#Toman's uniform is his choice of life

[bones4thecats]

When Their S/O Is A Member Of Tenjiku

Type of Writing: #3 - Poll Result Characters: Izana Kurokawa, Kakucho, Shion Madarame, and Hanma Shuji Name: When Their S/O Is A Member Of Tenjiku Original Poll Link: Here

A/N: I have a massive headache rn, and my classes are kicking my ass... thankfully I can still write though! Ha! Fuck you math!

Spoilers for: Tenjiku Arc

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🎴 You and him were fairly similar when it came to your lives

🎴 Years ago, you both had met at his orphanage, since your parents were getting troubled with raising you, they had no choice but to leave you in their care

🎴 Due to this, you, him, and Kakucho, all grew up creating this kingdom you imagined, one that you guys named Tenjiku

🎴 The two boys and you trained for years together, growing similar styles of hitting and kicking, you guys all banded together after leaving that old place and grew to make your dreams real

🎴 Now, just because you are a founding member and are hailed as the '(Ruler) of Tenjiku', that doesn't stop your boyfriend from being protective

🎴 If Izana is as obsessed with you as he is with getting revenge on Mikey, you better believe you're going to be far from in danger

🎴 Whenever a fight emerges, Izana would pledge to put his own life in danger to protect you, and he did once

🎴 During the fight of Tenjiku vs Toman, hearing the sound of him ordered Kakucho dead made you leap into action, grabbing Kisaki's gun and pulling it away to order one of your personal followers to destroy it

🎴 While Kisaki was about to stab you, Izana kicked him away while ordering Tenjiku to flee, saying the fight was over, due to the alert of police arriving

🎴 You're a strong fighter, yes, but, much like with most of the Tokyo Revengers characters, he will still be protective over you

🎴 He also loves looking at you in the uniform, it was very close in appearance to his, though, yours was slightly longer with the coat and your pants were a hint tighter

🎴 Izana also enjoys to fight with you by his sides, the only time he'll ever not be protective over you is when he knows that you can whoop your enemy's ass, and most of the time, you do

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🍂 He is far looser when it comes to being protective over you

🍂 If you can handle most of the members of Tenjiku, you can definitely handle yourself against other gang members that try attacking you

🍂 Kakucho and you grew up best friends with Izana, from the moment you got out of the orphanage to the day you created Tenjiku, you were always beside your friends

🍂 Unlike Izana, Kakucho trusts you when you jump into a fight, you know your limitations better than anyone else ever could, it was your body after all

🍂 Now, more like Izana, he does like seeing you in the uniform, especially when you would slap on his jacket above your own to prove you could handle it when fighting

🍂 He obviously play-fights with you, and it makes every passerby's heart melt seeing two of the strongest members of Tenjiku mess around like a love-struck teenage couple, which you kinda are

🍂 If anyone gives you trouble, such as Ran or Rindou, he always jumps in, despite your protests

🍂 Whenever you guys get into fights, he tries keeping an eye on you no matter where he is

🍂 He may drift a hint farther away from you than intended, but, he always, always, has an eye on you, whether it be from one of his followers or from his own self

🍂 After he got injured at the Tenjiku vs Toman fight, you visit his hospital room to help him heal his emotional trauma, after all, watching your best friend sacrifice himself for you, nearly dying yourself, and seeing your S/O get injured from being stabbed and shot in the leg for escape isn't pleasurable

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🌪️ With Shion, everyone is scared how you're with this guy

🌪️ He's literally called 'Mad Dog' because of how bloodthirsty and mind-driven insane he is! Many wonder what the hell you found attractive about him

🌪️ Unlike Shion, you were an angel, you would help the injured members after a fight, since you rarely ever had to jump in to rescue any, and when you did, you would just throw a distraction in

🌪️ Perhaps that's why he first noticed you, you were so graceful with your attacks while he was more blunt and rough

🌪️ Shion is extremely possessive and protective of you, the only feeling this guy has ever had for years of being a delinquent was a thirst for blood and complete anger

🌪️ Whenever you end up fighting, he gets himself out of his own ordeal to get the guy attacking you down, you were his top priority to keep safe, he could care less about himself

🌪️ Speaking of which, because of that motto, he gets injured constantly

🌪️ For an example, when you guys were arrested after watching Izana die and Kakucho get wheeled off to the hospital, you guys would try sending letters to one another, or try talking while in juvie

🌪️ Even while you're in juvie, he gets into fights to make sure all the other members know you're his and nobody else's

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☠️ Crazy hot duo? Crazy hot duo.

☠️ Hanma is described as an adrenaline junkie, and whenever asked, you would describe him with these main terms; chaotic, flirty- yet caring, a definite adrenaline junkie, and a solid protector

☠️ You have been involved with Kisaki's plans ever since Hanma was, since you were just as good of an ally as your boyfriend was

☠️ Being involved with those plans put you in a ton of danger, and, despite Hanma giving you the option of leaving after each checkpoint, you denied him

☠️ You were there when Baji joined Valhalla, you were there watching from the nearby roof as Kisaki killed Emma, you were even there when the Tenjiku vs Toman assault began

☠️ As Hanma grabbed Kisaki and drove away, you followed, hidden away from Draken and Takemichi on their own bikes, making sure you weren't getting caught by the police like your old allies

☠️ Watching as the bike crashed, probably due to Kisaki's panicking, since, if Takemichi and Draken take him and Hanma down, they could be in jail for a while, oh who am I kidding? Probably for life, they did kill Mikey's sister and plan other things, after all

☠️ You noticed that Draken's bikie wasn't nearby so you stopped yours and began to sneak where Hanma and the braid-wearing blonde fought

" Hanma? Hun, you there? " " Either it's me or I've possessed some else's body. "

☠️ Chuckling as you turned the corner, you covered your mouth and kneeled to help him up, whipping the blood from his forehead with a cloth you carried, you giggled lightly as he cocked an eyebrow

" What's so funny, ya' like seeing your boyfriend injured or somethin'? " " Not really, but I cannot lie when I say this, you're hot with blood on you. " " I don't look hot without blood on me? " " Lord, here we go again... "

[kazutora-kurokawa]

pooks, I just read the vamp!baji x vamp!reader and chifuyu asking them to turn him so they could be friends forever is so cute!! (>o<)

sooooo....I sort of have a request for that specifically??

imagine chifuyu asking over and over again for them to turn him, but they keep rejecting him, and when he accidently gets into a life-threatening issue! reader finally turns him because they were so scared to lose chifuyu?? (>n<')

Vampire!Baji x Vampire!Reader pt.2: Turning Chifuyu

♡ SFW for the most part, fem reader, cursing, fighting/jumping, use of weapons (a knife), mentions of bodily harm, bleeding out and necrosis, near death experience, mega angst for a bit but also instant comfort at the end ♡

note: omgg I don't even wanna imagine Fuyu being in danger fr, he's been through enough in the manga 😭 but for the sake of writing I'll do it

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You and Baji had been turning Chifuyu down for forever, no way in hell were either of you gonna turn him into a vampire, regardless of how much he begged and pleaded. That all changed when Chifuyu, being his idiotic, stubborn self, decided to get into a fight with a random guy. His reasoning? They badmouthed Baji. Totally valid reasoning to get into a fight (in his opinion). What he wasn't expecting was the four other guys that popped up out of nowhere. A one-on-five? He was absolutely outnumbered and getting jumped for sure.

That's how he ended up at your doorstep, his Toman uniform torn and blood gushing from his side. You immediately brought him into the house, calling out for Baji from the living room. As soon as Baji saw him, he panicked.

"What the hell Chifuyu? What happened? Who did this?"

"He's in pain Kei! Stop bombarding him with questions."

"Sorry sorry."

Baji helps you lay him on the couch, propping his head up on a pillow as you take his uniform off to assess the extent of his injuries. The two of you can immediately see the amount of damage, even though it was only one stab wound the area around it was severely warm and took on a dark color as if his body was already going through the process of necrosis.

"Shit. Shit. Shit."

"You aren't helping!"

"I'm sorry! I don't know what the fuck to do y/n!"

