He didn't expect a response from Mikey as he thought he too was asleep. “Dunno…but I think she's ours now.” This was probably the first night in weeks since you've been able to actually sleep.

Soft sunlight trickled through the blinds as you rolled over and felt something cold, hard and flat. You jolted up and realized you were on the floor. What the…? You think to yourself as you get up and see Kokonoi almost hanging at the edge of the bed and Mikey practically pushing him off the edge. You must have rolled over him in your sleep due to Mikey pushing you in his sleep. How Koko didn't wake up - who knows? Gently you tried rolling Mikey to the opposite side of the bed, for someone so strong and feared, he looked so innocent and docile in his sleep. You adored them both. Placing a gentle kiss on his forehead you put the covers over him. You walked to the other side and gently nudged Kokonoi back to bed and also placed a gentle on his forehead.

Taking refuge on the couch, you began reading and continuing your job search. A few hours went by and you heard a thud followed by a groan. You could only guess who was on the floor. When you got up to check, poor Kokonoi was on the floor dazed and confused. “Good morning handsome…” Your soft giggle made him turn around. “Princess? What are you doing up?” He asked as he got up from off the floor. “I too was kicked off my bed.” Koko turns around and sees Mikey pretty much on the edge and cocks his eyebrow. “Tell me you're joking…” He exhales in disbelief. You hum and shake your head. Manjiro was soon met with a pillow over his face as Kokonoi began to smother him. This woke up Mikey and he was so out of it that he forgot where he was. “Good morning Manjiro.” You say softly as he finally comes to. “Angel?” He looked like a toddler, his hair was a mess and his sleepy face was just too adorable. Something about the site in front of you had you feeling…overwhelmed? Tears started to cloud your vision, both Mikey and Kokonoi rushed to you. “Hey, hey princess? What’s wrong?” You were met with embraces and worried expressions. The tears wouldn’t stop, you were feeling so emotional for no reason.

“I-I don’t know, I just felt so happy…” You laugh and cry at the same time. It was alarming to see this from you. “I’m sorry I pushed you off the bed angel, don’t cry.” Mikey’s honeyed tone made you cry even more. “You’re making her cry even more!” Kokonoi said as he pulled you into his chest. “I’m ok. I promise, it was just so…so…cute!” You began laughing and bawling your eyes out. The two men didn’t know what to do or how to comfort you. They thought they did something wrong but it was just you feeling emotional all of a sudden. After a good 7 minutes of you crying, you were finally able to calm down. “What was that all about?” Mikey whispers over to Kokonoi when you go to blow your nose. “I don’t know but this isn’t normal.” He responded while searching on his laptop for any explanation. What popped up were a variety of things that were making his heart sink. The moment you walked back into the living room, he shut his laptop closed immediately and made you freeze. He looked petrified. “Koko…?” What the hell was going on? Were they watching porn or something?

Kokonoi calmly set his laptop down on the coffee table and walked over to you. The solemn look on his face made you take a step back. “Koko?” Mikey asks as he gets on his feet. What followed was something neither you or Mikey were prepared for. Kokonoi’s hand flew to your chest and he lightly squeezed one of your breasts, earning a yelp from you and a shove from Mikey. “What the fuck are you doing?!” He was ready to deck Kokonoi in the face when Kokonoi threw his hands up. “SHE’S PREGNANT!” It was almost as if you could hear the record scratch and everything got quiet. There was no way you were pregnant, you just had your period…when? “(Y/N), your breasts are swollen and tender, right? You’ve been nauseous, haven’t been eating, and you haven’t gotten your monthly gift. And now this? The sudden moodswing?” He was hitting the nail on the head with each word. “I can’t…I mean I thought my period was late due to the stress and the fever but…” Your words trailed off when you recall not taking your medication properly the last few weeks before your fallout with Sanzu. You were coming home late - that, and he always managed to knock you out after every night between the sheets. Not to mention the anxiety that bubbled up from your confession made everything else go out the window. Your panicked expression was enough for Kokonoi to confirm that he was right. “You need to take a test or see a doctor-” Kokonoi began but was cut off by Mikey. “What monthly gift?” He was really one of Japan’s most feared and brutal gang leaders and yet his innocence or immature curiosity was still intact.

(side note, can you imagine this face when Mikey asked about the monthly gift?? 😂)

(Anyways back to our regularly scheduled program...)

You were scared, how the hell were you supposed to take care of yourself and a child? The financial support from Kokonoi was enough to support you and you alone. The sudden realization made you sink down into the floor, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. “Princess, I’ll take you if needed but we need to know for sure.” You couldn’t really wrap your head around the thought of being pregnant, there was no way…right?

Kokonoi spent the morning looking for clinics that would take walk-ins. He sent Mikey out to the konbini to see if he could get an at home test for the meanwhile. What only should have taken him 15 minutes turned into 45 minutes. When he finally came back to your apartment his knuckles were bruised and he had someone else’s blood on his hands. “Mikey! What happened, are you ok?” You ran up to him and were examining his hands. The hormones were making you extra sensitive and emotional. You began crying again and kept apologizing for making him go out and run into rivals. “Angel, you know this is what we do…why are you act-” Mikey was cut off by Kokonoi nudging him as if telling him to ‘shut up’. Yes, you knew exactly what they did for a living and you knew that they could run into rivals/enemies at any given moment, but the hormones were just not allowing your brain to process that logic.

Kokonoi took the test out of the package and began reading the instructions with you, he wanted to make sure that it was done correctly - this was some serious shit. “Ok princess, you know what to do - lay it flat down and we’ll start the timer.” When the bathroom door closed, you began to feel nauseous from the amount of anxiety and panic rushing through you. From the other end of the bathroom Kokonoi and Mikey were waiting for your signal to start the timer. “Ok, start the timer…” You say as you wash your hands and open the door. Everything was quiet as you three sat on the floor outside of the bathroom - they were both leaning their heads on your shoulders and holding your hands. It felt like you three were afraid of the test itself, as if it was some sort of contagious thing that you didn’t want to touch or even be near of. You were grateful that they stayed the night, if you had to do this alone, you weren’t sure how you could handle it. “Regardless of the outcome, we’ll still be there for you…” Mikey’s tone was sincere and he squeezed your hand, reassuring you that things will be ok.

Everyone’s head perked up when the timer went off. You three got on your feet and slowly walked into the bathroom, the throbbing in your chest could be heard in the silent apartment. You reached out of the test and examined the results - there they were, two unholy lines that made your legs weak and got you on your knees. “...it’s positive, Koko - it’s positive…” The words were barely a whisper, you were in shock. “I’m getting you an appointment for tomorrow morning to verify the results.” Kokonoi said as he crouched down to place a hand on your shoulder. Not wanting to feel left out, Manjiro did the same and cupped your cheek, making you turn to face him. “Does that make us uncles?” His honeyed tone made you chuckle and sob at the same time. What the hell were you supposed to do now?

The next morning both of them headed back to Tokyo to avoid suspicion from Sanzu. Kokonoi was able to get you an appointment with a general clinic for blood and urine tests to confirm the pregnancy. You were alone and anxious, you felt your heart pounding against your chest as you sat in the waiting room - you wished either Mikey or Kokonoi were with you right now. “Ms. (L/N)?” One of the nurses called out to you and you stood up immediately. She signaled for you to follow her and you did, she was making small talk with you to try and get you a little relaxed. She could see you were nervous. “So what brings you in today Ms. (L/N)?” You fiddled with your hands and mumbled. “I-I need to confirm if…if I’m pregn…nnt” The nurse patted you on the back and gave you a reassuring smile. “No worries, we’ll help you with that today. Please take this and submit the urine sample via the lab that is down the hall. We will draw some blood as well. The doctor will see you first though.” After the doctor was done examining you, the nurse sent you on your way to the bathroom and to the lab for blood work. The staff was kind and welcoming. It was starting to give you some hope that the test was false positive. “Alright Ms. (L/N), you are all set for today - we will call you within the next day or two for the results. For now, please avoid any alcohol, raw foods and stress - just as a precaution. ” You nodded and thanked them.

You texted Kokonoi when you were on your way home, letting him know about the estimated time frame for the results. His response was immediate:

Alright princess, call us as soon as you get the results. Try not to stress too much, we’ll see you on the weekend ok?

End Message.

The next two days felt like you were stuck in limbo, you were pacing around your apartment and waiting for the dreaded call. As you walked into your room, you passed by the tall mirror and turned to your side, eyeing your stomach - it looked totally normal. Curiosity began to gnaw at you, how would you look with a baby bump? You grabbed a pillow and tried to stuff it underneath your shirt - it looked ridiculous. It just didn’t have the right…roundness? Taking the pillow out from under your shirt, you tried rolling it into shape and putting it under your shirt again. This time it actually looked kind of normal, your eyes began to water at the site. You weren’t ready for this. I mean who really ever is? The sound of your phone going off made you squeak and rip the pillow away from under your shirt. What the hell am I doing? You think to yourself as you dash towards your phone. It was an unknown number and you answered, “Hello?” It was the nurse who attended to you during your visit. “Good afternoon Ms. (L/N), this is [x] clinic with the lab results. The results came in and we have confirmed your pregnancy. I have set up an appointment with an ultrasound technician, they will be able to confirm how far along you are. You will receive an email with the details and follow up appointments. Did you have any questions for us in the meanwhile?” You were too stunned to speak. “Hello? Ms. (L/N)?” Stuttering you responded almost in a whisper. “Um, no - I um, thank you.” With that you ended the call, you sank down to the floor and held your tummy. What am I going to do? You think to yourself as panic begins to set in. This child was going to grow up without a father, would you even be a good mother, would the baby look like…him?

It took a few minutes to compose yourself, you didn’t want to burst out crying and call Kokonoi. You knew if you did, they would both drop everything to come and see you. “Hello?” His voice was sweet with a hint of concern. “Koko...I’m pregnant.” Your soft sniffles could be heard and it made his heart sting. He knew it, the symptoms were there and your sudden mood swing was the final indicator. “...it will be ok, when is your next appointment?” He asked while nudging Mikey who was sitting next him. “I’ll…um, send you the details.” After exchanging a few details, you both ended the call. Both Mikey and Kokonoi were concerned about your health, the amount of stress of an unplanned pregnancy is incredibly high. They were so lost in thought that they forgot about the meeting that was about to take place. As the men trickled in the room, they both just sat there, completely dazed and unaware of their surroundings. “What’s up with you two? You look like someone died…” Sanzu’s voice snapped them out of their daze. “Mikey and I have urgent business to take care of within the next upcoming months - so we’re leaving you in charge in our absence.” Was all Kokonoi said and walked out the room.

On the day of your ultrasound appointment, Kokonoi accompanied you - Mikey was still in Tokyo, they didn’t want to leave together or else people would catch on. The nurses and ultrasound technician were eying him, he was handsome and so sweet with you. “Ms. (L/N)? We’re going to have to do an internal and external ultrasound. Would you like for your boyfriend to stay in the room?” The sudden title that was thrown at him made him blush. He wished, but right now you were carrying someone else’s baby in your belly. “Koko, can you stay with me? I’m really nervous…” You say and clutch his arm. How could he say no when you looked like you were about to burst into tears? “Of course princess.”

The first part of this was your general ultrasound in the lower abdomen (external) - so it didn’t require you to undress. The technician gelled up your belly and put the scanner on your abdomen. As she was scanning the area - Kokonoi held your hand and gave you a small smile. It was enough to make you relax. “Ok, you see that there? That tiny little dot is your baby. Congratulations - you two are gonna be parents.” Awkward…though he wanted to take the title, he knew it wasn’t gonna happen. He cleared his throat and corrected the technician. “I’m the uncle…” You flinched when he said it, it was kind of funny and sad at the same time. “Oh, I’m sorry - I thought…well nevermind. Congratulations on being an uncle.” The technician was trying to avoid making eye contact with him, that was super awkward. After she wiped the gel off your belly, she asked you to empty your bladder so the second part of the exam can begin. You figured that it would be another abdomen scan just without a full bladder. Boy were you wrong.

