#naoto imagines

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Bonten Ran if he's ever pulled over by police, he's just extra like that

[zerokurokawa]

Awesome Izana Cosplay:

of course, if anybody knows who this talented cosplayer is, comment below because i’d love to follow them!

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(P4/GFL/GI/H:SR) Naoto, AN-94, Rosaria, and Stelle on a burger date

Admittedly, Naoto was not used to eating these kinds of food.

She travelled quite often and if she had time she could maybe indulge in a food to treat herself, let alone have lunch with her S/O.

But she had found herself in Tokyo with S/O and decided to try something different.

(Naoto) "Big Bang Burger?"

(S/O) "Oh yeah, that's quite popular nowadays. Did they ever have one in Inaba?"

(Naoto) "To my knowledge, no. I am always willing to try something once."

The two walked into the fast food restaurant and saw a poster on the wall.

(Naoto) "The...Big Bang Burger challenge?"

A female employee greeted them and explained how the challenge worked. Naoto's eyes almost bulged out her head.

(Naoto) "P-People eat something that huge?! And I thought the Beef Bowl Challenge was intimidating."

(S/O) "Did you wanna try it?"

(Naoto) "Er, well...I think I'd prefer to start off small before attempting something of that caliber."

Watching one of the employees bring two of them out, they brought it to a table who had two blonde students in a booth.

(Blonde haired boy) "F-For real?! How the hell are we supposed to finish that in thirty friggin' minutes?!"

(Blonde haired girl) "Oh god, why did I let you convince me to do this?"

Naoto and S/O ordered themselves a more fitting meal, and Naoto felt sick even looking at the two students attempt to finish it. Her burger was barely a quarter of the size and just looking at it, she felt like she had gained thousands of calories.

S/O chuckled as they leaned next to her.

(S/O) "Lunch and a show! You sure you don't wanna give it a try?"

(Naoto) "Now that I'm looking at it in person, absolutely not."

(AN-94) "Oh, burgers are in the mess hall today? I have not had many opportunities to try them."

Truthfully, 94 had no preference on food, nor did she know any nuances that went into cooking. It was just something that never became relevant.

But she was wanting to try new things, especially if it made S/O happy.

She was quite perplexed looking at the burger, examining it like she would a new weapon.

When she bites into it, her eyes slightly widen at the variety of textures. She makes sure to take extra note of what S/O's preferences are, in the event she is ever tasked with retrieving a meal for them.

(AN-94) "Interesting...I can see why humans would like this sort of thing."

Since it's not required for her to eat, she keeps this food more as a reward after a mission than anything.

(Rosaria) "Interesting dish. These much calories are probably sinful for those on diet."

Rosaria quite likes how the meat inside the burger tastes.

If she can add some alcohol to the burger, then she's even more for it.

She didn't cook quite often, but it let her play around with different combinations to see what her and S/O enjoyed.

Though that being said, she didn't really understand the whole concept of a 'Burger Date'.

Was it really a whole new date if they just ate something a bit more exotic than usual?

Regardless, she makes sure not to eat them too often. She's not exactly watching her weight or anything, but too much of it would probably kill her.

...Now she had an idea.

Stelle enjoys food of all varieties but there is one thing that is her guilty pleasure. Junk food.

Depending on how one cooked a burger, it could be classified as just a normal meal, but Stelle was never one to sugarcoat things.

It was an indulgence food, and she loved it.

Of course considering her position as a Trailblazer, she probably shouldn't gorge herself, lest she feel sluggish during an expedition.

But that does not stop her from eating them with S/O whenever they ask.

In fact, all they have to do is give her the excuse. Homemade or takeout, it doesn't matter. She wants it.

Her stoic expression softens a little whenever she's eating with her S/O, talking about whatever really comes to mind.

That being said, she is quite picky where she gets the burgers from. If they give her or S/O a topping she didn't ask for even once, she's never coming back.

She wants to enjoy her food damn it, she doesn't want to fight gross ass toppings, on top of everything else in this galaxy that wants her dead.

[strawberryclementine]

How they confess ♥️

How the characters of Tokyo Revengers confess their feelings to their crush.

