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yuuuhiii · 2 days
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sleepless nights
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includes : takashi mitsuya x reader, 800 words , fluff
notes: couldn’t fall asleep so whipped this up:P
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Takashi was wide awake. Only problem was it was well into the night. Luna and Mana were asleep. His mother was back from work and she’d have the day off tomorrow. So why couldn’t he just fall asleep?
It was you. Ever since the one time you’ve slept over. He can’t seem to fall asleep without you.
He groans, dragging his hand down his face, he throws his covers off of him.
He contemplates for a moment, should he?
Would you get in trouble?
Yet for once, he decides to just say fuck it. He throws on a hoodie and sweats, grabbing his keys.
He’s chewing on his lip, as he slides the curtain that separates his side of the room. He watches as his sisters sleep peacefully, a soft smile on his face.
He successfully exits his room, tiptoeing his way through the living room to find his mom on the couch. He sighs, walking over to her and pulling up the blanket that was over her.
He turns around and shuts the tv off, his heart is beating but he knows there’s nothing to worry about. His sisters and mother were sound asleep and his sisters would be taken care of. So he steps out of his house, locking the door and walking over to his bike.
Not sparing any time he gets on his bike, revving it and then he’s off into the night. The streets are not too bad, maybe only some cars, but it’s all peaceful to him. Despite all of that he’s exhausted, only thing on his mind being you and finally falling asleep. He drives swiftly passing street by street, knowing your home by memory.
Once he finally reaches your street he parks a little far from your house, knowing how loud his bike was. He gulps when your house comes into his view.
As he glances at your window he can see your silhouette. So he pulls out his phone sending you a text.
takashi💞
your parents asleep? 12:03 am
you<3
Yes why? 12:04 am
takashi 💞
open your window..? 12:04 am
Your eyes widen as you stare down at your phone, you run to your window, throwing open your curtains.
There’s Takashi, standing lazily with his hands shoved in his pockets as he smiles at you so sweetly.
“Hi baby.” He mumbled, sleep evident in his voice.
“ ‘Kashi! What are you doing here?” You whisper shout, your head shooting out of your window in every possible direction.
He chuckled at your reaction, already jumping up and inside your room. You stare up at him worried but his expression never changes, he always stared at you with so much fondness and admiration. It never failed to make you shy away from his gaze.
“What.” You whisper as he pulls your hands into his grasp.
“I missed you.” He whispered, carding his fingers through your damp hair.
You blush, he always stared so intensely with his lavender eyes, it made you melt.
“Is everything okay?” You look up at him and his heart skips a beat.
“Yea, I just couldn’t sleep…Can I stay over?” His hand reached your waist, rubbing circles on your sleep shorts.
“Yea but…” He immediately reads your mind when you look towards your door.
“I’ll be out before your parents wake up.” Your heart aches at the thought of him waking up early just to leave.
“Wake me up too okay?”
He’s ready to ask protest but you give him a stern look, making him laugh and raise his hands in defense.
Once it’s decided, you’re finishing up your skincare routine, rambling to your boyfriend that he’d caught you in the middle of it.
This past week you guys didn’t have a lot of time to spend with each other. You adored this small time you shared with him even going as far as doing your skincare with him.
Snapping cute photos of matching face masks, you both needed this. When he was with you, it’s like he could finally breathe. A big refreshing breath and a comforting fuzzy feeling was what you made him feel.
Once all was said and done you finally turned off your lamp, getting under the sheets with him. He lets out a long sigh, his arm draped over your waist as he memorized your features, engraving it all in your mind.
“Stop staring and sleep.” You whisper and he smiled widely.
“Can’t, you’re distracting me.” You push his face playfully turning around.
“Hey, that didn’t mean turn around.” He says in your ear, making you laugh.
He pulls you flush against his chest, shoving his face between your neck and shoulder blade. With one deep inhale he’s content.
“I love you.” He says so earnestly, you’re hot to the touch. He smiles at your reaction, letting your shallow breaths lull him to sleep.
When you were “sure” he was asleep, you uttered the words back, making Takashi squeeze you tighter against him, a pretty smile lacing his lips.
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gojosoreos · 5 months
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mitsuya 😌🖤
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airbendertendou · 6 months
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I'M IN RUINS! ♡ mitsuya takashi
synopsis : maybe he really is just that nice to everyone.
song inspo ; going dumb by stray kids, alesso, corsak
cw : baji!reader ; reader has their period, but no pronouns ; baji is referred to as your brother, but looks aren't stated ; more of a college-ish au ; kazutora favortism briefly got the best of me
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It's so unfair, you think. Being so close to him, yet not allowing to linger — it's disheartening. You ache ; suffer and beg and cry, thinking of your brother's friend.
Baji sighs as you frown at him. "Do you really need to go?"
"Why am I not allowed to?" You reply. You'd put on your cutest outfit and your favorite shoes. After hearing Mitsuya was tagging along to this little get together, how could you not? "I'm hungry and you're going to eat."
"You never want to go," your brother argues. You cross your arms and tilt your head, raising your eyebrows to look stern. It's the way your mom looks at him ; the way she gets him to listen. Keisuke clicks his tongue, "whatever. Come on, then."
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By the time Chifuyu pulls up to the meeting area, your stomach is aching. You shuffle where you stand, sending a meek smile to Draken when he looks your way. Kazutora is distracting your brother, giggling together as you wait for the last guest to arrive.
A rumble hits the wind, covering the chattering of the other guys and numerous shoppers. Lilac hair shines in the light and you hold your breath — he's here.
"Boys," Mitsuya grins as he parks his bike. His eyes slide to you, smile growing gentle, less teasing. “Hey, trouble. Make a last minute decision to come?"
You nod silently, holding your stomach and trying to hide your grimace. Mitsuya tilts his head curiously, but gets taken into a conversation with Draken. You tug on the end of Baji's hair, "I'm going to the bathroom really quick."
A chest is pressed to your back quicker than you can think. A hand — gentle and firm simultaneously — leads you to the left. Mitsuya clears his throat as you scowl at him. "I'll show you where the bathroom is."
You want to cry. You're absolutely mortified at what you discover. Your pee is red — the reason behind your stomach pain is clear. Your favorite bottoms are stained and you're unable to wear them now. Having your period is natural, nothing to be ashamed about.
But, Mitsuya noticed. He shielded your backside so that no one else would see the splash of blood.
Leaning against the stall's wall, you sniffle as tears drip down your nose. You'd texted Draken about your current problem — Keisuke had broken his phone just yesterday. The blond was your only hope at this point ; you hoped he'd read your text soon.
"[Name]," a knock to the bathroom door startles you. "Here. I'll wait for you, okay?"
Humiliation — Mitsuya had taken it upon himself to get you supplies. Taking in a stuttered breath, you fought to make your sobs unknown. You dab your face with toilet paper lightly before opening the door. Quickly, you snatch the bag you see and ignore the one standing in the doorway.
He'd gotten you a new outfit, too. The same color as your previous one, so that no one else would notice what happened. Your tears fell again as you situated yourself.
Once out of the bathroom, you sniff and avoid Mitsuya's gaze. Draken is leaning against the wall across from you, looking over you quickly as you walked to him. You brush your bottoms lightly, head to the floor as you stand in silence.
"No big deal," Draken reassures you. He pats the top of your head with a grin, "let me know if you want to go home, okay?"
Your nod is stopped by an arm wrapping aound your shoulders. Mitsuya squeezes you close to him, trapping you in the smell of his cologne. "S'all good, trouble. Tell us if you feel unwell."
The light catches through a window, shining on Mitsuya like a hidden halo. His eyes light up, his eyelashes curving against his cheek as he smiles. Mitsuya's nose scrunches as laughs at something Draken says. Peeking at you with his peripheral vision, he tilts his head.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re so nice to me.” It's said before you can even think. Because he is nice to you — kind, welcoming and warm. Mitsuya squeezes you a bit closer before letting go of you completely. Chifuyu waves your way excitedly. Your small, "thank you," is covered by the noise of the restaraunt.
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Mitsuya had left the table not long ago. Keisuke shoves your shoulder, causing you to bump into Kazutora. The dual-haired boy gasps dramatically before shoving into your right shoulder, bumping you back into your brother.
Your giggles are drowned out by the sight of Draken shaking his head. Chifuyu speaks through his own laughter, "where's Mitsuya?"
"Flirting," Draken says with a roll of his eyes. Your smile fades, falling from your face slowly at the words. Draken lets out a loud sigh, "can't take him anywhere."
Baji grumbles into your ear, "I'll say."
Kazutora snorts, covering his mischivious grin with his hand. He lays his head on your shoulder, "oh, whatever shall we do with such a pretty boy?"
Your grin inflates again at Kazutora's casual teasing. You ruffle his hair, scrunching your nose as he scowls playfully at you. "You're a pretty boy, too, you know."
Kazutora's eyes widen, his cheeks pinkening at your words as he sits up straight. Your eyes slide across the table. "So is Chifuyu, honestly." You look to your brother and grimace, "don't know what happened to you."
Baji clicks his tongue before shoving you again. Kazutora catches you in a backwards hug, his forearm settling across your collarbones. "Be nice to [name], Baji!"
"Jus' cause you were called pretty..." your brother grumbles to himself.
The chair across from you is pulled out, a loud screech hitting the area you're in. Mitsuya plops down with a stone-faced expression, his eyes focused solely on you. "Enjoying ourselves, are we?"
"Like you can talk," Draken teases. The tall blond flutters his eyelashes and clasps his hands together. "Oh, it's you! From class! The fashion designer!"
"Can't talk to my classmates now?"
Chifuyu snickers, kicking your foot under the table as he does. You shake your head, sinking your chin below Kazutora's arm to hide your grin. Mitsuya eyes your position idly before tilting his head, "you both look comfy."
