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"you're my only one."

anime: tokyo revengers

character: mitsuya takashi (route)

summary: having someone steer her ways is what y/n had always needed, she can't do this alone. luckily, someone has been willing to stay at her side for years. it just took her a while to really let herself do what she wanted, not what she needed.

warnings: see masterlist

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"You know, Luna and Mana asked me to make something for you for graduation anniversary." Mitsuya states, handing her a drink. He sits down beside Y/N, watching the rest of their friends run around the beach. It was a hot day and they all decided to take a break, much needed for Y/N within her first few months of becoming the leader. "I think they wanted help to make you scarves and gloves for winter."

Y/N, sipping the cold drink from him, raises a brow. She hums out, "But it's only summer. And then autumn and winter." Mitsuya shrugs his shoulders, leaning back in his chair and his towel over his lap. "My graduation anniversary? I don't think you actually keep track of those kind of things like that."

He smiles at her. "I think they're just excited. They really do see you as a big sister." He tells her, seeing Y/N stir the drink before setting it down on the table, "They want to take care of you."

She brings her knees up to her chest, leaning over them as she watches Chifuyu shoot Pah and Takemichi with duel water guns. Luna and Mana were sitting with Emma and Hina, making sandcastles and collecting seashells. Sanzu, Draken and the Twins were taking care of the cooking, standing by the barbeque with tongs and open cans.

"I don't know. I can take care of myself." She huffs out.

Mitsuya watches her carefully before standing up. He reaches out for her hand. She blinks at it. "It's okay to accept a helping hand." He tells her, "And plus, it's a scarf and a pair of gloves. Don't think too much about it."

Y/N thinks for a moment. And nods her head. She reaches out a hand, placing it in his.

"Let's go help Chifuyu, he's drowning." He says.

So, taking his hand, Y/N makes her way towards the water. The sun was bright and her swimsuit was covered by a near-transparent over layer. It had taken Mitsuya and Emma more than expected to convince Y/N to go to the beach. She wanted to relax, having finishing her first year of high school.

His hand is... not warm or cold at all. Like that middle, where it's just perfect. Doesn't make her feel sweaty, or want to pull away from the chill. Feels normal. Or whatever normal can come of her life.

The water pools around her ankles as she holds onto his hand, allowing him to lead her towards their First Division Vice-Commander. Once she's knee deep in the water, Chifuyu turns around and grins widely, pushing Takemichi and Pah into the water and retreating to the two of them.

"Mitsuya! Y/N!" He cheers, tossing one of his water guns towards her, "Oh, thank God... Sanzu said he was joining in soon and I'm about to shit myself."

Mitsuya grins, patting Y/N on the back. "It'll be a fair fight then." He claims, "Y/N has good aim."

She fills up the weapon and holds it in front of her. "Why is it so round?" She questions, watching as Pah pulls Takemichi out from under the water.

"To make it look less like a gun and more like a kiddy laser." Sanzu says from behind her, pushing the end of a barrel to behind her head. She freezes up, Mitsuya suddenly getting tackled by Pah, and Chifuyu and Takemichi shooting water at each other. Sanzu grins, hair tied up. "You let your guard down easy for Toman's Redemption. But I guess that makes you a better person."

Y/N goes to turn around, ready to tell Sanzu that she was just having fun. But his gun jolts. The water spews into the back of her head and drips down her neck. Mitsuya watches her carefully.

But lets out a relived sigh as Y/N shifts her hand, shooting her water gun up against Sanuz's chin and making him fall back in surprise. She turns to him, a small smile on her face.

"Are you alright, Sanzu?" She questions, tilting her head at the boy sitting in the water. He smirks at her, wiping his wet hair from his forehead. "I guess you let your guard down easily too."

He raises a brow and stands up. "Only for now." He hums, aiming the gun at her.

The two continue to fight with the others as Mitsuya stands from his spot. She's smiling. Even if it's just small. It's still there.

"Takashi?" She mutters out, both concerned and confused. Y/N's eyes are tracing Mitsuya's solemn face. His brows are furrowed as he watches Y/N hold the real-life gun in her hand with such strength. His other hand lands on her weapon, aiming it away from Kisaki. "What are you doing?"

"Don't do it, Y/N." He tells her. His fingers are heavy against her pistol. "You're better than this."

She retorts, voice harsh as she pulls her hand out of his grasp, "I'm not better than shit." She aims her barrel back at Kisaki, who glares back at her. "He ruined everything. He's the reason Emma, Draken, Keisuke and Kazutora are gone!"

Y/N takes a step closer to Kisaki. "I'd rather die than let him live."

