#mikey drabble

[tojisbbg]

❈ 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 ❈

❝one day i will stop falling in love with you, some day, someone will like me like i like you.❞

♡ manjiro sano ♡

pt.1, pt. 2

a/n: highly requested for pt. 2!! you ask and i shall deliver 😌

content: mikey x reader (y/n), very heavy angst, right person wrong time, you’re mikey’s childhood friend, he’s getting married (lolz), not grammatically checked/edited

...

it was currently seven in the evening, the newlyweds bid the last couple of guests goodbye. throughout the whole event, mikey tried his very best to plaster on the most convincing smile he possibly could to mask the chaos going on inside him. 

there was never a second where you’ve left his mind, ghosting through every lane in his brain as he couldn’t focus on anything but you. he felt guilty, knowing that perhaps his marriage wasn’t going to last as long as he had hoped for. 

“better invite us to the housewarming party, sano. your wife’s cookies are no joke.” pah nudged mikey, a small laugh leaving his chapped lips as he faintly nodded his head. mikey watched pah walking towards the door before suddenly stopping, watching as his friend bent down to fix the bottom of his wife’s dress. the hopeless boy couldn’t help but watch, observing the affection and love reciprocating between pah and his wife, before they both left together. 

in the back of his mind, the memory of you zipping up his jacket properly during the cold winter season, lending him your scarf and making sure that he was all warm and snuggled up was fresh in his mind. you always made sure that he never got sick and when he did, you would ditch everything in your agenda to make it your business to nurse him back to health. 

no one has ever cared for him like you have and mikey knew what he had to do. 

“honey?” the voice of his wife awakened him from his train of thoughts, turning his head to the side as he was met with a warm smile. god, he felt so guilty for what he has done and was about to do. 

“yeah?” he responded, waiting for her to ask.

“i was thinking that the two of us could have a small movie night when we get home.” she suggested, eyes twinkling with hope as mikey gulped harshly. 

home.

they bought a house together and planned to live there forever until time was up. but, he always wished that it was you instead. mikey couldn’t bare to look her in the eye, clearing his throat as he tried to think of an excuse. 

“it’s been a long day, you must be tired. i’ll drop you home and go over to ken-chin’s place since he suddenly left and isn’t answering my calls. get some rest, okay?” he lied straight through his lips, and his poor wife was too naive and quickly sympathized with it. 

“of course, i hope him and y/n are okay. let me know what happens, hm?” suddenly, she wrapped her arms around him, making him freeze. 

it felt so wrong, like he was being suffocated. mikey didn’t like this one bit at all, it felt too new and unpleasant. he’s been with ___ for a couple years by now and these things were never an issue. yet, after your sudden confession, the regret of not coming clean to his feelings years back ate him alive. 

“hm, let’s go.” mikey gave her a smile, placing a hand on her back as he led her out of the church. 

the drive to his house was not very long, giving him enough time to quickly slip out of the annoying suit as he slipped on a pair of jeans and a flannel. he saw his wife sitting on the couch, a small bag of chips in her hands as she munched on the salty snack while watching a rom-com movie. she noticed him and gave him a wave, making mikey want to rip his hair out as he just wanted to tell her the truth. 

but, he wasn’t ready yet. 

he walked over to her and place a faint kiss on her forehead before looking down at her. 

“i’ll be back soon.” mikey assured, making her nod as she watched his figure walk out of the front door. 

the ride to the brothel was about thirty minutes, making mikey curse on why he bought a place that had to be so far. the urgency to see you grew stronger and stronger with every light and block he passed. mikey quickly parked his car after arriving in front of the brothel before rushing out to go up to the floor where you and draken lived on. 

the elevator dinged and he stepped off, now standing in front of your door. his breathing became irregular, anxiety swallowing him up whole. all the possibilities of you hating him and banishing him away from your life scared him to death. a shaky fist came up to the wooden door, knocking twice. 

the door opened, revealing his tall best friend, staring down at him with a death stare that made chills run down his spine. 

“ke-”

“what do you want?” draken brashly cut him off, making mikey’s lips agape as this sudden behavior from his right-hand man was completely unexpected. surely he knows that you might’ve ranted to draken about whatever happened between you two, but usually draken doesn’t like to get involved in neither your or mikey’s personal life. 

“i just came to see y/n and talk with her, five minutes is all i’m asking for.” mikey chewed on his lower lip, eyes sternly on his shoes as he couldn’t bare to see his friend look at him with such hate-filled eyes. draken bitterly laughed, making mikey wince in pain as he knew that this was going to be bad.

“oh, so now you wanna see her, huh? you disappeared for nine fucking years, sano. nine damn years! you didn’t care about my little sister at all, whether she was alive or dead. did she tell you that she fell sick from not eating because she was looking for you? how she couldn’t sleep a single night in peace ‘cause she thought you were dead? of course not, you were too busy being blind and fucking some other bitch.” draken yelled through gritted teeth, making mikey look up at him with anger. 

“mind your fucking words, don’t call ___ a bitch.” the shorter spat out, tension growing between the both. 

“how rude of me, i forgot that you were a gentleman. well then, goodnight.” draken scoffed, attempting to close the door before a foot lodged into the remaining space. 

“please, all i’m asking for is five minutes.” mikey begged, tears welling in his eyes. 

“you had nine years to talk to her, but you didn’t. there is no five minutes, mikey.” the taller spoke, voice know cracking as mikey’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“w-what do you mean? where’s y/n? don’t just stay quiet, answer me!” he grabbed onto draken’s arms, only to have it harshly ripped away from his grasp. 

“she’s dead! y/n is dead, my sister is gone.” the tears that draken has been holding on since mikey has arrived came flooding down, as he glared at his best friend with bitterness. 

the words kept on repeating inside of mikey’s mind, taunting him as it felt like time has stopped. for some reason, it felt as if his body turned into stone, he couldn’t move. suddenly, a wave of rage began to build up, making him grit his teeth before balling his fists. anger clouded his sight as all he saw was red, eyes darkening.

“you piece of shit!” mikey bellowed, lunging towards draken before landing a hard punch on his jaw. remi screamed in horror, panicking as she saw both men breaking out into a violent fight. 

“you knew about her tumor! you fucking knew and you didn’t tell me?! what kind of a fucking friend are you, traitorous jackass!” mikey continued to throw endless amounts of punches on draken’s face, receiving some back as well, but no matter how hard draken hit, he felt numb. 

“stop!” remi yelled, before throwing her shoe at mikey’s head, making him wince at the stinging pain the heel left. draken was on the ground, breathing heavily as he shoved the smaller figure on top of him to the side. 

“do you think that beating each other to death will bring y/n back? do you think she’ll be happy? huh?!” the girl sobbed, landing a hard slap on each of their cheeks as both draken and mikey looked down at the floor in shame. 

“her death was inevitable, that tumor was a ticking bomb. she’s finally free from those painful chemo sessions, headaches, vomiting and seizure episodes. she won’t suffer anymore.” remi sadly smiled, body trembling as draken pulled her into his chest. 

“i deserved to know, she was my other half.” mikey lowly spoke, tears pooling in his eyes, blurring his vision. 

“you didn’t deserve shit, sano. all y/n has ever done is love you with all her heart. you were her world, everything revolved around you. yet, you failed to notice that. what did you do instead? you fucking disappeared without a word. oh and even better, you found some chick too. you never cared about my baby sister, you didn’t! so stop acting like the victim here.” draken sneered, meeting mikey’s teary eyes as he grew quiet.

“i was trying to protect her, i was afraid that my presence in her life would do more harm than good. i was scared that one day something bad would’ve happened to her because it involved something to do with me. i couldn’t risk it, that why i even disbanded toman.” mikey explained, breaking out into a painful cry as his heart bled. 

“did you even love her?” draken questioned, watching the man in front of him choke on tears. 

“god, i loved her to the moon and back! she was all that i could think of every second that i breathed. if i knew sooner, then i would’ve never left. i would’ve never been a coward, i’d stay by her side to protect her. i could’ve had more time!” mikey yelled in agony, making draken grab a hold of him. 

“it would’ve never been enough! y/n didn’t tell you because she knew that it would’ve destroyed you.” draken hugged him, patting his back as remi joined them both as well. 

after a few minutes, draken decided to take remi outside for a small walk, feeling like they needed some fresh air. this gave mikey some time to go see you. he hesitated for a bit, not being able to face you even though you were long gone. but, he eventually mustered up the courage and opened your door. 

there, you laid on the bed like a pretty flower, your skin pale as snow due to the life in you being drained out. 

“i know you told me that you didn’t wanna see me again, but i missed you. i don’t wanna let you go, y/n. i can’t live without my other half, i love you so much.” he cried, stroking your cold face as his tears fell on your cheek. 

if only he knew, he would’ve cherished you longer. 

---

mikey walked inside his house, eyes swollen from crying in the car, nearly getting into an accident twice from his blurred vision. 

he saw his wife with a teary face, her friend my her side rubbing her back. the both of them noticed his appearence, and instead of a look of relief, the both of them looked angry. 

mikey stood in his place, watching his wife rise from her spot and walking towards him before landing a harsh slap on his face. 

“you fucking cheater! you don’t love me, i was your escape route. you love y/n, don’t you?” she asked, voice becoming shaky as she looked at mikey through glossy eyes. 

mikey remained quiet, and there she got her answer. 

“i knew it, i knew it! yet i still had some trust and hope within you that my guts were wrong. that maybe those little gestures you both gave each other was nothing but platonic. i was wrong, you and that two-faced bitch lied to me!” she screamed in agony. 

“watch you mouth! you don’t get to call her that, you heard me? everything that she has ever done for anyone was nothing but a selfless act. you don’t know her.” mikey said through gritted teeth, making his wife scoff. 

“yeah? well, you can now go back to her and continue to kiss her mighty ass ‘cause i want a divorce.” she sternly said, crossing her arms over her chest before walking to the door with her friend. 

“i’ll get you the papers by next week.” mikey bluntly said, not even trying to fight or defend himself. he was tired and he didn’t want to live in an unhappy marriage for the rest of his life knowing that his heart belonged to you and only you. 

“why? i wish to cut my ties with you as soon as possible.” she said with disgust laced in her tone. 

“because i have to attend y/n’s funeral.” mikey deadpanned, making his wife’s mouth gape open. 

“huh, guess karma is real. that’s what you get, sano.” his wife’s best friend taunted, making his now ex-wife giggle. 

“i’ll come tomorrow to get my stuff. i can’t stand to stay here for another minute. also, i hope that two-faced bitch burns in hell.” she cockily said before heading out the door, slamming it shut. 

