#ToMan

[linalieana]

Mikeys' typa boy who's down bad for a titjob cuz his cock is thick af

[baby-tini]

Sativa~

-Getting high with Manjiro⁶

Content Warnings- Smoking, Weed, Gang-Bang, Spit, Double Penetration, Degradation, Praise, Slapping, Oral, Anal, Choking, Hair-Pulling, Use of the word "Slut", Shot-Gunning, Throat-fucking, Facial, Finger-Sucking, Thigh-riding, Cunnilingus/Pussy-eating, Nipple-play, Tit-Slapping.

The air was cloudy, smoke rolling past your eyes, blurring your vision as you exhaled the smoke from your lungs, head tilted back against Manila!Mikeys left shoulder, your neck rolling, burying it into his neck with a sticky little whine. With heavy eyes rolled back, your hair is brushed away from your face, revealing blown pupils, the black swallowing the iris whole as your head leans into the cold fingers of Bonten!Mikey, long bony fingers pulling the strands away, ungluing them from sticky lips and wet cheeks. The cool touch of his fingers a welcome from the hot air and heat that continues to stick to your skin as you sat surrounded by every version of the man you loved. Manila!Mikey presses a sticky kiss to your cheek, spit smearing on the heated skin.

"You good, pretty baby? Can barley keep those pretty eyes open for us." It was raspy, whispered, you're not sure by who but it made your head tilt back, licking at your lips with a dry mouth- cotton mouth, you think one of them told you but you can't be too sure, especially with such a fog-filled brain at the moment, you gave a little 'mhm.'

Heavy eyes forcing themselves open only to meet the black, static ones of Yakuza!Mikeys. There was no pupil, or, maybe it was all pupil? Again, you're not entirely sure as you lifted yourself up with your hands, palms on the floor as your back straitened, in order to release some of the haziness from your head. Hands grabbing at the man in front of you, running your hands through long-ish blonde hair as you crawled to him, ass in the air as you pushed your face into his neck, he smelled like Versace; Eau Fraiche, you knew why he smelled like that, it failed to have your breath hitch and your eyes rolling back. Your hands ran down his chest as you buried your face in his chest, inhaling deeply, a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest as he ran a hand through your hair, the other popping your bra strap. It stung but your brain really couldn't register it with your head being yanked back by the same hand that was fisted in your hair only seconds ago.

"Nah ah, baby. Look at me." You did, hesitantly, you did with a little 'mphm'.

His obsidian eyes meeting your own, barely registering it before soft plump lips caught your own and there was a tongue shoved down your throat, pushing you back against the soft plush of the couch, your head rested over the arm rest, your hair strained under you. Your legs were hiked up as your pants were roughly pulled down, you swear you heard a tear when your panties were pulled down but before you could even comprehend, there was a head between your thighs and a tongue flicking over your clit and shoving itself deep in your already soaked pussy. Pushing itself through soft velvet as your hips bucked up, only to be held down with as a muffled "mm mm" left his mouth.

Your nails ripped at the cushion as you felt teeth sink into your thigh, bound to leave a nasty little mark the next morning. There was a new hand in your hand, calloused palm fisting the roots of your hair causing your eyes to stutter with a couple bleary blinks, Manila!Mikey stood in front of you, eyes leering down at you, eyes red and puffy from the weed as he squatted down and rested his lips near your ear.

"You gonna be good for me and take it deep down your throat, yeah?" He nodded your head for you, his fist tight around the roots of your hair as you continue too look up at him, mouth falling open for him.

There was a dark grin that split his lips as he stood back up, hand still in your hair as the other pulled his sweats down, grabbing at the base of his cock as drops of pre-cum slid down, falling over your lips, smearing them over the plump flesh with the head of his cock, he pushed the tip barley in your mouth before pulling it back out, rubbing it over your cheek, only pushing it deep in your throat when you whined at him, he liked too shut you up. With one hand placed on Manila!Mikeys thigh, the other dug itself into Yakuza!Mikeys hair, fisting at the blonde locks as your nails dug into his scalp, stomach tensing as you jerked your hips back, Yakuza!Mikeys tongue relentless against your clit as his hands ran up your thigh, rough hands moving over plush skin aimlessly before blunt nails dug into the skin, a little groan leaving his mouth as he leaned back, spitting on your clit before using the thumb on this right hand to rub tight circles into the blood-filled bud, leaning down and giving it a quick wet suck before diving back into your pussy, the hand that was previously on Manila!Mikeys thigh throws itself to bury itself into Yakuza!Mikeys hair, with the other one, pulling his face closer.

Your eyes roll back when Manila!Mikey leans over you, causing his cock to go deeper down your throat, his palms running over your, still, covered chest, giving your tits a squeeze before he roughly pulls your shirt up, pulling the thin cloth above your tits, hands squeezing at your braless chest, tugging at your nipples as he puts partial weight on your chest to fuck your throat loose, the sound of his balls hitting your nose meeting your ears along with his deep groans, his cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat as he pants over you, the spit from his tongue dripping onto your stomach and the the side of your waist, wetting the cushion under you. He continues too pull at your nipples, laying a couple harsh slaps to your tits making you whine and squirm. Yakuza!Mikey rubs a palm over your thigh, glaring up at him as he continues to suck at your clit, mixing your essence with his spit. Your hips buck against his mouth, stomach sucking in on itself as you cum, nails pulling at the blonde roots of his hair as you do, his fingers slipping inside your cunt as he leans his head back, finger-fucking you through your orgasm making you choke around the cock in your throat, the sweet release washing over you.

Before you can even think to whine about the overstimulation, Manila!Mikey cums down your throat, the hot, thick release filling your throat in spurts as he continues too fuck your throat through his own orgasm, pulling out of your throat with a groan and a couple of pants, he falls soft, moving and stepping back away from you as his head tilts back from the ecstasy. Your eyes watch him, the black strands of his undercut sticking to his face, your stay trained before you hear the sound of a belt buckle un-clasp and you're moved too sit on Yakuza!Mikeys lap, his cock standing at full attention as the couch dips behind you and you're lifted too sit on his cock, your head tilts back, eyes closing as he makes you take every inch, girth stretching you out as you cry out. There's a little kiss placed on your cheek as your eyes open, Racer!Mikey sitting on his knees behind you on the couch, his hand weaving through your hair as he bends you forward, allowing you to rest your head on Yakuza!Mikeys chest as Racer!Mikey pulls his black sweats down, jerking his cock a couple times as he slips a spit-covered finger in your ass, giving you a little "sorry" when you whine at the feeling.

