#kazutora hcs

[buccini555]

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

𖥻 H e a d c a n o n s!

⁀➷ They react to you suspecting you are being cheated on after seeing them talking "affectionately" to someone else

↻ 𝑭𝒕. Manjiro Sano, Kazutora Hanemiya, Baji Keisuke, Mitsuya Takashi, Takemichi Hanagaki, Izana Kurokawa and Kakucho Hitto

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

Manjiro would definitely feel uncomfortable knowing that you believed he would be capable of cheating on you

"What the fuck kind of guy do you think I am?" He would say upon hearing your words, no matter how much he was completely irritated by such distrust, he would try to maintain control so as not to hurt you, he would not betray you under any circumstances, and if he did, he would break up with you and let you know.

"I would never do that, I would never cheat on you, I don't know how you came to that conclusion, but, I wouldn't do that." He would try to find out what caused such distrust and change any type of behavior that was making you jealous.

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

Kazutora would be hurt by such distrust, as he never intended to cause you such "insecurity"

"Me cheating on you? What a bad joke, huh?" Kazutora would be incredulous at such distrust, since in his eyes he had done nothing wrong and everything was unfair.

"As much as I was offended by this, I understand... Tell me the reason for such distrust, I will change." He would take your jealousy seriously, Kazuto would never hurt you, hearing you distrust him really made him more aware of the way he behaved.

𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

Baji wouldn't take your distrust seriously, he wouldn't even care about your words since his conscience would be completely clear

"I know I'm not the best boyfriend in the world and I'm far from being, but cheating on you would be too much" Even though Baji was a bit of a difficult person to deal with, he was always extremely sincere in his words, Keisuke visibly became surprised and disappointed by such an accusation, he spent some time without talking to you, as the days went by he forgot about this incident, despite not having taken your distrust so seriously, he began to pay more attention to his own behavior.

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

Mitsuya would NEVER betray you, he would be worried about your distrust, so he would talk and be very clear with you

"Me betray you? I would never be that coward!" Mitsuya would say immediately upon hearing his words, he would try to remain calm at that moment, as he didn't want to make you hurt even more.

"I didn't enter into this relationship with you without purpose... I love you and I would never break our trust, tell me what made you think that, I'll change, I'm sorry!" Mitsuya would hug you and tell you as sincerely as possible, regardless of what caused you such distrust, he would change that fact.

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐤𝐢

As soon as he heard your distrust, Takemichi would become extremely agitated, he didn't betray you, but he felt like he had done something wrong without even having done it

"I didn't cheat on you, I'm sorry for making you think that!" In the midst of trying to hold back his tears because he thought you would break up with him even though he was innocent, he would beg for your forgiveness for having caused such mistrust, Takemichi would only calm down when you realized he was telling the truth.

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

Izana would be angry, sincerely disappointed with such an accusation coming from you

Izana would remain silent, just listening to you carefully, after finishing listening to his words, he would look at you with disgust.

"If you really think I would do that, you better get out of my life! You don't know me well enough..." He wouldn't react well to your words, Izana wouldn't betray you, he was deeply in love with you and hearing that It really affected him.

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

Kakucho would not understand the reason for the accusation, but he would do his best to make you believe him and realize that it was all just a misunderstanding

"... I'm sorry, I don't want you to think that about me, I would never hurt you in such a way." He would say calmly, looking away as he was hurt by the rage of your words.

"I don't want to make you suspicious, this won't happen again." Kakucho would be more careful with his behavior, even though he didn't do anything wrong, he never wanted to hurt you.

[strawberryfairi]

Kazutora Headcanons

💎 When he finally realizes he has a crush on you, he freaks out internally.

~ Spends all night before he goes to sleep trying to figure out what even happened to make him like you so much, though it just ends with him creating a mental list of all the things he likes about you.

~ The next time he sees you he's a nervous wreck, yet he tries so hard to play it off.

~Definitely an openly staring kind of guy. He never realizes he's doing it but he'll stare at you all the time.

~ Zones out when you talk to him because he's too busy being shook about how gorgeous you look that day.

~Starts to come up with excuses to hang together, especially just the two of you.

~He'll be good with flirting when it's him doing it to you, but if you flirt with him he's absolutely floored. Starts stuttering and his face'll be stop sign red. It doesn't even need to be blatant flirting, just a light touch to his arm while you laugh at something funny he said and he'll be floating in space for the rest of the week.

~The jealousy will be his biggest hurdle. He doesn't really know how to deal with it in a healthy kind of way, so the interrogations will likely make you mad, and/or start an unnecessary argument.

~Since he hates when you're upset with him, he'll do anything to make it up to you, trying to be cute and extra sweet to get back on your good side.

~Wonders all the time if you'd ever consider being more than a friend. It kills him not knowing the answer but he's also too afraid to ask.

~Tries to be a detective and uses every tiny response to him as a sign of wether you would or not. He second guesses constantly.

~All of a sudden he's just doing every kind of little favor for you, even when you didn't ask.

~You need a ride somewhere? He's already on his way to get you.

~Your groceries too heavy? Not for him.

~You hungry? Whatever you wanna eat, he'll get it.

~He loves knowing that he can help make your life easier, and especially loves the way you get so happy and appreciative of those things he does.

~Chiiiiiiild, don't let your birthday come around...

~He gon' get you gifts like he's Santa, and definitely go a little overboard.

~He'll realize the night before and think to himself "maybe this is too much...?", but it's too late to return everything now.

~What had happened was he saw too many things that he thought you'd like so he just got them all.

~His main gift for you is the cat you always like to play with whenever you visit the pet shop he works at.

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[ticklish-n-stuff]

TECHNICALLY IF WE INGORE THE FACT THAT IT'S 1AM, my birthday is tomorrow! 😭😭 Ingoring that! Got any Kazutora headcannons, sis?

Firstly, I just wanna say, Happy Birthday, sis! I feel honored to have known you for… idk how long it’s been, but I’ll be forever grateful to have you as my friend💖

Kazutora loves sneaking up on you and wrapping his arms around your waist to hug you close to his chest.

If he’s feeling extra playful, he’ll spin you around

If he’s feeling *evil*, he’ll easily carry you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and throw you onto the couch or bed, pinning your arms or legs down with ease, depending where he decides to tickle~

Verbal teases are his strong point

“Aww, does it tickle tickle here? Do you like it when I go *coochi coochi coo* on your cute, ‘lil tickle spots?~”

Loves taking his time, just softly tracing his fingers along your tickle spot to drive you crazy in anticipation.

“What’s that? Get it over with already? Uh uhhh, good lees must wait~”

100% knows tickle community slang lmaooo

One of his faves is giving cuddly tickles. Wraps himself around you like a teddy bear or lays on top of you to keep you trapped. Letting his fingers trail wherever they can reach

I hope you’re happy, making me lee for him too smh

[wellterr]

some tr shenanigans

[justauthoring]

I really like your Tokyo revengers He’s Taken scenario. What if it happened in reverse where someone told the boys that they would be a better fit for reader <3

TOKYO REVENGERS - UM, SHE'S TAKEN?

includes: manjiro "mikey" sano, hanma shuji, baji keisuke and kazutora hanemiya all include xfem!reader!

a/n: this is so late but i felt i should actually do a request for once :) and i always love me some jealous boys!

MIKEY:

The audacity of this man.

That was all Mikey could think.

Did he not know who he was? Did he not know who you were dating? The Invisible Mikey, Toman's Leader and the most handsome boy you knew?

Clearly not.

Frowning, Mikey watches with barely concealed disdain as your classmate (the one you’ve been complaining to him about for weeks now) follows you outside of the school. He couldn’t always pick you up from school with Toman business and the like, but today he’d made sure he’d be able to after you’d texted him the day before that your annoying classmate had proceeded to take his infatuation with you a step further and follow you out of school. It had taken you great convincing to get him not to ‘walk you home’ as he so eloquently put it – stalking more like it – and though you’d tried to play it off, Mikey knew how scared you were.

The second your eyes fall on Mikey making his way over to you, he sees the instant relief that floods through them. Despite everything, Mikey can't help but feel slightly smug at that, hands shoved nonchalantly in his pockets as he crosses the distance over to you.

"Y/N-channn!" He calls out, arms stretched out towards you and with a single brief glance at the boy next to you, you all but race towards him, allowing yourself to fall into his arms. Mikey hates the way he feels you shake slightly beneath his fingertips, and he throws a not-so-subtle glare the classmates way, who – as he figured – is glaring right back at him.

"Y/N," the classmate calls, and Mikey's eyes narrow at his familiarity when regarding you. "Who's this?"

You lean back from his hug, and Mikey can see you look rather annoyed at the question – clearly, you've told him this before.

"Mikey," Mikey cuts in dryly, "her boyfriend."

And he must really not know who Mikey is because he has the gall to laugh.

"Boyfriend?" Haru laughs, mockingly and loudly, head thrown back as you cast a quick glance up at Mikey in uncertainy, trying to gauge he's reaction. Truthfully, Mikey looks unphased. "I thought you were joking about that, Y/N."

And then Haru steps forward, moving towards you; "I mean, you and me make a much better–"

It happens in a flash. Suddenly, you're no longer in Mikey's arms and rather set gently behind him, Mikey’s body blocking your view as Haru's hand that was outstretched towards you is now tightly grasped in Mikey's fist. A quick glance at Haru's face, and you can tell that Mikey's grip is tight, his face twisting with pain.

"Did I forget to mention?" Mikey smiles, "I'm also the leader of Toman."

Haru's eyes widen and he looks scared–well, shitless.

Mikey's grip tightens, finding the way all colour leaves Haru's face rather amusing and the way the panic wells with pain as Mikey bends his arm to the point of just being about to break.

"Now, what was that about you and Y/N-chan being a better match?"

"I was wrong!" Haru cries, voice pitching pathetically, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"

"Don't apologize to me," Mikey shrugs, "apologize to Y/N-chan for making her so uncomfortable for the past few weeks."

Slowly, Mikey takes a step back, allowing you to fall in the view of Haru again, who, near crying, falls to his knees. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!"

Cheeks red slightly in embarrassment, you turn to Mikey.

He lets go with ease, Haru falling to the ground with one last cry, before Mikey makes his way to you, pulling you back into his arms with a wide grin.

"Let's go eat!" Mikey calls out with a cheer, snuggling into you. "I want you to feed me!"

HANMA:

"I mean, you're no good for her."

There's a beat. One long, single beat of silence before Hanma can't hold himself back anymore and he burst into laughter.

You, whose stood next to him, looks at him in disbelief, eyes widening as Hanma all but cackles in response to Asahi's words. Asahi, to be fair, looks just a stunned, and with a frown, you step towards your boyfriend, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket.

"Shuji!" You hiss, grip tightening on him.

He falls quiet at that, letting his eyes drift across you briefly, taking in the worried look in your eyes and the laughter stops at that. Hanma lets his eyes fall back on this boy, Asahi apparently, and the frown deepens – you were scared of this guy? He looked like wind might blow him over.