"Then die." He scowls back.

She begins to squeeze the trigger.

"Y/N, don't!"

A harsh push against her back makes Y/N fall forward, gun loose from her fingers and leaving her grip. She lands on the cement ground, Mitsuya arms wrapped tightly around her waist and head against her shoulder. When she tries to push herself up, Mitsuya lifts his head and holds himself with his elbows on the floor.

"I can't let you do this." He huffs, staring her right in the eye, "I said I'd protect you."

"Takashi!" She retorts, glaring at the Captain. She sits up, making Mitsuya do so as well as she pushes his hands away from her. He could see the tears welling up in her eyes. "Stay out of my way! Before I hurt you too!"

He widens his eyes for a moment. She could never hurt him. Not ever. But she was scared. And the only way to solve this was for Kisaki to be gone.

"You're a joke." He picks up the gun, breathing heavy as his shaky hands aim at Y/N. Kisaki is beaten half-way to death. Still the scum of the earth. He grunts, "Such a peasant."

Mitsuya sucks in his breath, arms snaking around her shoulders and pulling her back into his chest. A quick turn has Mitsuya's back facing Kisaki and Y/N hidden against him, trapped in his arms.

"Takashi—!" She mutters out, hands clasped onto his back as she moved. She tries to get out of his arms, to take down Kisaki herself. With such gall, she needed to tear him down piece by piece. "Let me go!"

But he only holds on tighter, hand on top of her head and pressing her against his chest. "Please, stop." He grumbles out, furrowed brows.

The beating of his heart is fast-paced and loud against her ear. Y/N can hear every single worry coursing through his veins. Her hands grip the hem of his shirt as it registers what is happening.

Then, a yell of pain.

Her eyes widen. She doesn't want to look up. She can't look up. Mitsuya is shaking and now so is she. His hands hold tightly onto her shoulders, keeping her safe and closed from the rest of the world. It feels as if she weren't in any trouble.

The warmth that emits from Mitsuya was always so inviting. He never had this dreadful, unwelcome feeling around him. He was always a good person to even just greet. The coziness against Y/N could make her relax.

But not now.

She hesitantly lifts her head. Towards Mitsuya.

But he isn't looking at her. In fact, he's looking back at Kisaki. She can only see the way his hair flows with the wind.

"Takashi?"

Her voice is quiet. Too scared to call out for real.

"Mikey..."

But there is Mitsuya's voice.

Y/N quickly looks over to where Mitsuya was. Kisaki. He's on the floor. Mikey is with him, boot pushing against his throat. He looks the most angry anyone has ever seen. She can't help but notice the gun kicked towards Mitsuya and herself.

Mikey scoffs, sounding annoyed, "Why won't you just die already?"

Kisaki can't get any words out, choked and in pain. His feeble attempts at pulling Mikey's boot away from crushing his throat. He is truly backed up into a corner. The sharp movements of Mikey's boot against him makes him squeeze his eyes shut in agony. He can't handle it. He can't breathe. He can't breathe. He can't breathe.

And soon enough, he isn't breathing. Whether that be because Mikey wouldn't allow him to, or because he had lost so much blood from his gunshot wound. Either way, he was... gone.

His eyes are still open, just lifeless. His hands fall to his side, no longer used. Kisaki isn't able to spew some nonsense about Mikey being his God or whatever. He can't smart his way out of this one, not when he's dead.

"Is he actually...?" Y/N mumbles into Mitsuya's shoulder before sitting up straight. She places her hands on the floor, pushing herself to her feet and wobbling that little bit. Mitsuya stands up with her, hand on her shoulder to balance her. "Mikey. Did you kill him?"

The ex-leader nods his head.

Mikey lifts his foot when he knows the deed is done.

"It's finished." He huffs out to everyone, "This battle is over."

Lemaire comes up beside Y/N at that point. Mitsuya gives a cautious look before removing his hand from her shoulder. "We're done. No more." He whispers to Y/N. She nods her head once, staring at the floor. The Clair de Lune leader holds up his hand. "Listen up! Toman has won! This confrontation is—"

"Wait." She mumbles, eyes on Kisaki's body with Mikey standing a few feet away. She felt conflicted. Because she knows murder is bad, and even though she was going to commit it herself, it was horrible seeing Mikey do it. But... Kisaki was the reason why she had suffered these last few weeks. She needed closure. Was this closure? "I have one request before we part."

Lemaire raises a brow at her. "What is it?"

She points at him, brows knitted. "Clair de Lune returns to France. And Toman remains here in Japan." She says, leaving no room for argument. Lemaire looks surprised, widened eyes and parted lips. "All Divisions of yours created in this country, are able to stay and will be monitored by Toman. Think of it as sharing."