Yakuza!Mikey presses a couple kisses to your cheek, running a thumb over your cheek to soothe you, allowing you a couple minutes to adjust to his finger before he slips another. Giving them a little mewl as Yakuza!Mikey reaches down and rubs at your clit as Racer!Mikey rubs a soothing hand down your back, running a hand through your hair, unknotting the strands for you. He continues too pump the two fingers inside you so you can take him as Yakuza!Mikey consoles you. Continuing to press little kisses to your head, as you bury your head in his chest. It's a minute before you feel him nudge the tip of his cock in your ass, you freeze up for a moment before you're hushed into consolation as he pushes the rest of his cock in your ass, Yakuza!Mikey continues to roll the bud between two fingers as Racer!Mikey bottoms out inside you. He gives you a minute- or two, you're not sure, your brain isn't really working correctly at the moment, you do know that it's another moment before you're lifted up so that your back lays against Racer!Mikeys chest and your head is tilted back against his shoulder, your hips rolling against them both, causing a unanimous groan between the three of you.

Yakuza!Mikey grabs your hips, bouncing you once, then twice before he lets you do it on your own, letting you guide the rhythm of, at first humping against them, before you start bouncing on their cocks, grinding your hips down, whimpering when your sensitive clit catches Yakuza!Mikeys pelvis, your hips speeding up as you bounce faster, Yakuza!Mikeys left-hand on your right hip as Racer!Mikeys right-hand sits on your other as they start bouncing you themselves. The pace faster then you expected as they work you in tandem, moving your hips down to grind against them, your clit continuously being stimulated as your moved back and forth as your head is pulled back, Manila!Mikey taking a hit from the still lit blunt as he pushes his lips against yours, forcing you too inhale the smoke before he pulls back and lets you blow it back in his face. He slips his fingers in your mouth, fucking your throat with them as he once did his cock.

"There you go, pretty girl, take that shit down your throat f'me, pretty little slut, yeah?" With a little whine from you, you nip at his fingers.

He grins down at you, taking another puff of the blunt as buries his hand in your hair, your body being bounced as he leans down blowing the smoke in your face, allowing you too bathe in the high feeling before he's pulling your head back and spitting on your tongue, with a "Swallow it," he backs off, pressing a final kiss to your lips before he sits with the others. Swallowing down the spit, you stick your tongue out at him and turn away, to focus back on the task at hand, continuing to bounce on the cocks inside you. You lean forward a bit, resting your palms flat against the blondes chest as you bounce your hips faster back against them both, you keep that rhythm up for a while, continuing the push and pull of your own hips, cumming a lot faster then last time from the constant stimulation and the oversensitivity, you're relentless though as you continue to move, the weed and overstimulation turning your already foggy brain basically into mush. Racer!Mikey cums right after you, the feeling of his abs clenching against your back as he leans forward to press kisses against your face a nice feeling, contrasting with the overstimulation and the ache in your thighs from the constant riding of their cocks.

The feeling of his cock filling your ass has you keening and has your hips jerking, nails digging into the blondes chest, triggering his orgasm, thick ropes of cum filling your cunt to the brim, so much that it starts to drip out of you even with his cock still inside your guts. They both pull out at, relatively, the same time, cumming dripping down, pouring out of you as your holes now clench around nothing and your pulled up by Manila!Mikey, Racer!Mikey sneaking in a quick kiss to your lips before you're led onto your knees, in between Kanto!Mikeys thighs, sat pretty on your knees as he peers down at you, dark eyes studying you like prey as he strokes his cock, rubbing it across your lips and tapping the tip against your lips, pre smearing on your cheek as he rubs it against the soft skin, pushing it down your throat as you gag, wrapping his hand around your throat as he guides your head back and forth from the hand around your throat. His pace is rough as he fucks your throat, your gags filling the air as the head of his cock continues to hit the back of your throat, the soft skin, hard in your throat as he squeezes his hand, flexing it around your throat. Lithe fingers circled around your neck, a power-play move you know this version of your lover has always been into, letting you know who's in charge.

The harsh pace and gagging last for a bit before he pulls out of your throat and jerks his cock in your face, hand still tight around your throat as you open your mouth, wet little tongue stuck out for him as spit drips down your chin, his cum sprays on your tongue, most of it getting on your cheeks and chin, on purpose you think, more of a owner-ship thing but you don't complain. He leans over you, spitting in your mouth before sucking it off your tongue and spitting a mix of his and your own saliva back on your tongue. A quick kiss to your lips and then you're led away by Toman!Mikey towards Bonten!Mikey who sits patiently on the couch, eyes heavy with dark bags, contrasting against sick pale skin. You're sat on his clothed thigh as Toman!Mikey sits next to him, arm slung over the couch, you swallow down the mix of spit in your mouth before you lean forward and press a quick kiss to both of their lips as you move your cum-filled wet pussy against Bonten!Mikeys clothed thigh, the mix of cum instantly staining the black pants he's wearing, the fabric almost instantly clinging to your pussy as you hump his thigh, you're quickly moved further up so that you're pussy is sitting atop his clothed bulge, continuing your needy fucking, clit catching the rough fabric, you use your left hand to undo Toman!Mikeys belt.

Leaning over to take Toman!Mikeys cock down your throat you continue to hump against Bonten!Mikeys cock, quickly stuffing your throat with what you can, you jerk off what you can't fit in your mouth as he buries his hand in your hair, Bonten!Mikeys hand situated on your right thigh as his hips buck up into you, causing you too whine around the cock down your throat. Your hips move quickly against the bulge before you quickly grow tired of being empty and you lift your hips to pull the white-haired mans cock out, quickly slipping down on it as his head tilts back, eyes closing at the feeling of your warm pussy enveloping his cock. Your eyes water slightly from the cock being shoved down your throat, your hand fisting the base of the cock in your mouth as you continue to bounce on Bonten!Mikeys cock, pulling back to spit on Toman!Mikeys cock before you shove it back down your throat, eagerly sucking at the head of his cock as you feel pre-cum slide down your throat, Bonten!Mikeys cock fucking up into you, the head hitting that soft little spot in your pussy as you milk them both dry, relentlessly sucking the cock in your mouth as you feel the spirts of cum fill your mouth then your pussy, continuing too bounce and suck at the cocks, you fuck and jerk them through their orgasms before you pull back and swallow, panting slightly as you let your body relax against Bonten!Mikeys chest.

Your head is tilted back by Yakuza!Mikey only seconds later as dark coal eyes starring you down as he presses a soft kiss to your spit-soaked lips with a mutter of, "You did so good for us, princess, I'm proud of you, time for a bath, pretty eyes."