Kazutora pulls you closer, "[Name] thinks I'm pretty."
"I said Chifuyu was, too!"
The dual-haired boy hums into your ear. "But, you thought of me first."
"As fun as this is," Draken looks up from his phone. He sighs before pocketing the device. "Mikey is calling for us. Want me to take you home, [name]?"
"I'll do it," Mitsuya interrupts. He lets out a sigh, gaze drifting from you and laying on the table. "I'm going to check on my sisters, anyways."
You're waving to your friends as Mitsuya leans against his bike. You can feel him watching you, but you ignore his eyes to grin gleefully at Kazutora.
"He your recent crush?"
"What?" You blink, turning to face the lilac-haired boy. Mitsuya shrugs, making no move to leave as he gazes at you. "Kazu? He's not my crush, why?"
"But, you do have one," he steps closer to you. "A crush."
Gulping, you move away from him and to the back of the bike. "Maybe."
Mitsuya hums, "your brother know?"
"Why would I tell Keisuke about a crush?" You lean beside him now, frowning to the ground. Kicking at the sidewalk with your foot, you scrunch your nose. "He's horrible at keeping secrets."
He nods and you're hyperaware of the way his arm brushes against yours. It's like he's doing it on purpose — moving closer to you. "I'm not. You can tell me who it is."
"No thanks!"
"Why not?"
You grow silent, even as Mitsuya gets closer. His arm is behind your back at this point, his hand sitting on the seat of his bike. "You don't need to know."
"I want to."
"Do you have a crush on anyone?" As he doesn't answer, you finally look his way. Soft, dreamy eyes are looking at you. His gaze feels heavy ; heated as he stares your way. "Mitsuya?"
He blinks and looks away, "maybe."
"Would you tell me who it is?"
"Well, that's not fair," he leans closer, his lips brush against your ear, "is it, [name]?"
You freeze, eyes widening as Mitsuya tilts his head at you curiously. Staring at the ground, you think about it for a second. You think maybe I should tell him ; maybe it's time. Then your mind flashes back to before — to when Draken said he was flirting.
"Oh, is it someone from your class? The one Ken was talking about?"
Mitsuya doesn't answer — that means yes, you think. Downhearted, you frown and scoot away from him, leaving room to breathe. He doesn't allow that, though, scooting until your arms are pressed together once again.
"It's a friend," Mitsuya speaks up. He leans more to the left, his chin almost resting on your right shoulder. "A close friend."
You gasp dramatically, hoping to interrupt the intense atmosphere. "It's Chifuyu, isn't it? Knew it — he's irresistible."
Mitsuya snorts, rolling his eyes. You smile at the sound, oblivious to the way he gazes at you. He bites his lip, hesitant, but nudges the tip of his shoe against yours anyways. You meet his gaze — his eyes flicker from yours briefly before he smiles tenderly. "I'll tell you who it is. Eventually."
You trust he'll keep his word.
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kenmjiro · 6 months
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── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ Scenarios (TR BOYS)
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⋆⸜ 🎧✮₊˚ Characters; Manjiro Sano, Keisuke Baji, Takashi Mitsuya
ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ TWS: Perversion, naked, lingerie, smut, +18
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𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ Manjiro Sano
Your boyfriend's eyes couldn't be more open. Neither does his mouth.
“How does it look on me?”You adjusted the straps of your panties and slowly turned around completely. When you were on your back for a few seconds Mikey let out a little scream to himself, not being able to believe how good you looked at that moment.
You were left in front of him again, his gaze was anywhere but in your eyes.
“Let's see... I didn't see well, take another turn.” You smiled at his impudence and took a turn again in your place, so that he could see the whole thing better.
“And...?” you asked, looking at him face to face again. By now Mikey had his hand against his mouth, his eyes darting up and down, completely stunned.
“It's nice,” was the only thing he said, his voice sounding almost painful
𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ Keisuke Baji
“Do you want me to sit there and just watch you model lingerie for me?”He asked, crossing his arms. You nodded, watching his eyebrows rise.
“Yes.” you saw him make a face.
“No, no shit, for your own good it's better that you decide for yourself about them.” he turned around and left the room. Just like that.
“Well, you lose it,”you chanted as you went to the bathroom to change. If you knew your boyfriend well then he would be outside waiting for you even if he refused.
As you left you confirmed it, causing a laugh on your part.
Half of his body was inside the room, in the door frame he had rested his mouth against the back of his hand, more than likely biting himself. When he saw you come out of the bathroom in the burgundy velvet ensemble, his eyes swept your body from top to bottom.
“What are you saying?” You turned around in your place so that he could see the details of the back in full. Baji leaned his face more to one side, further into the room to observe in detail.
“Shit, why are you doing this to me?” the boy snorted and began to mutter quietly to himself.
𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ Takashi Mitsuya
“You're good at these things so be honest and don't say it's cute just because you like me, okay? ”Mitsuya looked at you and nodded, totally firm.- Great, wait for me outside here.
“Anyway, I could make you an outfit,” Mitsuya murmured into the air. “And I would be more than happy to take your measurements,Y/n”
You dressed inside the bathroom quickly and came out after a while. The black outfit fit your body perfectly, the panties had two straps that wrapped around your hips, to tell the truth it took you a little while to put them on.
“Mhm... come closer.” Mitsuya settled back in the chair, moving his hips slightly and called you with his hand.
When he was in front of him, he stood up again and stretched his hands to the height of your panties, adjusting the straps over the bone of your hips. At that moment he took advantage of touching the material with his fingers, outlined the edge a little and separated his hands from you.
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nevernotswagging · 6 months
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Till My Legs Give Out ~ Mitsuya Takashi
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Summary: Mitsuya was walking to your house when he comes across a group of boys picking on someone, only to find it was you.
Content warning: minor violence but nothing too detailed, harassment (but Mitsuya kicks their ass, so don’t worry) swearing.
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Today was like no other day for you and Mitsuya. You had planned to go out for lunch, and then walk around town with him before eventually departing as he had a Toman meeting to attend.
You couldn’t help but get excited thinking about seeing your lover who was currently on the way to your place to pick you up. You waited outside for his arrival, a smile on your face while humming along to a random tune in your head.
While you were distracted a group of older boys had approached you with evil smirks on their faces. “Hey beautiful, where are you off to?” One of the boys asked while the other three snickered behind him. It was obvious that this boy that had called out to you was the self-proclaimed leader judging from the way they all looked to him.
“A date, with my boyfriend.” You made it clear that you weren’t single and had no intention of entertaining the group as you turned away from them.
“Sure you are. Come on, I’m sure I can show you a better time.” You rolled your eyes at their childish words, a look of disgust appeared on your face.
“I’m not interested. Fuck off.” You glowered. When they didn’t leave like you politely asked them to, you grabbed your bag and started walking in the direction that Mitsuya usually came from.
“Hey, Bitch! Get back here!” You heard their footsteps rapidly approaching from behind you, so you started walking faster and as you turned the corner you bumped into someone.
“Mitsuya!” You hugged him, happy to see him.
“Hey, Y/n! Why were you-” Mitsuya looked behind you and saw the group of guys that had been following you, his face hardening as he understood what had been going on.
The guys stopped when they saw you hugging Mitsuya, but they didn’t back down all together. “Well, well, well. Looks like you do have a boyfriend after all. He looks like a bitch though. I doubt he’s man enough to even take care of you.” The leader chuckled, but his friends behind him kept quiet as they recognized the second division captain in Toman.
“Come on.” Mitsuya grabbed your hand as he attempted to guide you away from the group of boys, but you were forced to stop as the guys grabbed your other arm.
Within a blink of an eye, the guy that had grabbed your arm was being sent back by a punch that Mitsuya had sent to his jaw. Your eyes widened as Mitsuya stood in front of you to block your view from them, but you could hear from the groan that he had hurt the guy.
“You little shit.” He glared. He spat out a glob of blood that had mixed with his saliva before charging at Mitsuya.
You were able to watch it all unfold as your boyfriend kicked the other guy in the stomach, and as he hunched over, kneed him in the face.
It had only been seconds and the boy that had been bothering you was out like a light. “You boys wanna fight as well?” He asked the trio that were staring with eyes wide from seeing their leader get taken out with haste. They all shook their head in fear resulting in Mitsuya laughing at them.
“Don’t ever harass a woman again.” He looked down at the knocked out guy. “You should probably take him to a hospital or something. He might have a broken nose.” After that, Mitsuya turned towards you and was finally able to usher you away from the scene.
“Sorry you had fight today.” You apologized as you glanced down at his red knuckles. You ran your thumb over them to soothe the area causing Mitsuya to squeeze your hand.
“Don’t ever apologize for that. It’s not your fault little boys like that can’t take no for an answer. I was trying to keep it together when I saw how scared you looked at them, but when he grabbed you I couldn’t help myself.” He rubbed the back of his neck as a blush appeared on his cheeks.
“It was kinda hot…” you mumbled as you glanced away from him.
Mitsuya smiled at you as he disconnected your hands and wrapped his arm around you to bring you in for a hug. “I’d fight for you until my legs give out.”
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slttygeto · 3 months
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don't be so reckless, don't break my heart —MITSUYA T.
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synopsis: an argument with your childhood best friend leads to sweet confessions in the middle of the night.
tags: fluff, confessions, childhood best friend! mitsuya, fem!reader, arguments (so, angst if you squint a little), mentions of the reader being in a panicked state, mentions of mitsuya having injuries and bl00d all over him.
word count: 4,2k
note: thank you to the amazing @jean-kirsteins-real-gf for commissioning me! I enjoyed writing this piece a lot :) what a way to start the year! happy 2024 <3!!
