#tokrev manjiro

[izanacore]

“casual” | manjiro sano x reader

chapter twenty-three 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: a no-strings-attached arrangement between a party girl and a frat boy turns messy when mikey falls first. but when (y/n) runs from love, she loses him for good—until fate brings them back together, years too late.

characters: manjiro “mikey” sano, fem!reader, emma sano

warnings: angst, heartbreak, fwb dynamics, explicit content, crack, fluff, jealousy, insecurities, themes of regret, alcohol use, violence, bullying, depression

notes: don’t want casual to end, but i’m afraid this will be the last arc after the ending arc??? but we’ll still see since i haven’t actually written the next few chapters (only the ending—and will still make some changes to it). anyway, happy reading!

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chapter twenty-three

days had passed since mikey’s birthday, and with their summer classes ending early this afternoon, he saw it as the perfect excuse to escape. technically, it was his idea—they barely stepped out of campus before he tugged y/n along, claiming he was rescuing her from emma’s clutches. if she saw y/n, she’d definitely drag her off somewhere to “celebrate” their freedom from university, and mikey wasn’t having it. he needed his sleep—and he wanted y/n beside him.

now they were home. or more specifically, in bed.

y/n was leaning against the headboard, lazily scrolling through her phone, wearing one of mikey’s shirts—soft and oversized on her. her hair was tied in a loose, messy bun, strands falling and framing her face in the warm light of the room. mikey had flopped onto the bed shirtless, curling up beside her without a word and wrapping his arms around her waist like it was second nature.

and maybe it was now.

because the moment he rested his head on her stomach, y/n’s hand found his hair without thinking—fingers threading gently, calming him with soft strokes. he melted into her touch, eyes fluttering closed like a cat being pampered. this was his favorite thing in the world. just her. like this.

eventually, sleep won him over.

hours passed quietly.

when he finally woke up, it was already dark, and the comforting smell of food guided him out of bed like instinct. he padded softly into the kitchen, still drowsy, only to see y/n standing there—still in his shirt, cooking their dinner.

he paused for a moment, just watching her. something about the way she moved, so effortlessly a part of his world—it made something ache in him, in a way he didn’t mind at all. he never wanted this to end.

sleep still heavy in his limbs, he walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. he sighed, breathing her in like she was the only thing that could make him feel grounded.

y/n smiled, heart quietly fluttering at his warmth.

when she reached to grab the plates, mikey finally let go, reluctantly, and followed her to the table. they sat down together.

mikey was quiet. unusually quiet.

normally, he was the one rambling about the most random things while y/n listened with half a smile and the occasional nod. but tonight? nothing. not even a sarcastic comment or one of his strange philosophical takes over dinner. just silence and him pushing food around his plate.

y/n noticed it instantly. the way he kept glancing at her, then away. like he was hiding something. plotting something.

she didn’t even look up from her plate when she said, “spill it.”

her voice was casual, but there was something in her tone that said she already knew something was up. mikey paused mid-bite, mouth opening like he was about to say something, then closing again.

“…uhm,” he mumbled.

y/n finally glanced up, raising an eyebrow—not in a threatening way, just curious. relaxed.

“what if…” he trailed off, clearly hesitating. like whatever he was about to say would change everything. and maybe it would. he didn’t want to ruin this—whatever this was. but if he didn’t say anything, he’d keep tiptoeing around it forever, and that wasn’t him. not with her.

y/n tilted her head. “manjiro.”

that was all it took.

he sighed, fast and breathless, like ripping off a band-aid. “can i move in with you?”

the words came out in a rush, barely coherent. his eyes darted to hers, unsure. the last time he made a bold move like this, it didn’t exactly go smoothly. but he was tired of pretending to be casual about something that clearly wasn’t.

y/n didn’t even flinch. didn’t blink. just nodded and said, “okay,” while chewing like mikey hadn’t just dropped something huge between them.

mikey froze. “…what?”

“i said it’s okay,” she repeated, looking at him like he was the strange one now. “if you wanna move here with me, go ahead. plus you’re basically paying rent for a place you never sleep in.”

she said it so naturally, like letting mikey live with her was the most logical thing in the world. not a confession. not a turning point. just… obvious.

mikey blinked once. then twice. and then, a slow, smug grin stretched across his face as he resumed eating.

“why are you being weird?” y/n asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

“i’m not.”

“you’re smiling like an idiot.”

“no, i’m not.” but he was. and he couldn’t stop.

“ugh! then stop doing that!”

“doing what?” he asked innocently, still grinning, still chewing.

y/n groaned, rolling her eyes. she turned back to her plate just in time to hear mikey mutter, almost to himself, “now i can finally fuck you anytime i want.”

her fork froze mid-air. she turned slowly, blinking at him.

mikey just winked.

y/n’s face burned. “you’re such a bastard.”

mikey laughed under his breath, smug and proud. “as if you don’t let me already.”

“shut up, sano.” y/n muttered, but her cheeks still hot.

he only chuckled, reaching over to steal food from her plate like he hadn’t just turned the entire night into something else entirely.

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the next morning.

mikey finally gathered the last of his things from his old apartment. well, technically just a few hoodies and socks, since 90% of his wardrobe had already migrated to y/n’s place over time. it was less of a move-in and more of a final surrender.

by afternoon, he was on his way back to their now shared apartment, happily munching on his favorite taiyaki from the corner shop. life was good. warm pastries, soft hoodies, and y/n waiting for him at home. he was practically glowing.

until he saw her.

his mortal enemy.

his greatest rival for y/n’s attention.

his sister.

emma sano stood at their front door, pressing the doorbell.

mikey’s whole mood dropped. not because he feared someone stealing y/n—no, no one dared after what happened with hanma at that party (rip to that guy’s confidence)—but because emma was the only person who could yank y/n’s attention away from him. always pulling the “no boys allowed” card whenever she wanted alone time with her best friend.

but not today. today was different.

“excuse me,” mikey said in a flat tone, stepping up behind her and unlocking the door, “you’re in the way.”

emma jumped at his voice. “i think it’s about time your freeloader ass moves out. your time here is officially expired.”

mikey rolled his eyes like he did this every day. and honestly? he kind of did—whenever emma’s around.

he pushed the door open and walking inside without sparing her a second glance.

emma followed. or tried to.

she got one foot over the threshold before mikey turned and blocked her path with a single arm.

“who said you could come in?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“uh, me? this is MY best friend’s apartment?” emma shot back, fully ready to throw hands.

“correction,” mikey smirked, “our apartment. so i get a say now.”

the audacity. the confidence. the smug little tilt of his head. it was too much.

emma gasped dramatically. “our?!”

before she could launch into a full meltdown, she spotted y/n walking out of the bathroom in a towel, hair wet and skin glowing from the shower.

“sorry, emma! didn’t hear you—i was in the shower,” y/n said, walking into the chaos like it was nothing.

emma immediately sprinted toward her, grabbing her by the shoulders. “y/n. babe. don’t do this. don’t let him live here. it’s a trap. he’s unbearable. i don’t recommend it. proven and tested. i’ve been living with him since birth—i swear.”

y/n just laughed, completely unbothered.

another day. another sano siblings turf war.

she loved them both—one more than the other, guess who—but watching them bicker like this? it was oddly comforting.

mikey was sprawled across the couch like he owned the place—because, well, he kinda did now—legs crossed, scrolling through his phone, casually munching on his taiyaki like the world didn’t just almost witness a sano sibling smackdown twenty minutes ago. y/n sat beside him, lazily leaning back, while emma stood in front of them, hands clasped together, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“soooo…” emma dragged the word out dramatically. “since summer classes are finally over, i think it’s officially time for a summer trip!”

y/n looked up at emma, raising an eyebrow. “with the boys?”

“yeah! me, you, ken, mikey, and…” emma hesitated just a little, side-eyeing the boy on the couch, “izana.”

mikey didn’t even flinch.

emma watched him carefully. she didn’t exactly remember what went down during mikey’s birthday—she was way too drunk—but she just assumed the sibling drama had magically resolved itself. still, with mikey, you could never really tell unless he physically stated, “i am fine,” while making direct eye contact. and even then, you had to double-check.

mikey, for his part, had long since moved past it. no tension. no grudge. he and izana were good. but would he verbally confirm that to emma? absolutely not.

“mikey,” y/n said, giving his thigh a soft tap.

he blinked up at her, mouth full of taiyaki.

“emma said izana’s coming too.”

he nodded once and went right back to scrolling.

