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the-atlas-sister · 5 months

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TᕼEY ᗯᗩᒪK Iᑎ Oᑎ YOᑌ ᑕᕼᗩᑎGIᑎG/ᑎᗩKEᗪ- TOKYO ᖇEᐯ. ᑭᗩᖇT TᗯO

𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐… 𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚁𝚊𝚗, 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚞, 𝚂𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚞, 𝙽𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘

(IM SORRY IF SOME ARE OOC CAUSE- CAUSE I DON'T KNOW ALL THE CHARACTERS ALL TOO WELL)

𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒

At the beginning of your day you had no idea that your boyfriend would be clinging to you at the end of your date, saying he just wanted to keep you, just for the night.

And how could you deny him with that cocky smirk of his, the one he gave you when he knew that you just couldn't say no to him.

So now here you were, stripping out of your uncomfortable date attire, still aiming to visually please your boyfriend after a year of being together. You shivered slightly as you stood in the bathroom in only your undergarments. You looked down at the pile of clothes Rindo had offered you, noticing that he not so slyly failed to include any shirts.

"Rindo?" you called, pulling on a pail of his loose boxers.

"You ready- woah." You flushed, your face turning hot as Rindo opened the bathroom door- his eyes going wide as he eyed your topless figure.

"You didn't have to barge in, I just need a shirt..." you grumbled, subconsciously covering your chest and torso.

"I kinda like you like this," he chuckled, leaning on the doorframe, making you roll your eyes. "Fine, fine. I'll go grab you a shirt." He laughed slightly with that same stupid smirk you had fallen in love with. You couldn't help but blush as he winked and turned around- seemingly to find you that shirt.

𝚁𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒

Being Rindo Haitani's best friend had a lot of advantages. Roaming through the streets of Tokyo feeling safer then you ever have, getting the opportunity to beat his ass at any game you play together and of course, the opportunity to tease his brother.

Opportunities, like this one for example.

"He- o-oh," Ran said, his eyes going slightly wide as he opened to door to his brother's room, only to find you wearing nothing but your undergarments.

"Yes?" you said, smirking slightly at his flushed cheeks as he not so subtly eyed your naked body.

"I- I was looking for Rindo," Ran said, continuing to stare at your legs and body. "Thought he'd be in here."

"He's in the bathroom," you stated, bending over teasingly to pick up your shirt. You felt Ran's gaze on your ass, making your smile giddily.

"I didn't know you two..."

"We don't," you said quickly. You stood up fully and looked at the taller brother. "We were just messing around in the rain and Rindo let me shower here."

"Oh," Ran hummed, a tone of almost... relief in his voice. "Well, sorry for walking in on you."

"Don't be," you said with a small smile.

Ran smirked back at you before walking out of the room.

𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚘

You knew how much Sanzu idolized you. He told you every day, every night and every time in between. But as you stared at your own naked body in the long mirror within your shared bedroom... you just couldn't understand why.

You were having a day where it seemed as though every flaw you saw within yourself was pushing to the front of your mind, all desperate for attention.

You bit you lip lightly as you ran a hand along the skin on your stomach, continuing to graze over your hips.

"What did I get to deserve this?" you heard Sanzu's voice break you from your trance, making you jump slightly. You hadn't even heard the door open. You look at him behind you through the mirror- unable to bear the look of pure admiration shining in his eyes. The scars on his cheeks wrinkled at he smiled at you widely. He threw off his jacket and approached you. His hands replaced your own, quickly wrapping around your stomach and hips. "My perfect girl, naked and waiting for me," he mumbled, placing a soft kiss behind your ear and along the back of your neck.

"Don't say that," you whispered, unable to tear your eyes away from what you saw as the flaws littering your body.

"Hm? Say what? How perfect you are?" Sanzu asked, looking at you in the mirror. "Can't understand how you can't see how beautiful you are, my pretty girl." He continued to kiss the back of your neck and shoulders. "Lemme show you, yeah?"

𝚂𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚞 𝙸𝚗𝚞𝚒

Living with someone was weird.

This is what you had come to realize after you and Seishu made the decision to move in together. The first few weeks were nice, being able to cuddle to sleep, cook for one another and preform other domestic activities.

It wasn't until you walked in on him pissing for about the third time due to his forgetting to close the door, that you realized how odd it truly felt.

Even after weeks of being in the same of apartment, you had yet to change in front of one another. Hell, you don't know if Seishu has even really seen you naked. Both of you would shyly wander into the bathroom when it came time to change for the day or take a shower.

But now, you figured it would be fine to change in your shared bedroom. Seishu was still at work so it'd probably be fine. Right?

You hadn't even heard the door open when he walked in. You were completely naked, only covered by your underwear. You jumped in surprise when you felt Seishu's hand, rough from working in the shop, grab your own softly. He turned you to face him, his green eyes silently scanning your body.

Your face flushed as he raised your arm slightly, as if he was examining your body.

"Even more beautiful than I imagined," he said softly, hesitantly reaching out to touch the skin of your waist. You shyly looked away, leaning into his touch as you shared this new level of intimacy. "Wanna see more of you," he whispered in your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest.

𝙽𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚊

Being Takemichi's cousin fucking sucked.

You had no idea how it happened, but you had become wound up in your cousin's time travel. You honestly didn't understand most of it. All you knew is that his future and your present, was constantly shifting and you remembered every bit of it.

The only consistent thing you knew was Naoto Tachibana.

In every changing timeline, Naoto was there. There for your cousin and for you.

Which is how you found yourself within the detective's small apartment. You didn't understand it, but he said with the current timeline, it would be safer for you to stay with him. You currently stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror, wearing an extra pair of his shorts and your bra. You tried to figure out how you had gotten yourself in this situation. Or better yet, how Takemichi had gotten you in this situation.

You snapped from your trance when you heard the door to the bathroom click. You turned to see as Naoto opened the door, his eyes going suddenly wide as his gaze settled on your topless figure.

"S-sorry," he said, clearing his throat a bit and turning to the side, an obvious blush on his cheeks. "You were taking a while. I was worried."

You couldn't help but smile softly at his show of worry. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't developed a crush on the younger man and his worrisome tone made your heart flutter. "I'm okay," you said softly, pulling on his oversized shirt. "I was just thinking about stuff."

"Future stuff?" he asked, finally looking back at you. She somehow looks even better in my clothes, he thought with a small blush.

"Present for us," you chuckled bitterly, looking back at the mirror.

"Right," Naoto nodded. "We could... talk about it when you're done if you'd like."

You smiled back and him and nodded slightly.

𝙺𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘

You had always had a crush on Kakucho. Ever since you could remember knowing him you had. And you knew he had a crush on you as well. It was obvious.

You could tell from the way he watched you play in the rain, or how protective he got simply by someone looking at you the wrong way.

What you didn't understand was why he hadn't confessed. It had been years and yet... nothing. Perhaps it was his more shy demeanor when he was with you. Or perhaps it was Izana being your brother.

Whatever it was... you had had enough.

You inhaled deeply as you paced within Kakucho's room. You wore a pair of short shorts and your bra. Remember the plan, you reminded yourself. You had just stumbled into his home trying to get out of the rain. You had to strip and change clothes to try and get warm. He had said you were always welcome so it should work.

You stiffened as you heard the door to Kakucho's bedroom click open. Regrets and thoughts of what could go wrong flooded your mind as he opened the door. As soon as his eyes landed on you, they grew as wide as saucers. His hand stayed glued to the door handle and he stayed frozen in place.

"I can explain-"

"Naked-" Kakucho choked out, his face turning a shade of red you had never seen before.

"What?" you almost wanted to laugh at his response.

"You're naked- in my bedroom," he continued, his grip tightening on the door handle. His free hand went to his crotch. You raised an eyebrow at the action.

"I was just trying to get out of the rain and I remembered that you said I was always welcome-"

"It's not raining," Kakucho stated, his brows furrowing in confusion.

You mentally cursed yourself for forgetting such a critical detail. "Shit," you mumbled, your face flushing. "Look- I'm sorry-" You quickly collected your shirt and went to walk past Kakucho and out the door.

His hand quickly moved to softly grab your upper arm before you could leave, his gaze remaining straight ahead. You looked up at him with wide and hopeful eyes. "Don't tell Izana," he said softly before pulling you into the room and closing the door behind him.

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/mooskey/735171493771771904

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sungie · 2 years

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GIVING THE TOKREV CHARACTERS FLOWERS

includes: ran, rindou, kazutora, hanma, inui, kokonoi, chifuyu, mitsuya, sanzu, naoto

masterlist

HAITANI RAN

“Stop looking at me like that,” you frown, “just close your eyes.”

And Ran knows he should be good and listen. But there’s something so amusing about doing the opposite of what you want, and before he knows it, he’s peering into your face with a lazy smirk.

“Aw, c’mon. I know you want me, (Y/N). There’s no need to be so ashamed.”

A warning look flashes across your face.

Ran sighs. He backs up, lanky posture surely making his movements all the more comical, with his hands held in easy surrender. “Alright, alright.” He makes a show of closing his eyes, although there’s a thin sliver of light he lets breach past his lashes. “There. Happy?”

Apparently not.

He laughs as you press his eyelids shut yourself.

So cute.

He leans into your touch, intuitively chasing your wrist to press light kisses to your skin. “Hurry up, baby. You, of all people, know I don’t like being kept waiting.”

“So impatient,” you sigh, brushing a wisp of lavender hair from his forehead. “Hold out your hands.”

It can’t hurt to push a little more, can it?

“It’s not my hand that needs attention,” Ran tries, only for you to scold him.

“You’re so annoying, Haitani.”

Despite your irritated facade, Ran hears the affection behind your voice. Hears the playful lilt behind “Haitani”, feels the gentle way you uncurl his fingers from his palm. Feels the kiss you press to his cheek (which, from his long-exposure to hook-up culture should mean nothing) warms his heart–embarrassingly, so.

“There. You can look now.”

What’s so special about this gift that his eyes need to be closed? He starts to grin slyly, only to blink at the roses in his hand.

“You got me flowers?”

“Nice observation, asshole.”

Ran looks up to see you grinning, nearly bubbling over with excitement. “Like them?”

Not only are you cute; you’re also a thief. Ran tries demanding his air back, tries summoning the words that come so easily, but he’s left standing in front of you with stunned eyes and a flush carefully creeping up his cheeks.

“You really love me, don’t you?” He tries, scraping at old pick-up lines to save his skin.

“Silly. I’ve always loved you, Ran.”

His mouth parts. You’ve … never said it back before.

He slings an arm over his face, embarrassed at the vulnerability overshadowing his silvertongue.

“Don’t,” he mumbles, only to feel your hands tugging at his. “Told you already. I’m no good for you.”

“Don’t hide.” The lilt in your voice nearly resembles his. “Want to see your pretty face, Ran.”

That does it. He scowls. “You’re so dead.”

“Only if you catch me, first!”

HAITANI RINDOU

“For you!”

Rindou stares at the flowers in your hands. He feels the exact moment that giddy, i'm-on-top-of-the-world dopamine boost from teasing you drains away, leaving him speechless.

Leaves him floored into something else entirely, something he just can’t place his finger on.

He blinks slowly, eyes traveling from the wildflowers to the expression across your face.

“For me?” And ugh. He doesn’t mean for his voice to sound so quiet.

Guilt wraps its hands around his throat and squeezes hard. He kicks himself internally.