---

it’s been about a month since you’ve died and mikey hasn’t visited your grave yet. he was there for your funeral, seeing how draken never requested the morgue people to not take off the promise ring you both have on your pinky finger. but, he didn’t stay for the burial. 

mikey sat on the bench by the river, sighing as he fished out the pack of cigarettes he bought earlier. he opened the lid, plucking one of them out before placing it on his lips. as he brought his lighter closer to the end of the cigarette, your voice echoed in his mind. 

“see, much better than cigarettes. but i was being serious, mikey, i don’t wanna see those near your lips or reach ever again. swear on my life?”

he took it out, placing it back in the package. mikey stood up, walking towards the garbage can before throwing out the pack of cigarettes. 

mikey decided that it was time to see you.

he reached your grave as you were buried in the nearest cemetary, easy for your sibling to visit you on the weekends. mikey sat in front of your tombstone, placing the cup of chocolate pudding on the ground. 

“felt like you wanted some.” he smiled, opening up his own as he took a scoop of the sweet treat in his mouth. 

“how did i do it, y/n? how did i live all those years without you? now that you’re gone, i feel suffocated. it feels like i’m falling in this bottomless pit with no one to save me.” mikey’s voice broke, tears stinging his vision as he bit his lips to conceal a choked out cry that itched to leave his throat. 

“you just have to find happiness again, mikey.” a soft voice spoke from behind him, the familiarity of the tone set chills all over his body. he turned around, eyes widening in shock as he couldn’t believe it. 

“y/n?” he called out, but it was barely a whisper. mikey knew that you were dead, and that perhaps he was going insane, but he didn’t care. 

you smiled at him, taking a seat in front of him as you grabbed the chocolate pudding he brought for you. 

“are you real?” mikey finally mustered up the courage to ask, making you chuckle as you grabbed his hand. your flesh was cold, making him intertwine his fingers with yours in an attempt to give you some of his warmth. 

“it’s time to let me go, mikey. you have to live, travel, start a family and just be happy; without me.” your eyes held so much sadness and depth, it no longer twinkled with hope like before, making his heart ache. 

“i can’t. i need you by my side, y/n. please, come back.” he begged, shaky hands coming up to cup your face. tears began to stream down his face as he softly cried, making you sigh as you pulled him in a hug. 

“do you remember our first meeting?” you asked, gently stroking his hair as he nodded. 

“i told you, there’s too much love in this world to be consumed by regret or grief. i’m not saying that you shouldn’t grieve, but you have to pick yourself up and continue with the rest of your life eventually. that’s what i want, mikey.” you spoke, making him look at you with glossy eyes. 

“if only i knew sooner, i would’ve done things so much more differently.” mikey sniffled, making you shake your head in disagreement. 

“that’s why i didn’t tell you. my condition would’ve consumed you and i didn’t want that. i didn’t die in vain, i died knowing that i had a loving family and person who loved me for who i am. i’m happy, mikey and it’s time that you find that happiness too.” you assured, kissing his forehead as small drops of rain began to fall. 

“i envisioned a happy life with you, with one or maybe two little kids running around our house. ken-chin and remi visiting us on christmas, road trips and so much more. i’ll wanted to marry you, y/n! you’re the only girl that i have ever loved, the one my heart belongs to.” mikey broke down, trembling as the rain drenched him. you couldn’t help but let a few of your own tears fall, watching the man that you love crumble to pieces. 

“then marry me, sano.” you looked at him with adoring eyes, making him shoot you a confused look. you took off the promise ring on your pinkie before handing it to him. he took off his as he placed it in your palms, eyes never leaving yours. 

he slid on the ring on your ring finger as you did the same to him. mikey gave you a soft smile before caressing your cheek.

“god, i love you so much.” mikey mumbled under his breath, leaning in for a kiss. you accepted it, and for some reason, your lips felt warm and soft. 

“i love you too, which is why i need you to live for me. i’ll always be here with you mikey, somewhere safe and sound.” you placed a hand over his heart, making him cry harder as he nodded. 

“okay. i’ll try, for you.” he offered you a broken smile, kissing your hands as you hummed. 

“goodbye, mikey.” you said, and it made his heart drop. 

“wait! don’t leave just yet! ple-”

but it was too late because now it was just him who sat alone by your grave. mikey saw that the pudding he got for you was gone, making him believe that the vision or ghost of you was in fact real. 

you came back to him, even if it was for a moment. 

mikey knew that he had to give his life a chance, a chance that you never got. which is why he promised to live to the fullest for you. 

---

big flashing lights nearly blinded the famous race car driver as he cleared his throat, waiting for the interviewer to bombard him with questions. 

“mr. sano! what a pleasure to have you here, thank you for joining us today.” the woman politely said, making mikey give her a small smile. 

“the pleasure’s all mine, thank you for having me.” mikey smoothly replied, making the crowd swoon. for a man that was pushing his mid-thirties, mikey looked amazing, without a doubt. his voice was crisp and honey-like, making it hard for people to resist him. 

not to mention the generous heart he has. 

the interview was pretty long, consisting of questions that made mikey talk about his childhood, goals and inspirations. until the burning question hit him like a truck. 

“mr. sano, you’ve got quite a fanbase.” the interviewer started off, being cut off by the loud squeals of mikey’s fangirls, making him chuckle. 

“we all want to know, are you single?” the question pondered in his head, but mikey knew the answer and didn’t hesitate. 

“i’m not, actually.” he revealed, making people gasp and scream from shock. 

“who’s the lucky girl if i may ask?” the interviewer continued to ask for further information. mikey smiled, thinking about the only woman that will ever own his heart. 

“my best friend, y/n. she’s my wife who unfortunately passed away a few years ago due to an inoperable brain tumor. she’s the love of my life and i miss her every day. i funded the research foundation for inoperable brain tumors in memory of her. she’s the biggest inspiration in my life and i hope she’s happy when she watches over me.” mikey spoke into the mic, making the crowd briefly go silent before a loud wave of claps echoed through the room. 

“you’re a great man, mr. sano, i’m sure your wife is very proud of you. she sounds like an amazing woman.” the interviewer offered a consoling smile. 

“she was. y/n was brilliant, she was smart and talented in almost every aspect. she’s my other half, which is why it made it hard for me to learn how to live without her after she passed away. but, she always told me how there was too much love in this world and i shouldn’t be consumed by grief. so, i picked myself back up and started something to give other people hope for a better tomorrow.” mikey explained, seeing how the audience was in tears from his heart-touching words. 

for a breif moment, mikey saw you amongst the crowd. his eyes widened, seeing you in a beautiful cherry sundress, similar to the one you wear every summer in high school. you were clapping and you blew him a kiss, to which he caught as his eyes teared. 

mikey knew that he would never stop falling in love with you and that he would let you break his heart over and over again. 

because his heart belong to you and only you. 

[catfuyus]

"hmm?" mikey hums as you press gentle kisses into his neck. it's kiss after kiss. your lips never tiring of his skin. he's sat up in bed with your blanket rolled up on his lap. it's early morning and the time change has the sun lightening the backdrop of the curtains.

you're already dressed for work. makeup on and coffee made. he said he was going to the gym with baji this morning, otherwise he'd still be sleeping warmly in the bed you two share.

he hasn't opened his eyes from the moment you flicked on the dim lights to the moment you gathered up your belongings for work. not even now, as you press loving kisses into your boyfriend's face, knees on the mattress as you lean over the side to hold mikey's face in your hands. kissing his cheek, kissing his head, kissing his neck.

when you finally pull away about to head off to work, mikey's arm snakes around your waist and pulls you back towards him, locking you in place. eyes still closed, man still half asleep.

"mikey," you giggle, whisper his name in his ear as you press another kiss into the side of his face. "i'm gonna be late."

"mmm," he grunts in response, moving himself closer to you to give you access for more kisses.

you take his face between your two hands, plant a nice steady kiss against his sleepy mouth, and pull away. mikey smiles and finally lets you slip away as his eyes peek open. you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. you're just so beautiful. and you're all his. your kisses are his and your hands are his. your smile belongs to him.

"don't forget you're meeting up with baji this morning," you remind him as you grab your purse and keys in the doorway.

"I love you," mikey's sleep heavy voice responds as you open the front door. he rubs his eyes as he admires your form standing in the doorway.

"I love you too baby, see you soon," you smile and lock the door. the sky is pink and rosy as you get into your car. brisk air waking you up as you take another sip from your hot coffee. the earth is alive, the coffee is warm, and mikey loves you so much.

ⓒ catfuyus | please do not plagiarize, repost, or redistribute in any way to any other platforms, including wattpad and tiktok.

[rizzanon]

[Shitty Day] Manjiro Sano

You were grudgingly walking back home under the moonlit sky, relieved that your cram lesson was finally over. Today had been a shitty day for you, and you couldn't wait for it to be over.

First, you somehow didn't hear your alarm and woke up late, making you absolutely late for school that day. Even though it was your first time being tardy, the discipline master showed no mercy and sent you to detention, assigning you to write a 2 page essay on the importance of punctuality and why you shouldn't be late.

Pointless, really.

But you couldn't do anything about it, and obliged to the punishment given to you.

During lunch, you managed to bump into some idiot who was running around in the cafeteria, and he spilt his drink all over you. You were frustrated, and to make matters worse, you didn't have a spare set of uniform to change into, resulting in you having to wear the stained uniform for the rest of the day.

Bummer.

It was at this point in time where you wished your boyfriend would magically show up.

Too bad you and him don't go to the same school.

So you went along with your day, hoping that Mikey would show up later on.

For the remaining lessons you had, the teachers for some reason, picked on you to answer their questions. Irritating, it seems like everything was against you that day.

By the time your lessons were over, you were exhausted, and relieved to finally get a break. But your moment of relief was short-lived, as you still had cram school to attend.

Internally cursing at your parents for signing you up for it, you made your way to the destination, dreading the next four hours of constant revision.

Which lead you to where you were now, walking back home in comforting silence, thinking back on how the day could've been different, if it weren't for the bad luck you were somehow possessing that day.

If only you could see your boyfriend right there and then. You'd think that he'd instantly cheer you up in his own way, like he always does.

"Yo, (n/n)-chin! Over here!"

Your head instantly whipped towards the direction where the familiar voice came from, and your eyes lit up as you recognised the person.

There, in a few metres distance, stood the one and only Manjiro Sano, waving you over to where he was standing with his bike.

With a soft smile spreading across your face at the sight of Mikey, you walked over to him.

"Mikey? Why are you here??"

"To see you of course! I didn't get to see you the whole day, y'know. Do you know how torturing that was?!?"