“okay! it’s settled then!” emma beamed. “y/n, didn’t you say before that your parents own a vacation home near the beach? could we maybe use that?

“mhm,” y/n nodded. “i’ll contact the caretaker later.”

“yes!!” emma fist-pumped the air like they just booked bora bora. “how about we leave saturday? stay for a whole week?”

“fine by me,” y/n replied with a small smile.

both girls turned to mikey, waiting for his input. he didn’t even look up this time, just gave another nod, still scrolling, still chewing.

“great! it’s settled!” emma clapped her hands in delight.

she grabbed a paper bag from the table and turned to mikey with a fake-sweet smile. “by the way, i was going to give you this dorayaki… but after that nasty attitude earlier? not happening.”

“NO!” mikey said way too fast, already lunging to snatch the bag from her hands.

emma let go with a sigh. “tsk. you’re such a child.”

“thanks, em,” mikey said with a mouth full of dorayaki and a huge grin, already unwrapping it like he didn’t just commit snack theft.

“whatever,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “anyway, i’ll text you the details, y/n. just update me once you talk to the caretaker, okay? i just dropped by today since you magically disappeared the moment summer class ended yesterday. you promised we’ll go get ice cream together. i wonder why.”

she turned her full judgmental stare on mikey.

mikey blinked. “…what?” he said.

emma finally left. the whole afternoon had been spent binge-watching a murder crime series, hours of back-to-back episodes until the sky turned dark. y/n was now in the bedroom, organizing both her and mikey’s stuff to place neatly in the cabinet, while mikey stayed on the couch scrolling through his phone.

suddenly, y/n’s phone started ringing from the coffee table.

“babe, your phone’s ringing,” mikey called out.

“can you answer it for me, please?” she called back. she figured it was probably emma.

mikey, curious, glanced at the caller id—and paused. it was just an old man emoji with a heart beside it. who could it be…?

before he could even say hello, the man on the other end spoke up cheerfully, “y/n, my child! i miss you so much!”

mikey froze. shit. it was her dad. what the hell was he supposed to say? how was he supposed to respond?

panic immediately set in.

“uhm… y/n?” her dad asked when he didn’t hear anything from the other side.

“uh—s-sir? sorry, this isn’t y/n. i’ll give her the phone real quick—”

“oh, is this manjiro? y/n’s boyfriend?”

boyfriend? mikey’s eyes widened. wait… how does he know my name? he thought.

“u-uh, yes. this is manjiro, sir,” he replied awkwardly.

“oh, great!” her dad said, sounding pleased. “actually, i called to check on how you were doing with the moving in. y/n texted me that you finally decided to live with her, and i just wanted to see how you’re settling in. i’m really glad. she’s been living alone for so long, and i couldn’t be there to look after her. knowing you’re with her now… it puts me at ease.”

“y-yes, sir. you can count on me,” mikey said quickly.

“i know i can. y/n’s told me so much about you. she’s never been happier, you know? i’m sure she told you about what happened with her mom. after that, she became so quiet, distant… she wasn’t herself for a long time. but now i feel like my daughter is finally back,” her dad said, chuckling softly.

mikey chuckled too, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“ah—sorry, i’m rambling. i’m just really glad you’re there for her. please take care of her for me, yeah? you’re the first guy she’s ever introduced me to. i used to be so scared she’d end up alone forever.”

“i’ll take care of her, sir. i promise.”

“mhm. i’ll talk to you soon, manjiro!”

the call ended, and mikey just sat there, phone still in hand, completely stunned.

mikey let out a long sigh. phew. what the hell was that? it honestly felt like talking to y/n… just in a different font. same energy, same chaotic warmth—just… dad version.

right on cue, y/n stepped out of the room. “was it emma?”

“nope.”

she narrowed her eyes. that call sounded way too long to be nothing. “then who was it?”

“your dad,” mikey said casually.

“what?!” y/n nearly tripped rushing over to him. “you talked to my dad?!” her voice shot up a pitch. “what did he say to you?!”

she looked horrified, and mikey could barely hold back a laugh. she was probably scared her dad spilled some embarrassing childhood story—like the time she got stuck in a laundry basket when she was little because she wanted to help her mom do the chores.

“nothing strange,” he shrugged. “just him calling me your boyfriend, is all.”

y/n’s eyes went round. she snatched the phone right out of his hand, face burning. it was her dad’s fault. he kept pushing the whole “mikey as a potential boyfriend” thing every time they talked. he wouldn’t shut up about it, so—maybe—just maybe—she said mikey already was her boyfriend. just to get him off her back.

mikey raised a brow, smug as ever. “you could’ve just told me you wanted to be my girlfriend, y’know? i wouldn’t mind.”

“shut up,” y/n grumbled, already speed-walking back to the room.

“so… are you my girlfriend now?” mikey called out.

the only answer he got was the sound of the bedroom door slamming shut.

he grinned to himself, stretching out on the couch like he’d just won something. “i’ll take that as a yes.”

but not even two seconds passed before the door slowly creaked open again. y/n peeked out with the most deadpan look on her face.

“…you’re sleeping on the edge tonight.”

mikey laughed. “so, technically, i can still sleep in the bed?”

y/n rolled her eyes. “don’t push it.”

but when she disappeared back inside, mikey got up and followed, the smile on his face refusing to fade.

he slipped into the room and found her already under the covers, facing away, pretending to be asleep. he quietly climbed in behind her, careful not to disturb the blanket too much.

he didn’t say anything—not at first. just scooted close enough for their backs to touch. close enough for her to feel him there.

“goodnight, girlfriend,” he whispered with a grin.

y/n didn’t respond. but her hand reached behind her, grabbed his arm, and wrapped it around her, tugging him closer.

mikey melted instantly.

chapter closed. boyfriend status: unofficially official? we never know.

chapter twenty-two | chapter twenty-four

[joonipertree]

Imagine being Mikey's girlfriend and having so many teenagers giving you respect as if you're the leader of the number one biker gang in Tokyo.

Imagine how confused everyone in your school is when a group of bulky, testosterone filled, aggressive high schoolers come and bow at a 90° angle. You're staring with reddened cheeks because ???????????

But they're off to go to class without a word, muttering to themselves. Your classmates and friends are like: "dude what the fuck happened?" and you're like "I don't even know."

Then some fuckers come and offer to hold your bag for you? To get you lunch? Someone gave you their bento? And everyone starts noticing how it's only the delinquents that do it. Mostly the ones wearing the Tokyo Manji uniform.

If there's a Toman member in class, you bet your ass they'd threaten the teacher for you. Like "They got that answer right!!" and you're like "no!!! I didn't!!!"

You're so scared your teachers were gonna give you detention. Or call your parents to let them know their child had a gaggle of delinquents doing their bidding.

God, imagine if they call you a title. Like "princess" or something. I can't even think of a title suited for this. But like something cringey that gets you annoyed and the clueless people around you start having even weirder theories.

Biggest one? You're the Yakuza's daughter.

IMAGINE!!!! IF SOME OF THE TOMAN INNER CIRCLE WERE THERE SJSNSNSJKSKWKA

I'm imagining Baji and chifuyu laughing their ass off in the corner, on the floor, gasping for air. And when you notice them, you run and ask if they had anything to do with this.

Baji wishes and chifuyu was growing purple from lack of oxygen. You kicked at them and wacked them with your book. WHICH MADE THINGS WORSE BECAUSE YOUR FELLOW STUDENTS ARE SEEING U BEAT UP GANG MEMBERS. YOURE A RAGING MONSTER IN THEIR EYES NOW.

If the toman members see this, do you think they'd be afraid of you? They'd be shaking in their boots at someone most likely half their size and that couldn't even win an arm wrestling match.

You'd ask Baji and chifuyu to tell them to stop. They would very loudly call you princess and run away cackling.

I'm pretty sure in highschool, the inner circle go to the same school. I don't remember but Takemitchy, Hakkai and Chifuyu go to the same school right?

If you think Takemitchy would help, chifuyu convinced him not to. Anyone else there is just someone you couldn't get a hold of. And you just ended up ignoring the delinquents and going about your day. Which just made you look like even more of a gang leader, walking down a hallway with a blank stare while people around you bowed.

Some non delinquents call you princess and you're telling them that "no, it's a prank. A sick joke that my boyfriend is playing on me."

People realise very quickly why you were being treated like royalty when the school day ended.

Because lo and behold, The Invincible Mikey was standing at the gate, leaning against his infamous bike as he waited for you. People just stopped and stared, not bothering leaving the vicinity, out of curiosity and maybe fear.

