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airbendertendou · 1 month

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bonten men seeing you with contacts for the first time.

[ glasses version ] no pronouns used / gender neutral. lowercase intended. cw : sanzu touches your throat non-sexually / non-threateningly , mentions of acne in kakuchos , reader wears a gloss / lipstain in kokos

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— MIKEY! ♥︎

it wasn't ideal, your current situation. putting on your most expensive jewelry ; practicing your laugh ; extending your vocabulary just in case — it wasn't something you did often.

however, your biggest investor was invited to a gala, therefore you were meant to join in aswell.

letting out a breath, you enter the ballroom turned meeting area. you blink, squinting lightly at the twinkling lights before relaxing your eyes. with a small nod to yourself, you put on your prettiest smile before turning left and beginning your evening of socialization.

your feet feel numb ; your voice is aching with use ; your eyes have long since dried out — and you hadn't even seen mikey yet. he was the entire reason you were pushed to this gathering. settling your back against a wall, you let out another breath, convincing yourself to stay for just a little longer.

"you look nice."

the voice gets your attention immediately as you straighten up. mikey stands alone, just a little ways in front of you. he tilts his head and you swear his lips tilt up the slightest bit. you smooth sweaty, trembling hands over your outfit before speaking. "i've been looking for you, mister sano."

mikey's eyes call to yours — you really can't look away. he lets out a huff — you'd never say he laughed. "we're past the mister sano bit, aren't we, [name]?"

"i guess." your eyes drop to the floor briefly, just to get away from his heated gaze. a small tsk is heard before your chin is held in a gentle grasp, pulling your eyes to his once more. "mikey?"

"better." his hand drops but your face is still warm from his touch. "let's talk somewhere privately, yeah?"

— SANZU! ♥︎

a movie you don't even know the name of plays in the background as you eat your chosen snack. all day you've tried to ignore him and his pearl-blue eyes that wouldn't look away from you.

you click your tongue, turning to send a glare his way. "you are staring, sanzu haruchi—"

with a squeal, you find yourself on your back. you let out an astonished laugh as sanzu's knees go to either side of you, caging you beneath him. you gape up at him in shock, "haru!"

"let me look at you." his voice is gentle ; tender in a way you hadn't heard before. sure, it'd been years since you spoke, but he wasn't known for being soft. your eyes widen at the thought — sanzu lets out a sigh, his body slightly sagging into yours. "there we go..."

you blink a few times, begging for your contacts to stay in place as they begin to feel dry at the edges — crisp the longer you keep your eyes open. you can't help but induldge him, though, let him look at you for however long he wants.

“how dare you hide this from me,” haru caresses your cheek softly. “can't believe you’re so pretty.”

"i've always been pretty," you reply with a small frown.

sanzu grins wickedly, his hand trailing down to your throat before laying it there. "yeah... always pretty."

— KAKUCHO! ♥︎

you're avoiding him. really, you're avoiding everyone in the office at this point. with a frown, kakucho gathers a handful of blank or useless sheets of paper, slipping them into an empty folder before heading over to your office.

"just leave it in the bin!" your hand stretches out, pointing to the blue, overflowing tray. your back is turned to him, hunched over as the sound of keys clicking meets his ears. his frown deepens before the back of your chair is grabbed and spun so you now face him. you gasp, "kaku—!"

he's kneeling in front of you before you can blink. a long, relieved breath escapes his chest as he settles his forhead on your knee. "god, i—[name], i thought something was wrong with you. thought i did something to upset you."

your bottom lip is chewed through, but you continue to nibble on it anyways. "...sorry."

kakucho raises his head so that his chin sets on your knee now. gone is his work exterior and in its place is the softened, lovesick daze he shows only to you. "they look nice on you — can see you better this way."

you let out a groan, throwing your head back before looking down at him once more. "i'm breaking out so bad right now! only thing people can see is that!"

he wants to reassure you — really, acne is normal and you're still beautiful with it — but he's so enamoured by you. the way your eyes are a little glassy because of your contacts ; the frown on your lips ; the way you've been stroking his hair mindlessly just because you could—

kakucho sweeps in and steals a quick kiss. you gasp again — kissing during work hours?! he was a horrid man. kakucho grins before patting your thighs and standing.

— KOKONOI! ♥︎

the feeling of guilt creeps up as koko's doorbell rings. his hair is tossed into a bun, white strands falling into his eyes as he opens the door. you stumble in, halfway through a sentence as he offers you a pair of house slippers.

"—and, really, you're doing me such a favor!" you plop down onto his couch unceremoniously, letting out a huff as you do. "this was the worst night for me. your call was a blessing."

kokonoi blinks as he stands frozen in front of you. with a frown, he bends at the waist and simply waits until you're looking up at him. you tilt your head, phone open on your notes app as you stop mid-way through your sentence.

sharpened eyes drift down the rest of your attire. wrinkle-free clothes ; your nicest shirt ; your lucky socks? all combined with the contacts you're wearing and the gloss staining your lips— kokonoi stands straight and crosses his arms. "where have you been, exactly?"

"a date." you let out another sigh, rolling your eyes at his rigid posture. "not a good one, i assure you! had the audacity, asking to see me again — after chewing with his mouth open and spitting his food all over mine! i can never look at tortellini noodles the same."

kokonoi taks a seat beside of you, the work he called you for out of his mind as he gestures for you to keep talking. "you called just when he was going to put his number in my phone." a sneaky, proud grin grows on your lips. "i have your bonten tattoo as the picture, so that really scared him off."

while you talk, you scroll on your phone until his contact photo is shown. it's true — his side profile is fully in view. what catches his eye, however, is his name. a simple haji with a spinning heart emoji sends his own heart into a frenzy.

at kokonoi's grin, you sense trouble. you clear your throat, taking your phone from his view before scrolling on it again. "what was it you needed from me, exactly?"

an arm is thrown over your hips as kokonoi pulls himself close. his nose bumps against yours before he slides just slightly away. "for you to not go on anymore dates. unless they're with me, of course."

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haihaihaitani · 5 months

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The Bucket List ~ *Manjiro Sano*

Summary: It's another late night without Mikey. It seems this keeps happening. After spending so many nights worrying, you finally decide to take action. All it takes is a notebook and a pen to try and fix your relationship.

Pairing: Manjiro Sano X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 2063

Warning: Mentions death, hurt to comfort

Masterlist

Taglist: @soulangel

It was another late night and you were sick with worry. Mikey said he would be home at a decent time, but just like the last couple times he made that promise, he lied. So here you are, sitting at the kitchen table, wondering where he was.

While you were panicking on the inside, you knew you needed to do something to take your mind off of things. That’s why you had a notebook and a pen before you. With a sigh, you picked up the pen and began to write. At first, your words were slow and unsure, but eventually you became more confident and sure with what you were writing. It was like the words were flowing out of you and you were determined to capture them all as quickly as they came into your head.

You were so absorbed in your little project that you didn’t hear the front door to your apartment open. You jumped when you felt Mikey gently put his hand on your shoulder. He gave you a small, yet sad smile. You returned the look before returning to your work.

He took the chair in front of you before softly saying, “I’m sorry.” When you didn’t answer, he spoke again. “How long have you been up?”

“I never went to sleep.”

“Oh, I see.” He mumbled, and you could sense him shifting in front of you as you worked. “What are you writing?”

With a sigh, you finally set the pen down, leaned back, and started to massage your hand that was beginning to ache. “I’m making a list, a bucket list to be exact.”

He looked at you suspiciously. “Can I ask why?”

“Well, I started thinking about the fact that you come home later and later each night.” You caught his wince at your words. “And as much as that bothers me, I know it’s who you are and I can’t ask you to give up your gang. So instead, I’m giving you an incentive to be careful and to always come home to me.”

Mikey’s eyebrows furrowed some more. “An incentive? What do you mean?”

You turned the list you were working on towards him. “These are all things I want to do with you before either of us die. I’ve already got a good start on the list, but I would love to hear your input as well.”

He took his time reading each item on the list. Occasionally he would ask clarifying questions, which you would answer, and he would return to reading. When he was done, he set the list down and stared at you for a long time. You weren’t uncomfortable under his gave. Instead of regarding you with contempt or sadness, he merely looked curious, almost as if he was thinking of what he would put on such a list. You gave him all the time he needed to make sure he had all of his thoughts in order.

“May I have the pen, please?” He asked quietly, holding out his hand to you.

You nodded and gave him the writing utensil. He stared at you again for a moment more before he began writing. You watched him write, unable to discern any of the words as he was hunched over the paper and it was upside down. Instead, you let out a slow, long breath from your nose and stood up.

This caught his attention and he gave an adorable, little pout. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to make us some coffee. Is that alright?”

“Oh.” He gave a sheepish nod before returning to his writing.

A small smile escaped you. Quietly, you slipped into the kitchen and started the coffee pot. As you reached for two mismatched mugs, you sighed. This isn't how you expected this night to go at all. You thought you would be curled up against Mikey as the two of you dreamed the night away in your warm and comfy bed. It made your heart hurt. You thought that you would be able to find a guy who would do normal, domestic things, like sleeping in the same bed or drinking coffee in the morning together. Normal things that normal couples do when they’ve been together for almost three years.

But nothing was ever normal when it came to Mikey. You would never get to do normal, domestic things with him. You would never get to fall asleep together in the same bed. You would never get to enjoy a warm cup of coffee in the morning as you both sat in comfortable silence. He would always be away from home late, and come back with more wounds than you could count. You would always be terrified of whether or not he’d come back home alive, or if the police would finally arrest him.

