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tokyomanjugang · 9 months

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A few random future timeline things I thought about when I couldn't sleep.

Spoilers for the manga ending.

All the guys have at least some designer clothing courtesy of Hakkai. He gets more than he could ever wear from modelling jobs, so he just gives away most things. It usually requires some tailoring to fit, courtesy of Mitsuya. He had to alter a shirt so much to fit Mikey that there was enough fabric left to make a cute little top for Draken and Emma's baby.

Speaking of Draken and Emma, after the arrival of their first child, they moved out of the apartment and into the Sano family home that Shinichiro let them have. It's got lots of room for kids but, most importantly,(maybe), there's room for everyone to come over to watch all of Mikey's races.

Mikey will be a sweet insufferable man-child until the day he dies. He will be on the phone to Shinichiro, Emma, Takemichi or anyone who will pick up and asking if they saw his race (he knows they watched it) and what they thought of it. He's not trying to show off, he's just genuinely excited and wants to share it.

You know who else likes to overshare? Sanzu. This man was given an audience and you bet he'll perform for them. He regularly has to be reminded by Senju and Takeomi about what he can and can't say on live streams and that his little 'jokes' are bad for business, but everyone loves him for it.

Baji surprisingly gained an audience too. Chifuyu set up an Instagram account for the pet shop and a video of Baji playing with a kitten really took off. The pet shop was unbearably busy for a few months with a queue of girls coming to see if they could see the cute vet. Baji thought it was hilarious. He now has his own account where he exclusively posts pictures of himself and all the animals that come in.

Hanma retouched an old police mugshot of his and used it on the application for his first ever photography job. He thought if no one noticed, atleast it proved his skills in that area. No one did notice and he's still smug about it, several years on.

Rindou was paid to compose a song that was used on a very popular instant curry commercial. Ran hummed that song around the apartment every day for six months. Rindou almost killed him.

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tokyomanjugang · 2 years

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Neko

Characters: Chifuyu x gn!reader

Warnings: None

You were told it was another gang. It was a business meeting gone wrong and that those responsible had been dealt with appropriately.

You knew otherwise. When the words left the mouth out the man standing in your living room you knew he was the one who did it.

If you could have killed him there and then, you would have, but the anger didn't have a chance with the grief that spilled over.

Your lives were so intertwined and futures dependant on each other that you really couldn't see a reason to carry on.

Apart from him.

Peke J.

The cat who had been sitting patiently by the door and waiting his best friends return for weeks now, not knowing that day would never come.

You'd wait together.

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tokyomanjugang · 2 years

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Get out of jail card

Kazutora just wanted you to have a good life, away from him.

A late, angsty request for @chuuyasfinewine, because I wrote this three times (and to be honest I’m still not satisfied). I hope you like it anyway, thank you for requesting!

Characters: Kazutora x f Reader, Chifuyu

Warnings: Implied abuse, Swearing, Suicide

Despite the protests of his younger self for you to leave him alone, you brushed off Kazutora’s words and stuck around anyway. The things you heard coming from his apartment when you tried to sleep late at night told you that he needed a friend and no matter how many times he pushed you away, you’d come back, because not only was he lonely, but you were too.

His father was awful and yours was completely absent. His mother tried her best as did yours, leaving you alone for long periods of time whilst she went out to work in an attempt to keep the roof over your heads. It was in those periods of her absence that you would go down to the vending machine in the parking lot outside your building whenever you saw him and attempted to strike up conversation. You would never ask how he was because the answer was obvious, instead you’d comment on his choice of drink that day and tell him little facts about yourself until eventually he spoke first. He never gave too much away, everything you knew about him was surface level but you liked a mystery and Kazutora was your favourite.

He found you interesting too, you were a welcome break from his friends who had fun by swinging their fists. Hearing you talk about your hopes for the future made him believe that maybe his life could also be better too. Kazutora often wondered if you’d have so much faith in him if you knew his past, or if you’d even want to be his friend.

The more you spoke about your dreams the more he thought about being the thing that dragged you down and maybe what might put a stop to the life you deserved. Still, he did his best to keep those feelings shut away before they ruined one of the few things that made him happy.

“Hey!” You greeted him from your place on the ground.

You hadn’t seen him for a couple of days. It wasn’t unusual but you felt his absence and wished you weren’t so dependent on someone, but one afternoon an unfamiliar car pulled up and Kazutora got out, his solemn looking mother following behind. The banging and shouting resumed soon after they entered the apartment and you decided it was time to go and get a drink because he would probably go back outside in need of a break.