You see Mikey and start stomping towards him, everyone holding their breath because 'the yakuzas daughter was going head to head with the captain of the Tokyo Manji Gang.'

But Mikey was smiling brightly, arms open for a hug as he made grabby hands at you.

You came close and kicked him on the shin.

I honestly can't imagine everyone's reaction. Stunned silence. It's a sense of doom I think. A sense of 'rest in peace'. But also, the utter shock and respect you'd just accumulated from your peers in a second. You had some mad fucking balls to do that shit. Even full grown adults wouldn't do something like that to Sano Manjiro. People were ready to join your followers and praise you.

The kick was weak by the way, Mikey didn't even flinch. He just looked confused and then you ranted to him about your day and suddenly he was fully relying on his Babu to hold him up. Because my god, was he laughing his ass off. He couldn't breathe.

If Ken-chin was with him, let's be honest he would be, the man would also be on his knees dying of laughter. Just...imagine every Toman member that's part of the inner circle.... laughing vehemently at you for this.

With grumbles and glares, you try walking home by yourself but Mikey is quick to pull you back into his arms. His laughter hadn't stopped but he was leaning on you now.

The way one sinewy hand was on your waist while the other was tangled in your hair...made it very clear what you guys were to each other.

It was a collective 'oh.....oh' moment.

Mikey peppered many apologetic kisses on your cheeks and you whined about how embarrassing it was and how people were watching. Unbeknownst to you, Mikey had slyly made eye contact with anyone staring and glared daggers at them.

Ken-chin then decided to stand in front of the two of you and throw daggers at the on lookers for him.

And as much as you wanted to push away, you leant into his kisses and let him give you one on the nose and forehead. He tasted sweet on your lips too and your arms were around his neck, pulling away to stop the boy from going overboard like he always did.

"I'll treat you to lunch to make up for it?" Mikey whisperer gently, eyes soft and lovesick.

"Promise to call a meeting and tell everyone to stop?"

Mikey snorted, "Yes princess."

The punch on his arm was a lot harder. Mikey made an exaggerated pained expression, snickering to himself as he pulled you in close.

"It's not like it's a lie, though. You should be treated like royalty and have everyone do your bidding."

The blush that rose on your cheeks made his heart flutter.

"Only you can....treat me like that."

Oh he's not letting go of you any time soon.

Bonus: Later on, when you meet Baji and Chifuyu...they call you princess and burst out laughing. You promptly throw both of your shoes at them.

I also feel like if the Haitani brothers caught wind of this, it'd just be the worst for you. They are the snarkiest motherfuckers.

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SAVE MY LOVE FOR YOU | MANJIRO SANO.

જ⁀➴ synposis: neither you nor mikey seem to have pulled out cupid's arrow despite being separated in this timeline. lucky for you two, you have the perfect group of friends for you to reunite in every life.

જ⁀➴ content warning: manga spoilers! (the ending), racer! mikey, best friend! kazutora, fem! reader, tooth rotting fluff, mikey is very confident and famous, making out on the first date, se.x in the changing room, se.x on the couch, protective sex (wrap it before you tap it), overstimulation, cunnilingus, mikey makes you cum three times, he's a sweetheart.

જ⁀➴ word count: 10k

જ⁀➴ note: thank you to @mztoman for commissioning me again (so loyal!) i had so much fun writing this, even though it took me a while. and thank YOU guys for 8k followers! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it hehe.

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One of Takemichi’s biggest achievements in life is giving his friends the life he promised them when he first discovered what being a time leaper was. It wasn’t easy, he fought like hell but it was worth it at the end. All of his friends are alive, his girlfriend is soon going to become his wife and was preparing for their wedding—it couldn’t get more perfect than this. The man sat next to this big window of a very quiet and fancy place, so lost in his thoughts that he failed to notice that his friend was walking back towards their table.

Manjiro watched as the black haired male fidgeted nervously in his seat. It was his idea to take him out, help him loosen up a little since Takemichi has been so caught up in wedding stress. He deserved a day like this. Especially with how far he’s come and the sacrifices he made for them to be here in the first place.

“If you fidget again, you might break the chair,” Manjiro teases him as he takes a seat across from him. He watches as the male flinches before resting his forehead on the table. Takemichi heaves out a long sigh.

“This is way too fancy, Mikey…”

“Well, what did you think? That I’d be allowed to go a coffee shop down the street where anyone can recognize me?” Manjiro flashes his friend a grin, a little proud that his career mad him get this far. And Takemichi sighs in defeat, accepting the fact that their little hangouts were going to be like this from now on.

“Plus, you need this more than I do. Wedding preparations are wearing you out. Maybe attending Emma’s wedding first will help putting you in a good mood before the big day comes up.” It was true, but there was something else to be discussed and Takemichi wasn’t sure of how to bring it up.

Was this even the right moment for it? He didn’t even know if it was appropriate to discuss this so casually. But he needed to get it off his chest. It was one of the first things he noticed when the last time leap happened—how it felt off. He wasn’t even sure at first, he thought he was just imagining things, that the time leaps took a toll on him. But one look at Chifuyu confirmed that he wasn’t tripping. Someone was missing in the picture.

“Hey, do you remember ever having a girlfriend in the past?” Takemichi tries to be casual about this, tries not to make it seem like it was a life or death situation but his facial expression fails him. It was so serious that it makes Mikey pause eating his food.

“Huh?”

“A girlfriend, or perhaps a girl? Do you remember being involved with a girl romantically?” At first, Takemichi was hesitating on telling his friend about this. After all, there’s no nice way to ask this question without making it seem like you are calling your friend a total loser. But he remember his conversation with Chifuyu, and he knows that if there is anyone to trust when it comes to information about the past, it’s either him or Naoto.

“I remember her, we didn’t talk that much but she was definitely there,” Chifuyu says, still holding the cold beer in his hand. Takemichi had invited him to his apartment while Hinata was out shopping, because he couldn’t just discuss this kind of stuff over the phone.

“Through it all, right?”

“Mhm, you remember her too Michi, you’re just hesitant.” Chifuyu was right. Takemichi knew what he saw in all of the timelines, he is sure that there was someone and Mikey always looked so protective of you, never let anyone near you. He’s never seen his friend like that, and so for him to be separated from her in this final timeline just didn’t make sense. He needed to do something about it.

“Michi, are you trying to tell me something?” It seemed like Mikey refused to take the situation seriously, and no one could blame him. What was supposed to be a fun hang out with his best friend was turning into a serious conversation and faster than he had anticipated.

“You were in love, Mikey.” This sentence makes his face fall. Takemichi sighs before leaning back in his seat, stirring the drink placed in front of him.

“Each time I went back in time and tried to fix things, it led me to a different timeline—a different outcome. In all of them, you were involved with this girl—you were different,” Takemichi pauses as he looks up at his friend. “No matter how bad things turned out to be, she was always there and seemed to be the only person to pull you out of this dark cloud. Last time, way before that big fight happened—“ He almost cringes when he remembers how bad it was. “You two weren’t together anymore. And I’m not sure why or how, but that seemed to worsen things for you. And if I’m not mistaken, she did end up dying at one point.”

Manjiro was trying his best to process what was being said to him. He was quiet, attentive and did not know what to say. He wasn’t opposed to the idea that younger him had found love, he was more upset that he must’ve fucked up some way for this mysterious girl to leave him and not want to be involved with him anymore. But he had no memory of her. No name, no address—how old was she? Were they both the same age? Was she older? What was she like? She must’ve been super patient with him because his teenage self was a menace, whiny and way too needy.

“Do you remember what she was like?” Mikey breaks the silence, his eyes going from his drink to his friend’s face who hums, trying his best to remember some of the features.

“I’m not sure, all I remember is that she was very loyal to you. She had a bonten tattoo on the back of her neck to match yours.” Takemichi remembers vividly the Bonten timeline, where he had tried to visit Mikey at that one abandoned building. He remembers watching her as she stood near the leader with careful eyes, a warm touch that contrasted her partner’s cold demeanor. She seemed to give Mikey what he lacked—warmth, love and a home.

“Where was she during the last fight?”

“I have no idea, but she didn’t want to be around you,” Takemichi cringes at the confession.

It’s true, she and Manjiro were like strangers in this timeline, but it wasn’t guaranteed that they wouldn’t meet again. After all, this mysterious girl was also friends with the rest of Toman. Takemichi wasn’t sure who exactly was her closest friend in the gang, and it made the chances of meeting her very slim.

