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ageingfangirl2 · 7 months ago

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Let Me Help You Idiot! Hajime Kokonoi (Tokyo Revengers)

You met Koko when you were younger, and he took you under his wing. As an inspiring designer, you loved to make him nice clothes. As you get older, you want to be more independent, but Koko will always look out for you. Kokonoi x Reader (Bonten Timeline)

From the moment you were born, you had to fight tooth and claw to survive. Your dad left when you were three, leaving you and your mum with nothing. Your mum went back to being a hostess, meaning you were left alone in the single-room apartment you had. She was good at her job, earning lots of money and expensive gifts from suitors. But she had addictions and spent the money on drugs. From a young age, you had to fend for yourself and learn to survive, from clothing and making meals to keeping the apartment clean and ensuring mum put enough money aside for bills. Luckily, the neighbours took pity on you and helped pay for your school things, and one lady taught you how to sew, saying it would help you in the future to have a skill to pay the bills. You kept up your sewing throughout school, getting better and managing to sell some of your wares at a local market on the weekend.

This is where you met Hajime Kokonoi, and you took pride when he complimented the intricate details you embellished your clothes with. He decided you were going to be his personal designer in the future, and he was going to help you make a name for yourself.

PRESENT DAY

Koko kept his promise to help you, using his money and connections to get you into a good design school. All he asked in retum was you make all his clothes custom and free of charge, and of course you said yes because it was the least you could do. By now, he was on executive in Bonten, a criminal organisation and he liked to look nice because he had an image to maintain.

After working for a couple of designers, you saved enough to open your own shop in Tokyo, and it felt nice to pay with your our money instead of Koko's. Bonten kept Koko busy, so you didn't like bothering him unless he called you. You had one big problem, you had no real clue about money and expenses of running a business. And now you had to pay taxes on top of that, which went over your head. You chose to focus on commissions to make more money and filled in all the forms to the best of your abilities. Little did you know it would come back to bite you in the ass.

KOKO

I was busy dealing with the financial mess Sanzu had left for me after his last mission.

'I'm surrounded by idiots,' I groan, rubbing my temples.

'Err boss, I have the reports you asked for,' some lacky who's name I didn't deem important to lean stutters, standing in the doorway of my office. Even though y/n had paid for their shop and was getting quite a few comissions, I liked to keep an eye on them. They were a year younger than me and had become like a younger sibling I felt protective over. When we met up, we didn't talk about money, and I knew if they had a problem, they would come to me for help. However, my eyes widened, seeing the financial report in front of me.

'What the hell?' I gasp.

How could they be so careless when it came to finance? Firstly, they were paying way too much rent for the area, and secondly, the government wasn't happy with their taxes, which they had underpaid. They were close to losing their shop and facing a big penalty from the government who thought they were committing fraud.

I grabbed my jacket and car keys, needing to see them before the problem got out of hand. I run out of my office, ignoring Sanzu, having bigger fish to fry.

The light was still on in the shop when I pulled up outside. They liked to work late if they had a deadline. I enter the shop and the bell pings. I lock the door behind me and turn the open sign to closed.

'Hi, how can I help you - Koko, what are you doing here?' y/n stares at me, tilting their head to the side in confusion.

I walk over to the counter and put the file down in front of them, 'if you didn't understand, why didn't you ask me to explain?'

They open it, and the colour drains from their face, 'am I in big trouble? I thought I'd look dumb if I had to keep asking you to help me!'

I sigh loudly, 'yeah, well, you look pretty dumb right now, so that didn't work out for you.'

They look down at their feet and shuffle nervously, 'the last time we had coffee, you were stressed dealing with your colleagues' finances. I didn't want to give you any more stress, so I did what the internet told me to do filling out the forms. I'm sorry Koko. What do I do now?'

I walk and the counter and pull them into my arms. I didn't like to show emotion in front of the other executives, but y/n was the exception. I needed to protect them.

I kiss the top of their head, 'in the future don't take any extra comissions after you've submitted your taxes for the financial year until the new one starts or the govenment will think you're committing fraud. I'll get this sorted for you, and remember you can come to me whenever you need help.'

They squeeze me tightly, 'I'll never be able to pay you back, Koko. Sorry for being an idiot.'

I snort, you're the only idiot I can stand.'

Not wanting them to stress anymore, I'd also handle the rent problem for them, no one messed with the people close to me.

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ultimate-anime-tournament · 1 year ago

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THE ULTIMATE ANIME TOURNAMENT BEGINS! featuring 384 shows spanning 60 years!

all matchups are listed below the cut, and the first polls will be going up shortly 👍

edit: made a google spreadsheet documenting all matchups and their wins/losses!

left side:

Majokko Megu-chan VS Soul Eater VS Turn A Gundam

Noragami VS Ranma 1/2 VS Shadows House

Captain Tsubasa VS Barakamon VS Ojamajo Doremi

Dr Ramune: Mysterious Disease Specialist VS Joshiraku VS Concrete Revolutio

Maya the Honey Bee VS Bocchi the Rock! VS Senyuu.

Angel Beats VS Golden Kamuy VS Initial D

Lucky Star VS Mononoke VS Assassination Classroom

Go! Princess Pretty Cure VS Shirobako VS Space Pirate Captain Harlock

Golden Time VS Death Note VS Ao Haru Ride

Food Wars VS One Piece VS Space Battleship Yamato

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K VS Blood Blockade Battlefront VS Poco's Udon World

Space Patrol Luluco VS Yu-Gi-Oh! VS Your Lie in April

Slam Dunk VS One Punch Man VS Candy Candy

Doraemon VS Akame ga Kill VS Black Clover

Space Dandy VS Sazae-san VS Bloom into You

Show by Rock!! VS Pokémon VS Restaurant to Another World

Uchouten Kazoku VS Tetsujin 28 VS Miracle Girl Limit-chan

Sally the Witch VS March Comes in Like a Lion VS Ground Defense Force! Mao-chan

Day Break Illusion VS Heidi, Girl of the Alps VS Zombie Land Saga

Yuri is My Job! VS Kimagure Orange Road VS The Seven Deadly Sins

Akudama Drive VS Future Boy Conan VS Land of the Lustrous

BanG Dream! VS Rin-ne VS Serial Experiments Lain

Snow White with the Red Hair VS Juni Taisen: Zodiac War VS The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya

Ranking of Kings VS Osomatsu-san VS Odd Taxi

Flying Witch VS Bodacious Space Pirates VS Shugo Chara

Yuki Yuna is a Hero VS Super Dimension Fortress Macros VS Spy x Family

Magic Kaito 1412 VS Kaguya-sama: Love is War VS Kingdom

Aikatsu VS Cells at Work VS New Game!

Blue Exorcist VS Sound! Euphonium VS Ashita no Joe

Re:Zero VS My Hero Academia VS Pani Poni Dash

Ouran High School Host Club VS Dragon Quest: The Adventure of Dai VS Children of the Whales

86 vs Erased vs Demon Slayer

Mashle vs Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt vs Bakemonogatari

Skip and Loafer vs Shiki vs My-Hime

Laughing under the Clouds VS Naruto VS Sakura Wars

The Vampire Dies in No Time VS Dragon Ball GT VS Fist of the North Star

Shadowverse VS Blue Lock VS Tamako Market

Legend of the Galactic Heroes VS Lycoris Recoil VS Tanaka-kun is Always Listless

Agatha Christie's Great Detectives Poirot and Marple VS Sonic X VS Samurai Champloo

Cutie Honey VS Tokyo Revengers VS Parasyte

Kaiji VS Deca-Dence VS Clannad

I'm the Villainess, So I'm Taming the Final Boss VS Digimon Adventure VS Charlotte

Kageki Shojo!! VS Majuu Senshi Luna Varga VS Stars Align

Love, Chunibyo, and Other Delusions VS Gintama VS Kakuriyo: Bed & Breakfast for Spirits

Bubblegum Crisis VS Air VS Made in Abyss

Touch VS Fire Force VS Love Live! Sunshine!!

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer VS Sket Dance VS Himitsu no Akko-chan

Zatch Bell VS Little Witch Academia VS Gal & Dino

Parappa the Rapper VS Life with an Ordinary Guy Who Reincarnated into a Total Fantasy Knockout (Fabiniku) VS Talentless Nana

Nyanbo! VS Bomberman Jetters VS Do It Yourself!

Kochikame: Tokyo Beat Cops VS Nobody's Boy Remi VS Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury

Chika Ichiban VS Squid Girl VS Anne of Green Gables

Ikkyuu-san VS The Case Study of Vanitas VS Free!

Birdie Wing: Golf Girls' Story VS Chihayafuru VS So I'm a Spider, So What?

Aggretsuko VS Hakumei and Mikochi VS Mou Ippon

What's Michael VS Kimono Jihen VS Kiratto Prichan

Mushishi VS Uma Musume VS Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Sabikui Bisco VS Dorohedoro VS The World Ends With You: The Animation

Un-Go VS The Case Files of Jeweler Richard VS Tropical-Rouge! Pretty Cure

Sonny Boy VS Tiger & Bunny VS Black Butler

A Place Further than the Universe VS Lupin III (all Parts) VS Tsuritama

Tari Tari VS Maoyu VS Buddy Daddies

Horimiya VS Akiba Maid War VS Cap Revolution Bottleman

Helck VS Play it Cool, Guys VS Revolutionary Girl Utena

right side:

Gegege no Kitarou VS Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood VS Urahara

D.Gray-Man VS Bakuman VS Devilman

Violet Evergarden VS Death Parade VS Speed Racer

Skull Face Bookseller Honda-san VS Mazinger Z VS Planetes

Aim for the Ace! VS Futari wa Pretty Cure VS Saiunkoku Monogatari

Comic Girls VS Galaxy Express 999 VS Dr. Slump

Wedding Peach VS Ronja, the Robber's Daughter VS Haikyuu!

Saint Seiya VS Mahoutsukai Chappy VS Yuri on Ice

Hikaru no Go VS Yona of the Dawn VS Mega Man NT Warrior

Black Lagoon VS Nichijou VS Space Cobra

Ms. Koizumi Loves Ramen Noodles VS Stop! Hibari-kun VS She and Her Cat: Everything Flows

Space Brothers VS Gakuen Alice VS Dragon Ball Z

AKB0048 VS Kino's Journey -The Beautiful World- VS Musashi no Ken

Flip Flappers VS Hamtaro VS Daily Lives of High School Boys

Another VS Descending Stories: Showa Genroku Rakugo Shinju VS Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon

Gurren Lagann VS Hana no Ko Lunlun VS City Hunter

Nadia: The Secret of Blue Water VS Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun VS To Your Eternity

Kiteretsu Daihyakka VS Monthly Girls' Nozaki-kun VS Noir

Bungo Stray Dogs VS Soreike! Anpanman VS Moomin

Hajime no Ippo VS Paranoia Agent VS Mobile Suit Gundam

Maison Ikkoku VS Yuru Camp VS Sherlock Hound

Great Pretender VS Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress VS World Trigger

Little Princess Sara VS Ghost Sweeper Mikami VS Keep Your Hands off Eizouken!

My Next Life as a Villainess VS Kirby: Right Back at Ya! VS Air Gear

Saint Tail VS Haibane Renmei VS Astro Boy

Crayon Shin-chan VS Tokyo Ghoul VS Hell Girl

Heaven's Design Team VS Neon Genesis Evangelion VS Kiznaiver

Servamp VS Akane-chan VS Yo-kai Watch

The Vision of Escaflowne VS Tsurune VS Sk8 the Infinity

The Promised Neverland VS Hime-chan no Ribbon VS Fruits Basket

Urusei Yatsura VS Dr. Stone VS Shaman King

Star of the Giants VS Cardcaptor Sakura VS Angelic Layer

Berserk VS Kodocha VS Ping Pong The Animation

Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's VS Boys over Flowers VS Otherside Picnic

Monster VS Sgt. Frog VS K-On!

Aria VS The Rose of Versailles VS Beyblade

Natsume's Book of Friends VS Planet With VS Detective Conan / Case Closed

Nodame Kantaabire VS Kyou Kara Maoh VS Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans

Duel Masters VS Shounen Ninja Kaze no Fujimaru VS Hunter x Hunter

Mahou Shoujo Lalabel VS Carole & Tuesday VS Powerpuff Girls Z

Big Windup! VS Heartcatch Pretty Cure! VS Fighting Foodons

Gosick VS Ace Attorney VS Inazuma Eleven

Given VS The Prince of Tennis VS Cowboy Bebop

Code Geass VS Teppen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! VS FLCL

Wolf's Rain VS Reborn! VS Princess Tutu

Magic Knight Rayearth VS Romeo x Juliet VS Oshi no Ko

Gankutsuou: The Count of Monte Cristo VS Bakugan VS Jujutsu Kaisen

Yu Yu Hakusho VS Love Live! School Idol Project VS Trigun

Kimba the White Lion VS Waccha Primagi VS Toradora

Ultra Maniac VS Mahou Sensei Negima VS Shoujo Kageki Revue Starlight

Visual Prison VS Steins;gate VS Inuyasha

Vinland Saga VS Assault Lily Bouquet VS Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day

Pop Team Epic VS Gingitsune VS Tokyo Mew Mew

Blue Period VS Higurashi When They Cry VS Fairy Tail

Chargeman Ken VS Shin Sekai Yori VS Chainsaw Man

Beyond the Boundary VS Silver Spoon VS Hyouka

Stitch! VS Mobile Suit Gundam SEED VS Symphogear

Kuroko's Basketball VS Pokemon Horizons VS Gatchaman Crowds

Ghost Stories VS Non Non Biyori VS Samurai Flamenco

Fushigi Yuugi VS Psycho-Pass VS Azumanga Daioh

Bleach VS Dragon Ball Super VS Ace of Diamond

My Neighbor Seki VS Mob Psycho 100 VS No. 6

Full Metal Panic VS Princess Principal VS Ya Boy Kongming!

Sayonara, Zetsubou-sensei VS Puella Magi Madoka Magica VS Vivy: Fluorite Eye's Song

#thank you all for your submissions btw!!!

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tala-bez-i · 6 months ago

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At first sight Chapter Twenty-Two

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

Words: 4467

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“Where did you get these papers?” Haruchiyo asked, spreading out the rest of the documents from the folder on your desk.

“From Tekeomi.” You noticed Sanzu tensing his muscles. “He said to forward them to me.”

"Where did HE get it from?" The man asked coldly.

"I don't know. His assistant didn’t mention anything.” You took the dirty glass and took it to the bathroom to rinse off the cigarette ash. You threw the pet into the small trash can and when you looked in the mirror, you saw that Sanzu wasn't the only one who got dirty.

You washed your face and mouth carefully so as not to re-injure the fresh wound and returned to the room just as your companion was talking to someone on the phone. From his icy tone and a few insults, you figured he was talking to his older brother.

“There was no annotation, asshole.” Sanzu growled impatiently. “I don't give a damn that you're in favor of the meeting now. No. No. NO. Fuck you. Yes, talk to him, because he obviously forgot how to do this type of work.”

He hung up, threw his phone on your bed and leaned over the desk again, looking through the papers once more while muttering to himself.

“There is no annotation, I am not blind.”

You grabbed two new glasses from the cabinet and returned to your desk to pour the rest of the alcohol from the bottle into them. You poured it evenly and handed one glass to Sanzu, which he accepted with a nod and took one sip.