You let out a giggle at his antics and shook your head in disbelief. You could see Mikey's gaze on you grow softer, as his eyes scanned you up and down, finally noticing the stain on your shirt.

"Woah, how did that happen??" Mikey asks, as he immediately drapes his jacket on you, trying to cover up the huge stain on your uniform.

"Some guy wasn't looking where he was going, and spilt his drink on me." You replied, face flushing at his gesture.

Mikey frowned at your words, seemingly taking in your expression seriously.

"Haah?! What guy dares to cause an inconvenience to you, my girlfriend?! I won't let him get away with this. Nuh-uh!" Mikey bellows, and your eyes widen in shock.

You had to hold him back from storming off to who knows where.

Probably thought he'd find the guy who spilt his drink on you somehow by doing so.

"Wha- Where are you even going?! You don't have to do anything! I'm fine! It was just an accident. Today's just.... a shitty day, that's all." You said, your voice trailing off as you said those last words.

Noticing the change in your tone, Mikey stopped in his tracks and turned to face you, his soft gaze lingering on you.

After a few moments of silence, you heard him sigh, and walked back to his CB250T, getting on it immediately.

"Sounds like you really had a rough day, huh? Come on, let's go for a drive, (n/n)-chin." Mikey murmurs, locking eyes with you as he flashed you his signature smile.

You blinked in surprise, before hesitantly walking over to him, and getting on the bike. You wrapped your arms loosely around him, much to his dislike. So, doing what any boyfriend would, he started driving off at full speed, causing you to tighten your arms around his waist before you get flung out of your seat behind him.

"Woah! Mikey! Slow down!"

Mikey only just chuckled in return, still driving his bike at high speed, making you groan at his stubbornness.

Within minutes, the both of you arrived at... a port?

Mikey quickly parked his bike, and helped you get off it, leading you to the far end of the place, taking a seat along the railing, where you could see the wide stretch of the sea lit up under the moonlight.

There was a moment of tranquility as you took a seat next to Mikey on the railing, watching the ships sailing slowly to and from the port.

It was relaxing in a way, making you forget about the events that happened that day.

"I always come here whenever I need a moment to myself, or if I need a place to think about stuff." Mikey finally speaks up after who knows how long.

He turns to look at you, and flashed you a warm smile.

"Now, this is our place. Call me when you need me, or when you have a shitty day, and I'll bring you here. As random as it is, this place helped you forget about everything that's happened, didn't it?"

Your eyes widened at how easily Mikey was able to read you, and you could only just nod, returning the smile. You leaned to his side, and rested your head against his shoulder.

No matter how shitty your day was, you knew Mikey was always able to find a way to cheer you up. That was what you loved about him.

"Thank you for this, 'jiro."

"Don't mention it, (n/n)."

m.list

[rosze-v]

When Mikey loves you, you wouldn't really hear much words of affirmations.

But you could see it when he would split half of his taiyaki for you, feeding you with his hand and wiping off the remnants on your lips with his soft, gentle thumb.

You would see it when he would ask Draken for a helmet, made for you. So when the both of you go out on your weekly, night ride, he would sit you up on your special seat, while he strap the helmet onto you, making sure your hair looks fine because "I spend so much time making my hair looks good!",you said, and he remembered of course. He didn't ride fast, but enough to have you embracing his chest as he subconsciously held onto your hand, giving it a little squeeze.

You would see his love when he would take out an album of him and his little family. He would then explain what happened in those pictures. Like the time where he tried to cook some Melon Bread but ended up having flour all over him, or pictures of his brother, as his lips smiled, soft with a tinge of sadness. He'll also show you the early pictures of Toman, and he would tell you glorious stories of his mates, and you could see the proud look on his face. Mikey shares his memories when he loves.

You would see it the most when he's at his lowest. Yes, Draken had been the closest to his heart but when you came? There were indeed no words when you heard the engine of his motor at night, but when you would open the door to your house, and the immediate hug from him, that was the rawest he had ever been. The shakiness of his shoulders, the silent sobs as you fell down on your knees with him in yours arms, cradling the broken pieces of him. You would stroke his hair, soothing him and he would tighten his hold, as he slowly speaks of what's bothering him.

Mikey doesn't really show his love through words but you never failed to see his love. It's true, it's pure and it's beautiful. It's intimate and raw and you would never trade it for anything. Mikey loves, and he loves hard, and no one loves more than a person who shows instead of uttering mindless words.

[mornwrites]

mikey, who has an oral fixation and sucks lightly on his partner’s fingers. it isn’t sexual, but rather a somewhat comforting thing that he does. he’s cuddling his partner and he’d been stressed all day, brows furrowed tightly together as he handled gang business. once he’s in his partner’s arms, however, he somehow finds two of his partner’s fingers in his mouth. he’s gentle with how he does it, careful not to bite down on their flesh while his body visibly relaxes and the tension leaves his face. it doesn’t take longer than a couple more minutes for him to drift off to sleep, small amounts of drool seeping from his parted lips.

[haihaihaitani]

Hi I love your work I especially really liked the manjiro them or me and bucket list which feels like a part 2 I was hoping to request a part 2 for them or me when reader decided they done playing second fiddle and leaves takes their things and leaves Manjiro a note saying they deserve better then him

Summary: Ending things is never easy but you need to do this. But you have to do this. It's for the best...

Pairing: Manjiro Sano X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angst Drabble

Word Count: 559

Warning: hurt no comfort

Masterlist

A/N 1: Thank you so much for the request! I'm sorry for how short this. But I hope you still like it! I tried my best!

A/N 2: Part Two of Them or Me. Highly recommend reading that one first.

Your heart was in your throat as you wrote the note. You didn't want to end things this way, with a note on the kitchen counter and your bags in the hall. You thought he would come home so the two of you could scream and fight for each other. But he wasn't coming home tonight. He probably wouldn't be home for another few days.

Before you made your decision, you cleaned the apartment from top to bottom. The bathroom was reorganized and the bedroom furniture was rearranged. There wasn't a single speck of dust on the many decorative baubles in the living room. Carpets were vacuumed and hardwood floors were mopped. Even the decorative china and silver he bought for special occasions that you never got to use were polished to a shine. The apartment looked like it had never been used, and it gave you a small fraction of satisfaction.

Another part of you hoped Mikey would see the impeccable cleaning as a sign that you were never there at all. You never existed to him. You were simply a figment of his imagination. And maybe, just maybe, you could pretend he never existed to you either. That you never spent hours agonizing over when he'd come back and if he would be wounded. That you didn't waste three years of your life trying desperately to get him to love you as much as you loved him. You could quite possibly convince yourself that this was for the best and that he never loved you in the first place, that you were just a passing fancy.

But deep down, in the part of you that you pushed away and tried to ignore, you knew you would never forget him. Mikey, he wasn't like the others. He wasn't forgettable. He was unforgettable. He had managed to get under your skin and make you feel alive with every kiss and every touch. And you were giving all of that up. You weren't sure you could stomach it. But you needed to try.

He made his choice.

Now it was time for you to make yours.

So, as you signed the letter with a kiss and a tear, you placed it right on the counter where he would see it. You made sure everything else was still arranged exactly as you wanted. You touched the petals on the flowers that you bought for the vase in the center of the kitchen table. You hoped that by the time he returned to the apartment, they would be dead and stink up the apartment with sickly sweet rot. Perhaps that would be another clue that you were never coming back.

When everything was done, and you could delay your departure no more, you headed for the front door. A voice compelled you to turn around and look at what you were leaving behind. Everything from the life you wanted, the life you craved so much to have with Mikey, was being forgotten at this very moment. You wanted to throw up. You wanted to cry, to scream, to lose yourself in your grief that everything you wanted was no longer yours.

But all you felt was numb.

This was how it needed to be now.

You weren't his anymore, and he wasn't yours.

Now it was his turn to finally realize that.

[todoroki-waifu]

Mikey/Manjiro x Reader

Warning: Female reader

Scenario: Drabble about chapsticks and kisses. (lol)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 589 ---------

You were hanging out with Emma and the Toman gang, enjoying the weather on your day off from school. You were looking forward to today because you got to spend time with your crush. Well, spend time with him and your other group of friends, but at least he was there. No one knew of your infatuation with 'The Invincible Mikey', too afraid of it accidentally slipping out. 

So you just admire the blonde silently. Maybe someday you'll have enough courage to confess.

"Oh, __(y/n)! I got you something." Emma reaches into her purse and hands you a neatly packaged chapstick. "I thought of you as soon as I saw the flavor."

"Thank you, Emma" You always had a lip balm on you to keep your lips moisturized. You've had too many instances of split lips from them being dry. "You're welcome! You should totally try tasting it, too. This brand is known for making tons of different flavors." You nod, following her advice as you smack your lips together a few times before bringing your tongue out to lightly graze your upper lip. "Whoa! You're right! It does taste like __(flavor)." "Hmmm? Are you eating snacks and not sharing with me?" Mikey comes up behind you, the boy becoming curious about what your conversation was with his sister. He was getting bored of his chat with Draken, Mitsuya, and Takemichi. 

"Sorry, no snacks here. We were just talking about chapsticks. Emma bought me one and it tastes pretty good!" "Oh? Can I try?" "Sure!" You hand the small lip moisturizer to him, but he gently pushes your hand away, moving close to your face. His lips terrorize yours, ignoring anyone who stared or reacted loudly, which was only Emma who shrieked excitedly. You feel his tongue slowly glide from the corner of your mouth, moving up to slowly outline your entire lips. He repeats the motion, only this time in reverse, leaving nothing unmarked. Mikey doesn't want to pull away, but he wants to see your reaction. He grins at your cute, stunned expression with a red hue lightly tinting your cheeks. You're speechless, but relieved. You're relieved that now you don't have to be the first one to confess, but you're shocked that Mikey had just kissed you! Did that really just happen? You honestly didn't believe that Mikey would ever reciprocate your feelings. You weren't prepared for this. "You..you removed all of my chapstick!" That was what you had to say? You wanted to let him know you enjoyed the kiss, but you didn't want to be awkward about it. "Oh, did I? Guess I should do something about that." Mikey grins, grabbing your lip balm as he applies it on himself. Your eye brows squish together as your head tilts to the side. 

The Toman leader swoops down to capture your lips again, making sure to massage the balm against your mouth. Once he feels like your lips are fully coated, he creates a short distance Mikey takes your hand in his, offering you a small smile. "Better?" "Ye-yeah, thanks." You avoid his stare. "Bye, everyone!" Mikey suddenly announces to the group while you feel him tug on you slightly, directing you towards his bike. Everyone waves to him, not questioning why he was leaving as they return to their own conversations. "Bye? Wait, where are we going?" You were supposed to go together as a group to try out the new restaurant that opened up last week. "We're going on a date. Now, c'mon, I wanna take my girl out." 

