#Manjiro Sano Fluff

[miss-jaye]

if manjiro sano ever saw his wife in a sundress, he’d drop to his knees and worship her right then and there—not that he didn’t do that every day already.

when you stepped out of the bathroom in a cute little sundress that hugged your figure just right, you couldn’t resist giving your husband a playful twirl, the skirt swirling around you perfectly. you’d tied your hair with a bow to complete the look, and manjiro just stood there, staring, his jaw slack and drool threatening to escape the corner of his mouth.

you turned back around with a smile, but it quickly morphed into a puzzled expression. “manjiro? honey, you’re drooling.”

“huh?” he blinked, not even bothering to wipe the drool away. “you’re not wearing that out of the house without me.” he closed the distance between you, slipping his hands around your waist.

you chuckled, grabbing a nearby towel to dab the drool from his chin. “what are you talking about, baby?”

“you’re just too…” manjiro trailed off, his eyes locked on the stunning woman in his arms. “too...?”

you tilted your head with an amused smile, watching as he looked at you like a dog with its ears perked up and tail wagging in anticipation.

“perfect,” he finally finished, a grin spreading across his face. your blond husband then pulled you close and dipped you unexpectedly.

“oh!” you squealed, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck for stability.

he chuckled before leaning in to kiss you, his lips tasting of your strawberry chapstick as his tongue playfully sought entrance. you gave it without hesitation, and the two of you made out for a few sweet minutes until the need for air forced you to pull away, breathless and slightly flushed.

“what was that for?” you asked, your voice tinged with a soft blush.

manjiro smiled down at you. “will you marry me again?”

you rolled your eyes, playfully exasperated. “'jiro, i’ve remarried you twice already. we can’t keep doing this.”

“yes, we can. we have the money. or better yet, let’s just skip to the honeymoon part, yeah?”

“'jiro!” you scolded, laughing.

[rizsu]

wife on the low manjiro, sanzu.

sum. babysitter!reader. idk where i was going with this one

manjirō sano

tension. too much tension. it's not easy trying to focus on a happy baby when you have two eyes digging through your soul. his gaze is terrifying—whether it's just the way he's just there quietly or the fact that he's bonten's leader, you don't know. he's a scary man.

trying your best to ignore whatever he's doing, you focus on cheerful baby that's been slapping her hands continuously on the little container with water.

she's five months currently so you decided it's time for sensory playtime! starting off with water and slowly adding little sensory toys into the container as she plays.

“it's getting messy.”

“oh—should we stop?”

“no, continue. i'll clean up.”

mikey pushes himself off of the door's frame and wanders off to some room for a mop. he walks away with thoughts swimming in his head; delusional thoughts if you asked him.

he doesn't really know what is it that he's feeling. is it love? dunno. he never felt it in a long time. well, it's not like he remembers what love felt like—he didn't even love the mother of his daughter. hell he can't even remember what possessed him to have sex.

coming back into the playroom, he stills for a moment. cute, he thinks. you look fitting like that. something about the way you're giggling with his daughter while she babbles words only those of her kind understands really makes his heart swell.

“'m back,” he announces after a good few minutes of gawking.

moving the baby onto her crib, you pinch her cheek before going to help mikey.

so close, you think. his body's just above yours—close to the point where you can feel his sweater on your head. his hands moves on yours taking hold of the container.

you made the mistake of glancing at him,, now you're stuck gazing into his static eyes, looking for any hints of his current emotion.

five seconds turned into ten and he doesn't break the eye contact. rather, his right hand glides from the container and rests itself on your cheek.

does he know why he did that? no.

is he going to elaborate? also no.

a few more minutes in wondering silence until he breaks it.

“you're pretty.”

oh!

it takes a minute to process it; eyes opened but still looking into his. mikey drifts his gaze from your lips and back to your eyes. he shows no signs of taking back what he said.

“thank...you..?”

chuckling, he notes your confusion and decides to fuel it by saying: “you're welcome. be my girlfriend.”

sanzu haruchiyo

“pick a colour: blue or red.”

“how about no!” hoisting up his daughter on your hip, you circle around the table making your way to the kitchen as you ignore his attempts of getting you to pick the drug of the day.

sanzu raises his eyebrow at you. you sure have a lot of nerve in front of someone that can easily kill you but he won't. why would he kill you when he isn't sure if he, sober!sanzu, loves you or if he, high!sanzu, is just fucking around.

eh, it's not like he's worried. that's something for future him to worry about!!

“sanzu, her formula's about to end!” shouting from the kitchen as you violently shake her bottle, you faced your focus more on the quiet eight month old rather than the twenty-eight years old father.

“is that all?” sanzu moves on arm behind the couch as he looks back at you. she's a natural with kids—especially mine, he thinks. he's going to blame the drugs for that even though he's very much sober.

“yeah, is it okay if i use your card? i need to stock up on the groceries too.” you explained, dropping a few droplets of the milk on your forearm to check the temp.

“why're you askin' me? it's your card. i took it out for you.”

“because i don't wanna—oh???” you paused. sanzu, your boss, couldn't have possibly taken out another card for you right? certainly, right? god, it's so hard to focus after he said those words. you try to not think too much of it but it's just too difficult.

lost in thought, you didn't realize that he's already in front of you, holding up his mini to give her a nose kiss before looking back at you.

“looks like she's finished. let's go.” walking towards to door, sanzu grabs his keys from the holder along with his mask.

“huh—oh, right her stuff. just a minute!” you can't seem to think coherently, not when those words still linger fresh in your mind.

maybe it's the drugs,

maybe it's you,

maybe it's him,

maybe it's the way he holds your hand firmly while smiling whenever an elderly lady compliments your little “family”,

or maybe it's the way he guides you into his room at night after his daughter fell asleep, pulling you into a kiss that answers all questions.

[emmyrosee]

Random thoughts #3 (05:23)

Manjiro is, as his friends put it, a yapper.

There’s nothing this man won’t talk to you about, everything from his day to his dreams last night, to the dog he passed on his bike, Mikey will tell you anything and absolutely everything. It makes him happy to keep you in the loop! And you love watching his shoulders relax and a smile spread on his face the more he talks, getting everything off of his chest and into the universe. The way your fingers card his head and relax him into saying everything and anything on that mind of his is so cute, and it’s one of the highlights of your day.

This, of course, does not necessarily apply to nap time.

Mikey loves to talk, of course, but when your eyes slowly start to get heavy, your breathing slowly evens out and your mouth lets out the puffiest of breaths, he finally stops his blabbering and looks down at you in confusion, “baby?”

You don’t answer him, of course, having knocked asleep moments prior, but he smiles softly and curls closer to you, relishing in the way you smack your lips and burrow deeper into his side. Your fingers gently curl into the opening of his hoodie, clutching the fabric in your fingers. He moves his head to press the smallest kiss to your knuckle before closing his eyes and resting his head against yours, hoping to meet you in dreamland.