As much as those thoughts scared you, you weren’t too upset with how tonight was going. Sure you didn’t think you’d be making a bucket list with your lover at the crack of dawn, but you were glad you were. With each item you put on the list, it was another reason for Mikey to come back to you, safe and sound. It was another day the two of you could be together, away from danger. And that made you feel a little better. At least you could try to work through this list together. Perhaps the more you completed, the more he’d want to spend time with you, away from his gang. Perhaps the two of you could be closer to what normal couples did.

Mikey tapped your shoulder again, causing you to jump. “The coffee’s done.”

“Oh, okay.” Carefully, you poured two cups and fixed your coffee to how you liked it, while Mikey drank his black.

“Are you done writing your list?” You asked as you sipped your coffee.

He nodded. “I have one more thing to write and then I’m done.”

“Alright.”

You followed him back into the dining area where you saw a long list of words. You weren’t ready to read what he wrote yet. You watched him write the last thing he wanted on the list before sliding it slowly over to you.

“There.” He mumbled. “It’s up to you what you want to keep or what you want to get rid of. I don’t care. I just kind of let it all out. None of anything I’ve written needs to be set in stone. I don’t mind.”

You nodded and gently picked up the notebook to read what was written. Nothing he asked for was super big and extravagant. If anything, it made you smile. He had simple wishes. Easy requests that you’d be more than happy to grant. It was a shame it took this long to figure that out. If you had known, then maybe you could have gotten to work on this list a lot sooner. Still, you were glad you were learning all of this now.

At the very bottom of the list, the smile you held inside broke to the surface. He had asked for more mornings enjoying coffee together. A normal, domestic couple moment. A moment that you wanted more than anything else in the world. He wanted it too. It made you so happy.

“Is it good?” Though Mikey’s voice was quiet, you could hear the eagerness of a child in it. “Do you like what I wrote?”

Looking up at him, you smiled and nodded. “Yes. I like what you wrote. All of this, we can do. We can work through this list with ease. I’m not worried about missing a single thing.”

“Yeah? That’s good.” He smiled a little and sat back in his seat. He finished his coffee before frowning at you. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t…”

“No, I need to say this.” He sat up again and took one of your hands in his. “I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through. You don’t deserve any of it. You have always been there for me when I needed you most. But when you needed me, I was nowhere to be found. You didn’t ask for this life. You wanted me to be the perfect boyfriend and I’ve tried. But along the way, I stopped trying because things got too hard. You are worth trying for and I want to try again. That’s why I want to work on this bucket list with you. I want to do everything written here before we die with you. I want to try and be that perfect boyfriend again for you.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “Mikey, don’t. I knew exactly what I was getting into when I first started dating you, so don’t act like I didn’t know. I knew how much the gang and the boys mean to you. I wasn’t going to get in the way of that. But you are right. One day, I don’t know when, it felt like you didn’t care anymore. But I still cared, I still love you. That’s why I put up with it all this time. I won’t lie and say what you did didn’t hurt. It’s going to take some time to rebuild that trust and get back to where we once were. But if you want to stay and you want to try again, I will be right beside you as we work through this, okay?”

He nodded, eagerness in his actions as he squeezed your hand tightly. “Yes, I want to try! I want to be with you forever. I promise I’ll do everything in my power to be the man you need, no matter what I have to do to achieve it.”

You smiled and rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. “Thank you for the apology, Mikey. I really appreciate it.”

“Are you sure it was enough? I don’t think-”

“It was enough.” You assure him. “It was enough for now. As we progress, your apology can be in the form of you trying, proving that you want to be with me. Then it will all be enough.”

He pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “Thank you. I can’t thank you enough. You’re too good for me. Sometimes I wonder if I’m even worth everything you’ve done for me.”

“Hey…” You whisper, taking his face in your unoccupied hand. “Hey don’t say that! Don’t even think that! You’re more than enough, my love. Yes, you’ve dropped the ball on numerous occasions, but that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped loving you. I will always love you, no matter what you put us through.”

He gave a small chuckle. “You make it sound like I’m a bad boyfriend.”

You smile. “You have your moments. But you’re not the worst boyfriend in the history of boyfriends. You just need a little help from time to time. And I’m more than happy to be of assistance. I do it because I love you.”

“And I love you too.” He kissed the palm of the hand on his cheek.

You sighed before standing up and withdrawing your hands. “It’s late. We should go to bed. I’ll clean the mugs.”

“Just leave them in the sink, I’ll clean them in the morning.” Mikey took your hand gently. “Come to bed with me.”

You nodded and followed him into the bedroom. He changed into comfy clothes and you pulled back the covers for him to slide into bed. As soon as he was in bed, he wrapped his arms around you and cuddled you close. It had been so long since the two of you cuddled like this. Tears again appeared in your eyes and you blinked them away. You wouldn’t cry about how much you missed this. If you did, you would break his heart. Instead, you smiled and melted into his embrace. You wished that you could have more soft nights like this.

“What should we work on tomorrow?” Mikey mumbled, his voice thick with sleepiness.

“What?”

“On the list. What should be the first thing we do tomorrow?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle before shifting so you could kiss his nose. “How about I make coffee in the morning?”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

“Don’t worry, we have the rest of our lives to finish this list together.”

He sighed and pulled you even closer. “That sounds absolutely wonderful.”

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softxsuki · 6 months

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Hi!! Congrats on 1.5k! May I please request 10 troupe with Shinichiro from Tokyo Revengers x fem!reader? Thanks in advance and I hope you have a good day! 💜

1.5k Follower Event Trope 10: Tokyo Revengers

Trope 10: Marriage of Convenience

This event is CLOSED. You can check out the masterlist here.

Pairing: Bonten!Mikey x Fem!Reader

Warning: mentions of killing, bad childhood, stalking, injury, blah

Genre: idek, kinda fluff?

Post-Type: Oneshot (so much for drabbles smh)

Word Count: ...1.1k (oops)

Note: Hey! Thank you so much. So for my tropes, you're only supposed to send in a trope number and fandom name, then I pick which character from that fandom I think it matches with the most! I've also already written one of these for Shinichiro hence why I've written this for Mikey. I hope you still enjoy it though, I love this trope! Also side note: I’ve read like 2 seconds of Bonten Mikey but I felt it fit this trope more SO if this makes no sense, you know why :)

Marriage was the last thing on Mikey’s mind, until your father approached him with a contract that included you and part of the city he owned, in return for protection from Bonten and the chance to make Bonten grow even more powerful. Naturally Mikey agreed, taking little interest in you as a factor, but desiring to see his gang flourish even farther.

As the daughter of a gang leader, your role since birth had been to be used as a means to help your father, ensuring he was always well off. There was not a day when your father thought about you or your own feelings.

You were handed over to Mikey straight away, allowed to pack up the few clothes that you had, along with any other personal items. Meeting with him briefly to sign a few marriage documents, signing away your life, and ultimately leaving one prison and entering a new one–or so you thought.

For the most part Mikey left you alone to do as you please, only giving you a few rules to keep you safe and away from the darker areas of their base where you were staying. But you were given your own room that was nicely decorated, new clothes that fit you perfectly, and the freedom to do as you please within their building. It was more freedom than you’d ever had in your life.

Even though you were trapped in what you thought was a loveless marriage, at least everyone treated you respectfully. Though, Mikey found himself opening up to you in ways he’d never opened up before after all the trauma that he befell in the past. He admired how you carried yourself, standing tall and proud despite being thrown in an unfamiliar place by force, the least he wanted to do was make you comfortable…but why?

He found himself inviting you to the dining room for meals with him, quite enjoying your company even if you ate in silence. Flowers and other gifts were left by your bedroom door, shocking you. Why was he doing this for you, wasn’t this just a marriage of convenience? There was no need for heartfelt gifts and attention like he was giving you.

But Mikey couldn’t help himself, he felt lighter around you as if he could finally breathe again and it was such a relief–a good change from the usual heaviness that clouded over him. He realized you were slowly becoming someone he wanted to keep happy and safe; he wanted to protect you from the cruel world that existed outside those walls, the cruel world he was also a part of.

Mikey kept his feelings to himself, aside from the random gifts he’d leave you and quality time he’d spend with you every now and then. That was until one day you were granted access to wander outside in the city, saying you needed fresh air. Enemy gangs were always keeping a close watch on Bonten headquarters, just looking for any weakness that could cause the huge corporation to plunder, and finally they had one–you.

Word that Mikey had taken a wife spread quickly in the underground world, a potential weakness of the big boss man behind Bonten, everyone was waiting to get their hands on you to bring Mikey crashing down–and that’s exactly what happened.

A few blocks later as you walked peacefully through the cool streets, loving how calming the area was at night and enjoying your new found freedom, that all came crashing down as you felt the presence of someone following you.

At first you thought nothing of it, but every turn you made, they made and when you turned around to glance behind you, they’d stop walking and pretend to be busy with something. You quickened your pace, your heart beating out of your chest at the prospect that you were in danger and needed to get back home quickly. The man noticed this and also fastened his pace, getting closer and closer to you.

You begin running, but you’re not fast enough as a hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you down to the floor.

“Gotcha,” the man grins. “Let’s see how riled up your husband gets when we send your head back to him.”

Fear fully floods you as the man takes out a knife and approaches you with it. He only manages to scrape your cheek though before adrenaline kicks in and you push him back with the strength you didn’t know you had, jumping back to your feet and running full speed back to your home–back to Mikey.

Upon returning back to your home and bursting through the door with blood running down your face, mixed with tears, you ignore the questions of Mikey’s men who were keeping watch by the front door and run to your room.