[mchlgayser]

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ft manjiro mikey sano

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: It was your daughter's sports day at her kindergarten, and your husband participated.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff / ✮

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠:none

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I miss writing for him! It's been a while I don't know if it's good but I hope it is. It consists fluff, fluff and fluff!!

(( my navigations ))

This Saturday morning was not as peaceful as the others. You had to wake up and six sharp to prepare a box of sandwiches for your daughter to bring to her school. You got to readies her uniform and her father's. Today was your daughter, Megami's first sports day. It was chaotic the night before because the reckless poor girl dared to forget her big day, as she said, and forgot to tell you that it's a must for the pupil's parents to bring food or snacks along.

It was past seven-ten when you woke up both of your beloved ones, Megami was a light sleeper so it was not hard to wake her up but it was the opposite for her father.

You wake him up multiple times for him to snooze back halfway.

'Manjiro, hurry up your daughter will be late for her school!' He rubs his eyes and got out, legs groggy and buckled. You give him a towel along with a toothbrush, readied with its paste 'Go! I give you ten minutes!' Then, you went back to your daughter's room to see she had just got out of the bathroom 'Where're my clothes, mama?' You get her uniform from her walk-in closet and handed it to her 'You want me to blow your hair for you?' She smiles, eyes twinkling with luminaries.

You put on her p.e uniform tucking the shirt under her tracks, and then you make her sit on her bed whilst you dry her air and comb it using her 'magic' brush.

'How do you want to style your hair today, princess?' She turns her head at you 'I want a tight one, the one that is high like a unicorn's ponytail!' You smile, feather-light kiss her temple, and did as she instructed.

You notice from the corner of your eyes, your husband leaning against the doorframe with his hand crisscrossed 'Are you ready for the big day?!' He said lifting Megami and twirling her around, she happily giggle and nods her head at her dad's question.

Manjiro was wearing a slack with a white button-up polo 'Let's go, you should hurry up too, babe.' He kisses your cheek and left downstairs with Megami still in his arm.

You went to your room and did a short half bath before you change into a pair of shorts and a short sleeve crop top printed 'rays of sunshine'.

'Mama, hurry up!' You went downstairs and straight to the kitchen to grab a large-size tumbler and stuff it inside your bag.

'Come on, let's go!' The maids had just finished wrapping up the box of sandwiches inside the car before bowing down, you thanked her and get inside to see Megami already in her seat with her backpack in her arms.

'You comfortable?' She nods, and you buckle the belt after Manjiro did the same.

The ride to her school was peaceful, Megami sit at the back with her legs bouncing as she looks outside the mirror, humming Spongebob's opening tune.

'We're here!' She cheers feeling excited 'Easy there, honey.' Manjiro assured her and went to buckle her belt for her. You three got out, Manjiro with Megami holding his hand and the other one holding her bag whilst you had both hands holding onto the sandwich container.

The school was lively, with pupils running around the front garden 'Hello Megami!' A sweet voice called out, and it was a woman in her mid-30s, with dirty brown hair and a similar uniform as Megami's 'Hello teacher!' Both you and your husband bow your head in gratitude as she did the same 'Hello Mr. and Mrs. Sano, From here on, I'll take care of Megami to get her ready for her sports application, you two can head to the counter over there and wrote your name for attendance's purpose, and please let me get the box for you. I'll sort it out at the food section.' You thanked her. Megami wave over at you and Manjiro as she skips away with her teacher.

'Hello! Can you please sign here, and here... I assume you know about the parent's sport application as well?' You and your husband shared a look. Your mind has already imagine a scenario of Megami and her mocking smile.

'Yes.' You heard your husband confess, 'I know about it. Which is why I wore the perfect outfit for it.' The receptionist looks at him up and down with a nervous laugh 'You will run track in that...Sir...?' He looks confident as ever, nodding his head.

The receptionist nods once more before you two leave for the school's backfield. The arena was full of students warming up, and parents recording them. You look around for Megami seeing her at the front row stretching with her teacher and her friends.

The girl was not doing it suitably, she was laughing with her friends. You smile at the sight 'Megami!' She turns to you, expressions brightening 'Mama! Dad!' Manjiro and you smile back at her before moving to the benchers as the emcee announced the first activities.

It was halfway through, you and your husband had been cheering nonstop for your daughter. She was running past everyone with a bright smile on her face, her eyes barely open as she giggle and past the winning's line.

You yell and clap your hand so hard it's becoming red.

'Next activity, we'll bring along the fathers for the three-legged race!' You started cheering again eyes following your husband as she was near your daughter and get the robe. Manjiro's hand was all over her head attaching it to his midriff, and her arms clutched onto his shirt.

'Ready? Get set. Go!' They began running as they murmured 'one, two' to keep balancing 'You can do it!' You clap your hand and watch them with pure adoration. His scrunching competitive face, his desire to win for his daughter, and the similar bright eye smile once they made it to the finishing line.

Although they didn't end up winning first place, you are still happy that they're happy with their hard achievements 'You did wonderful, pretty girl!' You went to high-five her and offered your husband one reassuring hug 'Let's go get the medal!' She jumps up and down running back to her teacher to get her class the medal they've earned.

You silently cheer when she lifted the medal at you and clap once more.

'You are sweating a lot.' You said bringing out a handkerchief and wiping the sweat off your husband's forehead for him, he held your hand to stop you 'It's fine, I can do it.' He lifts your chin to kiss the corner of your mouth and wipes off the sweat all over his face 'Mama! Dad!' You two crouch down on the ground to give Megami one long and warm hug 'Another medal to hang on your room, yeah?' She giddily agreed and skip away with both of her hands holding yours and Manjiro's hands.

'I want an ice cream!' She ushered you 'I don't think they've got an ice cream here, right now.' She pouts, bottom lip jutting out 'Then can we get an ice cream later?' She asks for a confirmation. Manjiro pets her head 'Yes but for now, you're going to spend some time with your buddies alright?' She hums and jog to where her friends is. You smile watching her play along with her friends.

'Our beautiful baby girl is all grown up.' You muttered, eyes never leaving hers. Manjiro wraps an arm around you giving you a soothing squeeze on your core 'Yes, all grown up but still our same sweet little girl.' You turn to him and smile.

'Mama! Dad! Come!' She takes you both to the food section and handed you plates 'Let's eat! I'm hungry!'

[shinycrybaby]

Hi Mati! I have a request :)

Could you do a tokyo rev x reader(any of the guys is fine) related to ballet? My hc is that out of all the guys mikey or rindou can do ballet (just a random one since I think those 2 are pretty flexible) Maybe some fluff with them fooling around in the studio with y/n or angst related to the dark side of ballet (eating disorders, body image issues, injuries etc)

Thanks!

TR Boys who ballet

Characters: Manjiro Sano, Haitani Rindou, Imaushi Wakasa, Inui Seishu

Genre/Tags: Fluff, A bit angsty on Rindou, Established relationship, Kinda no-gangs AU

Warnings: There might be some typos since I wrote this when I was sleepy, implied or referenced bullying on Rindou's part, (let me know if I missed something!)

A/N: I didn't actually expect to receive a request 😭 what I had in mind was something like headcanons but ig this is fine too.

Also, dear anon, I hope you don't mind. Since I'm not really that knowledgeable with ballet, I kind of just went over the general things or from what I know. I can't write or come up with something angsty for your suggestion like the body image one ajdjfjsksbc I really do hope you don't mind 🥹 and I hope you enjoy reading too!

Sano Manjiro / Mikey

He’s absolutely giving me vibes that he enrolled to a ballet class just for shits and giggles back when he was young, because you and Keisuke would tease him about being so good at the dojo that maybe he should start looking for other things to do.

But then Mikey actually took interest in it. And he actually slayed it.

You, Keisuke and Haruchiyo, along with the Sano family would watch him when he’s got recitals or performances. (Baji would cheer as if he’s watching a fight or something).

When you eventually got into a relationship with Mikey. Oh lawd. He would use his flexibility to his advantage.

You know that one meme where the person would kabedon someone but with their legs. IT’S MIKEY 😭

Mans legit would trap you in a corner with his perfect split, you don’t even know if you’d die of embarrassment or feel butterflies from it.

But when it’s serious time, he’d actually reserve a dance room for at least a few hours. He’d invite you to watch him practice, or give you a private performance that actually makes you smile at him with pride.

If you’re both in the mood for it, he’d even teach you a thing or two. Inviting you to stretch with him and then he’d be all up your personal space trying to teach you.

When you get some basics down, he’d lead you to dance with him, guiding you and then whispering to be careful with your feet because he knows how much it would hurt especially if you’re not a ballet dancer.

If you are, then it just makes things easier. It’s dance after dance with him. It’s kind of like your thing with Mikey. There’s nothing more intimate for the two of you than dancing closely to each other. Feeling each other’s movements and soul to the sound playing on the speakers

Haitani Rindou

I actually think that Rin would be the kind to do both gymnastics and ballet. (Of course, he’d still be doing some martial arts.)

We already know how flexible he is. Back then his teachers would actually be surprised, thinking he’s a natural at what he does. (He is)

Among the Haitani brothers, Rin is actually much quieter, or rather, reserved.

He’s confident, of course, but definitely quiet about it.

And since he’s quiet about some things, it took you quite some time to figure out that something was bothering your boyfriend, Rindou.

You’d soon find out his insecurities about being a male ballet dancer. All of which stemmed from his classmates at school.

Rindou would of course have fought back, but he’d promised you then to not get into any trouble, because he knows how worried you will be for him, not knowing that the situation now has made you double your worries for him, along with some anger thrown at the guys who even dared of saying bad things to him.

Your priority however will always be Rin, so after finding out about his insecurities and the stigma that he was facing at school, time with him were either spent with you reassuring him, or validating his feelings, or giving your all to make him feel loved and appreciated.

Rindou would never find out, but you and Ran had plotted and tracked down the guys who’d called him names and even dared of speaking bad about him. They learned a thing or two about ballet too.

Rindou of course started to feel light about your constant reassurance, and he was even surprised when you took some classes with him. Now there’s more time spent together with him, and he’s very happy to teach you about ballet.

He'd even use that time to impress you more. But you're already impressed with him, and absolutely in love from the very start.

Imaushi Wakasa

Another flexible boy. (We’ve all seen how this man literally turns into a fidget spinner with his perfect splits and spinning kicks wigjsjdhsjgi)

Oh, he’s proud. He doesn’t flaunt, but you’ll see it in his eyes how proud he is to be a ballet dancer.