Besides, didn't you trust him to protect you?

A single glance back at you, and you're still throwing worried glances at Asahi, shuffled close to his side.

Guess he had something else to prove then.

"That's funny," Hanma finally speaks up, letting his eyes fall on Asahi with disinterest. "Hilarious actually." But all the humour has left his body, and Hanma simply stares back at the boy with a straight face.

Asahi falters, just slightly.

"I-I mean, you're a deliquent!" He calls out, gesturning in front of him at Hanma, before his eyes fall on you. "I mean, surely you can see that being with him will be nothing but a bad influence. If you were–"

Hanma steps in front of you, blocking you effectively from him.

"You don't get to talk to her," Hanma states rather bluntly.

Asahi turns to him, lips parting.

"You're not worthy enough to talk to her, pipsqueak. So let's keep this between you and me, huh?"

The air changes, thickens, and although you can't see it, you can practically sense as Asahi grows nervous, registering the glint in Hanma's gaze as he stares him down.

"I mean, surely, if you knew I was a... what did you say? Delinquent." Hanma snorts, "you think you'd have the brains to realize I'm not someone to mess with. And I don't take kindly to idiots like you trying to tell me who my girl should or shouldn't be with."

Hanma takes a step forward then, towering over the boy whose skin has grown pale, eyes flooding with fear as he stares up at Hanma.

"I especially don't take kindly to you scaring my girl either."

"I-I–"

Grabbing Asahi by the collar of his jacket, Asahi falls silent as Hanma pulls him up until he's standing on the tip of his toes, kicking his feet beneath him.

"But it seems I screwed up too, huh? My girl shouldn't have to be afraid because she should know I'd never let anyone touch her, let alone look at her if they made her uncomfortable."

There's a pause and Hanma's gaze grows wild as his fist slowly raises beside him, Asahi's cries of panic and pleads of mercy simply a background noise.

"So it looks like I gotta show her why."

BAJI:

"You're loud."

Well, Baji guessed he couldn't necessarily argue with that.

"You're rash."

That, too... maybe.

"You're not very smart."

Uh, ouch.

"You act without thinking. It could get Y/N hurt."

Okay, well that was just rude.

You were always Baji's top priority.

Well, that and fighting. But, still.

"I think I'd be a much better fit for her."

Baji should've figured this is where the conversation was going. Letting his eyes drift across the boy stood in front of him, he takes in the sight of his Toman uniform. He doesn't readily recognize the boy, so he's certainly not in his division.

Ballsy, he'd admit.

But stupid nonetheless.

He's probably in Mitsuya's division, Baji laughs to himself.

Well, not for much longer.

"I'll take your silence as a sign you agree with me–"

"I wouldn't jump to conclusions," Baji chuckles, grinning down widely at the boy. "What makes you think you're so great for Y/N? I know she's happy with me."

Lips parting, the boy pauses; "what?"

"You listed off all the reasons why you think I'm not a good fit for her, right?" He quirks a brow, and the boy nods. "So, tell me why you think you're a good match for her. You win, I'll break up with Y/N. And if you lose... well, needless to say." With a wide grin, Baji cracks his knuckles, baring his fists down at the boy.

The boys eyes widen, and he fumbles for a second, before he steels himself, inhaling deeply.

"Well, I'm smart, for one–"

"Wrong," Baji cuts in, "Y/N doesn't like smart guys. Why else would she have gone for me?"

Faltering, the boy shakes his head; "w-well, I'm a good cook–"

"Y/N prefers cooking herself," Baji shakes his head. "It's her passion."

Cheeks redenning, the boy rushes to add; "I-I'm! I'm strong!"

Baji just laughs; "not as strong as me. You're not even a vice captain of Toman!"

Thoroughly embarrassed, the boy hesitates, face bright red.

"Looks like you lose," Baji sings, stepping towards the boy. "I mean, if you really knew Y/N, you'd know the most important thing."

"W-What?"

"That none of that matters because she loves me!"

"You can't just–"

He never finishes what he's about to say before a fist makes contact with his cheek, knocking him off his feet and sending him straight to the ground.

Baji glances down at him with a blink.

"Strong my ass."

He makes a move toward him, before;

"Keisuke!"

Eyes lighting up, Baji spins, grinning at the sight of you. "Y/N!"

You fall in front of him, eyes flickering from the boy groaning on the ground back to him, "did you get in another fight again?"

Baji shrugs; "the guy deserved it. Not much of a fight either.”

And your eyes fall back on the boy on the ground and there's a flicker of hope where he thinks you might help but, but then after a moment you follow Baji's lead, shrugging, letting him take your hand in his before leading him off.

Guess Baji was right – you really did love him.

KAZUTORA:

"I mean, didn't you go to juvie?"

Frowning, Kazutora glares at the man, Daiki as he'd introduced himself as, in front of him. He was apparently a co-worker of yours, though Kazutora's never heard you talk about him before.

Stuck at this party your work was holding for you as a celebration for the promotion you'd received and your excellent work at the company, Kazutora had gotten a whole half hour of your time before you'd been whisked off by two woman, you offering an apologetic smile over your shoulder in response.

At the time, Kazutora hadn't minded – this night was for you after all and he wanted you to enjoy it.

Now, though? He desperately wanted to leave.

"How do you even know that?" Kazutora asks, his patience thin.

"I did some research when Y/N mentioned your name," Daiki shrugs. "Of course, when she mentioned you she hadn't mentioned that."

It's obviously meant as a jab. But Kazutora knew you weren't embarrassed of him – at least, he'd been pretty sure of that.

"Well, it's not really any of your business is it?" Kazutora cuts in, barely able to contain the snide in his tone. He barely liked socializing with people anyway, especially strangers, but he'd gone for you and because he wanted to be apart of your celebration. It was the least he could do after all you'd done for him.

But now he wishes he’d stayed home if he had to continue dealing with this guy.

"Still," Daiki insists, "aren't you embarrassed? I mean, such an upstanding woman... it's a wonder why she ever chose you."

"I chose him because I love him for him," you cut in and Kazutora’s eyes widen, glancing over his shoulder to see you making your way over to him. You look absolutely stunning, dressed in a floor length Y/F/C dress and when you notice his eyes on you, you smile at him, before it falters as you turn back to glance at your coworker. "But I hardly think that's any of your business anyways."

You fall next to Kazutora, wrapping your arm around his waist as you fall into his side, and the second you do, you squeeze Kazutora's side, and he realizes you're trying to reassure him.

"Y/N–!"

"Honestly, Daiki," you breathe out, voice coming out purposely exasperated as you roll your eyes. "I've had this conversation with you multiple times. I am happily in a relationship and your obsession with my personal affairs is strange and inappropriate. Given my promotion, I could easily have you fired."

Kazutora watches as the man's eyes widen, cheeks bleeding red as he shakes his head; "my-my apologies. Please, you don't have to go that far. I'll... I'll make sure I stop."

You raise a brow, holding the man with bated breath for a moment, before you nod. "Just don't let it happen again."

Daiki scurries off without another word, desperate to get away and Kazutora watches as you let out a sigh, shoulders falling as you shift, coming to stand in front of him, hands falling on his hips.

"I'm sorry about him. He's been... annoyingly persistant about asking me out for the past bit. I thought he'd have stopped when I reported him last week but when I saw him talking to you just now, I realized he hadn't."

Kazutora glances down at you, meeting your gaze.

You understand what he's trying to say before he even does; "nuh-uh," you shake your head, tugging him closer to you. "Don't let a word that idiot says get to you. He's just a pervert anyways. He spends half of his time looking down my shirt and I would never want to be with someone like him over you."

Biting his lips, Kazutora smiles softly; "I love you."

"I love you too," you grin, before slipping your hand into his. "Now, come on, I want to introduce you to my friends."

[unluckilyimnot]

reader hugging them for the first time

Characters : mikey, chifuyu, kazutora, koko, rindou, sanzu, wakasa

asked by : @ejtheoneandonly

m.list | rules

note: i hope it's what you expected ! it's been a while since i write for them, it makes me nostalgic

Mikey isn’t really surprised when your arms wrapped around him for the first time. His eyes widened a little at the comforting feeling but soon, a huge smile flashed on his face before he turned to look at you slightly.

Something is warming up in his heart and he can’t put his finger on it. All he knows is that he wants to feel it again.

Chifuyu felt like he was in a manga. You grabbed his waist, pushed your cheek on his and snapped a picture with your phone. All of this happened so fast he didn’t get to process the moment but as your hand lasted a little around his back, his cheeks were already burning.

But he has to play it cool, leaning in as you showed him the picture. “We’re cute ! Send it to me later !”

future!roommate!Kazutora’s tears were falling down his face for a while now and when he heard the front door he kinda regretted staying there. You passed the door silently at first before hearing him sniff on the sofa. Taking a few steps after leaving your shoes at the entrance, you gasped slightly when you saw him.

He was pushing his tears away, trying to cover it up, he didn’t have any right to impose that on you. Yet, you didn’t think about it twice and your arms wrapped around his shaking shoulders, pulling him into your chest. “It's okay, it happens.”

Koko felt your body fall on his back while he was still studying at the library. Your arms kindly wrapping themselves around his neck as you took a look above his shoulders. “Are you done soon, Hajime ?”

He can feel his heart beating faster at the surprise, yet loving the way you warmed him up in a few seconds. He thought about it a bit longer than necessary and now, it took him too long to answer without sounding weird. But it’s fine. He could easily get used to you hugging him.

“Rindou I’m scared I can't jump from there ?!” you screamed from the low wall the Haitani brothers just passed by as if it was nothing. Rindou sighed a little before pulling his arms in the air, ready to catch you.

“Come on.” He could feel his ears burn when you smiled at him. He was shocked to see you jump with so much confidence when you were whining a second ago. You fell into his arms, holding onto him longer than you should’ve and he couldn’t help but not let go. He didn’t want to, this felt too good.

Future!Sanzu was shocked, like he never felt something so reassuring in his entière life the first time your hands pulled his head into your shoulder.

“It's alright.” Your fingers lightly brushing through his hair made him close his eyes, enjoying the moment the fullest. Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe this wasn't even real. But the warmth engulfing him felt so real that he wanted to keep it for himself only.

Wakasa knew you weren’t the one open with physical touch, but he never intended to ask anything about it or even mention it. He just acknowledged it a long time ago. So when you came to his place that night, crying, face bruised, he felt all his old anger coming back to him, wanting to know what happened. Who did that to you.

But before he could even open his mouth, your arms were wrapped around his waist and you started ugly crying in his chest, wetting his shirt. He froze for a second, processing the whole citation before hugging you closer, feeling proud that you thought of him in this vulnerable situation.

Let me know if you liked it !