"...Kei.."

"Y/n...no."

"Kei.."

"No, absolutely not. You are not turning him!"

"We don't have a choice!"

"Yes we do! We can take him to the hospital."

"And risk him dying on the way there? Hell no!"

"Fuck! Okay okay, just do it!"

You take a deep breath, apologizing to a barely conscious Chifuyu in advance for any pain you cause before biting down on his neck. You stay there for a few moments, praying that you did it fast enough. You unhook your fangs from his neck, pulling back as his body starts twitching. As Chifuyu comes to, he looks around the room, his unfocused eyes settling on you and Baji.

"What's going on?"

All you two can do is hug him, holding him as tightly as possible. Baji lets out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding, his grip on Chifuyu loosening a bit.

"Is someone gonna tell me what the heck is happening?"

"You're okay..."

"We thought you were gonna croak on us dude.."

"Huh? What happened?"

"You almost died man!"

"WHAT!"

You instinctively cover your ears as Chifuyu yells, his voice echoing through the room.

"Sorry y/n, didn't mean to be so loud...wait if I almost died, then how am I not dead?"

You remain silent, letting Baji break the news.

"Y/n had to bite you to save you... you're a vampire now..."

"I'm a vampire?...I'm a vampire."

"Yeah..." "Yup.."

"That means... we're friends forever!"

Chifuyu jumps up from the couch excitedly, pulling you and Baji into a tight hug.

"Oh god, an eternity with you? I rather be staked through the heart."

"Great, I'm stuck with you two dorks forever."

Chifuyu only hugs you two tighter.

"This is awesome! Do you think we could make Peke J into a vampire too? An immortal cat would be so cool!"

"Absolutely not" "Absolutely not"

"Pleeeease?"

You lean against Baji's shoulder, laughing softly at Chifuyu's begging before turning your attention to the couch, stained with his blood.

"I'll turn Peke J."

"Really?!" "What?"

"Only if you replace the couch though."

"Done!"

"You cannot be serious...I don't think I can handle an eternity of this."

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[akyivanov]

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟑𝟗

Tɑkɑshi Mitsuyɑ & Drɑken friendship (pt.2)

- my analysis -

This new chapter has divided me in half, because I'm not sure I understand where Wakui is taking Mitsuya's character now, but my mind hasn't changed since the previous post. Draken and Mitsuya have the most beautiful friendship; so deep, so unique, so painful now. Sorry, I know so few people who follow the manga that I have to use tumblr as my personal diary.

The tribute to Draken was awesome.

The clothes and their fabrics, the colour association, the story of the two dragons....it was all so beautiful. I hadn't seen any spoilers before the chapter came out and when I saw this scene I cried. Everything was studied down to the smallest detail, from the models who looked like Draken and Takashi to the meanings of the related words. The white dragon seeking fame to the sky and the black dragon falling to earth in search of love. I think the meaning was double, because the white one searching for fame should be Mitsuya but in reality emotionally he is the black one. While, the black one who has fallen and can no longer shine is Draken but paradoxically he is freer than Takashi who struggles with himself. Takashi saw in Draken a point of reference, he would follow him anywhere and this has not changed, like the yin that cannot exist without the yang, one part of Takashi cannot exist without the other half. Takashi preferred to follow Draken's last wish, not the one told to him but Draken's own wish: to continue in the gang world for Mikey. 

Wakui has always had a talent, drawing emotions on his characters and Mitsuya in this chapter is a great example of the painful decision he made at the end. 

It had been said, Mitsuya doesn't like competitions and awards but he could have accepted the award and helped Takemichi anyway. But, Takashi has always had a great quality (or defect, depending on your point of view) of wanting to help and put others first before himself. It was a foregone conclusion that he would help Takemichi, but that doesn't justify refusing the award. 

The judge who yelled at him angrily was right: Takashi is ruining his future with that decision. Yes, talent is not conditioned by an award but his irreverent approach to such an important event will taint him for life. If at first I didn't understand such a choice of Wakui, reading the chapter again I got a different idea.

Takashi is aware of the consequences.

This panel expresses that.

Takashi knows this but has agreed to ruin everything in him life in order to confront Mikey and in a way do justice to Draken. In the second half of the chapter he changed his attitude, it was as if Takashi was no longer Takashi. The rejection and the apology bow were still his but the next sentences, that way of smiling, that way of talking didn't belong to his character but to the friend who is no longer there. 

Takashi reminded me of Draken in the ending.

Offending a public event so blatantly...no, it wasn't him.  Takashi went back to hiding behind his cheeky smile, I think the insult to the award was to convince himself that he wasn't making a mistake going down that road. Because he has always been divided between two realities, the delinquent one and the "good" one in which with his forces alone he could have obtained a lot of success. Takashi wanted to eliminate that dividing line by suppressing himself for a friendship that changed his life. He insults the world that would have welcomed him as a successful designer for not rejecting his second family, the gang guys. He insults the jury to make his choice less painful, a way to follow Draken as he always wanted to do.

But at the end of it all, Takemichi realized something that Draken had realized many years before: Mitsuya does not belong in the world of dilenquents, and I am now afraid.

Wakui I know you're going there.

Please don't kill him.

Tɑkɑshi Mitsuyɑ & Drɑken friendship (pt.1)

[espressokiri]

Sister Always Has Your Back

 Kawata twins x Sister!reader

In which Souya and Y/n get ambushed on their day out.

Warnings: violence, language

Genre: fluff

“Do we have to go out, Y/n?” Souya whined as he stretched his limbs, walking alongside his elder sister. “Do you not want to spend time with me, Souya?” Y/n pouted as she side eyed the male next to her, Souya panicked and immediately shot down the accusation.

“No! I do, I just thought we could laze around at home.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “you troublesome twins are always out and about, but when it’s my turn to go out with one of you it’s a problem.” She tsk’d before continuing on with their journey to the ice cream parlour.

Nahoya had been called over for a captain meeting, leaving out Souya, so Y/n had decided to spend the day with her youngest brother. It was rare for both twins to be separate but when they are, Y/n would always fill in their time with hangouts. It’s not like she see’s them everyday.

“Could have not worn the uniform, brother dearest.” Glancing at the Toman uniform with a displeased face, Souya grunted and knocked his shoulder lightly upon her’s, “I’m more comfortable in this.”

“We should get matching sibling outfits, it’d be cute.” Y/n hummed, looking at the array of clothing on display at the local boutique as they passed by it. Souya’s eyebrow twitched at the idea, “hell no.”

Y/n looked at him offended, “you literally have a carbon copy of yourself! But matching outfits with your sister is crossing the line? For shame.”

Souya looked at Y/n with amusement glinting in his eyes, holding onto the hem of her sweater with his hand. 

Y/n wanted to coo at the male, she was proud of her twin brothers and loved to coddle them when they had the time to hangout. She would give her life for theirs if the situation ever came. Souya may have taken over the favourite twin title though due to his adorable nature, he would often cling onto Y/n in the subtlest ways in public, it was even more noticeable in private. Nahoya on the other hand, was a typical annoying brother. He always overdid the over-protective brother title with both Y/n and Souya. Y/n and him would often get into petty fights with Y/n claiming victory due to their older sibling and only girl in the family status. Y/n did love both equally though, they were her star and moon while she was their galaxy. 

They would always come back to her when they got into gang fights, Y/n providing first aid whenever they required it. Y/n would also stay awake during the nights they were away for fighting, she never condoned this gang of theirs but she won’t hold them back. If anything were to happen to either of them, she would unleash hell.

“What flavour do you want, Souya?” Y/n asked him softly, glancing behind her as the male held onto the back of her shirt and stayed half hidden. “Chocolate.” He muttered, looking at the different flavours through the display glass. 

“He’ll have a scoop of chocolate in a cone with some rainbow coloured sprinkles!”

Souya looked at his sister in awe, admiring how she remembered he liked it in a cone with sprinkles. 

Once Y/n payed and handed Souya his ice cream, she grabbed her’s that was in a cup and lead him toward a nearby seating beside the large glass window. “Thank you.” Souya said as he licked at his cone, peeking at the flavour Y/n got.