“How do you know so much, though?” Mikey starts, taking a bite from his pastry. “You can remember that I was a piece of shit to her, but not her face?” It was a natural question, and no offense was taken by Takemichi who shrugged his shoulders.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I got some answers from Chifuyu and Naoto. We know this girl, but we tried to look at every picture with Toman and she was just never there. Almost like a ghost.”

“And you’re sure she isn’t dead in this present time?” This was Takemichi’s least favorite theory. Something must’ve happened in the past, she was nowhere to be found and the guy didn’t have time to ask everyone if they remember a certain girl being involved with the gang. All he could hope for was that she was alive and that nothing bad happened to her. Unlike that one timeline where she does end up getting killed, Takemichi hoped that she somehow survived and made it in the present time.

“I hope that she isn’t.” Takemichi confesses, almost gloomily. “But one thing is for sure—if she was close to somebody in Toman, there’s a chance she might attend either mine or your sister’s wedding. Let’s not lose hope.”

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You are invited to the wedding of an old friend. You remember Emma as being the light of any room she walks into, and seeing her get married to the one person she’s always had a crush on makes you grin from ear to ear as you hold the wedding invitation in your hands. You are not particularly close to the couple, but you remember bumping into them a couple of times and every time you would pray that nothing bad happens and separates them because their happiness is truly contagious.

The wedding takes place in about two days, and you learn that you are not the only one invited when you hear your doorbell ring.

“You’re invited to Emma and Draken’s wedding, right?” Kazutora stands at your door and you snort at how excited he is. You’ve been friends with him for almost a decade now, you’ve seen each other at your lowest and you couldn’t deny that your friendship with the man was one of a kind. He pestered you like you were a little sister, and no matter how annoying he was to you, he happened to be one of the few people who were truly there for you when you needed them.

“Mhm, she even called me and told me she really wants to see me.” You smile when you remember the phone call. She was sweet enough to ask for your number when you bumped into her three months ago, and now that you look back at it—it was definitely to invite you to her wedding. You let Kazutora walk inside your place and the man makes himself comfortable on your couch.

“Good. You do need to get out of the house, it’s starting to become annoying,” he says with a light tone, and he sees you roll your eyes before you take a seat next to him.

“Sure, I do need to socialize a little.”

“Not a little, a lot.”

“Shut up, I get it.” You smack Kazutora’s arm and he laughs before grabbing the remote control. He chooses a random show on Netflix before grabbing his phone to order takeout. You can’t even argue with him or tell him you had some left-over food from yesterday because he wouldn’t listen to you anyway.

Kazutora was right. You rarely ever went out unless you were obligated or the man dragged you to an event. It felt as though you dreaded the thought of going out and having to meet people. But attending Emma’s wedding didn’t sound like a bad idea. As long as the people there were as sweet as her.

Which made you realize another thing.

“It’s crazy how we both knew Emma, but we didn’t become friends through her.” You say outloud and your friend hums. You two became friends because you happened to be hanging out near a cat café. You both happened to be rescuing the same kitten, and decided that it was the start of your very long friendship.

“True, which also means that you’ve never met one of my closest friends and Emma’s brother.” You tilt your head in confusion.

“Who?”

“Mikey.” You’ve never heard of that name in your life. Then again, you’ve never been to Emma’s house or were that close to her in the first place. All you knew was that she had a massive crush on this Draken dude who you saw recently and that was that. Anything about her family was simply none of your business.

“Yeah, I don’t know him.” You simply shrug.

“He’s a pretty famous racer actually,” oh? That was a first. “But he likes to keep his personal life mostly private. Last time, he came to my place wearing a black hoodie and black sweatpants—I thought I was getting robbed.”

You snort at the thought of your friend being absolutely terrified from his own close friend. But this made you a little curious about this Mikey. If he was as famous as Kazutora claims, why have you never seen him on TV before?

“You’re such a scaredy cat. “ You tease your friend, nudging him with your elbow.

“Yeah, yeah. Says the same person who cried when she found me on her couch after opening the door for me at night.”

“I forgot!”

“Say that to the person who will murder you in your sleep.”

--

Emma’s wedding was as intimate as it could be. You weren’t complaining, you hated big weddings where people didn’t even know each other. And right off the bat, you could tell that the people invited to the couple’s wedding were loved ones and have seen them grow up together.

You don’t feel out of place, but you are still a little closed off as Kazutora marches towards his group of friends. You refused to go with him mainly because it would be so awkward and you wanted to give your friend some space to hang out with his own group of friends. And so you stand next to the drinks, pour yourself some water and hold onto your cup while looking around the place.

It was small, but not too small. You take notice of the flowers hanging by the ceiling and the cake sitting in the corner. There’s soft music playing in the background and despite the number of people present, it is not loud enough to annoy you. Perhaps if you were to get married one day, you wanted a ceremony just like this.

You’re brought out of your thoughts when you feel Kazutora’s hand around your wrist and you send him a look that he knows a little too well.

Don’t you dare-

“Come! They wanna meet you.” He’s grinning from ear to ear, and you hear his friends laugh at the contrast in your expressions. While Kazutora is so excited to introduce you to his friends, you look as though you don’t even want to be here.

“There she is! Give her some time and she will warm up to you guys,” you give a tight lipped smile and you can feel your cheeks warming up at the attention. You aren’t exactly awkward with people, but being introduced like this wasn’t a situation you would ever put yourself into.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Mitsuya.” A man with lavender hair extends his hand out and the smile on his face helps you relax a little. You shake hands with him and introduce yourself back, and suddenly everyone was telling you who they were.

Beside Baji (whom you’ve already seen in pictures before), everyone else is a new face. There was a set of twins, Souya and Nahoya. Pah-chin and Peh-yan, and then there was Hakkai and Chifuyu. They were all nice and welcoming, didn’t make you feel awkward at all. But you notice how Chifuyu’s stare lingers on you for a bit longer than the rest, and you don’t shy away from asking him if there was something he needed.

“Is there anything you need or?”

“Oh no,” Chifuyu starts and shakes his head. His cheeks are flushed that you caught him staring at you so intensely, but he continues nonetheless. “You just look familiar, that’s all.”

Familiar? It wasn’t exactly impossible, but you were still sure that you’ve never met Chifuyu before.

“Maybe we met outside or something, or maybe Kazutora showed you a pic?” You ask the male, and he quickly darts his eyes towards Kazutora.

 “Actually, yeah. I think that’s where I saw you.” He lets go of the conversation pretty quickly after this, leaving you standing confused next to your friend. You don’t really question it, perhaps he did believe you and it was all in his head. But it was still a weird interaction altogether.

You are quickly introduced to a new person, and your interaction with him isn’t any less weird than the previous one. Takemichi stares at you with wide eyes and parted lips, and you see Chifuyu pinch his side which makes you furrow your eyebrows. What the fuck was going on here?

“Are you okay—“

“You just look very familiar.” Again? You almost roll your eyes in annoyance. If they were playing games with you, this surely wasn’t a fun one. But you decide to give a proper answer to this observation and shake your head.

“It’s probably all in your head, I’m sorry. I have never seen you in my life.”

Despite how warm and gentle you look, you are strong minded and don’t shy away from situations like these. Takemichi finds himself smiling at the thought.

I can see why her and Mikey are perfect for each other.

Takemichi, just like Chifuyu, lets go of the conversation very easily and you find yourself even more annoyed than before. If one more person tells you that you look familiar, you might just tell them to fuck off. But you’re distracted by Kazutora dragging you to take a seat, indicating that the ceremony was about to start.

You watch as the best men step out and stand next to the groom who looks as though he is about to burst into tears at any moment. It is a sweet thing to witness in real time, the same man you remember meeting three months ago holding a bag of groceries while Emma was holding nothing but her purse. He was truly head over heels, and to be able to witness him devote himself and promise to love and cherish her, to be there for her and hold her when things get tough felt like witnessing a love story straight from the books.

The after-party starts shortly after, and you take notice of how the quiet and intimate vibes remain present throughout the whole night. You are sat at a table all alone, Kazutora had only left your side a few moments prior to grab food for you both and so you decide to just scroll on your phone for a bit. But you are quickly robbed of your alone time when your friend comes back and it seems as though he’s dragging someone with him.

“(Name), this is Mikey. Mikey, this is (name). He’s the friend that I told you about yesterday.” Mikey is anything but how you imagined him to be. Cocky, arrogant, maybe a little self-centered since that’s how everyone who rose to fame behaved even around their friends. But he is… closed off. He can hold eye contact, but you take notice of the small blush painting the apples of his cheeks at having to be introduced like this.