“Maybe the guy just forgot to pass on the information…”

“Dude doesn't like you because you work with me. Simple prejudices.” Haruchiyo said. “If he knew what we just did, he would have a twist in his stomach.”

“Maybe then Takeomi would find a less biased assistant?” You asked, making an innocent joke and the man laughed softly.

"What did he tell you?"

“The guy's file is a copy of what they had in the police archives, so it comes from our man. It's not complete because he didn't have the time or opportunity to copy everything, but... For now, this will have to be enough for us.”

"Us?" You took a sip of the alcohol and looked at Sanzu with a little surprise. “I thought the Uchiyama case was unofficially mine alone…”

“Theoretically it is, but due to the fact that Kisaki delegated you back to me…” He gave you a long look from under his long eyelashes. “I won't let you deal with this shit alone.”

“How nice of you, thank you Haruchiyo.” You muttered, setting your empty glass on the cabinet right next to the desk and leaned over the desk, resting your hands on it.

“Know the grace of the lord.” The other one grumbled and you smiled slightly.

“So the real Uchiyama is dead.”

"Yes. The question is who you saw with Emiko.”

“Maybe it's better to ask her herself?”

“What if he cheated on her too?”

“We won't know until we ask.”

“You are prohibited from approaching this bitch.” Sanzu reminded you in a serious tone.

“Then you talk to her.”

“I am forbidden from approaching her alone.” The man coughed and you looked up at him. Ah, yes... Sanzu and his sweet disposition, especially when he's around people who insulted Manjiro Sano, and Emiko never liked Mikey, what you never understood...

“Then we have an impasse.”

Sanzu grimaced in frustration and slammed his hand on the desk. “All we have to do is ask Takeomi for help.”

“Choji mentioned that Hanma was at her place.” You remembered the words of one of Kisaki's bodyguards.

“Hanma?” The man thought for a moment, then quickly walked over to your bed, took his phone and dialed the appropriate number.

You sat down in your chair behind the desk and while waiting for the pink-haired man to finish his conversation, you picked up one of the reports and started reading it.

The man took care of his younger sister's son for some time, but when the boy was four years old he returned to his mother, who filed an indictment against Ryousuke for child molestation - no traces of abuse of the little boy were ever found. False accusations.

Uchiyama reported several times that his sister, Mrs. Sugiyama, was abusing her three children, especially her oldest son, Daisuke...

Why did he interfere? Usually relatives who don't live with the rest of the family don't report such matters... Oh, he lived with them, or rather she lived with him... Now everything was starting to become clear...

You took another sheet of paper and continued reading. In his teens, Daisuke was sent to a reformatory and his two younger siblings were taken away from their mother due to confirmation of Uchiyama's suspicions of his sister's child abuse. And the woman herself was sent to prison for a short term. Correct, but what else did it have to do with Uchiyama and the case?

The man had no wrongdoings, no debts, and his only enemy was his own sister, so...

You reached for another piece of paper and started looking at it. Ah... Here.

“He applied to adopt Daisuke Sugiyama and was granted it.” You said loudly and Sanzu looked at you uncertainly.

"And what about this?"

“Daisuke Sugiyama came to live with him as his legal guardian after he was released from reform school and after a year, Ryousuke Uchiyama suffered a fatal accident. But two months earlier, his mother and Uchiyama's sister committed suicide... Which was reclassified as murder two years ago."

"So?" Sanzu asked, still not understanding, but when you looked at him, you noticed that the gears in his head were turning at full speed.

“What if the guy claiming to be Ryousuke Uchiyama is Daisuke Sugiyama?”

“He would use his relative's personal information?”

“What if he's just doing it informally?”

Haruchiyo thought for a moment and sent a message to someone.

"What are you doing?"

"Give me a moment." He opened the reply message and nodded. “We'll get more information on this Sugiyama thing in a few hours. If you're right, we'll be able to get the fugitive faster."

“Do you think Emiko knew?” You asked after a moment and Sanzu snorted disdainfully.

“She changed her personal details herself, didn't she?”

“This doesn't prove anything yet…”

"Stop. I bet the mother molested her children and the son later took revenge.” He sat down in the armchair with a loud sigh and stretched his legs out in front of him. He took a bottle of pills from his pocket, took two, and set the bottle on the edge of the desk. He rested his head on his hand, and his bright eyes began to stare into the dark glass. “This case was only supposed to be about murdering whores, not some family drama.”

“Most often, one does not exclude the other.” You replied calmly, pouring another portion of alcohol into the glasses. You offered the man one, which he took after a short while and began sipping the drink. “If this abuse also included molestation… And our Ryousuke Uchiyama, it's actually Daisuke Sugiyama…” Sanzu looked at you attentively, waiting for what you would say next. “Maybe that would explain why he hurt Yuuta. My mother once told me that children imitate the behavior of their guardians or people, they consider to be authorities.

“Even when it comes to bad behavior? About harassment? No child likes this..."

“It's not important. How many people do you know who were harmed in childhood at the hands of their parents, for example alcoholics, and now do the same, despite the fact that they know this pain?”

The pink-haired man scratched his cheek and looked away from you. He drained the glass and set it aside next to the drug bottle.

“I know what you're getting at, and I won't deny that you're right…” He frowned and looked at you again, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “You're not like that.”

"Really?" You asked just as sarcastically, and the room fell silent.

Haruchiyo's bright eyes wandered around your room, stopping at random pieces of furniture or decorations, of which you actually had very little. “Okay, you have episodes.”

“Thank you for your honesty.”

“Are you sure you want to find your son?”

“He's mine and I want to raise him. I owe it to my mother and sisters.” You said, offering Sanzu another glass of alcohol, but this time he refused, so you just poured yourself one and drank it straight away.

“What if you start hurting him?”

“I won't.” You answered with a confident voice, looking at the drink in the glass.

"Where do you get that confidence? You won't deny that you can be aggressive when you drink alcohol, and you like to abuse it."

“Yes, I like drinking alcohol. I'm abusing it, it's true." You drained your glass and looked at the rest of the drink in the bottle. “But I can stop drinking for a long time if I want to…”

“A few days is not a long time.” Sanzu pointed out at you, and you pursed your lips.

“True, but I'm not aggressive without a reason. You know it well that first someone has to seriously threaten people close to me for me to attack.” You raised your index finger and looked carefully at your companion. “And it doesn't matter if I drank or not.”

Sanzu smiled slightly and turned his head to the side. “Children like to throw their caregivers off balance, especially as they grow up.”

“I love my mother too much to raise my hand against a child.”

“You've already done this a few times, remember? That kid in the alley, he was with his friend..."

“The little shit was threatening his schoolmate with a penknife. He deserved a black eye.” You tried to justify yourself as you felt a blush rising to your cheeks. “By the way, he wasn't my kid.”

Sanzu burst out laughing at these words, and a spark of genuine amusement appeared in his eyes. “Tell me, would you be willing to kill for your son?”

“I'm ready to do it.” You replied, making a serious face and the man chuckled softly.

“Oh, interesting, interesting.” He stood up from his armchair, leaned over the desk and grabbed the tip of your chin with his fingers. He looked at you through narrowed eyes for a moment, then he kissed your forehead, your cheek, and when his hand tilted your head slightly, his lips connected with yours in a short kiss, sending a pleasant shiver through your body. “Don't think about it too long.”

He let go of you, took his pills and headed towards the door. You saw him off with sad eyes, because you hoped he would stay at least another hour... And when Sanzu turned around in the doorway to look at you one more time, he smiled broadly and before closing the door behind him, he blew you another kiss. You blushed to the tips of your ears and drank the rest of the alcohol straight from the bottle.

The only consolation was the fact that you would spend the night hunting together, and a shiver of excitement ran through your body.

You went to the window, intending to light a cigarette, which you had already put in your mouth, you opened it and reached out to reach for the ashtray, but your hand found nothing. Your first thought was that Haru's words had come true, and the ashtray had fallen down, but when, feeling a twinge of fear, you leaned out, you didn't notice the missing item either on the path below or on the well-kept lawn. You looked around the windowsill again, thinking your eyes were playing a trick on you, but in fact the windowsill was empty.

With your heart pounding, you began to look around the room and when your eyes landed on a small table with a medium-sized indoor plant on it, you breathed a sigh of relief. Hidden behind one of the large leaves was an ashtray, clean and shiny as new.

You took it in your hand and put it back on the prepared place on the windowsill, took out the lighter and lit a cigarette. You leaned quite comfortably on the windowsill and stuck your head outside. A gentle breeze blew pleasantly across your face, slightly moving your hair, which you hadn't tidied up after Sanzu released it from his grasp, and you smiled to yourself at the memory of the bliss on his beautiful face.

You did it. You gave him pleasure and satisfied him no worse than all those girls who have ever willingly agreed to any sexual activity with such an unpredictable person as Haruchiyo Sanzu. For a moment, you felt so proud of it, as if you were still a teenager and had just experienced your unforgettable first time.

You took a slow and deep drag on your cigarette and looked up at the blue, almost cloudless sky. You wondered what Hanma had already managed to get out of your former fiancée and felt a pang of jealousy that the man could look her in the face. You yourself had many questions for the woman that will never actually be asked, and even if at least some of them are answered, you will never know the whole answer. Shuji promised that he would give you information as soon as he found out something, but you were perfectly aware of the fact that the man would first consult everything with Kisaki and only then, perhaps, he would tell you something.

You understood them, and even though it hurt, you tried not to hold it against them. They were looking out for Bonten's interests, and if you found out anything that could break the camel's back, you would definitely lose control of yourself. You would unleash hell and everything other than revenge would no longer matter to you. You would destroy everything you have built so far, and you would end up with a bullet in your head.

You had an incident that you would rather forget, but on the other hand you will always remember it. You then ended up with a gunshot wound to the chest and the surgeon working for the syndicate told you that you were either extremely lucky that the bullet missed the vital organs, the shooter missed, or it was simply a warning.

You were left with a beautiful scar, and although you vowed to find the shooter and teach him a lesson, you were also grateful that he stopped you. You found out after the fact that any traces you had at the crime scene were destroyed by the chemicals used or by the fire itself. Your action could have seriously harmed everyone, but luckily it ended relatively well.

You blew the smoke through your nose and looked at the glowing tip of the cigarette and you could have sworn you smelled burning flesh again...

You stood in the middle of a spacious room whose decor screamed wealth, wealth, wealth. Behind the large windows you could see the night sky and the lights in the windows of the neighboring buildings, and between them below, the lights of the streets and passing cars. There, it was normal nightlife, and up here... You were the only one alive, or so you thought.

From behind the once white sofa, now almost completely splattered with blood, you heard the man's long, pained groan and your head turned in that direction. You saw one of your victims try to crawl away, but their hands were slipping in puddles of thick, red liquid. You watched him with interest, as if you were watching an animal documentary on TV. You couldn't remember exactly, but you could have sworn you shot the guy at least five times...

“God, let me live… God help me…” The distraught man whispered, his voice choking, and when you moved closer to him so that he could see you, he froze in his tracks. He lifted his head with difficulty and looked at you with fear in his eyes. “Oh God, oh God…”

You crouched down to get a better look at the man and after a moment you recognized him. He was the head of a smaller gang who tried to harm the flourishing Bonten. He was spreading false things about Manjiro Sano, which in itself was a death sentence, but the worst part for you was that he was trying to deceive and frame Haruchiyo Sanzu. It was already a death wish and you decided to fulfill it.

"Please don't... I'm begging you, spare my life..." The man sobbed, clenching his bloody hands into fists and pressing his forehead to the floor. “I learned my lesson, and I will never make that mistake again…”

"You're right." You replied calmly, slightly raising your hand in which you still held the gun. You had already used up the three full clips you had brought with you, and now you were about to finish things off with a fourth. "Look at me."

The man obeyed and his forehead came into contact with the barrel of your gun. Indescribable terror appeared in his eyes, red with tears, and almost animal moans and sobs began to escape from his mouth.

“You will never make a mistake again.” You squeezed the trigger and felt more drops of blood land on your face.

You got up and checked the rest of the seven bodies to make sure no one else had survived. You calmly walked through all the rooms of the apartment and in the bedroom, you found two more bodies lying motionless on the floor. Blood trails leading from the door indicated that the bullets had hit their target as they tried to leave the room.

You nodded in satisfaction and walked over to the large bag you had brought with you. You took out a can of gasoline and started pouring it on the bodies, carpets, curtains and furniture. You didn't think about the consequences then. You also didn't think about the neighboring apartments at that time, because you knew that no one lived on this floor and the two floors below. It was a relatively new building and it belonged entirely to the man you had just shot. This made everything easier for you, especially since the monitoring was still not working and the technician wouldn't show up until the next day.

You put the empty canister down and took the lighter out of your pocket. You looked around again to make sure you were standing in a safe place and threw the lighter at the bodies, which immediately caught fire. The flames spread throughout the rooms in the blink of an eye and soon you felt the stench of burning hair and heat.

At that moment you should have turned around and left, but you couldn't. The flames were so beautiful, and you began to feel them cleansing you of the crime you had just committed. You didn't hear the apartment door open with a bang...

“L/n! What the fuck did you do?!” You heard someone's voice, but you didn't react. “L/n!”

Your eyes noticed movement among the largest gathering of bodies, and it dawned on you that someone had managed to trick you... You pulled out your gun again and aimed...

“L/n! Enough! Get out of here before it all burns down!” Someone turned you around by the arm and you looked into Rindou Haitani's violet eyes.

"I did not finish." You replied briefly and looked back towards the still alive man who was flailing on the floor in flames.

“Go away or we'll shoot you!” Someone else shouted, but you didn't know who, you pulled the trigger, and the burning man froze. The smell of burning flesh was already in the air, and the air was unbearably hot.

“Rindou, leave him!” Ran shouted worriedly, as if sensing what might happen next.

You felt Rindou trying to pull you towards the exit, so in the simplest of reflexes you aimed at his head and... You felt a hit on your chest, though you hadn’t saw the blow and as the younger Haitani took your gun, and you felt wetness trickle down your chest and stomach, and it dawned on you that you had been shot.

It was enough to snap you out of your trance...

“Fuck…” You whispered, pressing your hand to the wound and falling to one knee. You didn't know who shot because there were a few other guys from Bonten standing in the doorway and almost all of them had a gun at the ready.

“L/n! Y/n!” Rindou shouted and grabbed your arm on one side, and his older brother appeared on the other. “Cover all the tracks!” He gave the order and two of the gang rushed forward to deal with the traces of your blood. “Don't try to faint, much less try to die, L/n!”

You were taken out of the apartment where the temperature was already unbearably high. You felt yourself starting to lose consciousness, but you didn't feel any pain, which surprised you...

“If you die, Sanzu will kill you!” Rindou shouted slightly panicked.

"I would like to see that." An angry Ran replied half-jokingly.

When a gust of cold air from outside the building hit your face...

That was the last thing you remembered. A cold gust of air and darkness. You didn't even remember taking the elevator all the way down, and you had to do it because the burning apartment was on the twelfth floor.

You took a drag on your cigarette and slowly blew the smoke out the window where you were standing. You regained consciousness only after a few days, and the first thing you heard after the doctor left was a scolding from Haruchiyo Sanzu, who looked terrible at the time. You later heard from Kakucho that when number two left your room, he took so many drugs that he slept for almost two whole days. I came close to overdosing. You promised yourself then that you would never lose your temper again.

You didn't remember how you got into that building, when and who started shooting... You only remembered the events from the moment you found the man behind the sofa.