“Ok, Ms. (Y/N) the second part of the exam we’ll be using this and I’m gonna need you to disrobe from the waist down. I promise I’ll be as gentle as possible.” Kokonoi’s eyes widened at the large wand that the technician was holding. You were also in shock and turned around to look at Kokonoi when the technician left the room. “I’m gonna have a camera up my…oh god.” You said laughing nervously at the look on his face. Kokonoi turned to face the other direction as you undressed and he spoke. “Sanzu needs to know you are expecting his child…” It felt like a knife was being plunged into your chest at the mention of his name. You stayed silent and sat on the edge of the examination table, avoiding his question. “(Y/N)-” The knock on the door made you jolt and you stuttered “Y-Yes…I’m ready.” Kokonoi sat next to you and was not within view of the wand. “Ok, you’re going to feel some pressure but try to relax - if anything feels uncomfortable at any point, please let me know.” You nodded and held Kokonoi’s hand. His eyes were glued to the monitor and was asking a few questions, you were too nervous to even speak. Mid exam you squeezed his hand when there was a slight sense of discomfort, your walls contacted and it reflected on the monitor. “You’re doing great, almost done.” Finally, the exam was over. “So um, how far along am I?” You asked. She responded with a guess, but reassured you that your doctor would confirm when they receive the ultrasounds. It looked like you were about 8 weeks (2 months).

The upcoming days were spent trying to be as careful as possible. But the stress of being pregnant, finances and work were starting to take a toll on you. The doctors warned you about stress, you needed to be extra careful or else you could miscarry. It was enough for you to make up your mind. “Angel, are you sure about this?” Mikey asked you while laying his head on your belly. “Mikey I don’t want to lose the baby - it’s best that Sanzu doesn’t know. I don’t know how he will react and I don’t think my heart can take it. I have to protect this baby no matter what.” You made both Mikey and Kokonoi swear that they would not tell Sanzu about your pregnancy. His reaction might be too unpredictable for you to handle. It was best for you to bury his name and his memory. “The only thing that matters to me right now is my baby and you guys.” You said with tears in your eyes. It was the beginning of a new life for you.

The upcoming months were hell, you were having morning sickness, moodswings, hot flashes and the worst part was certain foods you could not tolerate any more. Even your sense of smell was affected, there were times where Kokonoi’s cologne made you nauseous and he changed it just for you. Mikey found himself wrestling his beloved dorayaki from your pregnancy cravings. “Mikey I just want a bite! Please!” You begged as you reached for his dorayaki, he quickly moved it away from your reach. “No! The doctor said to go easy on sweets or else it can affect the baby.” He said smirking and handed you a ‘healthy’ snack, something that tastes like chalk due to your pregnancy. You grumbled and took a bite out of the cooked asparagus, you looked like a toddler who was scolded for not eating their vegetables. You mockingly said “Mmm mmh mmm…” while taking another bite of the vegetable. To your surprise Mikey mirrored your mocking gesture as he took a bite out of his dorayaki. He was soon met with an asparagus to the back of the head when you flung it at him. “Don’t poke the bear Mikey…” Kokonoi warned him as he read baby books and was looking for nursery items.

The days you were alone, you would find yourself singing to the baby while doing little things around the house. Sanzu became just a memory that you repressed and kept hidden away. You forgo the sound of his voice, his touch, his scent, his warmth, everything. He didn’t deserve to be given the title of ‘father’ or ‘dad’. Your child was your priority and nothing was going to get in the way of that.

*the end of the third trimester*

Having children was never really on your agenda, but here you are on a hospital bed with Mikey and Kokonoi at either side of you. Your water broke while you were at home and you called them immediately - you were in no condition to drive. You were changing your pants, when you heard the front door open and footsteps coming closer. The moment Mikey walked through the bedroom door, he could see your face was full of concern - it’s happening, you were going into labor. “Hey Angel, let’s get you- is that pee?” His words were enough to make you chuckle at the expression on his face. He had no clue how these things worked, well neither did you but at least you knew that it wasn’t pee on the floor. Kokonoi was running around looking for your little labor ready duffle bag. Unlike Mikey, Kokonoi actually attended the prenatal classes with you and prepared everything in advance for you. He was like your midwife. “Here, take these downstairs while I help her.” Kokonoi said as he handed Mikey the duffle bag. Suddenly you doubled over and groaned in pain. They both stopped and immediately came to your sides and tried holding you up. “I’m ok, just a contraction…whew….” You said while panting and holding your belly. They both helped you waddle down the stairs and into the car, it was hard for Mikey to keep a straight face as you looked like a penguin. It took a few minutes but you were on your way to the hospital.

Kokonoi was adamant about keeping everything underwraps so they had no choice but to drive to the farthest hospital where there were no potential Kanjo Manji people or potential rivals hospitalized. “Koko please! I’m begging you, any hospital is-AHH OH GOD!” Your scream made Mikey panic, he didn’t know what to do to help you with the contractions. He held your hand and cupped your cheek. “Just a little longer Angel…” You were trying not to cry and trying to get your breathing under control. “This is nothing like the classes said it would beEEEEEEE-FUCK!” Kokonoi couldn’t help but snicker at the sudden outbursts. If you weren’t in so much pain, you would have reached over and strangled him with the seat belt.

Finally, you reached the hospital and were wheelchaired in by the nurses. They were prepping you and had a heart monitor around your belly, you were wondering where Mikey and Kokonoi were as it's been over an hour and registration shouldn't have taken this long. Worry was starting to set in, what if the baby was about to pop out and you didn't have them with you? What if something else happens? What if they need to make a life changing decision? All these questions were whirling in your head - it was stressing you out and the nurses took notice. “Miss (Y/N)? Is everything ok?” They asked. “Can you tell this is my first baby?” You responded with a chuckle - you were nervous. The nurses had you walk around a bit to get the muscles moving, you were holding on to one of them by the shoulders as they helped you move around. The contractions were starting to get worse and longer. “Please, can you help me find the men that brought me in? They have my cell phone and I need them here. Please.” You said to the nurse as you were making your way back to your room. They nodded and helped you up on the bed.

As you laid on the bed, the sounds of the monitors beeping were making you anxious - you were alone in the room. A number of mixed feelings were overwhelming you. The baby was moving around a bit, you began to rub your belly and tried to comfort yourself. “It’s ok sunshine, we’re almost there…whenever you’re ready…” The tears began to roll down your face, you were scared of the life that was ready to pop out of you. What if there were complications? What if you died giving birth? Who would take care of the baby in your place if Mikey and Kokonoi were not here? The heart monitor began to go off, “I’m sorry little one, I’ll try to relax…please be ok…” Soon there was a knock on the door - the head nurse came in with the obstetrician, they were coming in to check on you and also to check how you were dilating. “We’re almost there - how are the contractions and pain?” It was painful, it felt like your whole lower body was about to explode. “I’m in so much pain but most importantly - where are the two men that came with me?” You asked, it’s been over 5 hours and you haven’t seen them. “I’m still looking for them, I’m so sorry Ms. (Y/N).” The nurse said while patting your hand.

The amount of pressure and pain was making it hard to breathe. After a few minutes of discussing what the plan is, in walked Kokonoi and Mikey. They were both sweating and looked a little suspicious. You knew immediately where they were. “I cannot believe you two! You got into a fight?!” The tone in your voice made them flinch, the baby hasn’t even been delivered yet and you already sounded like a mother. “Don’t be mad Angel…” Mikey said while smiling at you. How could you not be? You were worried about them and worried about the baby that was about to pop out any minute. Kokonoi stepped to the side and spoke with the nurse and obstetrician, he wanted to make sure that everything was ok and that you were being taken care of properly. “We’re prepped and ready - she just needs a few more centimeters.” They were soon all interrupted by you screaming and holding your belly - the pain was immense. “Yeah, she’ll do that a few more times if not more.” She said as she reassured Kokonoi that everything was ok.

When it was time, Mikey and Kokonoi were on each side of your bed - holding your hands as you pushed. “OH GOD! I CAN’T DO THIS!” You screamed out loud and squeezed their hands, Kokonoi was about to pass out from how hard you were squeezing his hand. Mikey didn’t even bat an eyelash. “You’re doing great, you got this!” The staff was encouraging you as you were struggling with the pain. There was a sense of hate and anger that bubbled up within you from the pain. Who did you blame? You ended up saying something that surprised them all. “UGH! I HATE HIM SO MUCH! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT SANZU! I HATE YOU!” You were screaming at the top of your lungs from the pain and pressure as you pushed. Mikey couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, but oh boy that was a big mistake - you turned to look at him. If looks could kill. He immediately stopped smiling and kissed your hand. “I’m sorry angel…” Both the nurses and obstetrician were looking at Mikey. They thought he was Sanzu with how he kissed your hand. It was too late to get an epidural so you had no other choice but to bear it. You began to cry at how much pain you were in, “I can’t…please I can’t do this!” It hurt to see you like this, there was nothing they could do but hold your hand and hope for the best as you delivered a new life into this world. “Yes you can, angel. You’re doing a great job.” Mikey's honeyed tone was doing little to ease your mind. “Princess, look at me…” Kokonoi said and tilted your head in his direction. “You’ve been through hell and back…you can do this.” He was right, your hell was during Sanzu’s incident and the recovery was excruciating. You tried to steady yourself, “Push (Y/N)! You’re almost there!” What followed were your cries and screams as you felt as if your bones were breaking.

It was a grueling labor - but finally the baby arrived. While the nurses were cleaning up the baby and checking their vitals, Kokonoi and Mikey were catching a break from their hands being almost crushed by your death grip. When they brought you the little bundle, you started tearing up, she was beautiful and so tiny. Both Mikey and Kokonoi couldn’t help but melt at the sight. “Her hair is dyed from the blood right?” Mikey asked when he realized that the baby’s hair was a light pink…Sanzu’s hair color. You could only laugh and cry at the same time. You didn’t care, she was beautiful and you were glad she was ok. The nurses asked if you wanted a photo, you said yes. They took two, one of you by yourself and the second with both Mikey and Kokonoi. You wanted to remember this, these were the people that cared for you and loved you. “Do you wanna hold her?” You asked Kokonoi, as he was pretty much your midwife - he had first dibs. “How come he gets to hold her first?” Mikey protested, he wanted to hold the baby first. “Because he is my midwife.” You said with a smile on your face, the unofficial title had Mikey pouting.

Kokonoi was a natural, he held her perfectly fine and the baby didn’t make a peep. “So, did you decide on a name for her?” He said while cooing at the baby in his arms. The frown on your face was enough for them to know that you hadn’t. “Ok ok, my turn! Gimme!” Mikey said while extending his arms out. “Do you even know how to hold a child?” Kokonoi retorted. He didn’t wanna let go of the baby yet. The nurses in the room couldn’t help but find this little moment endearing. Two men fighting over whose turn it was to hold an infant. “If this is the first time holding a child, you’ll need to take a seat and then we’ll hand her over to you.” One of the nurses said and Mikey made his way eagerly to the couch in the room. Kokonoi handed the baby over to Mikey and they looked like two proud fathers. When the baby started crying, he didn’t know what to do. The nurses encouraged him to talk to her. “H-Hey little angel, it’s ok…” His honeyed tone was calming the baby. He didn’t spend hours talking to your belly for nothing. “Ow…” You yelped in pain when you shifted on the bed. “Is it normal to still be in so much pain after birth?” You asked the nurses as they began cleaning up.