Reblog are appreciated ♡

[rovsemyri]

I smoked away my brain..(plug!k.choso) ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚

❄️UP ON MY GUMS , (I THINK THEY GOIN NUMB!)

now playing: demons- a$ap rocky

cw: plug!choso / drug dealer!choso, soft dom!choso, fem!reader, dubcon (kinda; sex under the influence), car sex, praising, riding, pussydrunk chosooo!, plot(kinda?), unprotected sex, creampie ₊˚ෆ₊

synopsis: it’s a friday night after work, you finally have the weekend off! stressed, you decide to call your plug, choso. you met him through one of your closest co-workers, yuiji after finding out he had a brother, since then, I guess you can say that you became choso's favorite customer — ★ (intended lowercase)

levy's note⭒⊹ ࣪ ˖: not my best work (i wrote this while i was high) :( but the show must go on. i had the idea to add visual links but i didn't know if people would be cool wit that, so lmk! tyy :) *there may be spelling errors,etc*

╰⟢ it was a late friday night and you didn’t have work tomorrow, so what did u do? called choso, your plug of course. though he was your drug dealer, you knew him a little bit more than his other customers, might even say, you got special treatment. choso was always laid back, he hated people in his business so not many people knew much about him, you wouldn’t have met him if it weren't for yuiji. 

 when he arrived, you stood outside the car door , just talking for a moment before he asked if you wanted to chill for a bit, suggesting you smoke a few blunts and talk…as you know, he always enjoyed your company. 

“so how you been, ma?” he asks, passing you the blunt as he fights a grin asking you the question. taking it from his hand, you take a pull before answering, “ tired, work has been stressing me out lately, but i’m doing okay” you flash him a small smile before taking another pull from the blunt. “you've been staying after hours, right?” he laughed a little, you could tell he was already buzzed. “you stalking me?” you ask, keeping up the light mood. passing the blunt back to him, your body began to feel heavy. 

“nahh, yuiji told me. the boy never shuts up about you, he’s worried bout you”, he says nonchalantly, taking another hit from the blunt. “you gotta take it easy for realll” his words slowing down a little. you could feel your head start to spin as the car became filled with more and more smoke, making your brain blank a little. “i’m doing fine though! just make sure you tell him to not worry when you get back” you laugh a little at the fact that yuiji worried about you and told his brother. choso takes a few pulls before outing the blunt. “you ain’t fine, you just said you was stressed” his words slur a little, the bud getting to his head. “ know i had smoke with you real quick, mama” he says with a grin on his face, pulling out another pre-rolled blunt, passing it to you with his lighter.

“being generous tonight, cho?” you smile at him, lighting the next blunt. “ you said you were stressed…you know i gotchu.” he says looking at you with a soft expression, making eye contact you try to avert your eyes. though choso was your friend’s brother you couldn’t help but admit he was so fucking hot. he was the quiet type, never spoke too much about himself or his life, he was a chill type of guy. that's what made you take interest in him, he was a mystery, really. 

you continue to spend the night just talking, getting things off your mind. choso was always a good listener and it seemed like he loved to listen to you talk. you could sometimes feel the way his eyes are glued to your lips as you're talking…or when he thinks you're not looking, you could feel the way his low eyes trace your figure as you tell him about what's going on. your mind gets more and more intoxicated as the rotation continues several times, somehow he’s still going, waiting for you to tap out or break the box. 

it's getting later as you both continue to talk, rotation going back forth as well, reminiscing about the past you both giggle and laugh. the euphoric feeling takes over your body, you haven’t felt this high in a really long time, you almost feel yourself twitching. choso lets out a soft laugh before passing the blunt back to you, his eyes low and red. “hmmph, cho, you’re not tapping out yet?” you pout giving him a playful hit on his arm before taking the blunt from his slender fingers. “think you could out smoke me, baby?” his tone lowers, a grin plastered on his face, laying back in his seat he watches as you look surprised at the name he called you. 

“of course i can!” you reply quickly with a smile on your face. “what you suggestin’ , girl? we try?” he says, his words slow and slurred, looking up at you making eye contact with you. 

you tried to avoid his eyes as you took another hit from the blunt, you couldn’t help but think about how hot he looked when he was high, you thought maybe shit was just getting to your head. 

“why you keep lookin’ away from me, ma?” he couldn’t help but laugh a little, clearly intoxicated. he passes you another blunt again with his lighter, willing to give into your little game. you kill off the blunt before looking at him, taking the next blunt from him to light , he couldn't help but smile. you could tell choso was on a different planet at the moment but you both felt the tension. “ you're gonna regret this, baby. you can’t out-smoke me” his tone was lower than before. you laugh, exhaling before passing it back to him.” you said you were being generous tonight, right cho?” you tease him, thinking that he’ll tap out sooner or later. the rotation continued.

and somehow, you find yourself in the backseat of choso’s car, the two front seats pushed back, making enough space for you to be perfectly sat on top of him. one hand on your hips, gripping them firmly. His shirt and your clothes are discarded and thrown onto the dashboard of the car and on the car floor. your chest pressed against his as he has one hand harshly holding down your hips on top of him, and the other around your neck. smashing his lips onto yours as the hand on your neck slightly tightened as it guided you to keep up with how he was moving. 

his kisses become sloppier by the minute as you grant his tongue access to yours, before he pulls away, loosening the grip on your neck and allowing you to catch your breath. “this is what ya’ get, baby” he groans, his gaze focused on the way your body looked as you were on top of him, trying to catch your breath. you couldn’t help but take a minute to breathe, his hands traveling to your lower body. his two large hands on your hips, gripping them firmly, slightly pushing your clothed cunt against his tightening bulge, his jeans unbuckled & pushed down far enough to reveal the wet spot forming in his boxers..“cmonn, please help me, baby” choso whined, guiding your hips to grind against his bulge through your soaked panties. . “choso, you’re just really high right now, relax” you pat his head before looking down at him, your hands on his shoulders. 

he groans, throwing his head back before pulling you closer to his chest. “fuck, i’m so impatient, girl” he whines, burying his face into your neck. one of the hands-on your hips now placed on ur neck, you almost gasp at the feeling of the slightly tight grip on your neck “cho.. take it easy on me” you choke out trying to keep yourself composed as you could feel how hard the poor boy was under you. 

planting wet kisses and leaving deep shades of red and purple on your neck, you bite your tongue to hold back the small yelps that almost escape your lips each time you feel his teeth gently sink into the sensitive spots of your neck

poor thing, he couldn’t help but think about how badly he wanted to stuff your tight cunt. his head spinning and low eyes making it worse, he needed it. 

“please let me fuck you, baby” he whines into your neck, he couldn’t take it anymore. he barely waits for you to nod before choso let’s out a soft growl, growing needier by the moment, one of his hands moving away from your hips. slowly moving down to your panties.

he brushes his thumb over your clit, “just the tip baby, I promise” he whines, looking up at you with his low red eyes, moving your panties to the side , “promise??” you move one of your hands down to his erection, freeing them from his boxers. “promise, doll face” he says, lining himself up with you, his hands digging into your soft hips. 

you choke back a moan as the tip of his cock enters your soaking cunt. a loud whimper escapes his lips as he throws his head back. he couldn’t take it , your tight cunt was squeezing his leaking tip. he wanted to see how you’d take him sooo bad. 

 “fuck- i’m s-sorry ma but-“ he manages to say through his sped up breathing before roughly pushing your hips down, your cunt stretching around him as he throws his head back in pleasure. “chosoo, you p-promised” you moan loudly. “sorry baby, take it for me… please?” he almost finds himself begging. 

his rough hands hold your body up, rutting his hips into you at a slow but steady pace, allowing you to get used to the feeling, kissing your cervix each time he comes back down. bouncing yourself back on him, one of his hands cup your face forcing you to look at him with your teary eyes. 

he couldn’t help himself from taking in every part of you. he loved watching the way you tried to hide the way your facial expression changed each time his tip hit the right spot. admiring the pretty sounds you made for him and only him to hear. he loved knowing that he was the one relieving your stress. 

““fuckkk .. you move your hips so well. keep riding me s-so fucking good.” he moans loudly before pulling you closer to him. you could swear his voice was louder than yours but he just couldn’t help it. 

you feel the tears well up in your eyes as his pace begins to quicken, pounding into you, the vibrations riding along your sensitive clit making you moan louder with pleasure. “-- ngh! feels good .. s-so good,” you babble, your body getting tired, you lean on his chest for more support. 

your nails digging into his back, the pain almost giving him more energy, he pounds into you harder making the sounds you were making impossible to suppress. you feel the knots in your stomach tighten. 

“c-cumming—m’ gonna c-cum mmph!!” you whine, 

“ cmon baby,, cum on my dick m’ almost there” he groans in your ear as you grip his shoulders tighter. you feel a euphoric wave overtake your body as he continues to chase his high, fucking you through your orgasm, leaving your legs shaking as he overstimulates your weak spot. 

“fuckfuckfuckfuck!--- p-please take it, princess. m’ right there” he’s at the point of tears. your vision is blurry as you watch as he desperately fucks into you. you weakly push yourself back against him, attempting to help him. 

“i’m cumming, p-please don’t stop” he whines loudly as he continued to fuck into you before feeling his dick twitch inside of you, his breathing became heavier. he buries his face into your neck, whimpering as he paints your tight gummy walls white, riding out his high.

he lifts his head, face stained with tears, he looks at you with low eyes, trying to catch his breath. 

“ think ya got one more fa’ me, princess?” 

[darlingbabyboo]

Hey, I'm new to your page but can request some Tokyo revengers comfort headcanons not with character x reader but just with the characters in general . ❤❤❤❤ thank you !!!

It's Okay...

Note: sorry, I didn't know if this is what you wanted, but I hope that you're okay with this! Also, there are some things that allude to a female reader, or some mentions of a menstrual cycle, but otherwise pretty gender neutral.

The absolute best at comforting you, like they always make you feel good. It does not matter what the situation is. Your stomach hurts, they stocked up with chocolate, heating pads, and are on their way to get whatever drink you need. You feel a little under the weather, sit down, he's got your back, and don't let him see you move even a little bit. He's doing your hair routine with you to comfort you, painting your nails, anything he can do to turn your frown upside down. he can't stand to his baby down, and he will do anything he can. When you want someone at your side, they doing everything they can. You can rely on him.

-- Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Inui, Peh, Akkun, Takuya, Shinichiro, Kakucho, Draken, Hina, Yuzuha, Emma, Naoto, Takemichi, Angry, Pah, Hakkai, Yamagishi, Arashi, Rindo (he the better brother, I ain't hearing it)

Not the best at this whole comforting thing but the minute he sees you start to tear up he will do the best he can. He doesn't get why you're crying, but he knows that he doesn't like it. The things can vary (and they sure do vary). This can go from buying you some new clothes, throwing heaps of money at you (cough cough Koko), surprising you with some homemade fireworks that are not at all safe (cough cough Hanma), yeah, sure, not everything is the best for you, but you know that they're trying. Hopefully their attempts can bring a smile to your face :)

-- Hanma, Koko, Senju, Sanzu, Takeomi (toxic siblings for life amirite), Taiju, Makoto, Baji, Kazutora, Mochi, Ran, Shion, Kisaki

The Who Am I Jumping Squad? Baby, I know you're sad, so who should I be coming after. He sees you start sniffling and he decides he's not gonna let that slide. Your teacher gave you a bad grade, yeah, I'll get them fired for you. If not fired, they disappearing somehow. Some rival gang decides to mess with you. He'll fucking destroy them. How dare they have the nerve to try to hurt you. When he's done (and probably covered in blood tbh), he'll do his best to comfort you. How does cuddling and a nice hot drink sound?