Because he hates the way your outstretched hand starts trembling, and he knows it’s all from the silence stretching tendrils in spaces everywhere between the two of you.

At your careful nod, Rindou feels his heart soften.

You got flowers for him? Someone like him?

It’s something so sweet–unexpectedly so. He doesn’t know how to react.

Ran never taught him anything like this, but he wracks his mind for knowledge anyso: how to respond when the person you love gets you flowers?

Don’t mess up, don’t mess up, don’t mess up.

He’s taking too long. And then, in that same quiet voice: “Did you pick them?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, eyes downcast. “I wasn’t sure if you liked flowers. Really, Rin, it’s okay if you don’t–”

“I want them.”

The certainty in his voice surprises him. It’s funny–the thought of you taking those flowers away irks him more than not knowing what to do.

He steps closer, hand gently cradling your neck as he presses you into his chest, his chin resting atop your head. “They’re purple.”

“I thought of you because they’re your–”

“–favorite color,” Rindou finishes. The realization makes him sigh. “You.” He rubs gentle circles into your skin. “You’re gonna be the end of me.”

As you clutch the lapels of his suit and lean closer to his chest, Rindou wraps his arms around your waist. He presses a kiss to your hairline. “Thank you,” he whispers. “I love them.”

“Really?”

“Really. I think,” he murmurs, suddenly shy, “I think I’ll show them off at work. Show everyone how lucky I am. Think they’ll look nice next to my window?”

The happiness radiating from you at his words makes his face scrunch. You’re turning him soft, aren’t you? Strangely, he doesn’t seem to mind.

HANEMIYA KAZUTORA

“People buy each other flowers?” Kazutora mumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I don’t think so. Might just be something in the movies.”

Out the corner of his eye, he watches you furrow your brow.

“Really? You’ve never seen couples give each other flowers?” You tilt your head. “You know, like tokens of affection?”

“Nope.” Kazutora hopes this conversation ends soon. An itchy sort-of-feeling begins consuming him–you’re about to drop something over his eyes, he just knows it. “None of my friends got any game.”

“Your parents?”

Ah. There it is.

Kazutora looks to the side, darkly. “My father doesn’t deserve flowers.” And then, under his breath, “especially not from my mother.”

He shrugs, turning to you casually. “What about you? People get you any flowers?”

The sad expression on your face makes him wince. Half-of-him wants to reach out and take your hands: apologize, get on his knees for forgiveness, convince you there’s nothing to be upset about.

The other-half … he won’t speak it out loud.

“Once or twice,” you say, quietly, “but let’s not talk about it anymore.”

And he doesn’t. You don’t.

Not until now.

Kazutora wonders why the voice calling him now sounds so familiar. Nostalgia, huh?

The way you tumble out the car to rush toward him feels strangely cliche. But he doesn’t mind. Not really. Not when he melts into your arms after years of no-contact. Not when he breathes in and you smell just like he remembers–but better, he thinks–“your shampoo,” he murmurs, into your hair, “it smells nice.”

What are you … what are you doing here? He doesn’t want to let you go.

Your laughter in his ears sounds heavenly. “I remember you liked it. I went down memory lane trying to remember what brand it was.”

Kazutora’s eyes widen. “You did that, for me?”

“Of course, I did. You mean a lot to me.” With that, you gently press a handful of yellow tulips into his hands. “These are for you.”

Kaztuora looks at the flowers in stunned stupor. “What?” The words feel slow to form. He’s buffering, literally. Just glances at you in shock, hoping you can somehow tell what he’s feeling. Lucky for him, he thinks you do.

“I don’t know if you remember,” you start, “but we talked about flowers when we were kids.” Your face softens. “So, I wanted to get you some.”

Is that look … is it because of him?

He feels his eyes watering, feels his lips trembling. He hugs you tighter, burying his head in your shoulder.

“I missed you,” he blurts out, like it’s the only thing he can say. “I really … missed you. You know that, right?”

The fond smile tugging at your mouth makes his heart warm. Everything feels softer, in your arms. God. He missed this.

HANMA SHUJI

“What’s this?” Hanma teases, towering over you. “Some fucker got you flowers?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, only snatches them out your grasp to examine them closer. And he won’t admit it, would never, but the very thought of someone sweeping you off your feet fills him with absolute disgust.

“You like this sort of stuff?” He turns to you, curious. “I’d treat you right, sweetheart. Get you flowers like this every day. Give me a chance, how ‘bout it?”

Why are you sighing, now?

You step on his foot, hard. “Shuji.”

“I like that. ‘Shuji’. Sounds nice coming from you. Say it again.”

“You’re such an ass. I wanted to give those to you myself.”

Hanma stares at you, stunned. He isn’t fast enough to catch himself, not nearly, but he quickly eases a charming smile out his lips. “Can’t ever assume things with you, huh?” He grins, nudging your chin up. “I like it. You’re mine, now.”

“Nope.”

Hanma’s pleased to see the same wicked expression reflected right at him.

“I would be,” you continue, “but you stole those flowers from me.”

“So? You wanna teach me manners, now?”

“So, you’re mine.”

Oh … he gets it now. You’re tricky.

Hanma chuckles, then throws his head back in laughter. He regards you with an appraising look.

“Alright,” he says, softly, dangerously, running his thumb against your bottom lip. “I could get used to it.” His grip against your chin wanders down to your neck. “You really won’t be mine?”

“No,” you repeat, and Hanma thinks you’re much too pleased with yourself, “this is more fun.”

“Okay, I’ll play along.” His hand tightens; a mischievous warning. “I’m yours … for now.”

INUI SEISHU

Inui wakes to flowers tickling his cheek. A subtle hint of blue in his vision. He blinks to a bouquet resting atop your nightstand, still fresh and wrapped in plastic.

He frowns. It wasn’t there the night before; he’s sure of it.

“(Y/N)?” He walks into your kitchen, gingerly holding the flowers.

Lilacs, he thinks. Pretty like you. One second; he’s fine. In fact, you should vase them. They might start to wilt.

But … when did you have the time to get these? He isn’t sure. He knows, for a fact, you fell asleep first last night. And normally, you don’t wake much earlier than eight.

His eyes fall to the tag. Times New Roman font. I love you.

It’s 8:15.

Uneasiness creeps into him and stabs everywhere it touches. Someone else bought these for you. Who got you these?

Kitchen-sounds and something warm sizzling on the stove.

A cold feeling sinks its way through his bones. As soon as he meets your gaze, Inui feels the heaviness, all at once. It starts like pendulum swinging. Emotion off; smile forced; breath held.

“Hey, who’s this from?”

Your gaze alternates between the flowers and him with perplexion. “Me?”

Inui follows your gaze, glancing down at the bouquet. He can’t stop the hurt wincing across his features. Not heartless enough, he thinks. “You got yourself a bouquet that says, ‘I love you’?”

If possible, the look upon your face turns even more confused. “What?” Your eyes sweep across his face.

You don’t look like you’re lying.

All at once, your lips pursue in realization. You’re setting things aside, quickly rushing toward him to cup his face in your palms.

Despite it all, Inui melts into your hold. Your skin feels so soft against his.

“Oh no, Shu. I got them for you.”

Oh. The tension hollows from his shoulders like reverberation from a plucked violin string.

He looks down at the bouquet again, then at your genuine expression. Guilt fills all spaces until it’s the only thing he can think of. Only thing he can feel.

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbles. “I thought.” He can’t bring himself to finish.

How could he think something so awful? You’re not Koko. He needs to get it through his head.

“No,” you interrupt, gently brushing a lock of hair behind his ear, “don’t apologize.” The sincere look in your eyes makes him weak in the knees. “I should’ve added your name.”

Your arms wrap around his waist. “Seishu, look at me.”

He obliges, lip wobbling despite his attempts to smile.

“There’s only you. I promise.”

“I don’t want you to think I don’t trust you,” he whispers. “I do. I just. I just–”

“It’s easy to feel like you’re the wrong person?”

How do you know that?

You're already resting your hand against his neck, a gentle nudge to guide his head to the crook of your shoulder. You press a kiss to his temple. “Love you, Seishu. Love you so much.”

KOKONOI HAJIME

“You weren’t supposed to buy me flowers,” Kokonoi scolds, fussing with the scarf around your neck. “I already told you not to empty your wallet on me. Don’t you listen?”

The laugh from your lips sounds heavenly. You wrap your arms around his waist with a beam. “Don’t worry, Koko. I stole them.”

If possible, Kokonoi thinks his eyes might pop out their sockets. “You what?” He sighs, affectionately smushing your cheeks together with his palms. “Tell me why you decided to go and do something so stupid.”

You laugh gleefully. “I just borrowed them from my neighbor. They steal tangerines from me all the time, so I thought I’d return the favor. That’s all.”

Kokonoi can’t deny the smirk spreading across his lips. He shakes his head, lightly swatting the flowers against your face. “And what am I supposed to do with stolen goods? You got collateral for me?” He presses a kiss to the spot in between your eyes. “What if those neighbors hunt me down and demand them back? What then?”

“So many questions, Koko.” You hug him tighter, stepping even closer. “You can admire them? Smell them? Think about them late at night when I’m not with you and ja–”

Kokonoi groans. “You’re done.”

“Wait, wait! And I’ll get you more flowers. I’ll get you so many flowers you get tired of them. And next time I won’t steal them, I’ll just use your money–”

“That’s … also stealing,” Kokonoi interjects dryly. “From me.”

You flick his earring. “Anyway, what about me? What do I get for being such a nice person?”

He sighs, rolling his eyes. “Always an ulterior motive with you, hm?” He presses his lips to your forehead, clutching the flowers closer to his chest. “Now get off me.”

“Don’t want to.”

Kokonoi grumbles underneath his breath. He wraps his arm around your waist, then readjusts the two of you so he can easily access the kitchen counter. “Your loss. Guess you really won’t be getting anything.”

He slips the flowers into a vase, carefully adjusting the blossoms as they fall into the glass. He knows you’re watching, knows sentimentality softens the edges of his eyes, but he can’t bring himself to wipe away that sweet smile gently tugging at his lips. In fact, he doesn’t want to.

MATSUNO CHIFUYU

Chifuyu blinks as you lightly bop him on the head with a bouquet. That isn’t for him, is it?

He stares at you blankly, but based on the knowing grin on your face, he knows he’s shit at concealing the excitement bubbling behind his casual front.

“For you, ‘fuyu!”

He won’t lie, he imagined a moment like this before. A younger him gazing at the portrait of his late-father, belatedly wondering if his mother got him flowers before he passed. She must’ve … right? He hopes so. Wondering if he’d get flowers, one day, too.

Now staring back at you, he pretends to wave them off, partaking in some dance around lightly refusing the gift until it’s finally socially acceptable for him to take them off your hands.

“You didn’t have to,” Chifuyu starts, but he knows he’s smiling far too much to look any-sort of humble. “Are you sure you don’t want them?”

“Chifuyu,” you laugh, “I think you’ll explode if I keep them from you any longer.” You push the flowers back into his hands, placing yours on top of his. “It’s a gift. For you.”

He feels like floating. Or something. It feels like he is. Is he? Chifuyu knows he shrugged off the possibility of romance for so long, and now that it’s finally happening, it doesn’t quite feel real.