Throughout the evening, the pain was becoming more and more unbearable. After examining you, they cleared you of any life threatening issues. However, they ended up giving you some morphine and you were able to finally rest. “Stay with me, please…” You said before you drifted off to sleep. While they both looked after the baby, you stirred in your sleep - talking and groaning. “She looks a lot like him, there is no denying that this baby is his…” Mikey said as he watched the baby sleep in their little bed. Kokonoi was looking over the paperwork that needed to be filled out for registration when you ended up saying, “Haruka…don’t cry…” Within seconds the baby started crying, it was as if you knew she’d start crying right before it happened. Both men in the room were taken back by how eerie the timing was. “I think we have a name…” Kokonoi said and filled out the paperwork while Mikey tried to comfort the baby. Your mumbling continued, repeating the same name - how odd that she was born in the spring as the flowers bloomed. “Koko…take care of Haruka…mhn, Mikey - Haruka can’t eat…dorayaki yet…” They couldn’t help but chuckle at your sleep talking. It was rather endearing and funny. “You named her Haruka, huh?” Kokonoi said as he placed a kiss on your forehead. You awoke shortly after and asked if everything was ok. They were both smiling at you and reassured you that everything was ok. Two days later you were discharged and were allowed to go home. During the final check up and paperwork filing, you asked the nurses regarding the registration of birth. “Oh, that’s been taken care of already. You submitted the paperwork the day after the baby was born.” You thought you heard wrong, you were out cold and didn’t sign anything. “I’m sorry, I don’t recall submitting anything - where are the completed forms?” The nurse smiled and said they can provide you a copy of it tomorrow as the registration was already in process.

When you finally arrived home, you set the baby down in her nursery and took advantage of her sleeping to fix yourself something to eat. Hospital food tasted so bland and you were dying to have something with fat and salt. Pregnancy superstitions were quite the talk in prenatal classes, to avoid certain foods due to this and that, or to be weary of full moons, avoid cemeteries, that frequent heartburn meant the baby was going to be born with a lot of hair. Well one of them actually came true, your little sunshine was born with a mop of rosey hair. The thought made you chuckle a bit at thinking about all the things Kokonoi told you about after the classes, the talks with the fathers, best friends, brothers, etc., it was funny to see how they were dealing with a pregnant woman. The sound of your cell phone going off made you snap back into reality, it was an incoming call from Kokonoi. Answering the call you mumbled a ‘hello’, “Hey princess, we’re headed down to your place now. How’s the baby?” The smile that spread across your lips could almost be imagined by both Manjiro and Kokonoi. “She’s sleeping, are you guys going to stay with me for the next few weeks?” They made arrangements to stay with you for the first three weeks to make sure that you both are ok and ensure that you have all the help you need - being a first time mother was not easy, avoiding stress after a pregnancy was crucial.

The moment they walked through that door, your little apartment was filled with warmth and love. Throughout the week you were busy getting all your ducks in a row for doctors appointments, check ups, daycare and luckily the job you were at now was extremely flexible with maternity leave. There was one final thing missing that you just couldn’t put your finger on. Something was gnawing at you, something…something…what the hell were you forgetting? It must be important if you were racking your brain for it. What am I missing? I have all the baby stuff, the books, the teething stuff, the burping clothes, bottles, pacifiers, registr- Your thoughts were disrupted as from a distance, you can hear Mikey and Kokonoi coo at the baby as one of them holds her in their arms. “Come on little Haruka, it’s feeding time.” You felt your stomach drop and walked slowly to where the two men were. When you walked into the room both Mikey and Kokonoi turned around to face you, their faces showing confusion when they noticed the tears in your eyes. “Hey princess, what’s wrong?” Kokonoi asked as he got closer and cupped your face. Mikey remained seated with the baby in his arms and could only watch as you came closer. “What did you just call her?” It was almost a whisper, but they could sense the panic and uncertainty in your voice. “Mikey…what did you just call her?” You repeated with a bit more volume and anger on the tip of your tongue. “I told you to wake her up before submitting the paperwork.” Mikey said as he backed away from you with the baby in his arms.

The words that rolled off of Mikey’s tongue hit you square in the chest, you felt your heart pounding and blood boiling. That’s what I was forgetting…her registration papers. You think to yourself as you drop down to your knees and break down in tears. “Tell me you're joking…please Kokonoi, you did not register her under that name…” They shouldn’t have done that without your permission, they shouldn’t have made that decision for you, they had no right. The pang in your chest wouldn’t stop, it was already enough that your daughter had his hair color, it was enough that she was part of him, it was enough that she shared his bloodline - but his name? No, it wasn’t fair. “...But you named her, you don’t remember?” “You kept repeating that name over and over again, I thought…” Kokonoi stopped himself as you began to sob. You thought you were dreaming, you thought nothing of it when you came to but I guess these things happen for a reason. “Angel…?” Mikey asked as came closer. “I can’t escape him…can I?” You whispered as you looked up to face the infant in his arms. The floral blanket she was wrapped in had your heart breaking again - it made sense. The gods were punishing you for running away, for keeping this baby a secret from her father, from failing to realize that you were forever bonded to him. “Do you want to change her name to Manjiro? What about Hajime?” Mikey began but was met with a chuckle from you. They thought you finally lost it when you began to laugh louder and cry at the same time. “I guess this is what I get for being selfish…it’s a beautiful name, though she already reminds me of Haruchiyo. It happened for a reason.”

Truth be told - it wasn’t the first time you have thought of that name for your child. But you didn’t want to give in or admit that you were thinking about him when it came to mind. Sanzu Haruchiyo was never going to know the face of this child, he was never going to know that there was a mini him out in the world, he was never going to know…until that one day…

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blxssom-221 · 1 year

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WAKUI FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I JUST WANNA BE HAPPY☹️ IF WAKUI DONT GET ME I KNOW AO3 DOES HMMPH

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zerokurokawa · 2 months

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This is my favorite manga panel:

Ran’s all like…

“oh really?” WHAMM

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miniimight · 7 months

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❝ I LIKE YOU... / I KNOW. ❞ your confession doesn't shock 'em one bit

with mikey, ran, rindou + very nervous!reader (toman timeline)

notes just a wholesome confession scene lol mikey's just as much as a nervous idiot as you are, ran is ... ran, and rindou is also an idiot . also i promise im working on requests i have like seven to work through sobs

it's not like it was hard.

he always felt your eyes on him: passing you in a hallway, in class (which he barely attended, but found himself showing up just to watch you suffer), randomly bumping into each other while out with friends... at first, he didn't care. he had a lot of attention going for him and he thought of you as another drop in the bucket.

but then he found himself paying attention to you.

when you weren't not-so-secretly pining over him, you were looking out the classroom window, a peaceful expression on your face that told him that you were about to fall asleep. or maybe you were with your friends, smiling widely as you exchanged snacks. or maybe you were giggling, your face on fire as your friends helped you craft some kind of candygram.

whatever he caught you doing, he found it endearing. and he couldn't escape it. but for reputation's sake, he tried to hide his adoration and amusement underneath his tough guy exterior. that quickly broke when you finally approached him.

your friends peeking from the hallway behind you both, you gently tapped his arm and your heart almost stopped functioning from nerves.

he cast an uninterested look over his shoulder, eyebrows raised. it was you. "hm?" internally, he was intrigued; he never thought you'd actually come up to him.

"i, uh..." you bit your lip, trying to shock yourself into calming down, but your heart still echoed in your chest.

"did you need something?"

"i'm sorry!" you exclaim suddenly, squeezing your eyes shut as you thrust the snack into his hand. "i like you!"

MIKEY

mikey's heart skipped a beat. "i know."

"uhm..." you whined softly, your body on fire. this was so embarrassing. "okay, bye!" you quickly spun around, hoping that he'd forget it the moment you disappeared around the corridor. he knew?! he KNEW? the fuck did that mean?? WHY DID YOU LEAVE SO FAST?

"wait," mikey's hand gripped your wrist. you squeaked and tried to pull away, but that only caused you to drift closer to him. his own face was dusted pink. "thanks for the snack."

you cast your eyes to the ground. "yeah, i know you're always eating it, so..."

mikey smiled, his grip softening into a delicate hold. he would never dream of giving up a chance to be with the one he'd been yearning for ever since he noticed your starry eyes on him. "wanna ride around with me?"

your eyes lit up and you sent a excited look to your friends. turning back to him as you both walked to his bike, you nervously asked, "so, you said you knew?" you asked, dreading the answer.

mikey smirked, his eyes lidded as he teased you. "yeah, s'not like you were good at hiding it."

"ugh, seriously?" you cringed, hiding your face in your hands. mikey's chuckle brought your eyes to peek over your fingers.

"it's okay, it was... cute." his voice grew quieter, like he was a little embarrassed to admit it.

you blinked at him before you truly processed his words, your heart bursting. "what?!"

mikey looked everywhere except you. "you—you heard what i said! just—come on." he grabbed your hand and ran over to his bike. his hand gripped the top of your head and you were so confused until he pulled a helmet out and slotted it over you. he clasped the buckle under your chin.

he stared at you for a moment before smiling with adoration. your face felt warm as butterflies filled your stomach.

"heh." he giggled, holding the sides of the helmet so that you couldn't hide your face from him. "cute."

as time went on, mikey wasn't so bashful when expressing his love for you.

RAN

he grinned. "ohhhh, i know." he dragged out his triumphant proclamation. "i know."

your face burned and you didn't know what to say to that. so, you bailed. "uh... okay? see you around!" you quickly turned. he knew? why'd he have to say it like that?

it took a moment to realize he was following you.

"so, where are we going?" he asked, tossing the snack package up in the air and catching it. "s'okay if it's far, i got a ride."

you stopped dead in your tracks, bewildered. "what?"

he cocked his head to the side, a calm smile on his face. "aren't we going out?"

you nearly screamed at the suggestion, not expecting this from him at all. "i—no??" you shoved your face into your hands. "i don't know!"

he laughed, captivated by how flustered you were. ran was a guy who liked to sweet talk and see his effect on others, and your reactions were just too good. "come on, i know you've been wanting some time alone with me for a while. you're not so secretive."

you groan and shy away from him. peeking from behind your hands, you meekly asked "was it that obvious?"

he grinned. "yeah. but all the better for me, right?" he put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side and leading you out the school. "knowing i got a pretty thing like you thinking about me all day."

you rolled your eyes, finally starting to come down from the high of your confession. "it wasn't all day."

ran smiled, so tempted to respond with well, that was the case for me, but he figured you'd probably faint. he'd save that for the next time.

RINDOU

"i know." he blurted out before he could think of something better to say. for all the bones he broke, rindou's resolve was weak. but he was good at faking it.

he could tell you were confused, not expecting his response.

you fidgeted with your fingers before you finally spoke up, your face burning. "uh... okay..?" how the hell is anyone supposed to respond to that.

rindou panicked internally, rubbing the back of his neck as he sighed. "are you free right now, or what?"

your eyes lit up as your downcast gaze snapped to look at him. "i am."

a smile cracked on rindou's face as he chuckled with amusement. "then, let me take you out."

"really?!" sure, it wasn't the most glamorous thing to say, but you couldn't help it. you were excited.

"yeah. i mean, you did buy me a snack, so." he held up the package proudly. "gotta return the favor, right? come on, i got a ride."

you tried to hide how triumphant you felt as you followed him diligently. he was awkward, not possessing the same level of finesse his older brother did. like, what does he say to you??

"so..." you started, taking the lead.

oh, thank god. he let out the breath he didn't know he was holding.