You put out your cigarette in the ashtray on the windowsill and closed the window. You stood there for a moment and looked at the clouds floating in the sky. It was after that incident that Sanzu started holding you closer to him, as if he was afraid to let you out of his sight for too long. It quickly stopped bothering you, you got used to it and you were grateful that he didn't abandon you. You did it for him and everyone was aware of the fact that, if need be, you would do it again without hesitation.

You sat back at your desk and opened Ryousuke Uchiyama's file folder again and started reading the reports from the beginning. Before long, your phone rang, and you looked at the screen to see that the call was coming from your coffee shop.

You furrowed your eyebrows in surprise and answered the call. “Y/n L/n on the phone, I'm listening.”

“Boss, this is Asahi…” You heard a woman's voice sounding uncertain, which didn't happen often. “I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you, but there was a customer at the café today who would really like to meet you…”

“About what?” You asked, feeling strangely anxious.

“He said it was a private matter... I had never seen this man before. He didn't look suspicious and I think he was in his sixties...” Came the reply and your mind couldn't place any of your newest enemies who might somehow discover that you were the owner of the coffee shop.

“I understand, Asahi-chan. Did this customer introduce himself?” You asked calmly, still going through the names in your head and trying hard to match them to the man's age given by your employee.

“Ah, he left his card. I have it in my hand...” You heard the gentle rustle of clothes and heard a woman's voice on the phone again. “Detective and Security Services, Tsuyoshi L/n.”

Tsuyoshi L/n... All the blood drained from your face and an icy chill ran down your spine. It is impossible...

“Can you tell me the spelling of the ending shi, please?” You tried to keep your voice steady, but you couldn't hide all your anxiety and there was silence on the phone for a moment.

“Is everything okay, boss?” The woman asked worriedly.

“Yes, yes... Please, Asahi-chan. Spelling of the ending..."

“Ah, of course. The kanji shi is written as in will, purpose.”

Tsuyoshi... So many years have passed...

“Alright, thank you. Did the man have any distinguishing marks?”

“Hmm... A thin scar near his left ear.” The woman answered after a moment and your heart skipped a beat and the blood began to rush back to your face.

"Thank you. Was he clearly visible on the cameras?”

“Boss?”

"Answer me please. Nothing bad is happening. I just want to make sure... It could be a member of my family that I haven't seen in a while and someone has been impersonating him multiple times trying to contact me.” You explained calmly, knowing that Asahi would connect the facts you just talked about with the story you shared with her three years ago.

“Ah! I see!" The woman laughed uncertainly, and you smiled slightly, feeling relieved. “Yes, we have him on recordings. Should I send you a frame from the video where he will be visible?”

“Yes, great idea my dear. I would be grateful."

“Okay, I'll do it. Please give me a few minutes.” You said goodbye to the woman and the call ended.

Tsuyoshi. Detective and security services. Yes, so far everything was consistent with what you remembered and knew. Even the scar next to his ear and his age... Still, you had to see for yourself. Too many people have tried to get closer to you by using this character.

A multimedia message notification arrived on your phone and you opened the photo. The video frame was quite good quality and perfectly showed the face of the coffee shop customer who was trying to contact you.

A tall man in his sixties, gray hair combed neatly and elegantly... A good quality suit, typical for the middle class. Still a handsome face and piercing eyes. It was definitely him, and you hadn't seen him in over 10 years. Tsuyoshi L/n, your dear father's younger brother.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x y/n #male reader #tokyo revengers haruchiyo sanzu #haruchiyo sanzu #haruchiyo sanzu x reader

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shin-arei · 11 months ago

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„̵͕̝̗̥̪̏̿̚͘͠T̸̲̎̿͊̈̽̽͊̓a̴̛̰̯̫̽̊͗͋̈́̋̓̕͝k̵͓̞͚̹̾̀̃i̷̥̮̳͉̱͔͑̑͛̆̉̊͒̆̈́ͅń̴̙̂̾̐̕ǵ̴͇̱͉̮̩̫̣̫̭̭͗̽͊̃̽͌͛ ̸̢̡̥͚͈̮͖̃͐̎̀̏̈́̽͋͘a̸̪͎̮͌͋̔͋̿̇͒̊̕͜͝ͅ ̶͚̝͎̤͎̰͂̔̓̀̅̈̔̐̅͠n̸̨̲̝͕̖͊̇̏͛̀̌ͅȩ̴͔̘̬̙̒̂̏͗w̶͓̘̞͉̝̋́̓̈́͒͌̌̇͘ ̸̨̛̜̹̈́̓͌s̷̢̻̺̽͂͂͘t̴̰̰̠͙̱̹̋̑̈̔̏͋̀͠e̵̜̩̲̖̺̝͉̺̓̾̈͝p̷̱̯̣̳̹̃,̴̫̻͉͎̍̽͊͒̌́͜͠ ̴̧̧͙̱͎͑̇̐́̿̏̚͝ȗ̶͎͉͓̣̪͙̠̂͌̎̿͗͛̄̾͂t̷̳̭̾̔ẗ̷̡̻̘̹́̏͘ͅę̸͇̼̯̥̩̻̃͊̈̈̈́̈́̌̇̚͘͜ͅr̶̛̘̣̹͕̺͋̉ͅi̶̺̖̫̺̞͓̬͛̊͊͛͊̏n̵̙̠̰̺̠̜̽̚g̷͎̭̿͆͐ ̷̱͉̼̒̓̍̉̈́͠͠a̵͎͇̯̥͂͊͊́̿̓̕͠ ̵̝̊̃̈͝n̷̛̜̥̲̻͓͎̠̿̓̈́͒̈͐͝e̴̛͕̣̋̏̎͆̒̌͛͆̈́ẇ̵̟͇͙̓̈́͛͝ͅ ̴̨͚̟̗̹́͂̇w̸̡̨̬̺̤̰̙̺̙̠̔͗́̂͘ȍ̴͈͙͙͉̰̲̗̪̒̋̎̈̽̊̊̒r̵̖̗͕̝̟̲̺̩͂̾̈́͑͆̄d̴̪͙̙̀́͗̈̀̏̂̕͠͝,̵͎̘͖͔̱͒̽̿̀̉̏̽̆̈ ̷͔̦̖̭̳̺͙̾͗̀̉̔̆̓ḯ̶̪͍̒s̶̢̢͉͓͉̞̩̙͆͛́̾͋̕͝ ̷̢̭̟̲̮͇̦̩̈́́͌͆̀̃͘ͅw̵͖͕͖̑̒͌̈́̆͒͊͘ͅh̵̗͈̩͉́ą̴̮̬̖̰͈͋͑̓̒̃̑̉̋̎͆ẗ̸̺͖̳͔ ̴̺͈̣̖̗͋̏̍͗̈́̓̈́͝p̵̬̳̄͜ȩ̴̡̯̫͎̱̞̔͌̿̅̚͜o̴̺̤̖͝͠p̴̪͉̭̻̮͎̼̼͙̽̈̂̉̓̾͌̓̚̚ͅl̷͍̃ḛ̴̘̼̘̫͖̱͋ͅͅ ̷͖͎̝̠̖͎͆̀͜f̴̃͒ͅḛ̶͓̙̦̰̞̾́̽̋͘a̷̢̡̤̯̥͖̯̟̓̈͘͜ŕ̷̨̻̞̥̳̈́̂̇̈̓̐̀͝ ̸̠̻̼͎̤̠͇̠̊̽͋͑͘̕͝͝m̵͉̝̘̤̫͗̾̋͌̕ǫ̷̢̭̗͖̻̎̎̈́͝s̵̢͓̰̭̖̼͍̓̈́͐̅͊͠ͅͅt̶͙͕̞͍͛́̀́͐̑͆͝͠”̷̨͚̝̩̲̲̜̘͂̈̅͗̅͘͘͘͝

Quick art with Reaper Hanma, because bf is writting SCP AU for Tokyo Revengers and asked me to a file picture for Hanma as SCP.

I love the alt cover from TokRev manga with Hanma in a round hat, so I gave him one. Feeling extra fancy and inspired by the goth hats with sigils and moon phases - I decided to instead emboider quote from Crime and Punishment by Dostoevsky under the hat. Took a moment to find it in japanese… but hey, I like it a lot 🤧

Also I’m sick, overworked, life sucks, whatever. I’m not very active, sorry 😔

(Also I lowkey love to implement my watermark into art, instead of just slapping it randomly. Idk, it looks cool and fits somehow)

#shin plz #hanma shuji #hanma #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tr fanart #tokyo revengers fanart #my art

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fueledbysano · 2 years ago

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𝟎𝟏𝟐 | Don't Let Me Go

summary: while in the middle of a deeply personal mission in her hometown, [ Y / N ] recalls the night of her runaway. Mikey unknowingly initiates a big deal in their relationship. Takemichi encourages Moein to meet the two.

content/warnings: this story contains major Tokyo Revengers manga spoilers, canon divergence setting, tenjiku arc setting, comfort, fluff, angst, detailed writing of violence, weapons, blood, death, and strong language.

wc: 3k

a/n: so i just discovered a manga called nine peaks and it has the same idea to the plot of this story!

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“What did I do?” [ Y / N ] spoke, establishing an annoyed tone.

“Oh, nothing. I just wanted to chat.” Izana answered.

“What could we possibly chat about?” She pointed out.

“She doesn’t remember, doesn’t she?” Izana turned to his right-man.

“I don’t think so.” Kakucho answered.

“[ Y / N ] [ L / N ]. 17, born in Yokohama, left at a fire station and tossed around four foster homes. Went by the names; [ Y / N ] Mikami, [ Y / N ] Kaji, [ Y / N ] Ando, and then back to [ Y / N ] [ L / N ].” Izana paced in circles, unraveling the girl's past right before her and his men.

[ Y / N ] was flabbergasted, to say at least. Having heard those words from a man that she's only heard of, and only met today. “Who told you that?” She flatly spoke.

“I can also go on with your real parents, but I only have your father’s file here.” Izana replied, holding up a brown envelope similar to the one in her car.

“Where did you get that?” She folded, failing to conceal the confusion in her voice.

“Here’s your dinner, [ Y / N ].” The same stale bread and bland soup was served in front of [ Y / N ], just like a thousand times before. Being thirteen years old in an orphanage was quite a rare case, considering that kids are typically adopted before hitting adolescence.

[ Y / N ] has, though. Not once, but three times; by different families. However, she still felt foreign in any home she stayed in, not as different from the orphanage, urging her to transfer with every return.

This was something that no teenager dreamt of. Today, she decided to break the cycle and live on her own, if no one would take her in.

[ Y / N ] had no choice but to take the food for one last time, knowing that it will be a long night ahead of her.

She shortly followed her roommates when she finished eating, blending in to the wave of kids as they prepared for bedtime.

“Why aren't you in your pajamas yet?" The girl on top of her bunk bed asks.

“These are my sleeping clothes.” She simply answered, slowly lifting the blankets and tuckig herself in.

Underneath it was also a duffel bag, containing her clothes, a crowbar and wire cutter which she’d earlier stole from the storage unit. After all, those are the basics of hijacking a car according to her mechanics book.

The rest of rhe kids are starting to return to the room, which indicates bedtime. [ Y / N ] immediately knew that she was now in the hardest phase of her escape plan.

In the future where she may decide to learn about her real family, she would need her personal file that’s being kept in the office. She’d tried asking for it before, but was always denied or ignored. So she took the matter in her own hands.

“Good night, kids.” The headmistress spoke before shutting the lights off.

Reaching to her pockets, [ Y / N ] proudly smiled at herself when she quietly took the keys of the admin office.

She'd snatched it from the lady just minutes ago, as she was having dinner. [ Y / N ] had never pickpocketed her whole life, and she was surprised that she pulled it off just fine.

A couple of minutes had already passed. [ Y / N ] was growing impatient but some kids may still be awake. She tossed and turned under the sheets, recalling the plan in her head over and over as time passed.

Gray cabinet. Low drawer.

“Hello?” When [ Y / N ] was sure that the her roommates were asleep, she quietly snuck to the door and into the hallway.

Normally, an eerie-looking dark hallway would scare her. But she was too focused to the office ahead and she was determined that she can pull this off.

Upon unlocking the office, she headed straight to the file cabinet which contained her file, based on her observations. “Yes!” Upon seeing her name, she retrieved it from the drawer, not bothering to close it back or lock the door on the way out.

Some kids were already asleep when [ Y / N ] took her duffel bag in one go. She jumped through the window, and over the fence, heading to the driveway where the social worker’s sedan was parked.

She jammed the crowbar onto the window and jimmied the lock, moving it in left-to-right motions, just like her book stated.

Under the steering wheel were the bundle of wires she pulled on, not seeing the wire she was supposed to pull, due to the dim lights.

“I’m so screwed.” She chanted, almost out of breath as she attempted to look for the wires that connected to the engine. Reaching for her bag, she scanned through the pages and looked for the information, using it as some sort of manual.

“There you go.” She snipped the orange wire, ready to hotwire it, just like in the shows. However, she started to realize that this will be her first time driving. Luckily, it’s an automatic vehicle. She’s read about it and watched shows, but never really put it to practice.

“Is that [ Y / N ]?” Her nerves chilled when she heard her name from a distance, realizing that the lights to her dorm room were open, and one kid was looking through the window.

“Oh no.” She slammed the wires faster as the engine sputtered, giving one last spark before it finally started.

“No turning back.” She reminded herself before putting a seatbelt on and then shifting to drive.

She didn’t anticipate the sudden movement when she stepped on the gas and went, bumping into another car on the way. The SUV alarmed the street, which brought [ Y / N ] to a sense of urgency.

Luckily, the orphanage was in a suburban area which didn’t have lots of turns, giving her the chance to just simply… drive. Upon reaching a fairly far distance, the rush had already started to die down, and [ Y / N ] felt like she’d just escaped a prison. She chuckled to herself, taking in that she actually pulled it off.

The chuckling turned into a whole laugh, until she was fully cackling and driving at high speed.

It’s only a matter of time before someone realizes that a kid is driving, so she has to find a stopover soon.

However, at this time, most places were already closed and dark. [ Y / N ] could already see the city lights and the highway with bustling cars. She didn’t have the courage to drive on it yet, but she had nowhere to go at this point.

Pulling over at a convenience store, [ Y / N ] took her bag and untangled the ignition wires which brought the car to a stop.

Reaching for her pockets, She realized that her money wasn't enough to buy even a bottle of water. Leaning against the hood and out of breath, [ Y / N ] took a big sigh and calmed her nerves. Running away was her grand plan and she pulled it off. She was actually on her own now.

[ Y / N ] didn’t hear the store bell chiming and the quick footsteps receding until a guard showed up and yelled, “Damn brats! Give it back here!”

She looked up to see two kids in the distance, running off with their clothes stuffed.

“Hey, you with those two?” She flinched when the guard walked up to her.

“No sir, I just got here.” She stood up straight.

“What kind of scam are you pulling, huh? Where are your parents? I’ll get you picked up right no—” Although she wasn’t guilty of stealing from the store, the thought of being sent back to the orphanage frightened [ Y / N ]. So with a big swing, she hit her bag at the guard and followed the direction where the two kids were running off to.

“Hey, wait up!” She tried to call, but they only ran faster. She noticed that one kid had white hair, while the other had black before they disappeared after turning right.

