#Tokyo: The Last War

[ogradyfilm]

Recently Viewed - Tokyo: The Last War

Like many a follow-up to a bona fide cult classic, Tokyo: The Last War (sequel to Tokyo: The Last Megalopolis) is widely considered to be inferior to its predecessor; the reviews that I’d read online were almost universally negative, dismissing it as overly derivative of trashy, formulaic, uninspired American slasher flicks (the later entries in the Nightmare on Elm Street franchise serving as a particularly reductive, unflattering point of comparison). This unenthusiastic reception failed to deter me from purchasing a copy of Media Blasters’ recent Blu-ray release (under the alternative title of Doomed Megalopolis 2) at this year’s Anime NYC convention, of course—and the official beginning of the Spooky Season seemed an appropriate occasion to finally give the disc a spin.

To the surprise of nobody familiar with my easily pleased cinematic palate, I disagree with the critical consensus. Despite its obviously lean budget—which necessitates a less sprawling cast and more modest special effects than the preceding film—The Last War still manages to feel ambitious within its relative limitations. Indeed, I’d even argue that the narrower narrative focus lends the plot a greater degree of urgency and momentum; it is, after all, significantly easier for the audience to become invested in a conflict that revolves around a small handful of genuinely sympathetic characters, as opposed to a bloated, unwieldy ensemble of vaguely sketched archetypes.

Additionally, it’s not as though the movie is lacking in visual flair; it is consistently as spectacular as it can afford to be. There’s an especially impressive sequence, for example, in which the nefarious Yasunori Kato (a role reprised by the inimitable Kyusaku Shimada, whose magnetic screen presence elevates every scene—including those in which he never physically appears) slaughters a group of soldiers in magnificently brutal fashion. One poor bastard is hoisted aloft by psychokinetic energy and slowly twisted in half at the waist; another is decapitated by flying debris, his headless corpse twitching and spasming for several seconds after the fact. The commanding officer, however, suffers the most gruesome demise: forced by supernatural means to clutch a live grenade, the man can do nothing but scream and flail in desperation until the explosive inevitably ignites, graphically (albeit not entirely convincingly) tearing him to shreds.

Ultimately, Tokyo: The Last War hardly deserves its less-than-stellar reputation; it’s perfectly enjoyable on its own merits. Sure, it veers closer to conventional horror than the series’ previous installment (which is best described as “epic urban fantasy”)—but as a fan of both genres, I find absolutely nothing wrong with that. Heck, in my opinion, this dramatic departure in tone and style only makes it more interesting. Not better, mind you—just compellingly different.

[videomessiah]

Tokyo: The Last War (1989)

[heartpascalispunk]

Pedro Pascal living the dream! ✨

From watching Sigourney Weaver as a sci-fi icon to sharing the stage with her in The Mandalorian & Grogu—talk about a full-circle moment.

His admiration is very evident as he beams beside his legendary co-star.

[hardcoregamer]

All PlayStation Cameos (V.I.P Bots) in Astro Bot

Just like Astro's Playroom, its sequel, Astro Bot, has a plethora of PlayStation cameos from long-time favorite series and some deep-cut characters. Here are all the PlayStation cameos/V.I.P Bots in Astro Bot.

Check them out!

https://hardcoregamer.com/all-playstation-cameos-vip-bots-in-astro-bot/

[felucians]

i will consistently talk about my man even though we aren't dating (he's not real)(he's literally pixels)

[person25]

this is a renewed version of one of my older posts, basically just every fandom i have enough knowledge and confidence about to be willing to talk abt it on here

so:

Miraculous ladybug, first piece of media i was really obsessed with

Avatar the Last Air Bender (+Korra ofc)

Percy Jackson and related fandoms

Harry Potter (mainly marauders but i can go on and on abt the golden trio if asked)

Star Wars

Anime i won’t shut up about include: One Piece, Tokyo Revengers, Jjk, Blue Lock, bsd, cote, naruto. I probably missed some so if you wanna know others just ask

Kpop groups i stan: Ateez, SHINee, Itzy, TXT, NCT. (these are just my top groups, there are more.)

Batman(mainly robins)

Criminal minds

also had a tvd/originals phase

Lookism Webtoon

lots of movies i’m willing to talk abt that i don’t feel like mentioning

if you wanna ask abt these feel free, also this will probably be updated a bunch bc my mind never stays on one thing for too long

even if i’m not currently obsessed with something as long as it’s on this list i will talk abt it‼️

[raurquiz]

#happybirthday @sungkang #sungkang #actor #hanlue #fastandfurious #tokyodrift #fastfive #fastandfurious6 #furious7 #f9 #fastx #obiwankenobi #starwars #Snakehead #betterlucktomorrow #power #forbiddenwarrior #hawaiifive0 #code8 #livefreeordiehard #wecanbeheroes #rayathelastdragon

[dreamerwithapen1]

Dreamer's OC Masterlist!

(This is a current, up to date list of alllllll of my OCs- both old and new- from plot bunnies to works in progress. If you ever have questions about any of them, please don't hesitate to ask!)

Harry Potter

Name: Zaria Adhafera Threlfall

FC: Adelaide Kane

Pairing: Fred Weasley

Era: Golden Trio

Fic: Mad For You (may change)

Name: Mavis Ophelia Threlfall

FC: Astrid Berges-Frisbey

Pairing: Garreth Weasley/Sebastian Sallow

Era: Hogwarts Legacy

Fic: TBD

Name: Beatrix Lily Potter

FC: Madison Davenport

Pairing: George Weasley

Era: Golden Trio

Fic: Bad Moon Rising

Name: Adelaide Kingsbury

FC: Danielle Campbell

Pairing: Draco Malfoy

Era: Golden Trio

Fic: Epiphany

Name: Ascella Vulpecula Black

FC: Anya Taylor-Joy

Pairing: James Potter or Remus Lupin

Era: Marauders

Fic: TBD

Name: Vulpecula Black

FC: Willa Fitzgerald

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt

Era: Hogwarts Legacy

Fic: TBD

Name: Esmerelda White

FC: Kiernan Shipka

Pairing: Remus Lupin

Era: Marauders

Fic: A Moment in Time

Name: Camilla Lila Larsson

FC: AnnaSophia Robb

Pairing: Sirius Black

Era: Marauders/Second Wizarding War

Fic: Seeking Your Heart (may change)

Name: Tisiphone Carrow

FC: Victoria Pedretti

Pairing: Sirius Black

Era: Riddle/Marauders/Second Wizarding War

Fic: Kairos

Name: Aurora Brielle Hawthorne

FC: Elizabeth Olsen

Pairing: James Potter

Era: Marauders

Fic: This Once and Always

Name: Briar Ruby Evans

FC: Danielle Rose Russell

Pairing: Regulus Black

Era: Marauders

Fic: Fates of Two

Star Wars

Name: Samara Rosek

FC: Lindsey Morgan

Pairing: Poe Dameron

Era: Sequels

Fic: The Rebel Child Series

Name: Evira Skywalker

FC: Ellie Bamber

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi

Era: Prequels

Fic: Graveyard of Stars

Name: Lumina Tere

FC: Jessie Mei Li

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker

Era: Prequels

Fic: Beneath the Shattered Sky

Name: Maeve Bey

FC: Eiza Gonzalez

Pairing: Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Era: Sequels

Fic: War of Hearts

Name: Aella Kenobi

FC: Alycia Debnam-Carey

Pairing: Poe Dameron

Era: Sequels

Fic: Legacy

Name: Furi Kilra

FC: Sophie Skelton

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker

Era: Prequels

Fic: Rewrite the Stars

Name: Atara Volante

FC: Jenna Coleman

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi

Era: Prequels/Originals

Fic: The Beginning of the End

Name: Emberlynn Val

FC: Poppy Drayton

Pairing: Din Djarin

Era: Mandalorian

Fic: An Ember Among Ashes

Name: Chaska Rolfe

FC: Nadia Hilker

Pairing: Din Djarin

Era: Mandalorian

Fic: If Only For a Night

Game of Thrones

Name: Vysella Targaryen

FC: Bruna Marquezine

Pairing: Robb Stark

Fic: ‘Til Kingdom Come

Name: Cerelle Baratheon

FC: Jodie Comer

Pairing: Robb Stark

Fic: Golden Crown of Sorrow

Name: Lara Fayne

FC: Alycia Debnam-Carey

Pairing: Jon Snow

Fic: The Ice Does Not Forgive

Name: Sirenna Tully

FC: Clara Paget

Pairing: Jaime Lannister

Fic: Salt in the Sea

Name: Naerys Targaryen

FC: Alexandra Dowling

Pairing: Jaime Lannister or OC

Fic: When Fire Meets Fate

House of the Dragon

Name: Lysandra Targaryen

FC: Adelaide Kane

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen

Fic: Violent Devotion

Name: Aelora Targaryen

FC: Georgia Hirst

Pairing: Edric Stark (OC)