You’re talking now. Lips moving, sweet voice saying something he struggles to conceptualize. “–got them from the farmer’s market, and I thought of you because–”

Chifuyu can’t help it. He hugs you tightly with one arm, making sure to keep the flowers out of squishable-reach.

“You’re the best. Like, actually the best.” He already knows the perfect place for them. He’ll split the bouquet in half, put one-half in a vase near his bedside table, the other on his dining table.

“It’s a bouquet of baby’s breath,” you continue, cheeks smushed into his chest. “I thought they’d look pretty in your apartment. Plus, they’re my favorite, and I wanted to give you something I love.”

Chifuyu doesn’t think you can make him any happier. Can you feel his heart? It’s so warm. Just for you. All for you.

“Let me return the favor, yeah?” He plucks a flower from the bouquet and nervously tucks it behind your ear. “I want to give something to the person I love.”

MITSUYA TAKASHI

“You sure know how to sweep a guy off his feet,” Mitsuya teases, holding the flowers close to his chest. “Really pulling out all the stops, too.”

It’s cute, watching you try to quell the embarrassment surely arising from his words. “No,” you try, putting on a brave face, “just wanted to do something nice. No big deal.”

“Ah,” Mitsuya grins, “that’s a shame. Was gonna ask you to dinner tomorrow night.”

You nearly whine, pressing your hands to your face. “Oh my god, you’re so–agh.”

“You see,” he continues, almost smugly, “there’s this person who just got me flowers. My favorite, actually. I really like them, but they just see me as a friend.”

He gently tilts your chin up, to face him. “Said they were just doing something nice, by giving me these flowers. But they’re so cute. Despite what they say, I’ve got a feeling they might like me back. Think I’ve still got a chance?”

Your mouth parts. You stare at him incredulously, then nod shakily. “I think you’ve always had a chance.”

Mitsuya can’t stop the smile that crosses his face. It’s bright, maybe a little too bright, but he can’t help it.

“Alright,” he says, and he’s amazed he’s still got his cool, because his heart feels like it’s about to fly out his chest, “tomorrow at five. I’ll pick you up.”

And before you leave, he’s running back to you, reaching for your hand. “Wait.”

The hopeful look you send him makes him flush, and he grins cheerfully. “I’ll be getting you flowers next time. Just you wait.”

SANZU HARUCHIYO

“Gotta throw these fucking weeds out, Haitani.” Sanzu picks up a bouquet on the center-table with two fingers. “Gross. Did Valentine's Day come early, or some shit?”

He doesn’t miss the deadpanned stare you send his way. “Haruchiyo, those are roses.”

“So? It’s July.”

Haitani Ran appears out of nowhere to snatch the bouquet from his grasp. “Get your fucking hands off,” he warns, “those are mine. Don’t touch what isn’t yours.”

“Sore spot?” Sanzu raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “Didn’t know you were such a sentimentalist.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ran glowers, clutching the roses possessively to his chest. “Get outta my sight.”

“You’ll regret that.” He steps toward Ran, only pausing when your hand tugs against his suit.

“C’mon,” you murmur. “He’s ugly. Isn't worth it.”

Sanzu’s hand immediately wraps around your waist, tugging you flush to him. “Let’s dip,” he mutters lowly into your ear, “Can’t stand him.”

Out in fresh air, he runs a hand through his hair. “What’s the big deal?” He turns to you. “Never thought he’d get so worked up over nothing.”

You sigh, reaching for his hand. “Should’ve done this sooner, huh?”

“Done what?” The look on his face nearly resembles a pout. “You know something I don’t? If you’re keeping secrets with Haitani, I won’t be happy.”

“So jealous,” you sigh, covering his eyes. “Don’t peek and wait here. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“Whatever,” Sanzu mutters, “just come back soon.” He watches you disappear into a shop, then waits outside, scuffing the sidewalk with the soles of his shoes.

You reappear in front of him with a giddy smile. “Look, aren’t these pretty?”

Sanzu blinks, bewildered at the bouquet of pink flowers in your hands. “What the hell is this?”

The laugh creases against your eyes. You swat him, lightly. “They’re peonies. Wanna know what they mean?”

“No.”

You tell him anyway. “Love, beauty, happiness.”

Sanzu scoffs, rolling his eyes. “You don’t need flowers to confirm that. I could’ve told you that myself.” He straightens up, tugging you closer to him. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” He flicks your cheek. “There. Next time you’re feeling sad, just ask.”

“No,” you laugh. You brush a lock of hair behind his ear. “Got these for you, baby.” The sweet look on your face makes him flush. “You’re beautiful and make me happy.”

Sanzu scowls. He snatches the flowers before you can finish, simultaneously wrapping his arm around your waist just so his face can’t be seen clearly by you.

“Let’s go,” he grumbles, “you’re the fucking worst.”

He doesn’t allow you to mention the bright blush lighting up his cheeks, or the stupid smile tugging at his lips as the two of you head home.

TACHIBANA NAOTO

Naoto sighs, eyes half-lid and exhausted. He leans back in his chair, loosely unbuttoning his collar with one hand as he thinks of the amount of overtime he plans to put in this week.

There’s still so much to cover, and with Takemichi wandering around somewhere in the past, Naoto needs to learn everything, just in case.

A knock sounds on his door.

Naoto barely reacts. “What is it?”

You peer through the door, eyes widening as you take in his appearance. “Sorry, am I bothering you?”

Naoto straightens back up, attentive. “Not at all.”

He glances at your state in concern. “It’s late. Go home. I told you to rest and take care of yourself.”

His words must ignite something in you, because you huff in irritation and walk straight to his desk. “You’re one to talk, Tachibana. You look like you’ll pass out on us anyday, now.”

Your check his forehead temperature, mutually concerned. “You’re burning up. Come on, go home.”

He blinks, stunned. “That’s not important.” But he can’t deny it; he’s softening into your touch. Your skin feels so cool against his. Relief he didn’t know he needed. Didn't know he wanted.

“Alright,” your face sets in determination. “I’ll go home when you go home.”

Naoto’s eyes widen. “No–”

“–yes. You’re sick, I’m telling you.” You shift, bashfully. “Anyway, I didn’t come here to nag you.”

With a breath for bravery and the sweetest smile tugging at your lips, you quickly push a bundle of flowers into his face. “For you!” you say, already on your way out. “Don’t work too hard, Tachibana.”

You got him flowers?

They’re gorgeous. Are they really … for him?

“Wait,” he starts, pushing past his desk to grab the sleeve of your wrist, “wait, please.” He holds the flowers gingerly, almost fearful he’ll do something wrong, hold them wrong, maybe? Is that a thing? He isn’t sure. “I appreciate it, but what for?”

“You’re always working so hard,” you murmur, clearly embarrassed, “so I wanted to get you something small. Don’t forget to take care of yourself, too.”

Naoto’s smiling. It starts in his eyes, but even he can’t help the expression from softening his normally heavy-set features. Do you realize you’ve mirrored his words? It’s sweet. Cute, even.

“Alright,” he says, eyes twinkling, “one hour. Get whatever you need done, and then we’re both going home.”

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fueledbysano · 2 years

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𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍? ♡

tr men as service doms fucking you in their favorite intimate positions

♱ ft. multiple characters

♱ content/warnings: MATURE. afab!reader, unprotected sex, oral/cunnilingus, breeding

˗ˏˋ THE SPEED BUMP

This position comes at hand especially during lazy mornings or nights, which happens pretty quite often. Your innocent cuddling session escalates into slow, sensual kisses with subtle grinding, and into something much more intimate once you lay on your stomach. He helps you tuck a pillow under your hips as he gets in place in between your legs, ridding of his boxers before pushing one grand thrust of his cock into your pussy. “A—ah!” Your tight walls accomodating his length could make him cum right then and there, so he stills for a moment, supporting himself with one hand on your hip and the other pinning your wrist onto the pillow. And to let him know you're ready, you push your hips to meet his, which immediately urged him to start plunging slow, deep strokes. The feeling of his tip nudging against a deep spot inside and your clit chafing against the pillow under your hips urged a loud whine from your throat, your fingers clenching even harder around his. “You love this position, don't you, baby?” He teases, struggling to speak in between heavy breaths, feeling himself get lost in your hole and how it pulled the most lewd moaning from him. “Babe, can't hold any long— er!” It was far too late when the pillow underneath was soon splashed by your squirt, producing louder wet squelching sounds from how harder he's continuing to plunge and abuse your overstimulated cunt. “It's okay, baby girl...” He babbled, shifting his arms around your torso before landing his hands on your breasts, “Here it comes, baby. Take it like a good girl.” He breathed out before shooting a thick load of cum deep inside of you, maintaining slow, shallow strokes to leave nothing leaking out.

Mikey, Koko, Kazutora, Takeomi, Shion

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˗ˏˋ SPOONING 69

You enjoy the closeness of spooning and the thrill of oral while your positioned on your sides, leg hoisted over one another's shoulder while pleasuring each other's sexes. “Stay still, baby, stay still.” He pulls away from your pussy for a moment before diving back in, treating it with delicate licks and slurp whilst hollowing your cheeks around his thick cock. “Baby girlll...” He whines out, bracing his arms harder around your thighs. You hummed in response, going all-out for a deepthroat while you clawed on his thighs. “Mhmmmm, love that lovely throat of yours and this pretty pussy.” He babbled, brushing his fingers over your leg and then to the back of your knee. “This position feels too good, doesn't it, baby?” He asks before flicking his tongue over your clit, sending you to whine around his cock. “I don't wanna cum just yet.” He grunts, now licking slow, long strides over your slit. “Babe, please,” You whimper out, withrawing from his length to tease just the tip, your hand jerking his veiny shaft. “Wish I could see you right now,” He says, now inserting two fingers into your hole. “Mghhmm!” your legs started to feel numb, and tension building up in your core. “Fuck my face, babe.” You spat out, and he was thrusting into your throat in no time, and hitting the back of your throat. Soon enough, you're cumming all over his tongue and him down your throat.

Sanzu, Wakasa, Hakkai, Rindou

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˗ˏˋ LOTUS POSITION

His previous rough and deep thrusts relaxes into rather gentle ruts, plunging your body deeper onto sheets. You already know what's happening next once his arms scoop your upper body towards his, now putting the both of you into a sitting position with his cock still tucked deep in you. “Ouuuhmmmm—” You hum in profound satisfaction once he links your legs around his hips, penetrating further up against your puffy g-spot, causing you to shift and squirm in his touch. “It's okay, baby, you're doing so good. Behave for me, pretty girl.” He fluttered soft kisses on your clavicle in attempts to relax your body, releasing the tension from your bones to help you find comfort in your current position. “That's it, baby, what a good girl you are....” He uttered, starting to carefully rut his hips upwards. You were soon being bounced on his length with the help of his strong thighs and arms, his head buried in between your breasts and heavily grunting against your moist skin. “Love...” You call out, hands over his shoulders for support and your eyes fluttering shut in immense pleasure. “Darling...” He responds, tracing his hands over the curve of your back and lifting his head to yours for a steamy kiss. He loves this position in a way that he could roam his hands over your body, lock your lips with such comfort and easy, all while his cock is hitting the best places inside of you. It's an incredible way to heighten your connection and arousal, which always lead you to the most earth-shattering orgasms of your sex life.