-- Wakasa, Angry, Izana, Bonten! Mikey, Ran, Rindou, Shion, South, Kisaki, Baji, Sanzu, Mochi, Taiju

[bebe-writes-stuff]

hi! can i ask a Tok Rev characters x reader where the reader is like Yor from SpyxFamily? like super strong, even stronger than mikey, clueless, shit at cooking and very sweet

Holyyy, it’s been SO long since I last wrote on here. I genuinely missed writing, and dw I’ll catch up on all the writing I have to do. Anyway this ain’t a life update 🙄 Ik yall js want jump to the story right away ugh Patrica you don’t care abt me at all. 😢

I loveee this prompt cs I actually had a good story idea for this, enjoy! ♥️

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It was just you and your younger sister, Mio. You were always working hard to support the both of you, but… you weren’t exactly a pro at housework

“So, how do you like it Mimi?” You said proud only to have your hopes crushed by her disgusted face.

She quickly sprinted the kitchen sink as she hurled, “what the heck did you put in this?! It tastes like ass.”

You frowned deciding if you should let it go or throw a pan at her, that attitude is not gonna get her far unharmed..

Sighing, you rolled your eyes cleaning up and throwing away whatever was left of the food, “I guess, we’ll have to order food again since someone excepts me to be chef Gusteau.”

“It’s not my fault someone can’t cook for shit, but I can ask Reiji to get us—”

You cut her off, your soft-spoken, light-hearted tone completely changed. “Mio, I don’t want a single fucking thing from that piece of shit you call a boyfriend.”

Mio looked down, disappointed and upset. She expected that response—you were always blunt and clear about how much you hated her boyfriend. But you never wanted to force her to do anything, because at the end of the day, she “loved” him. Still, you knew better. It wasn���t love—it was attachment, plain and toxic.

“I don’t understand why you can’t stand Reiji. He’s really sweet, I promise. You just have to give him some time to prove that to you.”

You were completely done with her excuses.

“Mimi, do you not see the way he talks to you? That is not how you speak to someone you claim to love. He doesn’t love you—he’s just fucking using you.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Shut the hell up. I’m done. We’re not talking about this bullshit again.”

Her eyes welled up at the harshness in your voice. She was still your little sister. Without any more words, she went to her room, where she spent the rest of the day silently crying. Meanwhile, you cleaned the house, disappointed and sad about how you’d spoken to her—but deep down, she knew you were right. He didn’t love her.

But she couldn’t let him go. She couldn’t imagine life without him.

What terrified her more than losing him… was how you’d react once you found out he’d gone as far as putting his hands on her.

You waited quietly for the food you’d ordered to arrive. Once it did, you fixed a plate for her and walked to her door, knocking gently. No answer. You hesitated, then slowly opened it. The room was empty, but the bathroom light was on.

“Oh, I guess she’s in there,” you thought, curiosity growing as you stepped closer and peeked in.

And nothing could’ve prepared you for what you saw.

Your heart dropped.

Putting the plate down, you slowly opened the door, your eyes locking onto your sister’s soft, beautiful face—battered and bruised.

You froze. How the hell didn’t you notice?

You thought she’d just gotten into makeup lately… but no. You had it all wrong. She was using it to hide what Reiji had been doing to her.

She looked horrified. Her hand trembled, the concealer slipping from her grip and hitting the floor.

“Y-Y/N, wait—listen to me. Just hear me out. He didn’t mean to, I swear. He was just… mad.”

Rage didn’t even begin to cover what you felt. You were holding back a fucking storm.

“So he was the one that did that to you.”

“He didn’t mean—”

“Answer the damn question. Yes or no.”

She swallowed hard, eyes falling to the floor, shame written all over her face.

“…Yes.”

Her voice was barely a whisper.

“Take the makeup off and get dressed. We’re going out.”

She didn’t talk back or ask questions—she knew better. Your face, your tone, your whole vibe had gone cold in an instant. She’d never seen you like this.

Mio kept close behind as you left the house, walking the streets with no idea where you were taking her.

“That shithead… he’s in the Tokyo Manji Gang, right?”

“Yeah,” she muttered.

“Well then. Looks like we’re paying them a little visit.”

Her eyes widened. She tried to stop you, saying it was dangerous, begging you to let it go—but it was already too late. You’d made up your mind, and there was no turning back now.

The two of you stood at the foot of Musashi Shrine, dozens of bikes lined up like a warning.

You were just a few stairs away from the bastard who laid his hands on your sister.

“Let’s go.”

The closer you got to their “spot,” the clearer everything became—groups of guys lined up, all in the same uniform. At the top of the stairs stood a short blonde guy. Next to him, a taller blonde with a dragon tattoo on the side of his shaved head.

You scoffed.

“Bunch of trash. All they do is fight and act like they own the damn city.”

Your sister moved closer, almost hiding behind you. She didn’t want this. She wanted to run. But it was too late.

Their leader faltered mid-sentence, his speech cutting off as his eyes locked on you. Two girls—one terrified, the other shooting daggers into his soul—had just crashed their gathering.

“Kenny, what the hell—” he muttered to his friend.

“I don’t know who the fuck that is, man. Why’s she looking at you like that? What’s her problem?” Kenny replied, already annoyed.

Whispers rippled through the crowd as people turned to see you and your sister walking straight through them. You pulled her close, ignoring the rude comments tossed your way.

You made your way directly to the top—toward the leader.

“Hey! Who the hell do you think you are? You think you can just waltz in here? Do you even know where the hell you are?” someone shouted behind you.

You stopped in front of the leader, eyes locked on his. He glanced at you, then at your sister’s bruised face.

“You… you’re their commander, right? Or whatever the fuck it is.”

Caught off guard by your tone, he blinked.

“What the fuck?”

“Are you deaf or something? I asked you a question.”

“Who the fuck are you talking to like that?” the taller one snapped, stepping forward, trying to use his height to intimidate you.

Didn’t work. Just made the tension worse.

“Kenny, wait.” the shorter one held him back, then looked at you.

“Yeah. I am. Who are you?”

“Fuck the introductions.”

“One of your shitty little boys laid his hands on my sister. So I’m here to say—real simple—I’m gonna beat his fucking ass. And you’re not gonna do a damn thing about it.”

He looked stunned. No way. That couldn’t be true.

None of them would stoop that low… would they? Beating on a girl barely half their size? That would destroy Toman’s reputation.

“That’s impossible. Toman has a rep, you know.”

You scoffed.

“Yeah? Well, for a so-called leader, you clearly don’t know what the hell’s going on in your own gang.”

“Who? What’s his name?”

You turned, facing the sea of uniforms behind you.

“So what’s it gonna be? You gonna man up and step forward?”

A pause. Silence.

Then your voice cut through it again—cold and sharp.

“Or do I have to drag your sorry ass up here myself, Reiji?”

Only when you said his name did he finally step forward.

He swallowed hard.

“Mio…” he whispered, eyes begging her to leave.

He never thought you’d actually show up—let alone put him on blast in front of everyone.

He stepped up to Mikey.

“What happened? Explain yourself.”

Mikey’s glare cut through him. Reiji opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

“Reiji,” Draken said, his voice low but sharp, now locked in on him.

“M-Mikey, that’s my girlfriend. She’s just… dramatic. We got into a little argument. It was her fault.”

He kept rambling, voice shaky, making excuse after excuse. But it didn’t matter.

You already got the confirmation you needed.

You let go of your sister’s hand.

And all hell broke loose.

“So you like putting your hands on girls, huh?”

You stepped toward him, eyes locked, fists clenched.

…

You didn’t stop. Not when the blood hit the pavement. Not when his mouth was too swollen to talk. Not when his legs gave out and he dropped to the ground like the pathetic coward he was.

You kept going.

Your fists were raw, knuckles busted open—but you didn’t care.

Reiji wasn’t moving much anymore, barely conscious. You grabbed him by the collar, yanked his head up, ready to throw another punch—

Then your hand moved. Quick. Too quick.

Out of your jacket pocket came a small black blade. You flicked it open without a second thought and pressed it to his throat.

Dead silence.

Your sister gasped.

“Y-Y/N…” she whispered, her voice trembling. You didn’t even look at her. Your entire body was still, except the hand gripping the knife, pressing just enough to draw a thin line of blood across his neck.

Reiji whimpered.

“You think I’m fucking done with you?” you growled, voice low and shaking. “You think you get to just walk away after putting your hands on her?”

Mio looked around, panicking. Everyone was frozen. Toman wasn’t stepping in—they understood this. Hell, if it were one of them, they’d probably be doing the same.

But not this.

Not the knife.

She turned to Mikey and Draken, eyes wide, voice barely a whisper.

“Please… please stop her. She’s gonna kill him.”

Draken blinked, like he was finally registering just how far things had gone. But it was Mikey who moved.

Fast.

No words. No hesitation. Just one clean, calculated motion—he stepped forward and kicked the knife from your hand before you could push harder.

Metal clattered across the ground. You turned, eyes wild, ready to swing at him.

Mikey grabbed your wrists, trying to hold you back—but he underestimated just how much strength was hiding behind you.

You twisted out of his grip and in one fluid motion, flipped him.

The leader of the Tokyo Manji Gang—pinned under you.

Everyone watching lost their breath. Even Draken’s mouth opened slightly in disbelief.

Mikey stared up at you, stunned.

“Tch… been a long-ass time since anyone pinned me like that,” he muttered, almost impressed.

But he wasn’t the threat anymore.

No one had seen it—not Mikey, not Draken, not you.

But Mio had.

While everyone was watching you, Reiji had crawled across the ground, hand reaching slowly, shakily, for the knife Mikey kicked away.

And now—

He was on his feet. Arm around Mio’s neck. The blade pressing against her throat.

Her breath hitched.

“Don’t fucking move!” Reiji shouted, voice cracked and desperate, blood pouring down his face.

Mio’s terrified eyes locked with yours.

And just like that—

The whole game changed.

“Reiji… don’t you dare,” Draken warned, his voice low, serious now.

You took a cautious step forward.

But Reiji jerked Mio tighter, the blade pressing deeper against her skin.

“Did you not fucking hear me, bitch? I said don’t move unless you want this whore’s throat slit!”

Your jaw clenched. His words—filthy, vile—cut deep. You wanted to lunge at him, tear him apart limb by limb. But you couldn’t. Not when he had her.

Mio looked frozen, lips trembling, eyes begging you not to do anything stupid.

“You hurt her,” you growled, “and I swear to God you’re not leaving here alive.”