“Wanna try it?” Y/n took a spoonful of her ice cream and lifted it towards him, Souya leaned forward and took it in his mouth, making a face at her choice of flavour. “That’s nasty.” “You’re just saying that because you still have the taste palette of a child.”

“I miss you guys, you know?”

“You see us everyday.” Souya pointed out.

“I mean none of us hang out together anymore, both of you are always out and about with that little gang of yours.” Y/n chided, leaning her cheek on her palm, “guess you two outgrew wanting to hang with big sis, huh?”

Souya pouted at the sad smile that graced his sister’s lips, it wasn’t very like her to get emotional over them, but he did have to admit that they weren’t spending as much time with her anymore. “We’re still your younger brothers, we can’t outgrow you.”

Y/n hummed, taking out her phone to snap a picture of Souya with the ice cream cone to his face. Souya whined at her to stop when he noticed the camera on him but Y/n just snickered and sent the picture to Nahoya.

“Smiley is going to call me a baby now.”

“You are the baby of the family.”

Souya huffed and finished the rest of his cone, avoiding the grin on his sister’s face as she read through Nahoya’s reply.

“Let’s walk around the city shall we?”

The bustling city streets were alive with people and the chattering noise that was brought, along with the obnoxious sounds of cars and motorbikes. People bumped into each other as they rushed to their destinations. The smell of street food lingered in the air as the yelling street vendors advertised their merchandise. 

Souya had his arm around Y/n’s shoulder as he didn’t want them to separate and get lost, guiding her past people and trying to find a more isolated street as he was getting irritated with the loud noise and brushing of people. 

A whistle sounded in his ear as he turned towards the noise, freezing when he caught eye of some Black Dragon delinquents. “Well if it isn’t some shitty Toman member.” Souya gulped as he glanced at his sister who narrowed her eyes at the five men who were gathering around them.

“Who’s this? Your little bitch?” Souya snarled at the male who uttered such a vile thing, “whoa isn’t that one of the twin’s of the Toman?”

“Let’s beat him up and take the girl!”

Souya pushed Y/n away from him and got ready to attack, rushing towards the closest male and swung his arm forward to give him an uppercut. The male simply grabbed Souya’s arm and twisted it, lifting Souya and slamming him onto his back.

“Not so tough alone are ya?”

“Get your hands off of my little brother. Step away from him before I kill you.” Y/n’s eyes were lit with fury, figure trembling in anger as she saw Souya’s arm bent in an awkward position as the male whined in pain.

“What’re you going to do about it girlie?”

Y/n glanced at Souya who was begging her to run from the scene, “good thing I’m wearing pants today, huh brother?” She sent him a reassuring grin before running towards the attacker and swerving around him to get on his back before doing a scissor leg takedown after wrapping her legs around the male’s neck.

The male choked as he gasped for air, Y/n’s legs around his neck, blocking his air passageway. “Anyone want a go? Or can my brother and I go back to enjoying our day?” She taunts as the male goes slack.

An array of yells echoed as they charged her.

Y/n rolled away from them before jumping into a standing position, using her high-kicks to bring them down. A surprise punch to her throat had her stumbling, hands on her neck as she coughed. That stumble alone had her at a weakness as another punch on her cheek had her go down.

“Nee-chan!” Souya cried out, getting up himself and fighting. He tried to get them away from her.

Y/n gained her bearings and grabbed the face of the male on top of her that was strangling her, pushing her thumbs into his eyes. He screamed and immediately let go of her, rushing his hands to his eyes and being easily pushed off by the female. 

Two down, three more to go. 

Souya kept getting distracted with his eyes darting to Y/n every now and then, resulting to him getting slower at moving away from hits. He coughed as someone threw a nasty punch to his stomach, collapsing in front of Y/n who stood in front of him.

Y/n wiped the blood oozing from their busted lip and smiled at Souya, “let your nee-chan take care of it, Angry.” Patting his head as he looked at her with tears in his eyes, “don’t worry your pretty little head.” She cracked her knuckles as she analyzed the three left in front.

“Let’s get this over with.”

Y/n charged at the three, dodging their attempted attacks effortlessly and returning it with a much greater force. 

What Y/n didn’t notice was the male she had first knocked unconscious had regained his senses and came behind her with a bat, hitting her over the head causing her to go tumbling down as another hit landed on her ribs. 

“Don’t hurt my nee-chan!” Souya cried as he shakily got up, avoiding the stinging pain in his awkwardly bent arm. 

The revving of engine had everyone freezing as they glanced over to find the fourth division captain smiling manically at the delinquents. He lifts up his phone which revealed a tracking app leading him to the isolated street, “good thing I installed a tracking app on your phone, huh sis?”

Nahoya walks past a teary-eyed Souya, patting him on the head, “I’ve got this covered, Angry.”

Nahoya tsk’d as he eyed the Black Dragon members before initiating a fight, not holding back as he let out his anger on them. “Never. Mess. With. My. Family. Again.” Smiley grinned as he enunciated each word as he delivered timed punches.

Souya helped Y/n up, the girl groaning at the pain in her ribs as she leaned against the youngest.

The littered unconscious bodies indicating their little victory.

“Were ya able to use that special move, Y/n?” Nahoya asked, kicking an unconscious male as he skipped over to the two. “Just once, unfortunately.” Y/n huffed, wincing as Nahoya roughly pulled her up on his back. 

“Are you okay, Souya?” Y/n asked, glancing at the sniffling male, placing her chin on Nahoya’s fluffy hair. “Yeah, I’m okay.” He wiped his nose with his sleeve. 

“What would you do without me.” Nahoya snickered, hitching Y/n higher up on his back as she was slipping. “Shut up, Nahoya. I had it under control.” Y/n murmured, causing Nahoya to snort, “under control my ass.”

“You were cool, Y/n.” Souya stated, looking up at Y/n before glancing away as she reached out to pinch his cheek. 

“My heads pounding.” Y/n groaned, pressing her temple roughly against Nahoya’s head. “That’s what a bat to the head does to ya, you should ask Mitsuya-san about it, he’s been hit over the head by a bat, a metal bar, and a brick!” 

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in concern as she wondered if the boy had a head of steel, “how does he not have a severe concussion?”

Nahoya shrugged, “beats me.”

“I’m sorry our day got cut short, Souya.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“How about tomorrow the three of us go to the arcade? It’s been a while.” Nahoya proposed causing the eldest sibling to smile, “that sounds nice.”

“Smiley, what about your bike?”

“Draken can pick it up, I already texted him.”

“Poor Draken has to deal with the likes of you too.” Y/n joked, groaning in pain when Nahoya banged the back of his head onto her forehead, “yeah, yeah keep making jokes, you’re the injured one here.”

“This is why I like Souya more than you.”

“Well, Angry likes me more than you.”

Y/n gasped as she turned her head to Souya who did not want to partake in the conversation. “Traitor!”

“I never said anything!” Souya defended himself.

“I’m his favourite sister!”

“You’re his only sister!”

“Guys please...”

[fueledbyapplepi]

Hii I was wondering if I could rq Mikey, Baji and Mitsuya with a gn! s/o who is the sole provider in their household? and the guys only find out because they saw their s/o while they were at work? but they didn't know they even had a job bc they kept it a secret? it's perfectly okay if you aren't up for this rq! I hope you have a good day/night!!

Given it All | Mikey, Baji, and Mitsuya

- The boys with an s/o who's a breadwinner of the family.

warnings: mentions of family problems

genre: fluff, angst

A/N: Writing this made me kind of emotional because I have friends who are the main providers for their family and I see them work very hard. This one's for all the independent and hardworking people out there <3

Mikey (Sano Manjiro)

Another day. Another one.

Mikey loves feeling your hands. They're soft and smooth against his calloused fingers. He'll feel the palms in your hands every moment he gets. He always felt like a baby being caressed by your soft hands.

But there seems to be a detail in your hands that he can't miss. Every time you two see each other, Mikey would notice the burns and red marks on your hands.

"Y/N, what happened to this?" he asked.