Draken, Mitsuya, Kakucho, Taiju, Benkei, Naoto

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˗ˏˋ MATING PRESS

There’s nothing more intimate than face-to-face, slow, deep penetration sex, and this position just may be perfect for both of your likings. “Fuuuuck yess...” He's a pussy drunk man starving to drill deeper into you, so he wouldn't pass up on putting you into a mating press when he wanted, craving for the deep insides of your cunt as his hips slammed hard against your thighs. “Lift you legs up, honey.” You obliged, hoisting your calves over his shoulders. He let out a grunt once the base of his cock slapped against your ass, eliciting a long whimper from you as well. The further he plunged into your pussy, the louder the skin clapping sounds grew, blending with your synched grunts and pants. His free hand made its way to yours, locking it in his touch as it sunk further into the mattress with every thrust. “Mmmhmmmm!” You cried out, toes curling from feeling his tip nudge a deep spot inside of you which made you clench around his shaft at the same time. “I love it when you squeeze me like that...” He chuckled, rewarding your leg with kisses. “Oh my god,” His hair curtains your faces once he leans forward in attempts for a kiss, locking your lips for a hot, wet exchange. “This is bad, I'm gonna cum soon.” He grunts, no longer able to hold his load in from how hard you've been clenching. “I'm close too.” You panted out, letting your face fall to the side to bite on your finger. “Look at me,” Eyes half-lifded, you didn't even notice his free hand making its way in between your bodies to push and rub against your swollen clit. And that was your cue to scream his name, your legs tensing over his shoulders as your orgasm washed over. He soon emptied his load inside you, careful to pull out and watch the cum spill out before pushing it in with his fingers.

Hanma, Izana, Smiley, Kisaki, Ran

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˗ˏˋ SPOONING

He loves how the position allows him to do so many things all while getting your whole body all to himself. You should be busy in the morning, but leaving his arms feels very guilting. “Five more minutes” turns to “ten” until you're both now stripped of your night clothes and his hands are groping you from behind on every place he can. “I'm gonna put it in, tell me if it's too much.” You nod in response, letting him push his morning hard-on from behind. His breath hot against your ear, you couldn't help but shiver from the feeling of his cock invading your walls and the warmth of his mouth. “I'm all the way in.” He carefully pushes one of your leg for better access and then starting to plunge in your pussy. You gasp from the feeling, throwing your head over his shoulder as he provided your neck and jaw with kisses. You blindly reached for his hand as you continue to let him hit from behind, letting out breathy cries of your own. “Darling, just hold on to my hand.” He informed before bending hid leg up, now hitting your spot from a more pleasurable angle. Your grip on his hand tightened and your breath became more unstable by the passing minutes. “Look at me, baby.” He demands, and you oblige in an instant, meeting his soft lips against yours. “Close, close close! Ah—” His fingers pushing against your clit was the last straw, now sending you iver the edge as he emptied himself inside of you, turning the both of you into panting messes.

Chifuyu, Shinichiro, Inupi, Angry, Takemichi

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🔖; @tokyometronetwork

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ze-maki-nin · 1 year

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ. . .

Please do not repost my work/ideas on other websites!

N/A | I decided to do the ‘they’re the type to’ things with the Tokyo Rev characters cause ✨yes✨

Reader | They/Them but in 2nd POV so You/Your

Hinata Tachibana is the type to buy sweets before she comes home so she can spend the rest of the evening with you cuddling on the couch while watching your guys favorite show

Emma Sano is the type to think of you whenever she’s out with the other girls as they shop, go to a cafe, etc. if she sees something she thinks you might like, or it reminds her of you, she’ll take a look at it and possibly buy it

Mikey Sano is the type to be picky on what he eats unless it’s his favorite, however if you made him something then he’d be over the moon happy and eat every last crumb, no matter how good or bad it tastes

Naoto Tachibana is the type to hate physical contact and touching anything remotely dirty, however he makes an exception specifically for you, allowing you to hug him and hold his hand without needing to spray you down with disinfectant first

Ken 'Draken' Ryuguji is the type to buy you a single flower before he comes home from anywhere, it can be a rose or a tulip, he doesn’t know much about flowers but the nice old lady he buys them from helps him choose

Keisuke Baji is the type to be protective of his hair, not letting anyone touch it, no matter how close I’d friends they are, however he would let you touch or play with his hair in a heartbeat if you asked

Takashi Mitsuya is the type to unconsciously make his practice/demo clothes in your size so you can try them on, he usually makes them in whatever size he thinks would fit a mannequin he has but he’s started to make them in your size so you can model them for him

Nahoya 'Smiley' Kawata is the type to be passive aggressive and a bit rude/blunt to literally everyone that he meets, however when around you hes more sweet and sugar coats his words a bit to lessen the blow of some bad news, he doesn’t want to unintentionally hurt your feelings

Souya 'Angry' Kawata is the type to be a bit loud and rude like his brother to protect himself, hiding his real self however when we around you this facade cracks a bit and he becomes more quiet and shy, he’s sweet and likes to just sit with you

Chifuyu Matsuno is the type to hide the fact that he likes soft and cute things cause he wants to be seen as ‘manly’ and strong and not ‘weak’ however he can’t help but fawn over the cutesy things when around you as you two look at photos/videos or passing by a shop making him a bit embarrassed

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ruinie · 1 year

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Takemichi Lets It Slip That the Two of You Are Married in the Future PT. 3

Characters Included: Souya Kawata, Nahoya Kawata, and Naoto Tachibana

Summary: After Takemichi discovers that the two of you are happily married in the future, he ends up accidentally revealing the fact to your past selves.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

⊱ ─────── 《∘◦♡◦∘》 ──────── ⊰

Souya “Angry” Kawata

✿ Takemichi was looking for Hina after visiting with a few people, and when he finally caught sight of her, he saw she was talking with you. Before he could fully approach you, you were already off.

✿ “Heya, Takemitchy!” You sent him a friendly smile and waved as you passed him, before calling back to Hina, “I’ll be back in a second!”

✿ As you waved to him, he couldn't help but notice the small shimmer of the ring on your finger that reflected with the light coming from the window. He watched for a second as you bounded away, walking with a little spring in your step, before turning back to Hina.

✿ “[Name]’s still pretty lively, huh?” He laughed, and Hina nodded with a small giggle.

✿ “We were just talking about the wedding. I was asking them who they’d gone to for the flowers at their wedding.” Hina explained, “They were so pretty, I was curious.”

✿ So it was a wedding ring!

✿ “[Name]’s married?!” Takemichi would ask excitedly, “That’s awesome! To who?”

✿ Takemichi was ecstatic at the news. Even though he hadn’t known you especially well or long in the past, from what little he did interact with you he knew you to be a kind and compassionate person. He was happy for you, and maybe while it may not be his place, a part of him was secretly optimistic that Hina would say a certain name.

✿ Hina just smiled, pointing to something behind him. When he turned, he could see you talking to both Kawata twins, and Takemichi couldn’t stop from thinking that this was either about to be the plot twist of the century for him or that what he was hoping for was a reality.

✿ Then you linked your arm around Souya’s grinning up at his older brother and saying something that Takemichi couldn’t quite make out. The expression on Souya’s face was… surprisingly soft as he looked down at you.

✿ “So they did end up together…” Takemichi smiled fondly as he watched the two of you.

✿ He thought back to the conflict with Tenjiku, how you sprinted up to him despite how injured you were, cheerfully chirping “Woah! What was that…?! You’re amazing, Angry-kun!”

✿ And the days following the battle, you stayed beside the boy as he recovered from the injuries he sustained during his fight with the Haitani brothers, something that Nahoya surely teased you over.

✿ Takemichi remembered how pink dusted Angry’s cheeks despite his permanent scowl, reassuring you that he was fine and trying to encourage you to take care of your own injuries.

✿ It was nice to see you two ended up together twelve years later.

✿ “Their wedding was about five months ago. [Name] has also been a huge help to Yumi and me, so make sure to thank them.” Hina stated, causing Takemichi to nod, snapping out of his thoughts.

✿ “I’m stealing my husband for a second.” You spoke up to the older Kawata, eyes twinkling mischievously as you began to lightly tug Souya towards the soon-to-be-married couple, greeting the two of them politely.

✿ The four of you were chatting for a while, talking about Pah’s wedding and Takemichi asking of course asking how the married life is treating the two of you, flustering Souya a bit.

✿ “It’s been great… I couldn’t be happier.” Souya answered gently, and Takemichi smiled at his answer.

✿ “Oh, and [Name], thanks for all your help… with everything.” Takemichi still wasn’t exactly sure what you’d been helping Hina with, but he wanted to thank you like she’d told him to.

✿ “Hina was a huge help to us, too. It’s no big deal.” You smiled, leaning your head slightly against your husband’s shoulder, “Soon enough we’ll get to ask you the same question, right?”

✿ It was his turn to be flustered, but he laughed despite it. He was just happy to be able to have this conversation, to be able to smile and laugh in the future like this. It felt peaceful.

✿ He later found out when Nahoya was lightheartedly teasing his brother that you would sometimes volunteer and helped out as a waitress at their restaurant when you had a day off. When they first started it up, you were in there every day, but Souya was so insistent that you didn’t have to strain yourself like that. Nahoya missed his free helper, but you still stopped by for lunch almost every day.

✿ Nahoya said it was like the two of you couldn’t get enough of each other, even though you’ve been together for eleven years now.

✿ Despite the older Kawata brother’s teasing tone, Takemichi thought that the smile he wore looked a bit lighter than his usual grin… it was a genuine smile.

✿ He could picture it. You sitting at the bar on your break, enjoying ramen that your husband made as the two of you talk about how your days were going so far, the interaction energizing the both of you enough to finish the second half until you were able to return home to one another. Yeah… you two were a good match.

—–

✿ After losing Draken and waking up in the hospital, he didn’t want to get anyone else involved in his mission to save Mikey. His mission robbed Draken of the future he’d witnessed, and his resolve would strengthen when his eyes landed on you and Souya.

✿ The two of you were happily married in the future. The two of you would have been dating for about a year now, completely unaware of just how bright your futures were, willing to help him, but… He didn’t want to rob the two of you of that too.

✿ Hina set brought him back up and set him straight later, but those had been his thoughts at the moment.

✿ After the date was set for the battle between the Tokyo Manji Gang and the Kanto Manji Gang, all you could do was wait for the day to come. Tensions and nerves were high, but everyone was ready to fight as hard as they could to win.

✿You and Souya were no different. You both wanted to take Mikey back, neither of you wanting him to continue down this dark path he was on. Though, it was strange to wear your Toman uniforms again.

✿ Takemichi happened upon the two of you while you were discussing the upcoming fight, though you hadn’t noticed his presence. You were admittedly nervous about it, after hearing what went down during the Battle of Three Deities.

✿ Souya nodded, he understood your worries, and he gently stated that you didn’t have to fight in this battle, but you were determined to do your part in this.

✿ Souya just wanted you to be safe, but he would never discourage you from doing what you felt was right. But he hated seeing you so nervous about these things. He wanted to comfort you as best he could.

✿ He would place a chaste kiss on your cheek, promising you that he would protect you. Everything would work out for the best. Everyone was going to give it their absolute most.

✿ It was a few moments later that you noticed Takemichi, calling out to him after that intimate moment between you and your boyfriend.

✿ Takemichi would greet the two of you somewhat nervously, hoping he hadn’t gotten caught watching the two of you… but it was sweet seeing both of you in the past like this after meeting your married future selves. Smiley was right… nothing had changed in how you looked at each other.