When she followed, [ Y / N ] was met by an abandoned nursing home. The front was blocked with metal scraps and caution signs, which she ignored and decided to jump and climb through.

In the distance was a stairway leading underground, where footsteps were heard and she followed.

Upon reaching the floor, [ Y / N ] yelped when she saw the two boys standing in the middle of the room with stolen chips, drinks, and noodle cups from the store.

“Okay, I think we lost them both.” The black haired kid spoke.

“You think?” The tan-skinned kid says upon seeing [ Y / N ] on the stairs, who was in silence.

“So, what’s your story?’ He asked.

“Where are your parents?” The other one spoke.

“Don’t have ‘em.” [ Y / N ] simply answered, holding onto the railings as she headed soon and observed the place.

“I think you should stay here, be a part of our gang.” She grew confused once the older kid spoke.

“She— what? This has not been discussed.” the other one said.

“It is now. We could use a girl to look innocent and as a distraction.” He explained, while [ Y / N ] listened to their conversation. Soon enough, she realized what he may be talking about.

“I… want to be an F1 driver. Not a thief.” She spoke out.

“You don’t have many options. It’s just us.” The white-haired kid pointed out.

“I’m Kakucho, this is Izana.” The other one introduced themselves.

He was right. She was a fugitive now. Maybe staying with other stray kids is her safest option for now. However, nothing beyond the escape was in her anticipation. She was anxious about living out in a sketchy place with basically nothing.

To say that she was speechless is an understatement. All the feelings from her body seemed to have drained up along with the rush, leaving her staring into the ground; no home, no friends, her life is basically to be rebuilt.

“Is she crying?” Kakucho asks as they observe the girl.

“She’s got no parents. We both remember what that’s like.” Izana says.

“Where can I leave my coat?” [ Y / N ] finally spoke, still not breaking her gaze.

“You can keep your clothes over there.” Izana gestured to an empty cabinet.

“I have to take my other stuff from the car.” [ Y / N ] spoke, remembering about her file.

“Be careful,okay? Dinner will be ready when you’re back!” Kakucho says, taking the food in his arms.

“Took you so long?” Izana asks, pouring a bag of potato chips over the hot noodles.

“He thought you chickened out and bailed.” He laughed, gesturing at Kakucho.

“No, I got us more food.” [ Y / N ] chuckled, ,showing them a take-out bag.

“Stir fry?! Amazing!” Kakucho exclaimed upon recognizing the logo on the bag.

“How did you get this?” Izana asks as she sets the food down. [ Y / N ] remained silent, placing her file on the makeshift table.

“I have my ways.” She put it simply— pickpocketed a middle-class man and bought take out with the money. Izana knew right away what she meant. Maybe, the two of them were meant to meet her and have her join their little team. And she seemed tough, too. With a smile, he slung an arm over her shoulder, “Welcome to our kingdom!” He chuckled before proceeding to feast on their dinner.

After a while, it was the middle of the night when [ Y / N ] decided to shower in the only bathroom that still worked. “I apologize if the water in there was slow.” Izana spoke upon seeing her return to the makeshift common room.

“No worries. I’ve been to worse ones.” [ Y / N ] admitted, watching him pick up a run-down guitar while Kakucho started to make himself comfortable on the futon.

“I play this acoustic guitar before we sleep because it helps Kaku, I hope you don’t mind. And, I’m still learning.” Izana explained.

“Of course. This is your home, after all.” She nodded, letting the boy strum off-key chords and strings.

“Our home now.” Izana corrected, flashing her a kind smile.

Three A.M. and both boys were fast asleep, while [ Y / N ] still laid awake. Izana and Kakucho seemed to be nice kids who were put into this circumstance with only having each other as family. However, Living in an abandoned nursing home with two other orphans wasn’t something she anticipated at all.

While they were kind, and seemed to be safe in the place, [ Y / N ] is still in Yokohama— the exact city she was running away from.

While staying with Izana and Kakucho may seem the safest option, she wasn’t sure of how things would turn out in the long run. Although risky, living on her own is in her best interests.

And that night, [ Y / N ] quietly walked past the sleeping Izana and Kakucho, navigating herself through the candle-lit room as she gathered her stuff to leave.

Reaching to her pockets, she left the spare change on their makeshift dinner table, making sure to take the envelope that contained her file.

But what she didn’t notice is one important document slipping out of it, left out in the dark as [ Y / N ] quietly left, careful not to wake the sleeping boys.

“You seem… different.” Was the only words she could say upon looking back at the memory. The day she ran away was simply to put it, full of emotions. Some experiences that didn’t turn out the way we expected tend to be concealed with different memories— something vague and not so memorable.

Hence, not remembering their meeting until Izana and Kakucho mentioned it.

“Right. The fuck happened to me?” Izana chuckled. [ Y / N ] silently agreed. The young Izana she met at the abandoned nursing home seemed to be far from who he turned out to be.

“I guess you’re really pushing to your F1 racer dream, huh?” He mentioned.

“Look, I’m sorry I left. I just can't stand staying here any longer.” She explained.

“I know. I think it’s the perfect time to return this to you.” Izana spoke, holding out a brown envelope. “You left it behind.”

“What do you want?” She spat.

“Like I said, I just wanted to return what’s yours. Don’t you want to meet your father?” He asks, displaying the document in front of her.

So that’s where it ended up, [ Y / N ] had always assumed that it had been left somewhere, thrown away, or simply stolen. She also figured that as long as she still had her mother’s information, it wouldn’t be difficult to know her father.

Yet, she knows nothing about the circumstances she was born into. Simply obtaining her father’s file would save her from all the confrontations that may arise.

But knowing the men who ran gangs and being friends with some, she knew that this information wouldn’t just be given back to her for free.. They surely want something from her in return. Not to mention the fact that Tenjiku and Toman are not on good terms at the moment.

“Is that all? Can I go now?” She answered, making up a decision to refuse the offer.

With a sigh, Izana nodded and stuffed his hands in his pockets, “What a pity,” He says, stepping in front of [ Y / N ], practically towering her figure. “Everything could’ve turned out so differently if you stayed.” He pointed out.

“See her outside boys.” Izana demanded, which Rindou and Ran immediately obeyed. The Haitanis escorted [ Y / N ] out of the hideout and back into her car, remaining silent as they could feel the tension practically surrounding [ Y / N ]’s aura.

It was until [ Y / N ] reached for the car door when Ran spoke up, “He takes ‘no’ for an answer. Just take it.” He says while Rindou handed her the envelope she just declined.

The midday skies take on a pink-amethyst hue. The darkness brought a crown of moonlight, smiling upward at the morning heavens and dimming up the busy city. Mikey opened the garage door upon hearing the blaring engine of [ Y / N ]’s car. He trotted to the driver’s side, his locks weaving before opening it to reveal a flustered [ Y / N ].

“Hey…” He asks, eyes searching hers to try and get her to talk. “Come here.” He immediately ushered her out of the car and back to the working shed, carrying the parts she bought from her run.

“What took you so long?” Mikey asks, as if he hadn’t already figured out her whereabouts.

“I feel really stupid, but uh… I couldn’t find the parts I’m looking for.” She explained and headed to Mikey’s motor parts, sparing a soft smile to him. She knew her lie would eventually backfire, knowing well that Mikey is not a stupid person.

Of course, she plans to tell everything one day when things are settled. But, now’s just not exactly divine timing.

“You gotta go all the way to Yokohama? Really?” He finally muttered. Mikey mentally scolded himself from the sudden word spill, unsure of how [ Y / N ] will react to his speculations. Now [ Y / N ] was truly confused. She froze on the spot and her mind was cornered. There was no point in denying.

“Hey, were you following me?” She turns to him with a scoff.

“I don’t need to. Why are you always sneaking off there? Huh?” Mikey questioned, crossing his arms and giving her a confrontational look.

“No, can we circle back to the fact that you are stalking me?!” She asks once more, realizing that the trips to her hometown were not as low-key as she thought.

With a sigh, Mikey put away the wrench and stepped closer to the girl. “[ Y / N ], You’re in the enemy’s territory.” He pointed out, as if she hadn’t already known. [ Y / N ], of course, kept it in mind during her last visits. She just didn’t think that she was relevant enough to be targeted by the Tenjiku executives. Hell, she wasn’t even a member of Toman in the first place.

Yet, she was taken into their hideout into a serious talk, but mentioned nothing about the ongoing fight at all. Something about the whole interaction was just… off.

Maybe, they do see her as an important figure to Toman now, especially to their president.

“And you’re my girlfriend, I’m allowed to worry about you!” She looked up and over just in time to see Mikey’s expression. His words rang through her like a bell, a particular word reverberating through her mind.

There was no denying that the feelings were present. Although nothing was formally agreed upon, it just registered to Mikey that he just called her his girlfriend for the very first time.

“I am?” She asks abruptly, her eyes as wide as the boy who just confessed.

“Uh…” The fluster in Mikey’s voice was enough to make [ Y / N ] realize how awkward the situation has shifted to.

“Well…” [ Y / N ]’s body immediately tensed as his response finally reached her. Maybe he wasn’t sure either? Was it something he said out of a “spur of the moment”?

Before either of them could speak, their heads turned to the garage door where insistent knocking could be heard from the other side.

“Hey, it’s evening. Don’t knock so barbarically.” [ Y / N ] scolded as they both made their way towards the heavy doors, lifting it at the same time.

“I’m sorry, is this a bad time?” Takemichi asks as the two appear.

“Yeah.” [ Y / N ] and Mikey answered in unison.

“Mikey-kun, Mucho is Toman’s traitor! He took Koko with Tenjiku.” Takemichi immediately blurted. Mikey listened to the urgency in his voice, and noticed his and Inui’s bruised faces, indicating that they were attacked and brought into this moment.

In a distance, just behind Inui, Mikey sees an unfamiliar girl who stood by Inui’s motorcycle.

“Get everyone. We’ll have a meeting.” He demanded.

“Yes.” The two nodded.

“Mikey-kun, can we talk?” Inupi chimed.

“Wait at the shrine. I’ll get my uniform real quick.” Mikey replied and searched for his motorcycle keys while Inui headed off to his own ride.

“Hey, uh, I just washed the one you left here last time… it’s in my dresser.” [ Y / N ] pointed at the door to her room. “Oh, thanks.” He scurried past her and into the room to get changed.

[ Y / N ] remained in place as the door shut, recalling the exact flow of their conversation.

Girlfriend. Dating exclusively? A relationship? Had she been a girlfriend to him all this time?

While deep into thought, Takemichi gestured Morin to come closer while he approached a static [ Y / N ]. “Uh, [ Y / N ]-chan, I have—”

“Mikey just called me his ‘girlfriend’!” She suddenly blurted, yet keeping a toned down voice, keeping in mind that the boy was just in the next room. “I mean, we’ve never really talked about it! It feels like we are, but, like I said, we never really made anything official so I don’t think much— but— Do we seem like boyfriend-girlfriend to you guys?” She rambled, toying with the zipper of her racer jacket.

In the distance, Morin now observed in confusion. [ Y / N ] seemed to be tense, looking as if she was scolding the blonde. “Man, what are you doing?” She whispered to herself.

Takemichi was puzzled, to say the least, thinking that [ Y / N ] and Mikey had been long boyfriend-girlfriend to each other. “Well…” The words were just at the tip of his tongue before [ Y / N ] rambled again.

“How did you handle it with Hina? Did you ask her with flowers and all that cheesy shit? Did you talk or something? Or it just happened?” She asked. He scratched his head, “Not really flowers, but—”

“Oh, I’m sorry, what were you saying earlier? You have what?” [ Y / N ] suddenly remembered and felt rude, shaking her head.

“Let’s wait for Mikey-kun.” Takemichi sighed. “Right.” She nodded in response. “Holy shit Mucho took Koko with them?!” [ Y / N ] exclaimed.

“Pretty much. He set me up too. If it wasn’t for Koko… Me and Inupi will be in bad shape right now.” He explained. “Holy shit.” [ Y / N ] shook her head.

Shortly, their heads both turn to the door once Mikey is finished, “Okay, let’s go.” He gestured. Takemichi followed shortly while [ Y / N ] stayed close to the Toman president.

“Come here.” Morin was too dazed to hear Takemichi’s cue; looking at [ Y / N ] smoothen the wrinkles on Mikey’s shirt while he looked down at her with pure adoration, as if they weren’t just throwing words at each other earlier. A single glance at them would leave no questions if they were in fact— smitten for each other.

She felt a sudden sense of nostalgia; remembering how [ Y / N ] would tell her stories about how much she loved Mikey. It’s unbelievable how she could see it with her own eyes, even without them speaking a single word.

“Uh, guys?” Takemichi spoke, all their heads turning to him.

“Yeah?” Mikey and [ Y / N ] ask in unison.

“Meet Morin.” He gestured towards the dirty-blonde-haired girl.

“...Hi.” She paused for a moment, before remembering to politely bow.

“She’s uh… my cousin.” Takemichi instilled, insisting to carry on with the “cousin” lie.

“What’s up…” [ Y / N ] nodded politely.

Upon seeing the unknown girl up close, Mikey was jumbled, to say the least, as if his brain was being fogged from a picture. “Did you have Dojo classes with my grandpa?” He questioned.

“No, I don’t think so.” Morin shook her head, finding the response rather odd.

“Huh. You looked like one of the kids there.” He casually spoke, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he headed to his motorcycle. He thought that she looks almost like Emma, but also doesn't. He could not pin it, but he could also see a bit of someone else in her features.

“Huh…” Morin simply nodded.

“I’ll see you later.” Mikey turned to [ Y / N ]. She returned a small wave and a smile, watching the two boys get on the motorcycle and coming out of sight.

[ Y / N ] stayed silent for a moment until the notable engine sounds were gone too. “So…” She slowly turned her head to Morin.

It’s rather odd, considering she’s never told anyone when she was just thinking of it the other day. She’s never met a person who had the name in mind, yet, one actually came up today.

“What did he say your name was again?” [ Y / N ] questioned, ensuring if she heard it right and clear.

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kevotsuka · 6 months ago

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thanks to @whatwepostintheshadows and @lastlatebraker for tag me, im o sorry all of my wips are a bit...

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs. (um, i can not-)

I don't think i can list all of them, honestly. And all of them are in spanish but if you ask i can talk about it (or traslate my notes) (if tumblr let me in in my inbox...)

