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keisukibaji · 12 hours ago

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the concept of ryoko cutting her hair so she doesn’t have to see keisuke when she looks at herself. yes i know she most likely cut her hair for grieving purposes but think. this is just a rant mainly from her pov.

ryoko baji hated the sound of police sirens.

hated that obnoxious noise deafening all the poor souls around, the first time one of her friends in her gang made a mistake. the look on everybody’s face at the sight of the cops, the way everyone was running and things felt hazy. she vaguely remembered someone running into her in an attempt to escape.

years later, that someone turned into an acquaintance. not noticeable enough to be a crush, but not quiet enough to be a stranger. the acquaintance became a friend, and the friend became a man— a man whom she fell in love with. a bold, agitating man, weaker than her but still brave in his own ways. not just a boyfriend, but a person she could cause havoc with, have fun with and be herself with.

she hated the triumphant look on the cops’ faces as they seized the man she foolishly fell in love with. the idiot couldn’t run for shit. the mix of emotions that swirled in her chest; disappointment, resentment, some weird sense of guilt even though an inch of it wasn’t her fault. she never should’ve made the mistake of being so vulnerable with a coward like him.

and whilst he was in jail, she fell sick. fell so ill that she’d vomit nearly every second day. her hormones, her mood swings, were driving her crazier than usual.

maybe it was due to stress.

but then her periods stopped coming, and it hit her; she found out there was a life inside her, while she was just finishing up school.

she’d never forget how much she panicked; what would her life be as a teen mom? she wanted to complete her education, wanted to have a career and a good life. how could she balance all of that with a kid at her young age, especially as a single woman?

she wasn’t planning on revealing this to anyone. not a goddamn chance. she wanted to abort it, nip it in the bud and get rid of the kid as soon as possible, but something stopped her. her own mind stopped her. she was utterly baffled.

she wanted it. she wanted to keep the baby.

even though its father was like all the other men in her life — a total fucking disappointment — she wanted to keep that child, raise it and have someone to care for. it was weird, this urge to care for something, because ryoko had always been an independent woman. she never even wanted pets.

as time passed, she told her siblings about it, then her old mother. all of them were supportive. her younger sister was over the moon; she’d wanted to be an aunt for a while, and the eldest warned ryoko about the many inconveniences as well as joys of having a child. she heeded everyone’s advice, but especially her own — that voice in her head telling her things could turn out fine.

and in due time, the little shit was born.

as cliché as it sounds, november third was the best day of her life, even trumping over that time she got to kick a creepy teacher in the balls.

never before had she felt so much love in her life. such a need to want to protect and cherish the small thing in her arms, her baby boy, her son. keisuke.

the procedure wasn’t terrible. she’d rather not relive it, but seeing her own creation before her eyes, feeling the weight of her baby in her hold and watching him stop crying at her presence… it was something no amount of her favourite pastimes could live up to.

her son, she grinned. not even a full day into the world and he’s already got an attitude. she knew he was going to be exactly like her — she saw it when he glared at a doctor with those tiny eyes that already managed to pierce with annoyance. a rebellious, foolish little thing. just like his ma.

ryoko wasn’t an inherently sad person. sure, she had her rough moments, but for the most part, she loved life. keisuke had become the majority of her happiness as soon as she heard his heartbeat in her womb. she never really needed a reason to continue living since it came to her naturally, but her son managed to become that, too. she felt a little off-kilter the first time she thought about her baby possibly dying before her, the pain in her heart that felt so agonising she wanted to pass out. but the reassurance that he got a little bit of her shrewdness made things easier for her. atleast he wouldn’t end up in a prison like the moron she fell in love with.

for as long as keisuke lived, he wasn’t like his dad. whatever annoying traits he had, ryoko knew she had them too. it might’ve been a mistake conceiving with someone so similar to her, but she loved keisuke to death. wouldn’t have changed a part of him for the damn world.

motherhood didn’t make up ryoko’s entire world. it was a huge fraction of it, and she loved it. she loved knowing she brought a total idiot into this world, loved having a kid she could talk to as much as she wanted to. it was nice having to live with someone else, for the first time ever, even though he was a pain in the ass most of the time. she wanted to believe that those specifically annoying genes came from his dad, but one look in the mirror or one call from her mother, and she knew that she really just had a more idiotic clone of herself running around.

ryoko was prepared for whatever came her way. struggles, nasty mood swings, a fucked up self image. although it hurt her heart, she knew keisuke would get himself into some dumb situation or the other. he inherited his father’s reckless stupidity, that was for sure, but keisuke didn’t have her strength for nothing. he wasn’t the only one in the household who’d been hit by a bus and still came to school without complaint.. ryoko had faith that whatever happened to him, he’d at the very least come out alive.

encounters with the police were alarmingly common with ryoko. her son was a goddamn deviant, just like she used to be, and as much as she wanted to slap him silly for being so foolish about it, it felt as though she were reliving her younger days. still didn’t change how pest-like those cops were, though. she had half a mind to begin beating all their asses when they came to her front door for the third time a week, another complaint about how keisuke was assaulting other kids again.

visits from cops became regular for ryoko. it was almost a monthly chore when keisuke was in his teens.

but nothing could’ve prepared her for the visit three days before his fifteenth birthday, and ryoko was harshly reminded of how much she hated the sound of police officers.

and how she’d lost her reason to live.

finding out that her child’s death wasn’t a murder, but a suicide, crushed her heart impossibly harder.

her own child drove a knife through his stomach during a gang war and there wasn’t a fucking thing she could do to stop it.

he was dead. keisuke was dead. her son who she gave birth to, pacified, nursed, raised, loved, was dead, because he killed himself.

and she hadn’t noticed any of the signs.

her mind could only register the baby she spent the first several years of his life with. the little, fierce toddler with her sharp teeth and her glaring eyes.

her baby boy who used to look down at the ground in shame when she’d cry, who’d lunge at any other kid who disrespected her, who’d offer her his food and who’d bite her nonstop. the borderline rabid dummy who’d beg her to keep a whole damn zoo in the house.

the baby boy who grew up into a teen adored by everyone around him. her house became the favorite in the neighbourhood, because her son would help out all the grannies and feed the pets and very rarely teach the kids how to fight. his social circle expanded so quickly it gave her whiplash— she knew he got that trait from her, and she never stopped being proud of it for a moment. even as he grew up, he never stopped loving her. he rebelled, like they all do, but he’d still bring her gifts, still pack up any delicacies he thought she’d like and he’d still loved her. he still listened to her when she talked to him about all the events going on recently, still made theories with her and allowed himself to continue being the son she always knew despite getting older.

then everything came crashing down again and she couldn’t breathe with the weight of all of it really settling upon her.

he took his life. keisuke actually took his life and she’d been too much of an idiot to even entertain that thought. she’d shrugged off his strange behaviour as his regular grumpy attitude, as those mood swings she was so used to having.

she had a feeling his need to sacrifice himself for everyone else would come back to punish him one day, but she never expected something like this.

she never expected another person’s death to kill her to the point she couldn’t even look at herself in the mirror because all she could see was her son staring back at her.

the bitterness she felt was nauseating. just like his father, he was another moronic man who altered ryoko’s life and left her heart empty.

except this time, he was a moronic son who made her feel a loss so deep she had to cut her hair because he inherited that from her too.