“I’ll tell you when you wake up.”

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Mikey still sleeps with his blanket that he had all throughout growing up.

He does not give a shit, 100%, what anyone says about it. He will just kick their ass if they're stupid enough to say anything about it.

When the two of you first start dating exclusively, nothing changed as far as him snuggling up with that tattered comfort item when you stay over.

One night, you had both gone to bed, tangled up in each other's arms and legs after kissing until you were so tired your heads could no longer be lifted from your pillows.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Until about 3:20 in the morning, there was a rhythmic series of taps at the window.

"Mikey, we got a situation. C'mon man. Gotta ride."

Mikey groaned as he rolled out from under your warm body and put on some clothes he'd left on the futon.

One more glance at your sweet, sleeping face and he laid his snuggy over your shoulders and kissed your forehead before turning to go.

"Keep the bed warm for me. I'll be right back, baby, I love you."

@arlerts-angel @darkstarlight82 @viburnt @kazutora-kurokawa @katkitkats

[m4nj1r0s]

hii I just wanted to ask if you could do general headcannons for Manjiro sano/Mikey if that's alright, also I hope you had a good holiday! :)

Manjiro Sano general relationship headcannons

Note: AHH THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST 🤭🤭

And I hope you had a good holiday too! <33

I went a little off-track, mb 😭

- He didn’t really have any interest in girls, until him and Emma were just going back and forth with insults and she said that he gets no girls. It made him stop and actually think. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d liked a girl or a girl liked him back.

- So naturally he decided to give the whole relationship thing a go. The only problem was to find someone willing to be his girlfriend.

- He went to school to try and find a girl who might like him, he didn’t have any specific girl he liked so he was open to anyone. You sat next him in a couple of classes, but since he never never came, he didn’t know. You guys got to talking and he quickly found himself enjoying your little daily talks!

- It progressed and it wasn’t until Draken noticed him getting visibly happy whenever someone mentioned your name that he liked you. Mikey honestly didn’t think it was a big deal until Mitsuya pointed out that you might only see him as a friend. That’s when he got a little panicked.

- This was the first (and would be the only) time he’d ever liked a girl. We all know if you’re friends with Mikey that it will last literal TIMELINES because he’s incredibly loyal and expects others to be as well. That’s why he expected your guys’ current friendship to last that long too.

- He realized that confessing could ruin that if you didn’t like him back and if you did you two could end up breaking up since he didn’t know much about relationships anyway.

- So for a couple of months he just lived with his giant crush on you.

- I don’t think he’d be scared of introducing you to Toman since he knows he’s literally ‘The Invincible Mikey’ (or was it unbeatable I can’t remember). He could just protect you if anything were to happen! And he expected every Toman member to do the same.

- Everyone in Toman knows Mikey likes you. In fact, you seem to be the only one who hasn’t noticed.

- When Takemichi found out that Mikey liked you, he was ready to help his friend out. So he gave Mikey advice that he got from Hina. He told Mikey to be a gentleman and to be straight up with his feelings.

- You and Emma happened to be good friends and you’d even been to her house a couple times. You’d never met Mikey there though, you only knew that Emma had a brother and a grandpa. But you’d met her Grandpa and he was a nice old man.

- Mikey happened to be home but he ignored the fact Emma had someone over since he didn’t know any of them. But then he went into Emma’s room to tell her something and he froze when you’d said hi to him.

- HOW WERE YOU IN HIS HOUSE? IN HIS SISTER’S ROOM? WHEN DID YOU GUYS EVEN MEET?-

- Emma was surprised that you and Mikey knew each other, but brushed it off since she didn’t have to introduce Mikey.

- But then Mikey was visibly getting happy when talking to you, and Emma could swear she saw him blushing..

- That’s how Emma found out he had a massive crush on you, and she was a little mad because you and her had been friends longer than you’d known Mikey. She was sure that her brother’s feelings weren’t genuine. She didn’t want Mikey to ever confess, in case the relationship didn’t work out and you stopped being friends with her because it was awkward.

- But when she noticed his feelings were actually genuine she was hell-bent on getting him to confess.

- So he finally relented. But before he did anything, he begged Emma to ask you if you liked him, even just a bit.

- So she called you the next day and asked. You didn’t want to tell Emma that you liked her BROTHER so you avoided the question. But then she said she didn’t mind if you liked her brother and that she would be your wingwoman if you did. That’s when you finally confessed to her that you’d liked Mikey for a couple weeks now.

- She had to cover Mikey’s mouth to stop him from confessing right then and there over the phone.

- So after he found out he was happy but a little confused. Why would you like him of all people? But on the surface he was telling his friends things like “Of course she likes me, I’m the strongest!” (it’s giving gojo)

- Planned a wholeeeee thing to ‘indirectly’ confess to you. He didn’t want to do all the work in your guys’ obvious upcoming relationship. So Draken and Mitsuya planned something to help. (Mikey just sat there eating dorayaki and rambling on ab all the cute things he wants to do once you inevitably become his gf)

- The plan was that Emma would ask you to walk home with her, so then after school you’d wait until she came out to go. But Emma would take a while to leave you waiting. Then a short distance away from you, Mikey would talk to his friends with a loud ass voice. Then he’d be all like “Yeah, Y/N is really pretty, I would love to go out with her.”

- And then you’d be all like “omg!!! mikey, you’re the love of my life!!! <3”

- But he happened to be daydreaming the last part.. Although, his plan was bound to elicit SOMETHING!

- Little did they know Emma was a double agent and had told you her brother loves you and that you should confess. At first, you would’ve been like ‘no way!’. But Emma spent ages convincing you and managed to get you to do it on the same day Mikey was supposed to.

- So on the day he was going to indirectly confess, Emma got you to go outside right after school and ask to speak with him privately.

- He was caught a little off guard but went w/ you.

- To cut this short you guys kissed and are a couple now, yay!

- Now onto the actual relationship headcannons, I’m sorry the bit before was a lot longer than I expected 😭

- His friends gag whenever you guys kiss near them.

- “Jeez, get a room!”

- “Stop swapping spit and pay attention, Mikey you dumbass!”

- “It looks like he’s eating her, wtf??”

- “Y/N, are you okay?!! My brother is disgusting!!”

- guess who says each of those lol

- Will lick your cheek but gets shocked if you do it back.

- You’re the only person he shares his snacks with, and even then you barely get any 😔

- He loves taking you out on late-night motorcycle rides where you scream because he’s going way too fast.

- He doesn’t wear a helmet, but expects you to wear one for your safety.

- “Aren’t you gonna wear a helmet, Manjiro?”

- “Nope, I’m good.”

- Likes it when you call him by his actual name, since it’s been a while since anyone has. (he acts like he doesn’t tell everyone to call him mikey)

- One time, you wanted to have a cute date where you two read books w/ each other but he ended up falling asleep 10 minutes in.

- Took you out to eat after though, partly bc he gets hungry after waking up.