But Reiji just laughed, a hollow, shaking sound.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m getting outta here anyway. None of you got the balls to stop me.”

He started backing toward the stairs, dragging Mio with him.

“You think I’m scared of some gang? You think I’m scared of her?” He nodded toward you, smirking through cracked lips and blood-stained teeth. “She ain’t gonna do shit.”

Your fists curled so tight your nails dug into your palms.

“Let her go, Reiji,” Mikey spoke now, calm but dead serious.

“You don’t wanna know what’ll happen if you take one more step.”

Reiji scoffed.

“What, you gonna hit me? You let this crazy bitch beat me half to death and now you’re playing savior? Don’t fuckin’ kid yourself.”

Your eyes never left Mio’s. She was holding back tears, but you could see it—the silent plea.

Do something.

“Reiji,” you said, tone quieter now. Cold. Controlled. “Let her go, and maybe I’ll let you keep breathing.”

He laughed again, harder this time.

“You? You’re just mad I broke your little sister like the stupid, weak bitch she is—”

That was it.

The second those words left his mouth, something inside you broke. Your vision blurred, the world around you muffled like you were underwater—and suddenly, all you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

You didn’t lunge.

You didn’t scream.

You smiled.

A slow, cold smile that made Reiji falter.

You took one slow, deliberate step forward.

“Take another step and she’s dead!” he barked, pressing the knife harder against Mio’s throat.

You didn’t stop.

Another step.

Your voice was calm—terrifyingly calm.

“Then do it.”

Reiji froze.

Even Mio stiffened.

“Go ahead. Kill her. But you better make it fast.”

You tilted your head slightly.

“Because I promise you won’t even take a breath after that before I tear your fucking throat out with my teeth.”

Everyone went silent.

“You think I won’t?” you added, eyes locked on his. “Try me, Reiji. Try me and see how fast I become your fucking worst nightmare.”

Reiji’s grip loosened.

Just a fraction.

But it was enough.

Mio moved. Fast.

Her heel slammed down on his foot, hard. He shouted, flinching—his hand with the knife jolted for a split second.

The moment she was free, you snapped.

You didn’t even hear the screaming behind you—Draken shouting, Mikey barking orders—your mind went blank the second your hands wrapped around his neck.

Reiji hit the ground hard.

You didn’t let up.

“YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT MY SISTER? HUH?”

Crack. Your fist collided with his jaw.

“SAY THAT SHIT AGAIN—”

Crack. Another punch. Blood splattered across your knuckles. He was sobbing now, trying to crawl back, but you grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him right back to the pavement.

“YOU FUCKING COWARD.”

A knee to the ribs.

“TOUCH HER AGAIN AND I’LL PUT YOU IN A BODYBAG.”

You reared back for one more punch—

But arms grabbed you.

Tight. Strong.

It was Mikey.

“That’s enough.” His voice wasn’t angry—just firm. “He’s done.”

You were breathing hard, chest heaving, heart pounding like war drums. For a second, you didn’t move. Blood was dripping from your fists. Reiji was barely conscious, mumbling nonsense, broken and whimpering.

You looked over your shoulder.

Mio.

She was standing there, shaking, tears falling down her cheeks—but not out of fear. Out of shock. Out of relief.

Your hands dropped.

You stood up slowly, stepping back.

Mikey glanced down at Reiji, then at you.

“…Don’t worry. He’s not walking out of here.”

Draken cracked his knuckles.

“We’ll handle the rest.”

You didn’t say anything.

You just turned around and pulled your sister into your arms.

“It’s over,” you whispered, holding her tight. “He’s never touching you again.”

…

The meeting had ended hours ago, but the tension lingered like smoke.

Only a few remained—Mikey and Draken, which were the only names you knew, some other people, and you.

Reiji had been dealt with. You didn’t ask what happened to him. You didn’t care.

You sat on the shrine steps, arm wrapped protectively around Mio, who was finally starting to breathe again. Her head rested on your shoulder as you absently rubbed her arm, eyes fixed on the empty streets below.

That’s when someone approached.

“Here.”

A cold soda can touched your hand.

You blinked, looking up.

Silver hair, calm eyes, quiet presence—you hadn’t noticed him earlier.

“Mitsuya,” he said, offering Mio one too. “How are you holding up?”

You narrowed your eyes, instantly guarded.

“Y/N. We’re fine.”

He sat beside you, unfazed by the coldness in your voice.

“Don’t worry about him anymore,” he said softly, nodding toward the shadows where Reiji had last stood. “Or anyone else at that. Toman will protect you both.”

You didn’t even hesitate.

“I don’t need your protection,” you muttered. “I don’t need anyone. Just wanna be left alone.”

Before he could reply, a new voice cut in.

“So, Y/N’s your name, huh?”

You looked over to see Mikey suddenly squatting down beside you, a stupid grin on his face and a whole shift in energy—playful, boyish, like the last two hours hadn’t been soaked in blood.

You stared.

“…Yeah. What about it?”

He tilted his head.

“Mm, I’mma call you…” he paused, eyes scanning you dramatically. “…N/N(nickname). You’re like a pissed-off little angry bird N/N.”

You frowned.

“We’re not friends. I don’t know you.”

He groaned, throwing his head back.

“Well, duhh, that’s the whole point. I’m trying to get to know you, dumbass.”

Mitsuya smirked behind his soda.

“Who taught you to fight like that?” Mikey asked, eyes genuinely curious now. “You flipped me like I weighed nothing—and I don’t lose fights.”

You shrugged, reluctant… but figured answering wouldn’t hurt.

“I used to train at a dojo. I was a kid… I think it was called the Sano Dojo or something.”

Both boys froze.

“…Wait. What?” Mitsuya asked.

Mikey blinked.

“You trained at my grandpa’s dojo?”

He pointed to himself, looking weirdly proud.

“Guess so. Never saw you though,” you muttered, popping the tab on your soda.

Mikey leaned closer, squinting like he was trying to remember your childhood face.

“What school you go to?” Mitsuya asked, still processing.

You looked off, voice quieter this time.

“I don’t. I’m online schooled.”

“Ohhh,” he nodded. “Makes sense. No way we wouldn’t notice a pretty girl like you around here.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything.

Mio shifted beside you, whispering something you couldn’t hear, her voice soft.

Mikey caught it.

“She said you scare her a little,” he teased, eyes dancing with mischief.

You smirked just slightly.

“Good.”

Mikey leaned back on his palms, gaze drifting to the night sky.

“You’re interesting, N/N.”

You didn’t respond.

You weren’t sure if that was a compliment or a warning.

Mitsuya leaned over, lowering his voice.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but… I think Toman might need someone like you.”

You glanced at him, skeptical.

“And why the hell would I ever want to be part of a gang?”

He smiled faintly.

“You’re already the type who protects the people you love. That’s what we’re about… in our own fucked-up way.”

You stayed quiet, unsure what to say.

Mikey stood suddenly, brushing off his pants.

“Well, I’m gonna go beat Draken at rock-paper-scissors for the last melon soda. You coming, N/N?”

You blinked.

“…You’re annoying.”

“Yup. And you’re stuck with us now.”

As he walked off, you glanced at Mitsuya, who only shrugged with a smile.

“You’ll get used to it. Eventually.”

You leaned back, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

The night had gone quiet again.

But something told you this was just the beginning.

—

SOO how’s that as my returning post I really like this idea so definitely expect a series with it MWAH until next time my loves 😘🫶 (tell me if you guys want me to add any more to it!!!)

[firstdivisiongirl]

Pet Store Trio Falling for a Fem Reader Who Works Near Them

Myself and @silversatin2105 started to rewatch Tokyo Revengers again. It's just as good as I remember and I felt like writing something for my favorite trio. Please enjoy!

Chifuyu Matsuno:

He’s a hopeless romantic at heart!

I get him, I’m the same way! 

When he saw you at the coffee shop you own next door.  It felt like he was in his own romance manga!

So he went every day and ordered breakfast.

Even his days off.

You started to just see him and know what he wanted

One medium matcha latte and a red bean bun

You would just see him walk in and start his order

He always tried to be a good neighbor and give you any of your mail that was accidentally delivered to them

Baji and Kazutora would tease him about it

Your coworkers teased you too about your crush too

After lots of blushes and awkwardness, the two of you finally got that romance manga love story!

Kazutora Hanemiya:

He’s always a little nervous when it comes to people especially women

It’s his dad’s fault

Chifuyu asked him to pick up some flowers from the new shop next door for their adopt a cat event!

He was expecting a little old lady to come out but instead it was the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen in his life

He instantly forgot everything

But Chifuyu had figured this would happen so he called and warned you!

You sweetly smiled and handed him the flowers

Everytime the shop had an event, Kazutora would go over, just to see you

Eventually, a simple hello became small talk which became a friendship which became more

He swore that he would never treat you like his father treated his mother

Keisuke Baji:

Boy is simple

He likes fighting, motorcycles, animals and food

There was a new Yakisoba shop next door to the pet shop so all the boys went.

You were their waitress and Baji instantly couldn’t take his eyes off you

Your smile, the sparkle in your eye, just everything about you was so….lovely

Of course, Chifuyu and Kazutora noticed and made fun of him so much for how love struck he was

He doesn’t go back to the shop after that and doesn’t see you

But you’re still always on his mind

So one day you come in to adopt a cat and the two of you start talking

And you hit it off instantly

Once you adopt your new cat, he gives you his number and asks you to go to dinner with him

You happily agree and that became the first of many dates

Please do not copy, modify, translate or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated!

[buccini555]

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬

⊹ ۫ . Tokyo Revengers Boys Reacting to Shy S/O Who Randomly Says Out of Context and Inappropriate Things

౨ৎ H e a d c a n o n s !

‧₊˚ 𝐹𝑡. Manjiro Sano, Hanma Shuji, Kazutora Hanemiya, Mitsuya Takashi, Chifuyu Matsuno and Baji Keisuke

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

"What?" He would say, looking at Y/N with a confused look.

It would probably take him some time to understand a double-meaning joke.

He would complement Y/N's jokes or random lines (Sometimes he would be even worse than her).

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

"What the hell?" He would say, looking at the girl in disbelief, disbelieving that someone so quiet would say something atrocious.

After accepting the girl's speech, he would laugh at her without thinking twice.

Hanma would certainly say something much worse and more inappropriate than the girl to try to compete on who would say more things out of context.

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

It would take him a while to associate any inappropriate speech with the quiet girl, disbelieving for a second that something so random could come out of the mouth of someone so shy and quiet.

He would probably have a fit of laughter in front of everyone.

He would certainly say something much more inappropriate after hearing the girl.

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

He would definitely be embarrassed if he was in front of other people and would try to hide it.

Mitsuya would understand any kind of joke or double-meaning phrase immediately.

He would ask the girl to only be inappropriate when they were alone.

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨

It would take Chifuyu a while to understand a double-meaning phrase, but when he finally did, he would be a little embarrassed.

He would laugh at the girl since he definitely didn't expect any inappropriate speech from her.