"you said you knew?" you mumbled, making a point to avoid his stare. "was it obvious?"

he smirked. "yeah, it was very obvious." you winced, but he continued. "don't worry. it was interesting."

you twisted up your lips in a cringe. "interesting as in a good way, or...?"

rindou racked his brain. ran was always good at thinking on the spot—what would he say? his lips moved before he could stop them. "interesting as in i couldn't stop thinking about you."

you both stared at each other—rindou in absolute shock of what just left his lips and you, completely flustered. your heads whipped away from looking at each other, lips pressed in a tight line as a million different thoughts ran through them. rindou was sure he creeped you out, but then he heard you giggle.

he looked back at you, reading every inch of your expression. you smiled softly. "that was so cheesy."

you kept on laughing to yourself, somehow enamored by his stupid line and he knew he was flying off the deep end.

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baby-tini · 2 months

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M4S

It was quiet… too quiet. The leaky pipe making puddles on the floor. The cold, damp air causes goosebumps to perk up on your arms and the hairs to stand up. Trying to move slightly, you hiss at the sharp cuffs as they bite at your raw wrists, the chair groans as you wriggle around in discomfort. Your thighs numb from not moving around, cracking your neck, you whine at the release of tension. The tight ropes giving you some relief when you inhale but cause you to choke up from the smell of bleach. Your ass is sore from the hard, wooden chair as you attempt to wiggle again, get some of the blood flow back into your legs, stretching them feels to hard as the lack of flow makes them feel heavier.

There's a bang upstairs… like a gun shot, then a harsh, bloody cry. One of pain and agony, it feels close but.. far? You're tired, hungry.. dazed maybe? Were you drugged? No, maybe it's just the lack of oxygen from the stuffy room, cold enough to be a basement.. but not quiet enough to be soundproof. Screaming might work, then again, alerting your.. kidnappers, won't benefit you, not even a little, but it's all you got. Although before you can even inhale the air there's a door that slams open not too far away from where you're tied up. It sounds broken from the sickening crack you hear reverberate off the walls. The stampede of steps sound angry, aggressive, the harsh groan of the steps and ear-splitting squeak of shoes tells you that much.

There's loud yelling in Japanese, then a sharp slap to your face, your head flies left so hard your neck cramps up, causing a dull pain to shoot through you. The whimper in pain is laughed off by the men… men? Maybe two, possibly three but you can't tell for sure. It hurts though, everything hurts, and everything hurts even more when a rough hand grabs a fist-full of your hair and yanks back at the root, causing a scream to rip from your throat, only for a bigger, colder hand to clamp around your throat and squeeze tight. A hand, soft and warm wipes away the sweat from your brow, sliding from your cheek to the fat of your lips and running a thumb? over it, tapping the bottom twice, your jaw dropping for entry, the loose feeling of your jaw is nice, until you feel a cold, hard piece slip between them… a gun. The tip of your tongue meets the trigger and you freeze up, attempting to pull away, only for the hand gripping your hair to pull you forward, making you gag on it. There's bile attacking the back of your throat, trying to force it back with a swallow only makes the gun slide deeper, the metal cutting the corners of your lips as your blindfold is pulled off.

"There's no use in pulling back, angel." A man, more on the shorter side, no taller than 5'5, with black hair speaks to you. His voice sound's deep and alluring, you'd go as far as to say sexy if it weren't for the circumstances. He looks similar to his counterpart, the one with white hair, just, not the blonde. The blonde looks the same.. but different? He looked meaner, more provokable, the one with his hand around your throat. The blondes hand tightened when you continued to force yourself away from the gun in the hand of the man with white hair.

There's little strength used to push you back onto the gun, your throat spasming around the intrusive piece of metal. The gag that comes from your throat is loud but muffled at the same time. The hand used to push you further onto the Dessert Eagle -that also has his hand in your hair- is connected to that of a black-haired man, the cut and color really fitting his skin tone and face. He's attractive.. they all are, but, you're still tied up in their basement, the ropes still tight around your abdomen. The prickly fibers on the rope, passing through your thin clothes and leaving an itchy and raw feeling on your skin. The ropes rubbing against the inevitable cuts on your stomach and chest.

The black-haired man leans down, as he pulls your head further back, the quirk of his lips obvious but not genuine. His eyes are the worst, big, black, soulless pits. There's something.. dark, maybe sinister even. Eyes that belong to a killer, not a human being. The eyes of tragedy and sin, not of praise and prayer. He's.. too close, his big black, bottomless eyes, they're scary. Like they can see through you, like theres nothing in them. You can't see a pupil, does he have pupils? He must, but then again, he's not the most… normal looking man you've ever met.

You're lost in a daze, the mans dark eyes like a never-ending abyss, that, you don't realize the calling of your name by the three men, that is, until you feel the hand wrapped around your throat -by the long-haired blonde- slap your cheek. Not as hard as you would've guessed but hard enough to snap you out of your daze. The cloudiness of your eyes leaving and the limp state goes away. The redirect of your mind leads you to look at the man with white hair. He has the same dead, black eyes but.. he looks more tired, more exhausted. He looks like skin and bones, the clothes he's wearing hanging off him noticeably.

The man with white hair speaks up, "When one of us asks a question, you answer, not a moment before and certainly not a moment after. Do you understand.. I said, Do. You. Understand?" You give a nod after a moment of hesitance, the pupil of your eyes dilate at the gun. Your whole body is trembling, "are you gonna kill me..?" It comes out as a muffled whimper, around the gun, less of what you planned but suitable nonetheless, given the situation. You wish they didn't hold so much power but.. these men looked dangerous, it would be best to play as submissive as possible.. be their little angel, so to speak.

The white-haired man stares at you for a second, "I won't kill you if… you give me what I want, deal?" There's an automatic nod to your head. The glow in your eyes speaks for you, as you try to lean forward ready to give them everything… only to freeze at the sadistic grin he -the white-haired man- gives you. The man, slides the gun out of your mouth and uses it to lift your chin, "You eager.. huh, pretty doll?" The fat of your cheeks flush at his words but you don't pull away, not like you were ables to anyway. He -the white-haired man- leans down in-front of your face, "You don't know what I want.. do you babydoll.. huh?" There's an automatic shake of your head, the back down, courtesy of the fear you're feeling. Then comes the tears, the salty water pouring down your cheeks as your throat starts to close up and you start to panic.

There's a quick swap of position, the blonde now stands behind you, with a loose hand around your throat. The black-haired man still has a fist in your hair, but his other hand starts wiping away the tears from your cheeks and rubbing his thumb under your brow to coarse you into a false sense of vulnerability. The white-haired man stays put, the gun still pointed in your face and those dark eyes still glued on you as his hands stay eerily steady.He doesn't seem bothered and you'd bet millions that he's not, this seems to be an everyday occurence for him.

"W- what did you want..?" your voice leaves in a stutter, the sound of a pained whimper, is apparent to the men, that you're terrified. Then again, they could tell by your eyes, the eyes of a scared fawn, just what they like. The blonde speaks up, "We want our money back… the same money you and your little boyfriend owe us." There's a confused gargle at the back of your throat as you look up at him. The black-haired man starts chuckling, "C'mon now, princess. I really hope you don't pull the confusion bullshit like everyone else.." You shake your head at them, "I truly don't know what you're talking about, I didn't steal money."

The blondes hand tightened around your throat, the red imprints already stinging, "lying will only make us angry, maybe you should try telling us the truth. You'll get out of here a lot quicker if you do." You shake your head, only for it to be yanked back by the hand in your hair. The hand in your hair starts moving your head in a 'yes' motion and he laughs in your face, leaning closer. "You'll tell us what we want to know, angel?" The man guides your head again, moving it against your will, causing more tears to slip down your cheeks as your cries come out in pained whines because of the hand necklace you were so kindly given, against your will, of course.

The blonde speaks up, "we know you know what money we're talk- what's this, huh?" He pulls out a dime bag of coke from your bra. The reaction is immediate, to start thrashing in the chair again. Causing the black-haired man to lose his grip on your hair and get pushed away. The slap to your thighs are an immediate aftermath, the stinging causes your thighs to twitch open involuntarily. The gunman steps between them, he's close, too close, his breath smells of red bean paste, dorayaki.. maybe? The man slips the gun down from your jugular to your collarbone, leaving a angry red line.

"Please, that's not mine, I'm just… holding it for a friend. I- It- please, sir listen." There's a look between the men then a laugh. The black- haired man speaks up, getting close to your ear. "Sir, huh? That a lil'.. kink of yours sweetheart?" There's an immediate look of embarrassment, the dark blush climbing up your neck. The blonde leans down on your right, "oh, she likes that… you like this don't you? You like being tied up and having a gun pointed at your head, huh? You're a sick little bitch, you know that?" His hand glides down your clavicle to your stomach, then trailing down to your thighs then gliding his hand back up. He blonde takes out a knife and cuts the restraints on your wrists and ankles, then sheathes it back into his pocket.

"Please… it wasn't on me, it was Akamai, I swear, I didn't know, those fucking drugs aren't mine." There's a whine to the plead in your voice, just noticeable for the three… men, in front of you. "But, that's not entirely true… is it, pretty girl? You knew what your little… what? Boyfriend? Was doing, you came with him, is he.. your little..?"He gestures to your clothes. His two brothers behind him also give you curious eyes. Giving you a full once over, staring at your breasts, a little longer then necessary.

There's a look of disgust on your face, "are you calling me a whore??" There's a harsh lash in your tone. There's a chuckle from all three men. "No princess, well.. maybe, I mean look at you, you're dressed like a little slut. I wouldn't be surprised to find that he'd pimp you out?" It's quick- but not quick enough, your attempt to wrangle the throat of the man in front of you is quickly shut down by his twin? Brother? You're still not sure, but they're too similar to just be brothers. Then again, you doubt they'll tell you, if the gun pointed at your head right now tells you anything. BANG.

The bullet speeds past your face, cutting your cheek in the process. There's a slight sting but nothing serious. The bullet hits the drywall behind you, leaving a small hole. The sickly looking man leans down in-front of you and laughs in your face. His breath reeks of sugary treats.

You're yanked out of the chair by your hair, you trip and fall to your knees but the white-haired man continues to drag you to a door, it leads to a smaller room with a bed. The room is bland and cold, there's only a bed, with no sheets or covers.. no pillow and comforter either. The bed itself is small and looks to be covered in.. blood. The fluids on the bed are dried and old, browning in spots and dark red in others.

"Is this where you keep your sex slaves?" There's a chuckle from the blonde and black-haired man but a scoff from the man dragging you by your hair, "we don't keep "sex slaves".. we don't need to. Women pay to have sex with us, angel.. but there's a first for everything. Maybe you're the golden girl, hm?" The man lays you down on the bed and the black-haired man stands next to him. "Yeah, I like her, we'll keep her." The men make the agreement together, disregarding you completely.

"Who are you guys anyway?" There's a silence then a scoff from each men, "you seriously don't know who we are?" You hesitate for a moment, "I know who you guys are, kinda, The Sano brothers… that's it, I don't even.. know your names." They all step towards you simultaneously, the white-haired man speaks first.

"I'm Manjiro Sano, the one with black-hair is Jiro Sano and the blonde is Mikey Sano." The white-haired man clarifies. You look between the men. "So, are you guys- Manjiro and Jiro twins?" They nod. Then Mikey walks around his brothers and pushes you down on to the bed.

"We're willing to cut you a deal, sweetheart, sex in exchange for your freedom, we'll have your.. boyfriends head instead, sound good?" He states, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. You look at Mikey then his brothers, nodding your head as you kiss at Mikeys finger-tips. All three men grin and the other two get on the bed as well.