- But right after he ate, he fell asleep again and you had to call Draken to come help you lift Mikey 😭😭

- His sleeping and then eating thing is a vicious cycle

- Draken sees you as a sister, and if anyone were to be his wingwoman or wingman with Emma it would be you.

- You edge along their relationship by saying things to them like

- “Emma, Draken was asking about you!”

- “Guess what, Draken? Emma asked about you!”

- Mikey gets huffy though.

- Likes when you kiss him w/ lipstick on because it leaves a stain on his lips.

- You did face masks with him once and put cucumbers over his eyes but then he ate them 😒

- Loves eating things with you. Mf will show up at your door with bags of food from some new restaurant he found asking to try it with you.

- The first time you baked smth for him, he didn’t leave your side for a week.

- He’s actually very sweet when he wants to be, but it’s only when you two are alone. He likes to hold your hand whilst you’re watching something or reading. It makes him comfortable.

- You probably have to do his hair in the morning like Draken does 😭😭

- Draken appreciates it tho

- Even though Toman knows about you, you wouldn’t have to worry about other gangs getting to you because Mikey simply won’t let it happen. He’s already taken care of that by having Sanzu watch you as well! :)

- Sanzu did NOT like you at first but he grew to tolerate you then after a while he sort of liked you.

- When you and Mikey were first dating, he probably gave you the nastiest stink eyes. He also tripped you up once but no one suspected him..

- He’s very loyal, I don’t see him cheating or breaking up with you. Especially because he really loves you and can’t imagine his life without you now.

- Blanket hogger. Will literally tear it off of you whilst he’s sleeping and lay down on top of it. (sometimes he fakes being asleep to do this to you bc he likes pissing you off 😭😭)

- If you guys have an argument, I don’t think he’s the type of guy to say ‘sorry’ but he’ll do things to show you he’s sorry. He’ll you your favorite food, buys you a plushie or just hug you quietly.

- He will only say sorry if it was a serious argument, and if he was really in the wrong. But luckily you guys don’t really argue. Anytime Mikey feels an argument coming on, he’ll discreetly diffuse it by catching you off-guard with a kiss or something. (i can’t tell if that’s a little toxic or not)

[dyeher]

“We should get married.”

The sun is too hot. You’re too sweaty and dehydrated and horny and miserable to even entertain Mikey’s lackluster proposal. It’s not even a question. It’s a statement.

He looks serious too, and hot and sweaty and delicious. You want to lick the stray beads of sweat that have collected at the base of his throat.

But you can’t because it’d be unprofessional. So, you ignore him. Adjusting the lens on your camera to snap a few more pictures of him in the natural light.

There’s a giant hibiscus tucked behind his right ear and his head is tilted up to face the sky. He’s glowing. Between him and the orange hibiscus you’re not sure who the sun is loving more.

“Did you hear me?”

“Don’t move,” you instruct, ignoring him again. He’s turned to you for acknowledgment and the light catches in the strands of his hair. It frames him in a halo of light, and in this position the hibiscus pales in comparison to him. Him and his entirely too beautiful face. His upper body flexes lightly with the movement, exposing his tattoos for the camera and when he lifts a brow at you, your mouth goes dry.

“Don’t ignore me.”

“It’s too hot Mikey,” you complain. You’re still snapping away because Mikey is moving and every shift in the muscles of his arms as he turns toward you fully, the clenching of his abdominal muscles, you aim to capture them all.

“This was your idea,” he points out.

He’s right. It was your idea and you don’t regret it. Not when you get to see him like this (because there are very few people who can see him like this and you’re truly honored to be one of them).

He sits back, pressing his hands into the soft grass behind him and elongating his torso. His jacket falls open wider and more of the small tattoos scattered across his torso are revealed. You snap a few quick shots of him from the neck done.

“I know,” you smile as you sink onto the grass next to him to click through the last five pictures you’d snapped. They’re your favorite so far.

The first is a body shot that highlights the golden pendant that’s nestled in the hollow of his throat. There’s a small butterfly tattoo on his left collar bone and Roman numerals on his right. The tattoo above his Adam’s apple matches the wording in the pendant. ‘Monster’ printed in typewriter font.

The second is a torso shot. His skin is damp from a thin layer of sweat and the sun casts his normally pale skin in a golden glow. You’d managed to capture a bead of sweat as it trickled down between his abs.

The third makes you freeze.

“Delete that,” Mikey says from over your shoulder. The heat from his body seeps into your thin shirt as he plasters himself to your back.

He’s smiling in the picture. His head tilted downward as he looks at you through his lashes, a secretive smile playing on his lips. It’s breathtaking. You’d captured his entire top half. The flexing muscles in his arms, the bunching of the muscles in his shoulders.

“Nope!” you giggle, holding the camera out of his reach. Mikey glares playfully at you.

“The only way—” he lunges, eyes locked on your own, and snatches the camera from you, ignoring your indignant yelp“—you’re keeping this is if you say yes to marrying me.”

You squint, folding your arms in front of you. “You’re not serious.”

Mikey places the camera down carefully and turns his attention to you. “I am.”

He reaches for your hands and drags you into his lap, guiding them to his shoulders and settling his own on your waist. Your eyes narrow further as he pulls you closer to him. “I’m very serious.”

You’re a little taller than him like this and when he tilts his head up to look into your eyes the hibiscus falls free from behind his ear.

“I want to marry you,” he continues. “And then you can take as many pictures of me as you want.”

You swallow, your heart suddenly thundering as Mikey continues to stare at you. “As many pictures as I want? Do you promise?”

Mikey chuckles. “I promise.”

You eye him skeptically.

He presses a soft kiss to your chin. “I’ll even let you post some of them.”

Your eyes widen. “Really?!”

He presses a kiss lower to your throat, his hair tickling your chin as he nods.

“You’re not trying to trick me into saying yes right?”

Mikey lifts his head to level a blank look at you. “Would I need to trick you?”

“Fair point,” you acquiesce.

He leaves a kiss on your right cheek and then the corner of your mouth and when his tongue comes out to lick along the seam of your lips you sigh.

He takes advantage of that and kisses you deeply. When he pulls away you blink dazedly at him.

“Ask me to marry you again after I’ve had a shower,” you blurt.

Mikey’s brows furrow. “What?”

“I’m too sticky and sweaty and hot to think straight and your cock is right—” you roll your hips, dragging your clothed sex along his erection “—there! I’m not thinking straight.”

Mikey chuckles. “How about after I’ve fucked you ?”

You pause. “In the shower?”

Mikey groans, head falling against your shoulder. “Sure, I’ll ask you again after I’ve fucked you in the shower.”

“And I’ll say yes.”

“You fucking better,” he says. “I’d hate it if you forced my hand.”

You pretend you don’t hear the threat in those words.

[daeva1920]

incorrect Quotes

Character: Breaths

Y/n, in there period: can you stop breathing, your so noisy.

Character: ...