You grabbed some coins off the table by the door making sure to take extra for your friend and you hopped down the stairs, a little apprehensive but happy to have someone to talk to again. Two cans of peach soda later and Kazutora finally joined you, a smile on his face but one that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Hey.” He replied, holding out his hand for the money he knew you had in your pocket.

You scrunched your nose up. “No..only if you tell me where you’ve been.”

He sighed. “My aunt died. We were at her funeral.”

You had no reason to call him a liar and accepted his reason instantly and accompanied it with an apology, both for his apparent loss and your rudeness. “I’m sorry..”

“Don’t apologise.” He replied, feeling bad enough about lying to you already. “Anyway, how did your interview go?”

He sat down next to you whilst you recalled your recent interview for a new school and how you would be getting a scholarship so long as your grades continued to be good, and you stayed out of trouble.

“I’m glad things are working out for you.” And Kazutora really was.

“Me too.. school is still rough so I’ll be be glad to leave.”

The two of you went to different schools. If you went to the same one there was absolutely no way you would go through the hell you did. Kazutora simply wouldn’t allow it. At least you’d be going somewhere new without the bullies, although.. if his name somehow got mixed up with yours when the story made the news, which it would, then you’d have to stay where you were until graduation.

What would you say if you knew where he’d really been? Arrested, interrogated, and charged with manslaughter of his childhood best friend? He was only back home for a day on bail.

Knowing you, you’d justify it. You’d take into account his stressful homelife and call it a bad outlet for his terrible mental health. You’d probably forgive him and stick by him..

That wouldn’t do. He destroyed two lives already. He couldn’t destroy yours.

You’d changed the subject as you always did when you got uncomfortable, not wanting to dwell too much on negative things and you were talking about a show you’d watched on tv the night before, laughing as you retold one of the jokes.

It was hard for him to give you his full attention when his mind was thinking about how exactly to tell you that your friendship had to end, and he found himself getting a little irritated at his lack of focus.

“Do you ever shut up?” The regret was instant and the urge to apologise overwhelmed him but there it was. The spark he needed. At least this way you might hate him.

You turned to look at him, mouth open slightly and your cheeks reddening slightly. “..I didn’t thin-“

“No, you don’t think. You just talk shit, from the minute I get down here until the minute I leave you don’t fucking shut up. No wonder those girls pick on you. It’s because you’re so fucking annoying. I just want to come down here and get a drink, not a lecture but I stuck around because I felt sorry for you but actually, you bring it on yourself.”

You remained silent, now starting at your shoes. You’d taught yourself not to cry but you hadn’t quite learned how to stop the sick, guilty feeling overtaking your body.

“Sorry.” You whispered.

Kazutora wanted to grab you as you got up and started walking towards your apartment, but this was good. You were upset, upset because of him. There’s no way you’d be friends with him now.

As sad as it was, once someone had adjusted to life inside, the outside world sometimes seemed like a fantasy land. The only things that reminded Kazutora that there really was a better place waiting for him were the visits from his mother or rare appearances from Chifuyu. One person he wished would have walked through the visitor doors was you, but he knew that would never happen. You didn't know the truth about where he was and Kazutora had to regularly remind himself that it was for the best. Even as a visitor, juvenile prison was not a place where you belonged.

Upon finally being granted freedom however, Kazutora thought that maybe he should have been selfish and told you the reason for his absence, because maybe if you knew where he was you would have come to see him, talked to him and he would have been able to stop you doing what you did.

He was just about to give up when he saw something. An article from the local news that had been highlighted for matching some keywords, but it couldn’t have been you. He didn’t want it to be.

It was a few months after his release when he went looking for you. Chifuyu had welcomed him back with open arms, a job and a room in his apartment and Kazutora was rebuilding bridges with old Toman friends but he couldn’t settle entirely when one of the people he wanted to make amends with the most was now a stranger to him.

One slow day at the pet shop he started searching around, realising that for all the time he spent with you he never knew your last name, so he typed in every combination of words on his phone that might lead him to your whereabouts. The local private schools never had your name on the scholarship lists, the universities you would express interest in going to never mentioned an alumni that could possibly be you. He’d been back home since his release and your family didn’t live in the apartment below his anymore. The décor outside was too different..

