#I fucking love Taku idc

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Takutowa sketch before bed

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you didn’t lie. you little fuck /loving

I. AM. SAD. NOT HAPPY. I LOVE THIS

also some live reactions i wrote down while reading because i think they are important:

oH taku i SEE what you are doing i cAN SEE IT. ‘if someone tris to hurt you, i’ll always be there to protect you’ yeah yeah that is SUSPICIOUS

THE PROMISE OF FOREVER TAKU I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND I DON’T LIKE IT

life reactions over. stop hitting me over the head with a bat with your writing it hurts but also don’t bc goddamn this is good. i hate you but i love you <3

also idk why but that last fucking line makes this all hit even more for some reason?? very nice i like it. smth smth mikey calling draken ken-chin smth smth hope. logically that should be it. idk idc this fic is great and fucking sad that’s all that matters

also just. me reading this: :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 ,‘:| :0 :0 :(( :'(

It isn’t how I remember

Prompt 2: Grass Ship: Ken “Draken” Ryuuguji X Sano “Mikey” Manjirou Warnings: Bonten arc spoilers, profanity, not proof read L /j A/N: i am so down bad for a good soft drakemai, and you know what compliments that best? angst :)

On a certain summer’s night, somewhere in the city of Shibuya, Tokyo. A certain messy blond haired boy snuck into a certain brothel in which a certain friend, and maybe secret boyfriend, lived. When he arrived on the level in which his secret lover lived on, he prayed to the gods that no one woke up when the elevator pinged to alert he had reached the floor he pressed the button to. When it hadn’t, he cautiously stepped out of the elevator, heaving a relieved sigh when nothing in his field of vision changed.

When Mikey was finally standing before the door of Draken’s bedroom, he knocked lightly on his door. Within around 50 seconds, the boy the room belonged to answered, his hair in a messy bun and not in his usual, well known braid. It made Manjirou smile being able to see his boyfriend in such a private state. “Holy fuck,” the much larger boy exclaimed sleepily, rubbing the in between of his eyebrows, “Manjirou?? What in the living fuckery are you doing at my door at 2:30 in the morning.“ The said boy grinned, “Is that the time? Golly, it’s as if I didn’t notice.“ Mikey took Draken’s unoccupied hand, the one of which wasn’t clenching at his doorknob with his knuckles going white, and caressed the lines on his palms with his thumb. He noticed Draken’s hand was much more warmer than his, which wasn’t really unbelievable since the boy had just been sound asleep if not for Mikey. “God shit, Mikey your hands are freezing. Way too cold for summer, babe.” Draken seemed to have noticed just as his boyfriend did, taking Mikey’s hands with both of his. The latter chuckled, “Ken-chin I’m fine, please,” Mikey reassured, “Nevermind that, why are you calling me Mikey suddenly???” He took back his hands and crossed his arms, pouting up at his partner. When Mikey looked at Draken like that, he couldn’t keep his serious, vice-commander, feared by many facade for long. When Mikey looked at him like that, the cracks in his stone cold face melted into a much softer expression, an even softer chuckle slipping from his smiling lips. This made Mikey soften up too, he gently placed a hand on Draken’s cheek and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Go get changed, I wanna take you somewhere.” He said as he walked towards the elevator, “At this time of day??!? Manjirou have you gone mad?!” Draken whisper shouted at his chaotic boyfriend, the boy looked back at him, an unknown look in his eyes and a secret puppeteer pulling his smile, “Well, I am sort of twisted in that way.”

“Guhhhh, now that we’re out here, it‘s hot as fuck!” Draken complained as Mikey pulled him along side the river. “Oh c’mom Ken-chin,“ Mikey laughed, “It’s not that bad. Now hurry up, we’re nearly there!” The pair settled by a tree, where initials and names carved into the bark of couples who wished to showcase their love to Tokyo stood. Mikey leaned his head on Draken’s shoulder, in which he did the same except on Mikey’s head. He felt Draken’s hand find it’s way to his, interlacing their fingers together and squeezing gently. “So?” Mikey broke the silence, “Was it worth dragging your lazy ass out of bed for this?” A lone moment, just the two of them, that is what Mikey was presenting to Draken, though, there might‘ve been more to it. Draken wouldn’t push on however. He sighed before answering, “Firstly, my ass is not lazy thank you very much. Secondly though, I have to admit, it is nice being out here with you. So thank you.” A smile crept up Mikey’s cheeks from the praise, and through giddiness, he pecked a kiss on Draken’s cheek as thanks. His grin faded slowly as he deepened into his thoughts, as if it were slowly eating him up. “It sucks though, I would’ve wanted to take you here in the daytime, but yknow, people might get all judgmental over seeing a buncha dudes holding hands and being all close n shit.” Mikey squeezed Draken’s hand, a sad smile pulling at his mouth now. “But you’re the unbeatable Mikey. A couple of homophobes shouldn’t be too hard to teach a lesson right?” Draken squeezed his hand back, his boyfriend going a bit silent. “You’re right on that. But even if I did beat them up for what they said, the damage would already be done.” He laughed bitterly, squeezing his partner’s hand extra tight. When Draken had noticed how much this had been bothering Mikey, his faced him and looked deep into his eyes, bringing his hand close to his lips. “Well, if in some incredibly unlikely situation where someone tries to hurt you, I will always be here, by your side, to protect you.” Mikey could feel Draken’s lips just graze over his knuckles as he spoke. “And with each of these kisses you will remember that I will fight for you with my fists,“ Mikey felt Draken’s soft, warm lips kiss his knuckles, “With my actions,“ the phalanges of his middle finger, “And with my words.” and then the centre his palm. He looks up to find Mikey’s eyes, in which were swelling slowly with tears that threatened to fall by the sound of another thoughtful phrase. “Wait shit, did I go to far?” Draken asked in a sudden panic, holding both of Mikey’s hands in his own. The latter giggled sweetly, a single tear drop rolling down his cheek, ”Dumbass,“ Mikey smiled when he had calmed, “I’m alright. I’m really fine, but just tell me, you’ll be with me forever.” Draken beamed at him, forever seemed to be a long way away, but he definitely wanted to stay with Mikey forever, if that meant their whole lives, a couple of months, 2 years, or 1 day. He’d want it. “I’ll stay with you forever.” He promised on a certain night.

On a certain winters evening in the city of Tokyo, his lips felt cold against his skin, but it couldn‘t compare to the dead freezing feeling of his hands when they met. “You said you’d fight with your fists for me,” he kissed his knuckles, “You said you’d with your actions for me,” he kissed his the phalanges of his middle finger, “You said you’d fight with your words for me,” and kissed the dead centre, palm of his hand and looked over the city in which he worked for, Shibuya. “But most of all,” he began walking towards the edge of the roof, feeling the city’s light burn into his eyes, “You said you’d stay with me forever. You promised.” He sat on the ledge and held himself, the t-shirt and thin pants weren’t doing much to keep him warm on this winter’s night, “Oh Ken-chin,” Mikey spoke into the wind, hoping it would reach his ears, “It’s so cold.”