Fic: For the Realm

Name: Aeron Targaryen

FC: Alexander Ludwig

Pairing: N/A

Fic: For the Realm

Name: Edric Stark

FC: Jordan Patrick Smith

Pairing: Aelora Targaryen (OC)

Fic: For the Realm

Name: Edith Hightower

FC: Charlotte Hope

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen

Fic: For the Realm

Name: Solaera Stark

FC: Freya Allan/Morfydd Clark

Pairing: N/A

Fic: For the Realm

Name: Eda Strong

FC: Georgie Henley

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen

Fic: For the Realm

Name: Vesta Targaryen

FC: Elle Fanning

Pairing: N/A

Fic: For the Realm

Name: Vaegon Targaryen

FC: Harry Gilby/TBD

Pairing: N/A

Fic: For the Realm

Name: Daella Targaryen

FC: TBD

Pairing: Harwin Strong

Fic: For the Realm

Stranger Things

Name: Lizzie Hopper

FC: Giorgia Whigham

Pairing: Steve Harrington

Fic: Cursed

Name: Heather Young

FC: Willa Fitzgerald

Pairing: Eddie Munson

Fic: Revenant

Name: Alice Fletcher

FC: Danielle Rose Russell

Pairing: Steve Harrington or OC

Fic: Hellbound

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Name: Amethyst Lewis

FC: Lily James

Pairing: Loki

Fic: All of Me

Name: Clara Drake

FC: Jamie Chung

Pairing: Bucky Barnes

Fic: Will to Live

Link: FFN

Name: Cressida

FC: Jodelle Ferland

Pairing: Peter Quill

Fic: Incandescent

Name: Ember Woods

FC: Alycia Debnam-Carey

Pairing: Matt Murdock

Fic: TBD

Name: Iskra Maximoff

FC: Emma Dumont

Pairing: Peter Parker

Fic: Viridian

Name: Tatiana Volkov

FC: Emeraude Toubia

Pairing: Sam Wilson

Fic: Per Ardua Ad Astra

Name: Marigold Thorne

FC: Caity Lotz

Pairing: Tony Stark

Fic: TBD

Shadowhunter Chronicles

Name: Violet Ashbourne

FC: Nina Doprev

Pairing: TBD

Fic: TBD

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Name: Morrigan

FC: Summer Fontana/Danielle Rose Russell

Pairing: Percy Jackson

Fic: Cruel Fate

The Last of Us

Name: Harlow Reyes

FC: Christian Serratos

Pairing: N/A

Fic: TBD

Name: Ruth Burns

FC: Dichen Lachman

Pairing: Joel Miller

Fic: TBD

Once Upon A Time

Name: Alouetta Bancroft

FC: Elizabeth Olsen

Pairing: Peter Pan

Fic: Wildest Dreams

Shadow and Bone

Name: Anastasiya Lenkov

FC: Emilia Clark

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov

Fic: From the Ashes We Rise

Name: Katerina Zaitsev

FC: Ivana Baquero

Pairing: Nikolai or Mal

Fic: Threads of Life

Six of Crows

Name: Amara Desai

FC: Anya Chalotra

Pairing: Kaz Brekker

Fic: Of Sinners and Secrets

One Piece Live Action

Name: Belladonna Rose

FC: Sadie Soverall

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro

Fic: A Tangle of Thorns

Gen V

Name: Cordelia Dunlap

FC: Madison Iseman

Pairing: TBD

Fic: Momento Mori

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Name: Eden Gilbert

FC: Troian Bellisario

Pairing: Damon Salvatore

Fic: TBD

Name: Viola Reese

FC: Lily Collins

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson

Fic: Dangerously in Love

Teen Wolf

Name: Mirabel Mikaelson

FC: Sasha Pieterse

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski

Fic: Glory and Gore

Name: Rhea Argent

FC: Ksenia Solo

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski

Fic: The Hunter and the Hunted

Name: Loretta Martin

FC: Madelaine Petsch

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski

Fic: TBD

Supernatural

Name: Sapphira

FC: Britt Robertson

Pairing: Dean Winchester

Fic: TBD

The Hunger Games

Name: Venus Hart

FC: Abigail Cowen

Pairing: Finnick Odair or OC

Fic: Death Comes to Me Again

The Hobbit

Name: Faedra Orvir

FC: Jessica Green

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield

Fic: The Great War

IT

Name: Wendy Miller

FC: Malina Weissman/Crystal Reed

Pairing: Stanley Uris

Fic: Daylight

Demon Slayer

Name: Akane

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku

Fic: TBD

Name: Kaida Fujihara

Pairing: Tanjiro Kamado

Fic: TBD

My Hero Academia

Name: Seiren Tahara

Pairing: Shota Aizawa

Fic: An Angel’s Cry

Link: FFN/AO3

Name: Kitiara Akiyama

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki

Fic: Porcelain, Ivory, Steel

Link: FFN

Name: Rai Suzuki

Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima

Fic: Red Moon

Link: FFN

Name: Mikazuki Fukuhara

Pairing: Mirio Togata

Fic: Light and Salvation

Name: Takara Nakahara

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo

Fic: TBD

Name: Emica

Pairing: Keigo Takami

Fic: TBD

Fairy Tail

Name: Raven Cheney

Pairing: Natsu Dragneel

Fic: The Dying of the Light

Link: FFN/AO3

Name: Iris Riversong

Pairing: Laxus Dreyar

Fic: Though She Be But Little

Name: Riva

Pairing: Gajeel Redfox

Fic: TBD

Fruits Basket

Name: Mitsuki

Pairing: Kyo Sohma

Fic: TBD

Hunter x Hunter

Name: Illuru Zoldyck

Pairing: Kurapika

Fic: Shadow Puppet

Link: FFN/AO3

Tokyo Revengers

Name: Ryoko

Pairing: Manjiro Sano (Mikey)

Fic: TBD

Name: Yuki Ikeda

Pairing: Kazutora Hanemiya

Fic: TBD

Haikyu!!

Name: Annaisha Ito

Pairing: Toru Oikawa

Fic: The Only One That Mattered

Attack on Titan

Name: Kestrel Vail

Pairing: Levi Ackerman

Fic: My Vow to Keep

Name: Lily Byrne

Pairing: Reiner Braun

Fic: TBD

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Name: Kagome

Pairing: Zuko

Fic: Of Fire and Air

Name: Renatta Caparelli

Pairing: Zuko

Fic: The Point of No Return

[godzilla-and-aang-monsters]

Tokira

Altura: 187.63 metros

Longitud: 312.716 metros

Peso: 1,667 toneladas

Primer Avistamiento: San Petersburgo [Tierra: Teratoverso]

Controles: Fuego Control [Aliento Atomico, Aliento de Espiral, Visión Laser y Pulso Nuclear] Agua Control [Nado] Tierra Control [Excavación, Geoquinesis]

Guarida: Montes Urales [Tierra:Teratoverso] Isla Roku [Avatarverso]

Aspecto: Zilla 1998 (Coloración del cuerpo) + Zilla 2004 (Coloración de las placas) + Godzilla Filius (morfologia de las placas)

Aliados:

Humanos: Aang, Katara, Sokka, Iroh, Zuko

Kaijus y otras bestias: Godzilla Anguirus, King Kong, Mothra, Rodan,

Enemigos:

Humanos: Aang, Suki, Toph, Katara, Sokka, Iroh, Zuko (Inicialmente) Ozai y Azula

Kaijus y otras bestias: King Ghidorah, King Kong y Godzilla (ocasionalmente)

[unlikelyapricot]

INSANE LUCK ON MY PULLS???