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keisukibaji · 2 days ago

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"How they react when you're pregnant?" // Tokyo Revengers

Charakters: Mikey, Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, Chifuyu, Shinichiro, Izana, Baji

Synopsis: You never expected your life to change so quickly. One moment, everything feels normal — and the next, you’re facing a future you never imagined. Love, fear, excitement, and uncertainty collide as you step into a new chapter, one that will test bonds, reveal hidden emotions, and change everything you thought you knew about family, commitment, and what it means to grow together.

Mikey (Sano Manjiro):

The words had been stuck in your throat for days. You thought about saying them at Toman’s old meeting spot, thought about whispering them in the middle of the night when he was half-asleep, thought about blurting them out while he was distracted eating taiyaki. But every time, fear held you back.

Tonight, though, there was no turning back.

Mikey was sprawled out on the couch, remote in one hand, half-eaten taiyaki in the other. The TV played some old cartoon he wasn’t really watching, his expression calm in that familiar way—half here, half somewhere far away. His hair was messy, a few strands falling into his eyes.

Your hands were clammy. You stood there in the doorway longer than you should have, just staring at him.

“Mikey…” your voice finally came out softer than you meant.

He hummed, not looking away from the screen. “Hm? What’s up?”

You swallowed. “I… I have something to tell you.”

That got his attention. He turned, eyebrows slightly raised at your serious tone. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head quickly. “Nothing’s wrong. I just—” You took a shaky breath. “Mikey… I’m pregnant.”

The words seemed to hang in the air, heavy and unreal.

For a few long seconds, he didn’t move. Didn’t blink. He just sat there, frozen, the taiyaki slipping slightly in his hand as though he’d forgotten he was holding it.

“…What?” His voice was quiet, almost like he wasn’t sure he heard you right.

You shifted nervously, fingers twisting together. “I’m pregnant,” you repeated, more firmly this time, though your voice still trembled.

Mikey blinked once, twice. His usual sharp, playful expression was gone. He looked… lost. Vulnerable in a way you didn’t see often.

He slowly set the taiyaki down on the table, as though afraid one wrong move would shatter the fragile moment. Then, wordlessly, he stood and crossed the room toward you.

When he stopped in front of you, his hand hovered in the air for a second, uncertain, before he gently cupped your cheek. His thumb brushed your skin, his eyes searching yours as if he was trying to read the truth there.

“You’re serious…?” His voice cracked just slightly.

You nodded, whispering, “Yeah.”

Mikey’s lips parted like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out at first. His gaze flicked down to your stomach, then back up to your face, and a shaky little laugh slipped from him—half disbelief, half something softer.

“I’m gonna… be a dad?” He whispered it like the words were foreign, like he was afraid saying them too loudly might break the spell.

Tears pricked your eyes as you nodded again. “Yeah… you are.”

For a moment, he just stared, eyes shimmering with something you rarely saw in him—pure, raw emotion. Then, without warning, he pulled you into his arms, holding you so tightly you felt the air leave your lungs.

You buried your face in his shoulder, and that’s when you felt it—his breath hitching against your skin, the way his arms trembled slightly as they wrapped around you.

He didn’t let go for a long time.

When he finally leaned back, his smile was soft, almost boyish, so different from the mask he usually wore. “Guess I’ve got two people to protect now,” he murmured, brushing a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.

That night, he refused to let you out of his arms. Even as you drifted off to sleep, you felt his hand rest carefully against your stomach, protective even in his dreams.

And when you woke in the middle of the night, you caught him awake, staring quietly at your stomach with an expression that was equal parts fear and wonder. His phone screen was dimly lit on the table beside him—search results pulled up for ‘how to be a good dad.’

He didn’t notice you watching, and you didn’t call him out.

Because in that moment, you knew—Manjiro Sano, with all his flaws and scars, was already trying. And for him, that meant everything.

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Sanzu Haruchiyo:

The Bonten penthouse was quiet for once. No ringing phones, no footsteps echoing from the other executives, no muffled shouts of business being handled behind closed doors. Just you and him, curled on the velvet sofa, the city lights painting him in hues of red and gold through the glass windows.

He looked exhausted. His tie was loose, shirt half-unbuttoned, scars catching the glow of the skyline. He’d been staring at his glass of whiskey for a while now, absently swirling it but never drinking, his mind clearly somewhere else.

It wasn’t the ideal moment. But with Sanzu, there never really was one.

You sat up a little straighter, your hands pressed together nervously. “Haru… there’s something I need to tell you.”

His head tilted toward you, pink hair falling into his eyes. A lazy smile tugged at his lips. “What, you’re leaving me?” His tone was half-joke, half-sincere.

You shook your head quickly. “No. Nothing like that.”

The smile faded, curiosity replacing it. “Then?”

Your heart hammered in your chest, but you forced the words out. “I’m pregnant.”

For a second, you thought he didn’t hear you. He blinked slowly, the whiskey glass pausing mid-sway. His smile twitched, faltered, then completely vanished.

“…Say that again.” His voice was flat, quiet.

You swallowed hard. “I’m pregnant, Haru.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. He set the glass down on the table so abruptly it clinked against the surface, echoing through the room. Then, suddenly, a sharp laugh tore from him—high, strained, almost manic.

“You’re kidding. You’re… fuck, you’re serious?” His hand dragged down his face, fingers catching against the ridges of his scars. He laughed again, this time shakier. His entire body seemed to buzz with restless energy as he shot to his feet and began pacing.

“Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.” He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at it. “Me? A dad? No, no, no, that’s—” His words cut off, his voice breaking like glass. He spun around to face you, eyes wide, trembling. “You’re not lying to me, right? Tell me you’re not playing with me.”

You stood slowly, crossing the space between you, your hands reaching for his. “I wouldn’t lie about this, Haru. I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby.”

His breath hitched. He stared down at you, hands twitching as if he didn’t know where to put them. Slowly, almost painfully, he lifted one and set it against your stomach. The contact was tentative, almost reverent.

“…A baby.” He whispered the words like he was afraid of them. His lip trembled, and for a moment, you thought he might break apart entirely.

Then, suddenly, his arms wrapped around you, crushing you against his chest. His body shook as he buried his face in your neck, his laughter dissolving into something raw, desperate—half-sobs, half-disbelieving chuckles.

“I don’t deserve this,” he whispered hoarsely. “I don’t… but fuck, I’ll take it. I’ll do anything for you. For them.” His grip tightened. “I’ll quit if I have to. I’ll burn this whole rotten world if it even looks at you wrong.”

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were wet, rimmed with red, but there was something else there too—something you’d never seen so clear before. Purpose.

Sanzu Haruchiyo had always been reckless, self-destructive, teetering on the edge of chaos. But now, holding you with one hand and pressing the other protectively against your stomach, he looked like a man who had finally been handed a reason to keep living.

That night, while you slept, he stayed awake. A cigarette burned low between his fingers as he sat by the window, watching the city. Every so often, his free hand would brush over your stomach, a quiet promise only he could hear:

This time, I won’t fuck it up. This time, I’ll protect what’s mine.