"You... want us to leave?" He murmurs.

"Yes." She confirms. But then crosses her arms over her chest. "Well, not all of you. I want you to work from France. I think it'd be safer for both of our gangs if that happened. No more fighting. You can command whatever Divisions still in Japan. But nothing without my word. Understand?"

Lemaire thinks for a moment. He would lose so much by going back to his home country. He's built everything here. "Going back home... isn't an option." He claims, eying Y/N.

But she only lifts her chin. "You're right. It isn't an option; it's a command." She states, tilting her head, "It is either you leave, or you disband."

Anyone could say that Lemaire had no choice. Because he really didn't. He drops his head, running fingers through his hair and sighing loudly, "I suppose... we did lose." He looks back at Y/N, who doesn't waver, "Fine. I agree with your request. We will be gone by New Years."

She nods her head. And turns towards the next thing on her mind.

Draken's body is cold. Chifuyu, Takemichi and the rest of Draken's friends sit around him. Tears are still shedding and they can't bare to even lay a finger on the Vice Commander.

Y/N walks over, sitting by his head. He died with a smile on his face. That much was clear. She pushes the loose strands of hair away from his forehead. If anything, she knows that right now, he is with her. Happier than they've ever been. When they were alive, at least.

"Make her happy."

Mikey gives Kisaki one last nudge, just to make sure. He squats down, hand against his wrist to check for a pulse. And, much to his liking, there is none. He drops Kisaki's arm.

Without hesitation, Mikey glares towards Hanma off to the side. He is being held to the ground by Lèmiuex, who has a knee against his shoulders and his arm pinned down. He is staring back at Mikey, eyes wide.

"You motherfucker..." Hanma sighs out, leaning his cheek against the ground. Because he knows he's fucked it up and there's no going back.

Before Mikey can retort, the sound of sirens are heard.

"Y/N." Mitsuya says from behind her, "It's time to go."

She looks over her shoulder to him.

A few seconds of silence fill the space between them as the rest of the people begin to exit the area. Takemichi and Chifuyu start to walk off. Mikey grabs Hanma with Lemaire and Lemieux not too far behind him. Sanzu and the Twins are directing everyone where to go. Y/N, Mitsuya and Draken are in the middle of the circle.

"We can't bring him, can we?" She weakly asks.

"Unfortunately... we can't." He responds.

She doesn't seem like she'll be getting up soon. But Mitsuya extends his hand.

"We can give him a good send off, though. Him and Emma. Together." He claims, "But we can't do that if we're in jail. So let's go, Y/N."

A few seconds of Y/N squeezing Draken's hand. She knows it's the right thing to do. But it isn't what she wants.

She takes Mitsuya's hand, and lifts herself up.

"Okay."

The funeral was strangely quiet. Y/N sat with Mikey beside her, off on the other end of the rest of the crowd who were too busy staring at the picture of young Ryuguji Ken and Sano Emma. Mitsuya sat among them, hands clenched on his lap as he saw Y/N wipe her eyes and face the floor.

Why was the room so quiet?

Because nobody was able to say the right things to make her feel better.

She listened to the small sniffles of family and friends. Some people would walk up to the pictures, sit on their knees and say their own 'sorry' to both the passed away, and to Y/N and Mikey. They'd only thank them for attending and offer one of the saddest smiles anyone had ever seen.

Chifuyu and Takemichi were unable to keep their sobs to themselves after a good 10 minutes of silence. And then Hina followed, and the Kawata Twins, and soon everyone else.

It was so loud now.

The crying, the low speaking, everything had piled up. And after a while, Y/N takes a deep breath in and stands up.

"Should we continue with our ceremony?"

People stared at her. Like she was cold, heartless. But once they saw the tears pouring down her eyes, rushing their way down her cheeks with her hands clenched at her sides. She didn't bow her head down so they couldn't see, only faced them with such bravery. Y/N keeps a steady pattern of breathing as she stood there.

The house was filled with slow music to paint the quietness. There were people everywhere. Mikey stood in the living room, a crowd of mourners around him and patting his shoulder. He didn't say much, just that he knows they'll be happy together. But he watched Y/N enter the room with a glass of water, take a look around, and then head upstairs.

He looked to Mitsuya, who was sitting with Sanzu and suddenly noticed Y/N's footsteps upstairs. He looked troubled, not knowing whether to stay here with Sanzu or chase after Y/N.