Sends a love letter and asks to meet privately 💌

Hina, Yuzuha, Chifuyu

Does nothing, buries their feelings forever 🤐

Draken, Hakkai, Inui

Takes you to your favourite spot to say it 🌇

Takemichi, Kazutora, Kakucho, Shinichiro

Accidentally blurts it in a random situation 🫢

Mikey, Baji, Benkei

Takes you out to a nice dinner first 🍷

Kokonoi, Ran, Takeomi

Catches you by surprise with a kiss 😗

Hanma, Ran, South

Suddenly holds your hand while hanging out and waits for a reaction 🤝

Naoto, Mitsuya, Emma

Asks if you have a crush, hoping you'll confess first❓

Kazutora, Sanzu, Souya, Izana

Calls you out of the blue to ask you out 📞

Taiju, Rindou, Wakasa

Casually confesses like it's common knowledge 😎

Nahoya

Develops an unnecessarily complicated plan to impress you first 📑

Kisaki

[kissesforsatoru]

Congratulations! A question to Izana, Mikey and Naoto: How would you react if your daring was as devoted to (obsessed with) you as you are to them?

mikey : that’s adorable that they think they’re obsessed with me the same way i am them, but that’s just simply not possible. my adoration for them runs deeper than anything in the entire universe, there’s no way they could feel the same way for me. they can be obsessed with me, but i will always be more obsessed.

izana : well, i don't know if i really like the idea of that. i would kill for my darling, and if they're as obsessed with me as i am them, then that must mean they would kill for me too, right? i don't want them involved in all of that. they can devote themselves to me but i won't allow them to do any of the things that i do for them.

naoto : no. i'm supposed to be protecting them, so if they’d be willing to do what i do for them then it defeats the purpose of that. i’ll just have to monitor them to make sure they don’t do anything stupid. they’re lucky i adore them so much, otherwise i would be very upset about having this added hassle.

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[b0nten]

BLOOMING FLOWERS SPRING CAN’T FEEL

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ what more is there to hate when life takes away the one you loved the most?

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ for my bae @insomniac-jay <3, took so long because i tried to do the best research i could, and because i never liked what i wrote until today. also! if you squint, it’s slight naoto x reader but it doesn’t really matter. i hope you like it!!!! not proofread

you still can’t grasp it, it sort of feels surreal.

just like this morning felt, when you put your kimono on, and did your hair. hina loved the way you looked in traditional clothing, she said it made you shine.

and albeit you two’s pictures flooding the tachibana home, you were still surprised when her mom rang your doorbell to gift you a box, feeling slightly heavier than the last silk garment they had given you while you and hina were still in high school.

“please wear it, y/n-chan, ” ryoko’s voice was just as gentle as you remembered it growing up, but it was sad, “they make you…shine.” and full of anguish.

you could only nod, swallowing back the thick saliva that was gathering in your throat, blinking back the tears with the same eyes ryoko knew how to read as if they were her own daughter’s. reaching out for your hand longer than usual, she only smiled.

you still didn’t quite grasp it, not even when you put on your pearl necklace, and locked your front door, heading down the apartment block’s stairs, like usual.

it was like your normal way to school, and later, uni, and even later, work, walking exactly 100 meters and riding for 7 minutes and a half, before switching lines at otomachi, and riding for another 5 minutes. this time only, you had to take the south exit instead of the north one, and stroll for thirteen minutes, passing by a park, a bakery, two liquors shops and some sky-rise towers.

“welcome.”

it was different, because you entered the funeral home, where the assistant, ready to guide you to the high-school colleagues category, was interrupted by naoto. he simply took your hand and walked you over to the rest of the family. you were used to seeing naoto on saturdays, not fridays or the both of them. you had seen him yesterday, at the wake, when it was friday, so it almost went like any other day. or that’s at least how your mind put it.

and when you were sitting down, eyes glued to the monk’s back as he chanted out the prayers, naoto’s hand still found a way to get to yours, firm touch against glass skin, afraid he’d break it any minute now.

and now you sit between your younger brother and his mother that took you in when you were at flourish in your heydays, deafly listening to a monk chanting a sutra for hinata. you glance over at her and can’t help but think how beautiful she looks in the matching kimono, and how much hina resembles her. resembles, not resembled, she’ll now forever keep her beauty.