You two seemed to have that in common.

You give a small smile in response and extend your hand, Mikey sees it and mirrors your actions. You don’t think much of it, it’s a hand shake after all—but the moment the palm of your head meets his, you feel electricity shock through your body and you both pull away with a slight hiss.

“Shit-“

“Ouch.”

You’re both holding your hands back, but then you look at him and he feels different. For some odd reason, this young man you had just been introduced to looks at you as though he’s been looking for you for a long time. Your heart skips a beat. His eyes are intense, and he doesn’t seem to pull his eyes away from you until you dart them back towards Kazutora with red cheeks.

Your friend watches the scene unfold before him with raised eyebrows and a small smile. He had hopes that two of his closest friends would get along, and it seemed to be going just fine.

“Wow, am I interrupting something?” The playful tone to his voice seems to make the heat travel all over your body, and both you and Mikey smack him at his comment.

“Don’t be such a dickhead.” You look adorable when you try to be threatening, Mikey thinks. But he also thinks that it must be you.

The girl Takemichi told him about a few days earlier, it has to be you. He doesn’t know how or why, but the hand shake made him feel different about you. It was cheesy to be thinking this way, Mikey would’ve probably teased anyone else if they had told him this. But you were staring at him with pretty eyes and pink cheeks, even your stare was a shy one up until you looked at Kazutora.

You bicker with Kazutora for a few more moments until Mikey sees him lift up his hands in defeat, a triumphant smile on his lips. You roll your eyes at this.

“Fine, I’ll leave you two alone if that’s what you really want.” This little-

“That’s not what I said!” Your face is as red as a tomato, watching Kazutora walk away to chit-chat with some of his friends. Mikey finds himself snickering a little at this.

“Laughing at my misery?” You tell the man with a small grumble and he shrugs his shoulders before pulling out a chair.

“It was entertaining—can I?” You nod in response and Mikey takes a seat next to you. Your body immediately relaxes around him, and given that you were the only two people sitting at this table, you don’t find yourself feeling awkward as you strike a conversation with the man.

“So, you like bikes?” The question is genuine, but the way you phrase it has Mikey throwing his head back with a small laugh.

“I do, how were you able to tell?” He props his elbow on the table before resting his chin on his hand. He is grinning, and the way he’s staring at you makes your stomach flutter.

“A little birdie told me you’re a pretty famous racer,” You grin in return and mirror his actions, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. Mikey takes notice of what you are trying to do and lets out another laugh.

“I am, and yes I do love bikes.”

“I know, Mikey.” You chuckle at his sincerity and you see him shrug his shoulders.

“Hey, I’m an honest man. I wanted to make sure you knew I wasn’t lying.”

“Honestly, you look like a terrible liar.” You giggle a little when he lets out a gasp, feigning being offended.

“I am an amazing liar!”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah! For example, me being an amazing liar is a lie in itself,” Mikey finds himself grinning from ear to ear when his little joke makes you laugh really hard. He truly hopes that you were her, otherwise he would be pretty bummed.

“Alright comedian, I’m getting a little hungry. Wanna grab some food?” Manjiro doesn’t say no, and so you stand up and head towards the display of various types of snacks and food to fill your plate.

The night seemed to be going pretty well.

--

You spend the rest of the night talking to Mikey as though you’ve known each other for years. He lets you talk with Emma and Draken to congratulate them, and you don’t notice the smile that’s on her face when she sees you walk away with her brother. In fact, you fail to notice the various pairs of eyes lingering on you both as you sit down at the very corner, seemingly thinking that you are away from prying eyes, but you were obviously wrong. You and Manjiro looked like you were on a date.

The after-party does eventually come to an end. Kazutora tells you to get ready and you put on the coat you brought with you in case it got cold at night (which it did). Mikey walks you out of the venue, but before you can follow Kazutora to his car, he stops you with a hand around your wrist.

“Hey wait,”

“Yeah?” A part of you was hoping that the conversation was going that way, you had a lot of fun with Mikey during the few hours you hung out with him and you were hoping that he would do something about it.

“I had a lot of fun, and it wasn’t even my own wedding,” he starts with a chuckle. “And I was wondering if we could hang out again.” Oh, he was bold. You liked that.

You smile at this, and you remove your wrist from his grasp before wrapping it around his hand, grabbing it firmly.

“I would love to, Mikey.” You exchange phone numbers and you walk towards Kazutora’s car. You wave at Mikey, you see him mouth ‘I’ll text you later’ and it makes you blush. You get inside the car, and Kazutora immediately starts the car.

He notices how quiet you are, but you don’t look upset. You’re busy staring at your phone, almost like you were waiting for a text and then your phone pings. Your eyes light up when you see the notification, and you quickly type something on your phone.

Mikey<3

--Kazutora’s a pretty reckless driver. Think you gonna get there safely?

You stifle a giggle before sending a reply.

--He’s a pretty good driver actually, have some faith in him.

Kazutora doesn’t take a look at your phone, but from the way you are beaming at your phone, he knows who you were talking to.

“You two are getting along pretty well,” you don’t raise your head to look at him, only nod in response.

“Mhm, he’s really cute,” you say quietly and your friend smiles to himself. He hasn’t seen you this excited about someone in quite some time, and for it to be his close friend out of everyone warms up his heart.

You couldn’t wait to see Mikey again.

--

Mikey has a very busy schedule, you learn that from the past three weeks of texting him. You tried to make plans four times, and they were all dismissed by his team because he had something to do. You weren’t even upset about it, you had been having video and phone calls with him the entire time, but he still apologizes during every call and promises to make it up to you somehow.

Which brings you to where you are right now—standing near your apartment building waiting for him to pick you up. You two had agreed to go back to his place to hang out, since his race was coming up soon, the paparazzi were on his ass and he didn’t want that to ruin his fun time with you.

You see a black, fancy car pull up next to you and your eyes are wide as you stare at it. Mikey rolls down the window and flashes you a toothy grin, before yelling out.

“You’re gonna keep standing there?” You are quick to get inside the car, and you take notice of how clean it is.

“I didn’t think you were gonna pick me up in such a fancy car,” you admit, and Manjiro chuckles at your honesty.

“Were you expecting a bike?”

“Yeah.” You smile when you see him laugh a little harder. “What?”

“You’re cute, that’s all,” you blush at his remark and cough a little, suddenly finding the ceiling of his car very interesting.

“Getting shy?”

“Focus on driving,” you say playfully and he gets stubborn, refusing to listen to you.

“Ooh, did my talk of Kazutora being a reckless driver get to your head?” He rests his head on the steering wheel, and you almost panic when you see that he’s not paying attention.

“Mikey—really, focus!”

You arrive to his place in less than twenty minutes, and you hope your face does not betray you and show him how absolutely mesmerized you are by the size of the building. You have to hurt your neck in order to see the top, and he tells you that he lives on the 20th floor, since he loves watching the city from above. You walk inside, get in the elevator and Manjiro notices the way you’re holding your purse tightly.

His hand reaches out towards you and wraps around your wrist, you look at him in surprise but immediately relax when you see the smile on his face.

“Relax, yeah?” His voice is barely above a whisper. Butterflies dance in your stomach at the way he’s addressing you—so full of love and care. You look away from him when you feel your face getting hot.

Luckily, Manjiro doesn’t notice as the elevator finally comes to a halt, indicating that you finally arrived at the 20th floor. The doors open and you are greeted with a long, illuminated hallway with grey carpets on the floor and big windows on the side. Mikey is the first one to step out and you follow suit, watching as he starts to look for his keys in his pockets.

You arrive at a door with big, bold numbers on it and you wait behind Mikey as he unlocks it before stepping inside.

“Come in, make yourself comfortable.”

Mikey’s place is as fancy as the building, but there’s a hint of domesticity to it and it warms up your heart. There are framed pictures everywhere, trophies sitting above the bookshelf and plants in each corner of the humongous living room. The kitchen is attached to the living space, and you’re surprised when you see that the oven was turned on.

“Were you cooking?”

“Yeah, I’m actually lucky cause if we had been late, our dinner could’ve been burned.” He’s grinning from ear to ear, while you stare at him mortified. He could’ve started a fire and he’s laughing about it?

“You know that’s super dangerous, Mikey.”

“I was just excited to come pick you up,” he pouts at you, and you already have this show memorized. Every time he would do something reckless and he tells you over a video call, he would pout when you scold him in hopes of getting out of it.