"Honey, I don't think that's very appropriate." He would say with an awkward smile.

𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

He would have a fit of laughter in front of everyone and then he would look seriously at the girl in disbelief.

After observing the girl for a brief moment of total silence he would break the silence by making a joke a thousand times more inappropriate.

"I didn't know you were the type of person who says inappropriate things..." He would say laughing with a confident smile. (🥵🥵)

[hoejosatoru]

Tokyo Revengers men + milf/cougar!reader (nsfw)

Ft. Draken, Mikey, Mitsuya, Baji, Kazutora all post time skip

warnings: age gaps, potential power dynamics, mommy kink, oral fem receiving, raw sex, cream pie, hand job, sugar baby, cheating

Draken - cougar hunter

I hc that Draken lovesss older women. Like he hates bull shit and games that girls his age try to play in relationships. He wants someone that knows what they want and has experience. Definitely goes out of his way to seduce older women, its a major turn on for him. Despite the age gap, he is not the submissive one at all.

When the handsome young man slid a drink to you at the bar, you envisioned a few ways the night could play out. None were as good as the one you currently found yourself in. "Fuck you're taking me so good," Draken grunted as he pounded into from behind. Riding back to his place on his motorcycle was such an aphrodisiac that neither of you could make it to the bed.

You gripped the counter tightly, but kept your back perfect arched for Draken. He was so deep inside you it drove him wild. He gripped your ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Hot spit dropped from his mouth to your tight hole. He massaged the tight ring, making you moan. "Don't tease me, Ken, finger me," you demanded, arching your back even more to display yourself to him.

Draken let out a low curse, pressing his thumb into your ass. "You'll be the fucking death of me."

Mikey - kink unlocked

Mikey always thought older women were hot, but he didn't think it would be that different than fucking someone his age. I don't think he was ever really submissive until then, but realizes he likes it. He also never thought about having a mommy kink but then...

Mikey couldn't exactly recall the chain of events that led him to being pinned under his hot older neighbor, but he was very happy to be there. You were letting him suck on your tits while you ground your clothed cunt over his leaky cocky. He groaned as his tongue flicked across your nipple, making your hips stir even more.

"Mmm, you're good with your mouth baby," you complimented. "Gonna make you taste me later. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Little did you know, Mikey spent many evenings fisting his cock to that exact scenario.

"Fuck yeah I wanna taste you so bad." He tried to sit up so he could get you on your back, but you pushed him back down.

"Not yet, wanna ride you first," you nipped at his lip. You slipped out of your underwear, making Mikey curse under his breath at the sight of you. You took his leaky cock in your hands. "Gonna be a good boy for mommy?"

Something switched in Mikey at his words. A low groan escaping his lips at his cock twitched at your words. He never knew how fucking hot that would be. "I'll do anything for you."

Mitsuya - sugar baby

Mitsyua doesn't necessary have a preference of his partner being older or younger, whoever he connects with is what matters. I don't see him as having a mommy kink or anything like that either. I do think older women would naturally gravitate towards him. He's very mature and poised + I think his job in fashion designer would put him in the path of a lot of older women. I could see him developing a sugar baby like relationship with one of his regular costumers.

Mitsyua had always been told not to mix business with pleasure, but when the pleasure looked as good as you, how could he listen to that? You'd been a regular costumer for awhile and you instantly had chemistry. Every time Mistuya got close to you, wrapping his measuring tape around your body, well it was only a matter of time before something happened. That something being a quickie in his dressing room.

Since then you come to get custom garments regularly, often paying more than necessary because you just wanted to spoil Mitsuya. You took him out to a few fancy dinners as well, but your primary hook ups happened at his studio. Which is exactly what happened today. After Mitsuya put you in a sexy little dress - that fit you perfectly he might add - he couldn't even wait to get it off you. He lifted you on to his work desk, hiked up at dress and buried his face in your cunt.

"You look so fucking sexy," Mitsuya mused. His tongue is teasing your swollen clit, making you moan. He slipped a finger inside you, stroking your sweet spot lazily. He wasn't in a hurry to get you off, he never was. He liked to milk each experience for all it was worth.

"Mmm, that's more of compliment for yourself. You did all the work with he dress," you replied. You hooked your leg over his shoulder, pulling him in closer. A not so subtle hint that you weren't as patient as he was.

Mitsuya smirked, picking up the pace of his fingers as he spoke. "Nah, the woman makes the dress. Besides, you look better naked." He attached his lips to your clit, sucking intently. He wouldn't be leaving that spot between your thighs until you were both fully satisfied.

Baji - friend's mom

Baji has absolutely been fantasizing about getting with a friends mom foreverrr. Like it's a sex bucket list thing for him. I don't see him as having a mommy kink or being submissive in this either. I think it's more a power trip thing? Like especially if you're still married he'd lowkey think it's hot you'd risk cheating with him. In general I think it's like the rush of fulfilling a fantasy/risk taking that gets him into it.

Baji had always been the most interesting, and bold, of your son's friends. You were no stranger to their stares, you were a good looking woman. But Baji? He took it a step further. He openly flirty with you when the boys weren't around, secretly found ways to touch you even when they were around. You thought it was harmless and nothing would come of it, until he was at your bedroom door when he should have been sleeping in the basement with the rest of your son and the rest of his friends. Both of you knew what this meant.

"Harder," you urged, wrapping your legs around his waist. He was pounding you into the mattress, but you still wanted more. Your eyes devoured Baji's large, toned frame. The faintest bit of sweat had formed on his abs and you wanted to lick it up. You hadn't been this turned on in a minute.

"You're insatiable," Baji grinned. He loved it, how he could feel the way your body craved him by the way it squeezed his cock. "Your husband not fucking you good enough?" Thank god he was on a business trip this week.

You moaned as loudly as you dared. Your son's room was far down in the basement, but still. "No, never," you whined, "Not like you Baji. Fucking me so good." Baji drank in your words. determined to have you humming on his cock like only he could.

Kazutora - mommy kink

Kazutora has a massive mommy kink. The subbiest boy :(. Definitely seeks out older women to take care of his needs.

"Doing so good for me today baby," you coo at the man laid out on your bed. You had Kazutora stripped down, his hands dutifully at his sides as you stroke his cock. He knows he's not allowed to touch until he's cum, but it's hard for him not to.

"Please, mommy, needa cum so bad it hurts," he whined. You knew he was close; you'd been teasing him for awhile. His body was flushed and his tip was bright red and leaking.

"Aw, my sweet boy is feeling needy, huh?" you kissed his forehead. "Let's get you off, yeah?" Kazutora whimpered as you returned to your ministrations. You pumped him faster, squeezing him higher. The lube you'd covered his pretty cock in made an obscene squelching noise that embarrassed Kazutora, but you only found it hotter.

"Feels so good mommy!" He was breathlessly whimpering, his hips bucking up to fuck your hand. Finally his body twitched as he cum, the hot release spilling down your hand and onto his tummy.

"Good boy."

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

New follower here! Sorry I ask in anon because I'm too shy... I just found your blog recently and enjoy it so much :D You make amazing headcanons and so knowledgeable about tokrev! I bingeread the manga and because I don't like doing reread that much, I kinda forget and miss many things haha. So your blog helps me a lot! <3 By the way, a question popped up in my mind after reading many fanfics and headcanons of tokrev boys in tumblr: why does the fandom often describe kazutora as touch-starved? He is one of my favorite characters, but I never knew about it before skimming through tumblr. Is it official? Or is it something everyone agrees to seeing him hugging takemichi the moment they met for the first time? I find that touchy tora is so cute ;_;

Ah thanks and welcome to my blog! As for touch starved Kazutora, it isn't official but there are a few clues that could point to it, which is why I think it became a popular hc. Firstly we have Kazutora's childhood, we know how difficult things were for him growing up with his father but things didn't exactly all improve after his father left. Kazutora himself describes his home as being very "cold", his mother also forgets his birthday and leaves him alone that evening (judging by Kazutora's reaction this isn't a surprise either, so this likely happens often)

Kazutora's reaction also shows that he's unhappy with this, even calling it "stupid". He's just shown to be very dissatisfied with his home and to not get much attention/ affection. So I think from this it's understandable that he would crave that.

Then he meets Baji and the others and things improve but then the Shinichiro incident happens and he's sent to juvie. We now know from the spinoff that Kazutora did have a close friend in juvie but they weren't together the whole time since Kazutora's sentence was longer. Juvie was still quite an isolating experience for him though, being locked away from everyone. I imagine this could also contribute to him potentially being touch starved.

Then we have the way he hugged Takemichi which you mentioned. But along with that we also see Kazutora happily leaning all over Baji in the toman picture, as well as him looking very happy to receive a head pat from Mikey in an official art. These kind of interactions do happen often between other characters too in the manga and official arts (well besides the meeting hug) so they aren't concrete evidence but do show that Kazutora enjoys being close to others and touching them, which could point towards the touch starved hc.

Baji also seems to use touch as a way to calm Kazutora down/reassure him. He hugs Kazutora after he's freaking out over killing Shinichiro and he also put his arm around him during an emotional moment after toman was formed. Although doing this to comfort someone isn't an uncommon thing both irl and in the manga, it could potentially show that Baji is aware touch is a good way to calm Kazutora down.

[mochilovesbuffmen]

Hiiii mochiiii LMAOOO (totally didn't talk to you just now ANYWAYS)

Tokyo revengers Mizo Middle Five, Mochizuki, shion madarame, and obv kazutora, (if you want add more) with a clingy, childhood best friend reader to lovers, or they can already be lovers.

There literally isn't enough mizo middle five content out there 😭

Hope you have fun with this hehehe!

this is such a cute idea omg😭💞

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱

I apologize that i couldn't include all of the Mizo Middle Five bc damn they're tough to write-

Anyways

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭!! 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍 𝘈𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘋!!

𝙈𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝙆𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙞

• this ones my favorite omg

• your Families are friends that's how you met!

• Playdates w Mochi were always the best but he would tease you for not being able to catch up w him

• you're one of the few people not afraid of this big guy even if he's angry

• and he appreciates it so so much

• he's the best friend you need and actually listens very well (sucks at giving advice though)

• y'alls favorite type of dates is going to eat

• his dream partner would be someone who eats as much as him but he's gonna like someone who eats less too (he can finish your food dw)

• that being said y'all got together pretty early

• depending if you confessed first because he's gonna take ages making sure you're actually interested in him that way

• he's prolly very self concious but he never shows it

• pls reassure him

• you love to hug him and he loves to hug you back (he gives the best hugs fight me on that)

• loves when you hang on his arm!! He's proud of his strength and flexes every chance he gets so you can compliment him<3

• also loves to give piggy back rides or just letting you sit on his shoulders + plus doesn't hesitate to swoop you up and carry you when you're tired - no matter your weight

• style his hair!! Your fingers in his hair while he's sitting on the floor is the best way for him to relax😭

𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙚

• you two stuck like glue ever since y'all met at the playground when you were smaller

• even then Shion was all bark but no bite and you helped him when he got beat by older kids lmao

• so now years later you two still chill together in your room (i hc that he prolly has some beef w his family so he prefers to not be home at all)

• man knows where the keys to your home is if he's not simply coming in through the front door (your parents don't mind anymore)

• they probably didn't even believe he's a deliquent help

• naps on your bed >>

• you're the only one (and Izana) who can tell him to stfu without getting beat

• obv you patch him up after a fight and he didn't manage to keep you out of his gang business but ig you don't mimd if you still stick around

• he slowly started to fall for you with the way you cared for him and didn't mind if he disappeared for days when he needed the break

• that's why every time you touched or hugged him his heart would beat faster (pls don't ask why he's gotten red he's gonna deny it)

• i doubt he'll confess first though brother is in denial

• it was you who indirectly asked him and he went ?????