[whirlybirbs]

— CAN'T WE BE SEVENTEEN? ; shoto todoroki ; 焦凍

summary: he's loved you since he was seventeen. pairing: f!reader x pro hero!shoto ; reader was a 1-A student tags: mutual pining, heavy make-out, thinly veiled sugar daddy shoto, reader does not go pro, touya might be a dick but he's a hero now, shoto is bad at feelings wordcount: 5.6k a/n: i do not fucking know what came over me, enjoy your food my little todorokinas. yes the title is what you think it is. no i will not elaborate.

You never did go pro.

Truthfully, you thought there would be more pushback when, in your senior year, you announced your plan to pursue a degree in early childhood education with a focus on non-conforming quirk development. 

The War changed a lot. It changed you, your classmates, and the world. But, through it all one thing stuck with you:

What if someone helped Tenko Shimura?

How different would his life have been? How different would history have spun? 

You graduated at the top of your class and joined the faculty at Chiba Prefectural Preparatory School for Quirk Specialties two years ago. 

Chiba Prep was opened eight years ago in response to a societal cry for more infrastructure around what was dubbed "non-conforming quirks": a nice way to say quirks that can injure, maim, or kill. Maybe even all three on a bad day. Some parents still see their child being labeled as a non-conforming quirk user in the national database as akin to social suicide. 

You see it differently.

Your quirk allows you to manipulate emotions — anger, sadness, betrayal, love, hatred. If you can feel it, you can sink it into another's psyche deep enough to drive them to act. You can even imbue things with feelings. For example, a cup of warm milk can transform into more than just a simple comfort, now it can hold the feeling of home and safety, or even exhaustion strong enough to put even the biggest foe to rest. 

You could easily use your quirk with nefarious intent. 

You could steep hatred in someone's bone so deep it drives them to harm themselves. You could sew fury so solid into someone's mind it drives them to violence. 

Just a touch and you can control others with something so intrinsically personal it only exists within themselves: their feelings.

What makes you any different from little Asuke, a shy little girl with a quirk that allows her to see people's greatest fears, and then manifest and control them? You're convinced she can use this for good, if only with practice. In your mind, her future is bright and glimmering. Perhaps she will become a therapist, focusing on exposure therapy? Or, maybe the most prolific horror novelist in their time? 

Or, bright and sunny Tao — a transplant whose parents sought out Chiba Prep's specialized education — whose heteromorphic quirk makes his bodily fluids, namely saliva, eat through nearly anything but his own biologics. A sneeze is quickly the most dangerous thing in the world for the cheery, lizard-bodied class clown. 

He's just a boy given a quirk that needs more care. 

He isn't a villain-in-training. 

None of them are.

It's important to teach them that young — and as their teacher for Year 3 of their elementary schooling, you aim to hammer that in as much as possible. They deserve to feel normal. To feel loved and supported. They aren't scary, they're children. 

So, you take it upon yourself to insist on pushing for privileges like field trips. There aren't many public spaces that welcome the classes of Chiba Prep with open arms. Over the years, there have been plenty of incidents. But, a day trip into the city to visit Tokyo's Hall of Heroes is green-lit with bubbling excitement from both faculty, the children, and their parents. 

You usually keep your history as a graduated member of Class 1-A quiet. 

After all, you never did go pro.

And even still, Shoto Todoroki never stopped thinking about you.

He remembers that weekend everyone moved back in for their last year before graduation. He remembers you smiling at him, and helping him drag up a duffel of luggage from the common room to his dorm. You made a joke about how you're sure he got taller over the summer, and how his hair is longer now. You said you liked it. 

It was the beginning of the end, then.

His crush was a silent, smothering thing. It made it hard to think. Shoto had enough on his plate thanks to Touya's acceptance into the Villain Rehabilitation Program and his father's insistence on staving off retirement. Not to mention his parent's divorce — no matter how amicable, it was still a separation. Add on training, tests, studying, finals, and j-term classes... And a desperate, writhing, burning crush on the nicest girl in class? 

Touya's elbow digs into Shoto's side.

It drags him back to reality — to the stifled quiet of the historical Hall of Heroes. 

Suddenly, the doors to the wing squeak open, and a tour guide ushers in the elementary school class. The buzzing excitement and wonder are visible on each of their faces as the attendant — one of the HoH's lead tour guides — excitedly explains the newest, in-progress addition to the Hall:

Endeavor's wing. 

There's a whisper of awe that ripples through the children as their teacher and co-teacher follow, and as the class moves through the large, open space. They're staring up eagerly at the gilded statue in the center of the room. It's larger than life and intimidating. Years ago, Shoto might have had to fight the odd tremble in his knees at the reminder it brings: to be small in his father's shadow again. But, things are different now. 

Very different.

Touya scoffs. "I thought this wing wasn't open to the public yet."

"They're just children," Shoto hums, turning his back on the gaggle across the way to inspect the large mural winding along the back end of the installation, "I'm sure it's—"

"Oh, ho, no way!"

Shoto quirks his brow at his brother's outburst. His elbow digs into Shoto's ribs again. 

"Ain't that the pretty girl you never got the balls to ask out your senior year?" comes the rasped drawl of his older brother's voice. Touya is clearly amused, his white hair hanging in his eyes as he leans forward to squint, "She is cute, Sho'—"

"Shut up," Shoto grits, turning his head over his shoulder; he tries to bite back the flurry of nerves that ignite in his gut, "Stop talking."

It is you.

You look... good. 

Happy. 

You're crouched by a small, timid girl in the back of the crowd. Your hand is in hers, and you're pointing upwards at the large paneled screens replaying Endeavor's most historic fights. You're explaining something to her, your knees bent as you squat. You look... the same. As if in the six years since they graduated, you sat still in time. 

For a second, it's like he's seventeen again.

It's his senior year, and he's stuck at the corner of the gym's edge with a half-empty glass of punch in his hand. The lights are low, and there's slow music playing. His tie feels too tight. Bakugo keeps telling him to 'ask her to dance already', and Kirishima is considering bashing his head through the wall. Even Midorya is trying to persuade Shoto. 

"It's prom, man! C'mon, this could be your last chance—"

Touya is about to be a real pain in the ass — his favorite pastime — and make some comment about your ass, but when he turns to lob the one-liner at his baby brother, Shoto's gone.

Shoto is on the move.

The crescendo of gasps draws your attention first.

Then, the cry of "WOAH, IT'S SHOTO!" leaves you dumbfounded. The rippling murmur of excitement bleeds into the children as their eyes — and the eyes of the tour guide — widen at the sight of the approaching Pro Hero. 

Shoto Todoroki.

He looks... good. 

Really good.

He's a bit older, and a bit more filled out than when you were both teenagers. You can see the strength in his arms and shoulders — it's a distant echo of his father's physique, though Shoto is so much more elegant and much... prettier. He's always been.

For a second, you're seventeen again.

It's your senior year, and you're sprawled across Momo Yaoyorozu's bed.

They had finally wrangled out of you who your crush was: something they hadn't been able to do in all their years as classmates.

There's a sticky, Miss Midnight-themed face mask clinging to your expression as you try to flip through the large magazine in your hands as nonchalantly as possible. Mina's voice, as she paints Ochaco's nails a bright pink on the floor, is sweet and saccharine as she looks up at you.

"I think you and Shoto would be, like, the cutest couple ever." 

You're still crouched when the tour guide nervously — like she was caught doing something naughty — introduces The Pro Hero Shoto to the already-aware crowd of elementary school students and their teachers. It's like igniting a match; the uproar of excitement leaves you laughing as three of your boys push forward to bombard him with questions about his quirk. 

Asuke is smiling shyly, now. That's a small win. She's intrigued by the appearance of a real hero, not the "scary statues" — and her big, fat tears stopped rolling the moment you laid a gentle hand on her to quell her anxiety over the new environment with a push of comfort through your quirk. She unhooks her pinkie finger from yours as you guide her towards your co-teacher. 