(Also i'm gonna cheat because i don't want to put here my OC's fics sorry my babies are made for pegging bez in my drafts and they love stay there)

MotoGP:

Souldoors | Lucalex

Fake wedding au | lucalex

Preg! Bez | MB72

Mechanic Alex AU | lucalex

Ghoul AU | MotoGP

Uni Roomies AU | lucalex

QPR | AM73, lucalex

Hogwarts AU | MotoGP

Cupid AU (red strings) | MB72, AM73

Nudo Gordiano (fake wedding AU) | lucalex

Uni DORNA au | motogp

El romance, la sexualidad y el tedio: una tesis | AM73

others fandoms under the cut:

Tokyo Revengers:

From life unto life and for always (I'll be there when you need me around) - Soulmate AU | KokoNui

Mitsuya . NSFW rokuhara | MitsuRan

Rumor en las olas | TR Pirates AU

Dude (looks like a lady) | MitsuRan

Vampiro AU | RanMitsu

Lo que no se dice (puedo sentirlo en mi alma) - Instituto Soulmates | KokoInu

mitsuya - plan | Ranmitsu

mitsuya . Ran fantasma AU | ranmitsu

twist | ranmitsu

yuzusen motogp esquema

Santake dead dove

Blanco | Ranmitsu

Alice in N.Y | Ranmitsu

SPY x Family AU | ranmitsu

Ran - Conspiración Boten | MitsuRan

Conspiración navideña | Mitsuran, Ringry, Kokoinu

Inupi - Soulmate AU extra 4.5| kokonui

Tenjiku Mitsuya | Ranmitsu

Case 143 | ranmitsuhoya

Flame Lore | TR Katekyo AU

¿? - Soulmate AU | mitsuran

Koko - Hanahaki Disease | Inukoko

Kakucho - Instituto Soulmates | IzaKaku

Doggie | BajiKoko

Ran - Time Travel AU | Mitsuran

Koko - BNHA x KHR AU | bajikoko

Vals para tres | RanMitsuHoya

TokRev Ent. | ranley

Matrimonio Deuda | RanMitsuHoya

3 + 1 Ranley

Poetas Muertos (24.02.2022) | Mitsuran

Isekai HP | ranmitsu

El shinigami y el general del invierno - Hwayugi AU | Ringry

Doc x Shinigami - Death Note AU | ranmitsu

La araña tras la cascada - hwayugi AU | ranmitsu

notas | Maestros AU

Otros

Por ti, para hacerte feliz | Soukoku (BSD)

MuraHina (Haikyuu x Kuroko no Basket)

Cain & Abel (Hazbin Hotel)

yo soy tu, tu eres yo [sol y gravedad] | kacchako (BNHA)

Versace Prince | Hyunibini (SKZ RPF)

i have too many wips... im exausted and this isn't the half of them but

and tagging no one because

#alexa play sorry for my english by in2it #honestly thanks for the tag #i dont remember half of them so go in my docs was fun #wip game

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angellicmp3 · 9 months ago

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https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/2310696

Intro post :3

Hello I’m Angellic.Mp3

He/him—19—MINORS ARE NOT WELCOME‼️

I will post sexually explicit & suggestive things.

I’m new to the f/o community, I’m a transguy with about a million and one f/os.

This is a side blog so i don’t follow or send likes from here :( —Not comfortable sharing my personal incase my mutuals find me.

more info :

I sincerely do not want to engage with proship discourse, it’s draining and exhausting.

I believe that self ship/general shipping an adult with a child, as well as incestual ships, are wrong. Even if it’s “just a fictional character”

I enjoy dark fiction and yandere, as well as horror themes. I have horror f/os, and f/os with sadistic themes.

Proship and Antis can interact with my blog— I do not care. I also don’t care about sharing f/os, just don’t f/o my ocs lmao.

[WORK IN PROGRESS!! UNDER CONSTRUCTION!! ALWAYS ADDING AND TAKING OFF!! :) ]

Fictional others (that i am comfortable being public about + ranked by how much I think about them [at this point in time]):

Vincent (oc) 🚭🖥️

Walter Sullivan (Silent Hill 4: The Room)

Henry Townshend (Silent Hill 4: The Room)

Logan Howlett [The Wolverine] (The X-Men comics + movies)

Frank Castle [The Punisher] (The Punisher comics only, neither of the movies or the tv series)

Tim / Masky (Marble Hornets / Creepypasta)

Brian / Hoodie (Marble Hornets / Creepypasta)

Daniel ‘Oz’ Osbourne (Buffy The Vampire Slayer) 🐺🦇

Max Rockatansky (Mad Max) 🏍️🏜️

The Hylics crew (Wayne, Somsnosa, Dedusmuln, and Pongorma as a polycule)🌙💀🫗👹

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas [1974]) 🐈‍⬛🏚️

Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil)

Ricardo Irving (Resident Evil)

Pete White (The Venture Bros.)

Charles Foster Ofdensen (Metalocalypse)

Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice the movie + the cartoon Not the musical)

Data Soong (Star Trek)

Lore Soong (Star Trek)

Spamton G. Spamton (Deltarune)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling friends)

Norman Bates (Psycho)

Hiromi Higuruma (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Russia (Hetalia)

England (Hetalia)

Deacon Brucke (What We do in the Shadows)

Edward Nashton/Edward Nygma [The Riddler](Batman)

Simon Petrikov (Adventure Time)

Hanma Shuuji (Tokyo Revengers) [older timelines only]

Illumi Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)

Jack Walten (The Walten Files)

Alternate Gabriel (The Mandela Catalogue)

Jervis Tetch [The Mad Hatter] (Batman)

Doug Rattman (Portal)

Yuuta Okkotsu (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Cid Highwind (Final Fantasy 7)

Cait Sith (Final Fantasy 7)

Ban (Seven Deadly Sins)

Alexei Smirnoff (Stranger things)

BYE BYE !!! :)

#intropost #Angellic.mp3

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conflagrate · 1 year ago

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Autumn 2023 Anime + TV Season

I can’t believe it’s another season!

Anime

Despite a strike-filled quarter in the Western world, I still found very little anime suitable to my tastes. I must accept that, like how Vtubees and Holothingies dominate the conversations these days, that the industry has moved on without me! (not that I really care…). But boy, is it hard to write a season preview when it’s the norm for shows to have a screwed-up production schedule to the point where they spillover into the following cour (here’s looking at you, Zombie show…)

Rankings 1. Horimiya -piece- 2. Jujutsu Kaisen 3. Bungou Stray Dogs S5 4. Zom 100

Shows (to be) completed: 6 Continuing: 1

Well that’s an awful number...but expected!

Moving on to autumn….

Must Watch: Seijo no Maryoku S2 (YES YES YES), MahoYome S2 pt 2, Goblin Slayer S2 (might as well….), Arknights S2 (sigh), SPY x FAMILY S2, Kusuriya no Hitorigoto, Sousou no Frieren [off to a great start already!]

Sounds Interesting! Hope It Doesn’t Suck!: Overtake!, Kamonohashi Ron no Kindan Suiri, 16bit Sensation, Pluto, Under Ninja, Hoshikuzu Telepath, Kawagoe Boys Sing

Not My Thing but Who Knows!: Megumi no Daigo, Ragna Crimson, Yuzuki-san’chi no Yonkyodai, Kamierabi, Onmyoji, Migi to Dali (the manga is so-so but I might watch cos RIP Sano Nami), Good Night World, Undead Unluck, Hametsu no Okoku, Akuma-kun, Atarashii Joushi wa Dotennen, Dog Signal

Do I Have To…? (No I Don’t): Ojo to Banken-kun, Shangri-La Frontier, Dekoboko Majo, SHY, Bullbuster, Kikansha no Mahou, Bokura no Ameiro Protocol, 100Kano, Hanako-kun, Matsuinu

Sequel/Spinoff Hell: Captain Tsubasa S2, FLCL (just why??), MF Ghost (it’s an Initial D thing so I may just give it a go??), Tokyo Revengers, Kage no Jitsuryokusha S2, Kizuna no Allele S2, Uma Musume S3, Beyblade X, Tate no Yusha S3, Kanojo mo Kanojo S2, Otona Precure, Saihate no Paladin S2, Nanatsu no Taizai, Dead Mount Death Play Pt 2, Dr Stone New World Pt2, Rail Romanesque S2 (WHYYYY)

Light Novel/Isekai/Villainess Hell: S Rank Musume, Boshoku no Berserk, Wataoshi, Toaru Ossan, Ikenai Koto, Kimizero, Hikikomari Kyuketsuki, Buta no Liver, Tearmoon Teikoku Monogatari, Potion-danomi,

Idol/Vtuber/AI/Musical Hell: B Project, Paradox Live, HypMic S2 (do I really want to torture myself again?), Imas Million Live

Continuing: Jujutsu Kaisen S2

Expected Load: 10

Oh shit I’m scared I may pick up too many shows for autumn!

TV & Streaming

What I’ve been watching in 3Q23…

Disney+/Hulu: Only Murders in the Building S3, Ahsoka, Kisetsu no nai Machi Netflix: The Lincoln Lawyer S2, Heartstopper S2 HBO: Full Circle, Mare of Easttown+ Apple TV: Hijack Amazon Prime: Wilderness, Deadloch Peacock: Twisted Metal, The Continental* BBC: Wolf, The Woman in the Wall,Colin From Accounts S1 [Binge Aus], Sherwood S1+, The Thick Of It+ S1-4, Funland+ Others: Special Ops: Lioness (Paramount+), The Newsreader S1+2 (ABC Australia), The Ipcress File+ (ITV), The Prisoner+ (ATV), Tsukutabe (NHK+), The Booth at the End (City)

+=older show, *=continuing

Total series completed: 23 Full-length films watched: 45

Holy moley guacamole I watched way too many films…

Writers’ strike just ended (pending ratification) and actors are still picketing so who knows when we’ll get new episodes of any network telly worth watching? Meanwhile, the ROTW & streaming keeps truckin’ on…

CBS: NCIS: Sydney(?) NBC: Irrational(?) Disney+/Hulu: Loki S2, A Murder at the End of the World, Culprits Netflix: Bodies, The Fall of the House of Usher(?), All The Light We Cannot See(?) HBO/Max: Julia S2 Apple TV: Slow Horses S3, Lessons In Chemistry BBC: Boiling Point, Time series 2, Vigil S2, The Way(?) ITV: The Long Shadow, Payback, Breathtaking(?), Orphan Black: Echoes(?) Showtime: Fellow Travelers(?), The Curse Gameshows: Only Connect, Richard Osman’s House of Games Reality: Produce 101 Japan S3 + older shows whenever I feel like it...

Why am I watching so much stuff instead of doing something productive with my time?

#misc

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jaynedolluk · 2 years ago

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BEST TV OF 2022 PART 3

I watched quite a few films on Netflix. My favourites were: The White Tiger, Do Revenge, Werewolves Within, Wendell + Wild, Glass Onion, The School for Good & Evil, The Curse of Bridge Hollow, The Bubble, Don’t Look Up, Metal Lords (altho’ Skullflower never fails to make me laugh), Manc, Enola Holmes 2 and The Trial of the Chicago Seven. I really didn’t like Blonde tho’ – I thought it did a huge disservice to Marilyn Monroe by only showing her victimhood.

I watch a lot of detective/crime dramas. 2022 saw the return of some of my favourites – McDonald & Dodds, Van Der Valk, Shetland, Death in Paradise, The Alienist, Vienna Blood, Traces, Grantchester, Top Boy, Bloodlands, The Capture (I thought the 2nd series was stronger than the 1st) Professor T., Gangs of London, and Strike. Also, We Hunt Together (which I think is incredibly under-rated and I can’t understand why the dark femininity crew aren’t all over it). Another couple of shows I think are really under-rated are Babylon Berlin + Snowfall – really don’t understand why they don’t get more love.

New crime dramas/thrillers included Inside Man (would love a spin-off series w/Stanley Tucci’s character), Nine Perfect Strangers, The House Across the Street, Tokyo Vice (personally, I thought it was over-rated), Wreck (pleased to see it’s already getting a second series), Sherwood, Rules of the Game and Four Lives (about the victims of the serial killer Stephen Port). A couple of BBC dramas I really liked were Red Rose, Chloe and The Responder and Channel 4 did a good prison drama, Screw which I hope gets recommissioned.

ITV also did a reasonably good adaptation of The Ipcress File as well as a drama about that man who faked his own death then turned up in South America as part of an insurance fraud – The Thief, His Wife and the Canoe – and The Walk-In w/Stephen Graham, based on the true life case of someone giving evidence against a fascist group. Channel 4 did a quick turnaround to do a show based on the Vardy vs. Rooney court case. BBC also did one called Floodlights which was the true story of child abuse in football.

I did watch Dahmer + thought it was excellent but really hard to watch. Plus, I actually loved The Watcher (despite it getting slated by the critics).

I was glad to see the return of Chucky which was as mad as ever plus The Terror (which this time was set in World War 2 in a Japanese internment camp), Inside No. 9, the final series of Noughts & Crosses and Dr Who (seeing the end of Jodie Whittaker’s turn as the Doctor). Also returning for second series on Netflix were two favourites of my mine, Russian Doll and Umbrella Academy and I finally watched S1 of Squid Game (which I loved). There were also new shows such as Guillermo Del Toro’s Cabinet of Curiosities, The Sandman and Wednesday (which was one of my favourites of the year) plus I finally got round to watching The Irregulars (sad to see it got cancelled after only one series). Sky did an adaptation of The Midwich Cuckoos (which I quite liked) plus a great time travel show called The Lazarus Project (which I really hope gets another season). Harley Quinn returned + I love the relationship between Harley & Ivy.

#end of year

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garoujo · 2 years ago

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HOW THEY TEASE YOU — TOKYO REVENGERS

feat : sano manjiro, ryuguji ken, haitani rindou, hanma shuji + (akashi) sanzu haruchiyo

ღ warnings — f. reader, teasing, groping, you’re in public but mostly alone, some light spanks, some grinding, making out, draken calls you princess, probs ooc but idc.

ღ note — hmph my tokrev brainrot is coming back so i’m apologising in advance for these sob >~<

・✶ ｡ﾟ SANO MANJIRO / MIKEY

mikey was a little lazier with his teasing, like fleeting touches, deliberately breathing over the sensitive skin on your neck or allowing his hands to rest over your figure, on the places he knows make you keen most.

it’s quiet where you’re stood in the hallway, waiting on your boyfriend to finish up with his meeting as the rest of the kanto manji gang file out of the doors while you tap away at something on your phone, offering a few familiar smiles to the executives before you’re left alone once more. you jump suddenly when you feel a familiar weight press against your back, recognising the warm immediately as mikeys before you feel his lips smear a few kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck, goosebumps pricking at your skin with the sudden contact. “mikey—“ you drawl, dreamy and honeyed before you feel his slender fingers graze along your hip, his chest pressing harder against you before his fingers are grazing between your thighs, delicately teasing your clit as he offers you a hum in response. “what’re you—“ you rasp, words cut off suddenly when you feel mikey press the pad of his finger eagerly against your clit, rolling the sensitive bud as his breathing turns shallow—almost whimpering at the sweet sounds you make beneath his touch, kissing along the dip of you’re shoulder until you’re melting into him and suddenly he pulls away with a whine, words raspy and slurred when he finally speaks, tugging gently at your wrist. “‘m tired, let’s go home.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ RYUGUJI KEN / DRAKEN

most of the time he didn’t even mean to tease you, most of the time. draken would be lying if he said he didn’t notice the way your eyes were locked on him as he worked on the bikes at the shop, your feet swaying back and forth as you watched his well trained muscles move with every practiced flex and twist.

“what’s goin’ on in that head, princess?” draken grunts, eyes narrowed while the corners of his lips quirk up into a crooked smile and the low timber of his voice snaps you from your day dream—as you admired the thin layer of sweat on his shirtless form while he worked on a bike at the shop, but this time it’s coming closer. “hey, you good?” he asks again, slotting himself between your thighs from where you’re sat up on the desk in the garage, his fingers resting under your chin to tilt your head up until you’re meeting his questioning gaze. “i’m good, kenny.” you eventually reply and you feel his thumb smooth along your bottom lip before he groans, his other hand tracing along your thigh as it hooks around his hips. “yeah? what you thinking about, baby?” draken drawls, voice lower this time and you can almost feel the vibration echo somewhere deep in his chest when he presses himself closer to you—grabbing your hips to pull you flush against his own and you swear you feel his cock twitch in his pants before he growls, low and gravelly. “nothin’ ken, i—“ your words dying on your tongue when his lips ghost yours but he only pecks you sweetly before pulling away, a smirk on his lips at the whine that falls from you after because you needed more now. “i know, princess—just a lil longer, alright?”