“Please,” you roll your eyes, bending down to take off your shoes before putting on the slippers he had laid out for you. While dinner was still cooking, Mikey decides to give you a little tour of his apartment.

You learn that there is he makes good use of the space he has, and he tells you it’s all thanks to his sister Emma for giving him ideas. He has an office where he takes calls, a bedroom that looks rather neat compared to when you saw it over the video call a few days ago and a very pretty bathroom that is black themed. You think it’s the prettiest part of his house.

“Out of everything, you pick the bathroom?” He is amused, watching as you grab the bottles of shampoo and conditioner with a loud gasp, the fascination in your eyes warms up his chest. He truly feels like pulling you in his arms.

“Those are so cool! Have you ever broken one of these?” Manjiro raises an eyebrow at this.

“Why?”

“I just wanna know if you’re clumsy,” you give him an innocent grin, and he pouts his lips at your comment.

“I am not clumsy.”

“Hm, then I guess Kazutora lied to me.” This makes his ears perk up.

“Kazutora told you about me?” You chuckle at his eagerness but nod anyway.

“He told me you were reckless and a bit childish,” you tilt your head to the side. “Stubborn, indecisive, impulsive, idiotic-“

“Did he say anything that’s actually good,” you can sense the annoyance in his voice and chuckle before reaching out to hold one of his hands.

“He told me you were loyal, very kind and loving. You care a lot about your family and friends, and you never let fame get to your head,” your voice is soft as you tell him all the things Kazutora told you, and the longer you hold his hand, the louder your heartbeat is in your ears.

It feels strange, almost familiar to be this close with him even through just hand holding. And when you look up from where you were holding his hand, your breath hitches at the way he is staring at you. Intense, passionate—you can’t exactly decide how Mikey’s eyes feel, but you do know that they make you nervous. You bite your bottom lips out of nervousness, but you don’t let go of his hand. Instead, your thumb caresses the back of his hand and traces soft circles there.

“And what do you think?” Mikey finally breaks the silence, eyes darting all over your face before settling on your lips.

“I think,” you tighten your hold around his hand, before pulling him towards you in one sudden movement. “I think you should kiss me.”

Manjiro didn’t need to be told twice. His hands gripped your hips as he pinned you against his sink, lips pressed against yours in what started out as a soft, innocent kiss. But the longer your lips moved against one another, the harder it was to keep it tame. You only pull away when you’re out of breath and panting, hands gripping the fabric of shirt to pull him impossibly closer to you. He rests his forehead against yours, teeth nipping at your bottom lips before pulling you into another kiss. You gasp when you feel his lips kiss down, nipping at your jaw.

“Mikey—the food.” You pant out.

“Oh shit-“ There goes your dinner.

--

Whatever Mikey cooked that night wasn’t going to be served. You laugh a little at how pouty and sad he is at the incident, but you reassure him that you appreciate his effort until the very end, and even if it was ruined.

You end up ordering food for the night, and you find out that Mikey gets really excited when the food has little decorations on top. He orders a hamburger and you decide to go for a pizza, and the sheer amount of happiness on his face when he finds a little flag on top of the bun makes you coo at him.

There is a show playing while you eat, but neither of you focus on what was happening as you devour your food and talk about everything and nothing. You learn many things about Mikey, and so does he. And it seems as though the kiss you shared back in the bathroom is long forgotten, almost as though it never happened. But you do notice that Mikey is holding back on the stuff he is telling you.

“Is there anything you want to tell me?” You’re not necessarily being confrontational, but you see him shift a little. So you noticed.

He doesn’t say anything as he removes the fry from his mouth and grabs some water, and your heart sinks a little. When did it get so serious?

“Mikey?”

“Can I be honest about something?” Oh no. Whenever a conversation started like this, you knew it wasn’t going to end well.

“Sure.” He was gonna tell you that he didn’t enjoy the kiss—or worse, did your breath smell? You already felt repulsed by yourself and he hadn’t even said a single thing. You were getting ready for rejection, for the night to end terribly and for him to send you back home and never talk to you again. You knew it was too good to be true.

“This might sound a little crazy, but we were lovers in the past.” Huh? You didn’t know what to say—this sounded ridiculous, but maybe he meant when you were kids? On the playground?

“You mean as kids or?”

“No, I mean in a different timeline, we are—well, were lovers.” The use of the past tense when referring to his relationship with you has a bitter aftertaste to it. He wasn’t even sure what he was doing right now, you might not even be her. But he remembers his conversation with Takemichi after Emma’s wedding, how his friend confirmed to him that yes, it was you.

“Mikey, go for it.” Takemichi was grinning from ear to ear. It seemed as though you were actually alive and he did manage to save everyone this time. Even you.

“Are you sure-“

“Yes,” Chifuyu interrupts with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. “I’m certain that it’s her.”

This was the confirmation Mikey needed, but he was still scared. What if you reject him in this timeline? What if you both don’t fall in love and things don’t work out? This probably scared him more than having to tell you about the whole time leap thing.

“What do you mean?” You don’t tell him that he sounds ridiculous, nor do you laugh at the fact that he just told you that you were both lovers at one point.

“Takemichi, and my brother—but it doesn’t matter,” Mikey shakes his head. “Takemichi was able to go back in time at one point in his life. He’s what people might call a time leaper. He went through hell and beyond to be able to save his girlfriend from dying, but then eventually he got involved with me and that’s how we became friends.” You see him pause to smile to himself, and you think to yourself that there is no way someone can make up a story this detailed without stuttering or missing a beat.

“Every time he tried to fix something in the past, it would lead to a horrible outcome in the future. And he remembers that—well, we were together,” he frowns before continuing. “No matter the horrible outcome, we were never separated until well, now.”

What Mikey is saying right now should make you look at him like he’s crazy, what he’s implying and the events he’s describing sound straight out of a book. And yet you still believe every word he says. You aren’t sure what part of his speech convinced you that this was real, you just believe him.

“It makes sense. The handshake made me feel some kind of way, I thought I was crazy for looking too deeply into it—but then I felt you and I don’t know, I think even hanging out as friends would do us great, yeah?” You were going on such a ramble, that you fail to notice that Mikey is a little taken aback by your understanding of the whole situation. He’s relieved that you don’t think he is crazy, but when he feels the blush crawl up his neck, he looks away from you with a loud huff.

“What is wrong with you?” You blink at him.

“Hm?”

“You’re being awfully understanding, I wasn’t expecting it.” You find yourself cooing at him, and your hand reaches towards his face to pinch his cheek playfully.

“Oh Mikey, are you shy?” You regret your words as soon as they come out. You feel his hand grab your wrist before pulling you on top of him on the couch, making you straddle him. He smirks at your wide eyed look and his hands grip your hips just like how he did in the bathroom.

“Cat got your tongue?” Yes, it totally did. This side of Mikey was so unexpected but you weren’t complaining. But you did feel as though he was reminding you that no matter how flustered he could get, he always had more effect on you than you could ever imagine.

--

You get over the situation on the couch rather quickly, and an hour later you decide that it’s finally time to head back home. Mikey is whiny about it, but he decides to drive you back to your place and completely forgets why he was upset in the first place. His behavior resembled one of a very needy puppy.

He parks next to your apartment building, and he immediately starts sighing out dramatically.

“Mikey-“

“I cannot believe I have just been reunited with my past lover, and yet she still asks to go back to her place and urgently!” He yells out the last part, the back of his hand pressed against his forehead. “I am heartbroken.”

“I promise to text you, yeah?” You lean towards him and press a kiss to his cheek, to which he grins at.

“And you have to go on a date with me again very soon.”

“Okay, deal.” You quickly agree, and the smile beaming on his face makes you think that if he was always going to be this happy, then you would go on plenty of dates with him.

“Goodnight Mikey,”

“Manjiro.” Your hand rests at the door, and you turn around to face him.

“Yeah?”

“Call me Manjiro, I like it better.”

You smile at this and nod his way. “Goodnight Manjiro.” It sounds so sweet when it comes out of your mouth, and when you lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek, he grabs your face and pulls you into a deep kiss.

He is such a passionate kisser, a little aggressive since he keeps nipping and biting at your bottom lip and gripping the back of your head—but you don’t mind. You are dizzy when he pulls away, and he finally unlocks the door for you with a grin on his face.

“Goodnight, (Name).”

--

Over the next month and a half, not once do you question your relationship with Mikey. It’s casual, you tell yourself. It has to be. Sure, you have shared a few passionate, and very intimate kisses but it was all casual and friendly. At least that’s what you tell yourself.