"Oh, it just got itchy again. You know, the usual," you replied, trying to brush off the topic.

It has always been like that. Each time that Mikey points it out, you always try to avoid the topic or reason out that it's just a scratch. And it's not like he's saying that you're a liar, he just knows that there's more to that than just a mere scratch.

Which is true.

You didn't really want to lie to your boyfriend. It's just that, it's something that it's hard for you to open up and talk about.

At a young age, you were forced to live by yourself. Your mother died at a young age, while your father was a drunkard - eventually getting out of the picture.

In order to provide for yourself, pay for rent and other fees necessary to make a living, you worked hard. Currently, you're working full-time at a family restaurant where you're assigned at cooking. Although this was a daily task for you, you never fail to get yourself burned from the boiling oil.

It wasn't an easy life especially living alone. But at least, you have your boyfriend by your side to get by.

Now that you're shift has finished, you were tasked to throw out the trash at the back before you leave.

As you were about to walk away from that alleyway, you heard a familiar voice.

"Y/N?"

Looking at the source, it was your beloved boyfriend with a questioning look on his face.

"Mikey? What are you doing here?" you asked, anxious about how you'll explain this to your boyfriend.

"I just finished beating up some guy," Mikey said as he pointed out to a dude who passed out on the further part of the alley. "How about you?", he continued as he looked at your uniform and an obvious face that's waiting for an answer.

You knew this day would come. You just didn't expect that it would be today.

Sighing, and taking deep breaths, you explained to Mikey your story and why you work here.

"Y/N, why didn't you tell me?" Mikey asked as he caressed your cheek.

"It's hard for me to talk about it. I'm sorry for not telling you," you said as you looked down.

"Hey, it's okay," Mikey said. "I have a better idea,"

"What?" you asked

"Why don't you just sell Dorayaki and I'll buy all of them every day. Then you'll be rich," Mikey said jokingly.

You looked at him with a deadpan expression.

"But seriously, live with us!" Mikey said with such a happy look on his face.

"Eh?" you asked confused.

"Live with me, Emma, and gramps! I'm sure they'll be happy to take you in, you're my s/o after all," Mikey said, "Plus, you wouldn't have to work this hard if you don't have to pay for rent," he continued.

Your heart felt like it's floating in the air. How can you have such an adorable and loving boyfriend?

"I love you, you know that?" you said.

"Thank you so much, Mikey,"

"It's nothing," your boyfriend said as he kissed your hands. "You're like family to them after all,"

Maybe, the true family you've been looking for was always been by your side.

Keisuke Baji

You sleep early but the bags under your eyes were noticeable for your boyfriend.

Baji always thought that it was weird that the eyebags under your eyes were evident. Not like it's a bad thing though. You're still beautiful as ever in his eyes.

It's just that you always tell him that you sleep at 8 in the evening. Yet here you are, looking like you pull an all-nighter every day.

Maybe it takes you hours before you actually go to sleep? That's possible. But what if you just don't want to spend the rest of the night with him? Is it possible that you're getting tired of him?

It's only been months since you've started dating, but Baji couldn't blame you if you get tired of him.

But it's not like you don't want to hang out with your boyfriend. Hell, who doesn't want to hang out with theirs and experience late-night dates and night rides right? Especially if it's with Baji.

It's just that, you don't have the luxury of spending the night with your boyfriend. Being the eldest of a family of four, you have to work and provide for the needs of your mother and your two younger siblings.

To help your family, you work two part-time jobs every night. One is being an employee at your local convenience store and the other is being a kitchen staff at a local pub. Two jobs might be heavy, and tiring for you, but it's what helps you and your family to get by.

Your boyfriend knew nothing of this. You know that Baji's a great guy, but you're afraid of embarrassing the 1st Division Captain of Toman, so you just try to hide it and make lame excuses.

Tonight's the usual night. Same excuse. Same job.

Currently, you're responsible for the counter at the store. It's past midnight, and you wish you can catch up to some sleep. But you know you can't since you'll be unable to get your minimum wage.

As you're looking at the countertop, someone suddenly handed Peyoung yakisoba.

"Baji's favorite" you smiled as you thought to yourself. Oh, how you miss your boyfriend.

"And that'll be 145 yen," you said as you look up at the customer.

Well, that was unexpected.

"Baji?" you said, seeing your boyfriend's face.

"Y/N? You work here," Baji said, with a confused look on his face.

"Sadly, yes," you said.

"Well, care to share this with me?" Baji said as he pointed out the Yakisoba.

"I have a 15-minute break. Sure," you agreed. Thinking now's the time to explain.

As you and Baji met at the small parking lot, you immediately explained.

"Look, Baji. I'm sorry for hiding this. I want you to know that I'm the breadwinner of the family that's why I can't hang out at night with you. I didn't tell you because I don't want to embarrass you," you rambled as you look anywhere but Baji.

"Embarrass me?" Baji said, walking closer to you.

"Y/N, I'll never be embarrassed at you. I'm proud of you, okay?" your boyfriend said, reassuring you. "I just wished you trusted me more,"

"I'm sorry, Baji," you whispered as you hug him. "I love you."

"Text me okay? I'll pick you up so that you won't have to walk," Baji said as he smiled at you.

"Thank you," you said, with tears threatening to fall.

"You're welcome," Baji said as he kissed your forehead, "Now, let's eat okay?" your boyfriend said, excitement laced in his voice as he opened the Peyoung yakisoba.

Mitsuya Takashi

You're a busy bee. That's for sure.

Whenever Mitsuya invites you on dates on the weekends, you weren't available because you're busy.

When he invites you to have dates after school, you always have to decline because again, you're busy.

He understands it though. Mitsuya knows that you have to study hard for your siblings and that you have to take care of them as well. As someone who always looks out for his younger sisters, Mitsuya knew that it can be hectic sometimes.

What he doesn't understand though is the fact that it's evident that you're trying to hide something from him. He's not that oblivious when it comes to you. Especially after dating you for months.

You're bothered with it too. As much as you love your boyfriend, you're embarrassed about the job you have. But it's not like you have any choice. The job pays well and is enough to make a living for you and your two younger brothers.

After school and on the weekends, it is true that you're busy. Busy with the maid and butler café that you work on.

It's embarrassing enough to be dressed like this. But being seen by the love of your life? That's a different level of shame.

Now that you finished with your shift, you felt the exhaustion on your body. Standing and serving customers isn't a joke anyway. You didn't even bother to change out of your uniform. You just wore a hoodie over it, not caring about the frills of the clothes peaking underneath.

As you were walking home, you heard the familiar sound of an engine. Turning around, you saw a familiar face.

"Ehhh? Y/N?" Mitsuya said, stopping his motor beside you.

"What are you doing?" he continued, eyeing your clothes and looking at you as if he's waiting for an explanation.

"Mitsuya, I can explain," you said as your face reddened from embarrassment.

"Hmmm, I'm listening," your boyfriend said with an unreadable expression.

"Well, uhm, you see, I work at this café that requires us to dress like this," you said as you pointed out to your clothes, "But I don't do anything bad though! It's just we dress like this," you further explained, waving your hands.

"You look cute," Mitsuya smiled "I kind of hoped you just told me sooner. I would've made you some clothes,"

"Huh? You're not mad?" you said, surprised.

"How could I be? My s/o's working hard. Plus, I get to see you in cute clothes. What's there to be mad of?" Mitsuya said as he smiled at you.

"Baby, I love you," you said as you looked at your boyfriend with adoration.

"I love you too. But take me there someday okay?" Mitsuya replied grinning.

You just nodded and blushed at the idea.

[aleapple1216]

About Tokyo Revengers Manga 242

Holy shit, this new chapter was for sure full of information, emotions and a lot of nostalgia, I was about to cry remembering the beginnings of Tokyo Revengers and seeing how much the characters have evolved since then.

Today I want to talk about the choice of name for Takemichi's new gang, the one that will be in charge of defeating and saving Manjiro Sano: Tokyo Manji Gang second generation. Initially I had a little shock with this: will really the new gang not be called Black Dragons, White Dragons, Thousand Winters or Tokyo Revengers? 