You were fifteen when did it, exactly seven months to the day that he had left, and three days after your birthday. It didn’t actually say much, just that a local girl living in his apartment block had thrown herself in front of an express train, and that her junior high school was sad because she had so much potential. The cause of your distress was put down to exam pressure. It was actually loneliness.

“Hey I just need to go pick up some more cat-.. Kazu? You okay?” Chifuyu stopped on his way out from the back room, tilting his head to look at the pale face of his friend. “What you looking at?” He walked over and craned his neck to see the phone screen.

Chifuyu would never pretend to have known you, he only knew of you from the few times a young Kazutora would tell him about the cute girl who drank a little too much peach soda and made him laugh, but he knew when he saw that article years ago it was you it referred to. He knew how things had ended because Kazutora cried to him that night on the phone whilst listing off all of is regrets. Chifuyu knew he had wanted to cut ties to give you a better future and how it was done was wrong, but ultimately it was done out of something as close to love as Kazutora could feel.

That’s why Chifuyu never told him when he visited, because he’d do what he was doing now.

Crying, slumped on the floor and apologising to Shinichiro, Baji, and now you.

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tokyomanjugang · 2 years

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Ink: Mikey

You're the unlucky one chosen to be Bonten's unoffical tattoo artist. More parts to follow. Characters: Mikey x gn Reader Warnings: None

Your boss was the one who usually dealt with what he liked to call the 'big clients'. It wasn't because he doubted your skill or wanted to hide who these people were, you were a very talented and capable artist who knew the less than savory occupations of the customers, it was just that he knew how difficult some of these people could be and his years of experince meant dealing with them was much easier.

The first time you met a member of the gang you later found out to be known as Bonten, they were indeed booked in to be seen by the boss, however the out of place looking blonde came in on a quiet evening and decided he'd much rather spend the hour with you.

There was nothing sinister about his request, nothing that suggested he chose you for any other reason than 'she seems nice'.

Any objections were short lived when it seemed this man who was only in the diary as 'Sano', could get what he wanted without even raising his voice.

You should have felt intimidated when you took a seat on the black leather couch opposite him, placing a sketchpad and pen on the coffee table seperating you both, but despite knowing he was powerful, something about him was oddly child-like and it was hard to be nervous when faced with that.

"So," you smiled. "What would you like?"

It was rare anything was pre-drawn with these clients. Confidentiality was a big deal and so was hiding any potential association with the world of organised crime. You just hoped it wasn't anything too extreme for the time of day.

'Sano' took a small piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to you.

You unfolded what turned out to be a convenience store receipt with an questionable amount of pastries on it, however on the back was a rushed, minimalistic pen drawing. It wasn't something you'd usually do but you had to admit it was a nice concept and atleast it would be easy.

"Just this?" You ask.

He nodded.

"Okay, I'll draw it up out the back. Just give me five minutes."

- The room where you tattooed was small and cosy, no windows but bright due to the light overhead, and the walls were scattered with designs you drew and art from some of your friends. Something about it seemed to appeal to your customer who told you to call him Mikey, as he stared at the figure collection by the door whilst you were half way through his tattoo.

"My sister liked that show." He said quietly, pointing to an enthusatic figure with blonde hair and a short green dress.

"Oh really?" You said glancing up. "To be honest I've never actually seen it.. I just thought it looked nice."

He hummed in reply. "She thought she looked a bit like her."

"She must be pretty then."

"She was."

You gathered by his response that his sister probably wasn't around anymore but his statement didn't create an awkward silence, infact you got the feeling that he had enjoyed talking about her. You'd gotten very good at reading people in this job although Mikey was more on the challenging side. He didn't really seem to speak unless spoken to but when you could engage him in conversation he'd participate fully, almost a little like he was desperate for it.

"Where did you get this design from by the way?" You asked, wiping some of the ink off of the back of his neck.

"..someone I knew when I was younger."

"I like it. It suits you."

"What do you mean?"

You stopped the machine for a moment, thinking of the best way to phrase your thoughts. "Well, ignoring the placement, I think it seems like a good representation of you. On the outside it looks quite simple but there's probably a deeper meaning or something more going on beneath the surface.." Mikey liked to think he had crafted a personality that was enough to scare people away, never getting close enough to find out the slightest bit of information about him, but there he was, being easily and perfectly analysed by you. He also liked to think that the reason you were putting him at ease and he found himself engaging and actually enjoying your company was because you genuinely liked him, and not because you were just good at your job.

He certainly (and unexpectedly) liked you.