He’d take you shopping for shoes or tights when he needs to replace the worn-out ones.

This man will legit lecture you about the best kind of shoes to wear for ballet. If you have no idea about this kind of stuff, you just give your all to listen to him, because you might pick a thing or two when picking out a gift for him in the future.

When he’s being mocked for being a male ballerina, he won’t hesitate knocking the person down their high horse. If the person doesn’t stop, he might even kick them straight to the face (with grace) — if this happens, please stop him, because we don’t want him potentially going to jail.

Like Mikey and Rindou, Waka would teach you if you’re down to learning at least some basic. He absolutely loves being close to you, so even if you don’t want to learn, he doesn’t mind. He’d instead waltz with you, because again, he loves being close to you.

And on that note, when he has to practice, either for a performance or not, he’d ask you to help him with his stretching.

When he’s got shows, he reserves tickets for you and you don’t miss one of his performances. Of course, you love every second of it, just to watch him in his element. All grace and beauty, that pride wells in your heart whenever you see him on stage.

Inui Seishu

Another beauty and grace.

Please he’s so perfect. 😭 if he rocked and slayed those heels, he wears then he'd be slaying ballet as well. I just know it.

He doesn’t care about other’s opinion with regards to his choice of hobbies. In fact, he'd rub it in their face nonchalantly that he’d achieved more than they ever could.

You, alongside Koko, would also rub it in the haters faces that Inupi is so much more better than them. In the most derogatory way that had others looking down in shame because you guys are right.

Inupi, like Mikey, uses his skills to his advantage when it comes to you. Let’s not ignore the fact that Inupi can be very cheeky if he so pleases.

Those times definitely surface when it’s just you two.

When he’s practicing or just stretching and warming up, he’ll shamelessly look at you through the mirror while you’re on the other side of the room. He’ll give you “that” look that had you melting into a puddle, all the while he’d grin lazily while doing his splits.

If ever Inupi feels some kind of insecurity with himself, you’d quickly notice from how his dancing becomes different. It’s either stiff, or there’s a distant look on his face.

When this happens, you’d ask him to take a break from dancing, and just listen to him speak all about how he feels.

These slumps usually happen when he’s got a big performance ahead of him, so in times like these, you do nothing but be there for him, until he’s ready and he’s back to his old self. All grace and beauty and that hint of cheekiness he shows around you.

[geralts-yenn]

Nina! Since you said you were going to write Mike fics until we've all fallen for him, I hope you don't mind dealing with me thinking about him 😊 So, I was wondering where Mike would take you out on a date. What do you think? 💕

Thank you for the ask, Maja. I never mind anyone talking about Mike with me 😍

So I spent my lunch break thinking about a date with Mike. What a nice surprise…

Hope you enjoy my little drabble:

Mikey x female reader (no race or body type mentioned)

Word count: 648

So, Mikey took you on a date today. After he asked you for the third time you couldn’t tell him no anymore. It wasn’t like you didn’t think he was hot, like you didn’t like him, that made you reject him the first two times. It was more like you feared that you would like him a lot more than you should. But when he looked at you with his puppy eyes you knew you had to give him a chance. You were trained in being heart broken, another time wouldn’t do more harm, right?

When he showed up at your porch you were surprised. He held a single burgundy rose out to you. You hadn’t taken him for a guy gifting flowers, but you liked it and thanked him with a warm smile. “So where are we going?” you asked him after you put the flower into a vase. He gave you a quizzical look “Movies? I thought about taking you to an escape room, but I wasn’t sure if you would have liked that.” You took your purse and stepped out of your door. “Movies is fine. Escape room would have been good either. I like stuff like that.” Mike’s grin got wider. “So this it will be for the second date.” Your heart skipped a beat when you heard him already planning a second date. Maybe he was more serious with you, after all.

With a raised eyebrow you looked at the screen that showed the movie title. “Bloody Clowns of Hell? How romantic!” you remarked, laughing. Mike just shrugged, giving you a crooked smirk. As you suspected the film was a gory slasher, but it was entertaining. And you didn’t mind the opportunity to get closer to Mike with every jump scare. After half an hour he had his arm around your shoulder, and you didn’t think a lot about the movie after that. You just inhaled his aftershave and enjoyed the warmth he radiated.

After the film, Mike went with you to his favorite pub. It was crowded and with all the people talking and the rock music playing, Mike was constantly leaning over to you, his lips only inches from your ear. He was talking about the movie, about college, about music. You had to admit, you really liked being with him. It was easy to talk with him, you felt comfortable. Even when you found his eyes drop from your face to the cleavage of your shirt from time to time, you couldn’t help but smile. “Another beer?” he asked you when you finished your bottle. You shook your head. “I think I want to go home. It’s been getting late.”

So, Mike drove you back to your house. After looking over to you a few times he finally put his hand on your thigh. You smiled and put yours on top. Your fingers entwined. Mike was unusually quiet, and you took this as an opportunity to watch him. He was so handsome, it almost hurt.

He got out with you and when you were at your door you turned to him. “I really enjoyed that evening with you, Mike,” you told him. Mike gave you his sweetest smile and cupped your cheek with his hand. “So would it be okay to kiss you?” Instead of an answer you shut your eyes and closed the distance between you.

As you expected the kiss was nothing gentle or subtle. It was hot and rough and sloppy. And it made you tremble and left you panting when he finally let you go. “Good night, sweetcheeks!” He gave you another small peck. “I hoped the movie would scare you enough so you wouldn’t want to sleep alone…” He gave you a mischievous grin. You laughed. “Well, better choose a horror escape room for next time.” You winked at him and his eyes got wide.

[n0vad]

it’s not often you see how cruel bonten!mikey is towards his subordinates, he tries to keep you away from that side of his life, but sometimes you overhear a phone call or stumble across some of his paperwork. it confuses you how different he is while at work than when he’s around you. bonten!mikey is soft and caring, and often holds you like you’re fragile porcelain that could break at any moment. he enjoys cuddling up on the couch with you after a long day at work, his arms locked around your waist and his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck. most nights, you’ll fall asleep together like that, only to wake up in bed in the morning without him there. you know he works to give you a good life, but it doesn’t hurt any less when you wake up and his side of the bed is cold.

[tojisbbg]

♥ 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♥

❝there's nothing you could do or say, i can't escape the way i love you. i don't want to, but i love you❞

♡ manjiro sano ♡

a/n: back at it again with the sad mikey shit :p

content: bonten arc!mikey x timeleaper!reader (y/n), angsty (lol as usual), hurt with comfort (yay!), mentions of suicide and suicidal talk, enemies to lovers (?), mikey just needs some love bruh, not edited as always. 

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“what the actual fuck is wrong with you?!” you screamed in fury, drenched in blood that was mostly not yours. you walked inside the living room of the very expensive penthouse you resided in along with eight other men. you saw the silver haired male sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine in his hand, unhinged from your loud outburst. 

“you’re staining the carpet.” mikey brashly commented, watching the blood drip down your body and form puddles on the floor and getting on the carpet. this only made your blood boil even more, you were trying to have a serious conversation with him about how your whole team just got annihilated and he cares about the damn carpet??

“i called you at least fifty times to give me backup, there was a fucking bomb explosion you shit for brains! everyone is dead and i would’ve been dead too if i didn’t go out for my smoke break.” your voice trembled, tears welling in your eyes that threatened to spill in front of the emotionless man in front of you. the sight from earlier was horrific, screams from people you worked with being heard, blood and guts flying everywhere. 

it was something you’d see in a horror film. 

“tough luck for them. go take a shower and clean your mess up.” he ordered, gulping down the red wine in the glass in one go before heading towards the grand staircase. 

“do you- are you not at least feel a little bit of remorse? they died because the people they counted on let them down. they’re dead for fuck's sake, manjiro!” you bellowed at his back, quickly wiping away the tears that accidentally slipped out. mikey turned around, giving you a bitter smirk as he inched closer to you, making you take a few steps back. 

“should i go there? use my magic powers to bring them back to life? should i, y/n?” mikey sarcastically asked, mockingly batting his eyes. 

“that’s not wh-”

“then what the fuck do you want me to do, huh?!” this time, he was the one screaming in your face, a vein popping in his neck. your eyes widened, throat becoming dry as this was the first time that he raised his voice at you. 

both you and mikey disliked each other, never once getting along with each other. for starters, you hated him for how he disregarded izana’s death, treating your best friend’s name as some kind of taboo thing to be said around the house. not to mention that he stole izana’s whole look, making your hatred even worse towards him as you couldn’t help but mistaken mikey for izana at times. 

you, too, died on the day izana was shot. however, it wasn’t on the scene, as kisaki and hanma took you down before you could even reach the place. next thing you know, you’re ten years into the future in some abandoned alleyway. 

after figuring out your situation, you did some digging and research to find kakucho. you later did, as the wanted posters plastered all over the city gave it away. kakucho was ecstatic to see his old friend once again and begged mikey to have you join bonten. at first, the short little smurf strictly declined, not wanting to add in another member of tenjiku inside bonten. 

to be fair, you didn’t wanna join bonten either. you were tired of living as delinquent and jumping from gang to gang. you wanted to live a simple life, in a small apartment, work a nine to five job and have a cat. 

but things didn’t go as you planned. 

“they had families too. parents, wives and kids. those people deserve to know what happened to their loved one because of you.” you tried to reason. 

“i’ll have koko send out a message to their families.” mikey bluntly answered, making your jaw drop from how absurd he could get. 

“a message? you think that the life of their loved one, who’s now gone, is worth just a message?” you questioned, shocked and refusing to believe that what your ears were hearing was a lie. 

“look, i don’t have time for this shit. if you wanna have a sappy little group therapy session or something for them, then do it on your own time as you please. i’m leaving.” mikey harshly spoke, his voice laced with agitation.

“what if it was sanzu? ran, rindou, koko or even kakucho. what if i was in there, mikey?” you spoke, but your words came out as a whisper, yet it rang loud in mikey’s ear. 

“as i said, tough luck.” he spat out before turning his heels, walking away to his room. 

“you fucking piece of shit! yeah, go crawl into your little hell-hole like you always do.” you bitterly said, yet none of the words faltered him as he continued to take the steps upstairs. 

“y/n?” you heard the familiar worried voice behind you, turning around to be met with the scarred man who had the haitani brothers trailing behind him. you broke down into tears, stepping a little back to make sure that he doesn’t touch you and get blood all over him. 

“what’s wrong, are you hurt? you’re covered in blood! let me see, y/n.” kakucho sternly said, walking closer to you. 

“no, your clothes will get ruined.” you sniffled, making him scoff as he pulled you into his chest, the warmth of his body comforting your conflicting feelings. 