you heard japanese people experience three religions in their lifetime: birth as shintoism, marriage as christianity and death as buddhism, but you didn’t even go through one. hell, hina herself only went through two.

and whereas ryoko always told naoto to stop hurting the table because even the piece of wood had its own life itself and the boy silently complied, you were stuck figuring out what it is that you believed in. you believed in kindness. the kind of kindness hina showed you, that was the firm conclusion you accepted, so now you could only pray that the afterlife was going to show her the same gentleness and love she gave the world, her journey smooth in crossing over the sanzu river and mind clear in choosing the paths she takes, making it easy for her soul to find serenity.

you wake up once you’re signaled to join the incense rite. with slightly shaking fingers you pinch up the dry fragrance, touching it against your forehead. amidst blurred vision and hours of unslept time, you see masato wipe a ghost of a tear with the back of his crisp black suit. you set the incense in the flame bowl, and walk away, next to the parents, pupils blown and face puzzled, as if you don’t know what the world you live in is. you see familiar faces; old classmates and family friends of the tachibanas’ that you got to meet long time ago, cousins, teachers, and ex-coworkers. you think you notice some of them staring at you, what is she doing here? — what is she doing there? — next to your best friend’s family.

naoto definitely sees them, he definitely notices their judging looks, but today he can’t do justice. he won’t, because he likes to think he’s partly come to terms with his sister’s death, but no matter what, police academy never prepares you to lose your sister when you least expect it.

he throws a quick glance over his shoulder, reassuring himself you’re still there although you don’t look or feel like you’re there at all, bones wrapped in flesh, wrapped in soft black silk. you start to think maybe there is something wrong with you.

grief is a weird emotion with no textbook manifestation. there is no right or wrong way to feel following a loss. but why don’t you feel anything? why do you know that it’s happening, but you’re not fully in yet? why can’t you scream or cry or whimper or fake a smile. why has your whole face been frozen this whole time?

people come and people go and like an old charlie chaplin movie on repeat, the same action you have done repeats itself a million of times fast forwarded until your mind goes blank. you feel black-and-white.

naoto taps your shoulder. “do you want to see the body?” he eases you into it. he was always such a gentle soul.

you try to say something but choke on the words. he sees, eyes widening as his muscles tense. you only nod, and he walks with you to the casket.

maybe if you see it, your mind will take on it. you’re given a flower, the white chrysanthemum you dreaded to even think about, and the same happens to naoto.

the people in front of you all put their flowers in the casket, small step by even smaller step allowing you to approach her face. it’s just the same, except it isn’t glowing, or happy or doing anything. she’s not singing, she’s not moving. she’s dead. you know it. but why can’t you acknowledge it?

you reach into the deep inside pocket of the kimono, a neatly kept, small picture grazing the white coffin. you don’t ponder, and lay it next to your friend.

naoto freezes when he sees it. he took it, the day is burned into his memory so deeply that if he were to ever lose his reminiscence, this is the only recollection he’d have. it’s you and his sister. you’re dressed in kimonos — that was your first time wearing it — and you were excited. just fresh into spring, you both chose to wear pink: hina’s dress had delicate camellias on it, scattered playfully all around the fabric, while yours had orange blossoms intricately all across. it also was your first time wearing getas; your feet hurt so bad he had to call his dad to carry you home by the end of the festival. he didn’t mind it though, because you had fun that evening.

he reaches for the picture and looks at the back.

“doesn’t this kimono make her shine, naoto?”

“yes, it definitely does.”

scribbled on the thin paper are some almost unrecognizable kana and kanji, but naoto knows what they say by heart. he slips the square into his sleeve and puts his flower in his sister’s casket instead.

not long after everyone is done saying their goodbyes, the tachibanas and you head to the crematorium. ryoko holds your hand as she picks up the bones and sets them in the urn, and you try your best to soothe a mourning mother’s aching heart.

once everything is done, you pass the envelope to the receptionist. it’s a little over a million, and you see it on the woman’s face that she knows it too, by the width of the wrapping. you didn’t notice how much money it was until you recounted it, half an hour before leaving your apartment, so you just left it all there. no 10.000 bills, no crisp bills, at least that.

she hands you the little bag with salt, tea and snacks and you bow before leaving the crematorium.