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Ran Haitani:

The shower was running in the bathroom, steam curling under the door. You thought you had enough time—just enough to shove the tests deep in the trash bag, hidden under tissues and wrappers, before Ran could notice anything.

But Ran Haitani noticed everything.

By the time you came out in an oversized shirt, toweling your hair, he was leaning casually against the counter. A cigarette between his teeth. His violet eyes tracked you, sharp and unreadable.

“Babe.” His voice was smooth, almost sing-song, but there was something heavier underneath. “You wanna explain why there’s a bunch of little sticks in the trash with double lines on ‘em?”

Your heart stopped.

You froze mid-step, towel clutched in your hands. “Y-You went through the trash?”

He smirked, tilting his head. “I was looking for my lighter. Didn’t think I’d find something way more interesting instead.” He pulled one of the pregnancy tests from his pocket, holding it between two fingers like evidence. “So. You gonna talk, or should I start guessing?”

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside the window.

You swallowed, forcing the words past the lump in your throat. “I… I was gonna tell you. I just… didn’t know how.”

Ran studied you for a long moment, twirling the test between his fingers. His smirk faded into something softer, more serious, though his posture stayed deceptively relaxed.

“…So it’s real?” he asked finally, his voice quieter than you expected.

You nodded. “Yeah. I’m pregnant.”

For once, Ran Haitani didn’t have a quip ready. His lips parted, but no words came out. He dropped the test back onto the counter and stepped closer, his eyes searching yours.

“Shit,” he muttered, almost under his breath. He raked a hand through his hair, then let out a shaky laugh. “You’re telling me… I’m gonna be a dad?”

Your nervous laugh broke the tension. “Yeah.”

Ran blinked, then chuckled again—this time louder, a little incredulous. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, the faint scent of cologne and smoke clinging to him. “Well damn… guess the Haitani bloodline lives on.”

The teasing was there, but his voice wavered just slightly, betraying him. When his hand found your stomach, resting gently as though it might break under his touch, the grin slipped into something softer.

“Hey, little troublemaker,” he murmured, his tone playful but his eyes glassy. “Didn’t think I’d ever be the type to have a family. But if it’s with your mom…” His gaze flicked up to yours, and for a moment, the mask dropped completely. Vulnerability. Fear. Awe.

Ran Haitani—the man who strutted through life untouchable—looked at you like you’d just rewritten his entire world.

He kissed you then, slow and lingering, before pulling back with a grin. “Guess I gotta step it up, huh? Can’t be the dad showing up to daycare in handcuffs.”

But later that night, when he thought you were asleep, you felt the bed shift as he rolled closer, one arm wrapping tightly around you, his palm pressing against your stomach. His voice was a whisper in the dark, one you weren’t supposed to hear:

“…Don’t worry. I’ll keep both of you safe. No matter what.”

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Rindou Haitani:

The morning had already been rough. Your stomach turned the second you opened your eyes, and by the time you staggered to the bathroom, you were clutching the sink, nausea rolling through you in waves.

The sound of footsteps padded down the hall. You cursed under your breath, praying he’d just keep walking. But the door creaked open anyway.

“Oi,” Ran’s lazy drawl filled the room, “what’s with all the noise?”

You lifted your head just enough to glare at him, wiping at your mouth. “Go away, Ran.”

He leaned against the doorframe, smirking, arms crossed. “Damn, you look rough. Don’t tell me my little brother’s already driving you sick with his shit.”

“This isn’t about Rindou,” you snapped, too tired to play along.

Ran raised a brow, clearly intrigued. “No? Then what is it?”

You hesitated. You’d planned to tell Rindou first, maybe over dinner, maybe in a way that wasn’t… this. But Ran’s sharp eyes caught your silence and lit up with curiosity.

“Ohhh…” he drawled, grin widening. “Don’t tell me. You’re knocked up, aren’t you?”

Your blood ran cold. His tone was teasing, but the look in his eyes told you he’d already guessed the truth.

You closed your eyes, exhaling shakily. “…Yeah. I’m pregnant.”

The smirk slipped off his face for a beat, replaced by wide-eyed surprise. “Wait—seriously?”

Before you could answer, another voice cut through the hallway.

“…You’re what?”

Your heart froze.

Both you and Ran turned to see Rindou standing a few feet away, his usually cool expression shattered, eyes fixed on you like he wasn’t sure if he’d heard right.

“Rin—” you started, voice trembling, but words failed you.

Ran’s gaze flicked between the two of you, realization dawning. He straightened, smirk creeping back onto his face, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Well, shit. Guess that answers that. Congrats, little bro—you’re gonna be a dad.”

Rindou ignored him completely. His eyes stayed locked on you, his jaw tight, fists clenching at his sides. For a moment, he looked like he couldn’t breathe.

You swallowed hard, tears threatening. “I was going to tell you,” you whispered. “I just… I didn’t know how.”

The silence stretched. Ran rocked back on his heels, clearly sensing the weight of the moment but not daring to break it this time.

Finally, Rindou stepped forward, his voice low, rough. “You should’ve told me sooner.” His eyes softened, just a little, as his hand lifted—hesitant at first—before resting lightly against your arm. “But… it doesn’t matter now. We’ll figure this out.”

Ran clicked his tongue, looking away as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “Tch. Guess I’m officially Uncle Ran. Lucky kid.” His tone was teasing, but his face stayed unreadable as he turned and wandered off down the hall, leaving you and Rindou in the heavy quiet.

Rindou exhaled, closing the space between you, his forehead brushing against yours. His voice was barely a whisper. “You should’ve told me… but I’m glad I know now. Don’t scare me like that again, yeah?”

This time, when his hand brushed over your stomach, there was no hesitation. Just a silent promise.

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Chifuyu Matsuno:

Your parents’ house was lively that evening — laughter in the kitchen, the smell of food drifting through the air, the clinking of glasses as everyone sat down together. Chifuyu fit right in, chatting with your dad about cars one minute and complimenting your mom’s cooking the next.

Dinner flowed easily, plates being passed around, wine poured generously into glasses. When your mom reached to fill yours, you quickly put your hand over it.

“Oh, no thank you,” you said, forcing a smile. “Just water for me tonight.”

Your mom blinked but shrugged, pouring you a tall glass of water instead. Conversation picked right back up, but from the corner of your eye, you noticed Chifuyu watching you curiously.

It wasn’t like you to turn down a drink at family dinners.

As the night went on, you noticed his gaze drifting back to your untouched glass of wine, then back to you. When dessert was finally served and everyone was too busy talking over each other to notice, he leaned close and whispered, “Hey… you okay? Stomach bothering you?”

You shook your head quickly. “No, I’m fine.”

His brows furrowed. “Then why didn’t you drink?”

You bit your lip, heart racing. This wasn’t how you’d planned to tell him. But looking at him now—his wide, concerned eyes, the way he leaned in like you were the only person in the room—you felt the words bubbling up.

You tilted your glass of water toward him playfully. “Guess I’ll be sticking to this for a while.”

He blinked. “...Why?”

You gave him a tiny, nervous smile. “Because… I’m pregnant, ‘Fuyu.”