Mikey refuses to discuss whatever is going on between you two either, chooses to brush it to the side because as much as his brain was telling him this was going well, his heart was screaming at him not to get attached. Which was too late.

The conversations you both had, the kisses you shared—hell, you even understood the whole time leap thing and told him that when he first shook hands with you, he felt familiar. But what if Mikey fucks up again? What if he messes up like he did in the previous times, so badly to the point where even Takemichi couldn’t fix it? The thoughts in his head were getting louder and more suffocating by the minute, and he was afraid that he would do it again—push you away, or worse; lose you.

You notice that his text messages become shorter and less excited than when you both started talking, it confuses you at first—you brush off the idea of him losing interest in you because there was no way. You both got along so well, did he really get cold feet so suddenly?

It was even more frustrating to try to get him to talk about it—every time you would try to bring it up, he would shut down your attempt and give a lame excuse such as “oh, I’m just tired” or “I didn’t get enough sleep”. You were starting to get a little fed up.

You text Kazutora to come over, and you’re not even surprised when you hear a knock at your door not even twenty minutes later. He was always quick with these.

“What do you want this time, more money? My soul?” Kazutora says as he walks in, but the humorous mood he was trying to set immediately fades when he notices your distressed state.

“Wow, are you okay?” His eyebrows are pinched in concern and you shake your head.

“No, no—I think Mikey doesn’t like me.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” This wasn’t what Kazutora heard from Mikey himself, and he realizes almost immediately that things weren’t being communicated properly between you two.

“He’s been acting distant and cold—and I think I fucked up, maybe I shouldn’t have kissed him the first time we hung out-“

“You kissed him the first time you hung out?” Your friend was impressed, but he winces when you smack his shoulder. “Shit sorry—hey listen, I’m very sure he likes you.”

“How can you be so sure? I really don’t know what he’s thinking and it’s killing me.” You are frustrated, and it’s very understandable. But Kazutora has to explain to you how Mikey was as a person.

“It’s Mikey, he’s incredibly scared of his feelings.” He sits you down on your couch and you raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. “It’s always been like this. His feelings are intense, and he is scared that it might push people away which is why he’s had the same group of friends for years--so my theory is, he really likes you. But he is scared that you do not feel the same, or worse and impossible; don’t feel the same way.”

You aren’t surprised that your friend knows this much about Mikey, but you still find it endearing that he was willing to explain to you in detail how his friend dealt with his feelings. You find yourself nodding at his words before resting your head on the couch.

“How do I make him less scared though?”

“What do you mean?”

“I obviously like him back,” you stare at your friend. “It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. But how do I tell him? How do I let him know that I want him? I can’t have him question that, I need him to be convinced that I feel the same for him, that it doesn’t scare me.”

Kazutora smiles a little at your eagerness. You and Mikey were truly the perfect match. Confident, unwavering and strong with a pinch of gentleness and care for your loved ones. He pats your head affectionately.

“Don’t worry, I got the perfect plan.”

--

You should’ve known his plan would include some of Mikey’s closest friends. You are a blushing mess as you stand in the middle of Mitsuya’s office in an awkward position. The lavender head is staring you down so intensely, you can’t even hold eye contact with him.

“Yeah, lucky her I have one ready.” Have what? You look at Kazutora who only grins at you before shrugging his shoulders.

Mitsuya then comes out and is holding what appears to be a black outfit. He hands it to you and sits back down on his chair before nodding at you to open it. You do as you are told and unfold the piece of clothing in your hands—a dress? There was pretty writing in gold, it said TOMAN on the back and Mikey written in gold right above the heart area.

“Is this…?”

“Mhm, Mikey’s old uniform when we were back in Toman.” Mitsuya says before fixing his glasses. “I tried to experiment with it a couple of times, and this is the last thing I was able to make. It should fit you as an oversized shirt.”

You hold the piece of clothing in your hand and nod at him, before darting your eyes towards your friend.

“What do I do with this?”

“His race is tomorrow. You already have a VIP pass to the front row, right?” You nod in response. “Cool, wear that and stand there. I’m very sure he will be very excited.”

It sounded like a reckless plan—crazy, even. But you were down for it as long as Manjiro knew that you felt the same, and that you were willing to try again with him in this timeline. You were ready to be lovers, it’s what fate decided for you both. And although it doesn’t always work out, during the two months of having known Mikey, you’ve come to accept the fact that you were his and he was yours.

No matter the circumstances, you always found your way back in each other’s lives.

--

Mikey loved his job more than anything in the world. He loved the adrenaline that comes with it, the confidence boost that he gets from hearing people—fans, and mostly his friends and family cheer for him, was immeasurable. He was the center of attention, and such a competitive person that all eyes fell on him the moment he gets on his bike. Like a kid being handed candy, Mikey finds pure joy in holding trophies at the end of every race, and some might think he is cocky for saying this—but he knew that today’s victory was going to be his.

He is getting ready to get on his bike, a heavy helmet in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He knows his manager is saying something, but he can’t really get himself to care enough to listen, mind thinking of far more important things.

He wonders how you are doing, after all it’s been a while since he last saw you and it makes him internally cringe. Avoidance was one of his worst traits, coming second to pushing people away from him. He doesn’t know what he should do about the whole situation, he is far too deep in it to be able to get out without you getting mad at him or worse—choosing not to be with him. But Manjiro is ready for whatever is thrown his way, he will fight back and try to win you ever. Even if his own fears can easily get the best of him at the worst of times.

The race starts, and Manjiro doesn’t stare at the crowd cheering for him. He knows it’s the usual—His siblings, grandpa and all of his friends cheering the name “Mikey!” over and over again. It wasn’t until the race ends and Mikey wins the first place that he decides to take off his helmet and flash the crowd his usual, toothy grin. It’s contagious, and he notices how his friends keep pointing down for him to notice something in the crowd—or rather, someone.

There you were, standing so close to him yet so far away—how did he not notice you from the very beginning? You looked adorable, and you were wearing something that looked way too familiar. The closer he got to you, the sooner he was able to confirm that it was his old Toman uniform. And you were wearing it as an oversized shirt, with what he hoped were shorts underneath.

He doesn’t miss the way his siblings and friends were snickering to themselves at his speechless state, but he chooses that he will throw a tantrum over that later. He has more important things to focus on—such as asking you what you were doing here, how did you get that? Does it mean that you weren’t mad at him?

Mikey knew he should be careful with the paparazzi, after all they were the type to make a huge deal out of anything—but he has never had any dating rumor. In fact, he would always shut down the idea and say that dating wasn’t for him. But now that you were standing in the crowd, looking especially adorable in his old uniform, he couldn’t really decide whether to protect you from the nasty fans or to hold you in his arms and show the public that his heart belonged to one person only.

He decides to be careful for the sake of your safety—flashes you a confident smile that has your face changing into a bright red color before giving him a curt nod which he returns. You could hear Kazutora and Baji fake gagging in the back at the sight of you two communicating silently, but you didn’t care anymore. Not when Mikey’s eyes spoke louder than any cheering you heard today.

You are patiently waiting for him next to his changing room, it’s where Emma told you to go. You appreciated that neither she, Izana nor Shinichiro teased you about being romantically involved with their brother. Though you did notice the smile that painted the older brother’s face at your nervousness, so he decides to speak up.

“I’m glad you found each other again.” So that’s what Mikey meant when he said that his brother was a time leaper too. Shinichiro knew about you two, but he trusted Takemichi to do the job of telling Manjiro about you.

You fiddle with your thumbs, leaning against the wall. You don’t have time to get lost in your thoughts before you see Mikey storming down the hallway and towards you, ridding himself of his jacket and all the equipment that was strapped onto him as a form of protection.

“Sir—“ His manager tries to get his attention, but Mikey raises a single hand to dismiss his efforts.

“Whatever it is, cancel it or tell them to wait. I have far more important things to do.” You flush at his words, and you’re about to say something yourself when Manjiro grabs your hand and opens the door to his changing room. He turns out and looks at his manager once again.

“No one’s allowed near my room for a while, okay?” His manager raises a questioning eyebrow.

“But sir, why-“

“It doesn’t take a genius to know why.” Mikey almost gives the man a deadpan look, and the manager seems to understand almost immediately and flushes before bowing his head and walking away in a hurry.

You are amused at how eager Mikey is about the whole situation, but you can’t deny that you feel nervous about being alone with him in his changing room. It’s fancy and private, exactly what you imagine Mikey to have since it’s not any different from his house.