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Your first meeting with Mitsuya is a memory that is always present in the forefront of your head. It isn’t something that you could easily ignore or brush off, how such a sweet boy who was about your age had a baby to his chest and a kid younger than you both holding his hand so tightly you could see their knuckles turning white. What a rare sight it was, for a boy so young to guide his sister (after you heard her address him as big brother), the gentle tone to his voice, the carefulness when holding the baby to his chest—his kind gesture seals the deal for you.
Shy and scared as a shrinking violet, your teary eyes face away from the two boys who had pushed you off the swing. Young you was never able to speak her mind so bravely, so freely—yet you watch as Mitsuya—(a total stranger at the time), come to your rescue with a baby wrapped closely to him. It is ridiculous the way he fights and scares them off so easily. At first, they mock him for his soft features, for his lavender eyes and for the tiny human being latching onto him. Yet a single kick to one of the boys’ stomach is enough to send chills down your spine. That looks painful, you think.
As you wipe your eyes, you are finally able to look away from the bullies scurrying away with their tails tucked between their legs, facing your knight in shining armor. Your savior. What do you say in such situations? What do you do? You forget to stand up and dust yourself, only realizing your position when your neck starts to hurt from craning it to look up at your hero.
“Are you okay?” he presents a warm hand which you gladly hold, and he pulls you up with so much ease as you wipe away the excess tears on your cheeks. “I’ve seen them around here, never been nice to anyone.” He continues to talk and you continue to give silent nods as a response. At one point, he questions your ability to speak and your face heats up.
“I’m just…”
“Shy?” The slight to his head, the sweet smile—the crush you developed for the boy was all too expected with how nice he was to you.
As the years pass by, the friendship the two of you have developed turned into something that none of you could quite decipher—not that you wanted to. Strangely, you enjoyed the confusion that paints his friends’ faces as you walk up to him, scold him for missing lunch, for not answering your calls—and he doesn’t blush nor does he shy away from returning your hugs, even more passionately than the way you almost tackle him to the ground. His arms have grown stronger than when you were kids, and the way he smells has become so sweet…so intoxicating—you feel dizzy when you pull away from him, unable to look him in the eye for the next 30 seconds as you listen to whatever lame joke Draken has to say about the two of you.
Unbeknownst to you, the boy remembers the day he saw you as though it was yesterday as well. Pretty girl crying on the playground, heart thrumming in his chest when he saw the tears painting your face—he wasn’t in Toman at the time, wasn’t even a thing to begin with. He lies to himself and says that his brotherly instincts kick in when he saw you, that the protectiveness stems from the fact that he would’ve done the same if it were one of his two little sisters. Nevertheless, whatever he was telling his stubborn brain would not go through. He hears you sniffle and helps you up, gives you a tissue to clean yourself and even questions your ability to speak—when you part your lips, your soft voice is what seals the deal for him at the time.
At the time, developing a crush could be from something as simple as saying hi a bit too excitedly or in Mitsuya’s case, the way you had always been nice to other kids on the playground. You weren’t that talkative, but you played with kids on the swing, built sandcastles with them—until those two boys bullied you and the lavender boy knew he had to do something about it.
Watching you grow was a privilege. In Mitsuya’s eyes, having you was perfect. Knowing you, growing with you, embracing you in his arms—you’ve become more beautiful, your eyelashes brush over your cheeks when you blink and your lips pout instead of wobbling when you get sad. Your eyes still hold the same amount of warmth in them as that summer day he met you. You smell as sweet as a jasmine, handle his little sisters as though they are your own, delicate fingers brushing their hair, fixing their bangs, prepping their meals—you treat him and his family with something that feels so special but he would hate to be falsely reading between the lines.
Empathy and kindness have always been one of your traits, you put other people first and although Mitsuya loved it when someone realized just how much of an amazing human being you were, he hated seeing you get taken advantage of. So nice, so sweet—an angel.
You are present when Toman becomes a thing, celebrate alongside the first few members of the biker gang the birth of something so small yet so significant (with a future so big, nobody could ever foresee it). However, violence was never your thing. And so a frown sits heavy on your face whenever you see small scratches on Mitsuya’s face, remind yourself to scold him later for the bruise on his jaw—how would he explain it to his sisters? They’re probably worried sick about him!
“It’s me, can you open up?” it is a rainy summer night, your favorites. You are wearing light pajama pants and a tank top as you approach the entrance door with your heart beating in your throat. At around 11:32PM, soft knocks come to your door. You don’t move from the couch at first. Maybe they’ve mistaken the property for theirs.
Until a second round of knocks come in, and you hear the muffled voice and—wait, you know that voice! As you rush to undo the locks, nothing could’ve ever prepared you for the scene awaiting you.
Mitsuya Takashi was everything yet nothing—a leader, an older brother and a best friend, but when he comes to you so late at night with bruises and cuts all over his face—purple and red knuckles, the bones almost visible, he hisses at the feeling of the alcohol against his wounds. Tears welling up in his eyes, the sniffles--you realize how utterly small and vulnerable he is, sitting on your red couch with legs that would not rest. His limbs shake and his head hurts, you doubt that he has eaten anything all day and he watches as you sigh and rearrange the first aid kit before making your way to the kitchen.
“I’m sorry,” his voice sounds harsh, the softness to it no longer there after having yelled so much during yet another one of Toman’s fights. You give no response. You don’t need his apologies, you do not need words right now—however, starting a fight was the last thing on your mind, and clearly not what Mitsuya was able to handle in such state.
“It’s alright,” you say as you make your way back to where he was and place food in front of him. Hot and delicious, the smell alone is enough to make his mouth water and he digs in with no regard to his wounds—you hear him hiss as he pulls the chopsticks away from his lips and for the first time ever, you give a small chuckle.
Mitsuya smiles at this, a little relieved that you weren’t that mad at him. However, he sees the way you sit and face away from him, how your eyes trail longer on the uninteresting, empty road out there rather than his face. This was unlike you. You were never one to avoid eye contact with him, having openly admitted that you find solace in his lavender eyes and his gentle stare. Clearly, something was wrong.
“Are you angry with me?” It is not a surprise that the emotionally intelligent man was able to pick up on the subtle hints you’ve thrown his way about your sour mood, and you suck in your lips for a bit before finally mustering up the courage to face him. Your eyes are tired, a deep frown sitting heavy on your face and painting your features in a darker light than usual. One that has the wounded man’s heart breaking for a bit.
“Only worried,” you want to say more, Mitsuya fixing his posture to look at you encourages you to do so. “Do you have to do this?” you whisper the question so softly, so afraid that someone in the empty apartment beside Mitsuya would hear. You don’t know why you are so afraid of being heard, perhaps because you know you are overstepping into a territory that wasn’t yours—something you’ve never had the chance to experience—Toman, the community, the people in it. They all meant so much to the guy sitting next to you, wouldn’t it be insulting to ask him if he has to put his life on the line for them every time?
Upon hearing those words, a sigh leaves the guy’s lips and you feel like sinking into the couch. Conversing with Mitsuya was easy, it felt natural and smooth—why was this topic so anxiety inducing then?
“You’ve been there… you know, when it all started.” His words serve as a reminder of the day it all started, the joy on everyone’s faces when Mitsuya handed them the old Toman uniforms. You’ve seen it, how dedicated all of them were. You were understanding—but this was too much.
“I have but—Takashi, this is ridiculous,” you turn to face him and Mitsuya’s eyes flicker down to your pouty lips before staring back at your eyes. He hates seeing you so upset.
“I know, I know…” his hand slides towards your own and you feel electricity through your body when you feel his touch, the way his fingers interlace with yours and his thumb brushes over the skin of the back of your hand. “I just have to and plus, kinda needed that beating as warm up.”
“Huh?” you stare at him confused, pushing him to continue.
“Toman’s been involved in something a bit nasty,”
“But you guys are used to nasty, right?” there’s nervousness in your voice.
“Yeah but this is… This is next level,” when Mitsuya leans forward with his elbows on his knees, the serious look on his face almost sends you spiraling.
“Who?”
“Hm?”
“Who are you fighting?” You’re fighting off high levels of anxiety as he keeps you waiting for a few seconds before replying.
“Tenjiku.”
“Tenji—“ you choke on your spit, unable to finish your sentence out of pure shock. “Tenjiku! You are fighting Tenjiku? No, no no no—you’re not,” you’ve grown agitated at the mention of the name of the gang, and Mitsuya suddenly finds himself unable to calm you down as he normally can.
“Hey, it’s okay we’ve got this, we always do—“
“You always do?!” You repeat, before pointing at his state. “Look at you! You’re barely coming back in one piece, think you can fight Tenjiku?”
“Well excuse you, Toman is also very strong.” Takashi also gets up from the couch, your words having too much of an effect on the usually calm and collected man. As he watches you pace around the living room of your apartment, his hands find themselves in front of his body, reaching towards you in a futile attempt of getting you to calm or sit down. But to no avail. It seems as though the mention of such dangerously reputable biker gang sets you off, and the possibility of what might happen to the man if not careful enough sends you spiraling down faster with each short inhale you take.
“That’s—what? A thousand men against a hundred? Don’t be ridiculous Takashi.”
“How am I being ridiculous? You know Toman,” his eyebrows are furrowed and his body stops moving, indicating that your words were starting to get to him personally. “We are strong, we got this.”
“You always come back beaten up and bloody!” you half yell out exasperated. “You don’t got this if most of your body is black and blue by the time a fight is over!”
The tension in the room has grown so thick. It’s unusual given your somewhat stable friendship with the man. Slight disagreements happened here and there over things that you could easily brush off and say ‘yes, I was wrong and you were right,’ or simply ignore it and pretend it never happened. But as your voice gets louder, and you show more and more evidence of how upset you are, it’s clear as day that ‘slight’ wouldn’t describe the situation accurately. You were having a full blown argument with Mitsuya, and it still hasn’t sunk in yet.