[torasplanet]

been thinking a lot about frat!toman and being their sweetheart. i have many ideas but the one stuck on me is when they all just can't get enough of you! they all share but it's getting to a point where they're damn near ready to go through a barbaric war for you.

mikey, the frat prez, would treat you like an absolute princess like the most of them but with him you really are. he can do what he wants and say what he wants meaning you get whatever you want but he doesn't particularly enjoy it when you get mouthy. nobody else does either.

the only one who really seems to like it is nahoya, it really gets him going when you tell everyone how it is and make demands. what else gets him going is when he gets you to shut all that shit up. it's funny to him almost. you get a little bit of dick and everything you tried to stand on matters much less than before, in fact you've forgotten about it.

mitsuya is such a sweetheart when it comes to the frat sweetheart. he treats you like fine china, of course he has his moments but he's nowhere as rough as some of the others can be...he's your favorite, for a reason.

draken is also a nice one but don't get him wrong, he's very quick to snap you back into place if you're being too much of a...brat, he'd say. he's also king of casual dominance. he's sort of a mitsuya mixed with a baji. he'll always make sure you're okay while he's treating you and whatever you call that nasty thing between your thighs like nothing but a cumdump.

speaking of him, baji is such a tease. he's mean, to say the least. he likes to show you off, he's not scared of people knowing about the situation going on the frat. in his words, most people already think frat sweethearts get fucked like you. he can be nice, he's a gentleman of course but most of the time, he is such a meanie !!

however, this doesn't make him the meanest. chifuyu, whether you believe it or not, can be pretty fucking mean. he's such a sweetie, he loves you and adores you yet when you get him upset, he's torturing your poor clit for hours to the point you wish that nahoya was the one pissed off !! don't even get me started on how filthy his mouth will get...

kazutora is the real sweetheart though, him and souya both. kazutora is always so gentle with you, he takes you out on dates and treats you before he even thinks about getting between your legs. speaking of, he is a real eater !! he can cum just from eating you out and then he's satisfied for the day. but with the way he likes to cum, you'll be getting eaten out until kazutora has to get rid of his pants because of how much he stained them.

souya by far has to be the best gentleman. he waited so long to fuck you, he knew you were sore from the recent relationships in the frat and he wanted you to really feel him and everything he has to offer. he still does the same. he refuses to fuck you if someone else already had soon before him, the most he'll do is foreplay and enough to make you cum untouched. he hates seeing your pretty pussy all spoiled with someone else's cum!! all he wants is to stare at how his cum is so sheer spread all over your thighs and cunt.

but what they all fight about is who gets to do your aftercare and taking you out. as much as they love seeing you all fucked out, they love seeing that sweet smile when they give you a surprise date. the toman frat boys simply adore you !!

©torasplanet .ᐟ reblogs and likes are very appreciated! pls do not repost!!

[yanyandam]

hey it's me again! i hope you're having a great day. im so thankful for the last time youve granted my request (bonten comforting) i felt energized after reading that! that scenarios would be my go to read whenever im feeling exhausted. thank you sm! last time i commented under your haitani bros bf hcs that i love how you characterize those two, esp. rindou-it was written beautifully. so i was thinking if i can request a short fic of rindou (final timeline toman!rindou) where he's a tsundere or in denial of his feelings to a girl who obviously likes him. the girl would do silly things to make rindou notice her but he's just 'nah' outside but panicking inside hehe. and one day the girl thought that rindou didnt like her so she'd just stop but toman or ran will help her to make rindou admit his feelings. (im so sorry that this is long, and i hope i dont sound so demanding. you can always take your time and thank you if you ever granted my request <3 i love reading your works, it makes me forget about bad things. take care always!)

YOYO im so glad u enjoyed the hcs! Ty for the support and sorreyy for the long wait: here, did my best, hope it fits your expercations and sorry for not really insisting on the 'toman' aspect lmaoo

SCARFACE - Rindou Haitani

It was during a party, because that’s where most stories with Rindou Haitani began.

The bass was heavy, pulsing low through the floorboards like a second heartbeat. The room swam in dim neon light and perfume. Rindou leaned against a wall, fingers loose around a half-empty glass, the edge of a smirk playing on his lips. His thoughts were fuzzy, blurred by alcohol and smoke and the thick buzz of a room full of strangers pretending to love each other. That’s when she showed up. She stopped right in front of him, eyes flicking up and down like she was sizing up a painting she didn’t quite like.

"Funny haircut," she said casually, sipping from her glass.

Rindou’s brows drew together despite the haze in his head. “You got a problem?”

She shrugged. “Didn’t say bad. I said funny. There’s a difference.”

He tilted his head, the corner of his lip twitching in amusement, or maybe confusion. “Same thing if you squint.”

“Only if you’re insecure,” she shot back, deadpan.

For a second, Rindou didn’t reply. His brain tried to do the math: comeback? flirt? threat? But all it managed was: pretty girl, sharp tongue. “What’s your deal?” he muttered, standing a little straighter, suddenly more awake.

“Just passing through,” she said, her eyes already drifting past him like he was background noise. “You?”

Rindou decided to turn up the charm. Or at least, what he thought was charm when the room was spinning. He ran a hand through his hair and gave his best lazy smirk. “I’m kinda in the music scene,” he said, stretching the truth like it was gum.

Her eyes narrowed, unimpressed. “You look more like a delinquent.”

He raised a brow, more amused than offended. “One doesn’t cancel out the other.”

“Sure,” she said, tone flat. “And I’m a ballerina-neurosurgeon.”

He chuckled, despite himself. “Alright, alright. Don’t believe me, then. Want proof?”

She blinked once, slow. “Actually, no. I was just killing time.” Then she glanced at her phone and gave a short nod to no one in particular. “My friends are getting bored. We’re ditching.”

Rindou straightened, a flicker of something restless in his chest. “Wait—at least give me your number.”

She tilted her head like she was thinking. Then smiled. A little too sweet.  

And just like that, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the crowd, hips swaying to a beat that had nothing to do with the music. Rindou stood there for a long moment, drink still in hand, the lights too bright now and the noise suddenly irritating. He wasn’t used to being left hanging. Not like this. He didn’t even know her name. And that annoyed him more than it should’ve. “She was cute though…” he muttered, running a hand down his face. “What the fuck just happened?” He didn’t get it.

—

He spotted her just as he was about to step out of the building where the Toman meeting had just ended. There, across the street like it was nothing, her. The girl from the party. The one who had casually shut him down, drink in hand, attitude sharp as a blade. Her.

Rindou froze for a second. She was standing there, scrolling through her phone with big headphones slung around her neck, her brows slightly furrowed. And, yeah, she looked even better in the daylight. That was definitely a problem.

Behind him, Ran was rambling. “Seriously, Mikey’s so damn annoying—he’s like the size of my thumb and still acts like—”

“Hold up, bro. I gotta handle something,” Rindou cut in, already heading down the sidewalk.

Ran blinked. “Man, short dudes really get bold sometimes.”

Rindou ignored him. He shoved his hands in his pockets and crossed the street like it was no big deal, trying to keep his face neutral while his mind spun. What the hell am I gonna say? She looks even better in the afternoon. Maybe I should act like this is some random coincidence? Play the bad boy. Cool. Distant.  He stopped a few feet away from her. She still hadn’t noticed him. Okay. Just play it cool. Let her come to you.

“Do you always hang out around here, or is the universe just messing with me?” he said, voice casual but pointed.

She looked up, surprised at first. Then that familiar smirk spread slowly across her lips. “Oh hey. The guy with the ‘funny but not ugly’ haircut.”

He rolled his eyes like he was already tired of her. “See, I figured I’d give you another chance to give me your number. I’m generous like that.”

She laughed, genuinely, brightly. “Did you practice that line while crossing the street?”

“…No.” (Yes.)