"Boys," you call with a crisp air of authority as you stand and lead Asuke toward the bulk of the field trip group, "What have we learned about personal space?"

"It's fine, really, Insight," comes Shoto's voice; as warm and placid as you remember. 

"Insight?" mutters your co-teacher at the presumed hero-name; a look of confusion plasters itself on her face, and her big, feline ears perk up. She leans in to whisper in a way that borders on conspiratory, "Do you two know one another?"

"Old classmates," you confirm, not daring to get into the finer details.

Shoto's attention is entirely rooted in the way you manage the kids. There's something beautiful about the ease with which you handle the bouquet of students; you quell the excitement into a manageable decibel like it's as easy as breathing. 

"Shoto," you start as you gesture to him, "Has a very special quirk — Toyamai, he has ice like you. And, fire like Tojiro. He can regulate his temperature. Can anyone tell me what that means?"

There's a wave of hands shooting up, a few me, me, me's rise from the gaggle. 

You're using him as a teaching moment.

Shoto's smile is soft.

You nod at Ogomi, excitedly nodding as the reserved child speaks up. Normally, he hates public speaking. But, recently, he's started working with the speech pathologist during lunch. The boy bounces a little as he answers. "He doesn't g-get too hot, or too c-cold."

"Exactly! Isn't that cool?" you grin at the lazy attempt at a pun, "This is why it's important to learn about our quirks as much as we can!"

Touya thinks this whole thing is just too cute. 

You're different than he remembers — but, granted, things were sorta different last time he saw you. He was a little too busy tryna kill his old man and lil' Shoto. He's different now, too. A changed man! A real licensed hero. Support items and all. 

He hangs back. 

He... I mean, he is a jack-ass but he isn't gonna ruin this for Shoto. 

...It's kinda cute.

Just about as cute as Fuyumi said it was. 

Apparently, Shoto had opened up to her and Natsuo about his feelings after graduation — about how he regretted not doing anything about it. Fuyumi then told their mum, who then off-handedly mentioned it to Touya... and well Touya dug in because, duh, he is a whore for good gossip. He might be the family's black sheep, but Shoto is the glue that binds. 

And he deserves to be happy.

Your co-teacher is ushering the kids to the next installation — a viewing of All Might's Legacy, a new documentary following the retired pro's teaching career. It will be a good wind down for them, in comfy seats and the dark. It's hardly the sort of content an elementary school student would find riveting, but it is All Might. And they love him.

You hang back. 

Shoto's heart is hammering in his chest.

"Hey."

"Hi," you greet back, closing the door to the theater and stepping forward as you weave your arms around you, "Long time no see."

"Yea," Shoto breathes, his hands in his pockets as he meets you halfway across the museum's marble floors, "I... I see you're teaching."

His eyes are as pretty as they were back then. Slate grey and piercing turquoise. "I'm in my second year," you confirm softly, fiddling with the material of your sweater, "Congrats to your old man."

You gesture up at the statue, then wave around to the rest of the installation.

Shoto inhales, then nods; he's staring at your face, blissfully realizing you're just the way you were all those years ago. Kind. "I'll pass it along."

"How's he handling it?" you ask, your eyes raking across his expression and trying not to stick to the sharp slope of his jaw, or the bob of his Adam's apple, "Retirement, I mean."

"He's happy, I think. Touya and I are working together and... things are...  good."

Last month, Endeavor finally retired. He cited his age, and his dedication to passing his legacy to his two sons: Shoto and Touya. Shoto has planted himself firmly within the Top Ten in the last year or so, and shockingly, Touya isn't far behind. People love an underdog's redemption story, you suppose. 

And the underdog in question can read a room. 

This is getting a little too sexually tense for even him.

"Heeeeey, girl," he rasps out, staggering backward with a thumb over his shoulder, "Nice t' see ya. I'll let you two catch up, yea? I'm gonna go pop my head into the theater, see how the kids are handling the snooze fest on screen—"

You jump.

How long has he even been there?

"Hi, D— Touya," you strain, wincing a little; the rehab'd villain doesn't seem to mind.

"Hi, teach'. That cool with you?" he asks, wobbling his thumb and quirking a pierced eyebrow; it's comical, like he's trying to disarm you with humor, "Don't want you thinkin' I'm corrupting your youths—"

"It's fine," you breathe, ignoring the sting of age-old mistrust. You know better. Shoto wouldn't be here, with him, if Touya Todoroki hadn't changed. Endeavor wouldn't be entrusting his legacy to the ex-League of Villain member if he didn't believe in his capacity for good, "Just don't be disruptive."

Casting judgment on someone whose life was nearly destroyed by his own non-conforming quirk would go against everything you taught the kids anyway.

"Touya's whole thing is being disruptive," Shoto grits as his oldest brother slips silently through the doors, "I apologize for him—"

"No," you wave him off, laughing a little, "Don't. It's... nice to see you two together."

Shoto's expression is soft as he wanders a little closer. "It took time — and a lot of therapy — but we've all managed to come out the other side."

"That's great to hear, Shoto," you breathe, your eyes flitting across his face, "I'm really happy for you."

There's a long silence, then — and you can't help but ignore the roil of butterflies in your stomach. The eye contact is heavy with some unspoken thing, and both of your tongues are weighted by secrets-never-turned-confessions. 

It's like finally this dance you've been doing around one another for years breaks — and the two of you throw caution to the wind at the exact same moment. 

"Would you like to—"

"Are you free—"

Hesitant, slow grins bloom on both your faces.

"Dinner?" is all he manages after a sweet moment of soaking up your soft smile, "If you're available...?"

You make yourself available.

Yaoyorozu almost dies when you call her that night — winded from tearing through your entire wardrobe. You explained you had nothing to wear a-and you needed something nice, and you only have an hour to get ready, because Todoroki — yes, stop screaming, Todoroki — is picking you up at 8pm.

Little bro is nervous. Touya can tell. 

From his spot on the sofa, the white-haired ex-degenerate scoffs. Natsuo is digging around for some cufflinks in Shoto's dresser.

"Seriously, Sho'? A suit?" 

"It's a nice restaurant," his brother says tightly, adjusting the collar of the black button-down, "I booked the upstairs dining room for privacy." 

"Who the hell told you t' do that?" Touya quirks a skeptical brow.

"Father was the one who suggested it."

"...That old dog." 

Natsuo rolls his eyes at the exchange before throwing his hands as he emerges from the closet. "Do you have any links that aren't emblazoned with U.A. High School's crest?"

The ones in Natsuo's hands have his graduation year on them.

Shoto winces.

"Want me to ask dear ol' dog of a dad?" Touya snarks from the corner, his posture becoming less and less upright as he scrolls on his phone.

"Already did," comes the soft voice of Fuyumi; she's smiling, padding into Shoto's room with a velvet box, "He offered up his nicest pair. He also says not to screw it up with Insight. He likes her."

Of course, he likes her. You worked under Endeavor for a brief work-study period during your third year. Shoto remembers hearing grumbled praise over dinner one night about your talent for de-escalation.

"You told him who I was seeing?" Shoto asks incredulously, taking the box and working the cufflinks on. He's starting to feel exasperated.

Fuyumi nods, popping down beside Touya. 

"He asked. I'm not gonna lie to him."

"Did y' tell ma?" Touya rasps, peeking up over his phone to inspect Shoto's outfit. Not half bad, honestly. He looks good in all black. A man after his own heart, "M'sure she's gonna be real excited—"

"Yes," Shoto grumbles, "I called her earlier—"

"Chiba Prep is a really good school, y'know," Natsuo buts in as he tries to find a tie that matches Shoto's outfit. Ultimately, though, the middle brother decides against it and tosses the options over his shoulder, "They're, like, on the leading edge for quirk therapies."

"Hey, nerd? Quiet down. The big kids are gossiping," Touya shirks, turning back to Shoto, "What did mum say?" 

"She wants me to call her after—"

"One, you're gonna call mum the morning after," Touya raises a finger, "Because if you don't get laid, I'll be so fuckin' disap—"

Fuyumi slaps Touya's chest. He lets out a pained yelp at the solid smack.