Well no, but in the end it makes all the sense in the world, and let me explain you why:

SPOILERS AHEAD: HUGE-AS-FUCK-ANALYSIS BELOW THE CUT

Okay, so let’s start:

The last people Mikey thinks of before attempting suicide, are the founding members of the new ToMan.

Then, why was the ToMan created? To save Kazutora. This time it's to save Mikey. The one who founded the first ToMan, according to Mikey's own words, was Baji: a character whose motivations are "one for all and all for one", to protect his friends from any danger, to be someone loyal, brave, protective and helper; someone who fights with honor. All these characteristics will be inherited by the first ToMan.

Also, Takemichi inherits from Baji his best friend Chifuyu, his Tasuki cross and his position as commander of the first division.

When Baji dies, his dying wish is, actually, leaving Mikey and ToMan in the hands of none other than Takemichi Hanagaki, and this eventually becomes true with the name of this new gang.

Interestingly, Takemichi promises Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, and even Naoto that he will become the leader of ToMan. And while Mikey, Draken and Naoto don't take it seriously, Chifuyu promises Takemichi that he will help him become the leader of ToMan.

And eventually, this happens. Takemichi is the new leader of the gang, and he will be helped by Chifuyu, his most loyal friend who is now the vice president of Tokyo Manji Gang.

1ST DIVISION

Now, let's talk about my husband, I mean Inupi, who is now captain of the first division.

As I mentioned before, the first division seems to inherit some of Baji's will. ToMan's first division is the gang's attack unit, and characters whose loyalty is unquestioned have been found in its ranks: Baji, Chifuyu, Takemichi and Mizo's boys.

And someone who combines fight skills with unquestioned loyalty; someone who is capable of even entrusting his life to Takemichi just because he respects him is none other than Inupi.

Another thing to note is that Inupi does not have a vice-captain. I think it is quite obvious why: that place symbolically belongs to Koko. Inupi still appreciates him, he misses him somehow; he knows that Koko is not happy, and he also kinda blames himself for never bringing him back from Tenjiku and now Kanto Manji Kai. Maybe later that place could be filled with Wakasa, Benkei, Takeomi or even Taiju.

In addition, the few panels where he appears are very significant. We finally see him smile sincerely and wear the ToMan uniform with pride; this is in complete contrast to his first appearance: wearing the Black Dragons uniform, acting aggressive and even willing to attack a girl with a knife.

2ND DIVISION

ToMan's 2nd division was the elite guard, and no one better to command it than Mitsuya, the mediator. If the 1st division was full of loyal individuals, the 2nd seems to be made up of those pacifists who will look for any spoken and logical solution before the physical fight; but that also will not hesitate to use violence if they have to protect the people they love.

One thing to note: Mitsuya's and Hakkai's hairstyles pay homage to Draken's.

3RD DIVISION

As Baji said before dying, the captain of the 3rd division will always be ToMan's flag bearer: Pah Chin. And as vice-captain, his faithful friend Peh Yan, because as Mikey said, without Peh there is no Pah.

Fun fact: Peh and Pah make the same mistake (attempting to stab someone in revenge) and both carried the ToMan banner at some point in the story (Pah in their youth and Peh in the Tenjiku Battle).

4TH DIVISION

In the fourth division are the Kawata twins again as Captain and Vice-Captain. Personally, I think we will now see them fight against the Haitani brothers. Just think about it: The Kawata twins say they don't fight to win, the Haitani brothers say the only thing that matters is the results. BTW: At the end, Souya is crying at Takemichi’s words.

5TH DIVISION

And finally, and I think we were all surprised, the princess of Brahaman, Senju as the captain of the 5th division. Oh my God, I do have a lot to say about this.

First of all, and the most obvious: Senju is the captain of the 5th division, where her brother was vice-captain. Interestingly, Senju doesn't have a vice-captain yet, as at Inui's case, I think that place is symbolically Sanzu's. Senju is going to fight to bring her brother back.

And next, her outfit. More than fanservice or wanting to show off Senju's breasts, I think it's a pretty wise choice: 

Senju's character arc isn't over yet, but IT HAS A LOT a lot to do with HIDING THINGS. 

Senju hid the truth about Mikey's plane, hid her real last name, hid the fact that she was a girl for a long time, and even mentions in the middle of the fight against South that she hid all her strength, all her potential so that Takeomi wouldn't went the wrong way. But this time it's different: Senju looks incredibly confident, she is willing to save her brother, she doesn't have to hide anything anymore. She has her face up, her hair tied up; she is not afraid to show everyone that she is a woman.

If you read this far I love you. Let's look forward to chapter 243 together <3

[lovebykai]

Play With Fire

》 Pretty Girl - Part 2

Word Count: 5.7K

Warning(s): Thirsty AF Reader. Violence. Obsession. Reader goes full Yandere for a sec. Fingering. Soft Dom Vibes.

Pairing: Ran x Fem!Reader x Rindou

Authors Note: It's been months since I've written this much, but I have needs so here I am. I tried to get the bulk of story set up through this one so I could get to the good stuff in the next one. No, I did not realize upon starting this I was gonna write a slow burn. Enjoy!

Joining Toman was more out of boredom than actual interest. Not to say you weren't devoted to the gang, because you were. Mikey was a great guy, and Pah-Chin was cool enough. The fact he went ape shit when Moebius had that girl raped was enough to solidify your loyalty to him specifically, at least.

Being declared the Haitani Brothers third wheel, you'd gotten an undeserved reputation for being a badass. Which would have been fine except you'd only spent six months practicing grappling with Rindou and the best you could manage was escaping. Other than that? You'd been totally helpless when they got put away. Thankfully, your parents had taken issue with their little girl coming home beat to Hell and let you take some classes.

After you managed to wrangle back your reputation, you'd promptly been picked up by your idiot captain and life went on.

In fact, the worst part of it all was having to pretend you were a guy.

It had been an accident, initially. The captain had just assumed based on your baggy sweatshirt and the mask you'd been wearing that you were a young boy, when in actuality you were pretty much a grown ass woman. It didn't help people treated you like the boogeyman around Roppongi. If they did talk about you, it was like you were some sort of ethereal creature rather than a living, breathing person. Rumors didn't specify gender; you'd never corrected him, even when they'd handed over your uniform, requested at a size too big.

"I'm sorry, did you-- did you say the Haitani brothers are here?" You'd been eavesdropping and didn’t even try to hide it, turning to the first divisions vice captain with wide eyes. Typically you didn't really talk to anyone for fear of outting yourself and starting some shit you didn't want to deal with, but the name was a shock to your system.

When had they even gotten out? God, it had been years. They probably didn't even remember you, but you could recall them with vivid detail. He gave you an odd look but nodded, returning to his conversation as he gestured vaguely for you.

Sure enough, there they were.

They'd grown up, and yet somehow looked just the same way you remembered them. Neither had noticed you, which was unsurprising, but part of you wished they would.

It was the same part of you that couldn't stand how close the people around them were-- the same part that had always made you watch them. You could recognize that these urges weren't healthy, but after years of distance and suddenly having them pop up, you were struggling to suppress them.

Mine. The thought made you wince, and you did your best to shake it off.

"No way." Considering you were about to get your ass beat, the bubble of exhilarated laughter caught you by surprise.

"You a fan or somethin'?" Some random guy asked, giving you funny look. Your mask hid the shit eating grin you gave him, but he got the gist when you shrugged.

"I grew up in Roppongi."

"Oh, shit, you're that guy--" He snapped his fingers a few times, obviously trying to remember the nickname. "Scrap?"

"Scratch." You corrected with another laugh.

It wasn't a very good nickname; you'd used some brass knuckles with spikes as your weapon of choice and people lost their minds. You didn't have the range to make solid hits all the time, but the spikes made up for it, and most people ended up with more cuts than bruises.

Hence, Scratch. See? Stupid. Cringe. Ran would have ugly cackled over it, but you couldn't get people to stop using it no matter how many faces you broke in retaliation, so you eventually just gave up. Your fingers brushed the weapons, tucked safely in your pockets.