✿ If you had noticed his spying, you didn’t mention it at least. Instead, you declared your resolve to him, saying when the fight came down, he could count on the two of you, leader!

✿ Perhaps he would have felt taken aback if not spurred on by the determination in both your and Souya’s eyes as you spoke. He thanked both of you for returning to Toman for this fight. He wouldn’t let anyone else die, and he wouldn’t let Mikey lose to his darkness.

✿ “And once we beat down Mikey here, he’ll be able to attend your wedding in the future!” Takemichi spoke confidently, maybe a bit too confidently as he completely spilled the beans to the two of you.

✿ “eH?!” You exclaimed, eyes widening and cheeks warming at his sudden words.

✿ “Huh…?” Souya’s eyes would also widen, pink dusting his cheeks at the idea.

✿ “You two… will definitely get married, I’m sure of it!” He couldn’t backpedal, so he just hit the gas even more on his statement. Neither of you was aware of his time-leaping ability, thus you weren’t aware of just how true his words were.

✿ After a moment, Souya would nod, as if confirming his words. You felt like you were gonna float away like a hot-air balloon. But… your heart pounded in your chest. It sounded like a good future… one you could long for and one day achieve.

✿ “Right. Once we win… and in the future.” Souya nodded again, more firmly towards Takemichi, though his face was slowly turning redder.

✿ He knew what he wanted in the future. As embarrassing as it was to hear it from someone else out loud, he’d accepted what he wanted two years ago. He wanted to work a legitimate job with his older brother and marry the love of his life. And he wanted Mikey to see it too.

⊱ ─────── 《∘◦♡◦∘》 ──────── ⊰

Nahoya “Smiley” Kawata

✿ Takemichi was enjoying the celebration, and when everyone sat down to eat, he looked around slightly, just taking in the scene. Having everyone gathered like this for Pah’s wedding… he felt really calm, though he wished Mikey could’ve attended.

✿ Something then caught his eyes, and he found his attention on where you and Nahoya sat. It wasn’t a rare sight that the two of you were together, but he found himself curious if your relationship was still the same after 12 years.

✿ Just as he was about to focus his attention elsewhere, he saw Nahoya tap your shoulder to get your attention. When you turned, the older man pushed some food against your lips, trying to get you to try it. You narrowed your eyes, opening your mouth to take it, and shooting daggers at him while he laughed.

✿ Takemichi let out a small laugh. Nope, looks like nothing has changed at all between the two of you. That was good.

✿ But before you could grab your napkin to wipe your lips, Takemichi witnessed Nahoya lean forward pressing his lips against yours before pulling away.

✿ Oh.

✿ Takemichi supposed he shouldn’t be that surprised by this outcome… even if the two of you always seemed at odds in the past, he knew the two of you still cared for each other a great deal.

✿ He saw the two of you next to each other fairly often in the past; whether it was at Toman meetings or in a more casual setting, he saw you and Nahoya together more often than not. You were even walking around with him and Mucho on New Year's Eve.

✿ He noticed how the older boy seemed to enjoy teasing you, and how you always seemed to respond negatively to that attention. Takemichi never understood why you stuck so close to him if he picked on you and annoyed you so much.

✿ But then he’d seen how distraught you’d been when Nahoya was hospitalized before the big fight with Tenjiku. There hadn’t been a single trace of your usual annoyance towards the older Kawata twin, only pure concern and worry for his well-being.

✿ That was when Takemichi realized how much you actually seemed to care for Smiley.

✿ And now the two of you were together twelve years in the future. It was fitting.

✿ A few days later everyone was gathered to dig up the time capsule they buried all those years ago. It seemed enough time passed that everyone had forgotten just what it was they’d placed in the box.

✿ Nahoya would blush slightly when he read his letter to himself and you found yourself giggling a bit at his past self.

✿ “You’re popular with [Name], at least.” Chifuyu spoke up with a chuckle, “Sometimes, at least.”

✿ “A host, hm?” You quipped teasingly. It was rare that you were on this end of the picking.

✿ You shook your head with a smile as you unfolded your own letter, grip tightening on the paper as you read further. You could feel your cheeks warming up. Oh no…

✿ “Oh, what is it?” Your husband asked looking over as if he could sense your embarrassment, and you held the letter to your chest, quickly replying ‘nothing!’

✿ “Lemme see,” He leaned over you, letting out a menacing chuckle as he gently took the paper from your hands, eyes scanning over the words.

✿ He read over the letter, the first half dedicated to what you wanted from the future in ways of a career, but it got juicier the closer to the bottom he got, and his grin only grew larger when he saw his name pop up.

✿ You addressed yourself in the letter saying that you wonder if you’re still letting Nahoya “bully” you like usual, saying that you better be standing up to him more! You can’t let him hover over you just because you like him. You also hope that he’s staying out of trouble.

✿ “I hope we’re able to have a more gentle, loving relationship in the future.” He read the final line before looking over at you with a playful grin, “Oh, you liiiiike me.”

✿ “We’re literally married.”

✿ “Yeah, but you like me.”

✿ Takemichi chuckled at the scene. In a lot of ways, it was like the two of you hadn’t changed, but he could tell by the small twinkle in your eyes and the softness in your expression that you both really were happy being together.

—–

✿ Takemichi dismissed the first meeting of the 2nd Gen Tokyo Manji Gang, watching as most dispersed but some stayed around to talk further, whether it was to discuss the conflict with the Kanto Manji gang more or just chat for a bit before going home.

✿ You were talking with Senju for a few minutes, but once you said your goodbyes, Takemichi spotted you next to the Kawata twins. His heartbeat was finally starting to slow down from standing in front of everyone like that. He was glad to see everyone gathered again, mirroring his determination right back at him.

✿ He saw Nahoya reach out to place a hand on your head, ruffling your hair significantly. You jumped back like a cat, scowling at the boy who just laughed at you.

✿ Nahoya really was fond of you, he just couldn’t help but express it with teasing. How could he resist when you gave the cutest reactions? He adored you, though it may not always come across that way to you.

✿ It wasn’t like your interactions were solely him picking at you, it was just that’s all Takemichi happened to see most of the time. And a small part of you didn’t really mind it… most of the time. Something drew you to the older Kawata twin, and he could be surprisingly gentle at times. That gentleness was more often than not reserved for his brother, but he sometimes offered you the same softness… after teasing you mercilessly.

✿ Takemichi walked up to the three of you, greeting you and thanking you for being there tonight. The four of you would chat back and forth for a while, and the twins would catch Takemichi up on what they’d been up to since the 1st Gen of Toman disbanded. None of you could have expected that this would be happening two years ago…

✿ As you spoke, standing next to Nahoya, Takemichi wondered if the two of you were dating yet. He knew from your time capsule at least that you had feelings for him right now, but neither of you mentioned being in a relationship… His eyes would dart back between the two of you as he stared.

✿ “Whatchya starin’ at?” Nahoya would ask, causing the boy to laugh nervously. He’d been caught.

✿ “Ah, well, I was just wondering…” He trailed off, trying to figure out how to word his question. He decided to just go for it, “[Name], Smiley-kun, are you two… uh, y’know…”

✿ “Huh?!” You were the first to realize what he was insinuating, cheeks beginning to burn a bit, “Like hell!”

✿ So you weren’t… oops…

✿ “What’s with that reaction? You could do way worse, missy.” Nahoya grinned, but he did seem genuinely offended by your statement.

✿ You huffed, turning your head away from the boy. You thought to shoot back that you couldn’t do worse or that you could do way better, but… you didn’t want to say that to him.

✿ “Ohhh, you’re embarrassed! I get it!” The orange-haired twin teased, despite the fact that the question likely made him feel just as warm.

✿ Takemichi laughed; he couldn’t help it. Knowing that you two were going to be married ten years from now... yet here you acting as if dating was the worst thing in the world.

✿ He wished you would open up your feelings more, but he guessed it was difficult when Smiley teased you as much as he did. Nahoya could stand to be nicer to his future spouse. But… there was probably more there than what could be seen from the outside.

✿ “What’s so funny?” Souya would ask curiously.

✿ “It’s just those two are gonna get married in the future—!” Takemichi tried to catch himself but was too late as you, Souya, and Nahoya were all looking at him, and he could’ve sworn he saw Nahoya’s smile wavered for a moment, trading it out for a brief look of shock.

✿ “If you keep jokin’ about that I’ll have to kill ya, Leader!” Nahoya’s grin returned to his face despite his threat.

✿ Nahoya's heart was going buh-dum buh-dum like crazy in his chest, but you wouldn’t know it from the look on his face. If you looked real close though, you would see the slight reddening of his cheeks.

✿“Right, sorry, don’t mind me!” Luckily it was just taken as some teasing on Takemichi’s part, but from the way you two reacted, he was sure even now that it wasn’t just you. You both liked each other, it was just to see who would gather the courage to confess first.

⊱ ─────── 《∘◦♡◦∘》 ──────── ⊰

Naoto Tachibana

✿ The wedding celebration was beginning to draw to a close, and Takemichi happened to catch you and Naoto chatting towards the entrance. He’d greeted you both separately after he was zapped to his present, but had yet to get the chance to talk to the two of you together.

✿ As he’s approaching, he witnesses Naoto lean in closer as you whisper something in his ear. The younger man looked at you before smiling, murmuring something back to you before brushing a stray hair out of your face.

✿ Woah, that was a more affectionate display than what he was used to from the two of you. Then again, he wasn’t really used to seeing either of your future selves in a casual setting like this.

✿ “Naoto, [Name]-chan,” Takemichi greeted and the two of you turned to him with a smile.

✿ As he chatted with the two of you, he couldn’t help but notice how you stood next to Naoto, closer than you had in previous futures, and thinks back to those interactions, and then what he’d caught earlier. He chuckles, “You two sure have gotten close, huh?”

✿ “I would be close to my wife.” Naoto’s response was flat, but he gave a short, airly laugh, “There were more than a few changes for the better this time around, huh?”

✿ “eh…?” It was the calm before the storm.

✿ “WIFE?! Naoto, you got married…?! ” Takemichi would exclaim before something else dawned on him, “Before me and Hina?!!”

✿ “This isn’t exactly news now, is it, Takemichi?” You questioned, laughing lightly as you stood next to your husband, “We’ve been married for over two years now. We live together, too, remember?”

✿ TWO YEARS?!

✿ “Naoto, what the hell, man?” He’s holding onto the younger man’s shoulders, dramatic tears in his eyes, “How could you betray me like this…?” He’s mostly joking, though the tiniest part of him would feel a little betrayed at the idea of Hina’s younger brother actually getting married before them.

✿ But whatever small part of him felt betrayed was completely and utterly beaten out by how happy he was to see Naoto alive and happy.

✿ Takemichi wasn’t especially close to you in the past. You were one of Hina’s friends, so he saw you often enough; you’d talked a handful of times even, but it was really only when he barged in on you spending time with your friend.

✿ You were next to Naoto in every future timeline, though you’d always been kept in the dark about time-leaping. It always seemed like you just trusted that whatever Naoto was doing was for the best, never really questioning Takemichi’s involvement in the case.

✿ You’d been just as determined to bring Hina’s killers to justice as Naoto and Takemichi were to save her. You ended up becoming somewhat like Naoto’s assistant, and it seems like in a timeline where Hina’s safety was ensured, your relationship was able to evolve even further.