For a beat, he froze completely. Then his mouth fell open, eyes going impossibly wide. “You’re—wait—you’re serious?”

You nodded, your heart in your throat.

The next second, he almost knocked his chair over standing up, the grin spreading across his face so big it looked like it hurt. “You’re pregnant?!”

Everyone at the table turned to look.

Your dad blinked in surprise. “What’s going on?”

Chifuyu whipped around, practically glowing. “They’re pregnant! I’m gonna be a dad!” His voice was full of so much pride and excitement it made your cheeks burn.

Your mom gasped, your dad laughed, and suddenly the whole room was buzzing with congratulations. Meanwhile, Chifuyu leaned back down to you, his cheeks flushed, voice lowering just for you.

“I can’t believe it,” he whispered, grabbing your hand under the table. His eyes shimmered. “I swear, I’ll take care of you both. You’ll see. Our kid’s gonna have everything.”

Then, unable to help himself, he pressed a quick kiss to your temple, grinning like he was the luckiest guy alive.

And from the way he kept sneaking glances at you for the rest of the night, eyes soft and full of wonder, you knew this moment would be burned into him forever.

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Shinichiro Sano:

It was late in the garage. The smell of oil lingered in the air, tools scattered across the workbench, and Shinichiro’s hands were smudged with grease as he tinkered with an old bike. He was humming softly to himself, sleeves rolled up.

You leaned against the doorway, watching him for a moment, heart pounding. You’d been holding the secret close for a few days, waiting for the right moment. And something about seeing him like this—focused, peaceful—made it feel right.

“Shin,” you called softly.

He looked up immediately, smiling at the sound of your voice. “Hey, you’re here. Gimme a sec, I’m almost done tightening this.”

You walked closer, sitting on a stool nearby. “You’re always working.”

“Someone’s gotta keep these babies running,” he said with a laugh, patting the bike affectionately. Then he glanced at you, brows furrowing slightly. “You okay? You look nervous.”

You swallowed hard, twisting your hands together. “I… I need to tell you something.”

That got his attention. He set the wrench down, wiping his hands on a rag before crouching in front of you, eyes full of concern. “What is it? You’re scaring me.”

Your throat felt tight, but you forced the words out. “I’m pregnant.”

For a second, silence filled the garage. Shinichiro blinked, his lips parting like he hadn’t processed the words. “…You’re what?”

“I’m pregnant,” you repeated, voice shaking.

His rag slipped from his hands and fell to the floor. He just stared at you, wide-eyed, searching your face for confirmation. When he saw the tears brimming in your eyes, the realization finally hit.

And then, he laughed. A small, breathless laugh, like the air had just been knocked out of him. His hands flew up to cover his face, shoulders trembling. When he dropped them again, his eyes were wet.

“You’re serious?” His voice cracked.

You nodded.

The next moment, he pulled you into his arms so tightly you nearly toppled off the stool. He buried his face in your shoulder, his laugh breaking into a sob. “I’m gonna be a dad… oh my god.”

You hugged him back, tears slipping free as you felt his body shaking against yours.

He pulled back just enough to cup your face, his thumb brushing away your tears as his own kept spilling. His smile was wobbly but brighter than you’d ever seen it. “I don’t deserve this… but I promise, I’m gonna be the best dad. I’ll build the crib, the toys, hell, I’ll build the whole house if I have to.”

You laughed through your tears, and he pressed his forehead to yours. “We’re gonna give them everything we never had. I swear it.”

That night, long after you’d both gone inside, Shinichiro stayed awake at the workbench. He wasn’t fixing bikes this time. He was sketching plans in a notebook—crib designs, little toys, even a tiny bike with training wheels.

Because for Shinichiro, it wasn’t just about protecting the future anymore. It was about building it, piece by piece, for the family he never thought he’d get to have.

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Izana Kurokawa:

The world outside was quiet, the kind of late night where even the city seemed to hold its breath. Izana sat on the edge of the bed, white hair falling into his face, hands fiddling - restless, as always.

You stood a few steps away, heart pounding in your chest. You’d played the words over and over in your head, but none of the rehearsals came close to the weight of actually saying it.

“Izana,” you began softly.

He looked up immediately, sharp lavender eyes locking onto you. His expression shifted when he saw how nervous you were, his voice lowering. “What’s wrong?”

You took a deep breath, your fingers curling into your palms. “I… I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

For a moment, Izana didn’t move. His eyes widened slightly, lips parting as though he wanted to say something, but the words never came. His ring slipped from his fingers, clattering to the floor, but he didn’t even notice.

“You’re… pregnant?” he repeated, the word foreign on his tongue.

You nodded, your throat tight.

He stood slowly, almost mechanically, and closed the distance between you. His hand lifted, hesitated, then finally rested against your stomach — tentative, like he was afraid you’d push him away. His gaze stayed locked there, his chest rising and falling unevenly.

A shaky laugh escaped him, bitter and trembling. “Me? A father? That’s a joke, right?”

“Izana—”

“No,” he cut you off, his voice sharp but breaking. He stepped back, running a hand through his hair, pacing like a caged animal. “I can’t… I don’t know how to be a dad. Everything I touch—everyone I love—I ruin.” His fists clenched at his sides. “What if I hurt you? What if I hurt them?”

Your heart ached as you stepped toward him, catching his wrist before he could spiral further. “Izana, stop.” You pulled him back, making him face you. His eyes were glassy, vulnerable in a way he rarely let anyone see.

“You won’t ruin this,” you said firmly, pressing his hand back to your stomach. “You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be here. With us.”

He swallowed hard, his breath trembling. Slowly, his other hand came up to cover yours, his grip tightening. For a long time, he just stood there, forehead pressing against yours, his eyes squeezed shut.

When he finally spoke, his voice was raw, barely above a whisper. “I never thought I’d get something like this. A family. Someone who actually… wants me.” His lip trembled, and he let out a shaky laugh through the tears threatening to fall. “I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve them.”

You shook your head, whispering back, “You do. You always have.”

That broke him. His arms wrapped around you suddenly, fiercely, as though holding you both was the only thing keeping him standing. You felt his shoulders shake, heard the muffled sound of his sobs in your neck.

And though the fear didn’t vanish — though you knew Izana would always wrestle with those demons — for the first time, he let himself believe in something better.

That night, long after you’d fallen asleep, he lay awake with his hand protectively resting on your stomach, staring at the ceiling with tears still drying on his cheeks.

“…My family,” he whispered into the dark, testing the words, holding them close like a fragile treasure he’d fight the world to keep.

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Keisuke Baji:

It started with a joke.

You were sitting on the couch, rubbing your stomach lightly, trying to ignore the queasy twist in your gut. Baji plopped down beside you, a mischievous grin on his face.

“You’ve been acting weird all day,” he said, nudging you with his shoulder. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of some tiny-ass spider or something.”

You laughed nervously, shaking your head. “No… it’s nothing like that.”

But he wasn’t convinced. Baji leaned closer, eyes narrowing playfully. “C’mon, tell me. You’re hiding something.”

You bit your lip, heart hammering in your chest. “Actually… I’m pregnant,” you blurted, faster than you’d planned, because the suspense was killing you.