“y/n, wait!” a voice you know very well shouts after you, tall silhouette speeding from the building into the same darkness you’re headed into.

“mom said to walk you home.” naoto looks down at you gently, as if he’s your big brother and not the other way around.

“you know you’re not actually my older sister, right?” he interrupts your exact thoughts, “we’re the same age, you were fortunate enough to be in the same grade as hinata, that’s all.” he taunts, taking you back to your salad days.

you smile approvingly and he doesn’t hesitate to take the gift bag from your hand, and walk right beside you.

the air is grim and you still feel a little bit unreal. you feel limitless, but like a void, rather than the young shoujo manga protagonist you always dreamt of being, and you can feel it in naoto’s breath too, how he tries to not let the anger drown him out. you know it’s unbearable for him too.

halfway through the walk, he breaks the silence.

“i’m glad you finally learned how to walk in getas.” he admits, and you look up. a genuine laugh stifles from your throat and his face lights up.

“naoto,” you say, “these are zoris. i wasn’t going to attend a funeral in geta sandals.” explaining, you watch his face drop in embarrassment.

“yes, i totally saw that…!”he stutters but continues to joke, hinting at the past, talking of hina as if she’s still there, next to you. in passing moments of silence, you feel overwhelmed, guilty.

faith’s a game of cat and mouse, and you play it just like you want. you laugh with naoto and you realize it’s nice to feel this sense of .. belonging. in between numbness and denial, he made your day a little better. he took some of the burden off, he ripped some of the weeds growing between your lungs, letting you breathe normally again, granting you a peaceful moment in what felt like a lifetime since your best friend died.

you step foot into the apartment building, giddy and smiley, but it all vanishes once you look around. it’s dull, it’s ugly. and you feel like you’re right next to hinata. that’s how she made you feel every time you came back from a night out in the city, arm slung around her shoulder laughing at everything she said, almost knocking over the both of you.

you look around as you climb every step and somehow, the laughs and the joy all seem to disappear in the place you spent some of the most time with her.

when you reach your front door, it feels almost surreal again, because instead of hina behind you, it’s the boy you grew up with. he looks nothing like her — he takes after his father — but he feels so familiar that when he stops you from entering your home your breath hitches a little.

“don’t forget to throw the salt.” he reminds with a slight lecture in his voice, like his sister once said “don’t forget to change your shoes.”

so, when your wrist brushes past your shoulder-blade, your zoris break under the memories you shared along the way and the ones etched into the walls of the hall.

you tug at your necklace as you finally let yourself cry.

you finally know it’s real, even more so, because you feel not one, but two familiar presences engulfing you in warmth.

one strokes your hair with the palm that keeps you pressed into his shoulder, while the other hand looks at an old photograph, and the second hugs you both, wanting to lecture you with the love and gentleness of an older sister that didn’t get to say her part.

[biggerbagingos]

foxgirl naoto.

[p3ta]

Naoto Shirogane. Man. You agree

[sunset-bridge]

silly comic about the bathhouse scene if it was epic

[epitomees]

Thank god she does not use a fork and knife to eat most hand/finger foods anymore...

[riewiggles]

Quick Kannao drawing following a headcanon I have of Kanji being obsessed with Markiplier where he would TOTALLY even go as far as to [dye his hair like Mark's in 2016 which he does in my fanfic series].

I just drew regular epilogue hair Kanji though because I dunno. I always make it a little spikier like his og blond hair with the bang. I prefer that style.

In my latest chapter in Part 3 which I just sat back and wrote today Naoto confesses to loving to watch Markiplier's videos through Kanji's phone as they fall asleep at night. :V

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Not Takemichi imagining Naoto blushing at the reunion though meanwhile he was just fed up the whole time. Expectations vs reality

[fatexbound]

Alone on a Sunday with a foolish holiday for lovebirds approaching?

Congratulations, you match with Naoto. Romance be damned.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

naoto shirogane relationship HCs?

(Persona 4) Naoto Relationship HC's

Honestly? Dating Naoto will have quite the rocky start.

She has no idea of what she's doing, and is going to be very stiff when addressing you.

Not to mention her detective work is going to keep her busy and little time to go on dates.

But she's going to try her damned best to live up to your expectations.

Even if in the middle of giving a heartfelt compliment, she'll suddenly shut up and adjust her hat, fidgeting with her brim.