She stepped a little closer, her eyes locked on his. “You know, Rindou…yeah, that’s your name, right? You’ve got a weird way of flirting. You act all uninterested, but I can see it in your eyes. You’re clearly thrown off by–”

“You look like a side character.”

“And you look like the villain everyone falls for in season two.”

“I’m not a fucking drama character.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You kinda are. But in a charming, ‘he’ll break your heart but he’s got reasons’ way.”

“Stop talking bullshit,” he muttered, but he didn’t walk away. If anything, he was leaning in closer.

She leaned her back against the wall and gave him a soft, playful smile. “So if I offered to buy you a drink, would you run away? Or admit you’ve been hoping I’d ask since the moment you saw me?”

He clicked his tongue, ran a hand through his hair. “If you’re that desperate.”

She laughed again, pulling off her headphones and taking a step closer. “Perfect. Because I am.”

And Rindou, the “bad boy” who swore he wasn’t phased by anyone, felt something warm and stupid flicker right beneath his ribs. That crooked little smile of hers. Yeah. He was already in trouble.

They ended up at a dim little bar tucked into the back of a narrow alley, the kind of place that didn’t ask for IDs and had its own brand of dusty charm. Rindou had chosen it on impulse. Or maybe out of habit. It wasn’t exactly romantic, but the lighting was low, and the music was mellow, and she looked good under the flicker of neon. Too good.

They sat across from each other in a small booth, one cracked vinyl seat between them and a table that smelled faintly of cheap rum and something citrusy. He sipped his drink slowly and she raised an eyebrow the moment he did. “Oh? Drinking again already?” she teased, swirling her own drink. “You sure you’re not trying to impress me?”

Rindou shot her a flat look. “You think I need alcohol to deal with you?”

She grinned. “No. I think you need it to survive your own awkwardness.”

Still, his fingers tightened a little around the glass. He didn’t like how she saw through him so easily. Most people didn’t. Most people saw the cold stare, the tattoos, the sharp lines and stayed away. But she walked in like she owned the inside of his head. “I’m just saying,” she continued, sipping her drink with a mischievous glint in her eye, “you act so tough, but here you are: coming to a bar with a girl you barely know. What’s next, Rindou? Candlelight dinners? Long walks in the rain?”

He scoffed, glancing away to hide the fact that she’d gotten to him. Again. “You’re doing a lot of talking for someone who doesn’t even know what I like.”

“Well then, enlighten me,” she leaned forward, elbows on the table, chin propped in her palm. “What does the mysterious Rindou Haitani like? Besides judging people and brooding.”

“I don’t brood,” he said too quickly.

She smiled wide. “You literally just sighed into your drink like a washed-up poet.”

He took another sip. He needed it. Meanwhile, her smile faded a little, just for a second. She watched him with quieter eyes now, thoughtful ones. The teasing was still there, but buried under something else, something like doubt. Or curiosity. Maybe even exhaustion. Was she really this desperate?

The thought hit her in the silence that followed. He was cute, sure. Dangerous in that detached, probably-bad-for-you way. But she barely knew him. She didn’t know if he was just messing around, or if this was some twisted game he was playing. Hell, maybe she was the one playing herself. Falling too fast, too easily. Again. “I’m not that complicated,” she said, a little softer this time, eyes drifting to her glass. “But you… I can’t tell what you want.”

Rindou looked at her, really looked. His eyes narrowed, his mind already spiraling again. What do you want? he thought. What are you playing at? You flirt like it’s a language, but what are you really saying? He imagined breaking into her head and rummaging through it like a library of answers. Pulling out the books and reading every chapter. Not to expose her, but just to understand.

Because right now? He didn’t. And he hated that. “You don’t need to know what I want,” he muttered.

She blinked. “That’s convenient.”

He leaned back, his expression unreadable. “Some things are better when you figure them out slowly.”

She raised an eyebrow, considering. “You say that like you’re not the most impatient person I’ve ever met.”

He looked down at his glass, then back at her. “Only when it’s worth it.” There was a pause. Then she laughed, quiet and uncertain. “Well damn… that almost sounded romantic.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Sure it wasn’t.”

And yet neither of them looked away.

She twirled her straw between her fingers, then looked up at him again with that same crooked smile, half amusement, half resignation. "You didn’t even ask for my name, you know."

Rindou blinked. "Huh?"

She tilted her head, voice lilting. “We’ve met twice now. You brought me here. You’re drinking in front of me. But you still don’t know who I am.”

“…That’s not true.”

“Oh yeah? What’s my name then?”

Rindou hesitated for just a second too long, and it made her grin grow sharp. “Exactly,” she said, standing up, brushing nonexistent lint from her skirt. The scraping of the chair on the floor felt louder than the music for a moment. She leaned slightly forward, close enough for him to catch a trace of whatever perfume she’d worn, it wasn’t sweet, but strange and warm, like spice and mystery.

"It’s (name)," she said, voice steady, like she was signing a forgotten letter. “Since you clearly weren’t planning on asking.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing coherent came out. She was already slipping on her jacket. “Fine, gotta go,” she said, just like she had at the party. No explanation. No glance back.

And just like that, she was gone. Rindou sat frozen for a second, his drink halfway to his mouth, hand paused mid-motion. The words still hung in the air. 

It hit different now, knowing it. She was just outside the bar now, sitting alone on a low brick wall, scrolling through her phone, head tilted slightly down. Her face was lit up by the bluish glow of the screen, expression unreadable.

She didn’t seem upset. Just distant. Calm. A quiet that made Rindou feel weirdly loud inside. And maybe that’s what scared him the most, how she always slipped away before he even realized she was going. How she knew how to vanish even while sitting in plain sight.

He watched her from behind the glass for a second, completely still. Then he muttered to himself. “Fuck.” Because he didn’t want her to go. But she already had.

–

Rindou had always won because he had to. Lived like he could die any second. Spent money like it rained from the sky. But love? He never lived that like it rained. And lately, it had been nothing but drought. Bone-dry desert, with not a single damn cloud in sight.

The last time he saw her, it was at that tiny record store with the cracked windows and faded posters of bands half the city had forgotten. He hadn’t planned on being there. Walked in just to kill time.  But then she was there, standing by the jazz section like she owned the damn place. She didn’t notice him at first. She was flipping through vinyls, head tilted, lips moving ever so slightly as she read the back covers like a prayer. That weird habit of hers. Like music spoke to her in ways people couldn’t. Then she looked up. “Rindou?” she asked, surprised, as if she were seeing a ghost.

He raised his chin slightly, playing cool. “Yo.”

She blinked, then smiled lightly. “Still into sad trap beats and aggressive techno?”

He scoffed. “That what you think of me?”

She turned toward another crate, casually digging through it. “No. I think you like…this..!”

He froze. She didn’t look at him when she said it. She just pulled out A record, held it up, then handed it to him. The cover was soft and nostalgic, hazy pastels and melancholy. It was too accurate. Way too accurate. He took it without saying a word.

“Thought so,” she said quietly.

He tossed the vinyl into his other hand. “It’s alright.”

“You’re lying.”