For a second, his grin faltered. Then it hit him. Like really hit him. His eyes went wide, his jaw dropped, and he practically fell backward onto the couch, clutching the cushions.

“…Wait. What?”

“I’m pregnant. Our kid,” you said softly, reaching for his hand.

Baji blinked rapidly, processing. Then a laugh escaped him — loud, shocked, and completely unrestrained. He grabbed your shoulders, shaking you lightly. “Are you serious?! Are you serious right now?!”

You nodded, laughing through your nerves.

He jumped up, pacing like a tornado, hands running through his hair. “Holy hell… we’re gonna be parents?!” His voice was full of disbelief, excitement, and… terror. “Our kid… we’re really doing this?!”

You tried to calm him, gripping his wrist as he spun around again. “Baji, calm down!”

He froze mid-gesture, looking down at you. Then his expression softened in an instant, almost like a switch had flipped. His wild eyes became warm, protective, and tender. “You’re mine, okay? I’ll protect you both. Always.”

You laughed through the relief, heart swelling. “I know you will.”

Baji scooped you up into a tight hug, his head resting on yours, muttering, “Damn… we’re really a family now. Our kid… our little hell-raiser.”

For the rest of the night, he couldn’t stop talking — about names, about the future, about how he was going to teach the kid everything he knew, and maybe too much. But every so often, he’d pause, look at you with that soft, steady gaze, and whisper, “I’ve got you. I’ve got us.”

Even in the chaos of Baji’s excitement, you knew one thing for certain: he would never let anything hurt you or the baby. Not ever.

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Baji-Chifuyu-Kazutora and cats.

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everyone’s favourite babysitter shinichiro running around like a chicken with his head cut off cause he has mikey, baji, and sanzu all at the same time and they’ve all been non stop since early in the morning.

every time he goes to stop one of them from doing something, the other two are already half way through doing something else. it’s mess after mess after mess and begging mikey to PLEASE share his toys and stop trying to eat off baji’s plate because that’s his food and mikey has his own.

the most used phrase of the day is “DON’T HIT” and outside time had to be cut short because sanzu accidentally squished one of the bugs baji caught and baji would NOT calm down about it, tears, snot, and everything. the only time he gets a break is when he tells them the melatonin gummies are candy and they finally take a nap.

at least he doesn’t have to worry about emma 😭

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How kid Mikey and Baji play (Shinichiro is throughly confused)

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Tokyo Revengers men coming home to see their s/o in a rocking chair by the window, gently caressing their baby bump.

Mikey

He pauses in the doorway, unusually quiet, just watching you.

His usual childish grin softens into something fragile, almost reverent.

Walks over slowly, kneels by your side, and rests his head on your lap, murmuring, “Both of you are my whole world…”

Draken

Drops his jacket at the door and just stares, warmth flooding his chest.

“Man, you’re beautiful,” he whispers as he crouches in front of you.

His big hand immediately covers yours on your belly, protective and steady.

Takemichi

Tears prick his eyes the second he sees you, overwhelmed that his chaotic life led him here.

“I’m really going to be a dad…” he whispers to himself before rushing to hug you gently.

Stays kneeling by the chair, talking softly to your bump.

Chifuyu

Comes in quietly, but the moment he sees you, he melts.

“You look like a picture, y’know that?” he grins softly.

Sits on the floor beside the rocking chair, resting his chin on your knee while placing a hand over yours.

Baji

Freezes mid-step, like the sight knocks the breath out of him.

A small smile creeps across his face, rare and tender.

“Oi, don’t hog all the bonding time,” he jokes lightly before pressing his hand against your belly.

Kazutora

His heart clenches at the sight; for a second, he feels undeserving.

Walks up slowly, almost timid, before brushing your hair back.

Whispers, “You’re my peace. Both of you.”

Hanma

Clicks his tongue with a little smirk, but his eyes are shining.

“Tch, sittin’ there looking like an angel and making me soft…”

He crouches and kisses your bump, chuckling low.

Kisaki

Stops in his tracks, caught off guard. His chest tightens with an emotion he doesn’t often allow himself.

Removes his glasses, sighing quietly before sitting beside you.

Mutters, “Everything I’ve done… it’s for this moment. For you. For us.”

Izana

He stands in the doorway longer than he should, conflicted by warmth he’s not used to.

Slowly approaches, sitting on the armrest of the chair, his hand brushing over your bump.

“You’ll never know loneliness. Not with us,” he vows softly.

Kakucho

The softest smile graces his face as soon as he sees you.

Comes up behind you, arms wrapping around your shoulders and hands joining yours on your belly.

Murmurs into your ear, “My family… I’ll protect you both no matter what.”

Ran

Whistles low, teasing but full of love.

“Damn, angel, you look like somethin’ out of a dream.”

Sinks to his knees in front of you, resting his head against your bump with a grin.

Rindou

He freezes in the doorway, blinking like he’s trying to burn the image into memory.

Quietly approaches, voice low: “You… and them… you’re my safe place.”

His hand lingers on your bump longer than he realizes, almost afraid to let go.

Taiju

For once, he goes completely quiet. The sight steals his breath.

Kneels heavily beside you, his massive hand engulfing yours over your stomach.

“You’re carrying my legacy… my family. I’ll never let anything touch you.”

Hakkai

His cheeks go pink instantly, shyly smiling as he approaches.

“You look so peaceful… I don’t ever wanna forget this.”

Sits on the floor beside you, talking to your bump in a soft voice that’s just for your baby.

Kokonoi

He pauses, guilt and awe mixing in his eyes.

Walks over, kneels, and presses his forehead to your stomach.

Whispers, “I’ll make sure you both live in comfort. No more pain. Just happiness.”

Inupi

His expression softens instantly, a rare gentle smile tugging at his lips.

Approaches slowly, almost reverently, and crouches beside you.

“You… you’re everything I ever dreamed of having. Both of you.”

Smiley (Nahoya)

Bursts into the room with his usual grin, but stops dead at the sight.

For once, his smile falters into something softer, eyes misty.

“Ah, you’re too damn beautiful… makin’ me fall in love all over again.”

Angry (Souya)

His eyes well up immediately, and he bites his lip to stop himself from crying.

Kneels beside you, his hand shaking slightly as it joins yours.

“You’re my whole heart… I can’t wait to meet them with you.”

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Tokyo Revengers men would react when they leave for a bit of “business” while their s/o is pregnant, and when they come back the bump has grown noticeably bigger:

Mikey

Walks in with his usual lazy grin, but freezes when he sees your bump.

“Oi, did you… get bigger while I was gone?” he asks, almost childishly.

Immediately kneels down and pokes your belly, whispering, “Don’t grow too fast… I gotta keep up, y’know.”

Draken

He stops at the door, brows lifting in surprise.

“Damn… I was only gone a little while,” he says with a soft chuckle.

Places a massive hand on your stomach, looking down at it in awe. “You’re really growin’ in there, huh?”

Takemichi

Gasps the second he notices, hands flailing a bit.

“Wha–?! How did it get this much bigger in just that short time!?”

Runs over, crouches in front of you, and grins sheepishly. “Guess I missed a growth spurt, huh?”