Y/n: your like a vacuum

Character, looking over at his friend: should I stop breathing

Choji tomiyama, Umemiya Hajime, Manjiro Sano, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Ran Haitani, And all of your fav.

[cfyslvr]

Celebrating your birthday with him

╰┈➤ author's note: (y'all look at this silly little man 🤲🏻) since today is my birthday, I've decided to try and write some birthday headcanons with our lovely boy Mikey! also I've seen a few requests and I just wanna let you know that I'll get to them as soon as possible, thank you!

╰┈➤ warnings: nothing, pure fluff :)

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- your boyfriend has been planning on how to celebrate your birthday literally months before the actual date

- but when your birthday finally came around, he somehow forgot 💀

- emma reminded him during breakfast

- when he finished eating he IMMEDIATELY ran out to buy a gift for you

- would 100% ask draken to go with him + would drag emma with him cuz he isn't sure what to get

- would spend AGES looking for the perfect gift, since none of them seemed special enough for you

- once he finally picked out a gift for you, he instantly drove to your house

- the second you opened the door for him, he scooped you up into his arms and began spinning you around while wishing you a happy birthday

- once he placed you back down onto the ground, he gave you a long birthday kiss and asked you to spend your birthday with him

- his eyes lit up when you said yes, he grabbed your hand and took you to his motorcycle

- he drove you around and took you wherever you wanted before stopping at a small pastry shop where he insisted on buying whatever you wanted

- he even shared the dorayaki he bought for himself (it's a rare occasion even with you) 🥹

- you two would spend the entire day together and when night fell, he took you to a more reserved area with less people around

- the two of you went up a little hill with a small bench at the top of it

- you sat down onto it and he gave you your present

- poor baby couldn't contain his smile as he watched you opening it

- your eyes widened when you opened the box and saw an adorable kuromi plushy in it, surrounded by some of your favorite sweets

- you were so happy and took the plushy into your hands, but were even more surprised when you saw a picture frame hidden under it

- you took the frame out and your eyes almost welled up with tears when you saw the picture in it

- the picture was one with you and mikey when you were kids, you were holding his hand while smiling at the camera while mikey had chocolate smeared all over his face and was looking at you with sparkly eyes 😭🤏🏻

- you remembered mikey saying how much he hates that photograph because of how stupid he looks

- yet he still printed it out to gift it to you because he knew how much you loved it 😭

- when he saw that you weren't saying anything and was just staring at the gift, he couldn't help but ask "..do you like it?" in a slightly shy tone

- once you heard his words, you immediately jumped into his arms, which caught him off guard but he soon returned the hug without hesitation

- you kept repeating how much you love the gift and he responded with a soft "I'm glad.."

- after a few seconds of hugging, he suddenly pulled away, the excitement coming back to his face as he tells you that he has one more thing for you

- you look at him with a confused expression before he grabs your chin and turns your face to the side, where colorful fireworks meet your gaze

- yes he did beg draken and baji to stand under the hill and set up fireworks just for you 🫠

- the two of you watched the fireworks together in silence, your hands intertwined and your head on his shoulder while his rested on top of yours

- once the fireworks ended, he grabbed your chin once again and pulled you into another long kiss before pulling away and smiling at you

"happy birthday, y/n, thank you for coming into my life. meeting you was one of the best things that ever happened to me, I don't even want to imagine a life without you. thank you for putting up with me all this time and for being by my side whenever I needed you. I love you."

- that did it for you.

- you started bawling your eyes out as he hugged you tightly, bringing your head into his chest

- he couldn't help but giggle proudly when he managed to make you cry happy tears, he swore on his life that he would only make happy tears fall from those beautiful eyes of yours

- he took you home and insisted on staying at your place tonight

- you two ended up falling asleep in each other's arms, but not before you thanked him for making this birthday your best birthday so far :)

- bonus: although he always claimed that he hated that picture of the two of you, the next time you came over to his house, you noticed the exact picture framed and sitting on the nightstand next to his bed, making him realize that he, infact, didn't hate it as much as he thought he did

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[thatlotuscookie]

Mikey from Tokyo Revengers please. Maybe where the reader is the only one who can calm him down when he's having a bad day or feeling overwhelmed, but she doesn’t realize how much it means to him?

✧･ﾟ: a/n : to the lovely anon who requested this—thank you! Mikey’s the type of character who hides his emotions well, but I can totally see him seeking comfort in someone who brings normalcy into his chaotic life. I hope this hits all the right feels for you! I listened to Understand by Keshi the whole time and AGHH brought me into the feels.

✧ Title: ✧ The Weight Of Everything ✧ ✧ Characters: Mikey (Manjiro Sano) x Reader (Fem!Reader) ✧ Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: Mikey carries burdens that no one else can truly understand. On days when everything feels like it’s falling apart, your presence becomes his only source of calm. But when Mikey realizes just how much you mean to him, he's left wondering if there's a chance for something more. ✧ Content/Tags: Emotional vulnerability, Mentions of stress/burnout, Angst, Slow Burn, Vulnerability, Pining, Emotional Support, Confession ✧ WC: 1323 words // 7470 chars

Mikey was used to handling things alone.

Being the leader of Toman came with burdens that no one else could truly understand. The pressure of making decisions, keeping his friends safe, staying strong for everyone—it was a constant weight on his shoulders. Most days, he carried it without complaint, hiding his exhaustion behind that calm, almost childlike demeanor he was known for.

But there were days when it all became too much. Days like today, when even the smallest frustrations piled up until they became overwhelming, leaving him on the verge of snapping.

Mikey sat at the edge of the rundown rooftop, his legs dangling over the side as he stared blankly at the horizon. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the city, but he couldn’t bring himself to appreciate the beauty of it. His mind was racing, his heart heavy with unspoken thoughts.

It was one of those days.

He’d been distant with the gang, unusually quiet, and though his friends had noticed, none of them dared to ask what was wrong. They knew better than to pry when Mikey was in one of his moods. Only Draken had given him a look, that knowing expression that said he understood—but even he hadn’t tried to approach.

Mikey preferred it that way. He didn’t want to be asked how he was feeling. He didn’t want to explain. He just wanted… to escape.

And that’s where you came in.

You weren’t a member of Toman, not in the traditional sense, but you’d been around long enough to be considered part of the family. You were close to the core group, though you never really saw yourself as anyone particularly important. You were just… there. Someone who offered a kind smile, someone who listened, someone who brought a sense of normalcy to their otherwise chaotic lives.

Unbeknownst to you, that normalcy had become something Mikey craved more than he would ever admit.

You spotted him sitting alone on the rooftop when you went looking for him. The others had mentioned his unusual behavior today, and while they didn’t seem too worried, you couldn’t help but feel concerned. Something about his silence had struck you as different, more unsettling than usual.

“Mikey?”

Your voice was soft as you approached, not wanting to startle him. He didn’t turn to look at you, but his shoulders relaxed ever so slightly at the sound of your voice.