Jiro, pushes you down to climb on top of you. As he starts to kiss up your neck, Manjiro kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth as he runs his hand down your stomach, to your thighs and pulls them open. Mikey climbs in-between them, pulling at your pants. He throws them to the side, he takes his thumb and runs it over your clit, through your panties. He slips his index down you clothed slit. There's a wet patch under his fingers and he pats your cunt a couple times.

You whine into the mouth enclosing yours, running your left hand through Jiros hair. Tugging at the black strands, he groans into your neck, biting down a little harder. He pulls back to see the fresh teeth imprints, then he goes back down, he starts to mark other parts of your neck. Mikey licks you through your panties, nipping at the fabric and nuzzles his nose into your clit, causing you to try and jerk away. Mikey grabs you by the thighs and pulls you back down, towards his mouth.

He finally pulls your panties off and swipes the tip of his tongue over your clit, twirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves. Then sucking harshly on it. You pull yourself away from Manjiros mouth, to throw your head back and cry out in ecstasy. The cry is pretty to them, they want- they need more, they're hungry for it. Mikey pulls back from the cunt, there's a quick whine from you but it's cut short when Manjiro kisses you again. Mikey spits on your slit, then uses his index and middle to smear it on your pussy. Making sure to deliver slow, tight circles around your clit. He leans back down to assault your clit again, giving it wet kisses as he slips two fingers inside and scissoring them apart.

There's a hiss of pleasure that escapes through your lips but Manjiro is there to shush you. Jiro pulls back, "we have to make this quick, I have a meeting with Toman in thirty." He states, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down, as he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. Mikey pulls back and also slips his pants and boxers off, as he does that, Manjiro places another kiss on your lips and pulls back. He doesn't undress, he just slips the undergarments below his cock. Then pushes into your mouth, your tongue wrapping around his tip without order.

Mikey leans back to spread your thighs a little wider, he takes his cock in his hand and rubs the tip along your slit, pressing the tip to your clit to circle the nerve before he slides in. The spit providing extra lubrication, as he slips in easily. You look over and make eye-contact with Jiro, the does of your eyes only feeding into your lust as grabs your left hand to wrap it around his cock. Smearing his pre-cum to help jerk him easier.

You're full, so fucking full. You've had sex before but it's never felt this good and you doubt it ever will again. You've never met a man that fills you quite like Mikey and you highly doubt his brothers would disappoint you as well. Judging from how your mouth has to stretch beyond capacity, and how your hand barely fits half-way around Jiros cock. The drugs were worth it, stealing the drugs from Akamai were more worth it then you first thought. You've always wanted to fuck the Sano brothers and if that means framing your money-hungry limp dick boyfriend then so be it.

Jiro moves closer to you and squeezes your hand tighter around his cock, he groans from the pressure and you move your hand faster, twisting your wrist and rubbing your thumb up and down the slit, it causes him to keen over you as he catches himself with his right hand above your head moving his left down to rub at your clit. The added pleasure causes you to squeal around his brothers cock. Your throat spasming around Manjros cock as you attempt to bob your head quicker on his dick. Mikey pulls you closer and pulls both your thighs onto his left shoulder as he fucks you harder, his right hand pressing down on your stomach, as his dick leaves a physical imprint inside you. He gives your left ankle a kiss as he leans his head on your calves, watching as you take his brother down your throat.

Manjiro wraps your hair around his fist as he starts to throat-fuck you. He uses his left hand to wipe away your tears as he rubs his thumb under your right eye. "You're doing so good for us, sweetheart?" You try to nod for him as best you can. He chuckles as you choke from your nodding and gives your right cheek a couple pats before he leans his head back and lowly groans. The sound reverberates around the small, bare room and so does the sound of the bed creaking, occasionally hitting the wall, every now and again.

The body bounces in rapid jerks from the thrusts as all three men fuck you pliant. The gags of your throat sending vibrations through Manjiros cock and he whines. The man looks at you through lidded black eyes. "Tell me now before I finish down your tight throat." There's a rapid nod from your end, you need to feel it slip down your throat, you need to taste him. He nods, letting his head fall back as he cums down your throat. His twin is next, Jiro cumming all over your chest, some getting on your stomach. He breathes heavily as he lazily grins at you, still rubbing tight circles around your clit.

You cum, harder then ever before, harder then you thought possible. Mikey tries to pull out but you shake your head and whine at him, he chuckles at that and pushes all the way to the brim, his balls taut against your ass as he cums inside. He's warm and fills you full, your stomach having a little bump from it, that he so gleefully pushes down on when he pulls out of you, causing the cum the slide out of you. Only for him to use his fingers to slide it back into, with a kiss to the cheek gets up. All three of the men stand up and redress themselves, giving you a smirk as they do so.

Manjiro walks back over to you and pecks your lips and with a peck to the cheeks from Jiro and Mikey, they grant you with the words you've longed to hear, since you saw them that day.

"We're gonna keep you princess.. I hope you don't mind."

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kokoch4n3l · 2 months

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˗ˏˋ sacrifice(eat me up) ࿐ྂ "I dedicate to you my life, you can devour me whole"

summary: you held grudges. too many of them. so when Mikey beats your ass and puts you into a two-day coma after the disbandment of Toman, you're pissed and without thinking, show up at his place with a knife to get some revenge. It doesn't turn out the way you expected.

notes: inspired by the lyrics of sacrifice by enhypen. my first [y/n] fic and first ever fic written in second person! I hope it's acc good lol. NOT edited.

warning: gang violence, near-death experience, use of weapons, toxic relationships, slight knife play(?), suggestive themes, death threats, mature language, pet names(baby, pretty baby)

pairing: kanto!mikey x f!reader

word count: 1256

It felt like the world was ending when Mikey disbanded Toman. It was so out of the blue, so out of nowhere, so random, you couldn't understand why he did that or why you were so upset in the first place because it's not like you were ever officially a member anyway. You were simply a glorified nurse for the captains of the gang. You Mikey’s childhood friend, both of you training at his father’s dojo, close to Baji as well. When Mikey created Tokyo Manji Gang oh you pissed off. Girls weren’t allowed in biker gangs. It was annoying but you were an unofficial member by affiliation somehow. Somehow.

Mikey was acting weird after that. Or at least on a particular day when shit really came crashing down on you. He came over to your house, knuckles bloody, a blank look on his face. As usual, you patched him up. Took care of him while your phone was buzzing with calls from Mitsuya, Draken, Pah and all the former captains. As you answered, Mikey grabbed your phone and threw it at the wall. In one swift move, Mikey pinned you to the floor. He had left you for last after pushing away the old squad leaders, giving you a beating that you were certain could have killed you if you didn't fight back. He wanted to move on. He wanted nothing to do with you, nothing to do with Draken, or Mitsuya, or Pah, and he was always someone who got his way in the end.

But you were stubborn and held grudges. So when you wake up from your two-day coma and can stand without wanting to pass out, you go to Mikey’s place with a switchblade in your pocket and your left wrist in a cast. It isn’t hard to barge into his room since you have a spare key. He was doing something. You didn’t know exactly what but before he could turn around you flicked open the switchblade. Just as he turns around you take the chance and lunge at him, sending the both of you to the floor of the shed and you press the short blade to his throat. Mikey makes no move to try and defend him. Instead, he’s looking like this amused him. Like he knew you would come back because no matter what he's put you through, you always had in the end. It was almost humiliating. “A knife?” he murmurs, his hands coming up to hold your hips while you straddle him “That’s cute, still can’t beat me just like when we were kids?”

That angers you. The tone he was using, the memories he was using against you. It wasn’t fucking fair. You had never been able to beat him during sparing sessions when you still used to go to the dojo. Even now, you can’t. It wasn’t fucking fair. You give him the nastiest look you can muster and press the blade a bit harder against his throat. “I’ll kill you. I swear I’ll fucking kill you Manjiro” You hiss angrily at him “You think you can do that shit to me and get away with it?”

Mikey however, laughs. He fucking laughs. “Yeah, I do think that”

You feel annoyed. Mikey’s hair is out, not in the usual half-up half-down style. His dark circles were prominent and he looked paler than usual. But fuck he was still so pretty. “You’re a fucking asshole Mikey—”

“—Manjiro” He says in a way that corrects you, squeezing your hips “not Mikey… Manjiro”

“Shut up!” You yell and use your half-casted hand and punch him in the jaw

Mikey doesn’t even flinch nor does he make a sound. He rolls his jaw and stares up at you with a blank look and squeezes your hips even tighter. “I’ll kill you! I swear to god I’ll kill you!” You yell at him “Why the fuck did you do that to me?!”

You could feel yourself getting emotional. It was your weakness. You tended to cry when you got too angry. It was embarrassing and the reason you didn’t get angry as much and right now you hoped you didn’t burst out into tears while you were holding a knife to the Invincible Mikey’s throat. But you start to tear up anyway, your vision going blurry. “You gon’ cry, baby?” Mikey murmurs, a hand coming up to hold your cheek so carefully in comparison to last time when he almost killed you with those same hands

It’s humiliating. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. You were supposed to hurt him the same way he hurt you. But you had always been weak when it came to Mikey. Even after he hurt you like he did, even after he almost killed you— you were weak. “I hate you…” You sniffle as tears start to run down your cheeks “I hate you so much Manjiro”

Your tears drip down your eyes and onto his face due to the way you’re hovering over him. But Mikey doesn’t waver nor does he change the condescending expression or tone he has. It was embarrassingly easy for him to pull the switchblade out of your hand. You shiver as he drags the blunt edge of it against your cheekbone while you continue to cry. Mikey sits up and you slide down from his hips to his lap, straddling his thighs now. “Poor little baby” He says softly but in the same mocking tone, now dragging the blunt edge of the blade against your jaw

Tears run down your cheeks and you sniffle, shuddering nervously each time the cool metal makes contact with your skin. “Manjiro…” You cry like a damn child “Why did you do that to me?”

Mikey however smiles as you cry. He leans over and licks up your tears. It’s gross. You cringe and flinch away from him but his free hand that wasn’t holding the switchblade has a firm grip on your waist. “So pretty, hm… My pretty baby”

He wasn’t taking you seriously. This was fun to him and it was making you even more mad and then anger was making you cry like a damn child. “This isn’t fair” You cry as he lowers you onto the floor on your back

Mikey has the blade pressed to your throat now, your hand lay limp on either side of your head. “It isn’t?” his tone is mocking “It was all just a test… Wanted to see if you’d always come back to me just as you said you would. Now look baby, you passed my test”

He sounds oddly cheery for someone who has a switchblade pressed to your throat and almost killed you about a month ago in your own house. “I’ll devour you whole like I want and you’ll let me like you always do” Mikey whispers as he presses a kiss to your forehead and presses the sharp edge of the blade slightly harder against your throat “You’ll let me won’t you?”

You were weak. Always too damn weak for Mikey. You sniffle and desperately grasp at his shirt. It was always like that and it would stay like that. You would let Mikey hurt you, kill you, bring you back to life, eat and devour you whole and spit you out as he pleases because… Because you were weak. “Yes…” you choke out through helpless and heartbreakingly sad-sounding whimpers

Mikey smiles and his free hand slides under your shirt. “Good girl… Now let me get a taste”

#tokyo revengers #mikey sano #mikey x reader #sano mikey manjiro #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers fandom #tokyo revengers x reader #sano manjiro #sano manjiro x reader #manjiro sano #kanto manji gang #kanto mikey

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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*me, at internship, daydreaming about Mikey rearranging my guts and organs*

My professor : Doctor Lina, what's the best treatment for left-sided colorectal cancer ?

Yeah... Call it a switch...

( still managed to get the answer though DW )

#mikey just fuck me #wish this boy was real #i would totally suck the dark impulse out of him #manila mikey #bonten mikey #kanto manji mikey #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro sano #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers spoilers

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youatemylollipop · 2 years

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Takemichi: I liked Mikey-kun better when he still had shoulder length hair.