He gave a half-shrug, the one that was supposed to say whatever, but in his chest something cracked a little. She looked at him now, really looked, eyebrows drawing together. “You always do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act like nothing touches you. Like nothing matters.” Her voice was low now, not angry, but not soft either. “Even when I know you’re… burning inside.”

Rindou’s jaw flexed. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Her eyes dropped for a second, then she put her hands in the pockets of her oversized coat. “You’re right,” she said. “I probably don’t.”

He didn’t know what to say to that.

“Anyway,” she added, backing away now, eyes dimmer than before, “guess it was a mistake to think I did.”

“Hey—”

But she was already near the door. “You can keep the record,” she said, not turning around.

And then she was gone. Just like every time before. Only this time, it hurt more. Because she got it right. And he still let her walk away.

She walked fast, hands buried in her coat pockets, the record store already behind her like a bad memory. Her heart was still pounding, though she couldn’t tell if it was from frustration or… something else entirely.

Then— "Well, well, well..." (oh this was corny)

She froze mid-step.

Ran Haitani. Leaning against a lamppost like it was placed there just for him, one brow cocked, his smirk as polished as his rings. “Didn’t expect to see you walking out of that sad little vinyl graveyard.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Do you just materialize out of nowhere to be annoying?”

Ran tilted his head with that same easy, lazy elegance. “Only when the universe tells me something interesting’s going on.”

She huffed and kept walking, but of course, he walked beside her like they were co-stars in some old noir film.

“Second time I catch you with my little brother,” he said, tone laced with amusement. “You sure you’re not trying to get into the Haitani family?”

She stopped and glared. “Excuse me?”

Ran smiled wider, then casually reached into his coat for a lollipop and unwrapped it, popping it into his mouth like this was a stroll through the park and not her real life unraveling. “Relax. Just pointing out patterns. First the party, now the record shop. That’s not nothing.”

“That’s a coincidence.”

“Mmhm.” He sucked the lollipop thoughtfully, then leaned in slightly. “Rindou’s a tough shell to crack, I’ll give you that. But you know what his problem is?”

She crossed her arms. “Please. Enlighten me.”

Ran leaned back, tapping the candy against his teeth. “He doesn’t know what to do with someone who’s real. He gets scared. So he acts like he doesn’t care until he’s drowning in it.”

She paused. That hit too close.

“Wanna know how to get to him?” he asked, eyes gleaming.

“No,” she said flatly. “Not if it’s coming from you.”

He chuckled. “Too late. You want Rindou to show up? Stop showing up.”

She blinked. “What?”

“Pull back. Go ghost. Give him that beautiful silence that drives a man nuts. Nothing spooks him like realizing he actually misses someone.”

She stared at him, unconvinced. “That’s manipulative.”

Ran shrugged with a grin. “That’s men.”

“I’m not playing games.”

“Then you’ll lose.”

She rolled her eyes and turned to walk away again, and he called after her: “Or… you can just keep doing what you’re doing. Look pissed, walk fast, leave him guessing. That also works.”

She didn’t answer. Just kept walking, her steps a little heavier this time.

Ran watched her go, twirling the now-finished lollipop stick between his fingers, muttering to himself with a smirk: “Rindou, you idiot. She’s gonna eat you alive.” And deep down, he kind of hoped she would.

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The rooftop of the Haitani apartment complex smelled like rusted metal and faint cigarette smoke. Rindou leaned against the railing, hoodie pulled over his head, staring blankly at the skyline. The sun was setting behind Tokyo’s buildings, all gold and fire, but he wasn’t seeing any of it. Ran pushed open the door with his usual dramatic flair, holding beer. He tossed one at Rindou, who caught it with barely a glance.

“Y’been brooding here for an hour. Not even checking your phone,” Ran said, cracking open his can and taking a sip. “Should I call the cops or just assume heartbreak?”

Rindou rolled his eyes. “Don’t start.”

Ran took a seat on the ledge like it was a damn throne, legs crossed, smugness oozing. “So. The girl.”

“No girl,” Rindou muttered, eyes fixed on the horizon.

“Liar.”

Rindou stayed quiet. That was his thing. Silence. Indifference. Ice. But Ran could read the cracks better than anyone. The way his jaw clenched. The way his fingers twitched like he wanted to hit or hold something, maybe both. “I saw her earlier,” Ran said casually. “Looked real mad. Pretty as hell though. That angry beauty type. Dangerous.” Rindou didn’t react. But his shoulders stiffened. That was enough.

Ran smirked. “You let her walk away again, huh?” Still no answer.

“Damn,” he continued, “y'know, for someone who used to throw hands at guys twice your size, you're weirdly afraid of a girl who flirts better than you do.”

“I’m not afraid of her,” Rindou snapped.

“Then why you act like she’s holding a bomb every time she talks to you?”

Rindou turned his head slowly. “Because she is.”

Ran blinked.

“She’s got this… thing. I dunno,” Rindou muttered, eyes darting away. “It’s like, when she looks at me, I don’t know if she wants to kiss me or kill me. She talks like everything’s a game, like she’s just passing through and I’m some random side quest.” He looked down at the can in his hand, shaking it slightly. “And when she walks away, it’s like—fuck, I feel like I got sucker-punched.”

Ran let out a low whistle. “So, you do like her.”

Rindou glared. “I didn’t say that.”

“You just described heartbreak poetry like you’re in a shojo manga, bro.” A pause.

“Shut up,” Rindou muttered, but there was no heat behind it.

Ran grinned. “Well, damn. The Ice Prince has fallen.” Oh damn Ran what are those lines.

Rindou let out a bitter laugh. “I can’t do anything right. When I talk to her, I feel like I’m trying to solve a riddle I wasn’t meant to get.”

Ran shrugged. “That’s how you know it’s real. If it was easy, you’d be bored already.” Another long pause. Rindou cracked open his can, took a sip, then murmured:

“…I think I’m in love with her.”

Ran stood up, brushing off his pants. “Took you long enough.”

And as he turned to go back downstairs, he added with a smirk, “Now grow a pair and tell her before she finds a guy with a working vocabulary and balls.”

Rindou didn’t respond. But for the first time that day, he smiled.

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It was outside the same damn record store.

Rindou wasn’t even sure if it was fate or masochism at this point, but she was there again, leaning against the wall, earbuds in, arms crossed, that face like she was plotting a revolution in silence. Her foot tapped slightly to whatever beat she was listening to. She looked mad.

No, she was mad. At him.

Rindou stood frozen across the street for a second, the bouquet sweating in his palm through the plastic. It wasn’t even that nice of a bouquet. Last minute. He asked the lady at the stall what looked “apologetic but not pathetic.” She’d laughed and handed him this mix of lilacs, carnations, and eucalyptus. Said it smelled like honesty. Whatever that meant. He walked over, slow and casual like his heart wasn’t doing parkour in his chest. She looked up as he approached, then rolled her eyes.

“Well, if it isn’t Tokyo’s favorite emotionally unavailable delinquent.”

He flinched. “Yo.”

She yanked one earbud out. “What? You here to ignore me in person again?”