Without waiting for an invitation, you sat down beside him, careful to leave a little space between you. The cool breeze tugged at your hair, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

You glanced at him, noting the way his eyes were fixated on the horizon, distant and unfocused. “You okay?”

Mikey didn’t respond right away. He wasn’t sure how to explain what he was feeling—not even to himself. Instead, he shrugged, a small, almost imperceptible movement.

You weren’t surprised by his silence. He had always been a man of few words when it came to his emotions, and you’d long since learned that pushing him for answers wasn’t the way to go. So, you sat quietly beside him, your presence calm and steady.

After a few minutes, you sighed softly and leaned back, resting your hands behind you. “You know,” you began casually, your tone light, “sometimes I just come up here to watch the sunset when I’ve had a bad day. It’s kinda nice, isn’t it?”

Mikey’s gaze flickered to you for the first time since you’d arrived, his expression unreadable. He didn’t respond, but the tension in his posture eased just a little more.

You smiled, more to yourself than to him. “Yeah. It’s peaceful up here. Like nothing else matters.”

He remained quiet, but you didn’t mind. There was something about just sitting with him, even in silence, that felt… right. You didn’t need to fill the space with meaningless words. Sometimes, just being there was enough.

Minutes ticked by, and the sky shifted from orange to pink, then deep purple. The world around you seemed to grow quieter, and you found yourself relaxing more, the weight of the day lifting from your own shoulders.

Mikey, on the other hand, was watching you now. He didn’t know when it had happened, but at some point, your mere presence had become something he relied on. Something that grounded him when everything else felt like it was slipping through his fingers. You never asked for anything, never expected him to explain himself or act a certain way around you. You just… were. And that simple fact had become his lifeline.

He shifted slightly, moving closer to you, though he made sure not to draw attention to it. He didn’t want you to think too much of it—not yet, at least.

You turned your head, catching his movement, and smiled at him, though you didn’t comment on the fact that he was now sitting a little closer than before.

“Thanks,” he muttered suddenly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You blinked, surprised by the suddenness of his words. “For what?”

“For… this.” His eyes were still on the horizon, but his voice was softer than you’d ever heard it. “For just… being here.”

Your heart warmed at his words, but you shrugged it off, trying to keep things light. “Hey, that’s what friends are for, right?”

Friends. That word stung more than Mikey had expected it to. Was that all you thought you were? Just friends?

He didn’t respond, but the silence that followed was different this time—more charged, more significant. You felt it too, though you weren’t sure why. There was something in the way he was looking at you now, something in the air between you that made your pulse quicken.

Before you could say anything else, Mikey spoke again, his voice low and almost hesitant. “You don’t… even realize, do you?”

You frowned slightly, confused. “Realize what?”

“How much this means to me.” His gaze finally met yours, and the vulnerability in his eyes took your breath away. “How much you mean to me.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, you were at a loss for words. You had never seen Mikey like this—so open, so raw. It was like the walls he had spent so long building around himself were starting to crack, just enough for you to see what lay beneath.

“I…” You struggled to find the right words, unsure of how to respond.

Mikey sighed, his usual confident demeanor faltering as he ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know how to say this without sounding like an idiot, but… you’re the only one who can calm me down. When everything feels like it’s falling apart, you’re the only thing that keeps me from losing it.”

His confession hit you like a wave, and suddenly, everything made sense. The way he always seemed to seek you out, the way he relaxed whenever you were around. It wasn’t just coincidence. It was because you had become something more to him—something that went beyond friendship.

“I didn’t know…” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I didn’t know I meant that much to you.”

Mikey smiled, though it was small and a little sad. “Yeah, well… I didn’t realize it either, until now.”

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken feelings, and you weren’t sure what to say. Your heart was racing, your mind spinning, but one thing was clear: Mikey needed you, in a way that no one else did. And maybe, just maybe, you needed him too.

Slowly, you reached out, your hand brushing against his. “I’m here,” you said softly. “Whenever you need me.”

Mikey’s fingers curled around yours, his grip firm yet gentle. For the first time in what felt like forever, the weight on his shoulders lifted, just a little.

And for the first time, he allowed himself to hope—for something more, for something real.

[manjirosanosrealwife]

okay I'm a little obsessed with Mikey (Manjiro sano) so I thought I would give you guys the links to my favorite things I've read of him, some will be smut and some will be fluff, etc

fluff

-stealing his key's so he's late for a meeting

-Mikey with s/o who has adhd

-forgetting a goodbye kiss

-s/o that's out of his league

Smut

-to feel something

-finds a random stranger in his bed

-round two

-honorary whore (feat bonten)

-eating you out

(I might add more, because there's definitely more of my favourite fics to be added, especially yandere Mikey 🤭)

[miss-jaye]

sundress series

wherein these boys/men see you in a pretty sundress! <3

manjiro sano

chifuyu matsuno

izuku midoriya

shoto todoroki

shouta aizawa

katsuki bakugo

kento nanami

(and anyone else you would want me to write!)

requested: mirio togata neito monoma rindou haitani toji fushiguro ryomen sukuna ran haitani dabi (touya todoroki) hitoshi shinso

[rose-riot-johnson]

Hello Tumblr Peeps😁👍For those who remember the Tokyo Revengers poll about if I should write about Mikey or Draken when I do write a fanfic about a Tokyo Revengers character, considering Mikey has won this poll I'm mentioning about, he will be the 1st Tokyo Revengers character who I will be writing a fanfic due to him having the highest percentage in the poll I'm mentioning about😃👍

♦️Living With Your Boyfriend Mikey♦️((Adult) Manjiro Sano, aka, Mikey x Female Reader)

Genres: Fluff and Head Cannon(?)

*The first thing that happens when you were about to wake up is your boyfriend Mikey tickling you in your ticklish spot(s), if you were to have any ticklish spots and he knows about you having a ticklish spots. Considering he likes to pull pranks, he will also try get info, especially if he had to observant just find out about you having or not having to ticklish spots. Trying to escape in anyway, including with your fast reflexes, he will manage to stop you and tickle your ticklish spot(s) more, so the only way he will stop tickling you, if you don't (or stop) struggling, while he tickles you.

*Mikey also enjoys how you cook him food, however he will appreciate your cooking the most if you cook Taiyaki, or Dorayaki, or Omurice (and putting a flag on top of it) or all of them, because those are his most favorite food(s). However once he does finsh eating he will fall asleep. Surprisingly by the time you start on washing the dishes, Mikey somehow wakes up to help you with the dishes.

*While Mikey does get protective of you, despite of being more than fully aware of the fact you can handle yourself, he also is more than willing to teach you martial arts, especially karate, because of the fact that if you were harmed in anyway, he will beat the living crap out of them. He would hurt those who hurt you regardless, especially when you you learn martial arts from him. Mikey would definitely laugh, while covering his mouth when he finds out or sees you beat up someone while protecting yourself or him from that person's harassment and attempt attack. It's because Mikey would be proud of you for using the martial arts moves he taught you wheather it's in front of him or just hearing about it.