"Uh, ow," he rubs his sternum. "An' two, take a deep breath. You look like you're gonna shit yourself. Those are my pants and they're expensive."

Shoto lets out a long breath. 

Fuyumi's smile is sweet like honey. "Aw, Sho'! It's gonna go great. You two have known each other for such a long time, and catching up is going to be amazing. Just be yourself! Confident and kind—"

"—Hold the door open for her, and pull her chair out," Natsuo adds as he adjusts Shoto's collar for him, "Car door, too—"

It's Touya's turn. He's dead serious. "—And do not chicken out on kissing her at the end of the night. I swear to god."

Easier said than done.

You never did go pro.

Those years of hardened battle instincts have lost their edge. You try to remind yourself this is just Shoto, not The Shoto — but you're a little lost in the whole celebrity of it all when he picks you up in a very nice, sporty little car with ENDVRplates. 

You answer the door and he forgets how to breathe.

He has flowers for you. They're blue and blooming and beautiful. 

Fuyumi's contribution. 

You settled then you were going to kiss him at the end of the night.

The restaurant is... nice. Really nice. The sort of nice you could never aspire to experience on your teacher's salary. Even the valet is a concept that has your head spinning. But, Shoto handles it all with cool ease. The entire time, his hand is settled on your lower back. 

It feels like you've been lit on fire.

You're glad Momo was able to create a dress fitting for the occasion. It's sleek and black. Comfortable, too. Not much can be said for your heels on that front, but it's fine. 

Somehow, Shoto managed to book the entire upper floor of this place in all its glimmering glory — it's just the two of you alone in a sea of tables. 

The waiter is pouring you a glass of the chef's suggested pairing of sake.

You thank him, smile, and take a sip as Shoto unbuttons his suit jacket and watches you. 

For a second, you're seventeen again.

Sero and Kirishima were always in cahoots when it came to parties back then — somehow, between the two of them, they always managed to smuggle enough booze onto campus to obliterate any semblance of promised sobriety from even the most stoic members of 1-A. 

You remember one night, after a lot of hounding, you finally gave in and joined a few of your classmates on the back lawn for a few drinks. 

A few beers turned into a cup or two of wine, and then another big gulp of whatever deranged jungle juice concoction Kaminiari managed to cook up. It tasted terrible, but you were too drunk to really care. Shoto was no better. He was nursing his fourth drink of the night — a rarity he was even drinking at all — and seemed completely fine with the way your arms brushed as the two of you sat close in the grass. 

He was always so nervous around you. Now, he just seemed... happy. 

"I can't believe there is only one week left until graduation."

Graduation day was the last time you saw him. 

Until this morning, that is. 

You smile into your drink. 

"What?" you ask when his eyes never leave your face.

His fingers twitch towards his own glass. Shoto blinks, then rolls his jaw. He was caught staring. He clears his throat, looking a bit shy. "Nothing."

"Nothing?" you press playfully, cocking your head to the side.

"You..." he starts, then bawks. You're stunning, and it's making it hard to even think straight. He thought these feelings might have mellowed out over the years but seeing you again has just reignited everything. He feels like a hormonal teenager again, "You look beautiful."

Your expression falters into something lovesick. You chew your lip. "You're not so bad yourself, Todoroki."

He manages a half-smile. "Touya had me worried the suit was a bit much."

The idea of Touya offering him advice on his outfit strikes a chord in your heart. It makes you smile even bigger than before. "Well, you can tell Touya that I like it. A lot."

You rake your eyes up and down him. On purpose.

He notices.

Shoto's face feels hot. 

He tries to shake the bone-deep want that has swept his entire body up in its grip, but it's difficult when every single word out of your mouth reminds him just how in love��he was with you back in school. You explain, excitedly, why you chose to teach at Chiba Prefectural Prep and catch him up on where you've been living since graduating. He's pleased to learn you're still in the area, living in the city, and decidedly in love with the commute to the school. 

Shoto's always been a good listener — but you can see how much he's changed when he begins to speak about his career. He seems so much more sure of himself than he was all those years ago. It wasn't that he was... unsure... but, no. He was shy. Quiet.

Now, less so. 

It's adorable. 

Dinner comes and goes with conversation over sushi that is far too good for you to even process. It's easy talking to him. It was easy talking to Shoto back, then, too but... Things are different. You're both different. Not in a bad way, but in a way that feels like coming home. 

While you both wait outside for the valet, Shoto shrugs his jacket off and puts it over your shoulders without a single word. Suddenly, you're cradled in a warmth that's very Shoto — his cologne clings to the collar and you bury yourself a little deeper into it. 

Shyly, you step closer and steal his hand. It's calloused and warm. He laced his fingers with yours as if practiced. You bite back a grin. You give his hand a little squeeze when you spot the car coming around the corner.

His silence is calming — and he squeezes your hand back. When you look up at him, you realize he's already looking at you. 

His face is close. It's so... intimate. Very. Nearly better than a kiss. 

But, you've wanted to kiss Shoto Todoroki since you were seventeen. 

The valet driver interrupts the moment with a respectful call of Shoto's name and offers the keys with a shake of the hand. With a little bit of hesitancy, Shoto remembers the thing Natsuo said — the car door, too — and moves around the passenger side to open the door for you. 

It's sweet.

Really sweet. 

The car ride back to your apartment is punctuated with easy conversation — you ask him about Bakugo and Midorya, and you're pleased to hear they're both doing well. He asks about Momo, and if you still keep in touch with Mina and Ochaco. He smiles to himself when you admit you did call Momo for help with an outfit. 

"She did a beautiful job," Shoto breathes, a palm moving from the gear shift to brush over the dress' fabric on your thigh.

His hand settles there. 

Your stomach does a flip. 

You chew your lip, swallow down a sudden burst of nerves, and let your hand rest over his. You squeeze it. Shoto tries to focus on the road. His gaze drifts for a moment at a red light, his heterochromatic eyes dancing across your figure. 

Keep it together. 

He isn't seventeen.

He's twenty-five. He's a Professional Hero. One of the Top Ten in all of Japan. He's more than capable of keeping it together in the face of physical touch from the woman he's dreamed about for years. 

...Right?

Green light.

His hand is still on your thigh when he pulls up to your apartment. 

The touch is relinquished in favor of putting the sports car in park. 

It makes your chest ache.

Shoto swallows thickly.

Do not chicken out on kissing her at the end of the night.

He'll never forgive himself. But, admittedly, he's bad at this. He's not good at reading body language, or even knowing himself enough to realize he looks mildly terrified as you blink up at him in the passenger's seat. His heart is hammering a mile a minute.

What if you don't want to kiss him?

When would he even kiss you? Now? Or at the door?

Why does he feel like he's going to die?

"This was really... Shoto, are you okay?" you ask as you unbuckle your seatbelt; you pause, your brows knitting tightly. 

"What?" he asks, blinking back to the present moment. The look of fear disappears, "Sorry. Yes. I'm fine."

You're working his jacket off your shoulders, gently leaning to fold it neatly in your lap. Your voice dips low, into something playful. "You didn't look fine..."

"I—" Shoto clamps his mouth shut as he leans an elbow on the center console, "Sorry. I suppose I'm just nervous."

"Nervous?" you grin, a little giggle punctuating your words as you wriggle in the red, leather seat, "Why?"

Your expression makes his expression crack. He ducks his head as he huffs out a laugh. You continue to egg him on via expression alone. "I... Stop it."

"Stop what?" you push some more, your back pressed to the door as you face him in the car, "You're the one being weird—"

"I'm not being weird—"

"Then what's wrong, Shoto?" you tease in a sing-song voice.

"I'm nervous because I want to kiss you."

His words are punctuated by a slow look that takes in every inch of your face. Butterfly wings kiss your stomach walls. And your knees. You feel a little tremble in your chest. 

It feels like someone has sucker punched you square in the sternum. Shoto's no better. He isn't entirely sure what the expression on your face means. Is that... good? Are you happy?

Your voice is a little quieter now. You duck your head and fiddle with his suit jacket as you lean back against the seat, a little closer now. 

"You don't need to be."

Shoto's breath catches at that.

So, he makes his move.