Either way, the rest of the session went relatively quickly. He enjoyed listening to you talk about your life outside of work and strange tattoo requests you had, and in return you would get vague retellings of simpler times in Toman.

"So you're all done." You smiled at Mikey. He had seemed pleased with the tattoo when he finally saw it, not based on his expression which was unchanged from the moment he walked into the shop, but the way he spoke. He sounded a little lighter. "I need to clean up in here but my boss is the one that deals with the money anyway so you can just go back out and speak to him." Mikey hovered by the door, hesistant to leave your company because once he stepped outside the shop he wasn't your customer anymore, he was the head of Bonten.

"Thank you.." He said, two words that you didn't know rarely passed his lips.

"You're welcome, it was fun. It was nice to meet you Mikey!"

He bowed slightly, any earlier confidence in your presence quickly diminishing . "You too.."

Sanzu: Car's coming! :)

Mikey rolled his eyes as he put the phone back in his pocket. Despite the time the street was still fairly busy and he didn't really want to be waiting around any longer than necessary. He leant against the side of a cafe whilst he waited for the car in an attempt to avoid getting shoved in the crowds. He was tired. He'd actually found the process of the tattoo somewhat meditative and now it was over the fact he hadn't slept for the past three days was catching up with him. "Hey! Mikey!" He turned round to look down the street, surprised to see you running up to him. "Damn, I'm so unfit." You laughed, bending over slightly and trying to catch your breath. "Are you okay?" He asked, confused by your reapperance.

You nodded, blushing slightly. "Yea uhm.. now I think about it this might actually be a bad idea but uh.. do you want this?" You stood up and held out a small blue bag you'd been carrying.

Mikey hestinantly took the bag from you and opened it, the smiling face of the figure from your shelf staring up at him.

"I'm not particiularly attached to it and I dunno maybe she'll have a better home with you.. I'm sorry if it's inappropriate I didn't really think this through.."

That night Mikey finally slept well, watched over by the photo of Emma next to his bed and the toy he'd told her he was given by a new friend.

- It had been a couple of weeks since you had seen Mikey, the regular flow of customers keeping you too busy to really dwell on previous clients but a large box that had been left on the front desk was sent to make sure you wouldn't be forgetting him.

"What's this?" You called out to your boss as he walked into another room.

"Dunno, delivery driver dropped it off for ya~"

The dark blue box was from what you knew to be a high-end confectionary shop in Ginza, although you'd never been there and certainly hadn't placed any orders. When you opened it up you were greeted by a large assortment of dorayaki and a rather childish drawing of the sender on the message card inside. Sorry for what's to come. - Mikey You were a little confused by the statement and slightly concerned considering the business you guessed he was involved in but half an hour (and three dorayaki) later, the door opened and a tall man with short pink hair walked in and over to you at the counter.

"I believe you're the one I need to speak too, right?" He grinned, holding out a tatty recipt with a simple deisgn you had a strange feeling you would be seeing alot more of. "I'm Ran."

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tokyomanjugang · 2 years

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Counting Sheep

Takemichi was the last on Mikey's list before he decided to end it all. You were the first.

❗Spoilers up to and including chapter 204 ❗

Characters: Mikey x Reader, Sanzu Warnings: Murder, suicide

BIG SAD ANGST. NO HAPPINESS. SORRY.

"Mikey?"

The blonde curled up next to you didn't reply but the small shuffle was enough of a response to know he was listening.

"I'm tired."

It was very early in the morning, sleep evading you but rarely a problem for Tokyo Manji Gang's leader.

He muttered something you couldn't quite make out so you rolled over to pull him into a hug, kissing the top of his head.

"What did you say?"

Another shuffle and some mumbling. "Count sheep."

"..what kind?" You asked, stifling a yawn.

"Small ones." You couldn't see Mikey smile but you felt it against your neck. He was always the sweetest boy. "Start counting, and then you can sleep."

"..what about you?"

"I'll wait until you're asleep, then I'll join you."

"Promise?" Your fingers now gently running through his hair.

"Mmhm."

"Okay." You sighed. "One, two, three, four, five.."

It was hard to believe there was a time in your life when everything just felt easy. Sure, even back then there was always a gang lurking in the background but Mikey was still Mikey and you were still you. You could smile and have fun. Live how you were supposed to.

The dark clouds of Bonten rolled in quietly however and they made their way across the sky, eventually blocking the sun that the two of you would laugh under and days started to feel like weeks when they were devoid of humour and meaningless, lighthearted conversation.