Urgently, the men report to Mikey who jumps up from his seat and runs to your room, bursting your door open, not caring if you were decent or not.

“What happened?” He demands, closing the distance between you as he approaches your bed where you’re sobbing into your pillow.

When you don’t speak, he sighs and gently takes your hand, pulling you into him. “Let me see,” he softly says, guiding your chin up so he can get a better look at your face, gritting at the cut that had been so close to hitting your eye.

His fingers wipe your tears away and slowly graze over the cut–he was upset. “Who did this?” He hisses. Who would dare place their hands on his wife?

You felt surprisingly relaxed and safe in his arms as he held you close, never once breaking eye contact with him, you had no choice but to fill him in on what happened during your walk.

“I just went out to get some fresh air and take a quick walk, but I noticed someone following me. I tried getting back here before he could catch up to me, but he was too fast. He said,” you gulp, fear once again filling your body as you remember the man's words. “He said he was going to send you my head back.”

Mikey was seething now. Not only had someone harmed you, but they’d also threatened to kill you?

“Sanzu!” He screams, calling his most trustworthy man to enter your room, to which the pink-haired man appears immediately. “Have a few men patrol the area, I want any suspicious men taken in, I don’t care if you bring in everyone, I want him found, whoever it was that did this to my wife,” he grits, holding you tightly to him.

Though anger was bubbling up inside him, he couldn’t help but feel slight relief that you were still alive and safe in his arms. He couldn’t lose you too…

That man would be tracked down and made an example out of. No one would dare try to harm his wife again. This marriage was now real to him and Mikey would do anything to protect it–to protect you.

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

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Posted: 10/23/2023

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ft manjiro mikey sano

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: It was your daughter's sports day at her kindergarten, and your husband participated.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff / ✮

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠:none

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I miss writing for him! It's been a while I don't know if it's good but I hope it is. It consists fluff, fluff and fluff!!

(( my navigations ))

This Saturday morning was not as peaceful as the others. You had to wake up and six sharp to prepare a box of sandwiches for your daughter to bring to her school. You got to readies her uniform and her father's. Today was your daughter, Megami's first sports day. It was chaotic the night before because the reckless poor girl dared to forget her big day, as she said, and forgot to tell you that it's a must for the pupil's parents to bring food or snacks along.

It was past seven-ten when you woke up both of your beloved ones, Megami was a light sleeper so it was not hard to wake her up but it was the opposite for her father.

You wake him up multiple times for him to snooze back halfway.

'Manjiro, hurry up your daughter will be late for her school!' He rubs his eyes and got out, legs groggy and buckled. You give him a towel along with a toothbrush, readied with its paste 'Go! I give you ten minutes!' Then, you went back to your daughter's room to see she had just got out of the bathroom 'Where're my clothes, mama?' You get her uniform from her walk-in closet and handed it to her 'You want me to blow your hair for you?' She smiles, eyes twinkling with luminaries.

You put on her p.e uniform tucking the shirt under her tracks, and then you make her sit on her bed whilst you dry her air and comb it using her 'magic' brush.

'How do you want to style your hair today, princess?' She turns her head at you 'I want a tight one, the one that is high like a unicorn's ponytail!' You smile, feather-light kiss her temple, and did as she instructed.

You notice from the corner of your eyes, your husband leaning against the doorframe with his hand crisscrossed 'Are you ready for the big day?!' He said lifting Megami and twirling her around, she happily giggle and nods her head at her dad's question.

Manjiro was wearing a slack with a white button-up polo 'Let's go, you should hurry up too, babe.' He kisses your cheek and left downstairs with Megami still in his arm.

You went to your room and did a short half bath before you change into a pair of shorts and a short sleeve crop top printed 'rays of sunshine'.

'Mama, hurry up!' You went downstairs and straight to the kitchen to grab a large-size tumbler and stuff it inside your bag.

'Come on, let's go!' The maids had just finished wrapping up the box of sandwiches inside the car before bowing down, you thanked her and get inside to see Megami already in her seat with her backpack in her arms.

'You comfortable?' She nods, and you buckle the belt after Manjiro did the same.

The ride to her school was peaceful, Megami sit at the back with her legs bouncing as she looks outside the mirror, humming Spongebob's opening tune.

'We're here!' She cheers feeling excited 'Easy there, honey.' Manjiro assured her and went to buckle her belt for her. You three got out, Manjiro with Megami holding his hand and the other one holding her bag whilst you had both hands holding onto the sandwich container.

The school was lively, with pupils running around the front garden 'Hello Megami!' A sweet voice called out, and it was a woman in her mid-30s, with dirty brown hair and a similar uniform as Megami's 'Hello teacher!' Both you and your husband bow your head in gratitude as she did the same 'Hello Mr. and Mrs. Sano, From here on, I'll take care of Megami to get her ready for her sports application, you two can head to the counter over there and wrote your name for attendance's purpose, and please let me get the box for you. I'll sort it out at the food section.' You thanked her. Megami wave over at you and Manjiro as she skips away with her teacher.

'Hello! Can you please sign here, and here... I assume you know about the parent's sport application as well?' You and your husband shared a look. Your mind has already imagine a scenario of Megami and her mocking smile.

'Yes.' You heard your husband confess, 'I know about it. Which is why I wore the perfect outfit for it.' The receptionist looks at him up and down with a nervous laugh 'You will run track in that...Sir...?' He looks confident as ever, nodding his head.

The receptionist nods once more before you two leave for the school's backfield. The arena was full of students warming up, and parents recording them. You look around for Megami seeing her at the front row stretching with her teacher and her friends.

The girl was not doing it suitably, she was laughing with her friends. You smile at the sight 'Megami!' She turns to you, expressions brightening 'Mama! Dad!' Manjiro and you smile back at her before moving to the benchers as the emcee announced the first activities.

It was halfway through, you and your husband had been cheering nonstop for your daughter. She was running past everyone with a bright smile on her face, her eyes barely open as she giggle and past the winning's line.

You yell and clap your hand so hard it's becoming red.

'Next activity, we'll bring along the fathers for the three-legged race!' You started cheering again eyes following your husband as she was near your daughter and get the robe. Manjiro's hand was all over her head attaching it to his midriff, and her arms clutched onto his shirt.

'Ready? Get set. Go!' They began running as they murmured 'one, two' to keep balancing 'You can do it!' You clap your hand and watch them with pure adoration. His scrunching competitive face, his desire to win for his daughter, and the similar bright eye smile once they made it to the finishing line.

Although they didn't end up winning first place, you are still happy that they're happy with their hard achievements 'You did wonderful, pretty girl!' You went to high-five her and offered your husband one reassuring hug 'Let's go get the medal!' She jumps up and down running back to her teacher to get her class the medal they've earned.

You silently cheer when she lifted the medal at you and clap once more.

'You are sweating a lot.' You said bringing out a handkerchief and wiping the sweat off your husband's forehead for him, he held your hand to stop you 'It's fine, I can do it.' He lifts your chin to kiss the corner of your mouth and wipes off the sweat all over his face 'Mama! Dad!' You two crouch down on the ground to give Megami one long and warm hug 'Another medal to hang on your room, yeah?' She giddily agreed and skip away with both of her hands holding yours and Manjiro's hands.

'I want an ice cream!' She ushered you 'I don't think they've got an ice cream here, right now.' She pouts, bottom lip jutting out 'Then can we get an ice cream later?' She asks for a confirmation. Manjiro pets her head 'Yes but for now, you're going to spend some time with your buddies alright?' She hums and jog to where her friends is. You smile watching her play along with her friends.

'Our beautiful baby girl is all grown up.' You muttered, eyes never leaving hers. Manjiro wraps an arm around you giving you a soothing squeeze on your core 'Yes, all grown up but still our same sweet little girl.' You turn to him and smile.

'Mama! Dad! Come!' She takes you both to the food section and handed you plates 'Let's eat! I'm hungry!'

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navithescribe · 7 months

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So, @tmntxthings wrote me this because I have been having a tough time lately, and I was in need of some turtle-comfort, and I love it. 💕

Thank you again, sweet Grace, I really appreciate it. 🫶

#love you grace #you were my Dr Feelings today <3 #little comfort story #navi talks #rottmnt oneshot #mikey oneshot #mikey x reader #rottmnt #tmnt fandom #oneshot #rise michelangelo #rise mikey #rise of the tmnt

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unfinshedsentec · 2 years

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Wanna request toman member reader and tsundere mikey who got rly jealous after seeing reader is out on a cafe going lovey dovey with haitanis. Mikey sulked after saying she’s a traitor going out w tenjiku n shit & reader wondered wtf is wrong with him, then he accidentally confessed his feelings and jealousy and reader is like… oh mikey they’re my half brothers yk

hey love! Thank you so much for requesting! I really hope you like this! (And I’m sorry this is rushed I’ve been super busy)

In any case here’s Mikey and lord knows we need Toman Mikey

IDIOT || MANJIRO SANO

reader is gender neutral!

pairing: manjiro (mikey) sano x reader

tw: cursing, and dumass-ness (it’s Mikey)

Manjiro Sano wasn’t exactly one to get incredibly jealous.

Sure, he may get pouty sometimes, but he rarely gets truly angry because of jealousy.

He just had no reason too. He was the leader of one of the best gangs in Tokyo, he had amazing friends, and he was interested in someone who clearly brought out the best him. If anything, his life was as could as it get right now.

The only way it could get better was to become official with the person he was interested in….you.

You had always been someone to stand by him. You always fought for or with him, and when he was down, you were always the one who picked him up. You were truly the best most beautiful person in Mikey’s life, and Mikey wanted nothing more than to stay with you forever.