"Hey. Over here." Mikey called, waving a hand over at Sanzu. The boy inhales deeply before standing and going after him. Mikey looks to Mitsuya as he stands, and shakes his head. He nods to the stairs.

Mitsuya blinks, gives a nod and walks to the stairs.

Y/N is in her room. She's just standing there. Not doing anything. She's standing. But her breathing becomes progressively uneven and harsh. She pulls her jacket off of her shoulders, unable to do so in one simple movement. She's struggling and hasty. And soon she gets it off, but her tears blurry her vision.

Knock, knock.

"Y/N? It's Takashi. I, uh, saw you go up here, and wanted to check on you."

His voice is as clear as day, and without hesitation, Y/N swings open the door. Mitsuya stands there, a little surprised at how quickly that went. She takes his hand and pulls him into the room, bumping into her as he entered and the door closed behind him. His hands are up by his head, but feels her arms wrap around his shoulders with her head nudged into his neck.

She's quietly crying, tears staining his shirt as he finally rests his hands on her back, rubbing up and down. He squeezes her tighter after a sharp inhale.

"You're alright." He hums out, slowly rocking them both back and forth. She calms down at his tone. "I'm here. Nobody is going to hurt you."

He is soothing. And she only clenches her fists around his shoulders. She sighs out, "I know."

"Good." Mitsuya replies, kissing her cheek softly, "That's good. Then it's all okay."

Y/N holds onto him a bit looser. He notices. "Okay."

Maybe everything would be okay.

Three Years Later . . .

"Boss! There's a call for you on line 2!" The assistant calls from the entrance of the office, holding his clipboard to his chest with a sorry nod.

"Who is it?" Mitsuya hums, putting down his designs and leaning against his desk.

"Your fiancé." His assistant responds.

And Mitsuya stops. He looks up to the other man. "Excuse me?" He says, the phone right beside his ear as he readies his finger to press the 'LINE 2' button, "It's my 'who' now?"

The assistant blinks at him. Checks his clipboard. And raises his brows. "Oh, my apologies, Boss." He chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his head, "It's Ms Hanemiya on the second line."

Mitsuya physically relaxes then. No more confusion as he nods his head. "Thank you." He mutters, watching his assistant leave. His finger presses the button and he crosses his arm over his chest. "Hello, my love. How are you?"

Y/N is on the other side of the call. "I'm good, 'Kashi, and you?" She hums, a smile he can hear on her lips.

"Doing well, it's nice to hear your voice." He chuckles, looking over to the design board a few feet away from him, "How are you going with the fabric delivery?"

She sighs out, "That's what I'm calling for. How many rolls of satin did you order? 21?"

"Correct. Should be three of each available colour." He replies, checking his faxed receipt, "Is there a problem?"

"Oh no, I just needed confirmation." Y/N replies, looking over to the delivery woman counting the fabric rolls in her truck. She gives Y/N the thumbs up. "Thanks Sweetheart. I'll be back in the office in around 15 minutes."

Mitsuya nods his head. "Good. Be careful driving your way back, yeah?"

Y/N responds, seeing the delivery woman drive off and a couple of her men loading up one of their moving trucks, "Oh, it's not me driving. Smiley said he wanted a go after Angry got to last time." She looks over to the twins, who are trying to figure out which key on their keychain is the right one for their truck. "They're taking the blue moving van."

"Why not the black one? That has more space."

"Because Chifuyu drove that one this morning on some business, and hasn't returned the key yet." Y/N responds, walking to the boys and picking out the correct ones. They give her a pat on the back and a thumbs up. "It's okay, we'll be quick. I'm picking up lunch on the way back for us since the twins have their own stuff to get to."

"Thank you, Y/N, and thank the boys for me as well." Mitsuya chimes, "I'll see you soon. I love you."

Y/N moves to sit in the passenger seat, Angry in the middle. "I love you too, 'Kashi. See you." She hums back.

"Bye, Mitsuya!" Smiley calls from his seat, making Angry say 'goodbye' as well.

Mitsuya grins and greets them as well before hanging up.

It isn't too long before he watches his office door swing open, and his lovely girlfriend holding two bags of takeout and drinks and a smile on her face.

"How was the drive?" He asks first, seeing her set the food on the table. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Smiley ran two red lights." She responds, taking out the food and drinks, "How was drafting for the New York show?"

Mitsuya sits beside her, beginning to eat lunch. "Pretty good. I've decided on a main look for the night." He says, showing her the suit he had in mind, "What do you think?"

She looks over to his drawing pad and analyses all the details written around it. She then blinks. "That's so pretty..." She mutters to herself. Y/N sits back and sips her drink. "You should keep that for yourself."