Like fuck you were coming to a fight this outnumbered without a backup. Toman was nuts like that, and it'd probably get you tossed for using a weapon, but come on. You'd much rather live to fight another day than trust one of these assholes not to take things too far. Worst case? You'd just go back to flying solo and hope the Haitanis didn't mind another monster reputation floating around on their turf.

"That little shit." Your companion spat in annoyance and you bounced up on your toes trying to see what he was bitching about.

"Wow, he knocked out the mediator guy?" You couldn't help but laugh, getting dirty looks for it. It didn't last long, though; everything promptly went to Hell.

* * *

You hated getting hit in the face. Hated it.

Everyone did, but not like this. You weren't sure if it was some kind of trigger or something after years of getting your ass whiped, but the second someone's knuckles hit your face, you lost your shit.

"Yo! Scratch, stop, dude, he's had enough!" The fighting around you had halted in favor of watching you beat the guys face in; it took several seconds for your brain to come back online.

"Stupid fuck." You sneered, letting yourself be dragged backwards off of him by your own people. Predictably, there were whispers. There were always whispers. Luckily whatever drama was going on between Mikey and the Valhalla heads had apparently started gathering enough attention that the fighting was cooling down for everyone else.

"Christ, what, is Roppongi just full of goddamn psychos or somethin'?"

"Or somethin'." You bit out, turning your wrath on the guy who'd released you and bumping your chest against his. He held his hands up placatingly, backing up a step. The movement soothed you for a minute before the pain reminded you why you'd opted to pay it back tenfold.

Your nose was busted under the stupid mask and filling the cloth with blood; while everyone was distracted you stalked away to an isolated corner and tugged it off to try and stop the bleeding.

"Son of a bitch." It came out a nasally whine as you prodded your nose. Broken. He broke your nose. That bastard. Part of you wanted to go back out and beat on him some more but you refrained.

There was no way to be cool and pop that shit back into place. Honestly, you weren't even sure you could do it yourself. What it you fainted? God, that'd be embarrassing. You managed to stop the bleeding as you debated the best course of action, because there was no way you were putting the mask on over that shit. You'd rather die.

"Need a hand, bunny?" You choked, spitting out blood at the sound of his voice.

"I have a name, y'know." It came out on a laugh despite the tears in your eyes.

Rindou was smirking at you when you turned, amused by your predicament.

"Obviously, I just used it." He scoffed, giving you a quick once over that had you wagging your eyebrows teasingly.

"Oo, checking me out? Scandalous."

"Don't be stupid. C'mere and let me fix your face before someone notices." Obediently, you approached and tried not to flinch as he pressed his fingers gently against the bridge if your nose.

"Deep breath." A sharp inhale. A pop. There was agony then instant relief. Then more agony as the rest of your body remembered it was beat to shit. It took a second for you to realize you'd ended up leaning heavily on Rindou and push yourself back upright.

"Thanks." You blinked away the tears in your eyes and put the mask back on with a wink.

"Didn't expect to see you two here." Or ever again. You weren't sure if the fact he remembered you after only knowing you for a little over a year meant you were friends or not. It wasn't like the three of you had kept in contact; you hadn't even realized they'd been freed.

"Why'd you join Toman, anyway?"

"They invited me to."

The parallels of your first actual conversation with the brothers were not lost on you.

You'd had such a crush on Rindou when you guys were kids; then Ran when puberty hit you with a bat and you realized he was fucking gorgeous. It had made for a weird beat in your life, for sure. No better way to feel like a creep than to crush on a pair of brothers. Even the weird stalking you'd done most of your childhood -- while super cringy to look back on -- didn't give you the same ick factor.

Seeing him again was making you nostalgic; you didn't even notice Ran waltz up behind you until he'd wrapped long fingers around the back of your neck. The warmth that instantly crawled up your spine was more embarrassing than the butterflies. At least they couldn't see those.

"Guess you're not much of a lamb anymore, are you?" The croon was low in your ear, eliciting a shiver that made him chuckle.

"I don't think I was much of one to begin with." You rolled your eyes playfully.

"You definitely were," He argued good-naturedly, his thumb rubbing back and forth at your pulse. "Now you're more of a kitten since you went and bought some claws."

"What is with you guys and giving me cute animal names? I'm super scary now, y'know." They laughed at your grumbling.

"Nah, you're still just--"

"Scratch! Let's get some of these guys outta here before the cops show up." Whoops, you forgot this was a major battle.

Gently, you shrugged off Rans touch with a rueful smile. The pout he directed at you did funny things to your heart as you faced them both. For once you were glad you were wearing a mask, otherwise the dumb smile on your face would have been visible for the world to see.

"We should catch up. I still live at the same place if you wanted to drop by sometime." Well, your parents would probably have a stroke, but whatever, right? Rindou smirked, obviously amused by the offer as you spun on your heel to go help out the wounded.

* * *

Oh no, they're still hot. The image of the Haitani brothers all grown up was burned into your eyelids. It really wasn't fair. People who get hit so much shouldn't be that attractive; dealing with their ridiculous hotness levels was hard because, well...

Because now you had a grown up libido and despite your very best efforts, all you could think about was how bad you wanted to get dicked down by them. Either of them. Both of them. You didn't even care.

You pressed a pillow to your face, muffling a screech of mortification.

You'd healed up about three weeks ago, and now without the pain to muddle your thoughts, your brain was just rotting with filthy fantasies that you absolutely should not be entertaining. This was so much worse than when you were kids.

For fucks sake you were a virgin why were you daydreaming about getting spit roasted.

"Y/N! You've got a guest!" Of course you did, because why not, right?

You'd never been so sexually frustrated in your life; the low buzz of your vibrator beside you kind of made you want to cry. You'd abandoned it after realizing you were too embarrassed to get yourself off to the thought of Ran cooing in your ear. Stashing the device in your nightstand, you righted yourself and wandered to the bathroom to splash some cold water on your face.

"Such a sweet little lamb." Shuddering at your own imagination, you squirmed a bit. This was so bad.

"Why am I like this?" You demanded of the ceiling in a harsh whisper, taking a deep breath to steady yourself before heading to the front door.

"Ran!" You squawked out, abruptly trying to remember what the fuck you were wearing oh God he knows doesn't he oh fuck--

"Hey, Y/N! I just thought I'd stop by and see if you wanted to grab some coffee or something?"

Like a date? Was he asking you on a date?? No, that'd be stupid, he just wants to catch up as friends, Y/N, stop. God he smiles so pretty I wish he'd just look at me like that all the--

"Yeah," You tried not to wince at your own enthusiasm, as though you were loudly interrupting your own thoughts. "Just let me throw something else on. You can come in."

You're not doing this again. You told yourself as you dug through your closet for something appropriate for public consumption. Not again. You cannot hyperfixate on a person! It makes you crazy. Pick a TV show, or a book, or even a fucking animal, but not a person.

"Cute." Ran was leaning in the doorway as you finished tugging down your shirt, sleepy eyes following the movement. When his gaze flickered back up to meet yours, you licked your lips; the tip of your index finger moving to press into your lower lip.

"Awh, am I making you nervous?" Realizing you were nibbling at the tip of your finger -- a nervous habit you had kicked years ago -- you jerked your hand down. Ran was grinning as you shuffled awkwardly on your feet, rolling your eyes.

"Of course not. Let's head out." There was a weirdly charged silence between the two of you that you couldn't work up the nerve to break. Why was this so awkward? Ran was the easy brother to talk to. Rindou was the one who was always a dick to you.

Oh, right, because you'd been thinking about what his cum tasted like not even a full hour ago.

You were so fucked, and not even in a good way.

* * *

"Where's Rindou today?" You asked, for lack of a better conversation topic. The two of you had taken your coffee to go and were wandering around aimlessly; you were starting to feel like you'd managed to escape your intrusive thoughts.

"He had some errands to run, so I thought I'd take the opportunity to get you all to myself today." Ran threw an arm around your shoulders, smirking down at you when it earned him a giggle.

"So, c'mon, what have you been up to these last few years? I've heard the rumors but how much is true?" You groaned at the line of questioning, much to his apparent amusement.