• he's gonna be so happy and you can see that on his giddy smile <3 Will only genuinely laugh and smile like that privately w you tho

• he needs a little push after you confessed but let's say he's clingy too after you two got together (more than you)

BONUS! Once a dude tried to threaten you and had the misfortune of Shion witnessing it. That guy got pulled away and you could imagine what happened to him (Shion sent you a cute little Selfie w the beaten guy after)

𝙆𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙮𝙖

• okay so this ones a lil different

• you two were friends right before Toman was founded

• he wouldn't tell you about his family problems but you knew something was wrong

• he's gonna be more hesitant with being touched by you. Not that he doesn't want to, he's simply not used it

• you two had a routine with feeding and petting stray cats and he started to feel very comfortable around you

• that was until the thing w Shinichiro happened

• you heard about it from your parents but couldn't see him before he got to juvie

• you also didn't see him until he got out again much later

• you were walking home when saw him standing there leaning against a wall. He has been waiting for you.

• you two caught up and got closer again this day

• but he was way more distant than he used to and you were the only one who could see it despite his attitude

• fast forward to the Bloody Halloween you witnessed everything that happened (decide if you're in Toman or Valhalla)

• you managed to confess to him before he got you to leave before the Police came

• this time you didn't leave his side and visited him as often as you could in juvie

• that's when he confessed to you too<3

• after he got out there the second time you were there and you could finally go on dates.

• still hesitant and shy when you touch or hug him but he gradually got used to it

• going on rides w him as a date!!

𝙔𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙆𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞

• ahhhh this cutie!!

• being childhoof friends w him means being childhood friends w the whole group

• but you seemed to always spend more time w Yamagishi

• ofc you're gonna be his number one to rant about gangs to

• and you didn't mind one bit

• you didn't join Toman w the rest of them as you preferred to stay out of the danger

• which meant you're the one Yamagishi goes to to get patched up

• you're his crush obv and he's the one to confess after the whole crew teased him about it for too long

• was ecstatic when you said yes

• going to arcades is going to be y'alls favorite type of dates!! Also amusement parks even tho he probably hates the higher rides

• can't help but grin widely when you steal his glasses and wear them for fun

• loves when you hug him or hold his hand!! He has the most adorable blush on his face when you do

• he's gonna tease the shit outta you at times too

• plus he may be shy around you but he initiates physical touch himself too

• i feel like he's the type to randomly start tickling you (may or may have not got accidently hit by you and his glasses broke AGAIN)

[nikorun-draws-stuff]

Emo Kazutora 🔪🖤🐯

[shinsmarlboro]

Strums of Seduction.

Dedicated to my mutual on TikTok, she knows who she is <3

Tags: Kazutora is a flirt, you go viral lol, gender neutral reader, reader is whipped for Kazutora and honestly that's so real, celebrity au, alternate timeline.

Kazutora first saw you at one of his concerts, mesmerised as you danced to the practised strumming of his electric guitar. What set you apart was that you didn't have your cell phone out, choosing simply to bask in the moment of it all. It was something he appreciated, since nowadays people have become attached to their phones.

Your reaction to him smiling at you was something that caused him to laugh a little though it couldn't be heard over the loud voices of the crowd. As the intro for the next song rolled in, he pulled Atsushi, the lead singer, aside just before he sang their third song.

“Sorry to delay you all, how ‘bout we have one of our fans come on stage?” He smirked at the cheerful response from his fans. “Let's have ‘em dance with us.”

The drummer blushed as some of his fans loudly declared wanting to dance around him, one even holding up a sign that asked for his hand in marriage.

“Is that a good idea?” Atsushi asked, a sheepish grin plastered across his face.

“C'mon man…” Kazutora nudged his arm. “You don't wanna say no to them, do you? I get it, I see so many pretty faces in the crowd I’m starting to get shy now.”

He let out a satisfied hum as his words elicited lovestruck squeals from his fans, both male and female.

Sauntering towards the edge of the podium, eager eyes watched as he extended his hand towards you to take.

You felt yourself shiver like a leaf, mouth agape and eyes never leaving Kazutora’s flawless face. As silly as it sounded, his beauty drew you in like a moth to a flame, the voices around you minimised as though you both solely existed in that moment. Slowly, you placed your hand in his and he hoisted you onto the podium.

Your legs nearly gave out as you drank in the sight of the band - Souya was behind the drums, his vibrant cerulean curls just as lush as in the photos. The lead singer, Atsushi, in his captivating yet unconventional mohawk style and a smile on his face as he interacted with fans.

Then, your attention fixed on the main singer, who had his hand clasped in yours.

“You okay?” He asked. letting go of your hand and bringing you back to reality.

You simply nodded, not wanting to embarrass yourself by squeaking out a response that sounded similar to a dying cat.

He laughed, noticing your tense posture and lightly patted your shoulder. “Relax, will ya?” He leaned closer, still leaving some space between you so you are not uncomfortable. He made sure to lower his microphone so his words could be heard by you only, to the disappointment of his inquisitive fans.

“You were dancing your ass off moments ago, what happened to that fire, hm?”

You bit your inner cheek so hard it drew blood. You thought it had been your mind playing tricks on you, but he noticed you. Kazutora fucking Hanemiya had seen you dancing like an idiot.

Heat creeped up into your cheeks. He didn't seem to be weirded out by it, so that was a good thing.

“It's not the same..” You murmured.

He quirked a brow just as Atsushi hyped up the crowd. It was a furtive signal that indicated that the band would soon start playing.

Kazutora placed a hand on your shoulder. “Just let loose. Let the music guide you, as they say.” He followed it up by a wink.

You gave him a half nod, watching as he adjusted his electric guitar.

Right. Just don't make a fool out of yourself, again. You told yourself as you wiped your clammy palms on your denims.

When you got off stage, your legs felt like jello and eyes blown wide in fascination. You didn't even budge as one of your friends snaked her arm around you and the other screamed her lungs out because you had your once-in-a-billion moment with the sought-after celebrity.

After that concert, the band got even more popular and scoring concert tickets was like playing the lottery game. You'd observe with envy as fans interacted with the band members during fan signs and concerts, fortunately you were grateful you got to have a viral moment with Kazutora Hanemiya, even with the death threats sent to you from fans, anons and a couple of middle-aged women, you felt content.

As time passed, you soon came to realise that you might not attend another concert. With having to tackle work and school, it was damn near impossible to find the time to go out to have fun, talkless of concerts.

At 9 PM on a Friday night, you finished mopping the floors of the café eager to close up the shop and head on home basking in the momentary freedom the weekend gave you before heading on back to work on Sunday.

The bell rang, indicating that a customer was here. You let out an audible grumble and turned around with the fakest customer-service grin you could muster up for the umpteenth time, except you were at your breaking point.

The customer took off his hoodie and you were blessed with the opportunity to stare into his beautiful gold eyes and that tiger tattoo you spotted despite his neck being concealed for the most part.

“I'm sorry, are you about to close for the night?” The familiar timbre in his smooth voice sounded nice in your ears. Still, you were irritated, whether there happened to be a hottie or not.

“Yeah, it's a shame,” You replied, with feign disappointment.

A nervous chuckle fell from his lips as he rubbed his nape. “I figured.” He fished out his phone to check the time. “I mean, it's pretty late already. The moment he took out his phone, your eyes got fixated on the Swastika symbol against his clear phone case, not only that but his onyx fingernails under the lighting.

Could it be or were you going crazy from lack of adequate sleep?

He could feel you staring at him, so he met your gaze and a flash of recognition dawned on his face. “Wait… it's you.”

You frowned. What the hell? “You know me?”

He nodded, a broad grin spreading on his face. “Hell yeah I do!” He laughed softly. “Dancing-machine?”

Your eyes widened as he uttered the name of the hashtag under your viral video. Heat instantly flooded your cheeks as you cleared your throat.

“Do you remember me? Don't tell me you have forgotten my face already,” He teased, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“How could I forget?” You fiddled with your mop, laughing sheepishly. “I should be asking you that question, I mean what.”

“I have a pretty solid memory.” He rubbed his chin, thinking for a moment. “L/N wasn't it?”

Your heart fluttered. You knew that he was great at memory games as proven in one of the moments he had to memorise cards on a variety show, but it made you feel touched.

“Wow…” Another laugh fell from your lips. “It's been a while. How the hell did you not forget?”

He gave a noncommittal shrug. “I never forget my fans. Especially the pretty ones.”

You stiffened, unsure of how to respond or react. “Oh um…that's thoughtful of you?”

You could sense the awkward tension threatening to consume the atmosphere and so you quickly changed the subject.

“Uh, how about you take a seat?” You offered, taking down the chairs on the freshly waxed floors.

“What?” He looked confused.

“You wanted to order something, right?”

“Oh no I couldn't…” He watched you, feeling abashed as he observed you pull out a chair for him.

“I insist, now sit down and let me take your order,” You commanded.

He gave you a rare nervous smile. “You really don't have to.”

“Yes I do. I mean, no one's here and you can eat without fangirls flocking to you for your autograph.”

“You're still here though.”

You clicked your tongue playfully. “I am a grown ass, I don't have time to be squealing over celebrities,” You spoke coolly and walked away, muttering about getting the menu for him, even though internally you were freaking the fuck out. What were the odds of seeing your favourite celebrity at your workplace?

You returned, placing it before him on the table. “Take your time.”

You couldn't help but sneak glances as he skimmed through the options. It was as though his face had this magnetic energy that pulled your eyes in, or maybe he was just too handsome for your weak heart.

He pressed his lips together, hesitating for a moment. “Uh… If it ain’t much of a hassle, how about soufflé pancakes?”

You relaxed a little when he chose the less tedious option. “Of course. Want anything to drink?”

“Just water.” He smiled at you.

His eyes subtly roamed your form as you took the menu from him and made your way to the kitchen.

As you stirred the batter, you couldn't help but feel his eyes on you. You did a taste test, finding an opportunity to look at him from the peripheral of your vision; He leaned back to get a better view of you from the kitchen.

You weren't exactly looking your best, after an eight-hour shift you were bound to look unkempt. You thought to yourself about what it was that could be interesting enough about your appearance to have him stare at you.