Mitsuya can hear his heart beat in his chest, he feels his ears heating up with the amount of negative feelings he was experiencing towards this—towards you being so against Toman winning. Did you really not believe in him? Were you faking being supportive this entire time?
“You know I’m still going to go and fight alongside them, right?” The tone Takashi uses with you is so unusual that you feel your eyes brimming with tears straight away. Cold and indifferent, two things you never thought you could associate with how the man felt for you.
“Well don’t come to my place for me to clean you up. Find someone else.”
“I will.” He doesn’t wait for you to open the door for him, doesn’t say goodnight as he usually does. He doesn’t even slam the door as he leaves. He is cold and distant as he walks further and further away from you, from the argument. Reality sets in and the heavy weight of your words and reactions to his announcement come flashing back like a short movie made to embarrass you, make you feel guilty.
“Fuck.”
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“Mitsuya! You’re distracted!” Another punch lands on the lavender hair’s jaw, sending him flying into the ground with a loud thud. Although his injuries aren’t as bad as half of Toman’s, his disorganized state is sending most of his division members into a panicked state. He was never like this.
“Ugh--!” Before he can stand up, he is being kicked repeatedly in the guts until blood spills out of his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to roll over and away from whoever’s attacking him to avoid another harsh blow to his body. He gets on one knee with an arm around his middle, protecting his injuries and he coughs out blood before letting his wobbly legs help him stand up straight.
“Shit—sorry,” his hand wipes at the blood on his lips. He gets into a fighting stance and immediately, the look in his eyes changes into something fiercer, more passionate. He hates that the argument with you is the only thing on his mind. Your words, your tone, even the way you haven’t reached out to him in a couple of days. He hates fighting with you, despises the fact that maybe you were right, and that Tenjiku are beating them up. But one glance at his division members—at Toman, it reminds him that the roars of victory when the fight ends, the tears of joy. The pain in his body could never compare to the happiness and satisfaction of being in this gang, his second family. However, he cannot wait for everything to be over, and for you two to make up.
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The universe has a strange way of showing that two people are meant to be. As Mitsuya makes his way back to his apartment, several groans escape his lips as he drags his bloodied and beaten up body up the stairs. He preferred going to yours because there were less stairs but…It looks like it wasn’t an option now. As his hand twists the knob of his door, he is fully prepared to see a mortified baby sitter asking him what exactly had happened—but instead, he sees something else. Or rather someone.
Earlier that night, things were a bit messy for you. Feeling as though you have been punched repeatedly in the guts wasn’t an enjoyable feeling—the nausea amplified by your shallow breathing, your nostrils hurting from the harsh cold air and your throat dry as a desert as your body refuses to swallow, instead sending you into an anxious state as it forgets to let the oxygen into your lungs. You choke as you get away from the window and run to the kitchen to grab some water, you open the tap and let the cold liquid hit your wrists, calm your nerves. You lean against the sink with your elbows propped against the surface and your lips pathetically wobble as tears threaten to spill. You couldn’t handle this anymore.
You were glad that Luna and Mana had gone down to sleep easily, a short story about a princess that wandered around the forest, slipping down a mystery hole into a magical world which she ended up ruling had the girls’ eyes sparkle, yet the tiredness was visible as their under eyes darkened, eyelids heavy and before you knew it—tiny snores resonated through their shared room. You checked on them a couple of times throughout the night, and although the sight of them sleeping so soundly had you place a hand on your chest as muscle memory, your body wanting to show its relief—your brain was running a thousand miles per hour. Takashi—how was he? Would he even make it back? You feel as though you were a bit harsh with him when telling him that you wouldn’t treat his wounds—but his stubbornness, you couldn’t handle it anymore.
There is a crackling noise coming from the fireplace, and you know that the coldness of your body calls for warming up but—but not now, not when Mitsuya wasn’t back home yet, and it was already approaching three in the morning.
As strange as it may seem, the invisible thread connecting the two of you was tugging from both sides and you find yourself staring at the door knob before it starts twisting. When the door swings open and a bloody Mitsuya comes in sight, the first thing that leaves your lips is a defeated “oh” before your feet rush you to the first aid kit you had brought with you from your place.
“What…are you doing here?” Takashi is the first to break the silence as he limps towards the couch. You don’t answer, you gently place him on the cushions before cradling his face in your hands. He doesn’t like the look on your face, how your eyes are brimming with tears and your bottom lip wobbles before you look away to hide the fact that you were very close to bursting into tears.
“I was never going to come.” You admit, but it was obviously a lie. Not with the way you carefully unbutton his uniform top and hand him a bottle of water to keep him hydrated.
“I know,” his voice had gone low, almost ashamed to be in such position.
“Did you at least win?” You whisper as you open the kit and pull out cotton and some disinfectant for his wounds, a bandage for his for his arms and legs. His uniform was ripped, destroyed from being tossed to the ground repeatedly, but the proud smile on his face eases your worries a bit. You miss seeing his lips curl up like that.
“Toman never loses.”
The next few minutes go by in complete silence, with the occasional hiss and groans from the man being treated and your soft apologies. The living room is filled with something so intense, ready to snap at any given moment. When Takashi groans as you press at a certain spot between his ribs, you freeze and look up at him.
“You broke a bone?”
“I figured with how hard I was getting beaten,” he holds his side with a slight wince.
“Takashi…” said man looks down at you, and his eyes soften when he sees that the tears you once held in were finally spilling out. “You’re so reckless, I—you stress me out,” you try to wipe your tears away, but it seems useless. The more tears fall down, the less control you have over your sobs. You are on the verge of a full breakdown and the man sitting before you on the couch can’t help but reach his hands towards you to smooth your hair, push it out of your wet face.
“Hey…hey I’m fine, I’m sorry that I caused you this much stress I just—“
“I don’t wanna lose you,” you cut him off abruptly, moving your hands away from your face and letting him fully cradle your face. “I can’t imagine living without you, Taka,” before your lip could start wobbling again, Takashi’s thumb gently brushes over it and pulls it down.
“You won’t lose me,” he whispers, leaning down to your level. “Ever. I know I get beaten up very often, but I always come back in one piece, don’t I?”
“But what if something happens?” you’re finally letting your worries float to the surface openly. Rather than telling him not to fight like last time, you are now fully admitting that you were anxious about his absence, how much he means to you and how his well being affects your life. “What if—what if you lose, you die and I don’t have you in my life?”
“That wouldn’t be so horrible, hm? I do cause you a lot of stress apparently,” he tries to joke, lift up your mood but you shake your head almost harshly, hands grabbing his wrists.
“I need you with me, in my life. I need you next to me, I wanna be selfish and keep you all to myself, Taka,”
“All to yourself?” His thumb then brushes your cheek, up to your eyebrows before pushing your sweaty strands out of your face. “Sounds like you got something else to say, don’t you?”
His voice isn’t playful, but rather encouraging. His lavender eyes are filled with something so comforting yet so intense. For the first time ever, you feel nervous in his presence.
“That I love you. I’m in love with you, you don’t even know how horrible it feels when I have to treat your cuts and wounds and have to watch you be so careless about something that is so precious to me,” your hands let go of his wrists to cradle his face, mirroring his actions. He melts under your touch, nuzzling into the palm of your hands like a feline craving heat during winter.
“Lucky you, I’d love to have you all to myself too,”
“You do?”
“I do,” he nods and tilts your head up to stare at him. “I have wanted you all to myself for so long, it’s kind of ridiculous. That warm smile,” his other hand traces your lips. “Those gorgeous eyes,” he leans in and presses a kiss to your eyelids. “This pure soul,” his lips then press against your forehead, between your eyebrows. “I’ve wanted you to be all mine for so long, watched myself fall in love with you harder with every moment we spent together. My heart, my soul—they yearned for yours. For your eyes to only stare at me, for those lips to only smile at me—I love you.”
You feel your cheeks heating up with every word, every honeyed sentence leaving his lips like a sweet melody. You can’t bring yourself to say anything in return, not when looking at him seems so difficult, your eyes, chest and whole body feeling hot at the realization that he feels the same.
Takashi was in love with you.
“You made my confession seem so lame,” you break the silence with a sniffle, and your face heats up even more when he starts laughing at your embarrassed state.
“It wasn’t lame at all, my love, my heart is about to burst at your words,”
“Don’t—you’re so comfortable already!” You try to pull away from him when he uses such sweet pet names on you.
“I am the luckiest to be with my best friend, my baby,” he presses his lips against your cheeks with a grin, going in for another kiss when he feels your hot cheeks. “Of course I’d be comfortable.”
Falling for your best friend seemed like the worst possible outcome when you realized you were developing feelings for him, but when he was holding you with so much care and staring at you with such warm eyes—all those worries melted away against the palm of his hand, accepting the love he had for you with open arms and an open heart.
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ariachaos · 2 months
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ALBINO S/O FOR ANYONE OF THE TOKYO REVENGERS BOIZ PLEEAAASE!!!! IT'D BE SUPER CUTE!!! JUST A BEAUTIFUL ALIBINO WOMEN!!! I LOVE THEY'RE WHITE HAIR AND UNATURALLY YET STILL UNIQUELLY BEAUTIFUL EYES!!!
i've never seen albino ppl in real life, but i imagine them to be an absolute beauty <3
reader is fem! reader
ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉⁿˡʸ ʷʰⁱᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ !!