✿ You shake your head, amused by his antics. Your sister-in-law’s fiance sure could be weird sometimes. It was like he didn’t know he was getting married in three months too. Sure, you and Naoto hadn’t been dating for as long as Hina and Takemichi, but they’d been weirdly insistent on the wedding being sometime this year.

✿ “Congratulations, you two. I’m really happy for you!” Takemichi would then say after letting go of Naoto, his eyes slightly welled with joyous tears.

✿ And now he was congratulating you for being married two years after your wedding… maybe he was drunk..? Still, though, Takemichi was a kind guy.

✿ You smiled, “Thanks, Takemichi.”

✿ Since Naoto was the trigger, he could remember the previous timelines, but unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said for you.

✿ Naoto was a little shocked initially at the timeline change, as he often was. The memories had suddenly hit him of being married to you in this timeline and clashed against the professional relationship he held with you in the previous ones. His feelings remained the same in every one of them; he knew he cared for you even then, but there’d been so much at stake… He never did give himself the chance to indulge in those feelings. Even though he’d had a crush on you for a long time.

✿ “Takemichi, there you are,” It was Hina, smiling as she strolled over to him, then turning to greet her brother and you, “Naoto, [Name], were you about to leave?”

✿ “Not quite yet, [Name] wanted to wait to get a chance to speak with the bride and groom one more time before we headed out,” Naoto answered, and you nodded in confirmation. Hina smiles saying she was thinking the same, they can wait til they get a chance together.

✿ Takemichi would need a minute to just soak in the sight in front of him. He still felt like sometimes he would wake up and everything would fall away from him, but he really was standing here with everyone… with the three of you. You and Naoto were married, and he and Hina were together, both of them were alive and safe.

—–

✿ Naoto wasn’t the trigger anymore…

✿ Takemichi decided on walking Hina home after school, though when he approached her, you and his girlfriend were chatting away while Naoto walked slightly behind the two of you. Naoto occasionally added to the conversation when prompted, but mostly just listened as you and his sister talked.

✿ When Takemichi joined, you started kinda hanging to the back a little too, talking with Naoto while he got to chat with Hina.

✿ He rarely saw the two of you interact in the past, so he was actually really curious about what you two were talking about, and began listening in on your conversation.

✿ Somehow your conversation had devolved into talk of a supposedly haunted tunnel where the whispers of the deceased could be heard by those who entered it.

✿ What the hell?! Why were the two of you talking about something so morbid…?!

✿ Naoto had read multiple articles on the tunnel, and you’d stumbled upon the stories when you were looking up haunted places in Japan. It seemed you two shared a common interest.

✿ He looked at Hina, who seemed equally sketched out by the conversation, but she just smiled and shook her head. The two of you have been getting along really well lately. It made her happy!

✿ He and Hina would be having their own conversation, but when Hina grabbed his hand, Naoto would make a comment about the two of them flirting in front of him again. It was only made worse when you nodded.

✿ “You two have been flirting a little too, haven’t you?” Takemichi would decide to tease the boy a bit. He always said the smallest interactions between him and Hina were flirting, and he wanted to get back at him. He then remembered the future he’d been in and huffed, “Enough to get married before us, in fact, you traitor.”

✿ Hina gasped at his words, knowing the meaning behind them fully. Even Naoto blushed a bit, thinking back to Takemichi talking about the future two years ago… if he was saying this now…

✿ Meanwhile, you’re completely in the dark about what he just said, so you tilt your head as you look ahead at him.

✿ “What are you talking about? ‘Married before us’?” You questioned, giving Takemichi a confused look.

✿ “Ah, well, just forget that [Name]-chan, I was just teasing Naoto… haha!” Takemichi would laugh nervously, and Hina would turn to him, the look in her eyes saying 'tell me more later!'.

✿ You pursed your lips before looking over at Naoto, who was stuck thinking about what Takemichi just said… was he really married to you in the future? His sister’s friend…? He’s never minded your company, and lately, he’s even found himself looking forward to whenever you’d walk home with Hina or stay over a few hours after school… but still..

✿ Takemichi said a lot of weird things… you’d never understand that guy. You really couldn’t imagine yourself married to your friend’s younger brother. You liked Naoto, sure, but he didn’t really seem like the type who was interested in dating. You did enjoy talking with him lately though… you had a bit in common, and there were times when Hina would leave the two of you alone for a few minutes and you’d chat together…

✿ Neither of you got it, really. Though you both felt a bit of warmth creeping at you at the implications.

✿ Maybe it was just one of those things that would make more sense in the future?

#souya kawata #nahoya kawata #naoto tachibana #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers headcanons #souya x reader #nahoya x reader #naoto x reader #souya headcanons #nahoya headcanons #naoto headcanons #request

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insensity · 2 years

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Imagine your man so obsess with your pussy and accidentally bites your pussy while going down on you

hanma, kyotani, terushima, south, baji, naoto, chifuyu, finn

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pfpanimes · 5 months

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⌕ tokyo revengers - naoto tachibana.

like or reblog if you save/use.

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souyasbabyy · 2 years

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your instagram while dating naoto

for that anon that asked it, i never wrote or did anything for/with naoto so here it is, i did adult naoto, for obvious reasons. also to everyone, my requests are open so tell me there which characters you want me to do it for, not in the comments, it's easier for me, thanks, love u <3

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y/n: he's late but he looks too good for me to wake him up

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matsunooo: loosing his job for love

└ y/n: i was joking it's his day off 💀

takemichioff: no mercy, JUMP ON HIM

└ nao_o: i'll kill you

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y/n: my boyfriend >>> yours

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HINAHINA: naoto, you better not break her heart

└ nao_o: wtf? why would i?

└ HINAHINA: i'm just warning you 🔫

shiba_yzh: get you all a bf like him

└ y/n: theres no one like him though

└ shiba_yzh: 🤢

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y/n: best date of my life

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sano_em: OMG HAVE YOU SEEN THE SHARKS

└ y/n: I DID THEY WERE SO CUTE

akkun_snd: are you paying a photographer to follow you everywhere?

└ y/n: LAZKJFOIDH NO

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y/n: holidays baby!!

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sano_em:- the pictures are so pretty y/n wtf

└ y/n: right!!! the first one was taken by a lady and she said we were cute 🥺

└ sano_em: anww

HINAHINA: can't wait to see you two again

└ y/n: <3

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y/n: she stole my bff

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nao_o: stop being jealous of a cat

└ y/n: 😔

yamagishii: how could he do that to you?

└ y/n: i'm heart broken 😢😔💔

└ nao_o: babe stop lmao

#mel 🌻#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagine #tokyo revengers headcanon #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers smau #naoto tachibana #naoto x reader #naoto imagine #naoto headcanons #naoto smau #tokyorev x reader #hina tachibana #takemichi hanagaki #emma sano #mizo middle #yuzuha shiba

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idesireelysian · 1 year

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discovering their gun kink

how i think you would discover tokrev men’s gun kinks

characters: sanzu, naoto, mikey

wordcount: 0.6k

cw/tw: gn!reader, guns, gun kink, pet names (once; baby), slight talk of kink, suggestive but not nsfw, you can interpret this as a romantic relationship qpr fwbs etc tried to keep it ambigous but what’s established is that you’re fucking

☆—`sanzu

he’s known about his gun kink for a while now

has even lived out the fantasy with someone before you two started fucking

so he’s wanted to tell you for a while

he’s not insecure or embarassed about it at all but communication is kind of hard for him, which is why he thought he could maybe just hint at it. which didn’t work at all

one day, the two of you are on a party hosted by the haitani brothers

somehow, you end up playing truth or dare, and sanzu gets asked what one of his biggest kinks is

he admits that he has a gun kink

later, when you’re in private, you tell him that you’re surprised but certainly open to try it out sometime

he grabs your face and hungrily kisses you right then & there.

☆—`naoto

he hasn’t discovered his gun kink yet.

as a detective, he has his own gun. he decides to show it to you one day because you seemed interested

he lets you hold it and all that, but he unloaded it beforehand for safety

so you jokingly point it at him, slowly drawing closer

naoto doesn’t react at all, which is why you decide to only stop walking right in front of him. you lay a hand on his nape and hold the gun to his temple

so close to him, you can see a blush spread from his cheeks all the way up to his ears

he stays still, no signs of moving away. ,,y/n, can you put the gun down, please?’’, he asks, voice raspy

you do as you’re told, lowering your hand with the gun. ,,why’s that, though? i can see that you’re enjoying it, you know...’’

,,i just- i didn’t expect to get turned on by being held at gunpoint’’, he admits, not looking into your eyes

,,oh? if you want to, we can explore your newly discovered kink’’, you offer and smile

his blush gets even darker, and he nods. ,,please put it back on my temple’’, he asks shyly

,,of course, baby.’’ you shove him against the nearest wall and comply.

☆—`mikey

i feel like he straight up tells you tbh

you’re coming home after work, and see him standing in the kitchen, reaching for his beloved taiyaki

obviously, you decide to sneak up on him and hug him from behind. it earns you a surprised yelp

,,y/n! now you made me drop my food..’’, he complains, but doesn’t make any attempts to leave your grasp and pick it up again

,,yeah, yeah, love you too.’’ you roll your eyes, though can’t help to smile

mikey leans back into your touch, tilting his head back to look at your face

you gently kiss his forehead

,,more..?’’, he asks, and grins

you like kissing him anyway, so you comply, spinning him around to face you first

he immediately leans in to kiss your lips, trying not to smile too much to ruin it

after a few kisses, it starts to get more and more heated, and mikey’s clinging to your body, trying to find naked skin

you shove him against the counter, taiyaki long forgotten

,,y/n? could we.. try something a little more extreme today, maybe?’’, he asks against your lips

,,like what, exactly?’’

,,well, you know. i have a sort of gun kink..’’, he admits, looking right into your eyes. he isn’t ashamed of it

,,hm... sure, if you’d like that!’’ you smile, and cup his cheeks, pulling him into another passionate kiss.

#tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #mikey #sano manjiro #sanzu haruchiyo #naoto tachibana #mikey x reader #mikey x you #sanzu x reader #sanzu x you #naoto x reader #naoto x you #tw gun #have the most self indulgent hcs i could possibly write #remind me to never directly write on tumlr in mobile again bc you can’t copy shit so i had to count the words by hand.#suddenly got hyperfixated on writing x reader stuff instead of normal fics like i usually do ??#idk. might post more in a few days might not idfk how my adhd brain works #i really wanna write smth for kisaki rn tho i just need a good idea

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nian-7 · 1 year

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Hi!

Big fan of your works here again :)

What about a step-father TR x reader scenario? Like who do you think would be a good step-father (or a father who stepped up) and some cute moment with the kid or parent of the child?

Thank you for all your hard work and amazing content!

it's no problem, please enjoy!

Tokyo Revengers x gn!reader

✧type of step father they'd be

✧fluff

They're honestly the best you could ask for. They love your child as if it was their own. Sometimes spoiling them (shhh! you're not supposed to know!) and always giving them the love they deserve. The unconditional love they give your child makes it seem like this was how it was meant to be all along.

-Chifuyu, Takemichi, Kazutora, Mitsuya, Shinichiro, Draken

A strict father yes but, is your child safe? 100%. Never would let any harm come their way. Your child is having trouble with bullies at school? They'll take one look at him and second guess it. Obviously, he wouldn't take it as far as to use violence (unless it was absolutely necassary), he know's his limits (most times).