Sometimes it felt like you blinked and ended up here but then you remembered every tragic event that lead to now and it felt like you'd lived several lifetimes.

You were far too young to feel that way and carry such a burden. You both were.

"Mikey?"

He didn't reply but you knew he was listening. You had his full attention any time you called his name. It was the least he could do for you.

You walked over to the window, a largely blue sky over the Tokyo skyline greeting you, mocking you, telling you how good life was for everyone else, how good it could have been for you.

"I'm tired."

The exhaustion had caught up with you a long time ago but adrenaline kept you going, pushing you along and telling you the prize at the end was worth it, even if you saw it dying.

"Do you think we could just lay down for a while?"

Mikey was sat at the dining table on the other side of the room, back to you and the window, head in his hands like always. He was tired too. So tired all the time.

"Hey, boss." Sanzu said from the other side of the door. "Car's here. Takemichi's waiting."

"Mm, okay." Mikey replied, although his response barely audible. He stood up slowly, incapable of anything requiring more effort and leant against the back of the chair, now looking at the same sky as you. The same one that told him you deserved better.

"..it's kind of funny." You sighed. "The clouds in the distance look like small sheep."

"Maybe you should count them." Mikey's voice a little more of an order than a suggestion.

"If I count them, I can go to sleep?"

A pause.

"Yes."

"What about you?"

Mikey knew the answer already but gave it one last moment of consideration just to be sure. "..fall asleep first. Then I'll join you."

"Promise?"

"Promise." And Mikey hadn't broken one yet.

You heard him walk closer to you, his footsteps light, as if they could be anything else when he was quite literally half the man he used to be. You knew where this was going.

A deep breath. "One, two, three, four, five.."

When you heard the gun click you didn't even flinch. You'd been around them long enough for the sound to be like any other, your initial feelings of fear replaced by indifference apart from now. Maybe it was hope that flooded your heart, the promise of a much needed break.

Mikey never looked away as he pulled the trigger and watched the contents of your head splatter against the window. He took in every last detail of it and watched your body slump to the ground, determined to burn the act into his mind so his last hours would be the torture he deserved.

"Everything okay boss?" Sanzu asked, taking it upon himself to waltz into the room, noting the carnage but shrugging it off. "C'mon. We've got things to do."

Mikey held out his gun for Sanzu to take, it felt much heavier than before and he was weak.

He went closer to your body, the blood pooling around you dirtying his clothes and skin as he leant down to hug you, hold you and lay with you one last time. Still warm.

"Good job." He whispered. "I'll be there soon."

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tokyomanjugang · 2 years

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Worth Saving [Part 1]

Save Shin, save the future and save yourself?

Characters: Sano Shinichiro x female reader, Wakasa Imaushi Warnings: None (for the moment) !Contains spoilers up to and including chapter 243!

In the beginning you would visit Shinichiro’s grave every week, but as time and life went on your weekly visits turned into monthly and now you realise it’s been two years since you last went. Your feelings were mixed. Shinichiro wasn’t there, he didn’t exist anymore, he wouldn’t know that you hadn’t been but there was some unspoken public pressure to be seen to keep the dead in your mind and as part of your routine. It was probably more expected of your brother and his friends than it was of you, it wasn’t like you and Shinichiro were particularly close, but something that day told you to go. So that’s where you found yourself, standing in front of Shinichiro’s grave for the first time in a long time and using the moment to get every single feeling that you’d been recently supressing out in the open.

Most of your visit had been in silence, it never made sense to you to speak to a pile of ashes but a lot of things around you weren’t making sense recently and you couldn’t stop vocalising your worries.

“They fight tomorrow. I know you don’t know him but that Takemichi kid revived Toman. There’s like sixty of them or something and they really think they’re going to take Mikey. I mean.. he’s determined, he might do it. I just think more people are gonna die. Too many people have already died. You probably know that..” You took another cigarette out of the box in your coat pocket and lit it, watching it burn for a short while. “I wonder if you were here if anything would be different. Maybe you could stop all this.” You stood in silence smoking your cigarette before changing the subject. “I got fired from my job by the way. Told you I would.” “And she’s proud of that. A twenty-nine year old woman proud of getting fired because she can’t get out bed on time.” You looked behind you to see your brother, Wakasa, walking towards you, same bored expression on his face as always. “I’m not proud of it.” You replied. “I just don’t see the point in disturbing my sleep to go and work in a convenience store.”