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being mitsuya's s/o includes...
he's been in love with you since he first saw you.
thought he saw an angel instead of another student and had to do a few double takes at your appearance
was internally screaming when he first talked to you because how would anyone be so calm when talking to you? he certainly wasn't. his hands were sweaty, he had to look away from your eyes every now and then because they were so pretty it was overwhelming for him.
trust me when i say your entire wardrobe is handmade by him. no need to go to the mall and struggle to find the good colors for you, he'll get it done himself.
anything from summer dresses to winter coats, he'll handle. not only because is having people wear the things he made them a source of pride for him, but also because he wants to flex about having a beautiful gf.
thinks you're the most elegant and prettiest person he's laid eyes on, even when your hair makes you look like you've been struck by a bomb in the morning. you could have drool on your face and he'll still think you're an angel.
literally will go "aww, you're so pretty" when you look like a wreck after having a five hour nap.
there's no way he's going to see you any differently because you're too good of a catch for him to do you dirty.
actually, mitsuya wouldn't do anyone dirty because he's a green flag, and i wholeheartedly believe mitsuya is incapable of thinking that a woman MUST do something or HAS to listen to their man all the time and stuff like that.
he's well aware there are plenty of guys out there who could spoil you better than he could, but he also knows they don't know you like he does, nor do they take the time to properly get to know you like he did.
hence, mitsuya does have a bit of a protective streak.
it totally makes sense because he's worried that someone's going to hurt you for saying no, since somehow, that's a crime nowadays.
always has an arm wrapped around you, keep you close to him when you're going out, tries to hold your hand as much as possible, even when going grocery shopping because it's happened before.
someone tried asking you out and threw a fit at you for saying no... at a grocery store.
mitsuya learned that some people seriously have no self-dignity or shame. all the more reason to keep you safe, and honestly, you can't even deny that you don't want any similar encounters like that (i wouldn't for sure)
as beautiful as you are, mitsuya is a man of culture and focuses on your personality because nothing is more prettier than a s/o who loves you to the moon and back <3
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y-umiko · 10 months
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Hello!! May I request tokyo revengers characters reacting to reader still feeling the guilt of their past toxic friendship, even though the reader left the person due to their toxic behaviour they still feel somehow sad and guilty about themselves when they went through all that manipulation. I don't know if you listen to Melanie Martinez's new album Portals but the song EVIL explains it all. Could you do characters like Mitsuya, Chifuyu and Mikey and if you want to a character by your wish? I hope you're doing well and I'd appreciate it if you do my request. Thank you :)
TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN YOU RUN INTO YOUR TOXIC FRIEND
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CHARACTER(S): Mitsuya . Chifuyu . Mikey WARNING/S: toxic friends A/n: I slightly change the request, sorry. I hope you like it.
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Mitsuya
Waiting patiently in front of the cinema for Mitsuya who presented to bring tickets. a familiar voice called out to you.
"oh? If isn't Y/n? watching a movie alone?" the familiar voice said causing you to turn around and sure enough, it was who you thought it was.
the certain friend who you've been avoiding for some time. you slightly grimaced but quickly put up a somewhat uncomfortable smile, not wanting to be rude. "no…I'm with my boyfriend"
"What?" she gasped, eyeing you down from head to toe before a snicker left her lips, "wearing that? you can't be serious"
suddenly, you were conscious of what you wearing but decided not to take it to heart. knowing how toxic this friend was, the days you let yourself be deceived by her sugar-coated but toxic words are over.
"I don't care I didn't wear this for you or for anyone else for that matter"
your ex-friend seemed to be taken aback, since when did you talk back to her? "I'm just saying this as a friend, but your outfit is kind of ugly" she spat.
unconsciously, your fingers fisted into a fist trying to control yourself and not let her words get to you. not anymore. however, the presence next to you calmed you down, Mitsuya taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours putting you back in place.
"I think she looks pretty" he casually smiled at your friend before turning to the side to look at you. a soft expression on his face, "she always looked pretty whatever she wore"
"I'm sorry, okay? it was just a joke you don't have to take it seriously" your ex-friend quickly replied, trying to wave it off with a fake smile. but despite all that Mitsuya knew better.
"It doesn't sounds like a joke to me"
"tsk, whatever, see you around y/n", she scoffed. "you're not seeing her again", Mitsuya remarked as you two watched her retreating figure.
despite the warmth on your chest, the feeling of guilt consumed you, suddenly ending a friendship built over the years (If you ever call that friendship), was not easy.
squeezing Mitsuya's hands, you turned towards him who was already giving you his full undivided attention. "Maybe I was being mean? should I text her an apology"
he was wearing his familiar smile as he ruffle your hair affectionally, "You have nothing to apologize for, and I meant what I said about you looking pretty every time, so don't let her words get to you"
his words making you smile wider, "how did I get so lucky with you" you mumbled, your sincerity making him flush as he brought up his other hand to the back of his head and scratched it hastilly while the tips of his ears were clearly red.
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Chifuyu
You were waiting for Chifuyu at the school gate, when you felt arms drape over your shoulder, your heart quickly sinking to your stomach realizing there was only one person who casually do that.
"yo y/n! Are you free?" he cheerfully greeted right behind you. you quickly shrug his hold on you, thankfully he let you as you take a step back, putting distance between you two. which he should have understood right away but as usual your friend has no respect for personal space as he also took a step towards you.
"I'm waiting for my boyfriend", you replied, fingers gripping hard on the strap of your bag. silently hoping he leaves you alone already.
"oh that's great, ditch him and hang out with me, I'll introduce you to my other friends" he casually said with a smile on his face like it wasn't a cruel thing to do. your chest suddenly tightening,
remembering how you ditched your other friends for him, remembering how he guilt-tripped you every time you refused. but now is different, you won't let him manipulate you anymore.
"I can't just ditch my boyfriend" you voiced out, merely above a whisper as you avoid his eyes.
"oh come on, You never want to see me anymore, you spend all your time with that boyfriend of yours" he whined, faking getting hurt as if he does miss you and you hated how it slightly tugged at your heart string.
you gritted your teeth in annoyance, "At least he does remember me, you only remember me when you need me for something or when you're bored, friends are not supposed to be like that"
however, instead of an apology you were expecting like the friend you thought he was, he sneered at you, "You don't get it, do you? I'm doing you a favor, you see, nobody's sane enough to hang out with you all the time, you're intolerable, give your man some space"
"speak for yourself"
a sudden voice interrupted as suddenly there was a distance between you and your friend, Chifuyu placed himself between you and your friend, protectively pulling you behind him. a glare in his eyes, "It's rude to force someone to come with you when they clearly don't want to"
"I'm not forcing her, I'm just saying friends should spend some time from time to time," he remarked but his previous smile was already gone, he was more on guard the moment Chifuyu arrived. Chifuyu glanced at you as if asking you if you wanted to go with your friend, you didn't need to shake your head no for him to know you have no intention of going.
"suit yourself" your friend sneered as he backed away tauntingly out of sight. not wanting to piss off Chifuyu who clearly has a reputation throughout the school.
"Are you okay?" Chifuyu spoke first thing. not missing your furrowed eyebrows. already knowing you were feeling guilty for dismissing your long-term friend just like that. Chifuyu took hold of your hands for reassurance, smiling at you like he always does. "sometimes it's better to let some friends go"
"I mean, we've been friends for so long maybe I'm -"
"- clearly not at fault, unless he apologizes and changes for the better, friends like that are better to be discarded" he cut you off, before linking his arms around yours and leading you both out of the school.
"Besides, he doesn't know shit, I like spending time with you, I don't need space, so give me all the time you can"
silence take over you, overwhelmed at the love he was giving, as you watched a blush creeping on his cheeks before he looked away, mumbling incoherent things, quickly explaining his side, but none of that mattered as you smile at your intertwined fingers.
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Mikey
"Y/n! I've been looking all over for you"
one minute you were walking and the next thing you knew, your friend was running towards you, stopping right in front of you.
"you weren't answering your phone" he pouted, trying to catch his breath from running all over the school looking for you. while you hesitated but asked him anyway.
"do you need something?"
"yeah you see, I have a history assignment due tomorrow and I haven't one single clue how to do it, I was hoping you could help me?" he pleaded, and normally, on any day you would have said yes in a heartbeat because that's what friends do right?
helping each other with assignments, yes, but not doing the others' assignments. your heart sank at the thought, a part of you hoping that wasn't the case for your long-time friend but here he was again proving you wrong all over again.
"I'm actually busy with my other classes" you declined butt your friend was persuasive, already taking out his notebooks and textbook from his backpack, as if he didn't hear any of your words.
"help a friend will ya? you know if I haven't been busy helping my parents I would have done it, but I was just so busy lately It slip my mind" he pushed, handing his notebook and textbook to you which you refused to take.
"y/n, you're taking so long" a familiar voice whined as you felt arms wrapped around your waist, a blond hair on your peripheral view as Mikey rest his chin on your shoulder. "Mikey? what are you doing here?" you gasp in surprise because mainly, Mikey is from another school.
"I've been waiting outside for so long, I miss you" he pouted before his eyes travel to your friend. "who are you?"
"ah you must be y/n's boyfriend, I'm (f/n), I'm her friend" Mikey stared at him as if his name was familiar before he realize who he was. "ah! you're the one who keeps making Y/n do his own homework!"
you and your friend were surprised, to say the least at the sudden outburst of Mikey, who let go of his hold on you, placed himself in front of you, and looked up at your friend who was inches taller than him. "because of you y/n has to do extra homework taking the time that's supposed to be mine. you're a Minnie! even ken-chin doesn't do my homework for me, do your homework!" Mikey angrily burst out, while you only watch in amazement, as if he took the words out of your mouth to say to your friend.
"I-I see, I guess I'll do it tonight" Your friend Shurg, flustered at the turn of events as he left confused. but soon guilt overwhelms you, guilt for turning down a friend, thinking if it could have proceeded differently.
"but would he be okay? he's not the best at history, should have I helped him anyway?" you muttered worriedly while Mikey only huffed.