That’s why he sort’ve why he let his feelings come to light.

He didn’t exactly say he loves you, but he made it as clear as could be. He stared at you constantly, he always kept an arm around you, he always talked about you in a more-than-friend way, hell, he’s gotten so close to kissing you that Draken started taking pictures.

Mikey thought he had made his feelings very clear. But somehow it wasn’t enough, because here you were, out with not one, but BOTH of the Haitani brothers, clearly flirting.

Of all the people in the world….why them? Mikey couldn’t help but ask himself this while he watched you laugh so hard you almost peed yourself. A bright blush was on your cheeks, as you hugged and kissed both their cheeks so many times he lost count.

The blonde couldn’t take his eyes off the sight. Not only had you just betrayed Toman, but you also managed to shatter Mikey’s heart into pieces in an instant.

Just how long had you been helping Tenjuku? How long had you been toying with Toman? How long had you been toying with Mikey? The thought of it all just hurt him so much that he thought he would truly vomit.

The longer he watched, the sicker he felt. Very quickly though, Mikey saw red.

He no longer moped in sadness, but in absolute anger. He was doing everything in his power to not just snap right there and then.

Unfortunately, when Mikey saw you get up and walk towards an ice cream truck, presumably for the three of you, he just couldn’t hold back. Mikey marched right up to you, grabbed your wrist and just went off.

“HOW COULD YOU, HUH?! YOU FUCKING TRAITOR!”

“…what?” you questioned, truly baffled by Mikey’s outburst.

“DON’T THINK I DIDN’T SEE YOU GOING OUT WITH THEM! YOU’RE REALLY FUCKING DOING THIS TO TOMAN?! I SHOULDV’E KNOWN….I SHOULD’VE KNOWN YOU DAMNED TENJUKU SPY” Mikey continued.

“Manjiro are you delusional?”

“WHA-YOU’RE THE ONE WHOSE FUCKING GOING OUT WITH THE HAITANI BROTHERS!”

“Bu-“ you tried saying, but you got cut off by Mikey, who was absolutely going bat-shit.

“I LOVE YOU Y’KNOW! I WANTED NOTHING MORE THAN TO BE WITH YOU! FUCK, I WANTED TO MARRY YOU….BUT NO! HERE YOU ARE BETRAYING EVERYONE! DAMMIT, HOW COULD I HAVE EVER LOVED A TRAITOR LIKE THAT……” Mikey trailed off. His eyes sort’ve went blank and he only stared at you, lost.

“…. you love me?”

“Shut the fuck up you Tenjuku scum” Mikey mumbled before turning away, only to be stopped by you.

“Mikey!” you yelled forcing him to face you.

“What-“

Mikey was cut off a soft, mesmerizing feeling touching his lips. He couldn’t help but melt into the feeling as he harshly kissed you back. His tongue slipped in between your lips as he fought for dominance.

Unfortunately, just as he won, you breathless pulled away, gasping.

“Mikey….” You whispered, deeply looking to Mikey’s glimmering, yet confused black eyes. Suddenly, he shook his head and angrily glared at you. “What the fuck was that?! You’re not supposed to do that you traitor!”

“But, Mikey-“

“No! Why would you do that?!” he fought back.

“MIKEY-“

“WHY?!” he began screaming.

“GOD DAMMIT MIKEY DO YOU NOT HAVE YOUR HEAD ON STARIGHT?! I DON’T LOVE THE HAITANI BROTHERS, I LOVE YOU! HOW COULD YOU NOT SEE THAT YOU DENSE ASS! AND HOW COULD BE SO STUPID TO THINK I WOULD EVER LIKE MY OWN BROTHERS! MY LAST NAME IS ‘HAITANI’ FOR FUCKS SAKE!”

For a second, everything went quiet. Everyone in the park nosily started at you and listened to your conversation, while Mikey just gave you a nervous, yet blank look. Clearly, Mikey remembered you talking about the Haitian’s being your half-brothers.

“….Oh. I forgot” Mikey blankly answered.

“You fucking Idiot”

“…I’m your idiot though” Mikey grinned, intertwining his hand with yours.

“You sure are”

From there, you stuck by your idiot boyfriend’s side, no matter what. No matter how hurt or angry he was, you always sat down and picked him up again. Even after the fight with Tenjuku…after you fought your brothers, you ran away and followed Mikey out of the battlefield.

You stuck by him through it all, and truly showed Mikey how to love. And for that, Mikey couldn’t be more grateful.

You really are the most important thing in Mikey’s life. And to think, he almost ruined everything by forgetting your last name!

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tokyo-revengers-writings · 1 year

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Support (Mikey x GN!Reader)

A/n: I'm in Spain without the "S"; ass thicc, mentally sicc (Please send help) Also, new writing style because I enjoy inconsistency!

Warnings: Sad shit, cursing, Michael

There are two words that just don't go together: "Manjiro" and "sad." It was strange, for as long as I had been with him, I had never seen him shed a single tear. It wasn't far off to just say that he was just closeted to showing his emotions, everyone was sometimes, and I wasn't upset with him for it. I figured that if he really needed help, he would go to me.

When I woke up that morning, I knew something was off. It was subtle, but when I shifted in the bed and I didn't feel the warmth of Manjiro beside me, I was forced to snap my eyes open and face the reality that he was nowhere to be seen.

"Maybe there was an early meeting..." I sighed, slipping my head back onto the pillow.

clank... click...

"What the fuck?" I muttered, sitting back up and listening intently to the sound that was seemingly coming from the bathroom.

click... click...

"Manjiro?" I knocked on the bathroom door, "Manjiro, are you okay?"

No response, but the clicking stopped.

"Manjiro, open the door, please."

Nothing.

Now I was getting worried, "Michael, open this door."

As expected, absolutely nothing.

"Don't make me break this door down, Manjiro. I'm not fucking around with you."

There was a soft click, then a murmur, "It's unlocked..."

I opened the door, bracing myself for whatever scene I was about to see. Manjiro was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, his hands in his lap as he fidgeted with his fingers. His white hair clung to his face as if sticking to something wet. That was when I noticed the salty liquid slipping from his eyes and dripping onto his hands.

"Sorry..." Manjiro's voice was weak, "I-I don't even know what's wrong... I just feel so bad..."

"Nothing's wrong with that, 'Jiro." I crouched in front of him, taking his damp hands in mine, "It's okay to not know why you feel a certain way; emotions are tricky."

"I hate it..." His voice wavered, "I want control..."

My heart ached for him.

"Want me to leave you alone for a bit?"

He paused for a moment in thought, "C-Can you stay for now...?"

"I can stay, 'Jiro. Wanna go back to the bedroom?"

He nodded softly and followed me on shaky legs back to the bedroom, holding onto me for support as his body trembled. He practically collapsed onto the bed, grabbing the nearby body pillow and hugging it close to him as he sobbed. All I could think to do was caress his back and hope that it gave him some sort of comfort.

"Listen, Manjiro. I don't know what you've been through, but I know that you harbor all your emotions inside."

He nodded.

"If it means anything, I'll be here. I know it's cliche, but it's a fact; I'll always be here if you need it."

"Crying makes me weak..." Manjiro's voice was muffled.

"It does the opposite, love."

Manjiro turned to look at me, his dark eyes bloodshot and his pale skin scarlet, "Liar..."

"Baby, crying in front of others is the strongest thing someone like you can do."

His face bore a puzzled look.

"'Jiro, if you have the strength to stop being strong and show your weaknesses to others, that shows how strong you are. You're strong enough to be weak."

His dark eyes brimmed with tears as he hugged me close, burying his face into my shoulder and letting everything that he had been holding on to go.

"There you go, baby. Just be weak for a bit, and I'll be here to support you."

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dark-mnjiro · 2 years

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unexpected gift . sano manjiro one-shot

Author’s Note: happy birthday to the infamous Sano Manjiro - my favorite tokyo revengers boy. this is literally just shameless smut for my fav and I accept no criticism for being self indulgent. this fic did take a weird turn and I don’t know how I got here. It’s short - only about 700-800 words. But, I hope you enjoy it - Happy Birthday Mikey 🥰

Warning: sano manjiro x afab!reader, dubcon, dash of noncon (if you squint), yandere!mikey, bonten!mikey, power dynamic, boss x assistant, choking, breeding, unprotected sex, shameless smut, office sex, just a drabble, oneshot, mikey gets his favorite birthday gift - you.

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A small whine moved past your lips as you felt his pace quicken and the lewd sound of wet skin echoing in the office. Your hands clumsily grasped the edge of the desk, trying to steady yourself. His slender fingers digging into the plush skin of your hips before grunting. Your head was reeling at this point, how long had this been going on?

His hand slipped down a leg before hoisting it up against the desk for a better angle as he pushed his length deeper into you. Another pathetic sound escaped your throat as you felt the tip of his cock now kissing your cervix. He could read your body based on how your slick hole would clench around his cock and would adjust his pace based on that. He enjoyed edging you, tormenting you… god, you loved every second.

Your boss was many things and in turn expected your role to also entail many different roles. And the overachiever that you are, jumped at every opportunity to impress your boss as his assistant. And with the amount of time and energy you put into different tasks your boss gave, you impressed him more and more. He would watch you in silence, but began showing you kindness that he didn’t even show his closest advisors, keeping you later and later, showering you with gifts…

The next thing you knew…

“Fuck, ‘jiro!” you cried out as you felt him push deeper into you.