・✶ ｡ﾟ HAITANI RINDOU

he acts discreet, a lot sneakier than you’d expect but he can’t hide how needy he is for you too, an urgency in the way he handles your body, kisses you, touches you — rolling his eyes at how ‘needy’ you are when his fingers are tightening in your skin with want.

“what’re you lookin’ at?” rindou grunts when he finds you in the kitchen, leaning over you to cast a glance at whatever you’re typing away at on your phone screen as his head rests against your shoulder from behind — lips jutting out into a pout as he watches you scroll through news feeds and timelines. he must’ve gotten bored eventually because you feel his head tilt, his teeth grazing along the shell of your ear as his arms wrap around your waist pulling you tighter against him until you feel him grunt, one of his hands trailing it’s way towards your tits before stopping short. “weren’t you busy?” rindou drawls when he realises you’re scrolling has stopped, deliberately rolling his hips against your ass languidly as he nips at the sensitive skin of your neck—growling at the sudden friction along his cock that’s suddenly straining in his pants. “r-rin—“ you gasp, grabbing at his wrist when he takes a slow handful of your breast before you’re turning to face his heavy, violet gaze—his chest heaving slightly behind his tight dress shirt and he shoots you a knowing smirk before he pulls you against his chest. “what? now you’re payin’ attention to me?”

・✶ ｡ﾟ HANMA SHUJI

it was almost second nature for hanma to tease you, lingering touches, teasing kisses or slaps at your ass, never hesitating to let him hands roam your body no matter where he was or pulling you in for a messier sort of kiss just because it’s been a bit too long since he last had one, he knew exactly what he was doing.

you had grown to expect hanma’s hands to always be on you at any opportunity he got, grabby and teasing when you go to move past him from where he’s sat on the couch after his meeting. “nuh ugh, not so fast baby—“ he drawls, effortlessly pulling at your wrist until you’re suddenly straddling his lap, feeling his hands smooth along the skin of your thighs before he’s grabbing a handful of your ass, sighing almost contently as he narrows his amber gaze at you. “where’d you think you’re goin’?” hanma hums playfully, pulling you in for a quick, needy kiss as he groans dreamily against your lips, deliberately rolling his hips up into yours until your thighs are twitching—the blunt head of his cock pressing between your puffy folds even through the fabric of his slacks. but he only pulls you closer when you embarrassingly try to pull away—realising that gang members were still busying themselves in other rooms but he only gives your ass a playful smack before he pulls away, grip on your hips tightening to keep you held against him as he begins pressing ticklish kisses along your jawline. his slender fingers trace higher up your thighs until they’re close enough to graze along you’re covered pussy and he coos when you whimper. “sensitive, aren’t you, baby? how ‘bout we test that?”

・✶ ｡ﾟ SANZU HARUCHIYO

he was a little smug with how he teases you but he can’t hide his desire for you, watching his eyes narrow when they meet yours and despite him being the one teasing you he can’t help but yearn for you touch—his want for you making the air in the room seem heavier than before.

you were sorting through some papers for a few of the other executives when you felt a sudden presence behind you, immediately recognising your boyfriends voice when he grumbles your name. “you finished here? time to go, baby.” sanzu breathes, his head tilting slightly as his heavy gaze meets yours and you nod, “yep, done haru—“ before standing from your desk, watching his jaw clench as you approach him only to be immediately pulled into a searing kiss. it’s messy the way his lips move against yours, he was all rough edges and needy pants, his groans husky and needy—like he’d had a rough day and just needed to lose himself in you for a bit before you feel the cool wood of your desk against the back of your thighs as sanzu’s hands grab at your hips. “fuck—“ he groans and your mind feels hazy with how he’s handling you, with an urgency that has you wrapping your hands in his coat to pull him impossibly closer before you feel his cock graze against your thigh, throbbing against his slacks before he pulls away, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth—breathless as his lips twist into a smirk when he steps back. “shit, come on, angel. gotta get you home.”

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sctoru · 3 years ago

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Bonten men reacts to you doing the pocket rocket trend

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pocket rocket trend: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSe88ctsj/

Warnings: swearing, suggestive (?), ass smacking (ran), ass squeezing (mikey),

He was at his MEETING when he saw the video of you doing that trend

You were rolling your hips and your ass is shown to the whole ass camera for everyone to see

His breathing immediately stiffen and he put back down his phone on the table

Kokonoi was explaining and mikey didn't even listen, he was blinded by that video of yours

"Boss, are you okay??" Sanzu turned to mikey with a confused expression. Everyone went quiet not saying a single word. Mikey took a deep breath "Meeting is dismissed, let's continue tomorrow"

Everyone was confused but they didn't wanna bother asking mikey why bcs he looks so tense right now

Mikey grab his stuff quickly and goes to your shared home

Opening the door, he place down his motorcycle key and went to your shared room, seeing you lying down on the bed while scrolling through tiktoks

He walked quietly to the bed and hug you from the back, his breath was on your neck which shocked the shit out of you. "Babe?! You're home?!" You looked at him with your shocked face

"I had to. Because of that video" mikey kissed your shoulder. "That video? What video are you talking about?" You asked, mikey glance at you and you immediately realised

"what? did you liked it??" You asked, he nodded while squeezing your ass cheeks hard making you yelp in pain

He slowly runs his hands under your booty shorts, "lets have some fun tonight."

Ran was on a dinner with his brother Rindou to talk abt some random shit and etc

Rindou was on his phone and he accidently saw the video of you doing pocket rocket trend. Rindou's face went nervous, that goes unnoticed by ran

"what is it?" Ran asked, rindou shoved his phone to his brother's face, showing the video

Ran's eyeballs just went wide like rlly wide

It was awkward silence for a bit until ran grabbed his car keys, Rindou went confused

"im sorry, i have something to do at home. Let's discuss this some other time" Ran said as he walked out of the table. That's when rindou knew what was going on, "Oh shit , there he goes..hope [your name] will be okay" he said as he continued his meal while scrolling through his phone again

Ran quickly went to your shared home and but open the door and took of his shoes. "Love?" He called, "hmm?" You answered. He walked to the kitchen to see you making a salad. He went behind you and snake his arms to your waist

"Princess, you really love teasing me huh?" He smirked, you looked at him with confused eyes. He took out his phone from his pocket and show you the video. Your face went red, he chuckles then smacked your ass hard. You screamed a bit

"you're a slut aren't you? Showing your whole big ass to the whole audience" he said, "...s-sorry" was the word you can think of

Ran didn't bother hearing your apology, he carried you in a bridal style. "Its okay sweetheart, i forgive you..but you know, i gotta punish you" he grinned. Your eyes went wide. "W-wait! I-" he cutted you off, "no excuses, [reader name]"

This man was actually on his office working on his laptop

He got disturbed by the sound of the notification he just got, he forgot to turn off his notifications. He took his phone to turn off his notifications but his eyes saw a notification titled "[reader name] has posted a new tiktok" his curiosity got the best of him so he did check it out

His eyes widen and cheeks turned a bit red.

Apparently, Ran & Koko is in his office too, to grab some files. They noticed his changed expression

"what's the matter, rin?" Koko asked, Ran looked at his brother with a curious face

"i uh.." he covered his mouth with his hand, Ran & Koko looked at him demanding for an answer

"i need to go home right now, something bad happened to [reader's name]" Rin said as he closed his laptop and grabbed his car keys

Ran raised an eyebrow, "huh? Tf happened?" Rindou shook his head, "...Not sure, [reader's name] said it was an emergency" Koko nodded, "alright..i'll tell mikey about this" Rindou thanked koko and left his office

"i think he's lying though" Ran said

While driving home. rindou keeps thinking about you

Finally when he got home, he didn't bother knocking on the door he just opened the door, taking off his shoes and of course locked the front door.

He immediately went to the shared bedroom and see you on your laptop. "O-oh, Rin? You're home early" you said with a confused look

"yeah because you need to help me" he said as he pulled his tie and undressing himself

Well, goodluck.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #bonten #bonten x reader #mikey x reader #rindou x reader #ran x reader

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cafedanslanuit · 3 years ago

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♡ — tags/warnings: afab!reader, breakup sex, oral sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), a lot of tears— both sexy and sad, timeskip ofc

♡ — a/n: my first long piece for tokyo revengers! and ofc my beloved draken had to be the first one <3

♡ — masterlist

He shouldn’t have come.

That’s the first thing that comes to Draken’s mind when you pull away from his lips to take off your shirt. He’s already half-hard and his pants only get tighter at the sight of your bra right in front of him.

Less than ten minutes ago, he had been sitting on the same couch where he was lying now. Only you weren’t grinding your hips as you were now― your lower lip was trembling as you handed him one of his old sweaters you always used to wear.

He could have chosen to have this conversation any other place. You would have said yes to meeting at a café or strolling down the street. Yet he was the one that asked if he could come over and you were the one that agreed.

Your lips slid against his again, the kiss you shared rough, demanding, but mostly, needy. His skin burnt for you just as the first time he had you and he couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip, making a soft moan leave your lips. With his back on the couch and your hands slipping under his shirt, he could barely remember the reason he came to your place was to finally put an end to your tumultuous relationship.

Well, that and because he couldn’t bear not seeing you any longer.

You had seen this day coming long ago. You woke up one morning to the news of an assault on Draken’s motorcycle shop. No matter how many times you asked him, he never gave you any explanations, even if you were sure he was well aware of what had happened. Every time he got a call from his friends he would leave the room and talk in hushed whispers and he started coming up with more and more excuses to avoid spending time with you.

His gentle nature around you had turned harsh and cold with you ever since that day. Draken had remained silent when you asked him about his change of behaviour, and during one heated night where you had ended up yelling, asking if it was something you had done, he finally spoke, only to assure you you hadn’t done anything wrong.

In your search for answers, you reached out to his friends. But rather than that, what you found was even more questions than before. All of them got visibly uncomfortable when you approached them and it didn’t take much to understand they also knew what was happening but refused to talk about it. The only one who gave you a little more information was Chifuyu, during a late-night talk after his store had closed.

“Talk to him,” he advised, ordering the files from the day and avoiding your eyes.

“I tried, he won’t tell me what happened,” you sighed, resting your chin on your hand as you watched him work. “But this wasn’t a random attack, right? It was something personal. If it was random, then someone would have said so. But everyone just shut ups and gives me a pitying look.”

Chifuyu raises his eyes at you.

“Yeah, exactly that look”, you say, passing a hand through your hair.

“It’s… complicated,” he finally said, putting the files aside. “And not my place to talk to you about it. All I’m saying is everything Draken does is to protect you.”

“Yeah?” you huffed, a dry laugh leaving your lips. “Treating someone badly and pushing them away is a way to protect them?”

Chifuyu gave you a sad smile. “Sometimes it can be.”

Even if you knew Chifuyu did his best to keep loyal to his friend while also trying to dissipate your worries, it hadn’t worked. You were sure any day from now Draken would break it off with you. And when you got a call from him asking to come over after almost a week of not seeing you, you understood the time had come.

The next time Draken came to his senses, he had his face buried between your legs. His nose brushed against your clit as his tongue was buried deep within you. The whimpers you were making were music to his ears. He swore he could recognize his name in between your cries a couple of times, but tried not to think much about it. He didn’t want to come to terms with the fact it may be the last time you would call for him like this.

Your legs closed against the sides of his head as you threw your head back in pleasure. Draken put one hand on your inner thigh and forced your legs open, eliciting a sweet gasp from you. He pulled away, the sight of your soaked pussy making his head spin. Fuck, was this really going to be the last time he got to have you like this? Draken slid two fingers across your folds, gathering wetness and then using it to circle your clit gently. He felt your leg twitching under his big hand.

If this was going to be the last time, then he was going to give you something to remember him by.

Draken bent down again and started pressing open-mouthed kisses on your folds. A soft hum escaped your lips as he worked his way around your pussy, making sure there wasn’t a part of it that wasn’t covered by his eager lips. He purposely left your clit for last, his hot breath hovering over it. Those few seconds were enough for you to lift your head, looking down at the man you had just agreed to let go.

His dark eyes met yours, widening just the slightest bit as if he had been caught. He held your gaze for a couple of seconds before taking a long lick, from your entrance to your clit, where he sucked gently, your juices mixing with his saliva.

“You taste so good,” he muttered against your core, slurping like a starved man. His words sent a shock of pleasure between your thighs, making them close against Draken’s head. However, his hands were stronger and they kept you in your place, watching you helplessly wriggle underneath him.

“I love you,” you panted, your thoughts getting cloudy. As a reply, Draken pulled his face away and inserted two of his fingers inside you. Your walls clenched around them, a broken moan stuck on your throat.

The many years he had had you weren’t in vain, as he curved his digits just the right amount and hit that special spot in just a few tries. You threw your head back, hips rising and breath hitching, losing more and more control of your body with every thrust of his fingers. He bent down once more and let his tongue play freely with your clit, his lips circling and sucking just when you needed him to and the tip of his tongue making you see stars.

“Ken— fuck, fuck—,” you whimpered. You put a hand over the one that was holding your thigh open and squeezed it. “Stop, please— I can’t— I don’t— stop. ”

Immediately, Draken pulled away, his concerned face glistening with your arousal. He crawled up until his face was hovering over yours.

“Shit, sorry. You okay? What happened?” he asked in a whisper, inspecting your face as he tried to find a clue of your discomfort. You placed your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look back into your eyes.

“No, it’s okay, I’m okay,” you reassured him, noticing his eyebrows relaxing a bit at your words. “I just— I don’t want to come— I mean, I do, I want— but with you inside. Please, I need you—”

Draken crashed his lips against yours, and you swallowed his moan when you shuffled your legs so he was resting between them, his bulge pressing against you. His shirt was already long forgotten on the floor and now he was fumbling with his pants as he rocked his hips against yours, the kiss getting more and more desperate with every second.

Once his pants joined his shirt, he fished his wallet from one of his pockets and took out a condom. Your chest rose up and down as you watched him put him on, a small warning inside your mind that this was the last time. Emotions were pouring out without you being able to control it, a knot forming on your throat and your heart clenching in pain. Draken hovered over you again and rested his forehead against your shoulder. his breath making you shiver as he slowly started pushing himself inside.

He left small kisses alongside your neck, trying to ease the pain of the stretch that he knew you were experiencing. In all the time you’d been together, he always managed to make your breath hitch every time he slid inside you. You clutched onto his broad shoulders, one of your hands removing his hairband and undoing his braid, letting his long, blonde hair flow free. You repeated his name like a prayer as you rocked your hips, trying to get used to his size.

You ran your fingers up his spine and threaded them with his hair, closing your fist around it around the base of his neck. Draken took it as a sign to start thrusting against you, making more moans leave your mouth and your hand pull his hair a little tighter. Both your legs circled his waist and you locked your ankles with each other, creating a new angle that made tears form in the corner of your eyes. It was too intense and even if your feelings always poured whenever you two were intimate, you could feel as if every fibre of your body was holding onto him, innocently hoping he wouldn’t leave after you were done.