“Look—”

“Nah, actually, don’t start. I’ve had a long week and I don’t wanna hear another cryptic ‘I dunno’ or see you vanish like Houdini after dropping one word replies.”

“I brought you something.”

That shut her up. Rindou held out the bouquet like it might explode. “Here.”

She stared. “What is this?”

“…Flowers?”

“No shit.” She blinked, arms still crossed. “For?”

“You.” His voice cracked slightly. He cleared his throat. “Obviously.”

She didn’t take them right away. Just narrowed her eyes.

“You owe someone an apology?”

“No, I—” He exhaled hard. His hand was still extended and this was starting to feel really fucking dumb. “I like you, alright?”

Silence.

“I don’t know how to do the smooth shit,” he continued, voice gaining momentum like a train about to derail. “You piss me off and confuse me and I think about you when I’m trying not to. And I tried ignoring it but I can’t. You’re in my head all the damn time. And I get it if you don’t feel the same, I probably ruined everything already—”

She plucked the flowers from his hands.

He stopped. She held them up, sniffed them slightly, then looked at him like he was a glitch in the matrix. “You said you liked me?”

He scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

“…You realize I’ve been flirting with you for weeks, right?”

“I thought that was just your personality,” he mumbled.

She burst out laughing. Loud, unexpected. “Haitani, you are the dumbest romantic I’ve ever met.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets, face redder than he’d like to admit. “So… that’s not a no?”

She stepped a little closer, flowers still in hand. “It’s not a no.”

Then, with a sly grin:

“But you owe me a real date. And an explanation why it took a whole brother-shaped intervention to get here.”

Rindou blinked. “Wait. You talked to Ran?”

She shrugged. “Didn’t need to. His smug face said it all.”

He had managed to get inside her brain without fright. And for the first time in a long while, Rindou laughed, too. Awkward. Rough around the edges.

But honest.

Just like the flowers.

[miniimight]

❝ I LIKE YOU... / I KNOW. ❞ your confession doesn't shock 'em one bit

with mikey, ran, rindou + very nervous!reader (toman timeline)

notes just a wholesome confession scene lol mikey's just as much as a nervous idiot as you are, ran is ... ran, and rindou is also an idiot . also i promise im working on requests i have like seven to work through sobs

it's not like it was hard.

he always felt your eyes on him: passing you in a hallway, in class (which he barely attended, but found himself showing up just to watch you suffer), randomly bumping into each other while out with friends... at first, he didn't care. he had a lot of attention going for him and he thought of you as another drop in the bucket.

but then he found himself paying attention to you.

when you weren't not-so-secretly pining over him, you were looking out the classroom window, a peaceful expression on your face that told him that you were about to fall asleep. or maybe you were with your friends, smiling widely as you exchanged snacks. or maybe you were giggling, your face on fire as your friends helped you craft some kind of candygram.

whatever he caught you doing, he found it endearing. and he couldn't escape it. but for reputation's sake, he tried to hide his adoration and amusement underneath his tough guy exterior. that quickly broke when you finally approached him.

your friends peeking from the hallway behind you both, you gently tapped his arm and your heart almost stopped functioning from nerves.

he cast an uninterested look over his shoulder, eyebrows raised. it was you. "hm?" internally, he was intrigued; he never thought you'd actually come up to him.

"i, uh..." you bit your lip, trying to shock yourself into calming down, but your heart still echoed in your chest.

"did you need something?"

"i'm sorry!" you exclaim suddenly, squeezing your eyes shut as you thrust the snack into his hand. "i like you!"

MIKEY

mikey's heart skipped a beat. "i know."

"uhm..." you whined softly, your body on fire. this was so embarrassing. "okay, bye!" you quickly spun around, hoping that he'd forget it the moment you disappeared around the corridor. he knew?! he KNEW? the fuck did that mean?? WHY DID YOU LEAVE SO FAST?

"wait," mikey's hand gripped your wrist. you squeaked and tried to pull away, but that only caused you to drift closer to him. his own face was dusted pink. "thanks for the snack."

you cast your eyes to the ground. "yeah, i know you're always eating it, so..."

mikey smiled, his grip softening into a delicate hold. he would never dream of giving up a chance to be with the one he'd been yearning for ever since he noticed your starry eyes on him. "wanna ride around with me?"

your eyes lit up and you sent a excited look to your friends. turning back to him as you both walked to his bike, you nervously asked, "so, you said you knew?" you asked, dreading the answer.

mikey smirked, his eyes lidded as he teased you. "yeah, s'not like you were good at hiding it."

"ugh, seriously?" you cringed, hiding your face in your hands. mikey's chuckle brought your eyes to peek over your fingers.

"it's okay, it was... cute." his voice grew quieter, like he was a little embarrassed to admit it.

you blinked at him before you truly processed his words, your heart bursting. "what?!"

mikey looked everywhere except you. "you—you heard what i said! just—come on." he grabbed your hand and ran over to his bike. his hand gripped the top of your head and you were so confused until he pulled a helmet out and slotted it over you. he clasped the buckle under your chin.

he stared at you for a moment before smiling with adoration. your face felt warm as butterflies filled your stomach.

"heh." he giggled, holding the sides of the helmet so that you couldn't hide your face from him. "cute."

as time went on, mikey wasn't so bashful when expressing his love for you.

RAN

he grinned. "ohhhh, i know." he dragged out his triumphant proclamation. "i know."

your face burned and you didn't know what to say to that. so, you bailed. "uh... okay? see you around!" you quickly turned. he knew? why'd he have to say it like that?

it took a moment to realize he was following you.

"so, where are we going?" he asked, tossing the snack package up in the air and catching it. "s'okay if it's far, i got a ride."

you stopped dead in your tracks, bewildered. "what?"

he cocked his head to the side, a calm smile on his face. "aren't we going out?"

you nearly screamed at the suggestion, not expecting this from him at all. "i—no??" you shoved your face into your hands. "i don't know!"

he laughed, captivated by how flustered you were. ran was a guy who liked to sweet talk and see his effect on others, and your reactions were just too good. "come on, i know you've been wanting some time alone with me for a while. you're not so secretive."

you groan and shy away from him. peeking from behind your hands, you meekly asked "was it that obvious?"

he grinned. "yeah. but all the better for me, right?" he put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side and leading you out the school. "knowing i got a pretty thing like you thinking about me all day."

you rolled your eyes, finally starting to come down from the high of your confession. "it wasn't all day."

ran smiled, so tempted to respond with well, that was the case for me, but he figured you'd probably faint. he'd save that for the next time.

RINDOU

"i know." he blurted out before he could think of something better to say. for all the bones he broke, rindou's resolve was weak. but he was good at faking it.

he could tell you were confused, not expecting his response.

you fidgeted with your fingers before you finally spoke up, your face burning. "uh... okay..?" how the hell is anyone supposed to respond to that.

rindou panicked internally, rubbing the back of his neck as he sighed. "are you free right now, or what?"

your eyes lit up as your downcast gaze snapped to look at him. "i am."

a smile cracked on rindou's face as he chuckled with amusement. "then, let me take you out."