His hand comes first — his calloused palm settles nicely against your face, his thumb brushing your cheekbone as his pointer finger brushes the underside of your jaw. Shoto is slow. Methodical. It's like he's trying to ground himself in the moment. 

Truth be told, he thinks he might be blacking out.

Your eyes flit up his wrist — a dark leather band around his wrist with an expensive watch face, a dark dress shirt with glimmering cufflinks, strong arms and a broad chest, and you can see the dip of his collarbone where the top two buttons of his shirt remain undone. 

He looks so damn handsome with his sharp jaw, pretty eyes, and his trademark white and crimson hair. Even his scar is beautiful. 

The touch pulls you in like he's got his own personal orbit.  

Your elbows are braced along the center console, your eyes flicking across his face as his fingers continue to brush along the soft expanse of your cheek. You wring your fingers together. 

Then, his eyes stick to your lips.

"Can I kiss you?" he whispers, his breath fanning across your face. 

You never did go pro.

But, Shoto did. 

It shows. 

Because, at this moment, all you can do is nod feebly before you're swept into the sort of kiss people go to war for. It's the sort of kiss that sticks to your ribs, that feels like warm, fresh food. It's the sort of kiss that would drive you to the brink, that would make you nod and agree sure, let's get married and have three kids, let's name one after your father, and paint the house blue like your mother's favorite flower—

His mouth is eager, but not in an overbearing way. It's gentle. Slow. As if he needs to remind himself this is real and not some midnight fiction that leaves him aching and alone. Shoto reminds himself to be tepid, pliable, and easy, which is easier said than done when somewhere deep inside of him there's a seventeen-year-old screaming in victory. 

It's better than anything he could have ever imagined. 

And then you whimper. 

It's a sound tied between bliss and relief and it's muttered against his mouth as you lean in and let your fingers brush the fabric of his dress shirt. The tips of your fingers brush his abdomen and he flexes, the feeling foreign and warm. It warrants his other hand to drift to your face and you break for a breath; he doesn't care that there's lipstick smeared across his mouth. He's kissing you again — this time a little bit more feverish, a little bit more aching. 

You melt against him, this time your hands trembling to grip his wrists.

He needs to slow down.

He is not having sex with you in his father's car.

That's shameless.

He needs to slow down.

He has to, or he'll lose himself in this and he refuses to fuck this up. 

Shoto's breath is ragged when he finally peels himself away, his lip parted and eyes half-lidded. His grip on your face is still so soft, so gentle. It's very him. 

You're glad you didn't do this when you were seventeen.

It would have permanently altered your brain chemistry, you're sure of it. How could you ever kiss someone else again after that? 

He's rubbing your cheek with his thumb. You swallow, and try to level out your breathing. It's hard when he's still so close, when he's so... perfect. 

"I've wanted to do that," he murmurs against your cheek, "Since our last year at Yuei."

A well-kissed smile breaks across your face. You reel back, your nose wrinkling as you shake your head in disbelief. Shoto is smiling. A real smile. The sort that's so rare you can count on one hand the amount of times you've ever seen it in person. 

"Are you serious?"

"Very," he says, chastely pressing another to your other cheek as he leans back.

"Me too," you admit shyly, "Can we... do it again sometime?"

Shoto's eyes widen incrementally. Then, his smile eases back onto his face. 

"Are you free this weekend?"

"I can be," you reply easily with a honeyed look, "And I will be. For you."

"I get off patrol on Saturday around seven," he explains before asking timidly, "We could... do dinner again?"

"Works for me," you breathe as you move for the handle of the car door, "After all, I never went Pro. Weekends are free."

Shoto scoffs. 

Then, as you open the door and swing a leg out:

"Oh, and tell Touya I thought the suit sexy."

Shoto's laugh is dry. You leave his jacket on the seat and scurry into your apartment with a lovesick wave. He swears he sees the silhouette of a familiar ponytail greet you at the door, but he doesn't dwell on it. He waits until you're inside and the lights to the front door are shut off.

Then it hits him. He has another date with you this weekend. 

Not so seventeen anymore, Shoto Todoroki. 

[obsessedbyneon]

The Nichigeki (Nippon) Japan Theater in Sukiyabashi, Tokyo, 1978. This iconic Art Deco building survived World War 2 but existed from 1933 until 1981. It's replacement didn't last long, it was shut down in 2018.

Above: 1975, when Jaws premiered.

Above: the theater around 1963.

[ozzgin]

It's Christmas Eve, and you wake up to a baby outside of your home. Your yakuza friends quickly come to your rescue, and thus begins your journey of finding the baby's parents. Daitou ponders his own future family with you. content: female reader, violence, mentions of pregnancy, based on Tokyo Godfathers

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You stare at the little basket in disbelief.

On the front steps of your apartment complex, a lone baby is crying and shuffling in the bundle of stale sheets. The event would've been baffling enough by itself; even more incredulous is that someone has decided to drop an infant in the middle of a yakuza quarter, in winter, during a gang war. You glance at the bullet holes left in the entrance wall with pursed lips.

You do the only reasonable thing that comes to mind: call Daitou.

As you settle the baby in your much warmer living room, you hear the door rattle. Daitou barges in, face pale as a sheet. Behind him, Kazuya struggles to catch his breath.

“Why- Why didn’t you tell me,” he shouts, collapsing to his knees.

“What? I literally just did,” you argue, eyeing him in confusion.

Kazuya pats his friend’s shoulder, giving you an awkward smile.

“Just my two cents, (Y/N) love, but perhaps telling him ‘I have a baby’ wasn’t the smartest idea. I didn’t have time to explain the logical fallacies to him.”

Indeed, it was a speedy affair. They were hanging out at the headquarter across the street when Daitou answered your panicked call. He nodded, hung up, then sprang out of his seat, bemoaning that he’s the biggest dumbass on this Earth. How could he have missed the fact he’d gotten you pregnant? When did it happen? Was it a surprise birth? There was no time to consider the logistics – he ran, and ran, indifferent to Kazuya’s desperate pleads to listen.

“Oh my God,” you whine, ruffling his hair. “I found the baby, you idiot. Outside my apartment. It was there, in a basket. I hear it crying this morning and went downstairs to see what’s happening.”

The dark-haired man swings his head back up, having finally connected the dots. The movement is so abrupt, his prosthetic eye plops out and rolls away inconspicuously. You catch it before it reaches the edge of the sofa.

“So, what now?” the blonde man is the first one to break the silence. “Does it have a return address?”

“Nothing,” you confess. “We should figure something out; I don’t have any food or diapers.”

“We could keep it,” Daitou mutters mainly to himself. Maybe it was fate, y’know? Or something like that.

“Yeah? Are you going to breastfeed it, momma?” Kazuya groans, flicking his friend. “A stray cat caring for another stray.”

He’s about to place a cigarette in his mouth, but you slap it away and angrily gesture towards the baby. Ah, yes. Of course. He stuffs it back into his pocket, and continues:

“I say we take the kiddo over to our brothel. Plenty of girls that’ll have a better idea.”

You nod thoughtfully. Kazuya’s mom is one of those girls. How many children came out of this business, you wonder? You wrap the infant back into its sheets, and carefully lift the basket.

The street is suspiciously empty as you make your way to the soapland. Well, it’s Christmas Eve, after all. You recall last year’s Family event, when you met Boss for the first time. Back then you were pouring sake for all the underground elite, now you’re carrying an abandoned baby around. It seems that peaceful holidays aren’t something you can enjoy with the yakuza.

In an immaculately ironic timing to your complaint, a loud, thundering sound flashes past your ears. Before you can turn around, you feel Daitou’s brawny arm around your waist, effortlessly lifting you in the air. You let out a quick, involuntary shriek.

“Keep your head down,” he barks, suddenly grim and serious.

Kazuya mutters a curse under his breath, swiftly turning on his heels and shooting at targets out of your sight. You’ve been caught in one of the armed conflicts.

What a day, you think, hands gripped tightly around the basket. The baby is crying, the bullets are pouring. Daitou is holding you with one arm, the other is occasionally returning the shots.

“You get used to it,” you whisper to the infant. “I’m telling you now, there’s no better company than these two.”

It’s probably better to not be involved in the first place, of course, but if you do find yourself caught in gangster business...Kazuya and Daitou are your guarantee to survival.