Draken grunted against your neck, his hips picking up the pace and finding the spot his fingers were brushing against just moments ago. You cried out and tightened your legs around his waist, feeling him so deep that you thought you would be reaching your high quick enough. At this, you put your hand on his right shoulder, pushing him away. He turned his head, his nose brushing against your cheek and his hips slowing down.

“Hey,” he said, just a little out of breath. “Talk to me. What do you need?”

You grabbed both sides of his face, bringing him closer to you. The small resistance you felt as first disappeared as he let you manoeuvre him how you wanted. When his dark eyes were hovering over yours, his hips had already stopped, his eyebrow slightly raised as he looked down at you.

“If this— If this is the last time, I want to see you,” you said, your thumbs caressing his cheeks. His eyes widened at your words and you could feel him tense up. However, a moment later, he nodded and pressed a kiss against your lips as his hips resumed their movements.

For the first time, you were able to see Draken’s small expressions as he fucked you. How his lips were parted as he breathed through his mouth and how his eyes were darker than ever, fixed on your eyes. You had never noticed how his nose turned the loveliest shade of pink when he was fucking you so good. Your heart swole and once again you felt too much at the same time. You loved him, you loved him so much. Why couldn’t you make it work?

Draken took your legs and put them over his shoulders, the new position making you whimper. Soft pleas filled the living room and he rutted into you, each of his thrusts getting you closer and closer plus making your brain foggy. There was only Draken, only him, only your boyfriend Ken who was so wonderful and who had made you fall head over heels for him from the moment you had met him.

Your hands were still on each side of his face, your breath colliding against his as you whimpered. Draken started grunting, his hips snapping faster and harder against your core, setting all your body on fire. It was too much— every inch of you was yearning for the man on top of you, not feeling him close enough even if he was buried deep inside of you. Your hands lowered to his shoulders, nails digging on his pale skin. You wanted him, there wasn’t anything else in the world you wanted as bad as him and you knew as soon as this was over, the more and more pleasure you got from him, then the sooner he’d walk out the door.

Tears started prickling on the edge of your eyes and it wasn’t long until one of them rolled down your cheeks, your moans mixing with small sobs. Draken grabbed your jaw with his big palm, forcing him to lock your eyes with his just as you had before. You saw him moving his lips as if preparing himself to say something, but no words came out of his lips. You noticed concern in his features, yet he seemed distressed as he tried to find the right words.

“I love you,” you panted, feeling another tear fall from your cheek.

And that was when Draken knew.

He knew he had to leave you.

Nodding, he pressed his lips against yours. “I love you too,” he muttered, before picking up his pace.

After that, it wasn’t long before you were reaching your orgasms, clenching around your boyfriend and bringing him to the edge as well. He didn’t let go of the hold on your chin as you both climaxed, eyes locked on each other as you crumbled apart and breaths colliding between parted lips.

It took a moment for both of you to catch your breath. As your body started relaxing under Draken’s weight once more, the reminder of your previous conversation where he was putting an end to your relationship came back. You felt a know forming in your throat and by the sad look on Draken’s dark eyes, it was clear he was thinking of the same thing.

He pressed his lips against yours once more, but this time it was softer, gentler, as if it was the first time he was kissing you at all. It didn’t last more than five seconds but it was enough for your eyes to fill with tears again. Draken pulled himself away from you and turned his body as he started putting his clothes back on.

You saw him stretching to pick up the old sweater that you had returned to him a moment ago and picked it up before he could reach it. You put it over your body, covering yourself, but it wasn’t enough to make him look at you.

“Please, stay,” you mumbled. You noticed your lover’s arm tensing at your words, but he still started walking towards your door. “Ken.”

The way you whispered his name made his heart clench, his step faltering for a moment. He stood in front of the door, looking at the handle and gathering all the strength he had left.

“Just for tonight,” you insisted. “You can leave in the morning if you want, just… I want―”

“You know what happens if I stay,” he interrupted you. “If I stay, I’ll never leave again.”

“Would that be so bad?”

Draken finally turned around. You looked so small, covering yourself with his old sweater and a part of him was glad he was leaving something behind. The idea of you remembering him even a few years as you find the sweater on the back of one of your drawers brought peace to his heart. He just hoped this goodbye wouldn’t taint the memories you had created together the last couple of years.

“…I’m not losing you,” he sentenced under your confused gaze.

“Ken—”

Cutting our sentence short, Draken finally opened the door and left your apartment. In the silence that filled your living room, you could only listen to his muffled steps as he walked down the hallway.

You couldn’t understand why he was leaving.

But you knew you were never going to see him again.

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tala-bez-i · 4 months ago

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At first sight II Chapter One

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

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No. You weren't hunting Haruchiyo... I mean... Yes, you were trying to follow him, but not to arrest him. You worked in Investigation Department 1, not in 4, and you usually dealt with murders, kidnappings, violent crimes, as well as sexual ones. So, gangs weren't your thing.

Despite being a member of various gangs in your youth and taking part in their crimes, you were never caught or given a record.

You frowned.

No. You were caught once, when you were still in Valhalla. Luckily, you ran into a good friend of your father's, and he let you go. To this day, you haven't been able to find out what Kenzou said, or did that made you manage to get out of the situation completely unscathed, but after that one time, you tried almost everything to avoid getting caught again.

Some people labeled you an informer, but you've never ratted anyone out in your life. If it were otherwise, you would definitely have continued down that path and joined Department 4. You would have sought revenge on those types, but your mother had raised you well, at least in that regard. Revenge is good when it's deserved, but dedicating your life to just that one aspect is devastating.

You calmly looked through the material collected in the folder dedicated to Sanzu and slowly, very carefully looked at all the photographs and short videos taken on phone.

Slowly, one by one, memories appeared in your head, and you knew that you had collected all this material yourself. When had you found the time and opportunity to follow the gangster? You had no idea. Most of them came from various nightclubs and you could clearly see that he was in the company of other Bonten members, such as the Haitani brothers, Kokonoi or Manjiro Sano himself.

Your heart was beating faster when in some photos and video clips you saw that the pink-haired man's eyes were looking almost at the same spot you were standing at at that moment, as if he had a feeling that he was being watched. However, you couldn't remember anyone ever catching you doing that, which was sometimes hard to believe, especially considering the fact that cellphone cameras had a rather loud sound.

You looked at the file count marker and asked yourself a question. Were 10,452 files in a password-protected folder about only one person already an obsession? Probably not, because your thoughts were also revolving around different people.

You looked up when you caught a glimpse of a woman passing by in the open doorway, carrying two small pots of green houseplants in both hands.

For example, you often thought about Emi. About the woman who held the place in your heart right after Sanzu...

You blinked a few times. She held the second place...

You snorted quietly, remembering the last words Sanzu had said to you.

"If you try to get in my way again, L/n, I'll kill you. If you're not with Mikey, then you're against him. Against me."

Of course you weren't against him, and you weren't against Mikey either. You were against the darkness that was increasingly taking over the blond gang leader. You didn't join him to get into even bigger shit than Valhalla.

Why did Takemichi have to leave?

"Takemichi Hanagaki..." You mumbled, and then memories from twelve years ago hit you.

“L/n? Y/n L/n? Can I talk to you?” You heard a breathless boy behind you.

You were just coming back from the store with some groceries that your older sister, Mai, had asked you to do. You turned around and saw a blonde-haired idiot who made a fool of himself often.

“Hanagaki? What's wrong?” You asked and the boy straightened up, finally getting his breathing under control.

“I know you're friends with Haruchiyo Sanzu and...”

“What do you want from him?” You frowned, feeling irritated.

“No... Not from him...” The boy was confused. “It's just that...” He looked away for a split second and you carefully followed his gaze in the same direction, as if expecting to see someone else there. “L/n, I know you won't give up on him.”

“Huh?” You looked at the blond again. He surprised you with that.

“I got that impression from our earlier conversation...”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Hanagaki? This is our first conversation.”

“Uh... I mean, I've talked to you before, but that'll be later...”

“Takemichi...”

“Do you believe in time travel? You see... Please don't tell anyone about this.”

“Takemichi...”

“Please, promise me you'll keep it to yourself.”

You looked at his face, so determined, that you nodded and swallowed harder.

“I'm a time-leaper, and I know that because of Haruchiyo Saznu, you'll join Bonten. It won't end well for you...”

“Takemichi...” You said after a moment of uncomfortable silence.

“Yes?”

“Have you been taking any drugs?”

The guy blinked in surprise and laughed nervously. “Funny. See, you asked me that question during our conversation in the future.” He turned serious again and you had a strange feeling that the guy wasn’t bluffing at all. “Fulfill your first dream and join the police, L/n.”

“I’m going to follow Sanzu and Mikey further. You wouldn’t understand.” You started to turn around to continue your walk home, but the boy’s next words made you freeze.

“Join the police. There will be a series of murders in the future, and you will serve them both better as a criminal investigator.”

You looked at him more carefully. Being on the side of law and justice, you would actually have more opportunities to protect your friend. In this way, you could protect someone you loved. A similar thought had already appeared in your head once or twice.

You decided to do so, but you didn't foresee one thing. Sanzu took it as a betrayal and didn't let you elaborate on your thought. He didn't let you explain anything more. It's just that the day you decided to tell him, you got into his terrible mood. You were unlucky, but because of your stubbornness, you decided to continue on your newly chosen path in life.

You protected him as much as you could, although there was a very high probability that he didn't know about it. You risked not only your career for him, but also your freedom, and he, as was his habit after every drug intake, behaved like a young god and risked more and more.

"Sweetheart?" You heard a muffled voice of a woman, as if it came from outside, and you closed the folder you were browsing.

"Yes?"

"Could you help me, please?"

You got up from behind your desk and headed in the direction from which, as you thought, you heard the woman's voice. You entered the living room, which was adjacent to the room in which you had set up a small office, and smiled gently.

Behind the closed window, you saw an embarrassed Emi, who was standing on a small balcony and pointing her finger at the door handle. You opened it and checked the mechanism.

"Thank you..." She said as she went inside and you laughed shortly, hugging her to you with one hand.

"I'll try to do something about it soon, and you... My sweet dove, when you go out on the balcony, try to block the door with a chair, because it will slam shut again, and you know that winter is coming." You kissed her on the forehead. "I wouldn't like to come home from work and find an icicle on the balcony."

"I keep forgetting about it." She grumbled, pointing to the door casually and snuggling closer to you. “What would I do without you, hmm?”

“What would I do without you, my love.” You kissed her on the cheek. “You saved my life.”

“Not at all.”

“Of course you did. If you hadn’t taken me in, my colleagues would have continued to laugh at me... It would have led to depression and who knows how it would have ended.”

“Y/n. You just dedicated yourself to your work, and the fact that they go to Love Hotels with different girls only says something about them, not you. You’re a decent guy.”

A decent guy...

She snuggled closer to you, gently stroking your back with her small hands.

“You remember that we’re having dinner with my parents tomorrow, right?”

Damn it...

“Do we have to?” You groaned, closing the balcony door. “You know they don’t like me.”

“I don’t understand why. They wanted me to start dating someone from work...”

“They probably meant some lab technician, not an investigator...”

“Not true.” She looked at you.

“Your father thinks I’m a wimp because I often offer to help your mother.” You pursed your lips, feigning offense. “And your mother doesn’t like me because she thinks I think she’s weak because of it.”

“Not at all.” Emi was slightly outraged. “I already told them that’s how you were raised. To respect women.”

“I’m a mama’s boy, Emi.”

“Not at all.” She slapped your ass, completely surprising you and you looked down, straight into her beautiful, bright eyes. Her well-groomed brows were furrowed. “Say that again and you’ll get it again.”

“You will spank me again?” You said with amusement, smiling mysteriously.

“Oh, I know you want this.” Her hands slowly slid down your ass and her fingers gently tightened around them. You bit your lower lip gently, feeling the desire awakening inside you and the woman stretched her tempting lips into a mischievous smirk. “You like that, huh? Pervert.”

“Oh, come on, a pervert.” You mumbled, leaning in to kiss her, but she stopped you by placing a finger on your lips.

“You won’t get anything until you finish painting the bedroom.” She said with a serious face and you sighed dramatically.

“I’ve never dealt with a woman as cruel as you, Emi.”

“Of course you have. It’s just a different kind of cruelty.”

“Who?”

“Ko-chan.”

You closed your eyes for a moment and pulled away, letting your girlfriend get back to her task and nodded.

Well, yes. Tomoko. She worked in Department 4 and always treated you like a common brat. Her anger towards you deepened after your father died a year ago. She claimed that you were pushing your old man too hard, trying to get more information about Yuji out of him. He was sick and you were poking holes in his stomach with another series of questions.

You knew you should let it go and let him rest, but you couldn't. You also knew that Tomoko was also aware of the seriousness of the whole situation, but...

You went back to the bedroom and cleared the two futons off the floor, neatly putting them away in the closet where they belonged. You took out the unnecessary items and opened the can of paint you had started. Time to get back to work. You'd send a report to your superior later and maybe tonight...

"I knew this would motivate you, lazybones." The woman laughed, peeking into the room.

You looked at her questioningly, knowing perfectly well what she was talking about, and she shook her head.

"I won't bother you anymore, honey."

You went back to painting the walls, feeling a pleasant tingle in the bottom of your spine at the thought of the woman's earlier words. She kept her word, and you knew perfectly well that you weren't the only one who wanted a bit of fun.

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Silence.

Stay silent.

But how to do this? While your sweet girlfriend happily bounced on your hard cock, riding you like a pro. Like your bodies were made for each other?

You kept your hands on her hips, gently trying to direct her movements to a slightly different angle, but you knew it wasn't time for that yet. Emi knew exactly what she was doing. She always knew better.

“Fuck…” It slipped out of your mouth before you could bite it and she slapped you on the chest, falling more violently onto your hips, which caused the head of your penis to dig harder into that sweet spot hidden deep inside her soft, hot core. “Emi…”

“Shhh… Or the neighbors will hear.”

“Let them hear…” You wanted to say, but you fell silent.

The woman’s movements became faster and less regular, and you knew that a little longer and she would tighten her walls around your member, which was eagerly awaiting this moment to explode, bringing a wave of pleasure.

“Y/n...” She whispered through a slightly constricted throat and her body shivered as she tilted her head back with her mouth open.

You held her hips in place, pressing yours against her ass with all your might, in such a way as to enter her as deeply as possible. The walls of her vagina tightened around you, causing you to ejaculate, which made a blissful emptiness appear in your head.

The blonde sighed quietly and fell onto your chest, gluing your bodies together for a moment with a layer of sweat. You stroked her trembling thighs and back and kissed her reddened lips.

“I love you, Emi...” You whispered tenderly into her ear, and she smiled at you gently, looking into your face from under narrowed eyelids. “You burned a lot of calories today, you can eat a donut tomorrow.”

Her hand smacked your shoulder. “You’re awful, Y/n.”

She slid off of you and laid down on her futon, which was right next to yours.

“You’re downright cruel.”

“Come on, love.” You said, catching her in an embrace and pulling her back to you. You gently stroked her stomach, which was pleasantly soft under your fingers. “You know I love you the way you are.”

“I’m not your stress ball.” She grumbled quietly, but laughed when you started tickling her. “Awful.”

You mumbled into her ear, nuzzling your face into her neck and wrapping your arms around her even tighter. Her hands stroked your shoulders tenderly.

“I love you. I mean it.” You said quietly in a gentle tone. “You are important to me. I will do anything for you.”

“I know…” She replied just as quietly. “I love you too, Y/n.”