His cold hand came to encircle around your throat, squeezing just enough to deprive you just enough oxygen. “Look what a dirty slut you are,” he whispered. “Taking me in so well…”

It was strange that despite his pace - how even and sinister his voice was. You couldn’t pinpoint why his condescending tone sent pleasurable tingles down your spine. His grip on your throat tightened as he bent you toward his body before leaning in and running his tongue along the shell of your ear.

“…Manjiro,” you whined as you felt your body edging closer to release.

He merely hummed in response before leaning down and sucking on your neck. Another whined escaped your throat as you felt his teeth sink into your skin. “Are you close?” he hissed into your ear. A smirk spread over his lips as he felt your body shudder against his own. “That’s it… cum for me, what a fucking slutty assistant I have… willing to do anything for me…”

Another pathetic whine moved past your lips as you felt the coil that was winding tighter and tighter in your gut finally snap. His grip on your throat merely tightened and you began to see small stars from the deprivation of oxygen. His hips stuttered once you reached your orgasm, tightening around his length. A small groan escaped his throat before letting go of your throat and throwing you down against his desk.

You braced yourself with your hands, taking a huge gulp of air now that he had let go of your throat as his thrusts grew uneven. You could sense he was close based on the breath groans he would make before peeking over your shoulder at the silver-haired man you’ve come to know as your boss.

His dark eyes immediately met yours as you pushed your body against his, wanting nothing more than to edge his own release faster. Like the perfect assistant you were, you would do anything to help him.

You felt his hips stutter again before he groaned as you whimpered his name. The tip of cock pressed against your cervix again as his cum spilled inside of you. He thrust a few more times, making sure not a single drop of his seed was wasted before pulling out. His hand came up and smacked against your bare ass, signaling that he was finished with you.

Shakily, you rose back up and pulled up your underwear and adjusted your skirt and top to be a bit more appropriate. You nervously glanced at Manjiro before gathering up the paperwork that you had originally brought in for him. “…I’ll be back later, sir.”

Manjiro nodded as you left his office. His steel eyes immediately fell to the curve of your ass as you walked away. His normally emotionless face slowly contorted into a dark smirk, knowing that you would have to spend the remainder of the work day with his cum stuffed deep inside of you. His pretty, little assistant was always so eager to please him especially on his special day… You now belonged to him in his eyes. He would convince you - one way or another.

But for now he would be content with the idea that he could convince you to bend over his desk any time he wished. Knowing each time he did it, he would slowly continue breaking down your defenses. And you would be his obedient, little angel.

Because he hadn’t hired you because of your skills…

“…happy birthday to me.”

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dr4kenlvr · 2 years

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"𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

mikey sano x fem!reader - angst/hurt/comfort (1.2k+)

request: hihi! I love your writing it's so nice I was wondering if you could do a drabble for bonten!mikey x fem reader where they're already together and the reader comforts her poor boyfriend because he's having a rough night because he's remembering all his friends and family he lost and is thinking how useless he is

a/n/cw: ok hear me out.. i made him your fiancé because IT JUST FITS RIGHT MIKEY DESERVES TO BE HAPPY !! i gotta say, this piece is quite angsty, but trust me when i say reader will always be there for mikey <3 cw: this post contains huge spoilers from the tokyo revengers manga: tenjiku arc and forward

red wine sloshes against itself in your glass, as you swivel your wrist only slightly. you watch the liquid ripple, before taking another sip with a glance at the clock.

12:18 AM, it read. with every passing minute, you waitied patiently for your fiancé to walk through the front foyer. mikey was a busy man; he worked long hours and ensured everything at work was in-order before leaving. vice versa, you made sure to keep things tidy and just-right at home; clean table tops, a warm dinner, and the scent of mikey's favourite candle wafting through the air.

with your own job taking up many hours of your day, it was sometimes tough to maintain the perfect home that mikey bought for the two of you. but as you glanced around the living room, with its pristine white chairs, lush houseplants, and welcoming fireplace—you settled with the fact that the two of you, were doing an amazing job together.

because that's how it's always been: you and mikey, together.

the shut of a door catches you from further thoughts, and the quiet steps of mikey's oxfords sound louder against the cool tile floor. you set your glass on the small table beside you with a relieved smile, before making your way to him while you adjust your silk robe.

he's in the middle of removing his jacket, then his shoes when he hears your sweet voice call for him from the kitchen just behind the wall he faces. "manjiro—welcome home, sweetie."

he rounds the corner, smiling gently with worn eyes when they land on you. he studies you; the way your robe drapes itself perfectly over the body he's grown to love so much. your hair isn't styled, instead left in its natural state. your eyes are excited to see him, but he knows you're sleepy. mikey can feel his façade halt upon seeing you.

"i'm home, darling. have you been up long?" he steps closer, indulging himself into your open arms. his body visibly crumples under your hold, and you hold back your next words. meticulously, you take notice of the way mikey clings onto you a little more tighter than usual, his fingers tense and unwilling to let go. his arms squeeze you closer into him, and he hides his face into the crook of your neck.

"manjiro? is everything okay, my love?" you mutter, craning your head to kiss the crown of his head on instinct. the silver hairs tickle your neck at the touch. he begins to rub your back in small motions, and you can hear a quiet sniffle in response. at that, you begin to worry, and gently coax mikey to face you. you knew something was wrong.

when he follows, mikey makes no attempt to loosen his grip on you. his hollowed eyes stare at you with something you don't often see in them: fear.

reading mikey like an open book was second nature to you, whether through his body language or the stories his eyes tell, you knew it all. and with the way his irises are blown with complete sadness and guilt, staring at you with so much emotion, you felt your heart crumple.

"oh manjiro," you caress his cheek, pulling him back into your body. "talk to me, please tell me what's on your mind." you prompt, always urging him to speak on his feelings. the mikey you knew had a habit of bottling it all inside. but never would you dream of letting mikey fight this battle on his own.

the comforting tone of your voice pulls at his heartstrings; your warmth spreading all over his body, your fingers treading lightly through his hair. another sniffle escapes his body, and it's then he realizes tears are dripping down onto your now-stained robe.

mikey rubs at his eyes, and a dense sigh claws its way out. "... i can't do anything right," he starts, eyes trained on your shoulder and voice barely above a whisper. if there were anyone else present, you might've not been able to hear him. "everyone i love—" he stops to focus on you, "—gets into danger, because of me." his throat clogs up as another tear runs its course down his pale skin. you wipe it away with your thumb, a gnawing feeling growing in the pit of your chest. nontheless, you nod and encourage him to continue.

"because of my life, and the things that i do, i-i put the ones i love the most in danger," mikey's tears continue to flow, his mouth creased in a sorrowful grimace as he remembers the people he's lost. and the people he might lose.

"baji," your lips tremble at the mention of his childhood friend, "my baby sister, emma. god, i'm so fucking useless! i'm never enough to protect everyone!" mikey cries, head dropping down onto your shoulder in defeat, allowing for the overwhelming emotions to rack over his body. his lungs tense and release with sorrowful sobs, making mikey feel like a little boy in your arms.

you hush him tenderly, rubbing his back in consoling circles, but you can't help the tremble of your hands. you fail to control the tears of your own that have surfaced and fallen, so you say what you truly mean from the bottom of your heart and soul: "manjiro, what you've gone through in your life is horrible, it is far too much hurt for one to handle. i know, baby, i know that it hurts," the words continue to spill out your mouth, "but what you've gone through is not your fault, and it never will be." you sternly state, fingers still threaded in his hair.

you crane your neck to peer at him; his eyes are swollen and red, looking back at you before seeing your own tears. he reaches up to wipe at them, chewing his lip sullenly at making you cry. "these thoughts are hurting you, manjiro. i hate to see you hurt yourself like this," you sniffle, smiling hopefully from your next words: "i'll protect you."

mikey's eyes fill with another emotion at that: was it hope? or love? you'll protect him?

a small glimmer dusts his vacant eyes at the thought—for his whole life, mikey has always been the protector, not the protected.

"i'll protect you," you repeat, "from anything or anyone that makes you feel how you do right now." you lean into to peck his forehead. "and if that person is you, then i'll always be here to tell you otherwise—you're the love of my life manjiro, i am not going to leave you. not now, not ever, okay?" you kiss his head once more, and your tears have finally stilled. your assured eyes stare at him in wait.

mikey feels his heartbeat slow at your words. they seap into his brain and carry their love all the way through his blood, and into his heart. the steady pound of his chest tells him to slows his breathing, to listen to the sounds of your heart by his ear, to listen to the sounds of you. 'she's my finacée', he reminds himself. his finacée who is breathing, in the flesh,—holding, kissing, touching, loving him. 'and she'll be the one to protect me.'

mikey smiles at you for the first time that night. and you smile back.

he exhales a sigh; this time it's light and full of solace. he spares a glance at the time: 12:45 AM. standing in the middle of the night, the two of you find one another clung in a boundless embrace—holding what you each find most dear: each other.

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todoroki-waifu · 1 year

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I was wondering if I could get a fluffy Draken x Fem Reader x Mikey where all three are married and the reader finds out that she’s pregnant but doesn’t know how to tell them with them being busy with the bike shop they both own and the constant visits with the other gang members so she decides to surprise them all at once when they come to visit.

Note: Thank you for the request! My first Mikey x Reader x Draken fic. :) Definitely feel like I need more practice writing Draken, but I hope you enjoy!

Draken x Reader x Mikey

Warning: Female reader and mentions of pregnancy.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,403

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"Breakfast is ready!" You called your husbands from the kitchen, setting up the table.

"Coming!" Mikey attempts to get up from the table, but Draken stops him.