“it’s okay, y/n. everything will be okay.” gentle fingers stroked your back soothingly, as you drenched kakucho’s suit with blood and tears. 

“they’re all dead! it’s all because of me and that stupid little shit. i couldn’t save them, kaku.” you choked on your tears, shoving your face deeper into his chest. kakucho let out a heavy sigh, hugging you tightly. 

“you did everything that you could, y/n. you know it, i know it, the whole world knows that. stop blaming yourself.” he calmly responded, but you shook your head in denial. 

“no, if mikey sent backup, they would’ve been alive now.” your hand clutched onto his button-up, feeling your knees growing weak. 

“you know we can’t go over the boss’ orders, y/n.” kakucho gave you a sad smile as you peered above, the pads of his thumbs wiping away your tears. 

“i hate mikey.” 

“come on, let’s go get you cleaned up.”

---

it’s been about a week since the incident, kakucho ordered you to take a small break to recover and get your mental state back in check. over the course of week, the executives were pretty busy and were rarely seen at home, sometimes too tired to even make it back home and they ended up sleeping at headquarters. 

strangely enough, after that whole argument you had with mikey, you haven’t crossed paths with him this entire week. to which you didn’t complain, it’s not like you wanted to see him either. 

“you guys heading out early again?” you chewed on one of the waffles kakucho prepared for everyone, hearing him hum in response. 

“yup, the haitani’s haven’t been home for like a week and i don’t think they could come back until next week. koko’s been buried under paperwork too, but i forced him to go sleep at home last night. he should be heading out an hour or so after me though.” kakucho explained, making you groan in annoyance. 

“that means it’s me and this huge empty house once again. it’s so boring!” you whined, making him chuckle as he squished your cheeks. 

“you got mikey.” he answered, which wasn’t wrong, but it’s not like you both liked each other. 

“are you kidding? him being home and not is the same thing. hey, how about i come to work and help you guys out. you know, so that we all can finish early and come home sooner and be happy! teamwork makes the dreamwork you know.” you gave kakucho the best puppy eyes you had, only to be flicked on the forehead as you winced in pain. 

“nice try, but no. stay home and rest up, also, check up on mikey. i know you don’t like him, but he’s going through a lot right now. you know that today’s izana’s death anniversary, right?” kakucho softly spoke, making you quiet down as you nodded. 

“of course i know, i’ve been trying to forget it though. it still makes me sad, you know?” you let out a heavy sigh. 

“mikey’s younger sister, emma, died on the same day as izana. his older brother’s death anniversary was last week as well. mikey needs someone, y/n. we tried to warm him up, but every year, he pushes us away. it’s your turn.” kakucho gave your a small smile, watching you in concern at the same time as you tried to process this new information he just spewed out at you. 

“how is he still alive? after losing so many people like that, i would’ve killed myself.  i mean, in all honesty, i was in a really dark place after izana died. i don’t think i’d even be here without you, kaku.” you said, an overwhelming feeling of sadness coming over you from hearing that about mikey. 

no wonder why he’s so cold, sad, mad and lonely all the time. he’s still coping, even after all these years. 

“he’s going through that now, so be his kakucho. i’m running late, so i’ll head out soon. i’ll message you later.” he ruffled your hair before untying his apron and heading up to his room. 

soon after kakucho left, you decided to hang around the living room area and watch some tv. koko woke up soon and ate brunch, to which you accompanied him as you both gossiped together, giggling like a bunch of sassy teenagers. you bid the long silver haired male goodbye, locking the door behind you as you glanced at your phone. 

it was almost three in the afternoon and there was pretty much no leftover that were left in the fridge. you decided to make lunch since there was still you and mikey in the house, you assumed that the others would just be eating out or getting takeout. 

you cooked a quick meal of rice and curry, plating a dish for yourself as you sat down and ate alone. the silence inside the house was deafening, and you couldn’t help but reminisce the moment you spent in tenjiku. it was always a loud house, full of pranks which you devised with the haitani and your poor victims would always be kakucho and shion. 

sometimes it would be izana, but that was only for you though. 

you held a special place in izana’s heart, no one understood him better than you. you didn’t mind serving him and you were ready to go to the very end for him, but now he’s gone. which is why it almost felt as if you no longer had a purpose to live or keep on going. 

you washed your plate after clearing it up in no time, deciding that you should bring up some food for mikey. you were growing a little worried on if he was even alive or not. he never stepped out of his room unless he needed to go to the bathroom or occasionally came down to eat when no one was there.

you knocked on his door a couple of times, but there was no answer. you scoffed, getting annoyed as the hot plate from the steaming food burned your hand. 

“i’m coming in, asshole.” you said loudly, twisting the door nob, only to be met with darkness. you’ve never been inside of mikey’s room before, the familiar scent of his soft vanilla fragrance meeting your senses. 

“jesus, are you a vampire or something?” you joked, switching the lights on, your eyes examining how his room was neat and tidy. you saw him sitting on the edge of his bed, facing the window as his back was towards you. 

“mikey?” you called out, yet he never responded. you furrowed your eyebrows, setting the plate of food down on the dressing table. you walked to him, tapping his shoulder yet he didn’t budge. 

“mi-”

his head turned around and you almost let out a scream from horror. mikey’s face was as pale as a ghost, lips chapped as his eyes were red and puffy, streaks of dried tears on his cheeks as dark eyebags formed under his eyes. you saw pictures in his hands and you recognized that one of them was izana’s while the other photo contained a tall man with black hair and a blonde little girl. 

“get out.” mikey lowly whispered, eyes full nothing but despair. 

“mikey, you’re not okay. just talk to me, i’ll listen, i promise.” you begged him, your heart shattering to pieces as you’ve never seen him in such a terrible condition before. 

“please, get out, y/n.” your name rolling off his tongue sent chills over your body, you wanted to break down in tears in front of him. respecting his request, you quietly left, shutting his door. 

you went to your room, silent tears streaming down your face as the image of mikey’s condition was engraved inside your mind. you felt sick, like the lunch you ate an hour ago was about to come back up your throat. 

you decided to take a short nap, hoping that perhaps it would clear your mind. 

---

a loud strike of thunder startled you, making your eyes shoot open as you breathed heavily. your room was lighted by the dim light coming from your lamp. you glanced at the clock and saw that it was only five in the afternoon. 

you got off your bed, slipping on your slippers as you let out a yawn. feeling thirsty, you headed towards the kitchen. as you walked past mikey’s room, you noticed that the door was slightly opened and there was a cold breeze coming through, sending shivers down your spine. 

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, clearly remembering that you closed the door of his room before you left. you walked towards his door, eyes peaking inside and you saw the man nowhere inside his room. 

inviting yourself into his room, you walked inside and noticed that the sliding glass doors to his balcony was opened. you walked closer and you saw him sitting dangerously on the rails, making your heartbeat increase. 

“mikey!” you yelled as you rushed inside, watching the man turn his head to look at you, dull eyes piercing your soul before giving you a small sad smile. he pushed himself off, making your eyes go wide. 

“NO!” you screamed in panic, quickly leaning over the edge and grabbing his hand. mikey gasped, now hanging in the air from the tall penthouse nearly twenty stories high. 

“why are you doing this, mikey?! have you gone insane??” you grunted, trying to keep your grip on him as tight as possible as your hands became slippery from the rain. 

“just let me die, already. i want to have some peace for once in my life, not go through anyone’s death or cause it, i want to be free. please, let me go, y/n.” mikey begged, his face drenched with water, the wind blowing against his hair. 

“i won’t let you go, mikey. i need you to be here! i want to see that stupid little face of yours everyday i wake up for my morning coffee, or when you hog the tv remote. i’ll save you, no matter what! i’ll keep coming back to you in any shape or form to save you.” you cried, your tears falling on his face as you saw his own eyes swelling. 

“save me, y/n.” he croaked, tears pooling in his eyes before falling down his face. suddenly, you felt your hands loosing grip, making you yelp. 

“mikey!” you bellowed, watching him slip and falling. 

---

“NO!” you rose from your bed, heart beating erratically as you felt like you just ran a marathon. cold sweat drizzled down the sides of your head, the familiar sound of thunder making your heart drop. 

you scrambled out of your bed, running towards mikey’s room, ditching the idea of knocking as you barged inside. you were relieved to his windows closed and the balcony door shut, as the man was tucked away in his bed, fast asleep. 

you softly closed the door, letting out a breath of relief. you glanced at the clock and saw that it was well past midnight. you tried to piece together exactly what the fuck you just dreamed of. 

you heard shuffling sounds coming from downstairs, peaking from the stairs to see kakucho sweeping the floor. your lips curled upwards, heading down as quietly as possible, wanting to surprise the zoned out man. 

“boo!” you giggled, closing your palms on his eyes, startling him. 

“you little shit.” kakucho breathed out, chuckling afterwards as he pinched your cheek.

“thought you weren’t gonna be home anytime soon.” you cocked an eyebrow, sitting on the sofa while watching him settle the broom down before taking the empty spot next you. 

“yeah, well, i had a bad feeling for some reason and decided to come home.” he shrugged, and for some reason your throat felt dry. 

could this all be a sign that something terrible was initially supposed to happen today? everything seemed off. 

“it’s so strange. i actually woke up from a bad dream just now.” you let out a shaky sigh, leaning back and sinking in the sofa. 

“what did you see?” kakucho asked, intrigued to hear about your dream. 

“i saw mikey trying to kill himself by jumping off from his balcony. i swear, it felt so real.” you said, voice wavering in fear and anxiety as the scenes kept replaying in your mind. kakucho gave you a concerned look, taking a hold of your hand. 

“did you check up on him after waking up? is he still alive?” he asked in panic, and you quickly assured him that mikey was fine, to which he finally relaxed. 

“i can’t tell if what i saw was a vision or not. i’m so scared, kaku. what if-” you paused, trying to recollect your thoughts. 

“what if something like that actually happens and i couldn’t have prevented it even after knowing.” your eyes glossed with tears, making kakucho’s heart swell with ache. 

“nothing like that will happen, y/n. we’ll make sure mikey is okay.” the scarred man assured you, pulling you into his embrace as he stroked your hair. 

“did you go to see izana?” he asked. 

“yeah, i gave him his annualy nagging for dying before me. that stupid jerk.” you mumbled, making kakucho chortle. 

“still mad at him, huh?” kakucho smiled, seeing your eyes glimmer. 

“yeah, i miss him.” you said with a sad smile, feeling kakucho’s breath hitch. 

“yeah, me too.” he replied. 