“You could work anywhere you want. You just don’t want to put the effort in, that’s why you still live in that crappy apartment.”

“Why are you lecturing me?” You snapped, flicking your cigarette butt in his direction. “Because you’re wasting your life.”

“You’re in your mid-thirties, you’re gonna go fight a bunch of kids tomorrow and I’m the one wasting my life?”

“You dodged a bullet Shin.” Wakasa sighed. “Imagine if you did ask her out, you’d have to deal with this shitty attitude every day.”

“He did ask me out..” You said quietly.

“Oh? You rejected him?”

You shrugged, not wanting to go into details, but yes, you did.

“Definitely dodged a bullet then. What are you doing here anyway?” Your brother asked.

“Shopping.”

“Why have you always got to be a smartass?”

“Why ask a stupid question?”

Wakasa laughed quietly and shook his head, already tiring of you. “You were such a nice kid.”

“Yea well, I’m not a kid anymore.”

“You act like it, calling me every time you need something. You're an adult, you should take care of yourself. What if something happened to me?”

“I’d be fine.” You wouldn’t. That thought of something happening to Wakasa had always been in the back of your head since he entered the family home covered in cuts and bruises from his first fight. The feeling of dread never really left you. You always worried about him and always would and the impending fight had been keeping you up at night, not that you would ever tell him. You and Wakasa never really saw eye to eye, your entire relationship was hard work but he was your brother, he did a lot for you, more than he should. Way more than you deserved.

The two of you stood in silence, Wakasa looking at the grave of his friend and you looking up at the trees above you, a few more weeks left in the leaves before they started changing colours for the fall. The day before Shinichiro died you felt strange, like there was something in the back of your head telling you everything was about to change and as you watched the sun disappear behind the clouds you felt it again.

You wanted to be told that everything would be okay, that the feeling was just normal anxiety and nothing more but you knew it wasn’t. In a rare display of affection you leant your head on your brothers shoulder, surprising him slightly but he didn't show it. “..Kasa?”

“Hm?”

“..don’t die tomorrow.”

“I won’t.” He replied, taking his hand from his pocket and gently holding yours.

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tokyomanjugang · 2 years

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Fingertips

Two people made for each other, just one touch away from chaos.

Characters: Mikey x Reader Warnings: None

All either of you had to do was move your fingertips just slightly and you'd be touching. The impulse to do so almost called your name as loud as the dark ones currently resting in the back your mind but you were stubborn and so was he. You both knew what would happen if you closed the distance and it would be something you could never return from.

It hurt, first just emotionally but it gradually manifested into a physical pain, a constant ache, a stab in the gut, something you could cure if you just seperated yourself from the cause but you'd become addicted and the discomfort was worth it if it meant you could be close to him.

The sun had started to set now, the dying light reflecting off of the short, blonde hair hanging in his face, black eyes to the ground. Anywhere but looking at you.

He felt the same. That urge was one of many you shared but this was overwhelmingly the strongest, it always had been, telling him to inch a little closer, just indulge for a second. Just feel his skin against yours.

Of course it wouldn't be that simple. If Mikey gave in he'd never be able to give you up and you'd tell him that it was okay, it was fine with you. But no, as much as he wanted to he couldn't drag you down with him.

"What difference does it make?" You asked yourself out loud, never expecting an answer so he didn't give you one.

It had to be getting close to the end now. He felt his patience slowly chipping away, yours surely had to be wearing thin too? How could you both do this to each other for so long and still, externally at least, keep your composure.

There was only one time he nearly lost it. You swapped the rooftop for his bed, both too tired from weeks of overwork to walk the few flights of stairs to your usual hangout so laid next to each other, no words spoken, just staring at the ceiling, the smallest space possible seperating you. You were all Mikey had left now, the one person capeable of providing him some comfort and if he could wrap his arms around you it might stop the loneliness he felt even in your presence.

But he didn't. Even in sleep the walls kept you apart so he just listened to you breathe and promised himself he'd never close the gap.

You were the one thing Mikey wanted in life but he couldn't have.

"We're both bad people." You had said. "Bad people don't deserve good things."

There was truth in your words. You were a bad person who had done terrible things, as was Mikey. You could have good traits, yes, and Mikey had those in abundance but it would never be enough to make up for your sins. Only a lifetime of hurt would do.

At least you could hurt together.

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