"friends shouldn't do each other's homework, or that's what Ken-chin always said. he always makes you do his homework, that's now how friends are for, you're like a lackey!"
stifling a laugh you linked your arms with Mikey, kissing his cheek and dragging him away from the school, "I didn't know you could be cool in a different way"
he simply tilts his head in confusion while you bite back a chuckle at his obliviousness, "Well, that's one less homework to do"
"but you'll help me with mine right?" he muttered, a slight worry in his eyes. knowing Draken had already given up helping him with his homework.
"as long as you don't fall asleep"
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kazutorabora · 3 months
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— takashi mitsuya boyfriend headcanons ͙͘͡★
⚰️ - requests open
🦇 - gender neutral reader ! fluff
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↠ your family would love him , he would get along so good with your family ( & especially with your younger siblings)
↠ would 100% sew you clothes & would blush when he sees you wearing them
↠ would bring you breakfast to bed
— " here love, i made you breakfast while you were sleeping "
↠ loves all of your insecurities and would compliment you 24/7
↠ loves physical touch, especially kisses!! he would shower you in kisses, he just cant get enough of your lips
↠ takes you to the fanciest restaurants and never lets you pay
↠ loves to help you with your homework and would explain everything to you in detail so that you will actually understand the topic
↠ he would also love to teach you how to sew
↠ never makes you uncomfortable and will always ask for your consent
↠ loves to gift you plushies that remind him of you
— " i found this cute strawberry plushie and it reminded me of you so i bought it "
↠ loves it when you cook for him but also loves when you guys cook together
↠ also loves to take pictures of you, print them out and hang them up in his room
↠ this one is obvious but hes so good with kids, hes going to be a great father
[ lmk what you think of these headcanons ]
— tags 🏷️
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mxnbi · 3 months
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His muse
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ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙Timeskip mitsuya X fem!reader
ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙ For the life of him Mitsuya was never able to step out of his creative comfort zone, not until you waltzed in, giving him a surge of ideas and inspiration.
ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙cw: Pussy eating, overstimulation, fem reader, costume sex
21+ nsfw smut, minors DNI
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Mitsuya spun around on his chair aimlessly, fingers pinching at his nose and eyebrows scrunched up in frustration.
He’s been at this for a week now and he has 3 more days before he has to present his final design to his client.
Bondage fashion has never been his forte, but this deal could be his breakthrough in this industry, so he just had to take up on the offer.
Magazines and crumpled up reject designs scattered all over the floor as he stares blankly at his naked mannequin, regretting every choice he has made up until this point.
Not giving up though , he slapped himself on the face as a wake up call and hunched over his desk, getting right back into work.
“Let’s see, Versace, DIDU…hm Richard Quinn..”
Flipping through pages and pages of magazines with a pencil between his lips, his thoughts were interrupted when you walked in, showing off your new Halloween costume.
“Babe look at what I’m going as this Halloween, Cat Woman!”
He turns his head towards you and scanned your figure from head to toe.
He watched you spin and prance around the room with a whip in hand to go with your look.
Seeing the way that shiny latex perfectly hugs your curvy figure, and how the whip wrapped around your waist and chest when you twirl around, his pants tightened by the second.
“I..wow I mean, I don’t even know what to say you….you look stunning.”
As you jumped at his praise, a light bulb went off inside Mitsuya’s mind.
Feeling a sudden grip on your waist, he pulls you onto his work table, sweeping his equipment and tools off the table.
Confusion and borderline anger was written all over your face when you see him raise a pair of fabric sheers to your costume.
“What on earth are you doing Mitsuya!?”
Cutting away at your costume, you shivered when you felt the cool air brush on your skin.
“I’ll make you a whole, new and improved costume okay my love? Just sit still and be pretty.”
Parts of the shoulder were gone, cut outs around your thigh and hips, the already suggestive costume just became a whole lot skimpier.
As he snipped away at your chest area, his hard on becomes more pronounced after seeing how the latex was barely keeping all your boobs in.
He took a step back and relished at his creation. Your chest spilling out and over the cups of your top and pants that no longer have enough fabric to be even called underwear.
You felt a warmth creep up on your cheeks after Mitsuya’s intense 1 minute long stare at your practically naked body. Your hand coming up to cover whatever you could.
Mitsuya walked over to you and settled himself between your legs, pulling your arm down to hold onto his slender waist.
“What could I ever do without you? You really saved me from a creative dry spell.”
Blushing harder at his loving words, his boner was poking at you, gaining your attention.
The sexual tension in the air was so thick, you almost couldn’t breathe. Noticing your flustered emotions, a tender kiss was placed on your cheek, and then your lips.
Mitsuya did not stop there though, sneaking a tongue into your mouth mid kiss, kick starting a make out session which resulted in him losing his shirt in the process.
Your hands roam his body. From his toned back, to his firm chest, all the while not breaking your kiss. His hands made good work of your body as well, making sure to explore every inch of you like he always has.
“God you really are the best thing to ever happen to me.”
He whispers into your mouth in between kisses, sending shockwaves of pleasure to your throbbing pussy, aching for some attention as well.
Mitsuya couldn’t take it any longer, he ripped open your bottom half of whatever was left of your costume, pulling your panties to the side and slid 2 fingers in.
“A-ah fuck Mitsuya…”
His long fingers curving up into your G-spot, as his lips moved down to your neck, leaving purple love bites to make sure everyone knows you are his muse.
Pumping his fingers in and out of you, you almost came right then and there. But, Mitsuya knows your body like the back of his hand. He pulled out right before you could even say anything.
“Mitsuyaa why would you do that?”
Your whining fall on deaf ears as he pushed you down on his table. Now laying flat, he threw your legs over his shoulder and lowered himself down to eye level with your dripping cunt.
“I could do this all day.”
Teasing you with his soft kitten licks, he left long trails of saliva between your lips and onto your sensitive clit.
His one hand snakes up and down your body, playing with your tits in his hand and giving your hard nipple the occasional twist. His other hand palmed at his hard cock through his sweatpants, hoping to release some of the ache.
“A-ah fuck tsuya please…”
He’s relentless teasing drove you nuts, paying attention to every part of you except where you needed it most, minus the flicking of your clit with his tongue here and there, which honestly, drove you even more insane.
“Be patient my love, I’ll give you what you want.”
After what felt like hours of torture, he swirled his tongue around your clit, releasing a loud moan from between your lips.
Your hands reached down to grab at his hair, pushing him down deeper into your pussy while you pathetically grind on his face.
Mitsuya palmed his now leaking cock even harder, getting more aroused at being used by his hot girlfriend.
“Oh my god oh my god fuck fuck fuck! I’m so close tsuya fuck.”
You blabbered a bunch of words as you soon reach your climax. Riding on Mitsuya’s face as he lapped away at your soaking cunt even faster and harder than before.
Soon enough, you came all over Mitsuya, coating his lips in a thin sheen of your juice.
Attempting to push him away, you felt him grip onto the sides of your thighs, keeping you in place as he continued to eat you out.
“Ah fuck! S-stop Mitsuya that’s too much..”
You writhed in his grip but he was far too strong, your legs shook on the sides of his head as he ignored your pleas.
He moaned ever so slightly into your cunt, as he watched you struggled helplessly in his hands, crying out loud in pleasure from the overstimulation. The vibration sent chills up your spine, making your eyes roll back in pure pleasure.
Feeling your second high approaching, you muttered out whatever words you could.
“C-coming..tsuya..”
Feeling a pressure in your lower abdomen, you squirt all over Mitsuya’s face and torso.
Your back now arching against the table, you convulsed and shook non stop, legs shaking on his shoulders as he looked up at you like you were his little slut.
Standing up, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and pulled you back up by your waist, supporting you with his palm on your back.
Looking up at him as he tucked your hair behind your ears lovingly, he flashed you a sweet smile, one that you could never get sick of.
“Sorry if that was too much, got a bit carried away.”
He smiled at you sheepishly while scratching the back of his neck, and you shook your head, protesting against him.
Looking down at the still prominent tent in his pants, you looked back at him suggestively.
“You wanna finish this upstairs?”
Winking at him, a red tone coated his cheeks. Wasting no time, he picked you up over his shoulders and left for the bedroom.
“I hope you’re not too tired, this is going to be a long night for you baby.”
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manjibunny · 4 months
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"I JUST WANNA SEE YOU SHINE 'CAUSE I KNOW YOU ARE A ✶STARGIRL ✶"
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★SYNOPSIS★: Being the good wife that you are, you decided to treat your husband to breakfast in bed. Takashi being a good husband, decides he'd much rather indulge in you ★
★C/W★: fem! reader, sub! reader, dom! Mitsuya, ptv, nipple play, unprotected sex (stay safe yall), fingering, mentions of food, petnames used (baby, my love, my girl), Mitsuya really said "My kink is true love", good ol' kitchen sex
★W/C★: 1,8k+
★A/N★: I got inspired by "Stargirl Interlude" by the Weeknd and Lana del Rey, so I had to write my thots down for @rinterlude The Weekndcollab 💜 Special thx to @avatarofstars for listening to me ramble about this fic at 2 am <333
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Streaks of light shone through the blinds, kissing you awake from your peaceful slumber. Upon opening your eyes, you’re blessed by the sight of your husband’s sleeping face. Taking a moment to admire his beauty, you thanked every God that you’ve had the pleasure of meeting, falling in love with, and marrying Mitsuya Takashi. Life is wonderful right now, you thought to yourself. 
You stood up from your comfy bed, making sure not to wake Takashi up. He is always so busy, you thought to yourself. Always waking up early, always going to bed late. He deserves to rest a little more. 
Tiptoeing out of your shared bedroom, you made your way to the kitchen. You wanted to surprise your husband with breakfast in bed. You hummed to yourself as you got all the ingredients to make pancakes. Getting ready to start making the batter, a set of strong arms wrap around your frame, pulling you against a warm body. You let out a surprised gasp, not expecting Takashi to wake up so early. 