---

the next few days the house was embraced with a familiar silence, the executives on a very important mission to europe came up. this left you and mikey alone once again. you were getting bored of watching the same old shows and movies. 

you decided that you had enough of this cycle of hate and awkwardness, storming upstairs as you barged inside of mikey’s room. you found the man busy on his laptop as he casually laid on his bed, not even bothering to look at the door. 

“don’t you know how to knock.” mikey snickered, eyes still not shifting from his screen. 

“get up.” you demanded, standing at his door with your arms crossed over your chest. 

“and who are you to order me around? as far as i remember, i am your boss.” he gave you a small smirk, getting under your skin. 

“yeah, well it would’ve mattered to me if i actually gave a shit. so, stop being a stubborn asshole.” you scoffed, walking to his bed before harshly grabbing his hand, dragging him off his spot. 

mikey yelped, quickly sliding his laptop off of his lap as he was forced to stand up. you dragged him downstairs as he looked at you with utter confusion. 

“where the hell are you taking me? let me go, y/n.” mikey protested, trying to loosen himself from your grip, but you tightened your hold on his hand instead. 

“somewhere that’s outside of your room and this house. you and i both need some air.” you shortly answered, shoving him out the main door as you locked it behind you. you saw him watch you with an unamused facial expression, not moving from his spot. 

“what? you want me to carry you outside too?” you taunted, making him roll his eyes. 

“you’re seriously annoying.” he grumbled, turning around as he walked towards the elevator. 

you remembered that sanzu told you a couple of days ago how there would be a carnival that would be held near the beach today. you decided that this would be a perfect opportunity to lighten mikey’s mind and hopefully bring you both closer. 

maybe not as friends, but hopefully mutuals. 

the walk there was quiet, but it was short. the colorful lights beamed, screams of people of all ages being heard from all corners. 

it delighted your to know that finally you were able to hear screams of joy and not of pain or agony. 

“it’s so loud.” mikey mumbled under his breath, following you as you both walked through the entrance. you saw the little kids riding the merry-go-round, seeing their smiles and laughs lifted your soul. 

maybe there is some good in this world. 

“don’t you wish you could be a kid again?” you sighed, sitting next to mikey on the bench he was resting on. 

“not really.” he answered, eyes strictly focused on his hands. 

“mikey, look in front of you.” you said, but he didn’t budge. you scoffed, grabbing his face and forced him to look. 

“don’t you see? there’s more to life than just being coped up in grief, sadness and loneliness. look at those teenagers on that rollercoaster, they look so happy and free. yet, there hearts might hold some tragedy.” you explained, giving him a small smile as his mouth fell agape. 

“i don’t understand.” mikey spoke, yet his words came out like a low whisper. 

“that girl with the blue hair might’ve lost her mom earlier this year, that boy might be recovering from childhood trauma from a neglectful family, and that other girl might be dealing with a family divorce. we’ll never know because even they are trying to move past those things. life is too short, we don’t know who’ll die next or not.” you placed your hand on his, feeling him flinch a little under your touch, his gaze shifting to your face. 

his hands felt cold and clammy, slightly shaking. mikey couldn’t register this feeling in his chest, it felt like he was being suffocated. 

“you think i don’t want to? i just can’t stop, it’s like my mind doesn’t have a pause or delete button.” he admitted, not wanting you to let go of his hand. 

“then let me help you.” you gave him a mischievous grin, making his brows furrow. 

“huh?” he asked in confusion, before letting out a yelp as you pulled him out of his seat. you both ran towards the big rollercoaster that you saw the group of teens riding on earlier. 

“hope you’re not scared of heights, sano.” you teased, making him scoff. 

“of course i’m not, i kill people for a living you know? a little height doesn’t scare me.” mikey defended, making you giggle as he sounded like a little kid trying to prove himself otherwise. 

“whatever you say so mr. tough guy.” you mocked, trying to egg him further. the workers there led you and mikey to a cart for two, strapping you both tightly in. 

“alright everyone! th-”

“excuse me, could you just check our straps again? this feels a little too loose.” mikey interrupted, as someone walked forwards and tugged on the straps. 

“sir, you both are all set to go.” the lady smiled, making mikey give her a nervous one back. 

“you could always hold my hand if you’re scared, you know.” you whispered to him with the ulterior move of mocking him. 

“shut up, i’m just making sure that we both don’t have our dead bodies delivered to the penthouse by the end of the night.” mikey quickly said, looking away from your eyes as he glared at the employee for making him look stupid. 

“alright everyone, the ride will start in five seconds! hold tight and enjoy the ride!!” the employee announced, making everyone squeal with excitement. 

the rollercoaster began to climb higher and higher, until the people below you looked like tiny dolls walking around. your heart rate increased, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you approached the peak. 

“fuck, i didn’t realize it was this high.” you heard mikey breath out, turning your head to see him with his eyes screwed shut. you grabbed his hand, holding him tightly as he opened his eyes, looking at you. 

“i got you, sano.” you smiled, before the ride dropped with an incredible decceleration. both you and mikey screamed, watching the white haired male’s screams eventually turn into laughs. 

his smile was precious, so beautiful if you would add. you saw how his hair flew in every direction as the ride threw you both in loops and turns. yet, he never stopped smiling, his fingers interlocked with yours. 

“holy shit, that was insane.” mikey’s eyes glimmered, full of light as he carded his hands through his messy hair. 

“i know right, can’t believe the invincible mikey is afraid of rollercoasters.” you joked, making him throw a glare at you. 

“tell anyone and i’ll kill you.” he lazily threatened, before his eyes landed on the bumper cars. 

“let’s go on that!” mikey outbursted, grabbing a hold of you as he dragged you to the bumper cars. 

mikey and you sat in different cars, and because he’s a little shit, he chased you to bump into you. the whole time if was you screaming in panic as he got close to you, followed by fits of giggled from both of you as soon as you would collide. 

“see, i’m such a pro.” he sassily commented, making you roll your eyes. 

“i want funnel cake.” you pointed at the stand that sold the sugary treat, making mikey tilt his head in confusion. 

“the hell is that?” he questioned, making you gasp.

“you never had funnel cake?!” you said in disbelief, and to your horror, he shook his head. 

you and both rushed over to the stand, ordering one as you thanked the man. you took a piece and placed it in your mouth, humming in bliss as the taste of powder sugar and deep fried batter welcomed your taste buds. 

“open.” you held a piece in front of his mouth, to which he accepted your offer, taken aback from the taste. 

“that’s pretty good.” mikey said, taking a few more. 

you both continued to navigate your way through the carnival as time passed, the sun beginning to set. mikey played a few of their games, winning a huge ass bear as you jumped in excitement. 

“your girlfriend must be very happy.” the worker chortled as he handed mikey the big stuffed animal. 

“oh, we’re n-”

“here.” mikey cut you off, placing the stuffed bear in your arms before stealing the plate of funnel cake, walking ahead. the worker looked at you with a smile to which you reciprocated one. 

“it’s getting pretty late, we should head back.” mikey cleared his throat, averting his gaze from yours. 

“let’s ride the ferris wheel before we go, it’s on the way to the exit.” you suggested and he hummed in agreement. 

you both reached the ride, giving your last ticket to the employee before the door to a cart was opened. you sat down with the stuffed bear in your lap as mikey took the seat in front of you. 

“enjoy the ride! our fireworks will begin shortly.” the worker said before starting the wheel. 

“it’s my first time in years coming to the carnival.” you said with dreamy eyes as you peered out, seeing that you both were slowly going up. 

“yeah.” he bluntly replied, not being able to take his eyes off of you. mikey never realized how beautiful you were, how your eyes would sparkle with adoration for those whom you cared about yet it held so much depth. 

“you still mad at me?” mikey asked, making you look at him with a questioning look. 

“for?” you asked. 

“you know, the other day where the mission got fucked over.” mikey said with a soft tone. 

“yeah, i was really mad. i wanted to punch you in the face so bad, but, i got over it.” you assured him, giving him a warm smile. 

“i said a lot of stupid shit and was a real big asshole. i’m sorry for that.” he apologized, his voice sincere and warm. 

“it’s okay, it’s in the past now.” you said, playing with the fur on the bear. you saw him sigh in relief, becoming more relaxed from your answer. 

“that week was just hard to get through. it felt like it would’ve never ended.” mikey spoke, gazing out the window as he watched the people outside. 

“i know, mikey. which is why i need you to know that you’re not alone. you could always talk to me, i’ll be your person.” his eyes softened from your words, throat burning as his eyes began to sting. 

“i watched every one of them die in front of me, and i couldn’t do anything. this wasn’t supposed to be the life i planned to live. shinichiro was supposed to have his bike store established, emma getting married to ken-chin, and izana-” mikey choked out, your breath hitching as the name of your dead best friend rolled off his tongue. 

“i’m sorry.” mikey quickly blurted out, watching your eyes become glossy. 

“i know how it feels to feel hopeless, lonely and consumed. that’s how i ended up in bonten. after losing my parents, i needed a purpose to live, to which izana gave me in tenjiku. after he died, it felt as if my life no longer mattered. he was my best friend, my person.” tears streamed down your face, as mikey’s fingers gently wiped them away. 

“but, i know he wouldn’t want to see me like this. you have to live for those whom you’ve lost. your sibling wouldn’t want to see you lead a miserable path. i found my purpose and you need to as well.” you took his face in the palms of your hands, stroking his cheek as you looked at him adoringly. 

“my purpose is you and my loyalty to bonten. this is the life i want to live in, hearing you nag at me all the time. i want to wake up every morning to the smell of kakucho’s breakfast, go on batshit crazy trips with the haitani’s and haru, get spoiled by koko and the list goes on forever.” you honestly spoke, watching how his eyes softened, never realizing how much the guys meant to you. 

“but how? tomorrow isn’t promised to us, how could you live a life in constant fear?” mikey asked with a shaky breath, making you sigh. 

“you’re right, but you have to realize that fear will shadow you in everything that you’d ever do. this ferris wheel could suddenly break and kill everyone on it, including us. you just have to take the risk.” you reasoned, making him hum in agreement. 

“i guess.” mikey mumbled, giving you a smile that warmed your heart. 

“i’ll help you find your purpose, let me be your person, mikey.” suddenly, the fireworks went off, and the tension within the cart felt like a magnetic field. you didn’t realize when your face was a few inches away from mikey’s. 

you could feel his breath close to your face, eyes falling on his lips as you couldn’t hold back anymore. you placed a hand on the back of his head, pulling him into you as you felt his soft lips on yours. 

the taste of the sweet funnel cake resided on his lips, making you deepen the kiss. mikey’s hands found home on your waist, indulging in your touch that fogged up his senses. 

your whole body felt feverish as mikey’s hot touch sent your body on fire. the white haired male’s face was warm and red, your lips never stopping any movement as you both continued to kiss desperately.

you both pulled away, breathless as the fireworks show continued. 