He's just hungry. Focus on the damn pancake, broke ass bitch. You berated yourself in your head as you poured the gooey mix in the pan and set to frying.

Minutes later, you had a tray of soufflé pancakes with a drizzle of whipped cream and maple syrup. Sliced strawberries surrounded the plate rather neatly to Kazutora's amusement.

“Strawberries weren't on the menu.” He raised a questioning.

“I can get rid of them if you'd like,” You suggested.

He shook his head. “No way. I love strawberries. It was just an observation.”

You let out a hum, feeling your muscles ache as you placed his order before him and made to go back to the kitchen.

“Hey uh on second thought, how about I just take this home instead?”

You turned to look at him. There wasn't any sign of dissatisfaction on his charming face but it unnerved you the more, knowing how two-faced celebrities could be.

You cleared your throat and muttered a ‘Sure’, approaching his table to take his plate to get it ready for takeaway. You silently wondered why he chose to take it home; you didn't mind staying behind just for him even as late as the night was getting.

Handing the takeaway bag to him, he mumbled a ‘Thank you’ as he looked at his phone. He raised his head to meet your gaze. “You accept transfers too, right?”

You recited the café's account details while he typed it down with his nimble thumbs. He showed you proof that he made the transaction and you nodded slightly, a friendly smile spread across your face.

“Thank you for coming,” You said, moving to put up the chairs back on the table.

“Thank you for your time.” He shot back, letting out a brief chuckle.

Tension threatened to invade the room as it fell into silence. You were too exhausted to respond, but not saying anything would be seen as rude so you hummed to let him know that you acknowledged his words.

“Say, you think I can have your number?” He asked, as if he was in a hurry. “I have practice in a few so I wanna make it quick, in case I don't see you again.”

In that moment your heart dropped into your ass. You stared at him wide-eyed and expectant for him to declare his words as a joke. Instead he stared back at you, patiently smiling.

“I…”

“You know what, I'll just write it down.” He turned his back on you, dipping his hand into his tote bag to get out a journal and a pen. With a couple of hurried flips, he tore out a quarter of a page. He slid the cap of his pen between his teeth and scribbled his digits on it, while he did so you just stared like a fool, hands clasped in front of your apron.

He left it on the table, packing up his stuff in his bag and draped it over his shoulder whilst he held his order in his right grasp.

“Make sure you text me when you find the time!” He waved at you then turned around to pull up his hoodie as he walked off into the night.

Your hand trembled as you held the piece of paper, gawking at the series of numbers. A wave of excitement washed over you followed by an inhumane scream, the exhaustion suddenly leaving your entire body as you replayed what just happened in your head.

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You and Kazutora’s friendship had begun to grow despite both of your hectic schedules and occasionally having to adapt to the different time zones whenever he went on tour. The more you talked to him, the more you realised that he was just like any other person but more talented.

You had managed to keep it a secret to your friends about befriending the popular lead guitarist. After all it had nothing to do with them.

“They can be a handful at times.” You sighed, chopping up vegetables unevenly that struck mild concern from the man on the phone. You had gotten into a squabble with your two friends recently and you couldn't be bothered to deal with their shit when you had so much on your plate.

“Hey,  you must have been acting a certain way for them to tease you like that.”

You halted your actions, looking at him with an accusatory gaze. “Are you taking their side?”

“No, no,” Kazutora said, sensing your growing irritation. You had been like this for a couple of days: quick to annoy, harder to reason with.

“It's just, you've been cranky lately,” He pointed out tentatively.

“I'm just tired,” You defended.

“You said that last time.” He adjusted his phone position, bringing the device closer to his face.

“I'm telling the truth.” You chopped the veggies with more aggression than intended.

“I didn't say you were lying.” He exasperated.

You were over it. As dashing as he was, keeping this back and forth going would end in you lashing out on him. And so, you reached out about to hang up.

“So…” He drawled awkwardly “...I hope this isn't shitty timing but I was wondering if you could meet up with me one of these days,” He suggested, rubbing his nape. “I really need your opinion on something.”

You gave him a look, your index finger grazing lightly against the re d telephone icon. “This isn't some sort of trap right?”

“What?” He choked out.

“Forget it.” You put the knife down and let out a long sigh, hands gripping the sides of the kitchen counter. You needed a break, a break from all the crap going on in your life.

“I’ll look into my schedule and see if I can fit you in.” You mustered up the strength to faintly smile at him on your screen. “I have to go now.”

“Okay but don't forget. It's really important.” He emphasized just as you hung up.

Days later, you texted him informing him that you would be free on a weekend, and he arranged for a taxi to come pick you up despite your complaints.

He stood outside in all his glory beside a motorcycle you assumed was his, dressed in a loose tee and black cargo pants. He noticed you almost immediately and jogged up to meet you.

He took off his mask to greet you with an attractive smile. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you.” He gave you a side hug which you leaned into.

As he led you into the building, you spotted the electric guitar reposed on the concrete floor and the balls of crumpled paper beside the culpable notebook sprawled open before his feet. Colourful graffiti spread across the unpainted walls, rays of sunlight acted as the only light source in the bleak surroundings except the slightly opened door on the verge of collapse.

“Sorry, it's a bit of a mess.” He laughed nervously, side stepping the empty boxes of ramen and coffee cups

“I was here all night.”

You assured him that it was fine as you sat down on the worn-out couch. Inviting you here meant he trusted you enough to see him like this, it made your heart flutter.

“My dormitory can be a real mess. Worse than this, trust me.” You took off your bag, placing it on a table as you sat on the low chair. “You said you were here all night? You mean you slept here?”

He shook his head. “Nah. I just worked on the finishing touches of the song before I send it to my producer.”

The news regarding the anonymous release date of their band’s 2nd album circulated rather quickly and now here you are, blessed with the opportunity to be a first listener. His first listener.

“Is this where you practise?” You asked, admiring the oddly cosiness of the hangout spot, undeterred by the fading graffiti and holes in the ceiling. “Your singing and songwriting?”

“Yeah, it used to be a spot where me and the guys would come to rehearse after school. That was years ago though, now it's more of a place I come to when I wanna clear my head,” He explained, his voice detached and slightly muffled because of the pick between his teeth.

You bit your bottom lip, watching closely as he pulled the strap of the electric guitar over his head so the instrument stayed poised against his stomach.

“I was working on the finishing touches of a song and I wanted you to be my first listener.” His hesitant gaze met yours. “Is that okay?”

“Well I, I can't say that I’m not flattered that your reached out to me,” You stated. “Though I can't help but think that you're taking advantage of the fact that I'm a fan of you guys, your biggest fan even but you see I’m not too fond of spoilers, Kazu.”

“I mean… if you told me that I would have understand.” He scratched his nape, feeling flustered that you seemed unenthused to hear his new song. “I just need your opinion on it that's all.”

“I'm just kidding. I didn't know a man like you still had it in you to blush.” You laughed softly. “You're singing the entire song?”

He shook his head. “Just my part and the bridge. Maybe a bit of the chorus.”

“Oh, so half of the song?” You asked in a deadpan tone. The group's line distribution barely changed. As the main vocalist, Kazutora got most of the lines. After his part, which included the bridge (or sometimes Atsushi Sendo would sing it instead) most of the time, the song was basically over.

“Basically.” He chuckled, appreciating your subtle humour.

“Alright.” You readjusted your position on the chair. “The floor's yours.”

You leaned forward just a bit with a growing smile on your face as he began to sing the intro, heartfelt Japanese rhymes flowing smoothly out of his lips. His fingers danced effortlessly across the strings, coaxing out a catchiness which you know would be stuck in your head for days.

His eyes locked on you, softening slightly. You had seen him pour his heart out with some of the few ballads the group had written. He never failed to move the hearts of many fans with the raw emotions he conveyed in his tone, like he related to the songs. You knew he did, back then and now.

You were certain you looked like a mesmerised idiot but you didn't care. You brought your legs to your chest, hugging them, remaining transfixed on his angelic vocals. If this was the demo, she couldn't imagine how heavenly the master recording would be like

As he neared the end of the song he drew closer to you, his gaze piercing. It made you squirm a little and fight back the blush threatening to spread across your face. It appeared like the rest of the world acted as a backdrop, gradually fading away as both of you are enveloped in your private symphony.

“So what do you think?” His question came out as a heavy breath. His cologne enveloped your senses. You always felt like this, nauseated. Whenever he’d catch you staring at him from time to time. It got worse when he'd smile at you, his eyes crinkled upwards. The butterflies in the pit of a stomach would trill intensely as though your body was trying to warn you.

“I mean I think it's good but music is…music is subjective you know I can't speak for-”

Before you finished your sentence, his lips connected with yours. Your hands moved to his nape as you slowly melted in the kiss. Your reciprocation gave him the confidence to wander down to your waist, sending pleasurable jolts just from an action as simple as that.

You gasped into his mouth when he pinned you down on the floor scattered with newspapers, but had no intention of pulling away.

‘Honestly,” He began, his breathing heavy on your lips. “I just wanted to have an excuse to bring you here. The song's been ready for release since last week.”

“Sneaky bastard,” You teased.

“You were still the first to listen to it.” Kazutora's hand trailed up your waistline, squishing where necessary earning a surprised squeal from him.

“Jesus…” You mumbled, pretending to get upset with him but ultimately laughed softly.

“So, what'd you think?” He asked. “I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to hear your thoughts about it.”

“It was romantic. A bit explicit but…” Your words made him laugh awkwardly.

“Uh yeah… even though it's my song I had Makoto write some lyrics for me.”

Your eyes grew wide and you sat up. “Makoto from…”

“Makoto from M.M? “

That explained a lot. A smug grin formed on your face in a way that had the celebrity feeling uneasy.

“I wouldn't think that you of all people won't be able to write explicit lyrics.” You teased.

“It's not like I can't write them. I don't want to show that side of me to fans yet.”

“Why? You should go for it.” To your amusement he seemed abashed about the idea, you could have sworn his ears got redder in colour.

“You don't have to jump into it immediately,” You quickly assured him. “It's just a suggestion.”

He let out a noncommittal hum, rubbing his nape as he got off you, exposing a different side to him. You watched him for a moment with a fond expression on your face before lying down on your back. Taking a breather like this, it was rare. Your muscles ached with fatigue but the thought of falling asleep was damn near impossible.

Still. You closed your eyes, letting your body relax in his presence and the growing silence. The papers rustled beneath you and Kazutora's warm breath fanned on your exposed skin.

His eyes were on you. You didn't have to open them to notice. It didn't bother you, you recalled he mentioned something about your face being easy on the eyes. It made you uncomfortable.

You knew he would stop it if you told him about the feeling he elicited from you, strangely you brushed it off. In his eyes were nothing but compassion - the same compassion he harboured for his loved ones and fans. Perhaps it was the intimacy behind them that made you inept.

“Hey, Y/N?” His boyish voice relaxed your muscles further.

“Hm?” You hummed in response.

“Wanna go on a date with me?”

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