"really?!" sure, it wasn't the most glamorous thing to say, but you couldn't help it. you were excited.

"yeah. i mean, you did buy me a snack, so." he held up the package proudly. "gotta return the favor, right? come on, i got a ride."

you tried to hide how triumphant you felt as you followed him diligently. he was awkward, not possessing the same level of finesse his older brother did. like, what does he say to you??

"so..." you started, taking the lead.

oh, thank god. he let out the breath he didn't know he was holding.

"you said you knew?" you mumbled, making a point to avoid his stare. "was it obvious?"

he smirked. "yeah, it was very obvious." you winced, but he continued. "don't worry. it was interesting."

you twisted up your lips in a cringe. "interesting as in a good way, or...?"

rindou racked his brain. ran was always good at thinking on the spot—what would he say? his lips moved before he could stop them. "interesting as in i couldn't stop thinking about you."

you both stared at each other—rindou in absolute shock of what just left his lips and you, completely flustered. your heads whipped away from looking at each other, lips pressed in a tight line as a million different thoughts ran through them. rindou was sure he creeped you out, but then he heard you giggle.

he looked back at you, reading every inch of your expression. you smiled softly. "that was so cheesy."

you kept on laughing to yourself, somehow enamored by his stupid line and he knew he was flying off the deep end.

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[luxthestrange]

TOKREV Incorrect quotes#64 Like Gordon

Maid!Y/n, as a barista*Putting whipped cream on a drink*

Mob: Um, excuse me, I didn't ask for whipped cream-

Maid!Y/nu: Oh, you didn't ask for whipped cream?

Mob: Nuh-uh

Maid!Y/n: Did you say that at the register?

Mob: Yeah!

Maid!Y/n: Okay, so that means that this isn't your fucking drink, so if you could kindly sit your ass down and I will call you when your drink is ready

Kazutora*Watching you work in his single booth, having...an awakening about himself*"How do I tell them I want them to yell at me like gordon ramsey?..."

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Takashi*Watching you work, as he tries to go back to the convo with his sisters who convinced him to come here for snacks,...but losing focus seeing you off in the distance*...

Luna & Mana*Smilling and trying to be supportive, see you walking by their table and smile* Excuse me, pretty person? Our Big brother thinks you are so cute!

Maid!Y/n*Sees it's Mitsuya, Has known him given the manager asks commissions from him for new outfits, He is a good respectful guy and becomes flustered and puts hand on chest* oh my god-

Takashi*Eyes widen as his grandpa outs*GIRLS STOP-*covers his face and slides down his chair*

Luna & Mana*Giving him a thumbs up and looking back at you*"We got you!"What's your name?

Y/n*Is trying to keep a straight face, smiling at the two girls*Y/n~

Luna & Mana* Both Say it is loud for their brother to hear it*Y/n!Good to meet you Y/n!

Takashi*Is sliding down to hide under the table, STILL covering his face*

Part 3 of:

[chochuuya]

soft and random headcanons with toman!

⤹ mikey is the type of guy to be more vulnerable and get clingy with you when he's sick. he would also wouldn't mind if you do your skincare with and on him.

⤹ draken is the type of guy that would put your head on his shoulder when he notices that you're sleeping. he would act annoyed and even call you an idiot, but there is no denying that there is a sheepish smile on his face ><

⤹ chifuyu is the type of guy that would listen to all the drama that you have.. and might be even more angry that you are hehe.

⤹ baji is the type of guy that would try so hard to make dinner for the both of you.. but then he would burn the food and walks with his head down, sobbing.

⤹ mitsuya is the type of guy that has social media but his presence is almost nonexistent. why? because he only uses it to post you or his crafts on it and to message the gang.

⤹ kazutora is the type of guy who would write you love letters and buy you chocolates or flowers for no reason (he's too shy to say).

⤹ smiley is the type of guy that would say "oh me? thanks." or "i know i am." confidently when you compliment something cute.

⤹ angry is the type of guy that would wuss out 5 times before he decides to confess to you properly. you're his weakness!

⤹ takemichi is the type of guy that would send 10+ notifications to you, trying to get his words across because he keeps making typos and spelling mistakes.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

The saga of how to get the quietest toman ever

[izanaslvr-444]

I would give this man the most sloppiest, wettest, creamiest, soul taking, slimy, life changing, death dropping, heaven sent, flabbergasting, hypnotizing, heavenly, astonishing, leg trembling, hands desperately grabbing the sheets, legs stretching out again and again, toe curling, voice breaking, whimper causing, waist slowly moving up and down, small heavy breath, "I can't take it much longer", breaths getting quicker, twitching throbbing eyes shut lip biting, back arching, edging begging for relief, warm hot rush bubbling up spit upon spit tongue twisting ground tip- talking against mouth, sideways spit from the end and lick from the bottom to the top then spit from the to and lick to the bottom deepthroating mascara dripping down my face, slower then faster faster than little faster then perfect pace twisting mouth around each side, hands in my hair brutally using my mouth, spiritually enlightening chakra balancing, mangekyo sharingan unlocking, golden light like a halo around the top, noise from the very edge of his throat for the final release head ever. And THEN I'd let him pound me so hard into the bed and use my body as through it doesn't belong to anymore that he literally throws me around and does as he please. I wouldn't argue,I wouldn't raise a word, no sir, not to daddy, absolutely not. He could ruin me, corrupt me, hit me, choke me, tie me up, bite me, I would absolutely encourage everything he does as long as I get a smidge of his attention and love. This man could make me fuck myself on his fingers and I wouldn't argue even if I ended up passing out, he could bruise me up and laugh at me and I would take it just to listen to him praise me. I would take him for 50 rounds in 60 positions cause never back down never what????

NEVER GIVE UP and I am not giving up to screw me till my mind becomes nothing but subservient to him.

[honibiuart]

rindo was a spoilt child but at what cost

[animekingfans]

NEW ILLUSTRATION

[c-monthecob]

Does he ever put the jacket on???

[baby-tini]

I just know kanto Mikey says the meanest shit in bed 😞

You're not too off, here are things that Multiple!Mikeys would say to you in bed~

Toman!Mikey- -"Mm mm, say it again... go on, you could say it once, so you can say it again."

-"It feels that good that it has you crying, huh baby?"

-"Inside where, baby? Inside what? You have too tell me where you want me too put my fingers, can you do that for me?"

-"That's it baby, ride it just like that... mhm, move your hips just like that."

-"Don't push me away, you can take it, you've done it before."

Manila!Mikey- -"Keep talking to me like that, and I'll really give you something too scream about."

-"Say thank you. Say, "thank you for discipling me Manjiro.""

-"What happened to that smartass attitude, huh? Where'd that go?"

-"You really gonna roll your eyes at me? Ok... get your ass over here."

-"Please do, please give me a reason too bruise that pretty little ass, go on."

Kanto!Mikey- -"What have I told you about that whining shit?"

-"Maybe I should just leave you here, and let you think about how disrespectful you've been."