---

the next few weeks following that little date you and mikey had, you both hadn’t spoken a word to each other. every interaction with him was painfully awkward as you would often bump into him which would result in a very silent two second eye contact before you both scurried off. 

yet, you both still showed affection to each other through silent actions that didn’t require complete confrontation. 

you would cook meals often since the other guys were rarely home, once again leaving you and mikey together alone. you would make sure to plate food for mikey and place it in the fridge so that he’d warm it up later and eat it. 

in return, mikey would place a new dessert in the fridge for you to try from his favorite bakery that he went to every day for his daily taiyaki.  

today for some odd reason, mikey hadn’t touched his breakfast or lunch as the food remained untouched in the fridge. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, going up to his room as you knocked a few times. 

“mikey? i’m coming in.” you alerted him beforehand, opening the door, only to step into an empty room. you snooped around for a little, trying to see if he left a note or anything but nothing was found. 

as if on cue, your phone buzzed in your pocket. 

mikey: thank you for everything, y/n. please take care of bonten for me.

your eyes kept reading the words over and over again because it seemed as if they were dancing around. you mind couldn’t process what you read, panic rising inside you.

you called him about twenty times, yet it would go to his voicemail. you cursed under your breath, feeling helpless. even if you were to call one of your friends, it wouldn’t be any help because they were scattered in different cities around japan right now. 

you tried to think of places that he might be in, but your mind was blank. 

well, there was one place but the chances of him being there was very slim. yet, you silently prayed to whatever god there was up there that mikey would be there. 

you arrived by the amusement park, shivering as the bipolar weather promised that it would snow soon. you walked further in as you were now on the boardwalk right above the beach. you went down the wooden stairs, stepping onto the soft sand. 

you looked at all directions to find mikey, yet your efforts were fruitless. 

it was too late. 

tears welled in your eyes, your heart clenching in pain as you felt your whole work come crashing down. the beach was empty, it was only you who was there. 

suddenly, through your blurry vision, you made out a figure with silver hair walking towards the waves in the distance. without any hesitation, you picked up your feet and bolted. 

it had to be him, it just had to.

you nearly tripped, but as of right now, you didn’t care about anything. 

you quickly wrapped your arms around him, stopping him from walking further in to be consumed by the waves. 

“please, don’t do it, mikey. please, i beg you, i’m here now.” you sobbed on his back, feeling him becoming stiff. 

“y/n?” mikey gasped, not believing that it was actually you. 

“i won’t let you die, mikey. you can’t leave me!” you cried, feeling him turn around to face you. 

“how did you find me?” he asked, still in shock at how accurately you knew him. 

“my heart led me here.” you answered, looking up at him with glossy eyes. his face was pale, lips slightly chapped, cheeks rosy from the cold. 

“y/n..” mikey whispered, stroking your wet cheek as you cried harder. he bit his tongue, trying to prevent himself from crumbling at the sight of your tears.

“no, please, just don’t say anything.” you placed a finger on his lips, hushing him as you silently sobbed, your heart aching. 

“i tried, y/n. i tried so hard to not fall apart, but i can’t. i think i’m beyond saving at this point.” his voice cracked, making you shake your head in denial. 

“i’ll pick up your pieces and put you together. i’ll save you, mikey.” you promised, holding him close to your chest, afraid of loosening your grip on him in fear of losing him. 

“how do i stop letting this guilt eat me alive? i killed my siblings, i run a criminal organization and all of this is just proof that i have no purpose in life to continue.” mikey responded nonchalantly, voice dry as ever and sharp, lacking taste. 

“you need to forgive yourself, though your siblings’ death wasn’t you fault. let me be your purpose, mikey.” you looked at him with hopeful eyes, watching a  tint of pink dust over his cheeks even more aggressively than the cold. 

“huh?” he blinked in confusion and you offered him a shy smile. 

“wake up every morning for me, live your life to the fullest for your siblings, and work on becoming the best version of yourself. you still have many, many, and so many years ahead of you in life. you can’t give up now, i won’t let you. i need you to spend those years with me.” you spoke with glimmering eyes, the sunset kissing your face as you looked at the man in front of you. 

“you..” mikey breathed out, not being able to find the right words to form a sentence. without thinking twice, he cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss. 

you smiled against his lips, having your answer. 

“even if i fall apart in this darkness, i want you in my arms forever. i love you, y/n.” mikey peppered small kisses all over your face, making you giggle. 

“i love you too, ‘jiro.” you responded, leaning in his touch. 

you knew that you couldn’t escape from the way you loved him. 

[catfuyus]

"You're not any worse than me," he looks at you with a sympathetic shrug. There's a bit of pain behind his dark eyes, but no more than the usual amount.

You mutter under your breath, "I don't know." Your knuckles are sore from how much you've been wringing them today. Pulling your fingers tightly and squeezing the pops out of them. "You're more likable than me."

He snorts, the sound makes you jump for a second and you lock eyes with his. "I like you way more than you like me."

You glare at him, picking up the crumpled gum wrapper and tossing it at him. "Wrong again."

He flicks the little ball back at you, the wrapper bouncing off your cheek. "You're too hard on yourself, kid. No one talks shit about you the way you do yourself."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," he sighs as he leans back across the edge of the side walk, leaning far enough back that his hair sprawls out on the grass. He looks comfortable like that, with his arms behind his head and his usual grey hoodie on. Like a street cat napping in a parking lot. "You're better than you think are. Kinder, smarter. You've got a great sense of humor too. Sure, you can be misguided and bit stubborn at times," his eyes meet yours with a smirk, "but I wouldn't change you for the whole world."

You frown down at him as you find yourself laying on the sidewalk beside him, weight on one hip as you bring your face closer to his. "Would you throw away your happy ending just to save my life?"

He looks at your very seriously then, keeping your eyes trapped with his. "Always. No matter how many tries it took."

"That's very selfish of you, Mikey." You say with a smirk, a hand reaching out to straighten the strings of his hoodie. "After all that effort your friends put in to save you."

"I don't care," he says with that carefree smile and airy tone, looking up at the large sky as the clouds pass overhead. "I know I'd go back to save you, and they're just gonna have to live with it."

You let out a little chuckle at his brazenness. Mikey would be like that. Headstrong and reckless.

"See?" He smiles as he locks eyes with you again. "I told you I was worse."

And the smile that spreads across your face is warm and soothing. It's a genuine feeling. Of being cared for. Of being cherished. Of knowing that, vices and all, Manjiro Sano cared for you above all else.

[baskeigh-ball]

posting some mind swap doodles to prove im still alive, so have a few headcanons :D

- Leo in Mikey's body is pure chaos, he has no boundaries when it comes to modifications to "his" body in order to feel more comfortable in his own skin. For example, he gave himself his old markings to cover up Mikey's spots (only around the eyes tho, the arm and leg markings would take way more time.) He loves using Mikey's mystic powers/weapons at first, but eventually feels too weird about it and switches to his own weapons/gear to cope

- Mikey reins him in whenever he gets a little too confident in using his mystic powers though. Mikey is always hovering nearby to make sure Leo doesn't decide to go overboard, fully aware of Leo's lack of awareness when it comes to his physical limits, let alone when he's in someone else's body

- Raph is on the opposite side of the spectrum as far as modifications go, only willing to give Donnie his tech back and wear arm wraps to feel more like himself.

- The only tech he has to keep is the battle shell, especially after realizing just how fragile Donnie's body really is. He becomes refuses to take it off for days at a time, and when he does finally take it off, he's extremely paranoid and puts himself in the safest spot possible: his own room, bundled up in pillows and blankets.

- He also is woefully ignorant in how the battle shell is operated, so it goes haywire pretty often in the beginning. Donnie has to be nearby and ready to be damage control for a long time before Raph becomes confident enough to operate the battle shell's most basic functions.

[mornwrites]

due to the sanrio x tokyo revengers collab, mikey is now into sanrio. it's because of emma, naturally, as he would have had no clue it even existed otherwise. my melody is his favorite character and he 100% has a matching my melody keychain with emma. on top of that, he would probably have some sort of cute charm or matching plushie that he got for his partner. he isn't really one for cutesy things, but the 3 foot my melody plush that goes to his partner's kuromi one says otherwise.

[haihaihaitani]

Them or Me ~ *Manjiro Sano*

Summary: You wake up to Mikey leaving. You get scared and try to get him to stay. However he just won’t listen to you.

Pairing: Manjiro Sano X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angst Drabble

Word Count: 360

Warning: Argument, sadness, crying, hurt no comfort

Masterlist

Taglist: @soulangel​

A/N 1: Sorry not sorry Skye.

A/N 2: Part Two "Make Your Choice" can be found here.

You felt it before you heard it. As soon as your eyes fluttered open, your heart lodged itself in your throat. You squinted so the unshed tears didn’t hurt your eyes.

No. Not tonight. Please not tonight.

“Mikey.” You whispered into the darkness, hoping he could still hear you.

“Shh. Go back to sleep.”

“No.” You shook your head before sitting up and turning on your bedside lamp. Your heart beat painfully when you saw he was already dressed. “Please don’t go.”

He sighed, avoiding eye contact. “I have to.”

“One night, please.” You begged. “One night where you don’t go looking for trouble.”

“Sweetheart-”

“I’ll call Draken. He can call the whole thing off. No one has to know it was you. We both can be very discreet about the whole thing.”

He shook his head firmly. “I have to go.”

A tear slid down your cheek. “No, you don’t. You don’t have to do anything. You can stay right here with me.”

He knelt in front of you and gently wiped your tears away. “Please don’t cry for me. I’m not worth your tears.”

You shook your head again and again, leaning into his caresses. “Please. I can’t stand watching you get hurt over and over and over again. One day, I know you won’t come back to me. I don’t think I will ever be able to survive past then.”

“Hey, don’t talk like that.” He lightly scolded, his voice monotone. “Nothing is going to happen to me, I promise. Tonight, I’m just going to the shrine to talk to Kenchin, Mitsuya, Peh yan, Chifuyu, and Takemitchi. Nothing bad is going to happen. Please don’t worry. Just go back to sleep. I’ll be by your side again in the morning. In fact, I’ll spend the whole day with you tomorrow. Just go back to sleep.”

It was pointless as you knew it. Mikey cared about his gang more than he cared about you. It was high time you grew up and accepted that. Even if it absolutely broke your heart.

You nodded and allowed him to kiss you cheek.

You watched him leave.

You cried all night.