Eventually, after what feels like an eternity, your feet touch the ground once more. The matron of the brothel hurries over, fanning herself and tugging at the collar of her kimono.

“My, what a mess. I hope you managed to put a few holes in those rascals,” she says in a husky voice. One can immediately guess she’s a heavy smoker.

She notices your unusual package.

“What’s that?”

“Haven’t you heard? (Y/N) and Daitou are parents,” Kazuya announces with gravity.

The rest of the women gather around, gasping and cheering. You elbow the blonde man, furrowing your brows in annoyance.

“Nonsense. This baby was dropped this morning in front of my building. We thought we’d-”

“Ah!”

One of the women steps forward, inspecting the basket with trembling hands. She narrates the story to you: her friend – the mother – was involved with one of the rival Family members. She’d planned on running away with her partner, you see, but escaping the biggest yakuza branch with a baby in the backseat wasn’t an easy task. She begged to drop the newborn in her friend’s care before her departure. They’d decided on a locker by the train station to perform the unusual exchange.

“I waited for hours, but she never arrived,” the woman concludes. “My God, I thought the poor kid froze to death in one of the postal boxes. She must’ve gone for the nearest convenient hideout!”

You hand her the bundle, and she scurries towards the neighbouring room to do a proper health check. Daitou follows her movements in silence.

“Don’t tell me you wanted to keep it,” you joke.

Kazuya jumps in with a smirk:

“Are you kidding me? He probably planned a whole family trip on the way here.”

The yakuza coughs dryly, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

“D-don’t be ridiculous, man. If we’re done here, I’ll be taking miss (Y/N) home.”

The idea of starting a family with you has crossed his mind, certainly. On the other hand, Daitou isn’t in a rush by any means. He’s rather enjoying the current arrangement, and he loves having you as the most important thing in his life.

“Oh, will you be staying over?” you turn towards your boyfriend. “I haven’t finished wrapping your presents.”

He twirls the glass eye nervously. If you ask him, he’s already gotten the deal of a lifetime. You.

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Imagine Being Bonten's Receptionist (Bonten x F Reader) - Tokyo Revengers

PART 8: NEW MEMBER OF THE FAMILY

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE

You’re back at your desk. Brighter. Still quiet, but not in that hollow way anymore. Your favourite mug is full. You even begin humming again. The guys haven’t said anything about that night, and you haven’t asked. But something has shifted. Kakucho brings your coffee every morning now without saying a word. Ran asks you dumb questions just to hear you laugh. Koko upgraded the building’s security and your door lock. And Sanzu, well, Sanzu's been behaving… suspiciously well.

Then one afternoon, you hear a soft knock on the reception counter. You look up from the computer and blink, there’s a tiny black carrier sitting on the ledge. Inside, a kitten. Fluffy, wide-eyed, silver-grey fur with darker paws, peering out like it already owns the place.

Rindou’s the one standing there. He had his hands in his pockets. Shrugging like this wasn’t a huge deal, ‘It’s a rescue,’ he mumbles, ‘kinda grumpy. Scratched Ran. Already house-trained. Good with plants. They said her last owner bailed.’

You blink at the kitten. The kitten meows, soft and insistent, ‘…What’s her name?’

Ran appears from behind the divider, rubbing a scratched hand, ‘they named her Bonten,’ he smirks, ‘thought it was fate.’

You stare, and then you laugh. A real one — bubbling out of you like it’s been trapped for weeks, ‘Bonten?’ you echo, leaning closer.

The kitten bumps its nose to the mesh.

‘You little monster,’ she whispers, unlocking the crate.

The kitten crawls into her lap immediately. Like it belongs there. And maybe it does.

The rest of the boys pretend they’re too cool to care. Sanzu loudly declares he hates cats, then leaves a toy mouse on her desk the next day. Takeomi says, ‘Animals are a distraction,’ then shows you how to make homemade chicken treats. Mikey says nothing, but pets Bonten the kitten whenever he walks past, gaze softening for just a second.

You don’t cry anymore, you just scratch under the kitten’s chin and say softly, ‘You're gonna be safe here, okay?’

And maybe you're not just talking to the cat. You just couldn’t imagine the chaos this little fluffy bundle of joy was going to bring to the office in the coming days.

It’s a typical morning in the Bonten office: chaos, paperwork, and the hum of the air conditioning.

The tiny ball of fluff has somehow managed to claim Sanzu’s chair as her new territory. She’s sitting there smugly, tail flicking lazily, while Sanzu stands with his arms crossed, clearly at war.

‘That’s my chair,’ Sanzu growls, trying to act like he’s above this.

The kitten stares at him.

He takes a step forward. She blinks, ‘Move, little monster,’ he demands, but the kitten just meows — loud, high-pitched, almost like she’s mocking him.

Sanzu gasps, ‘You’re seriously not gonna—?’

Without warning, she launches herself at his face, claws out. Sanzu stumbles backwards, barely managing to dodge the kitten’s attack.

‘The hell!?’ he shouts

Ran is leaning casually against the doorframe, a smirk on his face as he watches Sanzu struggle, ‘Maybe she doesn’t like your attitude.’

Rindou chuckles from behind him, barely holding it together, ‘The poor thing is just trying to claim her spot. Why don’t you let her?’

Sanzu glares at both of them but finds himself unable to stop a reluctant grin. ‘Fine, she wins. But this is my chair.’

He turns to walk off, but the kitten jumps down with a whisk of fur and follows him. The guys watch as she trots after him, a new tiny shadow under his feet.

Mikey doesn’t do soft. Not in the traditional sense. His gaze is always sharp. His presence is commanding. But when it comes to Bonten, the kitten… there’s an entirely different side of him.

The office is eerily quiet. Everyone’s busy with paperwork, but there's one thing they all notice: Mikey has the kitten curled up on his chest, her little head resting peacefully against his neck, purring softly.

Sanzu raises an eyebrow, casually leaning against the desk, ‘What are you doing?’

Mikey looks up, his usual smug grin replaced with something far more relaxed, ‘Nothing. Just letting her nap.’

Ran snickers from the doorway, ‘Since when did you become a cat person?’

Mikey shrugs, but it’s a far too relaxed motion. He scratches under the kitten’s chin, and her tiny paws flex in contentment, ‘She’s just peaceful,’ Mikey murmurs, more to himself than anyone else.

The guys exchange knowing looks, but no one says anything. Mikey wouldn’t appreciate anyone teasing him about his soft spot for the kitten, so they stay quiet.

Koko rolls his eyes from across the room, ‘That damn kitten’s got us all wrapped around her paw.’

And Mikey doesn’t even deny it.

Takeomi, usually the cold, pragmatic one, has a new hobby. And no one can say they’re not surprised when it involves cat treats.

One day, he’s in the office kitchen, the sound of clinking pans filling the air. Koko walks in, eyes narrowing when he sees Takeomi carefully measuring ingredients, ‘What are you doing?’

Takeomi glances up with a smirk, ‘Making something for Bonten.’

‘You mean the cat?’ Koko looks horrified, ‘Are you baking for a cat?’

Takeomi shrugs nonchalantly, but there’s a small smile playing on his lips. ‘She’s good for morale. And the kitten likes homemade treats.’

There’s a long silence before Koko cocks his head, ‘You know what? At least it’s not murder. You’ll be a decent dad one day, I think.’

Takeomi glares, ‘Shut up.’

But his little soft spot is out in the open now.

It’s the end of the day. Everyone is wrapping up. And there’s a rare moment of peace in the office. You’re at your desk, Bonten the kitten curled up in your lap, purring happily. The office is emptying. Then Mikey, ever the unpredictable one, stops by.

‘You know, it’s weird,’ Mikey says, looking at the kitten, then you, ‘You’ve got everyone in the palm of your hand, don’t you?’

You look at him with a knowing smile, rubbing the kitten’s ears as you shift the papers on her desk, ‘They all act tough, but they’re soft on the inside.’

‘Hm,’ Mikey smirks, ‘Well, guess that means you’ve got Bonten in the palm of your hand now.’