“Good morning baby” you giggled. “Wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but of course you had to ruin it” You teased your husband, feeling heat creep up your face as you felt his face buried into your neck. 
“Good morning my love. Was hoping to wake up next to my beautiful wife. Imagine my surprise when I found the bed cold and empty without you in it” He mumbled teasingly, his husky morning voice making you feel butterflies in your stomach. 
“Yeah? Well, I would have been quick, you know?” You teased back. Takashi chuckled, letting his hands roam your body. Takashis hands lightly gripped your hips, 
“Not fast enough for me, my dear” He mused, gently nibbling your earlobe. Heat crept up your face as Takashi gently bit down on your earlobe, earning a light moan from you. He always knew how to get a reaction out of you. As his lips pressed yearning kisses on your sensitive neck, Takashi’s hand slowly crept under your, well, his shirt, fingers caressing your skin. 
“You know, I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed” You breathed out, drunk of Takashi's gentle touches. He always managed to make you feel so incredibly hot and bothered without trying hard. It was natural for the both of you, your body reacted to him, and his body reacted to you. A gasp left your lips as you felt something hard poke your lower back. 
“I’d rather have you” He breathed out, lips attacking your neck as his hips grinded against your ass, his fingers traveling along your torso, sending a chill down your spine  “Can I please have you? My love?” You eagerly nodded, biting your lower lip to prevent moans from slipping out of your mouth. No matter how many times Takashi touched you - and he touched you plenty of times - you still felt so shy to show him how much you wanted him. 
“Love” He stopped kissing you “I need to hear it. Can I have you?” His tone was gentle, he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. Forcing himself onto you or making you feel that you were obligated to do anything with him, so having you verbally confirm your wants and needs was routine for him. Besides that, Takashi loves hearing your needy whines for more.
Heat rushed to your cheeks, the coil in your stomach grew tighter as Takashi pleaded with his hoarse morning voice for a signal to to remove your clothes. The want for him outgrew your shyness, and you whimpered “Yes, please have me”
A satisfied grin spread across Takashi’s face. His hands swiftly traveled up your body, lightly kneading your breasts. His lips soon found their way back to your neck, gently nibbling on your tender skin. Passion ignited inside you, your love and lust for your husband overwhelmed your senses. Your moans got louder and louder as Takashi continued to touch your body. You couldn’t feel any shame anymore, not when Takashi pinched and rolled your nipples between his fingers. 
“Please, want more” you whined, the throb between your legs becoming unbearable for you. That was all Takashi needed to hear to move one of his hands lower, hooking his fingers on the waistband of your panties and pulling them lower. You slightly spread your legs to give him better access, at which Takashi chuckled. 
“My my, you are so eager, aren’t you?” He teased. You were about to retort back with a witty remark, until his index finger gently rubbed your clit. A sinful moan escaped your lips as Takashi teased your clit with one hand, while the other was preoccupied with your nipple. 
“Ah, music to my ears” Takashi mused, biting your earshell. 
Takashi is a very skilled man, he always knew how to please his woman. He rubbed tight circles on your sensitive bundles of nerves, making you feel desperate for his dick. His fingers haven't even been inside your greedy hole, yet he was able to tell that you were soaking wet when he felt your slick dripped out your hole, coating your panties and his fingers with your essence. The sounds you made as he played with your clit were beyond pornographic for Takashi, his dick was leaking precum just by your erotic mewls. 
You on the other hand felt like you were on cloud nine. Feeling so sensitive, you swore you could cum just by Takashi circling his fingers on your clit, but you knew that you wouldn’t be satisfied until you felt his pulsing dick inside you.  
Feeling as if he teased your poor little clit enough, Takashi dipped his index finger inside your pussy. Your needy cunt welcomed his finger greedily, sucking it inside and clinging to it for dear life as he pumped - or rather, attempted - to pump his finger in and out. Soon, he added a second finger, and after that a third finger. Finding your sweet sweet g-spot wasn’t hard for your husband, after all it wasn’t the first time his fingers were knuckles deep inside your cunt. 
He curled his fingers, making sure to hit your g-spot repeatedly. You were seeing stars at this point, chanting his name as if it were a gospel. The coil in your stomach grew tighter, before eventually snapping.
“Fuck, Baby!” You cried out as you climaxed on his fingers, coating them with your juices. Takashi helped you ride out your orgasm before pulling his fingers out of your pussy. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, tasting your release. 
“So fucking sweet” He hummed pleased “You did such a good job, baby”
But you weren’t satisfied quite yet. You haven’t even properly come down from your high, but you still wanted more of Takashi.
“Baby, want your dick inside. Please” You begged, already salivating at the thought of your pussy getting stretched out by his cock and filled with his cum. 
Takashi groaned at your plea. Truth be told he was barely able to contain himself,  he just wanted to sink his painfully hard cock sink inside your dripping pussy and feel your spongy walls clench around him. He quickly retreated his hand from your hardened bud and pulled his underwear down. With an angry red tip, his long, thick cock springed free from Takashi’s boxers. 
“Your wish is my command, my love” Takashi grunted into your ear as he aligned his throbbing cock to your cunt. Tears welled up in your eyes as his tip split you apart, the pain adding to your pleasure. 
He barely fit inside, no matter the amount of prep Takashi would do to loosen you up, he would always have to slowly and carefully push between your ever so tight walls, trying to contain himself from cumming on the spot. After all, your pleasure always comes first. He pushed his dick deeper inside you, kissing your neck once he was fully inside you. 
“Good job, love. Always taking me so well” He huskily whispered into your ear, waiting for your signal to move. You were panting hard from feeling him inside of you. Your knees were jittery and your breath was hard, so you tried to calm yourself down. He wouldn’t move otherwise. He needed to know that you were able to take him. 
Takashi lovingly wiped your tears as your breath steadied. “You’re doing so well. My big, strong girl can handle her man” He gently kissed your cheek. 
“But you know, we can also stop-”
“No, I want you. I need you” You stated firmly. “Please move. I’m ready”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Takashi set a slow pace, trying to not overwhelm you. Still, his dick hit all the right places. A choked moan escaped your lips as you felt him grind his hips against your ass. A mixture of slapping sounds, your high pitched moans and Takashi’s low groans echoed through your kitchen as Takashi made love to you. 
His chest was pressed against your back, and you were able to feel his heartbeat thumping loudly against his ribcage. You felt strangely relaxed feeling his heart beating so quickly as his thick cock parted your gummy walls. You never doubted that Takashi loved you, but realizing that he wanted you as badly as you wanted him made tugged on your heart. 
“Taka, I love you so much” You mewled, feeling yourself getting close again. Gripping the kitchen counter, you arched your back, feeling overwhelmed by all the stimuli you were feeling. Takashi’s hands lightly gripped your hips, careful to not hurt you or leave any marks on your skin. 
“I love you too” Takashi groaned “So, so, so much. Can’t live without you”
Your walls tighten around his dick as you heard his words. Takashi’s thrusts became more sloppy, you and him were both so close. He kissed your cheek gently, his hand soon finding yours and intertwining his fingers with yours. Moving your head to the side, you met his lips with yours. 
“Cum with me baby. Cum for me, my love” Takashi grunted, so close to spilling inside you. Getting the confirmation you needed, you finally released. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you sobbed out Takashi’s name. Takashi soon followed suit. He kissed your lips, effectively muffling his moans as he came inside you. 
Once both of you came down from the high, Takashi cupped your face before kissing you tenderly. 
“Are you ok, baby?” 
You hummed in response “Never felt better in my entire life” Takashi chuckled, peppering your face with small kisses before eventually landing on your lips again. 
“I’m glad” He exclaimed “Now go to bed. I can feel your legs shaking, "he teased.
“Let me make you breakfast in bed, ok, baby? My girl deserves is after being able to take me so well”
Oh indeed, life was great.
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urfavslav · 3 months
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toman!mikey, mitsuya, kokonoi + implied fem!reader (seperately), tw ed, recovery from ed [absolutely, congrats on working on recovery! I'm proud of you! hope i did this justice <3 🫂💞]
request: (@giannitaa) heyy!! how are you? could i please requests for a fem!reader recovering from an eating disorder with mitsuya, mikey and extra characters from tokyo revengers? (please if you don't feel comfortable writting about this just tell me because i want to know if it's a yes or a no) i had an eating disorder (anorexia) and i'm slowly introducing myself to new foods or meals that i used to have before my eating disorder 🥹a fluff/comfort headcanons please and thank you! have a great day/good night/good afternoon
mikey is definitely the type to take out put to eat whenever he gets the chance. cafe after ur classes are done, small restaurant after a big fight and his energy is depleted, breakfast before a trip out to the beach. if you don't feel comfortable eating as often as he does, that's ok! he's push you once or maybe twice but he knows when to back off. will also share his meal, you wanna try what he has go ahead! as long as you share yours, yknow taxes. mikey will be there if you feel like venting about a relapse, gushing about a new food you tried or anything in between! he's all ears and at ur side at the drop of a hat!
mitsuya, this sweetheart. :( always texting you to make sure u have at least 2-3 meals a day and stay hydrated. (but listen to ur body!) I think he struggles with eating to, but in a sense of forgetting to eat, with his sisters and his dreams of the fashion industry I think he can get pretty carried away. I think you two would def remind each other to have at least some snacks <3 omg dates/hangouts would be so cute 😭 imagine picking places to go get food and just talk. he's such a chill guy. always offering to take care of the bill, yall end up splitting/taking turns anyway. v supportive! tries to learn about your disorder and how to help you with recovery
koko, cmon you already know ow he's probably worried without reason and tries to spoil you. mentioned a meal you wanna eat? yeah he got reservations a few days ago to a new restaurant. you don't like eating in public? that's ok too, personal chef for dinner <3 he cares about you and wants to make your recovery as comfortable as possible. the type to make sure you have water and ur drink of choice and snacks available to you. once in a blue moon he will make you a super cute meal, like rilakkuma omurice or a cutesy curry. he's trying ok
★ all works belong to @urfavslav , do not repost on anywhere else with or without credit, do not plagiarise. thank you !