*When it comes to his gang members, his family, and his friends, Mikey cares deeply about them. He also cares deeply about you, just as well. While hearing his words telling you how much he cares about you isn't his only way to assure (or reassure you), he will also show you how much he cares about you through his actions and he will show you that he loves you very much.

*When it comes to going places with you, Mikey does enjoy going places with you. He even enjoys going to the park with you. While you were warned about any of his possible antics that he could pull on you, it's a big surprise he hasn't pulled any antics when you are around him, especially when you go in public with him. You were even surprised the first few times he was in public with you, there were no antics being pulled by Mikey, like you were warned about, especially about the moments that he pulled his antics on or around any of his close friends (or gang members he was close to).

*Mikey's favorite pass time is actually watching movies (especially if he's watching movies on Netflix and/or Hulu) with you. He will even share some snacks with you, while both you and Mikey watch a movie together. If he does accidentally fall asleep by the time the both of you finished watching any movies together, you would gently wake him up and ask him if he would like to go bed, which he would try to deny it at first, because he wanted to wait until you start to feel tired.

*When it comes to snuggling with Mikey before fall asleep, be warned that he will want to have you as his spoon, before the both you you tell eachother good night and that you love eachother. Also, if he does completely fall asleep before you do, he will keep holding you the way he has been holding you, while he's sleeping peacefully with you in his arms. So, you will have to wait for Mikey to wake up for him to let go of you.

♦️The End♦️

I hope you had as much fun reading the first Tokyo Revengers fanfic (which involved Mikey), as I did with writing it, my Tumblr Peeps😁👍I will admit I did about multiple characters in some multi character head cannon(?) fanfics (including shower fanfics needless to say😅) and I did write alot of paragraphs with writing multiple characters in those types of head cannon(?) fanfics, however when it comes to a head cannon(?) fanfic involving 1 individual character, I decided I really wanted to write more paragraphs for Mikey when it comes to (me) writing a Tokyo Revengers fanfic for the 1st time ever, involving Mikey for the 1st Tokyo Revengers fanfic writing, having a Tokyo Revengers fanfic being head cannon(?) fanfic, so when it comes to a character by himself, I think this is the most paragraphs I have written in a head cannon(?) fanfic. Anyways have a good day and/or night my Tumblr Peeps😁👍♦️🌞☀️🌕🌝

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Domestic fluff with Mikey

He is clingy. Kind of like a cat actually. He'll randomly crawl into your lap while you're reading/playing a game/on your phone/etc and demand attention

And you can't bring yourself to refuse him because then he'll have the saddest expression on his face. Like you just kicked a puppy 🥺

Speaking of sitting in your lap, that's his absolute favorite place to be. With his back pressed against your chest and his head resting against your shoulder. Your arms wrapped around his waist, just sitting together. Doesn't matter if you're doing anything else, as long as he can be in this spot he will be content

Looooves when you play with his hair. He lets you comb it for him, style it however you want, braid it, give him pigtails, whatever. Just the feeling of your hands in his hair feels soooo good

If you massage his scalp he might actually pass out. His body goes so limp and his brain feels like mush whenever you do that 🥴

Mikey's not like, a great cook but he would try to learn just so he could cook for you. He prefers cooking with you though

Hanging out in the kitchen and making dinner together, or watching you bake things if you're good at that. Baking him little treats and watching his eyes light up when he realizes that they're specifically for him

Even if he's not helping you cook/bake, you're still going to end up with a bit of a mess. Mikey strikes me as the kind of little shit that would put flour or chocolate or something on your nose, or just play with the ingredients because he needs to fidget with something

Or if you put some flour down on the counter so that dough wouldn't stick, he'd slap his hand on it and make a cloud of it fly everywhere, causing both of you to cough and become dusted with white powder 🙃

He enjoys doing things with you, but he's also content to just sit in silence with you. Each of you doing your own thing but still comforted by the other's presence

I think Mikey would really enjoy playing games with you. Video games, board games, or card games of any kind. He gets reeeeaalllyy competitive though...if he gets on a losing streak he'll yell about how dumb the rules are and pout until you comfort him 😅

He's incredibly happy if you get along with his family. He's equally as happy if you get along with the members of Toman

Knowing that you also care about the people that mean so much to him is enough to bring Mikey to tears. ESPECIALLY if you do things like remember their birthdays or pay attention to the things they like and dislike

Overall, Mikey's life is so much brighter with you in it. You've become too important to him, if anything ever happened to you he doesn't think he'd ever recover from that...

So he'll cherish every second spent with you 💛

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

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[inkykeiji]

character: sano ‘mikey’ manjirou warnings: no explicit smut but still 18+, daddy kink, fem!reader, possessive n obsessive mikey, clothes sharing + implied size difference words: 511

wrote this in a fever-induced delirium because i am currently stuck in bed and so bored and i can’t stop dreaming about mikey taking care of me waaah

okay but Daddy mikey would be so fucking stringent when you’re sick. 

Daddy mikey who frets and frenzies and fawns over you the moment you show even a hint of illness, a singular symptom, flitting around you with unsure hands—bony knuckles pressed to your forehead as he checks your temperature, slim fingers poking and prodding so gently as they tuck and then re-tuck you into a cocoon of blankets, calloused palms that cup your chin as he tilts a glass to your withered lips, praising you softly as you take a small sip of water (and then laughing at the way your face twists up oh-so-cutely, because it tastes like poison, Daddy, but you did it anyway for him, like the good girl you are). 

Daddy mikey who likes to play doctor when he takes time off from his bonten duties, who keeps meticulous, almost methodical notes on your progression of symptoms and your rapidly climbing fever, who presses cold fingertips into your pounding head and aching joints, melting a little beneath your mewls of relief.

Daddy mikey who takes away all of your electronics—your phone and your tablet and your laptop, the remote to his absurdly massive flatscreen television and your shiny new smart watch, and anything else you manage to get your cute little hands on—because you need to rest and you can’t recover if you’re busy playing around on your devices. 

but Daddy, you sulk, drawing out the nickname, gone sticky and stringy through a petulant pout, carved so deeply into your lips that it puckers your chin and warps your brow. i’m bored! 

good, he tells you, eyes hard but touch tender, brushing damp hair back from your throbbing temples. go to sleep, like a good girl. 

Daddy mikey who finally, finally gives into your incessant whines and whimpers for chocolate—just a few squares, Daddy, pretty pretty please?—who decides it won’t necessarily hurt, even if it is less than ideal; who knows he should say no, but reasons that you haven’t eaten anything else—refuse to eat anything else—and you’re in desperate need of some form of energy fuelling your body as it battles this infection. 