The kitten looks up at you, gives a single soft meow, and yawns — and that’s enough for you and Mikey to fall silent. The kitten has them all wrapped around her tiny, fuzzy paw. And they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sanzu occasionally steals her chair. Takeomi secretly brings her treats every day. Koko sets up a tracking system for her favourite toys. Mikey naps with her on his chest. Ran gives her extra treats when no one’s looking. Rindou spoils her with the best catnip. And Kakucho? Well, he makes sure no one ever gets near her without permission. Bonten’s a family. And this little ball of fur is their newest — and most chaotic — member.

[andy-15-07]

Hii<3 could you please write a pedro pascal x reader where he brought his gf to Japan with him for the Star Wars event and while the interview asked him about his gf she shouts from behind the scenes "te amo pedrito" and Coco is there too filming the whole thing 😂🫶🏻

“Te amo, Pedrito!”

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT:1347 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

You step off the private jet into the balmy Tokyo night, heart fluttering like the neon lights all around you. Pedro stands a half-beat ahead, hand curled around yours, hair tousled perfectly,as if he’d just stepped off a set rather than a twelve-hour flight. You squeeze his fingers, the glittering cityscape reflecting in his chocolate-brown eyes.

“Welcome to Japan,” he murmurs, voice low enough only you can hear. His accent warms you like a cozy blanket as he draws you toward the waiting SUVs. “I figured we could do sushi first, then I’ll show you around Shibuya.”

You grin, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Lead the way, señor Pascal.”

The next morning dawns bright and clear, and you find yourself sipping matcha latte across from Pedro’s long-time hairstylist and friend, Coco, at a minimalist café in Roppongi. Coco’s phone is already propped up, camera rolling as she chats in Japanese and English about the best ramen spots.

“Y/N, do you like your matcha sweet?” Coco asks, eyes twinkling behind her bold frames.

“It’s perfect,” you reply, lifting the silky green foam to your lips. The café’s gentle hum wraps around you like a lullaby,far different from the roar of adoring fans gathering at the convention center across town.

“And you,” Coco pivots to Pedro, curling a strand of his hair around her finger like a benevolent sorceress, “are you excited for the Star Wars event tonight?”

Pedro laughs, his shoulders shaking in that infuriatingly adorable way. “More than a little. But honestly, I’m more excited that my fabulous girlfriend is here with me.”

Coco winks at you. “See? I told him he needed to bring you along for moral support. And for me to get new TikTok material.”

You laugh, but your cheeks warm. Pedro’s eyes flick to you, shining. “She’s right,you’re my lucky charm, y’know.”

Backstage at the Tokyo International Forum, the buzz is electric. You trail just behind Pedro, Coco following with her phone held high, capturing every behind-the-scenes moment. Actors, directors, and cosplayers weave through the corridors, and you glimpse familiar faces from the Star Wars saga,Daisy Ridley, Oscar Isaac,each greeting Pedro with enthusiasm.

“It’s like a family reunion,” you whisper to him, adjusting the hem of your sleek black jumpsuit.

Pedro grins, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “That’s exactly what it is. But it wouldn’t be complete without you here.”

Coco catches the two of you in the frame and giggles. “You two are too cute. Should I live-stream this?”

“Not everything,” you tease, nudging Pedro’s ribs.

Suddenly, a voice calls your name in clipped English: “Mr. Pascal? Are you ready for your interview?”

Pedro straightens his blazer, slipping his hand into yours one last time. “Always.” He winks at you before stepping into the bright studio lights.

The interviewer, a poised Japanese-American host named Akiko, smiles warmly. You watch from the side, arms crossed over your chest, as cameras roll. Coco crouches behind you, angling her phone to catch your reactions and the “bloopers” she’s sure will happen.

“Pedro, welcome back to Tokyo,” Akiko begins in Japanese, switching seamlessly to English. “You’ve just wrapped filming on the new Star Wars series, and tonight you’re here for the world premiere. But more importantly,” she eyes your seat at the side of the set, “you brought someone special with you.”

Pedro’s grin deepens. “I did. This is Y/N,my partner in crime, life, and now, Star Wars promotions.”

You stand, heart thundering, and wave. The cameras briefly cut to you; in that moment, your cheeks flush under the studio lights.

“Welcome, Y/N,” Akiko says, gesturing to an empty chair beside her. “How does it feel to be here in Tokyo?”

You swallow, remembering your practiced line, but the kitschy atmosphere and press of expectations dissolve the moment you speak. “It’s incredible. The city is gorgeous, the food is beyond my wildest dreams, and,” you pause to glance at Pedro, who’s leaning forward, rapt, “,having Pedro by my side makes it all the more magical.”

Pedro reaches out, covering your hand with his. His thumb strokes your knuckles and time slows. Coco’s phone light winks at you from behind the host’s desk.

Akiko smiles. “Pedro, I heard a rumor that someone,who may or may not be off camera,is a big Star Wars fan. Care to confirm?”

Pedro raises an eyebrow. “I have no idea what you mean.”

The camera widens to include the backstage area. You’re standing with Coco, who mouths “I love you” obnoxiously loud, framing you both in her shot.

Then, from just out of view, your voice rings clear as a bell: “Te amo, Pedrito!”

The soft hush of the studio is replaced by a ripple of laughter. Pedro’s jaw drops, eyes darting to you, then to the cameras.

You, equally surprised by your own boldness, flush a brilliant shade of crimson and give him an exaggerated pout. “Didn’t you want to know if your girlfriend is a Star Wars fan?”

Pedro bursts into laughter, the kind that makes his chest shake and his eyes sparkle. “I love you,” he calls back, gesturing to the host. “That’s my girlfriend,has been since 2019, by the way, on and off set, through bad lighting and good.”

Akiko’s laughter mingles with everyone else’s. “Well, that’s about the sweetest off-camera moment we’ve ever had on this show. Thank you, Y/N!”

You sink into the chair beside Akiko, cheeks still burning, as Coco quietly cheers behind the camera. Pedro leans in, low enough that only you can hear: “That was perfect.”

You grin, sliding your hand into his. “Anything for you, mi amor.”

After the interview, you and Pedro are whisked away to the red carpet. Flashbulbs pop, reporters call out questions, and fans chant his name in Japanese and English. All the while, you lean into him, his warmth a shield against the frenzied excitement.

Coco dances around you both, phone still filming, muttering in Japanese about how she’s going to have to make a two-minute highlight reel of “Y/N’s love confession,” complete with slo-mo and dramatic music.

Later, when the event winds down and you’re back in your hotel suite overlooking the city lights, Pedro pours two glasses of sake. You clink glasses, the amber liquid catching the glow of Tokyo’s skyline.

“To you,” Pedro says, voice husky. “For making my life brighter than any star in a galaxy far, far away.”

You take a sip, then set your glass down, rising onto your toes to capture his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. “To us.”

He wraps his arms around you, backbone flexing as he pulls you flush against him. “I can’t wait for our next adventure,” he murmurs.

You rest your head against his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. “Me neither, Pedrito.”

Coco’s door-knock rings through the suite, and you both pull back just enough for Pedro to answer it. Coco stands there, phone in hand, eyes dancing.

“Sorry to interrupt,” she says with mock seriousness, “but I’ve already edited that highlight reel. Shall I post?”

Pedro groans dramatically, burying his face in your hair. “Coco, you’re the devil, but I love you.”

You laugh, tugging Pedro’s hand. “Come on, devil hairstylist, let’s see it.”

Coco pushes past you, tapping play. The video starts with your shy wave on camera, cuts to Pedro’s stunned laugh, then to your shouted confession,“Te amo, Pedrito!”,in glorious slo-mo, overlaid with dreamy harp music. Comments pop up instantly: “Couple goals!” “Pedro Pascal, you’re so lucky!” “I need more Y/N content!”

You tuck your hair behind your ear, cheeks blazing again, but Pedro just scoops you into his arms and turns to Coco. “What would I do without you?”

She laughs, looping an arm around Pedro’s waist. “You’d be boring, that’s what. Now, come on,let’s party.”

And so you step into the glow of your shared spotlight, hearts in perfect sync, ready for whatever comes next,because no matter how many galaxies separate you from home, here, at Pedro’s side, you’ve already found the brightest star of all.