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aakariiiii · 4 months
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You’ll Catch My Coldˏˋ°•*⁀➷
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contains: mitsuya being sick, thats really it….
requests: open
a/n: i had this uncompleted in my drafts so i finished writing it n here i am uploading it!!! i kinda (only kinda) like it tbh so i hope you guys like it as well, just a reminder that requests are open!!!! please enjoy reading it <33
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It was 2pm at the moment, and I have been woken from my deep slumber that I promised myself I would get as a reward of my hard work during the academic year.
“Who the fuck wakes up at 2pm on the first day of summer vacation. And who the fuck even woke me up?” I ask myself as I rub my eyes to help clear my obscured vision.
My phone has been ringing for the past eternity, and it’s not shutting up.
I grab my phone to check who’s the asshole who’s been calling ever since the morning, only to find out that it’s my very dear boyfriend, mitsuya.
11 missed calls from taka <3
“oh shit, oh shit” I curse to myself as worry embraces me, spreading through my veins insidiously.
Did he die? Did something happen to him?
I ask myself these questions as I dial his number on my phone.
“pick up you idiot” i whisper to no one in particular.
“Luna, Mana, get the hell away from me.” I hear mitsuya on the other line cough up this sentence.
“Babe?” I ask
“y/n. Where the fu—hell have you been. I was starting to get worried, you idiot!” His voice, scratchy and full of cold, asked through the phone.
“Ahaaha…I have been…asleep…” I muttered shamefully and then added, “Are you okay though, you sound exhausted…and full of cold..”
“That’s the reason I ca—cough—ca—cough—” he stops to take a breath and continues “called. Luna and Mana are not leaving me alone and I dont want to spread my cold to them, the—cough—they’re trying to help me out which is pretty nice but I dont want them getting sick.”
“Okay, I’ll be there in a bit.” I say, getting up from my bed.
“I’ll get you some medicine on the way. Stay put, love you.” I add.
“Mhm, thank you—cough—Genuinely have n—cough—no idea what i’d do with—cough—without you, i love you so much.” he says in a weak, feeble voice.
“Oh shut it, I’m your girlfriend for a reason, dummy.” I replied.
“I’m—cough—I’m trying to be nice—cough—but anyway, b—cough—bye”
“Bye.” I giggle as I end the call. He’s so cute!
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I slowly open the door of Mitsuya’s house, expecting him to be asleep. I truly did not expect to hear yells and giggles coming out from both Mitsuya and his sisters, who are currently seated in the living room.
I tip toe to secretly steal a glance, only to be greeted by the scene of Luna sitting on top of mitsuya, who was laying on the couch, head on the couch’s armrest, and Mana standing beside that armrest, gawking at mitsuya straight in the eyes from above.
I couldn’t help but let out a giggle, which turned all the attention to me, and with that, both Luna and Mana ran straight up to me, hugging my lower torso.
“Y/n! You’re here!” one of the girls yelled in excitement, causing me to grin.
“Indeed I am! How do you girls think Mitsuya’s been feeling?” I ask, playing along with their ‘doctor’ game.
“Well—based on what I have seen, I think he has—uhhhh…a cough!” Luna says hesitantly as Mana nods.
I kneel down as I place the grocery bags I brought on the floor, trying to reach to their level, and say in a surprised manner “Oh, really?! Poor Mitsuya, he must he feeling awful, right? What do you guys recommend him to do?”
“Sleep!” Mana answers and Luna adds, “Yeah, I think he must rest well!”
“Exactly, now why don’t you girls go to your room while I make sure that Nee-san gets the sleep he needs so that we can all play together later?” I offer, excitingly, earning nods and ‘yeah, hurray!’ from one of them as they rush to their rooms.
I stand up again and approach Mitsuya, and Oh God. Exhaustion was painted all over his face, tired eyes begging to sleep and some messy hair.
“How are you feeling, Taka?” I ask softly.
“Take a guess, babe,” He responds sarcastically in a rough, scratched voice.
“Well, based on what your little doctors told me, not very well,” I joke as I bring my hand to his forehead, and as expected, he was burning up.
“Woah, what an absolute genius you are, babe” he coughs.
“Yeah yeah, whatever. I get that all the time, but anyway, do you wanna head to your room? I’ll make you some food before handing you your medicine and then you can head to sleep and I’ll take care of the girls for tonight,”
“Sounds good to me, I think my head is about to explode,” He winces as he tries to get up in a vain attempt.
“Take it easy, Taka, let me help you,”
And with that, I help him up and make sure he walks without stumbling and breaking a bone to his room. I grab some water and place it beside his nightstand.
“You can sleep while I make the food if you want, but it shouldn’t take long,” I mention as I lean in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Yeah I think I’ll stay awake—b—cough—but you stay away from me- or else you—cough—you’ll catch my cold—“ He coughs again.
“Oh don’t be silly, of course I’ll catch your cold, but you’ll take care of me the next,” I grin as I begin making my way out of his room.
“I don’t know how I ended up being with you, but I’m not complaining,” he faintly mutters to himself, smiling softly at no one in particular.
He does realise that even if you make silly jokes sometimes, he’s indeed the luckiest man on earth to have you beside him.
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gyarunie · 5 months
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WOAH
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IM FINNA BUST A NUT
im so thirsty for mitsuya rn you don't even know
put me in jail
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piichuu · 8 months
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♡ WARM KISSES - TAKASHI MITSUYA
gn!reader, fluff
WORD COUNT: 284
AUGUST DRABBLES
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“shouldn’t it be a little warmer? it’s still summer,” you mumble as you and mitsuya are sitting on a bench by a park. you’re wearing a hoodie but it still doesn’t seem to keep you warm enough during the august evening.
mitsuya puts his arm over your shoulder and pulls you closer to him. “you should put on more clothes when we go out like this, it’s always a little bit colder in august,” he kisses the top of your head and flashes you a sweet smile.
you lean your head against his shoulder and close your eyes, pulling your knees up to your chest to try and keep warm. mitsuya wraps both of his arms around you and kisses your cheek, lingering with his lips there until you turn your head to look at him. “you’re warm,” you mumble and he smiles widely before leaning in to press his lips to yours.
he hums softly and reaches one hand up to gently cup your cheek. the kiss is sweet and filled with as much love as a person can truly give. he smiles against your lips, causing one to spread over your own as well. “it’s hard to kiss when you smile so much,” you giggle and mitsuya chuckles lightly as he pulls away and leans his forehead against yours.
“i’m happy with you, why should i not smile?” he asks before placing yet another kiss to your lips, one that turns into at least ten more before it’s time to go home. the smile on his face never disappears and even as the two of you walk back to your shared apartment hand in hand, he can’t stop kissing your warmer cheeks.
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nevernotswagging · 1 year
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Random Headcanons with The Tokyo Revengers Boys
Includes: Mikey, Hanma, Draken
Warnings: teeny tiny NSFW, also fluff, choking
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Mikey with a S/O that wants kisses 24/7 and needs to be physically touching him all the time:
-> well isn’t it a good thing that he also wants kisses every second of the day.
-> don’t be afraid to ask Mikey for a kiss because best believe he’s probably thinking the same thing.
-> as a matter of fact, surprise him with a kiss, it makes him feel validated.
-> Mikey honestly just wants you to be touching his 24/7 whether that be a holding his hand or even your legs touching one another.
-> he loves when you wrap yourself around his arm, makes him feel tough and powerful knowing that he gets to protect you from whatever is scaring you.
-> likes to rest his head in your lap and have you run your fingers through his hair and vice versa
-> when your doing homework you expect a kiss after every question you answer.
-> Mikey even attempts to help you when your struggling so he can get more kisses.
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Hanma with a S/O that’s obsessed with his hands:
-> The most evil smirk appears on his face when he realizes your obsession with his hands.
-> 100% takes advantage of this newly founding fact.
-> you guys could be mid argument and next thing you know your pinned to the wall with his hand around your neck, and realistically whose going to be upset about this?
-> ‘Oh my gosh let’s compare hand sizes- oh! How did my hand end up around your neck!?”
-> But on a side note, he lets you play with his hands and fingers whenever your nervous during a meeting that he dragged you along to.
-> he’s kind of like a tik tok guy that attempts to have his arms and hands veiny asf at all time.
-> Would definitely shove his fingers in your mouth to shut you up.
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Draken with a S/O with a size kink:
-> Stands close behind you simply because he knows it makes you flustered.
-> sit in his lap (that’s if Mikey hasn’t beat you to it)
-> Everything about him makes you heated and he definitely takes advantage of this knowledge.
-> hand on thigh at all times 😩
-> adores when your cute little hands grab his jacket or whatever he’s wearing when your feeling intimidated.
-> don’t worry, love. Big and bad Draken is here to save the day.
-> holds his arm out for you to grab. Don’t worry, he insists that you do this whenever your walking with him.
-> puts one of his overly large hands on your waist to guide you out of the way.
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Mitsuya with a S/O that loves fashion:
-> Safe to say you hit the jackpot with this one.
-> you have an exact vision for how your outfit should look, no worries just tell Mistuya and he’ll fix it up for you.
-> something doesn’t fit? your literally dating the master of sewing.
-> MATCHING CLOTHES
-> you guys definitely have a matching pajama set that you both where together when your having lazy days.
-> he likes trying to teach you how to sew and watching your cute concentrated face.
-> kiss for when you do good
-> he does that cute thing where he sews cute little designs in your clothes to remind you of him when he’s not around.
-> and of course his initial is sewn into almost all your clothes making people think it’s someone else’s.
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