Y/N: I never liked him.

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tdoongslover · 19 days

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could literally talk abt him all day

#1 kanto mikey apologist

#manjiro sano #mikey sano #kanto manji gang #tokyo revengers #tokyo manji gang #pookie #he is so babygirl #he is the loml #he is so silly #mwah #he is a menace #love him tho #why am i like this #manjiro

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vingvks · 9 months

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Mikey headcanons.

(My perspective, opinion on Mikey headcanons)

(Also any ideas for characters?)

MIGHT BE SPOILERS! ⚠️

Mix of female and male reader

(Kanto or kantou manji idfk and idfc)

Might be bad grammar because I’m naturally a fast typer.

Fluff

-I could see Mikey being clingy (Toman Mikey and maybe even Manila and Bonten Mikey but in more private places with just you and him.)

-Toman Mikey’s probably very defensive and protective of you, just like with baji. (Ifykyk)

-if your in a bad mood he might give you a couple nibbles of his dorayaki, only if your sad but he’s definitely stingy.

-messy sleeper. I feel like sleeping in the same bed with him is a mess. He definitely will have his arms and legs everywhere. I feel like he would randomly wrap legs with you.

-Your relationship would probably be private for safety reasons even though he would still let you around Toman but your his so called close “friend” similar to his relationship with Draken.

-Petty, not petty in like a bad way though. For example if you forget to get him some dorayaki when your coming to see him he’ll do something small but petty as revenge.

-only sleeps in cold beds. He likes the cold breeze in his room.

-he’s like a woman on her period when you don’t bring him the snacks when he asked you to.

Angst

-when Draken died his mental health got even worse. I believe Draken used to baby Mikey because he could never get out of bed on his own after what happened with Shinichiro so you’d have to be the one to help him with simple tasks like helping him get up and care for him because he won’t do it for himself.

-Bonten Mikey is a light sleeper so if you move a lot he’ll definitely get pissed and hurt your feelings by saying something insensitive, he will never hit you though.

-Bonten Mikey has insomnia on certain nights, he’ll lay in bed with you until you fall asleep and then get up to do something else while your sleeping.

-Manila Mikey would ruin plans with you to go out and find takemichi. (Ifykyk)

-Bonten Mikey would definitely talk shit about Bonten executives to make you hate them as much as he does.

-Once kanto manji arc started Mikey became possessive. Like you cant talk to certain people and he needs to know where you are at all times. This is because Mikey feels as if those around him that he loves are bound to die, he feels as if he’s bad luck. If you were to not tell him where you were he would send members out to find you and dark impulse might even happen, as in he might hurt or kill someone in the meanwhile.

-long hair Manila mikey will come to your house randomly to hang out meanwhile acting as if he doesn’t have his victims blood on him.

-all Mikey’s (except toman and kanto) are pretty merciless. That’s included killing a child or animal if needed.

-Ever since Kanto manji arc Mikey tends to get easily frustrated or pissed even though he keeps a blank face. His eyes say it all.

-sometimes Mikey might snap at you because of dark impulse and then realize what he did. This would result in him doing something such as starving himself, locking himself in a room somewhere or just straight up harming himself as self punishment.

(This is actually a headcanon because of black dragon arc where Mikey purposely let taiju hit him as a punishment to himself and when he let Draken beat him up because he couldn’t protect Emma. Basically letting others hurt him because he believes he deserves it.)

-Manila Mikey has manic episodes sometimes. I feel like he would be delusional at times and hallucinate.

-Bonten Mikey cannot sleep without you, he doesn’t like the thought of you being somewhere else while he’s laying down.

-Manila Mikey is manipulative time to time to get what something he really wants. When he doesn’t get it regardless he’ll loose his cool and get violent, Mainly from dark impulse.

-Keep a close eye on Bonten Mikey and Manila Mikey when you can. Atleast text Bonten Mikey four times an hour to check on him. But don’t text him on busy days. If he doesn’t answer your text call him on a busy day, call him.

-Mental disorder for sure.

-bad communication skills. Whenever you call him out he’ll say something like “You knew what you were getting into.”

-puts you and those he truly loves before himself. Selfless person but also very selfish when it comes to people he doesn’t care about.

-Bonten mikey has fantasies of having a double suicide with you. So that he’ll be free from his suffering with you still right beside him in his heart. You’d both probably end up dying with each other.

-very possessive and jealous. To the point it can be agonizing. Only if you really put him in his place (in any way..) he’ll stop for a bit.

-Manila mikey is usually smiling but as soon as he gets angry his whole persona turns upside down.

-Bonten Mikey has scars all along his body but hides it with sleeves etc.

-Long hair Manila mikey does a lot more gore killing then you’d expect.

-toxic asf

-yandere (toman mikey doesn’t kill others however other timeline Mikey’s wouldn’t hesitate for you.)

-They’d probably treat you like shit at times but go spiraling when you threaten leaving them, despite knowing that you can’t.

-I feel as if at times they’d occasionally victimize themselves, only till you hit them with a reality check.

-They are guilt tripping at times, but I feel they’d do it to get your attention, unhealthy obsession.

Smut

Dominant (mixed slight submissive in this too but yeah…)

-Long hair Manila mikey would wanna do some crazy shit sex wise, despite him never actually doing it for you sake.

-Bonten Mikey is definitely rough but quiet. In a irritated mood? That’s fine, he’ll take it out on you sexually.

-kanto manji Mikey is also pretty quiet but he starts off slow and then gets faster. He really doesn’t care, he’ll fuck you while other Kanto manji members are near.

-Manila Mikey does a lot of foreplay. Like thigh and neck kissing and slowly making his way up. If you were to do it to him he’d be ashamed of himself but then again he loves it.

-I feel as if long hair Manila Mikey and short hair Manila Mikey would do foreplay for a long time until you get desperate enough to beg him for more than just that.

-Manila Mikey groans a lot and whines occasionally. I feel like he’s slightly louder and whines often when he’s in the submissive role.

-Kanto manji Mikey doesn’t have a high-sex drive so he’ll just rail or ride you for your sake (he still loves it though) . But every other Mikey timeline do it for themselves.

-only time Kanto manji Mikey is in the mood is when he needs to relive his anger. (Either topping you or bottoming for you, whatever he wants more.)

-Every Mikey timeline is controlling in the sex department. (They can still be a controlling bottom until you put him in his place.)

-long hair Manila Mikey only fucks to get his mind off things. He’ll go all night, depending on how long you go the louder he gets.

-he’ll praise you just so your body can react.

-his hips and thrust are hard. Prepare for painful aching the next day.

-Thigh kissing kink.

-choking kink.

-lots of hickeys on collarbone and neck.

-emotional sex depending on how he’s feeling.

-passionate sex if you’ve pleased him or impressed him in anyway.

-he definitely leaves bruises on your hips, he keeps a firm tight grip.

-I feel like Manila Mikey would call you “doll”

-Manila Mikey is playful and unserious at first but when he starts to feel the pleasure he gets quiet and rough.

-this might suck a little but if you piss them off sometimes he’ll become controlling and only go for his own orgasm, leaving you half done unless you beg for it.

Submissive

-Bonten Mikey was not a big fan when he realized he was more submissive to you. As long as you take him somewhere very private he’ll be as loud as he wants. Other than that he doesn’t fuck in places where people are near.

-Kanto manji Mikey is loud. Deadass don’t know why but I feel like he’s mumbles curse words while you rail or ride him, he’s gets a satisfaction of relief. (depending on your preference and gender)

-Manila Mikey, his ego was lowkey hurt but if you go fast he’ll only care about sex in that one moment.

-Kanto manji Mikey doesn’t like fucking in open places. You have to be somewhere private and far away from gang members. As long as he isn’t limping or aching when your done he’ll pretend nothing happened and go on about his day.

-Bonten Mikey whispers. He’ll whisper if he wants it slower or faster but if you don’t slow down sometimes he’ll get loud.

-if you make Manila Mikey cry in the middle of sex he’ll get submissive and emotional. He’s a pretty crier.

-Manila mikey likes to ride. He’s louder that way.

-I feel like in response to his trauma he’d hate being degraded severely while bottoming, only occasionally, he’d probably prefer quiet sex or you praising him.

-Both Bonten and Kanto manji Mikey grip sheets tightly. They might even tear the sheets.

-best place you can get any timeline Mikey submissive is bending over a desk or table.

-Manila Mikey has a praising kink, you praise him and he’ll praise you back. He will ever admit how much it makes his heart race.

-Bonten Mikey breathing gets erratic when you praise him.

-All Mikey timelines hate the thought of getting caught being in a submissive position. I genuinely think they would kill or threaten anyone who were to see a damn thing.

-Bonten Mikey is disrespectful until you fuck him dry. He’d probably be judging and talking shit nonchalantly then get all quiet when you prove him wrong.

-Neither of the Mikey timelines talk much in the middle of sex beside Manila mikey. I believe that the rest of the Mikey timelines beside Manila mikey are pillow princesses when on a bed because they’re too embarrassed to see the look on your face while your fucking them. (Either riding or railing them)

-fucking any long hair Manila mikey or any adult Mikey with with his long hair out and free is top tier. He’s pretty with his hair out and messy.

-Punishment sex for any of them is a turn on but they’ll never admit. Nothing is more embarrassing to Mikey than you making him beg for it.

#dom male reader #toman mikey #mikey tokyo revengers #mikey smut #sano mikey manjiro #manjiro sano x reader #sano manjiro #top male reader #bonten #manila #kanto manji gang #mikey x y/n #future mikey #tr mikey #female reader

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cherry0lad · 25 days

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☆ He's so beautiful 😭💕💕

All rights goes to Ken Wakui and fanarts were made by:

@kmm_dayoo on twitter

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#manjiro sano #manila mikey #kanto manji gang #mikey sano #tokyo revengers #tokyorev

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intheafterall · 8 months

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I've had serious Mikey brain the past little bit. Don't come at me for this, broke my own heart drawing it 😭

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #mikey sano #manjiro mikey sano #manjiro sano #kanto manji gang #tokyo manji gang #emma sano #baji keisuke #ryuguji ken #shinichiro sano #fanart #digital art #itaa's art #i just 😭😭😭😭

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callofdutyma · 10 months

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You'll always be Mikey to me

Sano Manjiro x Fem Reader

As you walked up to Mikey’s house, you couldn't help but feel nervous. Over a year ago, he pushed you away and you two broke up. You tried to live your life without him, but you just couldn't take it anymore. Raindrops pelted your face, and you wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater. Suddenly, you saw him walking towards you from down the street, wearing his Kanto Manji Gang jacket. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice cold and distant. You felt a lump form in your throat, and you struggled to find the right words.

You take a deep breath, and finally speak up. “Hey Mikey.. it’s been awhile.” you say softly.

“Manjiro. Sano.” He said harshly in intervals. The name has become like poison on his tongue. He is no longer the one people called "Mikey”, not anymore. He stood like a statue, still as death, his expression stern and unfeeling. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were cold and hard. He spoke with the harshness of a stranger.

“Mikey.. I miss you.” You say, looking into his eyes.

“You miss Mikey.” He was visibly angry at the mention of his old name. That was the past, he is different now. “Mikey is gone.” He glared at you, his eyes filled with rage. He couldn't stand the mention of his old name anymore, it was like a reminder of everything he lost. His voice broke as he spoke, his anger rising.

“No he’s not.. I refuse to believe my Mikey is gone!” You say firmly.