Chifuyu

Walks in mid-sentence about his trip but cuts himself off.

“No way… look at you.” His eyes sparkle like a proud dad already.

He immediately starts rambling about how cute you look and how the baby must’ve missed him too.

Baji

He’s shocked, his eyes going wide.

“Oi, oi—was I gone for months or somethin’!?”

Squats in front of you, hand to your belly, laughing in disbelief. “Tch, this kid doesn’t mess around, huh?”

Kazutora

Blinks a few times, like he’s not sure if he’s seeing things right.

Walks closer slowly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“I was gone for a blink, and you… you’re even more radiant.” He rests his forehead against your bump gently.

Hanma

Whistles the second he notices.

“Well damn, doll, did you eat the whole fridge while I was out?” he teases, though his smirk softens.

He crouches down, stroking your belly. “Guess the little gremlin grew while daddy was out playin’.”

Kisaki

Adjusts his glasses, caught off guard for once.

“…It’s only been a short while. But you’ve… grown this much.”

He kneels down beside you, expression unreadable but his hand lingers protectively on your stomach.

Izana

Stops mid-step, his golden eyes widening.

“You… you’re showing so much more.” His voice cracks slightly.

He sinks down beside you, resting both hands on your bump, quietly mesmerized.

Kakucho

His breath catches in his throat.

“It’s… bigger.” His voice is soft, almost reverent.

He kneels immediately, pressing his cheek to your belly. “I missed you both more than I realized.”

Ran

Lets out a low whistle, flashing his signature smirk.

“Well, someone’s been busy growing without me.”

He kneels down dramatically, kissing your belly. “Didn’t even wait for me, huh, baby?”

Rindou

He freezes in place, lips parting in surprise.

“…It’s only been a short time.” His voice is hushed, almost like he’s in disbelief.

He steps forward and places a tentative hand on your bump, his expression softening in a way he rarely lets anyone see.

Taiju

His eyes widen, then narrow with awe.

“Already?” His voice rumbles, deep and emotional.

He crouches in front of you, large hand splayed over your bump. “This child… it’s growing strong. Just like I want.”

Hakkai

His cheeks immediately flush pink.

“Woah, it’s… so much bigger now!” He stumbles over his words.

He sits beside you, smiling shyly as he gently rests his hand against your stomach. “They really missed me, huh?”

Kokonoi

Stops mid-step, caught completely off guard.

“…You’ve grown so much while I was away.”

Kneels in front of you, eyes shining with something soft and pained. “I won’t leave again for long. I can’t miss this.”

Inupi

He halts at the doorway, staring quietly.

Walks over without a word and kneels beside you, his hand brushing your bump.

“I missed another moment, huh?” he whispers, guilt mixing with tenderness.

Smiley (Nahoya)

Bursts into the room with his usual grin—

And then stops short, eyes widening before he laughs.

“Oi, look at that! My little peanut’s not so little anymore!” He crouches and gently pats your belly like he’s greeting the baby.

Angry (Souya)

His eyes immediately mist over when he sees the difference.

“It’s… bigger already?” His voice wavers with emotion.

He kneels down, resting his forehead against your bump as he whispers, “I missed you both too much.”

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how each of the Tokyo revenger would react when they go with their s/o to the hospital for a pregnancy checkup, only to find out the family’s about to be bigger than expected:

Mikey He sits in the chair beside you, swinging his foot absentmindedly, pretending like this is just another boring errand. But when the doctor turns the screen and says “Congratulations, it looks like there are two heartbeats” his head snaps up. “...Two?” He blinks, stunned, before a rare, genuine grin spreads across his face. “Guess I don’t have to worry about this kid being lonely, huh?” He squeezes your hand and leans in close to your bump, whispering with a childish excitement, “Oi, don’t give your old man a hard time, okay? Both of you.”

Draken The second the doctor says “twins” Draken’s whole body stiffens. He glances from the screen, back to you, then back again. “...You’re serious?” His voice is low, like he needs to make sure. When the doctor nods, his lips break into a smile so soft it nearly cracks his tough facade. He kisses your temple, his large hand resting protectively on your stomach. “You’re gonna be the best mom. And me… I’ll work twice as hard. They’ll never want for anything.”

Takemichi The ultrasound screen beeps and the doctor announces it: “You’re having triplets.” “TRIPLETS!?” Takemichi shoots out of his chair, face red, voice way too loud. He waves his arms frantically. “I–I can barely handle myself—how are we supposed to raise THREE?!” But when he sees your nervous expression, he immediately calms down, sits back down, and grabs your hand with a shaky smile. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out. Three babies just means… three times the love, right?”

Chifuyu When the doctor points out the second heartbeat, Chifuyu’s jaw drops. He stares at the screen with wide eyes. “That means… Fuyu Jr. AND Fuyu Jr. Jr.?” His excitement is overflowing, and he practically vibrates in his chair. He squeezes your hand, his grin boyish and bright. “Two of them! They’re gonna team up and drive me crazy, aren’t they?” He laughs, though you can see the tears gathering in his eyes. “Guess Peke J’s not gonna be the only baby in the house anymore.”

Baji Baji’s loud laugh fills the room as soon as the doctor announces “It’s twins.” “No way! That’s badass!” he grins, leaning back in his chair like this is the best news he’s ever heard. He leans down to your bump and says with absolute confidence, “Oi, you two better get along, got it? No fighting in there.” He kisses your forehead after, whispering just for you, “We’re gonna have a crazy house, but… I can’t wait.”

Kazutora At first, he thinks he misheard. “...Twins?” His voice cracks slightly, his golden eyes fixed on the monitor. His hand trembles slightly as he reaches for yours. There’s a long pause before his lips curve into the softest, most vulnerable smile. “I never thought I’d get this… let alone two of them.” He presses his forehead to your shoulder, trying to hide the tears gathering in his eyes.

Hanma The second the doctor says “triplets” Hanma bursts into laughter, throwing his head back. “Triplets?! Oh, doll, we’re screwed.” He’s grinning ear to ear, clearly thrilled by the chaos the future promises. He kneels beside your chair, resting his chin on your belly like it’s the most natural thing. “Three little gremlins… I’ll never get a moment’s peace again, huh? Guess I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Kisaki When the doctor reveals “You’re having twins,” Kisaki just sits there, frozen, glasses slipping slightly down his nose. “...Two?” He calculates quickly in his head—expenses, schedules, risks—but when his gaze shifts to your hand in his, his expression softens in a way few ever see. He pushes his glasses back up and mutters, “Then we’ll adjust the plan. Whatever it takes… I’ll protect both of them. And you.”

Izana His eyes go wide when the words register. “Twins.” For a moment, he almost looks panicked, but then something in him breaks open. He stares at the screen, lips trembling before a smile—gentle, unguarded—spreads across his face. He grips your hand tightly, whispering, “A family… more than I ever dreamed I’d have.”

Kakucho Kakucho’s hand tightens on yours as soon as the doctor points out two tiny flickering heartbeats. “...Two,” he repeats softly, his voice catching. His single visible eye fills with tears as he bows his head, forehead resting against your hand. “I’ll protect them. No matter what… they’ll never know pain the way I did.” When he looks up, there’s a small, teary smile. “Our family just doubled. And I couldn’t be happier.”