Mitsuya grins and puts the design down. He tilts his head. "You think so?" He hums.

Y/N glances at him. Mitsuya could've been a model if it wasn't for his desire to be a fashion designer. She always thought he was good-looking, even more-so after high school. But Mitsuya only ever wanted to be the one behind the scenes.

Three years. In those three years, Y/N has managed to get herself together. Mitsuya and herself co-own a fashion company, but she is still a part of Toman.

Who would've guessed?

Mikey was still there, and Chifuyu and Takemichi. The Twin were occasionally active. They were still a part of her life. Nobody she wanted to throw away, or to fully ignore. She had them.

And while Mitsuya had left the Toman life, he fully supported her. They were his friends too, and he loved Y/N. There was no way he would let her take care of two things all at once, all by herself. And it wasn't like Y/N didn't want his help. She just didn't want him to think she was always so co-dependent.

He never thought that. Not once.

Soon enough, the office is closed and every one of their employees have gone home. The lights in Mitsuya and Y/N's shared office is the only one on in the whole entire building. He is finishing off a call with another designer from Europe, and she's writing the measurements of the models and which outfits they'd be wearing.

It's a nice silence.

Almost the most comforting thing they've ever witnessed.

"You know what strange thing happened today?" He speaks up, picking up his food and sitting beside her. His phone is set on the desk, in case he'd get another call.

Y/N drops her pen on the table as well, full attention towards her loving boyfriend. "What strange thing happened to you?" She hums, sipping her drink.

He eyes her for a moment and leans forward. Mitsuya taps his finger on the wood of the table. "My assistant. He called you my fiancé." He retorts, watching as she raises her brow, "Isn't that strange?"

"That is." Y/N responds, putting her drink down, "You haven't even proposed to me."

Mitsuya is giving him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe his assistant, who has been trying to get him to propose for months now, just got his head too much into the game. A little slip up, perhaps.

"I have not." He sighs.

Y/N gives a short smile before standing up and walking to his side of the table. He extends his hand and watches as she places her palm in his. As they link their fingers, Y/N wraps another arm around his neck and kisses his cheek.

"You know, my assistant made the same mistake a few weeks ago." She states, tilting her head. Mitsuya purses his lips. "They're in cahoots, I bet."

He pulls her closer, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend and closing his eyes. "Sneaky, aren't they?" He says.

"Mhm."

Y/N plays with the back of his necklace, and Mitsuya leans closer into her. It's in their jacket pockets. A box, a case.

A ring.

And they know what's there. But neither Y/N or Mitsuya are going to say anything. Not until they're ready.

"You know, you're my only one. I love you." He says.

"Enough to marry me?" She asks, hand behind her back as she clutches the box.

A kiss to her lips and one of the sweetest smiles she has ever received. She'd never tell Mitsuya, but she still feels as if she doesn't deserve him. With everything that's happened, and that's effected their lives, she still wonders why he loves her. And just how much.

Mitsuya likes to remind her every day, no matter what.

So he think right now will be the best time. He's ready.

He reaches around to his pocket to the ring. He never really thought there'd be a 'right time'. How could someone prepare for something like this? Isn't it just a feeling? You just feel like the time is right?

Maybe that little fluttering in his chest meant it was today, right there.

He holds out the metal with no hesitation, and looks her right in the eyes. "Enough to never want you to marry anyone else." He says, turning the ring in front of her. She's trying to hide a smile. Even though she predicted it, she's still ecstatic. Her hand squeezes his tightly. "Nobody but me."

A short laugh leaves her as she pulls out her box, showing him the ring she had picked out for him. "I don't think I could marry anyone other than you." She tells him. Mitsuya looks at the ring for a split second, then his eyes return to hers. "I, um... I hope you like the ring."

He isn't fussy. He loves her.

He lets her slip the ring on him first. A sign of respect, more-so appreciation. The gleam in her eyes when he wears it, when he accepts it. There is nothing more satisfying, more heartfelt, then the way she lights up and kisses his knuckles in return.

"I love it." He tells her, "Because now people will know I'm yours."

He brings the ring for her up, and slips it onto her finger.

He's waited all this time to be hers. All those years. Just to be hers. And with this ring, it's proof. Nobody could tell him otherwise that they weren't truly together. Nobody could make it out that this was a 'second choice' relationship. That didn't really matter anyway; he had her.

Mitsuya waits, watching as she stares at the ring. Not just because it was beautiful and he had good taste. But also because she finally had someone she belonged to as well.

Y/N blinks and retorts, spinning the ring, "I like the sound of that."

She loved Takashi, with all her heart.

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