"Almost none of it. They descended like wolves when you two went away so I took some classes and bought some brass knuckles. People act like I went hunting for vengeance but really I just started beating them back when they came sniffing around."

"Too bad, I was really hoping to come back and hear you'd decided to sit on the throne for us." His arm tightened enough that you stumbled into his side. Trying to keep your balance, you wrapped an arm around his waist tentatively. This was... a lot. Way more touchy than you were accustomed to.

"We're two completely different breeds of people, Ran. I couldn't do what you do." It was a compliment but also very true. You didn't have the stomach for performing the Haitani brand of brutality regularly. Even on the occasion you lost your cool it usually left a bad taste in your mouth after you'd had time to process.

"Fair enough," Gently, he tugged you to a stop and you looked up at him curiously.

"How'd you end up in Toman, Y/N? I never thought you'd actually join a gang." The odd seriousness of the situation was threatening to ring warning bells, but you pushed the discomfort aside. Sure, Ran was dangerous, but never to you.

Maybe it was that certainty that made you spill your guts. Not that there was much to tell in the first place. The two of you continued walking while you spoke, somehow managing to stay interlocked.

"You should quit." He blurted out when the two of you plopped down on a park bench and you wrapped up your story.

"Come back to Rindou and me like when we were kids." Your eyes widened at him in surprise; your heart nearly leapt out of your chest when he shifted to grab your hand. Rationally, you knew it was done in a gesture of earnestness, but that didn't stop the butterflies.

Mine. They're still mine. A wave of possessive satisfaction curled in your gut and you tamped down a smirk. His long fingers played with yours, revealing nerves that were otherwise completely masked by that soft smile. It was a deceptive look -- you'd seen him direct it at people before bashing their skulls in -- but it didn't intimidate you anymore.

"I wou--"

"Ran!" Not mine. The feminine voice knocked the weird fog that always come over you around the Haitanis away. Your hand jerked from his on instinct, eyes shifting to your phone as you pulled it out with practiced ease.

Captain Cutie: Meeting tonight.

Your gaze briefly flickered back up just in time to see a hand land on Rans bicep and the world around you faded out. The only thing that existed was that fucking hand.

You wanted to break it.

Mine. The rage that was building in you was bitter and unreasonable. Ran wasn't yours. He wasn't. Don't touch him. I'll fucking kill you. I'll beat your pretty face in and--

"Sorry to cut things short, but I need to go." You tried for nonchalance, but there was a bit too much ice in your tone. Reluctantly, you pulled your gaze from where the pair were connected to meet Rans eyes with a painted on smile.

"We should do this again sometime." Without even registering anything else -- she was still touching him -- you moved on autopilot. If you didn't escape you'd do something insane like actually hit the poor girl.

"Oh, well, at least let me walk you home, Y/N--"

Y/N? Since when were you Y/N and why did the sound of your own name leaving his mouth make you nauseous?

"I'm actually not going home; sorry, no company allowed." I'll kill her. I'll slit her goddamn throat. This is all her fault.

Fuck. Shit. You were having an episode.

Throwing a wave over your shoulder, you called out a goodbye and tried to hustle without being too obvious about it. The further away you got, though, the darker your thoughts became.

Bet he walks her home.

You knew you told him not to. Literally lied and bolted like a bat out of Hell so he didn't see how fucking crazy you were. You just had to stop thinking about it. Stopstopstopstop--

Who even was she? A girlfriend? A fuckbuddy?

Stop.

Why did she think she could touch him? Why did he let her touch him?

Stop.

But they didn't. The thoughts just kept circling, clawing at your brain; grinding down your apparently feeble hold on sanity. This wasn't normal. Obsessing over people like this was just--

You stumbled backwards as someone collided with you.

"Watch where you're goin', runt."

The next thing you knew, your hands were covered in blood. Your brass knuckles had somehow gotten out of your pocket. Everything had a hazy, muffled quality. What the fuck?

Your heartbeat was too loud in your ears. The world wouldn't come back into focus.

"Fuc--! 'M sorry, 'm sorr-- st-- please!"

Blink.

Everything rushed back at once.

The guy who'd bumped into you was sobbing; his face was cut to shit from the spikes. Most people dodged them, but he was apparently too stupid to move.

"I'm sorry-- I'm so sorry! Please stop." You sneered down at him, fingers flexing as you reigned yourself in.

Fuck.

* * *

"Fancy seeing you here." Rindou dropped down beside you on the abandoned sidewalk.

You knew it was him because he smelled the same as he always had; you'd spent weeks hunting for what cologne he wore when you couldn't see them anymore. There was still a bottle in your nightstand.

"You guys know I'm fuckin' bonkers, right?" You deadpanned bluntly, not looking away from the literal brick wall you'd been staring at for what felt like hours.

"And, what? You think we're normal?" He scoffed, getting comfortable. "Don't be stupid, there's nothing wrong with you." The words werent exactly kind, but they made your heart stutter anyway.

There's nothing wrong with you. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes and you promptly blinked them back.

"I wanted to kill that girl today." You confided. "And the guy that broke my nose. And the one I left on the street earlier. One day I'm going to fuck around and do it and I don't really know how to handle that."

"So you wanted to kill a guy that hurt you, a guy who disrespected you, and-- wait, what girl?" Heat spread across your cheeks.

"Nothing, she's not important."

"Apparently she's important enough to get on your kill list." Rindou barked out a laugh, shaking his head before letting the subject drop.

"Anyway, nobody in their right mind expects you to not react when people are out to get you. You just have to be careful not to lose your temper so you can stay in control of the situation."

"Since when are you a therapist?" You teased to diffuse the tension you'd unwittingly created, turning to give him a small smile. It was surprising to find him already watching you with unabashed interest, and you grew warmer.

"Since they had us all sitting in group sessions to help us control our impulses." He drawled, and you couldn't help but snicker at the image that conjured up for you. The Haitani brothers sitting around talking to people about their feelings? You'd have paid obscene amounts of money to be a fly on the wall in that room.

"I bet that was a blast."

"Don't be a little shit."

"But you like me better when I am. Talk about mixed messages, Rin." Rindou groaned when you bumped your shoulder to his before standing and offering him a hand. It was more for show than anything, but you got goosebumps when he took it.

"You wanna explain why you bailed on my brother today?"

"Sure don't!" You chirped cheerfully, linking arms with the man and tugging him along. The two of you were waltzing down the steadily dimming streets like it was the most normal thing in the world and it was making your insides buzz.

"Fine. Will you? It's bothering him, so he's bothering me. It took forever to find you so I could get him off my back by telling him that you were okay, but he won't be satisfied til he knows what happened."

"She touched him." The words were forced out before you could change your mind; you scanned the streets pointedly when Rindou tugged the two of you to a halt.

You didn't look at him, anxiously tapping your fingers on his arm as he processed what you'd said. Cars went by. The crosswalk light changed to red. Hey, a cat!

"Wait. Hold on. Did you just tell me you wanted to kill a girl for touching Ran?" He was perfectly neutral, giving no indication of his feelings about your confession.

"But she's a nobody, just some girl he fu--"

"Do not finish that goddamn sentence." The rage was licking at your chest again, nails digging into his arm as you managed to hiss out the warning like some kind of angry cat instead of a person.

He'd touched her.

He'd fucked her.

"You're jealous?" Rindou finally cracked, howling in laughter as you turned a glare his direction. The noise interupted your descent into another destructive spiral for a moment, but it stung your pride too.

"Oh my God, he's going to lose his mind, bunny, that's-- that's fucking amazing." His laughter just twisted the knife that was your anxiety. What? Was it really that ridiculous?

"It's not-- I'd be the same way about you, you asshole!" The declaration just made him laugh more so you shoved away from him with a groan, planning on storming off.

You'd just go to the stupid meeting and then hide out somewhere for a while. Maybe they'd forget you were a complete fucking idiot in a few months and you could try this again. Or maybe they'd never let you live it down and you'd spend the rest of your life running from them.

Rindou caught your wrist and hauled you backwards roughly. You stumbled over your feet and fell into him, where he promptly wrapped his arms around you to lock you against him.