-Draken, Kazutora, Mikey, Ran, Baji

Another strict father but, he protects your child in another way. Yes, he can be strict about curfew or having their homework done but, he really does love them! He wouldn't resort to protecting them physically but, will stand up for them if needed. His strictness is just showing that he wants them to be safe!

-Naoto, Inui

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

#mikey x reader #mikey sano #chifuyu matsuno x reader #chifuyu x reader #takemichi x reader #kazutora x reader #shinichiro x reader #mitsuya x reader #draken x reader #ran x reader #baji x reader #naoto x reader #x reader #nian-anon #fluff #gender neutral reader #tokyo revengers

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frickingnerd · 3 months

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ice cream dates with naoto

pairing: naoto shirogane x gn!reader

tags: implied dating, fluff

naoto never sticks to one flavor of ice cream or one topping!

each time you go to eat ice cream with her, she has a new combination – strawberry flavor with sprinkles, cookie flavor and chocolate sauce or cucumber and lime flavor with mint leafs on top!

naoto likes to try out new things, but she also sees this as an obligation due to her occupation as a detective!

as a detective, she needs to gather as much knowledge as possible, even about the most obscure things

and that obscure knowledge includes ice cream! she needs to know how they all taste, including in combination with different topping, in case it ever becomes relevant for a case

you might think she's joking at first and laugh about it, but naoto genuinely means it!

knowledge is power and she'll need it if she wants to make it far as a detective!

though for now, she still has a few more flavors and combinations to try, so it seems like the two of you need to go on yet another ice cream date…

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akiology · 6 months

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May I please request headcanons for Yu, Kanji, Naoto, and Rise finding out about their female S/O running a popular food truck that sells tacos made with soul food classics?

Yu, Kanji, Rise, Naoto with an F!S/O running a popular food truck

Note: I hope this is accurate! If you are unhappy feel free to tell me what I did wrong and I will do my best! Sorry this took a long time </3

Yu has just recently returned to Inaba, and was already keeping himself busy. After learning that Dojima was probably working late again, he asked Nanako for dinner suggestions and then proceeded to pick up the ingredients for tonight. He decided he was going to pay you a visit as well, and maybe invite you over for dinner. As he was going down the Central Shopping District, he saw an unfamiliar food truck with a few people lined up. He, however, saw a familiar faces: yours.

You were serving the customers inside the food truck. You gave him a small wave, but quickly went back to serving. Yu sat down, and decided to wait for you. You handed him a serving of quesadillas, mouthing 'I'm sorry'. Yu waved you off and winked, 'It's okay'.

After a while, the customers started scattering. It was just the two of you now. The both of you started catching up, with Yu complimenting your skills and telling you how much he misses you.

"I didn't know you handled a food truck," Yu says, pouting.

"I just started, and when you said you were coming this week, I decided to just wait until you arrived." You poked his cheek to get him to stop pouting. He let up after a while.

"This is really good."

"You can have more if you want? Maybe Nanako would like to try some?"

Yu is really supportive towards the business, and would offer to help around from time to time. He finds it to be a win-win situation, he could spend time with you while learning more about you. When he returns to the city, he is surely going to miss you and your cooking.

Kanji

You can never keep a secret from Kanji, mainly because the both of you are together most of the time. So when you said you wanted to start a food truck, he was very excited! In fact after you said that, the moment he got home, he also told his mom you were starting a food truck. Mrs. Tatsumi is very excited as well! Also, he might've also told his

Kanji is a decent cook, so if you need extra help, he would be happy to! He just asks that you do not make him in charge of the customers, mainly because he is afraid it might make people turn away. He does not want that for you.

"They might not buy food if I was in charge."

"Then don't buy! It's probably better that way."

"Are you sure? I-"

"Yes Kanji. I want you to be a part of this, and if they don't like that, then they can go $%&*#~!" Remind Kanji to not make you that mad.

On days that Kanji cannot be with you, he convinces the Investigation Team, and some of his customers and/or students to visit your food truck. At the end of the day he would gladly help you clean up and go home with you.

He is really happy and loves you and your food a lot. He tries to recreate your dishes, but find that yours is still the best. He is very lucky to be able to know and love you!

Rise

You told Rise about it, and she hasn't been in town to check it herself. Which made her very sad, but all the more eager to see you and the truck! The moment she stepped foot in Inaba, she went straight for you, not even dropping off her things first.

She is very supportive and excited! She offers to help, and you ask her to just spread the word around about the truck. Although, granted, the truck was already pretty famous since it was a small town. Her efforts are still very much appreciated though! She loves hanging out, and watching you serve the customers. She would gladly chat with some of them, and gives you lots of praises. Even passersby started getting curious and decided to give it a try.

If you decide to share some tips, she is listening with full attention. She also likes asking questions, out of curiosity. It makes her feel closer to you.

"The thing with most soul foods is the quality of ingenuity, there is no strict way to make one dish," you stated, while you were showing Rise how to make mac and cheese.

"Oh! I love doing that!"

You remember the omelet incident at the Dojima residence. "Yes, sweetheart, I know. But we should start with the simpler dishes, yes?"

Rise giggled. "Okay!"

She loves eating the food you make, and misses it a lot when she has to go to the city for her job. Though she finds restaurants that sells soul foods, her favorite is still yours.

Naoto

Naoto was out of town, because of a few cases in the city that needs their attention. The both of you have been texting a lot, and sometimes they feel bad because they are very busy. You assure them that it's fine, and that you are excited for them to come by and see the food truck you're running!

When Naoto finally got some free time, they decided to visit. They stayed with their grandfather, while informing the Investigation Team that they might be available to hangout. Of course, the first person that they went to was you. They wanted to surprise you at your food truck, but then saw the line that was forming.

Naoto is very happy for you, and offers help should you need it. They are a quick learner, so if you need extra hands, then you are talking to the right person. Before this, they already had a great respect for you, so imagine their surprise when you started your own food truck and made it successful; they are very proud!

"I have to say, these are really delicious. Do you have a secret ingredient you use?"

"Hmm... I guess there is." You placed a finger under your chin, as if in thought.

"And what is that?"

"Love." You say with the biggest grin, and Naoto rolled their eyes playfully.

Naoto likes learning about you, and this includes everything. So if you decided to explain the significance and history of soul foods, then they are all ears.

#persona #fluff #yu narukami #souji seta #kanji tatsumi #rise kujikawa #naoto shirogane #yu x reader #souji x reader #kanji x reader #rise x reader #naoto x reader #persona 4 #persona 4 golden

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b0nten · 5 months

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BLOOMING FLOWERS SPRING CAN’T FEEL

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ what more is there to hate when life takes away the one you loved the most?

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ for my bae @insomniac-jay <3, took so long because i tried to do the best research i could, and because i never liked what i wrote until today. also! if you squint, it’s slight naoto x reader but it doesn’t really matter. i hope you like it!!!! not proofread

you still can’t grasp it, it sort of feels surreal.

just like this morning felt, when you put your kimono on, and did your hair. hina loved the way you looked in traditional clothing, she said it made you shine.

and albeit you two’s pictures flooding the tachibana home, you were still surprised when her mom rang your doorbell to gift you a box, feeling slightly heavier than the last silk garment they had given you while you and hina were still in high school.

“please wear it, y/n-chan, ” ryoko’s voice was just as gentle as you remembered it growing up, but it was sad, “they make you…shine.” and full of anguish.

you could only nod, swallowing back the thick saliva that was gathering in your throat, blinking back the tears with the same eyes ryoko knew how to read as if they were her own daughter’s. reaching out for your hand longer than usual, she only smiled.

you still didn’t quite grasp it, not even when you put on your pearl necklace, and locked your front door, heading down the apartment block’s stairs, like usual.

it was like your normal way to school, and later, uni, and even later, work, walking exactly 100 meters and riding for 7 minutes and a half, before switching lines at otomachi, and riding for another 5 minutes. this time only, you had to take the south exit instead of the north one, and stroll for thirteen minutes, passing by a park, a bakery, two liquors shops and some sky-rise towers.

“welcome.”

it was different, because you entered the funeral home, where the assistant, ready to guide you to the high-school colleagues category, was interrupted by naoto. he simply took your hand and walked you over to the rest of the family. you were used to seeing naoto on saturdays, not fridays or the both of them. you had seen him yesterday, at the wake, when it was friday, so it almost went like any other day. or that’s at least how your mind put it.

and when you were sitting down, eyes glued to the monk’s back as he chanted out the prayers, naoto’s hand still found a way to get to yours, firm touch against glass skin, afraid he’d break it any minute now.

and now you sit between your younger brother and his mother that took you in when you were at flourish in your heydays, deafly listening to a monk chanting a sutra for hinata. you glance over at her and can’t help but think how beautiful she looks in the matching kimono, and how much hina resembles her. resembles, not resembled, she’ll now forever keep her beauty.

you heard japanese people experience three religions in their lifetime: birth as shintoism, marriage as christianity and death as buddhism, but you didn’t even go through one. hell, hina herself only went through two.

and whereas ryoko always told naoto to stop hurting the table because even the piece of wood had its own life itself and the boy silently complied, you were stuck figuring out what it is that you believed in. you believed in kindness. the kind of kindness hina showed you, that was the firm conclusion you accepted, so now you could only pray that the afterlife was going to show her the same gentleness and love she gave the world, her journey smooth in crossing over the sanzu river and mind clear in choosing the paths she takes, making it easy for her soul to find serenity.

you wake up once you’re signaled to join the incense rite. with slightly shaking fingers you pinch up the dry fragrance, touching it against your forehead. amidst blurred vision and hours of unslept time, you see masato wipe a ghost of a tear with the back of his crisp black suit. you set the incense in the flame bowl, and walk away, next to the parents, pupils blown and face puzzled, as if you don’t know what the world you live in is. you see familiar faces; old classmates and family friends of the tachibanas’ that you got to meet long time ago, cousins, teachers, and ex-coworkers. you think you notice some of them staring at you, what is she doing here? — what is she doing there? — next to your best friend’s family.

naoto definitely sees them, he definitely notices their judging looks, but today he can’t do justice. he won’t, because he likes to think he’s partly come to terms with his sister’s death, but no matter what, police academy never prepares you to lose your sister when you least expect it.

he throws a quick glance over his shoulder, reassuring himself you’re still there although you don’t look or feel like you’re there at all, bones wrapped in flesh, wrapped in soft black silk. you start to think maybe there is something wrong with you.

grief is a weird emotion with no textbook manifestation. there is no right or wrong way to feel following a loss. but why don’t you feel anything? why do you know that it’s happening, but you’re not fully in yet? why can’t you scream or cry or whimper or fake a smile. why has your whole face been frozen this whole time?

people come and people go and like an old charlie chaplin movie on repeat, the same action you have done repeats itself a million of times fast forwarded until your mind goes blank. you feel black-and-white.

naoto taps your shoulder. “do you want to see the body?” he eases you into it. he was always such a gentle soul.

you try to say something but choke on the words. he sees, eyes widening as his muscles tense. you only nod, and he walks with you to the casket.

maybe if you see it, your mind will take on it. you’re given a flower, the white chrysanthemum you dreaded to even think about, and the same happens to naoto.

the people in front of you all put their flowers in the casket, small step by even smaller step allowing you to approach her face. it’s just the same, except it isn’t glowing, or happy or doing anything. she’s not singing, she’s not moving. she’s dead. you know it. but why can’t you acknowledge it?

you reach into the deep inside pocket of the kimono, a neatly kept, small picture grazing the white coffin. you don’t ponder, and lay it next to your friend.

naoto freezes when he sees it. he took it, the day is burned into his memory so deeply that if he were to ever lose his reminiscence, this is the only recollection he’d have. it’s you and his sister. you’re dressed in kimonos — that was your first time wearing it — and you were excited. just fresh into spring, you both chose to wear pink: hina’s dress had delicate camellias on it, scattered playfully all around the fabric, while yours had orange blossoms intricately all across. it also was your first time wearing getas; your feet hurt so bad he had to call his dad to carry you home by the end of the festival. he didn’t mind it though, because you had fun that evening.

he reaches for the picture and looks at the back.