Daddy mikey who outfits you in his softest sweater and his comfiest sweatpants and himself in his second softest sweater and comfiest sweatpants, climbing into bed with you to curl his body around yours—arms wrapped around your own, legs twined at the ankles, almost protective in a sense, as if his physical presence alone will be enough to ward off the sickness—and holds you with just enough strength to make you feel safe, secure. gentle, even breaths lull you to sleep, the sweetest symphony as they harmonize with the hum of vibrations in his chest, your favourite song dancing on his tongue.

Daddy mikey who can say no when it really counts, but can’t deny his precious little princess the small pleasures of life, even when she’s bedridden and ill, even when it’s the ‘proper’ thing to do, especially when she’s bedridden and ill. 

[sqnos]

loser monologue.

manjiro sano x fem!reader (1.8k)

warnings: some explicit nsfw, angst + implied tr spoilers not proof read

a/n: this is soso bad im sorry im gonna post this and ghost this site forever </33 anyways this fic follows the lyrics of loser monologue by sign crushes motorist

i stare at your pictures for hours on end

dreaming, fantasizing about holding you

feeling my hands on your bare skin

just being with you



the numbing atmosphere wrapped around manjiro's body as he sat on the edge of his bed, moonlight illuminating his pale features while he reaches for a familiar portrait. the edges of the photo have weakened, growing flimsy as the structure had deteriorated over time. despite this, manjiro saw the picture the same every time, just like how he did when it was first printed out of shinichiro's old canon camera - one he had inherited after his brother's death.

as manjiro brought the picture closer into view, your familiar face welcomed his sight. the only light flinting onto your picture was from tokyo's street lights, captivating your features etched permanently onto the photograph. his impassive black eyes skimmed the back of the paper as he flipped it, reading the date while he vividly recalled the day.



june 18th, 2006

the former blonde had always thought you were stunning. in his eyes, no one compared to your beauty. he admired everything about you - the way you looked in the mirror to style your hair or the way the sunlight touched your skin and illuminated every feature. the imperfections you saw were only human to him, the blemishes and freckles that littered your skin, and the slight crease between your eyebrows that grew from the occasional scoldings he faced when he fought.

that particular day, you had been walking along the docks manjiro always visited. he carried with him a piece of taiyaki, stuffed with red bean paste that he generously munched on while you made your commute. as you sat on the concrete structures, you looked ahead and admired the gaze of the sun. the wind grazed your hair, blowing it back to reveal more of your face as you turned to manjiro with a slight smile - one he always adored to be blessed with.

the two of you spent hours along the water, admiring the beauty of your surroundings. for you, the surroundings were the way the sun paved light against the grass, the wind blowing against the stray flowers, and the occasional wildlife that passed by. for manjiro, his admiration was solely for you. it was discreet and you were far too enamored with nature to notice how he looked in your direction. hours of talking about school, what you wanted to do when you grew up, and how you planned to stay along each other's side the whole way. you didn't know it would never happen, but it wasn't your fault. sharing earbuds and listening to each other's favorite music while you passed jokes until sunset. he remembers taking the picture. the way the light flashed and your soft laughter could be heard ringing in his ears - only now it was a faint echo, something he wouldn't allow himself to experience again. he had shared some of his taiyaki with you, something he was adamant about keeping for himself despite your pleas. but there was one thing manjiro was entirely weak for - love. so, for you he allowed you to finish his beloved snack. he had taken the picture in the middle of you eating the treat, being graced with a slight scold of how it's 'impolite' to take a picture while you're eating. he couldn't care less, though. manjiro found himself smiling at the faint crumbs around your mouth and the close-mouthed smile that stretched your lips. 

when the cold nipped at your bare skin, manjiro made sure to encase his hand in yours as he led you to his bike. he'd drive you home, peaking over his shoulder occasionally to see how you took in the night of tokyo. the way your eyes gleamed, the way he could feel your grip around his waist tighten as you buried your head into his back with a giggle. 

god, you were so beautiful.

manjiro was too busy reliving the memory to notice the way his finger brushed against the photograph, caressing your cheek while he continued to get lost in his thoughts.



but i know it'll never happen

but i can't stop myself from fantasizing



the long black locks cascaded over manjiro's face as a sigh escaped his mouth. often times late at night, his mind would drift and he would think about what could've been if he never left. but he would never know because he could never go back. he can't help but wonder if you would love him how he is now. would you still hold him tightly like you would on your late motorcycle rides? would you still comb his hair back and style it when draken didn't have the time to? would you still look at him with those eyes - the ones he can't help but feel staring back at him even through the old memories.

"'jiro, sit still!" your muffled reprimands entered his mind once more.

"god, how does draken even deal with you sometimes?" you giggled under your breath, trying to hold the hair tie between your teeth while you split manjiro's blonde hair. he could feel your nail card through his strands, leaning into your touch as he retold the events of his dream from the previous night.

"it was the best! i could feel the wind against my skin when I was racing," he chuckled as he rocked back and forth. "someday, i'll be racing on the track professionally," he added, turning his head once he felt you tug his hair into a half-up. he could see the ghost of a smile flint on your lips as you spoke.

"does that mean i get to cheer you on from the sidelines?" you asked, tilting you head with a smile.

"only if you're still buying my weekly dorayaki," he teased, his dark eyes admiring your features while you brushed any loose strands away from his face. 

you rolled your eyes, taking his hand in yours while you guided him to stand up. "come on, you'll be late for school," you reminded him, the warmth from your hands providing a blank expression of surprise across the blonde's face as you let out a soft giggle.



you're so beautiful and funny

and anytime i see your picture or even hear your name, 

my stomach flips and i get butterflies

every word you say sends goosebumps over my body



loving him must've been easier in your head. as he sits in his room - thumbing at your photograph the way he had done so many times before - he recalls his last memory of you.

it was different this time. it was so real, even when he was just reliving the past. he would do anything to touch you and drag his hands across the expanse of your body, caressing your waist and holding your hand as he slowly fucked himself into you.

"doing so good f'me," he praised as he hovered above you, stroking the stray wisps of hair that stuck to your forehead from perspiration. he let out soft groans, feeling you clench around him as his thrusts grew strategically deeper. 

"always so pretty," he grunted, his onyx eyes peering into your own as tears welded on your lash line. your hands wandered manjiro's, hugging him closer to your chest as he continued fucking your cunt. goosebumps spread across his skin at your touch, one so gentle that he could only receive from you.

"m-manjiro," you whimpered, burying your head into the crevice of his neck as tears streamed down your flushed cheeks. it was desperate - the cries you wailed for him and the occasional whimper he'd let slip. you had waited so long for this moment; getting this close to him. "i'm gonna cum," the plea escaped your mouth, prompting manjiro's eyes to flicker on your glossy, abused lips. 

he grunted, shifting his eyesight away from your face as he buried himself deeper, "cum for me," he whispered, "wanna feel you come undone on my cock," 

his voice was entirely demanding but remained to carry an undertone of affection alongside it. this moment was perfect - the moonlight glistening upon your sweat-glazed bodies as occasional thuds of your bedframe roamed through the room.

you whined as your cunt constricted, clenching him tight to your walls as you felt your orgasm wash over you. desperate cries of his name fell from your lips, the feeling of him filling you up overtaking your senses.

manjiro slowly pulled out, his hands making haste to support your limp body as he guided you to lay on his chest. the heat spread satisfyingly throughout your body as you lay there alongside him, glossy eyes fluttering closed while feeling manjiro's thumb wipe away your leftover tears.