"Nuh-uh, baby," The new pet name short-circuited your brain long enough he could grip your chin and force you to meet his eyes. "We're talking about this whether you like it or not."

"I was talking. You were laughing." The argument was ignored as he interlocked arms with you again and dragged you across the street.

Why had you even said anything?

It was one thing to pine in silence but now the secret was out. Rindou would tell Ran and they'd know. They'd know you were a freak who couldn't handle her own shit; they'd leave you again.

You couldn't bear the thought. No. No, they'd never leave you again. You'd make sure of it, somehow. They couldn't.

"Okay, explain this to me." He rubbed your arm soothingly when you let out a wounded noise.

You didn't want to. If anything, you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. What had possessed you into thinking that telling him was a good idea? Fixing your gaze on the sidewalk, you flexed your jaw.

"I can't." You mumbled, and he clicked his tongue.

"Alright. Let me explain something to you, then, since there seems to have been a miscommunication somewhere." Rindou was grinning when you glanced at him from under your lashes. He adjusted his glasses with one hand after it was clear you weren't planning on making another escape.

"You're ours, Y/N. Ran doesn't give a damn about that girl; he'd kill her himself if he thought it would make you happy." That shouldn't have been soothing. You knew it, but your entire body melted with relief at the reassurance anyway.

"We're not going to bail on you over a girl. I'm sure Ran already gave you the leave Toman pitch today; it's because we don't want to share you with anyone else." The two of you stopped outside your house and you frowned thoughtfully to yourself.

"I don't want to share you two either." It was a whisper, anxious as you eyed your shoes. Rindou tapped your chin and you looked up at him, biting your lower lip when he cocked his head to one side.

"Neither of us?" Slowly, you shook your head and he searched your face for a long moment before nodding at something he saw there.

"Fair enough. Be safe tonight, bunny."

* * *

"Were you jealous?" The question was punctuated with a thrust of long, slender fingers curling into you. It was so different from when you'd done it yourself; felt so much better.

"Pretty girl," He hummed in your ear. "Answer me, or I'll stop." Rindou snickered behind you, pinning your legs open for his brothers torture even as you tried to squirm free.

"Yes! Yes, I was jealous." You somehow managed to rasp when he bumped his palm to your clit, making you see stars.

Your orgasm was right there, why couldn't you cum? You nuzzled your face to the older Haitanis neck with a whine, murmuring soft pleas that had him chuckling as he pressed kisses to your jaw.

"Good girl." Ran crooned before he leaned back to smirk at you. A sob built in your throat when he pulled away from where you needed him most.

"No, Ran," You whined, tears of frustration flowing over. "You said you wouldn't stop!"

"Did I?" He slipped his fingers into his mouth and you thrashed, only barely managing to swallow down a screech of frustration.

"That's not what I heard." Rindou murmured, running his hands up your sides slowly and-- wait, weren't you wearing a shirt a minute ago? You couldn't recall.

But then Ran leaned down to brush a kiss against your stomach, and then another, and then--

"Y/N! Guests!" You jolted awake, immediately pressing your thighs together with a whimper. Fuck.

Panting up at the ceiling you pressed your palms to your eyes and tried to douse the fire between your legs. You hadn't gotten off in weeks. Nay, months, now. It was about a month passed the new year, and you'd effectively been cockblocked by your own psyche.

Well, no, at first you'd been cockblocked by Toman drama, and then your own psyche.

It was too embarrassing to masturbate to the only two men who could get your engine running, so you were stuck in this weird limbo. After Kisaki got thrown out for being a piece of shit everything was weird, including the Haitani brothers, and none of you had ever addressed your discussion with Rindou that fateful evening.

"You're still sleeping?" Ran teased and you sat up, running your fingers through your hair with a shrug.

"What... are you two wearing?" You asked instead of responding to the jibe. That was definitely a uniform. But whose? Quickly, you tried to recall if you had ever seen it before and came up blank.

The brothers shared a look and your eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"We came by to tell you that you should stay home today, since you insist on staying part of Toman." Rindou was the one who gave you the answers you were looking for, finally, and you scowled.

"Why?" Another look. You hated that they could communicate like that. It put you at a huge disadvantage.

"If you dont tell me I'm going to go looking for answers myself." Ran actually glared at the threat and they stepped fully into the room and shut the door.

"Tenjiku is going to go hunting for Toman members. Their leader is declaring war, and we don't want you in the middle of it." The pieces clicked together for you and you were torn between feeling all fuzzy that they'd come to warn you even though you could sound the alarm, and pissed off they hadn't joined your gang if that was their intention.

"You... joined Tenjiku?" That was probably the most surprising part. The one that made the least sense. Toman was always in the shit, but the Haitani brothers were notorious for having no interest in joining up with anyone. They relied on each other and that had always been enough.

So what the fuck kinda monster was Tenjiku run by?

"Yes." Rindou gave you a pointed look and you hummed softly in acknowledgement.

"Thanks for the heads up."

* * *

It was a complete coincidence that you bumped into Mitsuya. Completely.

You definitely had not sought him out -- sans your disguise because, duh, as long as you weren't wearing it most people didn't know you were Toman -- but upon finding him in the shit with some assholes in now familiar uniforms, you couldn't just leave him. That didn't mean you were happy about it.

"Seriously? Go home, little girl, we're busy." It was a dangerous game. If these dicks were another Moebius you could really end up in a bad way.

"Why? You've got no issue teaming up on one guy, what's adding a girl to the mix?" The derision in your voice was mostly forced. In reality, you didn't give a damn about whether or not a fight was fair, but if you were going to be playing an indignant civilian...

"Excuse me?" The growl had you bracing, flexing your hands anxiously in your hoodie pockets as he yanked you up by the collar.

"Hey! Leave her alone!" Mitsuyas shout drew the brutes attention and you used the opportunity to swing your leg up in a sloppy attempt to kick him in his junk. He shoved you at the division captain, nearly sending you both toppling as he kept you from busting your ass on concrete.

"Yo, Mochi!" You actually flinched at the sound of Rindous voice, shuffling away from your fellow Toman member guiltily.

You spotted him waltzing up behind the pair of you then promptly scanned for Ran. No way they were apart during all this; you took another few steps back from Mitsuya, already steeling yourself for whatever it was they were planning on doing. You'd go against a lot of people for Toman. Police. Gangs.

But not the Haitani brothers.

"Sorry, captain." You muttered, catching the boys attention seconds before Ran brought the brick down on the back of his head. The sound made you cringe, guilt bubbling in your gut as you sighed noisily.

"Got you!" Ran spoke cheerfully as Mitsuya dropped, making a soft apology for being a sneaky bastard before his attention shifted to you.

"I thought we told you to stay home." He complained good-naturedly, seemingly ignoring his irate companion in favor of chastising you. Your attention was still fixated on the second division captain, though; you chewed on your finger anxiously, momentarily forgetting about the weapon wrapped around your hand.

"I'm not leaving him like this. You guys should go before the ambulance gets here." You informed your friend after heavy contemplation, already pulling out your phone. He hummed in acknowledgement, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head that made you freeze once more.

"You're in so much trouble later, little lamb." Ran purred, just soft enough you were the only one who heard before wandering over the other Tenjiku members with a wave. Rindou gave you an unreadable look as the group retreated.

"You with me, Mistuya?" You kneeled beside him, noting his eyes were open, if a little hazy. His groan made you breathe a sigh of relief, rattling off your location to a very brusque operator and falling back to get comfortable beside him.

"I really am sorry. Try to stay awake 'til they get here."

"Who--?" He blinked a few times, apparently trying to focus on you.

"Scratch. Division three. Pah-Chin brought me in a few years ago." He grunted.

"I'll be leaving Toman, now, though. Being put in situations like this sucks, and my loyaltys always been with those two." The sound of sirens made you smile in relief.

"I'll tell your vice captain what happened." You reassured, patting his shoulder before tucking your hands once more and heading back the way you'd come.

They were right.

You should have stayed home.

《 Part 1 《

》 Part 3 》

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