Ran The moment the word “twins” leaves the doctor’s mouth, Ran smirks. “Two for the price of one? Lucky us.” He pulls out his phone, already snapping a picture of the ultrasound like he’s got bragging rights. “Can’t wait to show Rindou—he’s gonna lose his mind being ‘Uncle Rinnie’ twice over.” Then he leans down and murmurs against your belly, “Don’t worry, I’ll spoil you both rotten.”

Rindou He stares at the monitor, utterly speechless. His jaw works, but no words come out at first. Finally, he mutters, “...Twins?” He looks over at you, eyes soft and overwhelmed. Slowly, he places his hand on your stomach, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. “I… I didn’t think I deserved one. But two…? I’ll do better. For them. For you.”

Taiju When the doctor announces “triplets,” Taiju’s entire body tenses. He stands abruptly, almost pacing the room before turning back to you. “Three…” His booming voice falters, and his gaze drops to your belly. Slowly, he sits back down and takes your hand in both of his. “It’s a blessing,” he says firmly, conviction returning to his voice. “God entrusted us with three. I’ll raise them strong. All of them.”

Hakkai The second he hears “twins” he practically squeaks, face flushing red. “T-Twins?!” He turns to you, eyes wide in shock. Then slowly, the panic melts into a soft smile as he touches your bump with trembling fingers. “Two… we’re really gonna have two little ones?” His voice is full of awe, like it’s the most beautiful miracle he’s ever witnessed.

Kokonoi At first, he doesn’t react. His mind is spinning with numbers, hospital bills, future savings. But when he sees your teary, happy expression, all the calculations vanish. He reaches for your hand, kissing it gently. “Twins, huh? That just means twice the reason to make sure you’re safe. And twice the reason for me to never let you struggle.”

Inupi The doctor’s words—“two heartbeats”—make his breath catch. His hand trembles as he reaches for the monitor, like he can’t believe it’s real. Slowly, his lips curve into a shaky smile. “Two… we’ll have two.” He looks at you with such raw tenderness it hurts. “I promise, I’ll never let them go through what I did. They’ll grow up safe. Loved. Always.”

Smiley (Nahoya) “TWINS?!” Nahoya practically yells, then bursts into laughter, grinning ear to ear. “Guess the baby factory’s workin’ double time, huh?” He crouches down immediately, poking your belly gently like he’s teasing both babies. “Two little brats? This house is gonna be chaos—and I love it.”

Angry (Souya) The moment the doctor says it, Souya’s eyes fill with tears. “...Twins?” His voice wavers, breaking on the word. He grips your hand tightly, shoulders trembling as he cries softly—but with a smile. “Two blessings… I don’t know what I did to deserve this.” He rests his forehead against your shoulder, whispering, “I’ll be the best dad. For both of them.”

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Tokyo Revengers men when their s/o opens up about not being ready for children yet during a conversation about the future:

Mikey (Manjiro Sano)

He tilts his head at first, a little surprised since he’s always pictured himself with a family.

But he leans back, giving a small smile, “That’s fine. It doesn’t have to be now, y’know?”

Mikey reaches for their hand, thumb brushing their knuckles.

He assures them that he’d rather enjoy the time they have together, just the two of them, before anything else.

Quietly admits, “As long as you’re here, that’s all I need right now.”

Draken (Ken Ryuguji)

He’s thoughtful, nodding slowly as he listens to their words.

“That’s fair,” he says calmly, his deep voice steady.

He talks about how raising kids is no small thing, and it makes him respect them even more for being honest about it.

“We’ll go at your pace,” he reassures, wrapping an arm around them.

In his heart, he knows they’ll be ready one day—but he’s patient enough to wait.

Takemichi Hanagaki

He gets nervous at first, thinking maybe they don’t want kids at all.

His voice comes out worried, “Oh—did I rush things? I didn’t mean to—”

Once they clarify, he exhales in relief and gives them a sheepish grin.

“Honestly… I’m not sure I’m ready either. But when we are, we’ll figure it out together.”

He’s extra gentle that night, wanting them to know there’s no pressure.

Chifuyu Matsuno

He chuckles softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I mean, yeah, kids sound great someday… but right now? I’m good just spoiling you.”

He jokes about how the two of them are already like kids when they’re together.

Then his tone softens, and he promises he’ll never push them into something they’re not ready for.

“Future’s gonna happen at its own pace. Let’s just enjoy what we’ve got now.”

Baji Keisuke

At first, he gets a little defensive without meaning to—“Not ready? Why?”

But once he sees the serious look in their eyes, his shoulders drop.

He runs a hand through his messy hair and sighs, “Yeah… guess you’re right. Raising a kid ain’t some small thing.”

He admits he kinda likes it just being the two of them for now.

Pulls them into his chest, muttering, “As long as it’s you and me… that’s enough.”

Kazutora Hanemiya

His eyes widen, and for a moment, his anxiety spikes—he fears rejection in any form.

They quickly clarify, and he breathes out a shaky laugh.

“Oh… okay. Yeah, I get that. We don’t have to rush.”

He admits he’s scared about being a father anyway, afraid of messing up.

Their words actually soothe him, because it means more time to prepare emotionally.

Hanma Shuji

He smirks, leaning back like he doesn’t care.

“Tch, fine by me. Kids are a pain in the ass anyway.”

But then he glances at them, his grin softening just a little.

“You’re enough to keep me entertained for now.”

Deep down, he’s relieved—they can keep living in chaos and freedom a little longer.

Kisaki Tetta

He’s calculating, not outwardly emotional.

“Not ready, hm? That’s acceptable. Timing is everything, after all.”

He reminds them that children complicate things, and right now, he’d rather focus on securing their future.

Though he says it coldly, it’s his own way of agreeing.

“When the moment is right… we’ll decide together.”

Izana Kurokawa

He stares at them quietly, his expression unreadable.

Then he sighs, brushing a strand of hair away from their face.

“Honestly… I’m not sure I’d even know how to be a father.”

Their words give him relief—he doesn’t have to pretend to be ready yet.

He promises them that when the time comes, he’ll try to be the kind of parent he never had.

Kakucho

He listens carefully, his gaze soft and steady.

“That’s more than fair,” he says immediately, no hesitation.

Kakucho has always been about responsibility—he knows a child isn’t something to take lightly.

“You don’t ever need to worry about disappointing me with that. We’ll wait until it feels right.”

Gives them the kind of reassuring hug that makes them feel safe in their choice.

Ran Haitani

He chuckles, brushing it off at first.

“Guess that means I get more time to hog you to myself, huh?”

But then his eyes soften, and he leans close, kissing their temple.

“No rush. I like things just the way they are.”

He’s low-key relieved—he enjoys his freedom and doesn’t want to change their dynamic yet.

Rindou Haitani

He fidgets a little, not sure how to react at first.

“Not ready? …yeah, I get that.”

He’s secretly relieved—they don’t see him as stable enough yet, and he knows that’s true.

Promises he’ll try to grow into someone who could handle that responsibility when the time comes.

“We’ll wait. No need to mess with what’s good right now.”