“doesn’t this kimono make her shine, naoto?”

“yes, it definitely does.”

scribbled on the thin paper are some almost unrecognizable kana and kanji, but naoto knows what they say by heart. he slips the square into his sleeve and puts his flower in his sister’s casket instead.

not long after everyone is done saying their goodbyes, the tachibanas and you head to the crematorium. ryoko holds your hand as she picks up the bones and sets them in the urn, and you try your best to soothe a mourning mother’s aching heart.

once everything is done, you pass the envelope to the receptionist. it’s a little over a million, and you see it on the woman’s face that she knows it too, by the width of the wrapping. you didn’t notice how much money it was until you recounted it, half an hour before leaving your apartment, so you just left it all there. no 10.000 bills, no crisp bills, at least that.

she hands you the little bag with salt, tea and snacks and you bow before leaving the crematorium.

“y/n, wait!” a voice you know very well shouts after you, tall silhouette speeding from the building into the same darkness you’re headed into.

“mom said to walk you home.” naoto looks down at you gently, as if he’s your big brother and not the other way around.

“you know you’re not actually my older sister, right?” he interrupts your exact thoughts, “we’re the same age, you were fortunate enough to be in the same grade as hinata, that’s all.” he taunts, taking you back to your salad days.

you smile approvingly and he doesn’t hesitate to take the gift bag from your hand, and walk right beside you.

the air is grim and you still feel a little bit unreal. you feel limitless, but like a void, rather than the young shoujo manga protagonist you always dreamt of being, and you can feel it in naoto’s breath too, how he tries to not let the anger drown him out. you know it’s unbearable for him too.

halfway through the walk, he breaks the silence.

“i’m glad you finally learned how to walk in getas.” he admits, and you look up. a genuine laugh stifles from your throat and his face lights up.

“naoto,” you say, “these are zoris. i wasn’t going to attend a funeral in geta sandals.” explaining, you watch his face drop in embarrassment.

“yes, i totally saw that…!”he stutters but continues to joke, hinting at the past, talking of hina as if she’s still there, next to you. in passing moments of silence, you feel overwhelmed, guilty.

faith’s a game of cat and mouse, and you play it just like you want. you laugh with naoto and you realize it’s nice to feel this sense of .. belonging. in between numbness and denial, he made your day a little better. he took some of the burden off, he ripped some of the weeds growing between your lungs, letting you breathe normally again, granting you a peaceful moment in what felt like a lifetime since your best friend died.

you step foot into the apartment building, giddy and smiley, but it all vanishes once you look around. it’s dull, it’s ugly. and you feel like you’re right next to hinata. that’s how she made you feel every time you came back from a night out in the city, arm slung around her shoulder laughing at everything she said, almost knocking over the both of you.

you look around as you climb every step and somehow, the laughs and the joy all seem to disappear in the place you spent some of the most time with her.

when you reach your front door, it feels almost surreal again, because instead of hina behind you, it’s the boy you grew up with. he looks nothing like her — he takes after his father — but he feels so familiar that when he stops you from entering your home your breath hitches a little.

“don’t forget to throw the salt.” he reminds with a slight lecture in his voice, like his sister once said “don’t forget to change your shoes.”

so, when your wrist brushes past your shoulder-blade, your zoris break under the memories you shared along the way and the ones etched into the walls of the hall.

you tug at your necklace as you finally let yourself cry.

you finally know it’s real, even more so, because you feel not one, but two familiar presences engulfing you in warmth.

one strokes your hair with the palm that keeps you pressed into his shoulder, while the other hand looks at an old photograph, and the second hugs you both, wanting to lecture you with the love and gentleness of an older sister that didn’t get to say her part.

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ezsznn · 10 months

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“does it hurt bubba…?” you said lowly, pushing your strap/cock even further inside of naoto as his hands gripped his desk. “look at how tight my prince is…so handsome.” he moaned softly, head on your shoulder with his back arched. naoto was stressed from all of the work he’s been doing, and he begged so, so beautifully to be fucked gently.

your strap/cock slid in and out of him so easily and so softly, just as he wanted. “darling, ssso g-good..!” he was now bent over the desk with your chest on his back, keeping him from squirming. “is my good boy close?” he let you know with a nod and he rolled his eyes back, cum becoming a puddle on the floor. he tried to fuck himself back onto your strap/cock but you pulled out of him. “bubba do you wanna keep going?” naoto whimpered as he felt so empty. he nodded like a baby, begging to he fucked more.

. . . Rei

#sub!character #dom!reader #sub tokyo revengers #naoto tachibana #naoto x reader #naoto smut #scenarios #sub tokrev #tokyo rev #toyko revengers #tokyo rev smut #matsunozz #fem!reader #male!reader #femdom!reader #male dom reader #top!reader #top male reader #top fem reader

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historiawon · 2 years

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we, as a society, should not forget how "insane"* naoto tachibana can be. he quickly believed a stranger who saved him about their future in 12 years, got called "crazy" for overworking and info-dumping all he knows, giggled when the said stranger/hero was called "shabby" in the said future, digged in every info possible to help change timelines, and managed to Adapt to Each Change of Timeline. he's really amazing, it's crazy.

*i said insane for the lack of a better term, but what i want to say is: batak siya. thank you.

#i should've kept that in the tags but i want to put the disclaimer out there just in case #naoto my beloved #tokyo revengers #tokrev naoto #tr naoto #naoto x reader #naoto tachibana x reader #naoto tachibana #naoto tachibana x y/n #tachibana naoto #naoto fluff #naoto smut #omg i cant believe i typed that out #naoto hcs #naoto headcanons #tr theories #tokrev #hinata tachibana #takemichi hanagaki

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verxsyon · 2 years

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·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 ❞

your boyfriend is quite the gentleman. he has difficulty to act so casually around you despite being in a relationship with you for a while now. one day, you’re trying to lure a side of him that seems to be out-of-character.

✧ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. tachibana naoto x gn!reader

✧ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. drabble ; 0.8k

✧ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. college au, established relationship au ; fluff

✧ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚. naoto’s been growing on me hehe. to be honest with y’all, he was hard to write, going through like three drafts before this one. he’s kinda a little shit in this one lol. this idea is actually inspired by his formal speech in japanese. i had the reader being older than him in mind, which kind of explains his struggle, but it doesn’t have to be. i think it’s a cute detail. this pretty and smart detective has me in a chokehold (i’m sorry, mitsuya).

What struck you about Tachibana Naoto was his serious demeanor. You first met him during one of his late-night caffeine runs, when you were covering for your sick coworker. He had an authoritative vibe that intimidated you somewhat but piqued your interest. You were alone on that shift, so you had no one to rely on if anything goes wrong.

One thing did go wrong, but it was on his end. He forgot his wallet.

He tried to hide it during the payment process. However, you were staring awkwardly at his hands patting down his pockets in silent desperation for a minute. You pitied him, resorting to discounting his drink for free.

“On the house,” you say with a smile so he wouldn’t feel guilty. It’s the same catchphrase and gesture months later when he forgets his wallet again. Interning at a rigorous police department has taken a toll on his sleep schedule, based on the amount of visits at the café every week, thus affecting his memory.

“Thank you very much.” It’s that same response from that time that allowed you to see past his cold exterior. He’s polite, too polite that he can’t bring himself to act so casually around you despite telling him to drop the formalities. You have a feeling he’s hiding an important secret. He’s already terrible at it, considering his numerous wallet incidents.

“Is there something wrong? You had a strange look on your face.”

“Yes, actually.” You grab his coffee right out of his hands as he’s about to take a sip. “Be more assertive. Be a little… mean. You’re holding yourself back, Mister Future Detective.”

“I’m sorry?”

“See your coffee?” You fiercely point at the cup next to you. “The problem is that it’s not within your vicinity at the moment. Saying please isn’t letting your precious drink go anywhere.”

“Oh? Is that how it is?” You didn’t expect him to stifle a laugh, a lighthearted one at that. “So saying please isn’t enough for you to stay at least fifteen more minutes to continue this conversation with me?”

The comeback makes you flustered, losing the words you wanted to say in your mouth. You can’t believe he has this power to ruthlessly tease you all this time. What have you done? “Shut up. My break is almost over.”

“What a shame. Nevertheless, thank you for the coffee.” Narrowing your eyes at him cautiously as you slowly approach the kitchen, he stops you by pointing to the corner of your mouth. “Before you go back, you have a little something there. Here, I’ll get it for you.”

Instead of his thumb touching your lips, it’s his own. It’s brief, but it’s enough to give you a whiplash. To make matters worse, he has the audacity to tease you because of your reaction.

“Your naivete is adorable,” he taunts, taking a sip of his coffee that you fail to snatch from the table and hide it from his sight. “I was joking, by the way. There’s nothing there.”

You greatly underestimated him. You become flustered the second time today because of him, which you didn’t think he’s capable of doing. Your fingers begin to graze on where he kissed you. “Okay. Leave, you jerk. Or else no more of the usual for you.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” It’s the first time he uses a nickname on you, and it makes you want to scream your head off. You did enjoy it, so it’s something you can get used to in the future. “Shall I pick you up tonight at your dorm after your shift?”

“Sure. But don’t forget your wallet, idiot,” you grumble. “I’ll ditch you and eat all the delicious food there by myself.”

“Not to worry, sweetheart. I promise I won’t forget.” He throws his cup away and suddenly turns to you with worry. “So was that what you wanted? Was it good or was it too much?”

“Yes.” It’s vague, and you say without hesitation. Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow at the nature of your answer, but you clarify that you’re referring to his teasing. “I’m very impressed. I expected you to back down, but you seized the opportunity and went all for it. I gotta say, that was sexy of you. Can you keep doing that? I like it.”

He pulls you into his chest to kiss you and then lifts his head with a smug smile. “So you’re into that, sweetheart? Anything for you.”

“Just go already, Nao. You’re going to miss class.” You practically kick him out by physically directing him to the exit. “I’ll see you tonight.”

You just attempted to lure a side of your boyfriend that turns out to be very uncharacteristic of him, but you like it very much, though it may not be good for your heart. For someone who’s initially seen as cold and is polite when getting to know him, he has a secret talent of being a ruthless teaser, making you flustered multiple times in a row. You’re so in love with him that it hurts, and you won’t have it any other way.

✧ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. (if your url is in bold, that means i can’t tag you!)

@amatxs ; @c02z ; @exaltedxtactician ; @pen-observing ; @rqnvindr ; @soulsanta

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