“I said Mikey is gone! That’s final!” He yelled, his eyes blazing with fury. He was angry but his heart ached with pain. His eyes were full of sadness, he was hurting so much. He wanted to go back to the old days when everything was fine, when his family and friends were still with him, but that was the past and it was gone forever. He wanted to cry but he refused to show his weakness.

You jump back in surprise, startled by his yelling, but you stand your ground. You step closer to him and look at him intently, “but I still love you!” you plead.

He looks at you, his eyes still glaring with anger. He didn't know how to react to your words. He felt numb. He didn't understand why you would care about him anymore. He was different now. He was no longer the kind and gentle Mikey you once knew. He was cold, stoic, and distant. What reason could you possibly have to still love someone like him?

“Mikey..” You say in a quiet voice.

“Don’t call me Mikey!” He said, his voice still filled with anger and sadness. He was in pain, and he couldn't understand why your feelings had not changed. He was different now. He didn't think he deserved anyone's love anymore, but his heart yearned for it. He closed his eyes, fighting against his conflicting emotions.

“But you’re Mikey!” You shout in a pleading tone.

He could feel his heart breaking with each word you said. He wanted to scream and cry, but he had to be strong, for you and for himself.

“Please...don't do this. Please.” He begged while closing his eyes, trying to hide his tears. He couldn't let you see him like this. “Mikey is gone! He's dead. I'm Manjiro Sano. That's the only name you can call me now.” He said, his voice shaky, and his eyes full of pain.

“I don’t believe you!”

He sighed, “then let me show you, let me prove it.” He turned away from you and clenched his fists tightly, so tightly his knuckles became white. He was on the edge of breaking down, but he refused to show it. Instead, he opened his eyes wide and shouted to the sky. “I’M MANJIRO SANO!” He yelled. “MANJIRO SANO, NOT MIKEY!”

You dart to him and wrap your arms around him from behind, and he freezes, his heart pounding as he felt your touch. He could feel your warmth and your love. He wanted to turn, he wanted to say something to you, but he didn't know what to say. He felt trapped by his own pain. He wanted to hold you too, but he didn't know how. He just stood there, trying to catch his breath, trying not to cry.

You bury your face in his back and grip his jacket with your hands. “Mikey..”

His muscles relaxed, his hand clenched less tightly, and his eyes closed. He felt weak and vulnerable, but safe in your arms. He could feel your love, still there just as it was when you were together, but he wasn't Mikey anymore. The love he felt from you was hurting him even more, because now he knew that he couldn't return that love, like he wasn’t allowed to.

“Mikey.. do you not remember this? do you not remember when we’d embrace each other? do you not remember our love?” You say, trying to trigger something in him that’ll make him finally give in to you.

He stood in silence, and a tear streamed down his cheek, but you couldn’t see it as you were still hugging him from behind. He was shaking. He didn't want to remember. He wanted to forget everything. He wanted to forget you. He wanted to forget the pain and suffering he had caused everybody, including himself. “Please..” He whispered, "don’t make me remember. It hurts too much..”

“But that’s not fair!” You shout. “I love you Mikey! so much! so please, come back to me.”

Your words stung, and he hated himself for it. He didn't know how to respond to you, and he didn't know what to do. He was trapped between his love for you and his hatred for himself. “But I can't go back to you!” He yelled, trying to control his voice, but it broke as he shouted, “I'm not the same guy anymore!”

“I don’t care! Mikey.. I know you remember it.. I know you remember our love. Remember when you used to lay your head in my lap? and i’d play with your hair? or when we’d take rides on your motorcycle, you’d pull over at random places, and we’d sit on the seat of your bike and watch the stars.. don’t you remember those things?”

“I..” He swallowed, his voice breaking. He held back his tears, “yes.. I remember.. but..” he paused, “that was the old me.”

“Mikey..” You say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Please!” He said, his voice shaking. “Don't call me that anymore, don't!” All the pain, all the memories, all the regret, everything came back to him like a flood of emotions. “I'm Manjiro Sano. I'm not that gentle boy anymore!” He yelled. “I'm a killer, an addict, a monster and a failure. But worst of all, I'm alone. So, please!” He paused, “don’t remind me of the old me anymore.”

“You’re not alone!”

“I am!” He yelled, his voice filled with anger and bitterness. “I have nobody anymore! I lost everything! I can't trust anyone anymore! and now, I can't even trust myself!” He couldn't hold it in anymore. He felt so weak. He wanted to sink to his knees, but he refused to show his weakness. His eyes filled with rage, and his fists clenched tightly.

“You’re not! you have me!”

He tried to pull away from you, but you held onto him tightly. He could feel your love and your warmth as you continued to hug him firmly from behind. He wanted to return your love, he wanted to return your affection, but he just couldn’t.

“I can't do that! I have nothing left!” He shouted, trying to free himself from your grasp but failing. “I'm a monster, I kill people, I'm addicted to drugs and I can't even look at myself anymore! I'm broken!”

You continue to hold onto him tightly despite him trying to pull away, your arms are wrapped around his waist tightly as you cling to him from behind.

“Please!” He shouted, his heart breaking. “Please let go of me!” He wanted you to let him go, but at the same time he wanted you to hold him tighter. He wanted to go back to you, to the happy times you had together, but he couldn't. He refused to believe that he could. He didn't want to believe he was still capable of being loved.

“No Mikey! I won’t!”

“Why? why do you still love me? why do you still care?!” He yelled at you desperately, his eyes wide and his heart breaking as he stared off into the distance. He couldn't understand why you still loved him, why you still cared after everything he did. He hurt you by leaving. He hurt everyone in Toman by disbanding them. He hurt himself with drugs, and he hurt everyone around him with his violence and rage. How could you still love a monster like him? and what has he done to deserve such love?

“Because I do! you’re the man I love and always will love Mikey.” You say, sounding sure of yourself.

“But.. but why?” He asked desperately. “Why do you still love me? I hurt you. I hurt so many people.” He paused for a moment, “i’m not Mikey anymore. I’m not your boyfriend anymore. He’s gone. I’m a monster. I hurt everyone. So please.”

“No! You’re Mikey! stop saying you’re not Mikey!”

“I’m not! I’m not Mikey anymore!” He yelled desperately as he struggled to break free from your embrace. “I'm Manjiro Sano now.” He shouted, trying to make it clear to you.

He didn't want you to love him. He wanted to keep you far away from him, to keep you safe from his dark world, but when he heard your voice and felt your touch, his heart broke. He was weak, so weak.

You grip him tighter and continue to bury your face in his back, taking in his familiar smell as tears pour down your cheeks.

He was still struggling to pull free from your embrace, but he could feel your tears against his back as you cried. He could feel your love and affection. He wanted to push you away, but at the same time he wanted to say something to you. He wanted to say "I love you too" but he couldn't. He didn't have the courage to do it. The pain was too much for him to bear. He could feel it in his heart. He was weak, and conflicted.

“Mikey..”

He couldn't hold back his tears anymore. “Don't call me that!” He choked out, “don’t...don't remind me of that. That was the past, I'm not him anymore.” He didn't want to remember those memories, but you reminded him of everything he had lost, everything he had given up. He felt helpless, broken, alone. But most of all, he felt like he still loved you.

You take your hand and grab his as you continue to hug him from behind, intertwining your fingers with his.

His entire body froze as you took his hand. When your fingers intertwined, his heart ached. He still loved you, and he hated it.

Your hand grips his tighter and you nuzzle firmer against him.

“No..” He said as you held him tightly. “I can’t do this.. No..” He wanted to pull away, but he couldn't bring himself to hurt you. Your touch was both soothing and painful. The pain of loosing you was still fresh in his mind, but now he wanted to touch you again. He wanted to kiss you again. He wanted to love you again. But the thought of it made his heart ache. How could he love you again? He didn't deserve it.

“Why Mikey.. Why?”

“Because.. i’m not good enough for you anymore. I don’t deserve your love,” he cried, “i’m not the Mikey you used to know. I’m not the guy you used to love, not anymore.”

“You’ll always be Mikey to me!” You shout.

He froze. You said those words, and something broke in him. He finally broke. He still loved you after all this time. He still wanted you. He wanted to return your love. He wanted to be with you again, but he didn't know what to say. He wanted to say "I love you" and kiss you, but he didn't have the courage to do it. He was weak, hurting, broken and afraid. "I know," he says, "but I can't love you anymore. I can't be the guy you love, not anymore..”

Those words cut deep. He said he couldn’t love you anymore, and that hurt. Your tears started flowing rapidly, “that’s not fair.. I can’t.. I can’t live without you.”

He felt so much pain hearing that, because he couldn’t live without you either. His whole body shook, he didn’t want to let you go. How can he abandon someone he loves so much.. again?

You release your grasp on him and pull away, his words cut you deep, and it pushed you to your limit. You didn’t know he was lying when he said that. “Fine. Manjiro. I’ll go then.” There it was, you finally said the name, and Mikey’s heart shattered to pieces. You turn and start walking away.

“No please.. I need you.” It was a whisper from his lips. A whisper you didn’t hear as you continued to walk away.

“NO!” He shouted as he rushed to catch up to you, grabbing you by your arm and pulling you close to him. He could feel your warm body against his as he grasped tightly to you. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to say he loved you. He wanted to tell you everything. He lifted your chin to meet his gaze, “I can’t live without you either,” he said in a quiet voice, “and I still love you.”

Your eyes widen and you look up at him, “w-what?”

He looked deeply into your eyes and repeated himself, his voice barely above a whisper. “I...I love you. I always have.” He sighed, trying to get enough courage to kiss you. He wanted to kiss you the moment your face met, but he held himself back. He wanted you to say you loved him, and he wanted you to kiss him first. He could finally admit his love for you, but he couldn't act first. “I love you so much..” He said, his voice cracking, and barely audible as he fought back his tears.

“M-Mikey..”

“Kiss me.” His voice was a soft whimper as the word escaped his mouth. It was like a plea, a cry for your help. He wanted you to make the first move, because he couldn't do it alone. He wanted you to kiss him, because then he’d have the courage to kiss you again. He wanted your lips, your touch. He wanted everything about you. He wanted everything from before.

You grab his cheeks with both of your hands and pull his face down to kiss him. His whole body froze when your lips met. He could feel your love, your affection. He could feel everything he had before. A rush of emotions hit him like a tornado, and his eyes were filled with tears as he returned the kiss. It felt like a miracle, like a dream come true. It was him and you, and he felt like a human again. He returned your love and held you tight, his hands grasping you as he poured his emotions into this one kiss. The passion and intensity you’ve always shared was still there, as strong as ever.

He poured his love in each kiss, his hands roaming your back and hips as his body moved with yours. You moan softly, “Mikey.”

“I missed you.” He said between kisses. He could feel the passion growing between them; he craved more, and hearing you moan his name pushed him further. He couldn't control himself anymore, he wanted more than just your love. He wanted you, your body, and he wanted to make you his again. He kissed you harder and faster.

“I missed you too Mikey, so much.” You say in between the kisses, your breath heavy.

He pulled away from your lips, his breath shaky as he looked at you. He could feel your love for him again, and it felt so damn good. “I need you..” He let out a heavy breath. “I need you right now..”

“Take me.. Mikey.” You gaze into his eyes, your expression mixed with pure love and desire.

His hands gripped your waist and he picked you up in his arms. He took you inside his house and to his bedroom. He walked towards the bed and laid you down. He climbed on top of you, his body touching yours. His heart was pounding, his body was trembling, but his mind was steady. All he could think about was you, your love, your touch. He wanted to give it to you again, he wanted to make you his again. He didn't care about anything anymore. He didn't care about the consequences, he didn't care about himself. He only wanted to give it to you. To take out these intense feelings of love on your body.

“Mikey.”