-"Ask me nicely for what you want angel."

-"When you decide too behave, then you can speak."

-"No, none of that "mm mm" "mhm" shit. Speak."

Bonten!Mikey- -"Open, let me see... good, now swallow."

-"Now you're behaving? You only apologize when your face is pressed against my desk, huh?"

-"Answer me princess, I want you too tell me why I should let you cum right now."

-"You gonna put on a show for my executives sweetheart, yeah?"

-"You obviously don't wanna cum that bad if you can't say please angel."

Racer!Mikey- -"Look at my pretty baby, you're just so impatient, huh?"

-"Don't act all shy now, princess, say please."

-"You're so eager too taste yourself, huh baby?... Yeah? Now you know how I feel."

-"C'mere baby, come ride my tongue."

-"All you had too do was ask baby, you don't need too tug at my hand pretty girl."

[bones4thecats]

Basic Headcanons Of Life With Their S/O

Type of Writing: #8 - Poll Result Characters: Kazutora Hanemiya, Keisuke Baji, Haruchiyo Sanzu, and Tetta Kisaki Name: Basic Headcanons Of Life With Their S/O Original Poll Link: Here

A/N: This isn't my best piece, but I do hope you guys at least kinda like it!

P.S: Kazutora's has slight spoilers for the manga, along with Sanzu's. Btw, these are mainly set in a world where it goes normal, but they're a hint more sane Sanzu and Kisaki

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🐯 Kazutora has major psychological issues, so, when he first got out of Juvenile Detention, you kept your distance from him, knowing if he ever got a hand on you, it wouldn't be the best

🐯 But, you were there for him while he went through his second sentence of Juvie, this one being for the death of Baji

🐯 You went alongside Draken and Takemichi when Kazutora was being held up, and you smiled and nodded to him as he cried. You knew he was trying to express himself and get better now, he couldn't, no, he wouldn't risk losing another person dear to him

🐯 Throughout the ten years he was placed in that building and speaking to professionals, he always awaited your weekly to daily visits

🐯 At the time he was released, you were living in a shared apartment with Chifuyu, who had asked if you were okay with Kazutora coming to stay with you guys for a while

🐯 Of course, you agreed and went with him to pick the now young man from his home of 10 years, and your close friend could tell that you were giddy about seeing your still-in-contact boyfriend

🐯 Kazutora just waited to see Chifuyu's vehicle, and he was quite happy when he saw his old friend, and, when he did see you come outside the opposite side, his eyes swelled up with tears. You actually came!

🐯 You and Chifuyu owned the Pet Store together, and you both welcomed Kazutora with open arms. He was like family after all, and it would be what Baji wanted

🐯 He and you began to grow just as close as you were back in his very youthful days, before the bike store incident and whatnot

🐯 Eventually, Chifuyu began to tease you guys that you treated the animals in the store as your own children. And while that did fluster Kazutora, he couldn't help but wonder; would you be alright with kids? Like when you guys finally settle together?

🐯 And now your chasing Chifuyu with a pissed off cat- oh shit the cat just lunged at him! Y/N!

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⚖️ Baji and you were childhood admirers. And by far this guy was super nervous whenever you even looked at him

⚖️ He loves to bring you around the city on his bike, especially after fights, he does like to flaunt off what he's got all to himself, after all, nobody can be duplicated, and he has the best S/O ever!

⚖️ Baji also adores to mess with you, probably not as much as a certain someone Mikey, but he does love messing with you. From grazing your arm while passing one another to messing your hair up, this guy loves to do it

⚖️ He is also very protective of you, and when I say someone is protective, I mean it

⚖️ Once time for example;

⚖️ You had been spending a lot of time alongside these guys from Toman, and they were brand-new members of the first division. And while he normally is happy to watch you get all giddy around people, he knew there was something up

⚖️ The thing that put it out like a sore thumb was when he was over at your house and he heard your phone ringing, making you groan and ask him to answer it

⚖️ Baji picked up the landline and just casually laid out who's house it was and if the person wanted to leave a message for either you or your family

⚖️ His eyes widened when he heard two chuckles on the other side of the line before hearing the most crude and revolting comments about you, and that was making him BEYOND pissed

⚖️ You were shocked to walk into your main room to see Baji yelling at the people on the other line, saying how disgusting they were and how they were surely going to be punished for such an action attempted on his S/O

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🎭 Sanzu and you had a difficult bond to decipher, so it shocks everyone when they see him walk up behind you and nuzzle into your neck

🎭 He, much like many of the Tokyo Revengers characters, is a very protective person. But he has a whole nother reason for being so protective of you, that being he didn't want you being hurt the same way that he has seen some others be

🎭 For some reason, I can see him being someone obsessed with crime shows and news, so in tole, I can see him watching those shows about people catching pedos (Undercover Underage for example)

🎭 Anyways, being with Sanzu is a roller coaster, especially when it comes to future him

🎭 He has gone through many problems throughout his life, from getting those scars on his mouth to dealing with substance abuse, this guy needs support like no other

🎭 And you were the perfect person to help him there

🎭 You, unlike many, did not just stand by and watch him get worse, instead, you jumped in and began to try helping your dearest with his problems, starting with his personal image of himself

🎭 Despite how many view him, Sanzu does have some issues with how he sees himself. He has a strained relationship with both his sister and brother, yet he somehow has an amazing one with you... how does that make any sense?

🎭 It doesn't. That is until you prompted the duo to actually speak to him about it, it was this action that prompted them to actually grow closer as a family, to be a real family again

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👓 Kisaki always had an eye for one person, Hina... that was, until you came into the picture

👓 You were always there for the male. Helping him calm down when his emotions finally cascaded around him, wrapping him in a web of overthinking

👓 But, every time you actually tried getting to know him, he would push you away. Until you assisted him in creating a plan to gain Hina's attention and break her and Takemichi away

👓 You could tell he was starting to have a mental break, and you weren't just going to stand aside knowing that you could've done something to help your friend. Even if this upset Hanma, it would be worth it

👓 Kisaki was raking his hands through his blonde hair, gritting his teeth while rubbing his temples, throwing his hands in a vicious cycle of brushing, gritting, and rubbing and repeat

👓 Walking behind him, you reached out and laid a cup of his favorite beverage on the table of your home's before lightly touching his shoulder, making him look at you in shock

👓 You smiled gently as he looked in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his midsection. He couldn't believe it, you were hugging him! Didn't you think he was crazy for being so motivated to break such a happy couple up?

👓 Ever since that day, Kisaki and you somehow seemed closer than ever, closer than Hina and Takemichi seemed to be

👓 Speaking of the infamous time-traveler, he was shocked. This hadn't happened in any different timelines he traveled through. In all of them, Kisaki went mental and killed you. For what reason? He only had two hunches; you knew too much or he didn't want you to see him do anything worse...

👓 But, despite the shock, he'd have to admit, this was exactly what he wanted to happen. He always saw you guys as such a nice duo, it was nice to not worry about what Kisaki would do for once

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The third season of Tokyo Revengers got me in a chokehold

Please I can't