"i'll love you more than you'll ever know,"

it was the last night he ever shared with you. he knew his battle against the second generation of toman was tomorrow and he wanted nothing but you to keep you by his side. but it was wrong. it was selfish. he couldn't ridden you with his compulsive tendencies. every time he blacked out and saw more blood seeping through the wrinkles of his hands; he knew he was losing control, and he would lose you soon too.

he couldn't risk it. living with all he's lost and knowing you would just be another causality dealt with his own hands. the life you would live alongside him wasn't the one you dreamt of as children. it was violent, murderous, and dangerous. you deserved better, didn't you? 

he wants to go back. he misses you so badly - you were his comfort, his person. but it's gone now. the years of friendship - no, the years of something more that grew gradually between the two of you were wasted and thrown out. tossed to the back of the blonde's mind like nothing more than a bad dream. he'd atone for it soon, he just wasn't sure when. surely, this was the life he deserved, was it not? if he had, he couldn't guarantee the safety of you or anyone remotely close to him. so he sits in his million dollar penthouse alone. the darkness crowding the house as he sits there and stares at your photo, the one he had held so many times before but could never quite feel the warmth nor the comfort he sought. this weekly routine he followed, he was still holding onto everything he had.



i've tried for so long not to look at you

to not look at pictures of you

to cut off all contact with you

but i can't stop it

i can't stop how i feel

i don't know if i'll ever stop feeling this way

at least not for a long time

[ohmykiyo]

🪦 title ; trying to do their hair + tr boys genre ; fluff warnings ; lower case intended characters ; mikey, draken, baji, chifuyu, shinichiro 🗝️ jeilly's notes ; i was imagining a pouty baji while i do his hair and i cannot rn. reqs are open!

MIKEY nudges you with a comb with his other arm is extended outwards as he shows you the hair ties around his wrists.

"whaddya want, baby?" you ask, eyes leaving your phone.

he glares at your dismissive tone.

your eyebrows raise in confusion, still awaiting his reply.

"my hair." he grunts.

your facial expression is still one of a confused person, so you ask again. "what about it?"

he's groaning internally at this point, annoyed that you don't get the hint. "my hair, dumbass. do my hair."

"no need to be so rude." you mumble, sitting him between your legs as you begin to part his hair.

he sighs, laying onto your leg as your fingers thread through his soft blonde hair.

you giggle, "'m gonna put y're hair in pigtails."

his head immediately spins to face you, a scowl painted on his face.

you smile, pinching his cheek.

"y/n stopppp.." he complains, smooshing his cheek against your knee.

you roll your eyes, going back to combing through his soft locks. he doesn't know it yet, but you're still putting silly pigtails on his hair.

and he doesn't seem too inclined to complain as he immediately dozed off, head resting on her inner thigh as she ties rubberbands around a handful of hair she tugs gently on.

let's just say all of toman took several pictures of their gang leader, who looked more like a pretty princess rather than the "invincible mikey".

DRAKEN lays gently between your legs, eyes looking up at you sweetly.

you grin, hands instinctively coming up to caress his face. "need somethin', baby?"

he nods, looking at his hair which seems a little too messy for his liking.

"my hair.. could you do it for me?" he asks, a hint of carefulness in his tone.

you nod happily, doing his hair was your favorite past-time, and who were you to object when he asks you so sweetly?

fingers threading through his hair as she crosses one big strand of her over another, making a pretty braid in a matter of minutes.

draken's indulging in it all, the way your fingers scratch at his scalp gently, humming his favorite tune which almost pulls him to sleep.

you mumble a small "all done!" before moving a hand under his chin and the other on his cheek so he could look up at you.

"y're so pretty, ken." you beam, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

he grunts, moving his face to litter kisses all over your palm.

he sends you his infamous smirk before whispering a little "thank you, m'baby."

BAJI grunts loudly, trying to get your attention. "sweetheart, it'd be fuckin' nice if you could look at me for a moment."

you chuckle lightly, turning to face him with your pencil still in hand. you only witness how messy his long jet-black hair is when you finally turn back.

"baby.. your hair's a mess.." you whisper, trying desperately to hold in a hearty laugh.

"ya think i don't know that?" he groans, his hand running through his tangled hair.

you burst into a fit of giggles, getting up to move towards his figure. as you're now standing in front of him, his arm moves to wrap around your waist, securing your figure in front of his.

your hands move to push away the stray hairs from his face. "need me to comb y're bird nest right up here?"

you laugh, patting his head. he lets outs another series of complaints, talking about how "y're so mean" and you should "cut y're boyfriend some slack".

your lips twitch upward into a smile, grabbing a comb and finally running the comb gently through his black locks.

"happy now, love?" you ask, running your thumb over his cheek.

he nods, rolling his eyes in the process before pecking a little kiss to your waist. his own way of saying "thank you, baby".

CHIFUYU messes up his hair for the third time, while you watch him give in to his frustrations.

"somethin' wrong, 'suno?" you call out, eyes boring into the back of his head as he catches your eyes in the reflection of his bathroom mirror.

he grunts out short responses, "stupid fucking hair- can't cooperate f'shit."

you laugh, and chifuyu fights the urge to smile at the pretty sound.

you make your way into the bathroom, arms wrapping around his torso. "lemme help you, baby, you're struggling too hard."

your teasing remarks only makes him huff, his arms falling limply to his sides as he allows your fingers to get to work.

he smiles as you glide your fingers through his hair, styling it the way he prefers effortlessly.

"you're good at this.." he whispers, watching you work in awe.

you smile, "i know."

he pursed his lips, grumbling over your nonchalant reply.

he only thanks you with a kiss to your lips once you finish.

SHINICHIRO sighs into your chest after another long day at his shop.

you let out little laughs and giggles here and there which he dismisses until he notices the light tugging on his scalp.

he looks up at you, face contorted into a suspicious expression. "what're you doing...?"

you chuckle, telling him it's nothing and to go back to sleep.

his eyebrows raise in suspicion but he dismisses it either way.

the way your nails scratches his scalp and the way your fingers played around with his dark hair.

he's met with instant regret as he wakes up with bright pink rubberbands tying his hair up.

you laugh obnoxiously, taking in his disheveled figure as he stares into the mirror in disbelief.

he slaps himself internally, he should've known you were up to this.

he turns to face your laughing figure, his lips twitching upwards into a smile. he can't bring himself to be angry when you look so pretty laughing at him.

he'll let it slide.. just this once.