Taiju Shiba

He frowns, crossing his arms at first. “Hmph. So you’re saying no?”

When they explain, his expression softens.

“…Fine. That’s reasonable. Children require discipline, strength… preparation.”

He respects them more for admitting it instead of blindly rushing in.

“We’ll build our foundation first. Then… one day, maybe.”

Hakkai Shiba

His face falls immediately, worried he might’ve scared them with the idea of kids.

They explain, and his shoulders relax.

“Oh… okay. I get it. Yeah, no pressure, right?”

He admits he’s scared too—what if he’s not good enough?

Their words actually comfort him, because it means they’ll both get more time to grow.

Kokonoi Hajime

He blinks, caught off guard, because in his head he was already planning everything.

“Not ready? …That’s fine. That’s smart.”

Koko is all about preparation—if they’re not ready, then it’s better to wait until they are.

He smiles faintly, “Besides, I want to give you the world before I give you a family.”

Deep down, he’s relieved too—it buys him more time to secure financial security for them.

Inui Seishu

He listens silently, his hand tightening around theirs.

“…That’s okay. You don’t have to be ready now.”

Inui has always carried a lot of responsibility, so hearing them say that makes him exhale in relief.

“When it feels right, we’ll try. Until then, I just want to be with you.”

His gaze is gentle, and he kisses their forehead to seal the promise.

Smiley (Nahoya Kawata)

Laughs it off, “Guess that means I don’t have to share your attention just yet!”

But then he wraps his arms around them, his grin softening.

“No rush, babe. Life’s already fun with just us.”

He’ll joke about practicing being parents on his twin before the real thing.

Deep down, he’s actually glad—he likes their freedom together.

Angry (Souya Kawata)

His expression softens immediately, nodding slowly.

“That’s… okay. We don’t have to push ourselves.”

Souya has always been cautious, so the idea of waiting sits well with him.

He admits he’d be scared to take care of a child right now anyway.

“We’ll take our time. As long as we’re together, that’s all I need.”

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Tokyo Revengers men would react when their s/o drags them out into the rain to dance instead of hiding under an umbrella:

Mikey (Manjiro Sano)

At first, he pouts. “Y/N, I just got my hoodie clean.”

But when you tug him by the hand, spinning into the downpour with that carefree smile, something inside him melts.

He wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your head as the rain soaks both of you.

In a quiet voice only you can hear: “Guess I don’t hate it either… not if it’s with you.”

Draken (Ken Ryuguji)

He tries to be the practical one. “Oi, you’ll get sick like this!”

But you’re stubborn, pulling him out into the puddles until he finally chuckles. His big hands settle at your waist, swaying with you slowly.

He studies your rain-dampened face, committing it to memory.

“…You’re right. How could anyone hate the rain, huh?”

Takemichi Hanagaki

He’s flustered the moment you yank him out from under the umbrella.

“W-Wait! We’re gonna be drenched!” he panics.

But then you laugh and spin, and suddenly the world feels lighter. He ends up holding your hands, stumbling over his own feet as he dances with you anyway.

He’s red-faced, smiling. “Okay, okay—you win! I could never hate the rain with you here.”

Chifuyu Matsuno

Immediately laughs the moment you tug him into the storm.

“You’re nuts, you know that?” he grins, but his eyes are glowing.

He twirls you dramatically, like you’re in some old romance movie. The sight of you laughing in the rain makes his chest ache in the best way.

“Rain or shine, I’m happiest with you.”

Baji Keisuke

“The hell are you doing?!” he barks when you drag him into the rain.

But when he sees your grin, his heart stutters. His scowl softens, and he starts laughing—really laughing.

He throws an arm around your waist and dips you right there in the street.

“Tch. Fine. But only ‘cause you’re cute when you’re soaked.”

Kazutora Hanemiya

He freezes for a moment when you drag him into the storm, blinking through the downpour.

But then he smiles—soft and genuine. He doesn’t even try to dance, just pulls you close and holds you like the rain itself is washing away every bad memory.

“You’re right. I don’t think I could ever hate the rain again.”

Hanma Shuji

He lives for chaos. “Heh, babe, you’re insane— I love it!”

Tosses the umbrella over his shoulder and spins you around dramatically like you’re both on stage.

He’s grinning ear to ear, laughing like a maniac while you dance.

“Rain’s way more fun like this! Don’t tell me you don’t love it too~”

Kisaki Tetta

“Y/N, this is childish,” he mutters, frowning as you pull him into the downpour.

But then he sees the joy on your face, and something in him softens despite himself. He ends up awkwardly holding you close, swaying stiffly.

“…Don’t expect me to admit it, but… maybe I don’t hate this.”

Izana Kurokawa

He stands stiff in the rain at first, glaring. “What’s the point of this?”

But your laughter breaks through his cold exterior. He finds himself staring at you—so carefree, so bright.

Slowly, he places his hands on your waist, moving with you under the storm.

“…Maybe the rain isn’t so cruel after all.”

Ran Haitani

Laughs immediately. “God, you’re cute when you’re reckless.”

Lets himself be dragged into the storm, not caring about his drenched clothes. He twirls you and dips you like it’s some dramatic performance.

“Rain’s just an excuse for me to get closer to you.”

Rindou Haitani

At first, he grumbles. “You’re seriously gonna ruin my jacket.”

But when you giggle and hold his hands, his lips twitch into a reluctant smile. He starts moving clumsily with you, blush hidden by wet hair stuck to his forehead.

“…Fine. Guess I don’t hate the rain either.”

Taiju Shiba

His first instinct is to scold. “Oi! You’ll get sick!”

But you’re stubborn, tugging his massive frame into the rain anyway. He shakes his head, sighing deeply.

Then he wraps both arms around you, holding you against his chest while the rain pours.

“…Alright. Maybe you’re right. How could anyone hate this?”

Hakkai Shiba

Blushes so hard when you pull him into the rain. “W-Wait, seriously?!”

But he follows anyway, stumbling into an awkward but sweet dance with you. He’s red-faced and laughing, the sound mixing with the storm.

“You’re crazy… but I love you for it.”

Kokonoi Hajime

He hesitates, worried about his clothes and hair. “Y/N… my outfit…”

But then you laugh, carefree, tugging him closer until he can’t resist. His heart softens, and he starts swaying with you slowly.

“…I guess I could never hate the rain if it means seeing you smile like that.”

Inupi (Seishu Inui)

Blinks at you in disbelief. “Seriously?”

But then he catches the sparkle in your eyes, and without a word, he takes your hands and pulls you close. The two of you sway gently as the rain pours down.

“…No, I don’t think I could ever hate this.”

Smiley (Nahoya Kawata)

Bursts out laughing as soon as you drag him into the rain.

“Now THIS is my kinda date!” he shouts, spinning you around wildly in the puddles.

His grin never fades as he kisses you mid-laugh. “How could anyone hate the rain when it’s this fun?!”

Angry (Souya Kawata)

“Y/N, you’ll catch a cold!” he protests, but you’ve already got his hands in yours.

His cheeks turn pink as you spin with him, his laughter soft and awkward.

He ends up smiling so softly it makes your heart ache.

“…Yeah. The rain’s kinda nice, actually.”

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