"Stay still! I'm not done with your hair." He scolds, combing his blonde locks before gathering the section that falls over his eyes. Draken then secures the chunk of hair with an elastic. "Hurry! I'm hungry, Ken-chin." "Shut up. If you only knew how to do your own hair, we'd be in the kitchen by now." "I don't wanna." Mikey liked having Draken do his hair. "No bickering this early in the morning." You said as you placed their respective drinks on the table. Your partners both mumbled before giving you a kiss each on the cheek. "You're not eating?" Draken raises a brow at a lack of plate on the table. "Uhh..nah, I'm okay, actually. I'm just gonna have some tea." You walk over to the boiling water, checking to see if the electric kettle was finished. "You sure? You okay?" Draken frowns at you skipping breakfast. It was the most important meal of the day. "Yes, baby. I'm fine. I'm just not ready to eat yet." The truth is you were a bit nauseous, but you couldn't let them know. Not yet. You had to figure out a way to tell them that they were going to be fathers. "Do you want Ken-chin to make you something?" Mikey offers Draken to cook you breakfast which the taller blonde doesn't mind, but he does shoot a small glare at his partner. Mikey had hands, too... "No, really. I'm good with my tea for now. Besides, I'm off today so I have all day to eat." You did sit between them when your tea was done, conversing about your plans for today. Once they were finished, you gave them the lunches you packed for them, both men kissing you before heading to work. You had the day off because of a doctor's visit, but you didn't tell them what kind of appointment. You were pregnant, about 8 weeks now and today was going to be your first ultrasound. You wanted your husbands to be present, but at the same time, you wanted to surprise them. Also, you wanted to make certain that you were actually pregnant. You were paranoid, hearing stories of false positives and you knew that an ultrasound would help determine the truth. And it did! You walked out of the appointment with a picture of your tiny baby. You smiled, overwhelmed with so many emotions. Happy, because you’re growing the family you, Mikey, and Draken had been talking about. Nervous, because there’s no manual on how to take care of a child.

You desperately wanted to talk to someone so you went straight to Mikey’s and Draken’s bike shop. However, their store was full of customers. Clients were picking up their motorcycles, bringing in their impaired ones, or purchasing new parts. You realized that now that winter was ending, spring was beginning which meant bike lovers were going to be out more.

“Ah, my sun and star!” Mikey stops his conversation with a customer and leaves the task to Draken. Draken yells at him briefly before going back to their client. Mikey hugs you tightly, lifting you up slightly from the ground before peppering your face with his lips.

He hated being apart from you too long. Didn’t matter if he had Draken. He wasn’t you.

“My love, you can’t just abandon work like that.”

“But you’re more important.” He pouts.

“I understand, but paying our bills and not living on the streets is also just as important. If we don’t have money, then we can’t get any dorayaki.” And that seemed to motivate your invincible husband.

You waited for them in the back, not minding if it took them a while. It gave you some time to think about how you were going to tell them the good news. You figured you could just show them the ultrasound pictures and take it from there. However, you hear a group of familiar voices enter through the front. You immediately stuff the pictures of your sonogram into your bag, peeking your head out from the break room. It was some of the Toman group. A few of them needed repairs on their bikes while the rest conversed with you and Mikey. The Toman gang stayed until the shop closed, but invited the three of you for dinner.

And it had been like that for almost two weeks. Your partners have been extra busy at the shop, finding that more people were discovering their small business. Not only that, but it seemed as if all of Toman wanted to catch up with their previous captain and vice captain. You didn't mind, but you were focused on how you wanted to announce your pregnancy to your husbands.

You preferred them to be the first ones and eventually tell the rest of your friends, but seeing how busy their schedules were, you decided to do it at tonight's dinner. It was at a restaurant where one of the Toman members knew the owner so the place was reserved just for you and the gang. Since you didn't know how you were going to reveal the news, you decided to seek help from Hina.

"Oh my gosh, you're preg-" Hina nearly screams out your secret, but you quickly had to hush her.

"Shh..! Yes, I am, but I need help telling everyone." You whispered low enough to where only she could hear.

"Hmmm....okay, okay. I got it. I'll take care of it." She winks as you both walk from your little corner and merge with the rest of your friends. A few minutes later, Hina is calling everyone to take a picture. You all gather around the coral haired girl, attempting to squeeze into the little phone screen. She holds her arm out, adjusting it as needed. Draken and Mikey take up both your sides, making sure to stand where you all could be seen.

"Okay, ready? 1...2...congrats to Papa Mikey and Papa Draken!" Hina says gleefully, recording everyone's initial reaction. Everyone made various noises, all eyes turned to you.

"Wait...what? Papa?" Mikey raises a brow then glances up at Draken.

"Hold on...you're..pregnant?!"

"Mhm!" You're trying not to laugh at everyone's faces, especially the ones who were still trying to process it. You pull out your phone, showing them a picture of the little life that was growing in you. Everyone cheered loudly for the three of you, wishing you good fortune and offering any help that you may need.

Dinner was fantastic and also relieving. You're finally free of your secret's burden. You're currently nestled between Mikey and Draken, the three of you looking over the sonogram pictures from your previous appointment.

"So you've been going to these appointments by yourself?" Draken realizes how long you've known about your pregnancy.

"Well, yeah. At first, I wasn't sure and wanted to confirm with my doctor, then after that, I was trying to find a way to tell you."

"I'm sorry. We've been so busy with the shop." He starts to feel guilty for not noticing sooner.

"I'm gonna stop going to work and take care of you from now on. Ken-chin can handle the shop." Mikey snuggles into you and Draken reaches over to bop him on the head. He was so attached to you. Not that Draken wasn't either, but he was more realistic when it came to wanting to be around you and earning a stable income.

"Manjiro, you know you can't do that. And Ken, no need to be sorry. I chose to not say anything." You grabbed both their hands, giving a kiss each to the back of them.

"Well, expect us to be coming with you to those appointments from now on." Mikey smiles, his heart beating with happiness and excitement. Draken nods in agreement then goes back to stare at the ultrasound photos, his cheeks hurting from the smile that was plastered on his face for a while.

You let out a happy sigh, snuggling into Draken while Mikey is hugging you from behind. You're excited and nervous about this new chapter in your lives, but you feel less anxious knowing that your two loving husbands are going to be with you all the way.

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kryannoy · 2 years

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his and his only // sano 'mikey' manjiro

genre: fluff

character: mikey

summary: mikey has an attachment issue ever since losing so many of his siblings (i love to think that mikey has attachment issues>>>)

warnings: contains slight manga spoilers, sister complex, may contain grammar errors, incest ig

It's normal for a boy to have a certain fixation towards one of their female family members, right? Especially when they have some sort of an attachment issue?

This is what always lingered in Mikey's mind when it comes to you; his twin sister he so dearly loves. He has lost his oldest brother, Shinichiro. Then, his younger sister, Emma, and on the next day, his another older adoptive brother, Izana, which he never gets to bond with him as brothers.

You're all that he has left. Of course, he would never want to ever lose you next. You had promised way before that you will never leave his side and you both will always be "those twins". And most of the time, he has doubts on that promise you guys made ever since they started a sibling losing one by one. Mikey blames himself every day for his siblings death, all because he made a gang. But he loves his gang as much as he loves his family that he couldn't bring the thought of disbanding it. It's like losing another family if Toman is over.

And there, you called. He sets his phone to ring differently from others so that he knows it's you who called. He picked it up before his time for a speech would come.

"Hello, onee-chan~!" A cheery voice greets your tired ears.

"Manjiro, when you get back, if I fell asleep, can you please wake me up?" You requested, pressing the 'please' in your voice like a little kid would beg.

He knew what you were doing just by your simple request. After all, you were in a different world from him. You're smart, hardworking and so many people look up to you. Meanwhile, you had to have a twin brother that is the complete opposite of who you are; lazy, childish and people feared him. Sometimes, because he is in a well-known gang, people tend to immediately judge you as well. He had that one phase where he avoided you for a long time just so you can live your life normally. But when he got scolded by you because that's not what you wanted, he was the happiest man alive. To know that his dear sister actually wanted to be with him is like having your crush accepting your confession.

"But aren't you supposed to just sleep? It's already late once I get home. Besides, you're already a genius! You don't have to study," Mikey answers. Sometimes, you put an all nighter and Mikey doesn't like that because he knows you'll be a bit grumpy the next day for not getting enough sleep.

"It's not studying. I'm only doing my homework. Anyways, can you please wake me up if I fall asleep?" From your tone of voice, Mikey can tell you're batting your eyelashes while giving him those doe eyes he oh-so wants to ruin that innocent little face.

"Fine," he grumbles which earns him a small 'yay' on the other side of his phone. "But if you don't wake up, don't go blaming on me for not waking you up!"

"I know. Thank you, Manjiro!" With that, you end the call and Mikey's name was also called for his speech.

After the Toman meeting, Mikey went straight home on his bike. He makes a bee line to your room but didn't knock. He has that bad habit of not knowing how to knock when entering a girl's room. One time, he accidentally walked in on Emma when she was changing which he felt like he needs to bleach his eyes while getting a bit of beating from Emma. And scolding from Draken.

"Onee-chan?" His voice isn't usually this soft. And there you were, on your study desk with the lights still on and your books open but sleeping.

He walks over to you while calling you out to wake you up however you didn't budge. His hands reaches over to your blonde hair and brushes them behind you ears to get a glimpse of your face that looks exactly like him but more of a feminine touch. His face inches closer and closer to yours until his lips make contact with your temple. He breathes in your scent and immediately he feels at home. He takes another whiff of your scent, almost high from it only.