“Shhh...” He said, his voice heavy with desire. His breath was shaky with excitement as he kissed your neck. He pressed his lips against your skin and started kissing you intensely. He could feel your body against his, every inch of it. He pressed his body even firmer against you. He didn't want to waste any part of it. He moved his lips towards your ear, kissing it. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them up near your head, and looked at you with an expression full of desire and lust.

You bite your lip and blush up at him.

“You're so damn cute.” He whispered as he kissed your cheek. He grabbed your chin, lifting your head until he looked directly into your eyes, his soft blond hair falling around your face. He could feel the love between you, the love that would never fade away. “Do you remember what I said?” He asked, his voice heavy with love. “I said I needed you right now. That I wanted you right now.”

You nod, and your body tingles. “I remember.”

“And now I'm gonna take what I need.” He whispered as he leaned down and kissed your lips again, his lips hungry for yours. His hands moved down your body, his breath shaky and his mind clouded from the desire he felt. He grips the hem of your shirt and pulls it off of you. Then he moves down to the waistline of your pants, pulling them off. He spreads your legs and starts trailing kisses up your thigh, and you moan softly. He bites his lip as he moves his face up, and gives a kiss to your panty covered slit. You gasp at the sudden contact, and he continues to kiss you through your panties, “mm” he moans. He starts sucking your clit through your panties, and your eyebrows tilt up as you take a handful of his blond hair, gripping onto it. He lets out a muffled groan, “god I missed this.” He says in a breathy voice. “I wanna make you feel good again. I wanna taste you again.”

You nod; giving him permission. He bites his lip again and pulls off your panties, letting out a heavy breath as he moves his face back down. He quickly encloses his mouth over your slit, and he lets out a low muffled moan. “Mmm, you taste exactly how I remembered.” He licks down your slit and slides his tongue in your entrance for a moment, then pulls it back out and licks back up your slit. You moan as he starts licking and biting your clit, each flick of his tongue and each nibble sending waves of pleasure through you. He sucks your clit, then he starts stimulating your whole vulva with his mouth. He sucks on your pussy lip, and then gives wet kisses to your slit, causing you to cry out in pleasure. He then encloses his whole mouth over your vulva and starts motor-boating it in a sensual way. You arch your back, pushing yourself firmer against his mouth, and he lets out a little moan and a chuckle. He now licks up and down your clit and all around your vulva, his pressure is perfect, not too hard, not too soft. You could feel a knot growing within you, and your moans became louder. He flattens out his tongue against your clit and starts flicking it from left to right, and you were now getting close. “You like that baby girl?” He asks in his usual chirpy voice.

You nod, “mhm.. i’m so close Mikey.” You moan, and your body starts to twitch against him as you grip his hair harder. He moans at your words, then he hardens his tongue and flicks it more frantically, “that’s it baby, feel good for me.”

Your body shoots up and your back arch’s as you climax, your lower body twitching against him. He holds his mouth in place over your vulva, not moving, just letting you cum against his mouth. He lets out deep muffled whimpers against your pussy as you cum, and his length throbs in his pants.

He moves his mouth down a little to your entrance, where he slurps up your juices. “Fuck yeah baby, you’re so tasty.” He says as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

Mikey gives you a quick kiss on the lips before he gets off the bed and stands up. He unbuttons his jacket and begins to undress, and you can't help but watch in awe. He lets his gang jacket fall to the floor, and he smiles at you as he takes off his shirt and reveals his muscular upper body. You feel your heart skip a beat as he then unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants, letting them fall off and kicking them to the side. You can't help but feel a rush of desire as you gaze at him, the moonlight shining in through the window casts a soft glow on his muscular upper body and legs, making him look even more striking and handsome. His blond hair is slightly messy, adding to his rugged and masculine charm.

He looks at you with a playful grin, the familiar grin he’d always give you, and you know your Mikey is really back. “You’re looking at me like a lovesick puppy. You sure you can handle all of this?” He says, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, I can handle you just fine.. but you know that already.” You grin.

Mikey lets out a chuckle, “I sure do.” He says as he steps closer to you, and you can see his hardness through his boxers. You sit up and raise a hand to start stroking him through the fabric, and he lets out a low moan. You slip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pull them off of him. He lets them drop and kicks them to the side, his muscular legs and abs flexing with the movement. You wrap your small and soft hand around his length, and he moans at the touch.

You slowly begin stroking him, and he moans again softly. You bring your thumb to his tip, and rub it in gentle circles, causing him to hiss in pleasure, the sensitivity driving him wild with desire. “Oh god baby.” He moans.

You take a hold of Mikey's shaft and lean in closer. You lick up his length, causing him to shudder and let out a deep breathy moan. You soften your tongue against his tip and draw circles over it, causing his dick to twitch with how hard he was getting. “Oh fuck.” He says in a breathy voice. You take his tip in your mouth, and give it a gentle suck. Mikey’s eyebrows furrow in pleasure, “oh.. oh shit.”

His hand grips the back of your head, and his dick continues to pulse. You take his full length in your mouth, creating suction with your lips. His tip grazes the back of your throat, and he lets out a breathy whimper. His whimpers are high pitched, matching his usual chirpy voice.

You begin sucking him, moving your head in a cork-screw motion. “Hnnh! oh god baby..” He says and bites his lip. You take him as deep as possible with every suck, letting his tip continuously hit against the back of your throat. His eyebrows tilt up, and he lets out a “hah” sounding whimper.

“Want me to suck harder?” You say.

Mikey’s dick twitches at your words, “yeah, holy shit, yeah, you know I do baby.” He says, his breath hitched.

You speed up and create as much suction as you can, Mikey’s whimpers become more frantic, and his moans more desperate. He lets out continuous high-pitched and needy sounding moans, “nnnh, hnnh,” he moans with every suck, and the sounds he makes causes your pussy to throb. He lets out a breathy and whimpery “fuck” then another “nnh fuck” in his chirpy voice.

As you continue to suck, you begin grazing your tongue over his tip with each motion, and he lets out even higher pitched whimpers. He could feel himself getting close, “oh yeah.. nnh.. oh fuck.. oh.. fuck..” You take your hand and start gently caressing his balls, and his eyes widen, “oh shit.. baby.. oh shit..” You speed up your sucking, and he lets out frantic hiccupy moans as he releases inside of your mouth, he holds your head in place and his body twitches, “nnh! fuck.. fuck!”

You take in every last drop and swallow, feeling the warm liquid caressing your throat. You let out a muffled moan, your mouth full.

He releases his grip on your head, and you pull your mouth off of him. You look up at him and lick your lips with a grin, and he shakes his head at you with a smirk, “you’re naughty, so naughty.” He says as he pushes you on your back gently and gets on the bed to lean over you. He looked at you with pure love and lust in his eyes, he’s so in love with you, and he needs to express his love, so badly, he needs to take out these intense feelings on your body.

“I’m your man,” he breathed, “and you’re my girl. You’re mine, and only mine.”

“You’re my Mikey.” You say, returning his gaze.

“Always. I'll always be your Mikey.” He said as he kissed your neck. “I love you, I need you, just as much now as I did before.”

He grabs his length and positions his tip to your entrance, he couldn’t hold back his lust for you any longer. He slides himself in, and he lets out a prolonged moan as he takes in your walls. His mind was clouded. He could finally have you again. He could feel every part of you again. You were his, and you never stopped being his. He wasn’t gonna let you go ever again.

You moan softly, the feeling of being filled by him made your body hot with desire. “I love you Mikey.” You say, your breath hitched.

“I love you too.” He said in a gentle voice, before trailing kisses down your neck. His hand gripped your hips, and he started thrusting in and out of you. He licks and nibbles the skin on your neck as his thrusts speed up, his tip grazing your sweet spot with each one. “I need you,” his words were breathy and desperate, “I want you.”

“Then have your way with me.”

“Oh, I will.” He whispered, his breath shaky with excitement. His mind was filled with so many emotions, from love to lust. He couldn't contain himself anymore, as he then started pounding into you fast and hard.

You moan and bite your lip, and Mikey lets out a whimpery grunt with each thrust. His lips meet yours, his tongue plunging into your lips. Words can’t describe the passion you two share, and how much your bodies crave each other, it’s always been this way.

You moan and then speak in a quiet and breathy voice, “I knew my Mikey wasn’t gone.”

His mind cleared when he heard that, your voice sending a jolt of electricity through him. “I'm not gone, baby.” He said between moans as he moved faster and deeper. “I’ll never be gone anymore. Not as long as you're with me..”

Tears form in your eyes from the pleasure and his words. He gazes at you and brings his thumb up to catch your tear from falling. He loved you, he loved you so damn much.

He smacks his body into you even harder and deeper, and you moan louder. Mikey’s grunts turn to full on whimpers as his thrusts become sloppy. His body trembled from the pleasure, and he could feel himself getting close. He moans desperately, and his facial expression sends a jolt of heat directly to your groin. His eyebrows are tilted up, his blond hair is sticking to his face slightly from sweat, his mouth is parted and he has a needy look on his face. Your eyes glimmer at the sight, god this man is beautiful.

His whimpers become more loud and high pitched as he chases down his orgasm, and your walls pulsate around him as you chase down yours as well. The frequent squeezes of his length make him cry out in pleasure, and he lets out a whiny “fuck” as you both cum.

He spills every last drop inside of you, and then hisses as he gently pulls out. He gazes down at you, panting, and rests his forehead against yours. “God I missed you baby..” He says in a gentle voice.

“I missed you too.” You say softly. “Don’t leave me ever again.. don’t push me away ever again.”

“I won’t, I promise.” He collapsed beside you and pulled you close, wrapping you in his arms.

“You won’t throw Mikey away again?” You say.

“Never.” He said, he could never lie to you. “I’ll always be your Mikey. I loved you then, I love you now, and I’ll always love you. You were always my girl. You never stopped being my girl. Not for a moment.”

Tears form in your eyes and stream down your cheeks. You look up at him as you lay your head on his chest. He wipes your tears and kisses you on the forehead. “My baby.” He said as he looked down at you. You were finally his again. The only love he could ever want in his life, the only girl he could ever love. His mind couldn't help but remember all the nights he had spent alone, cold and empty. He had been empty for so long, forcing himself to stay away from you. You look up at him with pure love in your eyes, and he grabs a handful of your hair, smelling it. You smile up at him, and he returns the smile.

Mikey’s eyes catch the moonlight shining in through the window, and an idea comes to his mind. “How about a late night motorcycle ride?” he says in his usual chirpy voice, smirking.

You feel a thrill of excitement at the thought, and you nod your head eagerly. You both get up and get dressed, then you both head outside to the motorcycle.

You feel the cool breeze on your skin. It's a mild night, and the stars twinkle in the sky above you.

As Mikey sits on the bike and starts it up, you feel a sense of nostalgia wash over you. You climb on the back, the sound of the engine filling your ears, and you can't help but smile at the memory of all the times you've ridden together. You really missed the sound of Mikey's CB250T, it's like music to your ears. The bike rumbles to life, and you wrap your arms around him. You feel his muscles tense under your touch, and you hold on tight as he takes off. The wind whips through your hair, and you feel alive and free.

Mikey looks at you in the rearview mirror, taking in how beautiful you looked right now. The moonlight shines down on you, highlighting your features and making you glow. Your hair whips around your face, and your smile lights up the night. His eyes glimmer at the sight of you, and he can’t help but smile.

Mikey focuses his eyes back on the road, and after a long ride, he pulls over at a secluded spot and turns off the engine. He looks at you with a smile, “wanna watch the stars? like old times?” he asks. You feel your heart swell with happiness and nostalgia, “i’d love to.” you say.

You both sit on the seat of his bike, staring up at the night sky. He wraps his arms around you tightly, and you both feel at peace, grateful to have each other again.

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