It wasn’t long before the woman fell into a peaceful sleep.

You watched her beautiful face, illuminated by the moonlight that crept through the poor quality blinds that were left by the previous owner of the apartment. Her long, thick eyelashes, so similar and completely different from Haruchiyo’s...

You pursed your lips and looked somewhere into space.

This time, there was no Emiko Miura or Sanzu in your private life. You broke up with the girl after less than a year, even before you left Toman with Mucho and Sanzu, and she disappeared from your life forever, which meant one thing. Yuuta did not exist.

He had never been a victim of molestation, there would never be a chance that he would join a gang. His existence was simply completely erased. You had no children, no wife... You had a clean slate and you did not know whether to be happy about it or regret it.

Sure, you had Emi, with whom you were happy and even thought about proposing to her, because she brought light into your life, but...

You had once brought up the subject with her several times and she confessed your fears to you. She knew that you wanted to become a father in the future, and she would not be able to give you a child. She was infertile. Irreversibly. You did not try to find out why, because you could see that it was not a pleasant subject for the lesser.

You always ended these types of conversations by saying that you could always adopt a child or a dog... Because really, there wasn't much difference, was there? She knew you were joking, to break the tension that was building, but there was a glint in her eyes that you didn't like and it made you uneasy.

You didn't want Emi to leave. You didn't want to be alone again.

“Too warm…” She mumbled in her sleep and you released her from your embrace, letting her pull away and turn her back to you.

You looked at the outline of her body for a moment and, restraining yourself from touching your girlfriend again, you turned away from her in the same way and turned your gaze to the window, suddenly feeling a strange emptiness in your soul.

At least you could pass on at least a little bit of your love to your own niece. Natsuko was Mai's only child, who had come into this world shortly before your sister's divorce. The girl was now eight years old and eagerly awaiting the birth of her little brother.

Mai had remarried her old crush, with whom she had managed to renew contact at least a year earlier. Although one of your mother's three children had somehow managed to arrange its life and was truly happy.

You missed the feeling of holding a small child close to your heart. Protecting his delicate head that almost completely fit in both hands. Those soft hairs... You wanted to watch the little one develop and start making mischief for the first time, day after day. How he clenched his little fists around objects, learning about the world...

You carefully got up from the futon and left the living room, where you and Emi were going to sleep that night, to avoid another potential poisoning from the fumes from the drying paint in the bedroom and went to the bathroom to take a shower. You knew you wouldn't be able to fall asleep anytime soon, so you decided to occupy your thoughts with something else.

Coming back from the bathroom, you looked into the living room once more and seeing your partner fast asleep, you slid the door shut and went to your small office, where you sat down at your small desk and started your laptop.

You instinctively opened the folder dedicated to Sanzu and started looking through the photos again. You began to wonder if the man still used that perfume, you liked so much and remembered from when you were both part of Tenjiku.

A fragrance that drowns in the darkness created by the spring evening...

You even managed to find and buy one bottle, but you kept it in your desk, away from Emi's eyes. You pulled it out and opened it, gently inhaling the scent of flowers, cedarwood, and sandalwood, and your heart thumped harder, demanding Haruchiyo Sanzu's presence in your life again.

No. It wasn't an obsession. It was longing.

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sie-rui · 3 years ago

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Hey can I have a scenario with draken and mikey as big brothers??

❀ LEAN ON ME | TOKYO REVENGERS

;; they will always be there for their younger sibling, even for the smallest of things

🥛 — ryuuguji draken ken, sano mikey manjirou

🧾 — gender neutral, second pov (you/your), cursing, fluff, family, au - highschool, au - modern times, platonic relationship, imagine

✉ — it’s modern au so everyone is alive :)

; RYUUGUJI KEN

You mumble out curses as you rummage through your bag, messing up your once organized possessions as you looked for something that wasn’t there. Your homework wasn’t there.

The homework you spent all afternoon working on yesterday. The homework that you had rewritten thrice. The homework was an essay about a classical English work, Animal Farm. The homework that you put so much effort to and loved. The homework that was ten fucking pages long.

It clearly wasn’t in your bag.

You realize with dread that you saw it on your desk from the corner of your eyes that morning but alas, you were in a hurry, the importance of such an object pushed to the back of your mind.

Groaning, you place your head on your desk, in the middle of accepting the fact that you’re done for and that persistent nagging like a knife in your pocket.

English was the next class and you had less than ten minutes in your lunch period, there was no getting that homework now. Going home to fetch it means that coming back more than fifteen minutes late and getting scolded either way.

Your phone vibrates from under your desk, in the small compartment where you kept folded files of other assignments and the few notebooks for your next classes. You keep your head down, turning it on to see a message from your brother.

[ Come down, I’m by the shoe lockers, you left something at home. ]

With your brows furrowed, still irked at the fact that you left such an important thing at home-

You pause your actions, phone on your limp hand as you remain seated. Left something at home?

A glance at the message.

You were up and bolting out the classroom in a second, not minding the looks that your classmates gave you (a mix of surprise and fear, terrified at how you suddenly raised from the slumps in just a few seconds).

Nine minutes.

The main lockers where Draken was most likely at was in the next building, two floors down, not that far if you were to compare it to the distance between your home to school. You grin wildly, giddy.

There was always a chance that Draken meant something else (Hell knew how forgetful you’ve been these days because of the stress) but he had never gotten you wrong before. Draken just always knew.

He knew when you needed help, he knew when you were going to blow and lash out, he knew when you needed a good cry, he knew when you felt like nothing was going to go wrong, he knew when you were screaming your heart out.

Maybe it was because he was your brother, not only do you share the same blood but he knew you. You weren’t sure. You didn’t need to be sure.

All you knew was that Draken was your brother and he’ll always be there for you, end of discussion.

Students jumped out of your way with yelps or groans as you skipped past them, easily maneuvering out of their way; nothing could ever break your happiness in that run.

Sliding to a stop, getting your shoe stuck, stumbling and hopping once to retrieve your shoe, you look around for the familiar blond braided hair and that intimidating height that anyone would easily see.

There.

You make your way to him with a smile; he was leaning on the wall and still in his uniform, a folder carefully held in his hand as he texts with his phone on the other. From his smile, it definitely wasn’t your phone he was sending that message to.

“Draken!”

“Finally!”

Draken pushes himself to stand fully, already handing you the folder. “I remembered you crying about this yesterday and since I had nothing else to do, I got it.”

You smile, opening it to see all of your papers inside, the project that will decide your final grades for the last semester in your first year. Not only were you to pass it but there was also a possibility that you would be discussing this with students from other schools if your teacher found it impressive enough.

You knew well that he was going to be late for his own class, he knew that you; and yet, he still came here for you.

“Thanks, Ken.”

He looks at you, gaze soft as he ruffles your hair. “Yeah, whatever, get back to class, you’re going to be late.

“Oh, and Y/n?” He grins. “Good luck.”

; SANO MANJIROU

Mikey had a knack of bothering any person, from his swagger, his ever eye-catching pretty looks, his charisma, his inability to shut up or even humble himself down. It isn’t exactly “bother”, but rather “catch the attention” of people. The good or the bad depends on the person’s taste.

You once more witness it as he bursts into your classroom, a gleeful expression on him: a wide grin, cheeks stretched too high, and his eyes crinkling in happiness. There was no Draken trailing behind him, which explains a lot.

He pays no mind to the scolding of the teacher, demanding his name and the reason for his appearance, only searching the room for his target.

And then his eyes landed on you, the unfortunate target.

You look down at your textbook, a second too late as he had finally seen you. With both of his arms waving at you excitedly, Mikey stands on the tip of his toes. “Y/n!! Let’s go get ice cream!”

You shrink even further into your seat when all eyes land on you.

Mikey, either too oblivious or just too smug, kept on skipping up to your seat. Giving him a fateful glare and knowing that wasn’t going to stop him, you push your things into your bag, only hoping that you would be able to catch up with the two classes that you’ll be missing. “Why can’t we do this later?”

“Limited edition ice cream,” he says as if that explained everything.

Where the fuck is Draken??

Not exactly impulse control Draken but rather tired Draken who can’t stop Mikey’s impulsive idiotic decisions but gives his best to hold onto the boy’s arm before he could ride his Babu off a building.

Mikey isn’t an idiot, he was smarter than he seemed. It’s just that arrogance usually clouded his vision; if not that, then, it was his overwhelming need to protect those who he held dear. That self-sacrificing bastard.

The thought makes you frown, letting him pull you by the arm as your teacher gapes at you getting dragged out like a doll—silent and compliant.

There were a few heads that turned to see who was walking past their classrooms during a class, clearly skipping. Some even gaped to see you outside, with a boy nonetheless. The hallway remained silent.

You remain silent even as the two of you leave campus grounds, Mikey leading you to his dear Babu sitting right outside the gates, clearly recently washed from its spotless steel.

“Okay!” Mikey pipes up, picking you up by your waist with ease, placing you down on the seat of his bike as you fumble, almost falling off in surprise. He stands in front of you, patting your knee and placing your bag down. “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

“What?”

He sighs, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face, brows knitted in worry. “You’ve had this frown ever since we left the classroom, there’s something wrong.”

You shrug. “There’s nothing.”

Mikey has always been a little shit. But there was no denying that he indeed cared for his siblings even if it seemed as if he made it his mission to ruin everyone’s day and make it a little harder; that’s what happens if you’re the favorite of the oldest, you guess. This was one of the times when he actually showed a serious side of himself to his younger siblings.

“There is! Do you not want to go with me?”

“It’s not that!” You whine, not knowing how to tell him that you were thinking about him sacrificing himself for anyone he loves. “I was just thinking about you cooking and being grateful at the fact that I have Emma as a sister.”

He gives you that look, the one where he doesn’t believe a single shit you said.

But you also give him that innocent expression, head tilted and eyes wide. “Can we get that ice cream now?”

Manjirou sighs, shaking his head and your heart drops for a moment. He picks up your bag, patting your shoulder instead. “Alright, alright. You’re paying though,” he grins as he climbs in front of you, your hands automatically on his waist.

“Wait, what?? But you were the one who invited me out!”

He smiles over his shoulder. “I didn’t manage to swipe Draken’s wallet.”

[ coffee: sielouu ]

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anticapitalistclown · 2 years ago

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heyooo

Can I request tokyo revengers as archaeologysts?

I really liked the one about lookism and I was kinda curious about toman being archeologysts hehe

thank u <3

you anons out here giving me a tr brainrot

Tokyo Revengers Toman as Archaeologists Headcanons

Mikey

Specialization: Battlefield archaeology

He is really good at interpreting the battles and conflicts that took place in the past.

Although you would never see him in the laboratory.

He says that he prefers to dig into the mud than to be sitting all day.

Made a lot of articles about ancient war strategies.

He's a really great excavation director.

Draken

Specialization: Prehistoric archaeology

Loves the effort for survival the first hominids had to develop.

Lets you put music on during the excavations.

Will show you how to make the same weapons hominids used.

Looks really strict at first but his teaching method is really efficient and comfortable with all the newbies.

Everyone has a crush on him, I mean, him going to the settlements on his bike, with a leather jacket...

Baji

Specialization: Zooarchaeology

(also known as faunal analysis, is a branch of archaeology that studies remains of animals from archaeological sites).

He is the best with the animals analysis, at the point that every archaeology company called for his help.

As a mentor he’s great but doesn’t has the patience for repeating concepts.

He’s the type of director that makes a party the last night of the archaeological campaign.

The next day everyone has to do the settlement clean up and registers with a hangover, he’s fresh and with energy.

He joined archaeology because he was a fan of Indiana Jones as a kid.

Chifuyu

Specialization: Zooarchaeology

His work is really organized and clean.

He teaches at college, the students love him.

Directed a lot of excavations with Baji.

Buys out of his pocket all the needs students and workers use during the excavations (pads, tampons, band-aids...).

Kazutora

Specialization: Forensic archaeology

(Duties of archaeologists in this field of archaeology include collecting evidences like human burials, artifacts, footprints, tool-marks, etc., and trying to figure out the situation in which a particular crime might have happened; and to ascertain the influences on the remains of external factors that may have disturbed the crime scene).

Has a file plenty of crane pics.

He is the most efficient in this field.

He sometimes appears from out of the blue at Baji’s excavations and parties.

He joined archaeology inspired after watching “The Mummy” films.

He teaches at the laboratory.

Mitsuya

Specialization: Classical archaeology

Has wrote really cool articles about ancient clothing and fashion.

One of the most organized directors, has the record for the fewest accidents under its management.

Also one of the most stylish ones, has a dark academia vibes.

A lot of students joined archaeology because had a crush on him.

Hakkai

Specialization: Classical archaeology

He joined archaeology because he has a crush on Mitsuya.

He is more specialized in the laboratory work.

Participated in a lot of articles with Mitsuya.

Really good at making budgets.

Pah-chin

Specialization: Urban archaeology

(Is a sub discipline of archaeology specializing in the material past of towns and cities where long-term human habitation has often left a rich record of the past).

Has a previous knowledge of architecture from his family so he reached high and fast into this branch.

He joined archaeology because his friend Mikey gave him inspiration.

He is strict and doesn’t have any patience with the newbies.

If you mess any structure he will kick you out of his team.

Peh-yan

Specialization: Urban archaeology

Has a explorer vibes.

As a director has a lot of energy.

Got into a lots of fights with corrupt mayors who wanted to destroy ancient structures to build new edifications over.

He thinks he is not popular, but his sincerity and bad temper in front of the corruption made him popular among the most rebellious archaeologists.

Smiley

Specialization: Experimental archaeology

(Is a field of study which attempts to generate and test archaeological hypotheses, usually by replicating or approximating the feasibility of ancient cultures performing various tasks or feats).

He is the one who gave Baji the idea to make parties during the excavations.

Thanks to him tourism increased.

As a mentor he is really chaotic and hyperactive, but you get to enjoy archaeology.

Has dark humor.

Angry

Specialization: Underwater archaeology

(It is associated with the study of underwater evidences such as shipwrecks, water-buried cities, and other inundated archaeological sites).

Really calm to be with him.

Kinda introvert so prefers having a reduced number of people on his team.

Has his workspace a bit messy but he knows where everything is.

Since working in the water generates hunger he makes diets and menus for his teammates.

Mucho

Specialization: Commercial archaeology

(The study of ancient trade routes and sea ports, harbors and marketplaces).

It’s really difficult to get inside his team but once you’re in, is when you find out he is the best boss / director.

He gives you the freedom to expand and improve by yourself at the workspace.

One of his goals as a mentor and director is to prepare all his students and apprentices to be independent enough to reach the same level as him: to be a director.

He loves the sea routes and worked on multiple occasions with Angry.

Sanzu

Specialization: Battlefield archaeology

He is strict on his way and really hard to approach so he isn’t the best to ask for help.

Joined archaeology inspired by Mikey.

Actually when Mikey is in the settlement, Sanzu is working in the laboratory helping with Mikey’s research.

In the nights at the settlement, before going to sleep, he tends to play cards with some students so this way it will be easier for him to break the ice.

Takemichi

Specialization: Ethnoarchaeology.

(Ethnoarchaeology is the science that deals with the ethnographic investigation of living communities in order to acquire knowledge of the past).

He is the most supportive mentor

Really clumsy, there’s no campaign where he wasn’t injured.

But has charisma and is really popular in the archaeology world.

Not strict, but students and teammates respect him and follow all his orders.

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