"Y/N . . ." He breathes out your name.

His heart jumps when you start moving. He quickly moves away from you, retracting his hands while blushing, thinking over the possible risk he just done. He sighs and puts on his brother face, like nothing happened.

"Y/N, wake up. You told me to wake you up when l get home." He continues spitting facts to get you annoyed which works as a way for you to open your eyes.

You grumble in your haze and humming so he can shut up.

"Come on! Wake up." He keeps nudging your shoulder lightly until you raise your head.

"I'm up, I'm up . . . What time is it?"

"11.34 pm. Are you gonna sleep or what?"

You look at your book for a moment before giving up and agreeing that you want to sleep. He raised an eyebrow, confused.

"Didn't you want to finish it?" He asks.

"It's not due for tomorrow anyways," you answer while closing all of your books.

"Then, why did you want to finish it in the first place?"

"I don't like doing it on the last minute."

He notices how tired you are so he offered to put away all your books while you can get to bed. You appreciate that and listen to what he asked of you. Immediately, you plop onto your bed and cover yourself with the duvet. After he finishes cleaning up your desk, he checks up on you to see you're fast asleep.

He also takes off his Toman jacket and slide into your covers to join you sleeping. It's not unusual for them to sleep together. They always do it. This is one of the reasons he doesn't want to lose you. His attachment and fixation towards you is too far to sever it by now. He cannot lose you. He doesn't know what he'll do if you're not by his side anymore. Hell, he doesn't want to think about it. It makes him sad and depressed if he keeps on thinking about losing you.

He holds you close and tight in his arms as if you would disappear suddenly. He moves your bangs out of your face once again and gives a long peck on your forehead. Not caring if you noticed it or not. He does want to let you know some day that you're his and he's yours. And that he loves you more than anything in this cruel world. He loves you way too much than he's supposed to as a brother. He will not let anyone take you away from him or they will meet death immediately.

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airbendertendou · 6 months

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BLUE BOY! ♡

synopsis : [name] meets someone a little… captivating while waiting for a friend from housen. kantou!mikey in mind.

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

The streets of Shibuya welcome you jubilantly. You browse store’s windows with pursed lips, remembering what caught your eye and what you think others would like. With a vibrated chime, your phone beckons for your attention, drawing it away from the necklace you’re looking at.

yuken !!

omw

see u there shortly

Scrunching your nose in excitement, you grin and send a simple heart back. He’ll know what it means — will know how happy you are to see him. Humming happily, you continue your small stroll, keeping an eye out for blond hair or the store you’re meant to meet at — whichever comes first.

A crash interrupts your quiet afternoon. You ignore it, only watching from the corner of your eye as a tattooed boy runs past ; he’s followed by a few others. You shrug, deciding to mind your business and keep your eye out for your close friend.

As you turn, a flash of shoulder length blond hair catches your attention. With a grin, you race after him and tap on his shoulder excitedly. “Didn’t think you’d sneak pas— huh?”

Except, the guy turning around is not Odajima Yuken.

Soulless, enticing black eyes meet yours. He raises an eyebrow — you jerk your hand away from his shoulder, his touch suddenly burning you. It feels like you’re the only two ; like an entire city has disappeared and left you in the rubble.

Gulping, you try to reign in your shocked expression, composing yourself clumsily. “Sorry, I—“

“You know this person, boss?” Someone new stands to his right. Black hair is styled in a sort-of-mohawk way, red lining his eyes until it’s pointed into a wing. He looks you over, lips curving as he does. “Not bad…”

Blackened eyes still haven’t left your figure. “I don’t.”

“I thought you were someone else,” you speak quickly. Your palms feel sweaty ; itchy with the stares piercing into you. You want nothing more than to get away from this situation ; to get away from the blond in front of you. “I’m so sorry. I’ll leave now.”

The call of your name stops you, freezes you in place. Yuken strolls up casually, his hands in his pockets. He eyes your company, “making friends?”

“Ah.” The dark haired boy speaks. He goes from the stranger to Yuken and back again. “Makes sense. They do look alike.”

Your eyes find his once more and you freeze again before looking away. “Again, I’m really sorry.”

Turning quickly, you wrap a trembling hand around the inside of Yuken’s elbow, halfway dragging him away. Get out of this situation ; get away from them. You let out a small breath of relief — you can still feel his eyes on you.

Your name is called again, quieter this time.

Kokonoi hums, looking at his boss in question. “Something up?”

Mikey doesn’t answer, simply stares after you. As you look back one last time, you can’t figure out the tingling you feel. Can’t understand why the stranger behind you emits such an odd response from you.

The right side of his mouth tilts up as you flinch and look away. “Cute.”

——♡——

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imk1ra · 1 year

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Takemichi: Well, Y/N, I'm about to go on a coffee run for everybody. Is there something you would like?

Y/N: Yeah, let me get a half-caf macchiato, alright, and I want it upside down. And I want it with two shots, and then I want them to take one shot out. If anything is wrong with that, I will kick your fucking ass.

Takemichi: None of this feels...healthy. I'm going to adjourn to the local cafe. I have to go a couple blocks over, the one nearby banned me because too many of my debit cards failed.

Baji: Oh, did Takemichi just leave? Can you put in my order?

Y/N: Yeah, I'll text him, what did you want?

Baji: Uh, could I get a hot chocolate with a shot of decaf?

Y/N: Yes, and if he gets anything wrong, I'm gonna threaten to enact physical violence.

Draken: Can I get a peppermint mocha? With no violence, please?

Mikey: I just want a cortado. And then I want no milk at all. And I do want it iced.

Draken: In a cortado, you don't want any milk?

Mikey: No milk, no foam. And I would like it tea-based instead of coffee.

Draken: Do you know what a cortado is?

Mikey: And some lemon.

Y/N: Honestly, the fact that this is complex and maybe impossible is perfect.

Draken:That's just tea with lemon-

Baji: Can I change mine to a hot chocolate, shot of decaf...shot of a cortado - so a decaf shot, and what would be the size of a shot inside that shot of cortado.

Draken:I'm just changing mine to a black coffee. Very simple, no violence.

Y/N: I'm gonna make sure you get both, just in case, so Takemichi has two opportunities to mess it up. Boom! Coffee's ordered, is our missing party member dead?

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softxsuki · 1 year

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STRONG ENOUGH--Mikey Sano (WRITTEN BY 🕰️ ANON, NOT ME)

Pairing: Mikey x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of guys ganging up on a woman, fighting, feelings of fear

Genre: Fluff

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.3k (almost 1.4k)

Summary: In which after training you to fight a little, Mikey walks you home, but you run into a little trouble after stopping somewhere quickly and waiting for Mikey to get back (it turns out to not be so troublesome though)

[A/N: This piece is written by one of my followers that she wanted me to post for her, so I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did! This is written by my 🕰️anon! So again, I did NOT write this. ]

*****note N/N means nickname*****

“Make sure your foot is aimed a little higher. See, like this.”

You felt slightly anxious as Mikey kicked the air, his feet making a clean one-eighty degree. Did he think you could do that on your first day practicing with him?

Mikey turned to look at you and gestured for you to copy what he just did. You groaned internally, regretting the fact that you didn’t listen to Draken and Mitsuya’s warnings to not ask Mikey to teach you self-defense.

“Um…’Jiro?”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe let’s leave the hard stuff for later, please?” you asked, practically pleading with him to understand that you might just break your hip if you tried to pull what he just did.

“But I could do this when I was in elementary school”, Mikey said, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

Of course he could! He’s the Invincible Mikey! You thought, cursing your luck.

Mikey wasn’t the best teacher when it came to fighting but he loved you and so, thankfully, he was as patient as he could be with you.

After a lot of practicing, you could finally do a decent kick (though it was nowhere near as good as Mikey’s, of course).

You spent the rest of the day talking with Mikey and Emma. Amidst the laughter and slight bickering between the siblings, you decided to head home as soon as you realized that it was getting dark. Mikey noticed you looking outside and decided that he should walk you home.

“Ah, (N/N), it’s getting dark. I can wa-"

“Manjiro!! It’s getting dark! Can’t you walk your girlfriend home?!” Emma yelled at her brother who was looking flabbergasted at the fact that he lost the opportunity to be a good boyfriend. You laughed at their antics and just shrugged.

“It’s alright. I can go home on my own- “

“Ah, great, now you’ve upset her '', Emma said, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at Mikey disapprovingly.

Mikey just deadpanned at his sister before getting up and grabbing his jacket. “Come one, (N/N). Let’s get you home.”

You nodded before thanking Emma for her hospitality. Emma just smiled as she thought to herself how wonderful it would be to have someone as kind and sweet as you in the family.

Both of you turned around quickly to see Mikey starting his motorcycle. Upon seeing the both of you staring at him, he thought he needed to clarify what he was doing.

“Oh. I am dropping her off on the bike- “

“Like heck you are!”

You wouldn’t have minded it one bit but Emma didn’t like the fact that neither of you would be riding with helmets.

“AH! You are turning into Ken-chin…”, Mikey said, causing Emma to blush as he mentioned Draken. You smiled knowingly at her which caused her to turn even more red.

“Oh, fine! I’m going inside!”

The both of you watched as Emma went back inside the very beautiful house that the Sanos lived in. Mikey sighed and scratched the back of his head as he hopped off the bike. “The last thing I need is more nagging once I come back… you don’t mind walking, (N/N)?”

“Nope!”, you said. You walked towards where Mikey was standing and took his hand in yours, causing his face to flush pink. Chuckling slightly at how adorable he looked, you both began walking back to your home.