(Naoto) "I apologize, I have very little experience with matters of the heart like this...May I...trust you to take the lead?"

Little gifts here and there will be given to reassure you that you're still on her mind, alongside the the texts in all caps:

- MOVIE THRSDY? I WILL BE FREE. Y/N?

And expect to suddenly be approached by Rise and Kanji, as they will be her Wingmen.

Rise will be the one telling Naoto what to do when dating someone, alongside her quite frankly terrible advice at cooking.

Meanwhile Kanji will be the one keeping it real.

(Rise) "Oh, Naoto has told me all about you! She's been going on and on about how much she's in love-"

(Kanji) "...The hell you talking about? Dude just gets all red in the face and refuses to talk about it to you."

(Rise) "S-Shut up, Kanji! I'm trying to make Naoto look good!"

(Naoto) "Neither of you are doing that well, I might add..."

There's also all her Senpai's, who just seem a little unhinged, and suddenly you can understand how Naoto even opened up to dating people after meeting them.

But one thing is for sure, she does love you.

It'll take her time to truly open up, but it doesn't take as long as you think it would.

She especially gets flustered when given gifts or any kind of affection.

The blush never really goes away despite how long you two may be together, but she'll definitely smile or chuckle, getting used to it.

[strawberryclementine]

Tokyo Revengers at a Carnival 🎪

It's getting warmer out, so let's see what the Tokyo Revengers characters end up doing at a carnival / amusement park!

Sprints for the merry-go-round 🎠

Senju, Mikey, Shinichiro, Chifuyu

Goes on a thrilling rollercoaster 🎢

Hanma, Mucho, Izana, Wakasa, Akkun, Kazutora, Benkei, South, Naoto, Hinata

Not tall enough for the rollercoaster, fuming about it 💢

Senju, Mikey, Yamagishi

A whiz at carnival games 🧸

Hakkai, Yuzuha, Draken, Mitsuya, Pah-chin, Kisaki

Blows all their money losing at carnival games 😿

Takemichi, Baji, Nahoya, Sanzu, Shinichiro

Wants to try as much food as they can 🍿

Mikey, Hakkai, Mucho, Yamagishi, Makoto, Senju, Nahoya (he gets a pink and a blue cotton candy to share with Souya)

Too shy to admit they want to go on the Tunnel of Love 💔

Emma, Draken, Hakkai, Souya, Takemichi, Peh-yan, Akkun

Also shy, but gets someone else to suggest the Tunnel of Love first 🧠

Kisaki, Kokonoi

Blunt about wanting to go on the Tunnel of Love ♥️

Baji, South, Ran, Wakasa, Nahoya

Secretly thinks the Ferris wheel is super romantic 🎡

Kakucho, Kisaki, Mitsuya, Naoto, Chifuyu, Takuya, South

Gets nauseous on the Ferris wheel 🤒

Takuya

Most excited for the fireworks 🎇

Emma, Hinata, Kakucho, Naoto, Inui

There's a haunted house? Sign me up!🕯️

Hanma, Izana, Mikey, Draken, Nahoya, Yuzuha, Kokonoi, Yamagishi, Ran

Haunted house? Nah, they're already scared of the clowns 🤹

Souya, Sanzu, Rindou, Takemichi, Emma, Takeomi, Takuya

Wants to go home after ten minutes 🥱

Taiju, Takeomi

[kissesforsatoru]

A question to Izana, Mikey and Naoto: How would you react if your darling's child (who has been a single parent before you met them) finally called you "dad" for the first time?

mikey : i would probably scream like a little schoolgirl if i'm being honset. if the kid sees me as a dad then my darling has to accept that i'm part of their life, right? we'd be like a happy little family and i get to have my cute darling as my wife. maybe we can make a sibling at some point for the kid?

izana : that would be my one-way ticket to my darling's heart. i know my darling wouldn't be able to deny or deprive their kid of a dad. i would just have to make sure the kids biological dad doesn't ever plan on showing upso that nothing can sabotage my relationship with the kid.

naoto : at that point i've completely won. if i have the kid on my side then i must have also won over my darling too. if not i can probably convine them that i'm the perfect person to take on the role as the dad and husband of the family.

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