Winter was soon coming and the air had a chill to it. You felt a sneeze come along and you tried your best to stifle it. Mikey saw you desperately trying not to look like you were cold and tried not to laugh at your actions. He was still in his Toman uniform after a meeting and remembering something Chifuyu taught him, he took off his jacket and placed it around your shoulders.

He smiled in relief as he saw you fit your arms into the sleeves. You sighed as you felt the warmth now surrounding you. Though you were thankful, Mikey didn’t have another jacket and his shirt was just a thin cotton one.

“Wait, ‘Jiro, aren’t you cold?”

Yes, yes he was, Desperately. He hoped you wouldn’t want to keep the jacket once you reached home.

“No”, he said, moments before he let out a big sneeze. You started laughing before starting to remove the jacket. But Mikey stopped you as he rubbed his nose.

“Keep it on. Ken-chin’s place is nearby. I’ll borrow a jacket from him.”

As you tried to imagine Mikey wearing Draken’s jacket, you felt Mikey take your hand in his again, making you feel happy. Mikey, noticing your smile, felt even happier.

Soon, the both of you reached the brothel where Draken lived. You didn’t feel like going up there, so you chose to stay down while Mikey went up to see Draken.

The minutes seemed to be passing by peacefully as you watched the slow moving traffic in front of you. But it was only a moment before some guy and his friends started to hit on you.

“Oh, come on, darling. Just come with us, we’ll be nice”, one of them yelled, as the others chortled in response. You hated feeling this uncomfortable. As you thought of what you could do, you remembered what Mikey taught you.

“You’ll feel scared when you think you aren’t strong enough to beat them. You don’t have to be physically stronger than them though- just make sure to show them who’s boss.”

“So, what do you say, doll?” sneered the one who was speaking earlier.

“No”, you said firmly.

“No?”, the guy repeated in disbelief, “I don’t think so, missy.”

You panicked as you realized he was coming towards you. He grabbed your arm quickly and you tensed up not knowing what to do. Everything you learnt was disappearing from your head-

“Remember to position your foot correctly. Then you can land the strongest kick.”

There were no thoughts put into your actions as your instincts took over. Quickly raising your foot as high as you could, you land a hard kick right at his groin.

The man let go of you and whimpered as he fell to the ground, his arms clutching where you had just kicked him with full force.

“H-Hey…dude. Isn’t that a Toman uniform she’s wearing? Is she…is she from Toman!?”, someone from their group screamed and suddenly all the men who had gathered there ran away (one of them dragged away the guy who was on the floor).

Your breaths were labored as you watched them scurry away from you. Your face felt warm and your body was still shivering from the sudden movement and from how scary the situation was.

You almost cried in relief when Mikey came out wearing a jacket that looked five sizes too big for him.

“Manjiro!”

His eyes widened at your disheveled state. “(Y/N)?”

He quickly walked up to where you were standing and wrapped his arms around you. He didn’t know what had happened after he had left but he knew he needed to be there for you right now.

“I was so scared, ‘Jiro… “

“(N/N)...what happened?”

You told him everything that had happened and you saw his face turn angry for a second before he started laughing when you told him about how you kicked the guy right where the sun doesn’t shine.

“And then they all ran away after seeing the jacket cause they thought I was in Toman!”

Mikey was chuckling even as placed a small kiss on your head. “I am sorry you had to go through that, love. But didn’t I tell you? You are strong enough to deal with anything.”

You smiled at his words. Manjiro Sano believed in you. And slowly, you started to believe in yourself as well.

“And what on earth are you wearing?”

“Um, Ken-chin’s jacket?”

“You look like a toddler who went shopping in the adults section.”

And that was why you had to deal with a pouty Mikey all the way to your house.

You also shouldn’t have been surprised to see the same people who had tried to hit on you yesterday beaten up until they were black and blue. How Mikey knew it was them, we don’t know. He just does. He’s Manjiro Sano after all.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 1/10/2023

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ranhaitanisgf · 6 months

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Can I pls request a class president and delinquent w mikey, and the pocky game??? For the scenario Mikey got dared to play the pocky game w u. (The both of u are on good terms w each other) u accepted and covered his eyes to make it easier for him (his cute flustered face ;-;) and u kissed him while bitting the pocky.

— sano manjiro (mikey) // delinquent & class president // pocky game

[𖤐] anon...ur a genius for this. flustered mikey is the best one so that's what i did lolol. ty for requesting (2 years ago 😭) and i hope you all enjoy my lovelies! xoxo

wc: 1.1k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

your pen scrawled across the paper, completing the work that you had to finish before the end of the day. the budgets for clubs was not to be messed with; the club presidents were very passionate, and if you didn’t have a budget for them in time, they would probably go nuts, (you’re not sure what it entails, but it’s enough to get you going on the work).

the sliding door to the empty classroom opened up, making you flick your eyes up briefly at who was entering.

“yoo, are you in here (y/n)-chi?” you smiled a bit at the familiar voice, your heart speeding up a bit.

“right here.”

“i finally found you! you’re a hard one to find, y’know that?” mikey whined. he looked around the classroom, not seeing anybody else and grinned. “what’re you doing here by yourself?” he asked, sitting down in the chair in front of you and facing you. you didn’t even have to look at him to know that he was definitely up to something.

“i’m not a very hard person to find, mikey, i’m sure you were just looking in the wrong places. and i’m working on the budget for this year’s club, since i need to be able to have it done today to get it reviewed by administration.” mikey blew a raspberry at you.

“boringggg…you never do anything exciting, do you?”

“hey! for your information, i do lots of fun things! just not during school or student council hours!” you huffed. mikey tilted his head at you, questioning your words a bit. he resembled a confused child for a moment, (it was pretty cute). “aside from that, why were you looking for me? is there something i can do for you?”

“well, i got dared to ask you to do something, but’s it’s fine if you don’t want to do it.” pausing your writing and looking at mikey, you noticed a bit of a flush in his cheeks as he mumbled the last part of his words.

“oh? consider my interest piqued. what is it?” you set your pen down, giving him your full attention as a playful smile played across your lips.

this should be interesting.

“...p…game…”

“hm? i didn’t quite catch that.” mikey whined and groaned a bit at your teasing voice, huffing as he avoided eye contact.

“...the pocky game…” your eyebrows shot up at his words; you definitely had not been expecting that, (although it’s hard to expect anything that mikey says or does).

“oh, uh, i see…” you said out of surprise.

“it’s fine if you dont wanna, it was just like a dare so it’s stupid…”

“no, i’ll do it.”

“…wait, really?!” mikey shot up in his seat, his hands slamming onto your desk as his eyes damn near sparkled with happiness, (seriously, how was he always so cute?). you giggled a bit at his reaction, taking your papers off your desk and setting them to the side.

“yes, but hurry up before i change my mind!”

“wh-uh, okay!” mikey dug through his pockets, looking for something, before he sat back down again. from his pocket, he pulled out a box of pocky, sitting down and setting it gingerly on your desk, looking nervously to the side. you raised an eyebrow at him, a teasing smile on your face.

“are you embarrassed, mikey?”

“w-what?! nah, of course not! who do you think i am!! i am-”

“pff, i’m joking. you’re just too cute to tease.” you laughed. mikey’s cheeks puffed up as he glared at you, though you knew the glare was fake since you could see his cheeks coloring up a bit more. he started mumbling things, too low for you to hear, as you opened up the box of pocky, taking one and slipping it between your fingers. mikey still wasn’t looking at you, making you sigh a bit.

“you’re cute, but you need to look over here in order to do this, you know?” you couldn’t help the teasing lilt in your voice; he was just acting so different than he usually acted that you just had to tease him. mikey finally turned his face over to you, scooting a little bit closer and resting his arms on your desk.

“you’re being really mean right now, i thought you were supposed to be nice…”

“just because i’m student council president doesn’t mean that i can’t tease you.” before he could say anything else, you slipped the pocky stick between his lips, effectively silencing him. now that he couldn’t turn away from you, you were able to see the flush along his cheeks and ears a lot more clearly. a small laugh slipped from you at the sight. “since you’re sooooo embarrassed, i’ll make it a little easier for you.” you placed a hand over both of his eyes before putting the other end of the stick between your own lips. you could tell that he tried to protest, but the pocky stick effectively silenced him.

for a moment, nothing happened.

then, chomp!

the distinct sound of you biting the stick.

you took a couple more small bites before mikey finally bit the stick a couple times. your noses were close to touching at this point, and you could feel his breaths fanning across your face. the pocky stick was rather small at this point, making your heart skip a couple beats.

oh, whatever.

after a moment of pondering, you went for it. you bit the last end of the pocky stick, pressing your lips against mikey’s. his lips were a little chapped, but they were warm and they fit perfectly with yours. a couple seconds passed before you pulled away, chewing the rest of the pocky in your mouth as you took your hand off of his eyes.

that expression makes it all worth it.

there was a deep flush across his face now; it spread all over his cheeks and covered his ears as he gaped at you.

before he could recover, you gathered up all your belongings, hefting your stack of papers in your arms.

“well, i have to go drop these off now.” you leaned closer again, pressing a soft kiss against his warm cheek. “i do hope you’ll be attending all your classes tomorrow.” you whispered, smiling at him. you pulled back, admiring the shocked and flabbergasted look on his face as he tried to form words.

“y-yeah…” he managed to get out.

“great! see you tomorrow then!” before you left the classroom, you peeked back at him one more time.

you had to resist giggling as you saw mikey brushing over his lips with his fingers, his eyes wide.

oops!

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