Once the door is closed and locked, Mikey turns around to face you and he lets out a fascinated “wow”, eyes darting over the newest version of his old uniform.

“You like it?” Your voice is shy, and you feel small under his gaze as he takes a step closer to you. His hand reaches to grab the hem of your shirt and you see how his thumb grazes over the fabric. His eyes travel all the way up to your face before letting out a hum.

“Ask me again if I like it,” Manjiro’s voice is barely above a whisper, you feel his other hand grab your jaw.

“Do you like it?” You can’t finish the sentence properly before he’s yanking you towards him by your shirt, the hand that was holding the hem of your shirt resting on the small of your back. His nose brushes against yours, and his eyes dart over your face in search for any sign of hesitance or wanting him to pull away.

Instead, you’re a blushing mess. But there’s a proud grin on your face, and you’re biting your bottom lip in hopes of controlling it—Mikey thinks you look too pretty up close.

“I love it, a lot.” He brushes his lips against yours, pulls back when he feels you trying to kiss him properly and when you whine, he lets out a small chuckle.

“What? You wanna kiss me?” You don’t give him a verbal response, but you catch him off guard and capture his lips in a deep kiss. You can tell he is taken aback, but the hand that was resting on your back rests on your face and you almost feel yourself melting from him holding your face with both hands. The kiss is passionate and deep, and you feel yourself being backed up against the wall. You gasp when you feel him pin you there, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. His hands move down from your face to grip your hips, and when he pulls away, you’re a panting mess.

He rests his forehead against yours, taking in how your face is flushed and your eyes have a thin layer of lust coating them. He hums, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek before biting the skin there.

“I need to hear it.” And somehow, you don’t even have to ask him to know what he means.

“I’m yours, I wanna be yours.” He bites at your jaw, then asks you to say it again.

“Yours-“

“Fuck yeah, mine.” He gently nips at your neck, and you can’t think properly to tell him not to leave any love bites there. Again, you are reminded by how strong he is when he lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist, walking towards the couch. He lays you down there, and when you see him get down on his knees, you start panicking.

“Manjiro, you don’t have to-“ he grabs your hand and places it on his crotch, and your lips part in shock when you feel the bulge in his pants. Already? Just from making out? Your face was burning enough.

“Feel that? Yeah, I have to.” You let him take off your shoes for you, and let out a surprised squeal when he rids you of your shorts and panties in one go. You hear him groan at the sight, shamelessly spreading your legs wider for him before pressing a kiss to the back of your thigh.

“Can smell you from here, sweet thing.” His voice is raspy, and you only nod in response while licking your lips. Your hands grab at the hem of your shirt and you’re ready to pull it over your head before Mikey stops you.

“Keep it. Wanna fuck you in it.” You feel dizzy at his words. You’ve always known that Mikey was confident but this was a whole new person, not that you were complaining.

Manjiro presses a few loving kisses on your inner thighs before getting to your pussy where he stares at it for a few moments. You don’t have to feel self-conscious, he doesn’t let you as he presses his nose against the patch of pubes sitting right above where you wanted him the most. He parts your pussy lips with his fingers, and swipes his tongue over your folds, smiling when you give that adorable gasp over the initial contact. His thumb pulls the hood of your clit, before pressing his tongue against it. And when he sees the way you squirm and try to move away, he knows he’s doing a good job. His tongue assaults your clit over and over again—kissing, sucking and humming against the sensitive bud as his middle and ring finger push past your folds. You are far too gone to react properly to the intrusion, sitting up with a flushed face and uncontrollable moans leaving your lips.

Your stomach twitches and relaxes a couple of times, and Mikey can tell you are trying not to cum fast. So he curls his fingers up, grazing that one spot that has you covering your mouth and throwing your head back. He keeps finger fucking you at the same angle and pace, grinning to himself when your breathing stutters and you cum around his fingers, gushing so sweetly with the prettiest moans leaving your lips.

Mikey is back on his feet almost immediately, the fucked out look on your face making him groan to himself as he pulls his pants down enough to free his cock from its confines. It’s pretty, has a slight curve to it and the tip is flushed red. Your mouth waters at the sight, hands squeezing your boobs while staring up at him, begging him to put it in your mouth.

“Not today, baby,” he reaches for a random drawer next to him and pulls out a condom. You don’t have to question him before he’s wrapping it around his cock. “Today is all about you.”

It was pretty ironic considering the pathetic moan he lots out the moment he pushes himself inside you. Your pussy welcomes him with so much ease, and you wrap your legs around him to pull him impossibly closer to you. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss when he starts to move his hips against yours.

“Oh fuck baby, you feel good.” Manjiro says against your lips and you can only moan in response, the angle at which he is fucking you knocking the wind out of your chest. You are already feeling dizzy enough from the sheer force of his thrusts, but when you pull your legs up on his shoulders, Mikey gives you a look that could only mean trouble.

You gasp in surprise when he lifts up your hips, pushing your upper body deeper into the couch and he starts fucking you hard. His hips are driving into yours so harshly that you feel the couch move with every movement and the sounds—fuck, you just hope that the room is soundproof because the cries you are letting out along with Mikey’s occasional groans of “fuck yeah” “that’s it, take it.” Are straight up pornographic.

Your hands try to cling onto his shoulders, but settle on his muscular arms. You feel the muscle flex under your fingers, and you feel a little embarrassed that feeling his strength was what tipped you over the edge. You cum around him with a loud yelp, body stuttering and shuddering against his. You try to cling onto him for support, throwing your head back when you feel him press his thumb against your clit. You whine in overstimulation.

“I can’t—fuck, I can’t!”

“Oh yes you can, come on baby, make me proud.” Your eyes roll to the back of his head at the overwhelming sensation of his cock bullying its way inside along with his thumb over your clit. You think it’s humanly impossible to cum again in such a short amount of time, but you do it. Mikey pulls it out of you and this time, he collapses on top of you as you both reach your orgasms at the same time.

You think it’s magical, your fingers resting at the back of his head to brush the few hairs there. You feel him pant against your skin and hum, pressing a few kisses there.

“Need to clean you up,” you giggle at how sleepy he sounds but nod anyway.

“Yes, you do.”

“Can I just do it with my mouth?” You gasp in terror, trying to push his heavy body off of you.

“No! I’m too sensitive.” You feel him pout against your skin, but he gets off of you and traces his hands over your lower body.

“I like you like this, you’re so pretty.” Mikey reaches his hand up and pinches one of your nipples, making you gasp and smack his hand.

“Manjiro, keep your hands to yourself.” You see his eye twitch at your comment, and suddenly he flips you on all fours and smacks your ass harshly.

“Face down, I need to taste you again.”

2023 ; all works belong to @ slttygeto. do not repost my works on any other platofrm.

[mikeysonly]

Anything For You - Manjiro (Mikey) Sano

♡ yo why am I BLUSHING over this ofmgjjfjdjdjdj. I hope u enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I’m literally crying bc why is he not real.

♡♥︎♡♥︎♡

“Oi, Y/N-chan! You here?” Mikey’s voice echoed through the apartment as he stepped inside, his shoes squeaking slightly against the wooden floor as he slid them off.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Not when you were furiously swiping through your phone, determined not to explode.

The reason? The now empty taiyaki box on the kitchen counter.

Your precious stash of sweet, golden fish shaped treats was gone. Devoured. Every single one.

Mikey had been here earlier, promising he’d “just take one.” You should’ve known better. The moment his eyes landed on those fluffy pastries, they were doomed.

“Y/N?” His voice grew closer.

You huffed, making a quick decision. Your lock screen had been a picture of Mikey pulling a goofy face, something that always softened your mood no matter how upset you were with him. Not this time. You quickly swapped it out for a panel from your favorite manga one of your comfort characters staring wistfully into the distance.

Anything to stop yourself from immediately biting Mikey’s head off when he inevitably gave you his “But I was hungryyyy!” excuse.

“Ah, there you are.” His messy blonde head peeked through the doorway, his grin as radiant as ever. “I missed you!”

“You know what I miss?” you deadpanned. “My taiyaki.”

Mikey blinked, caught off guard for a moment before laughing nervously. “Oh… uh… you noticed that…?”

“You literally ate them all, Mikey.”

“It was calling my name!” he protested, throwing his arms up dramatically. “You can’t just leave taiyaki lying around and expect me not to—”

You shot him a glare. “Stop. Right. There.”

He pouted. “C’mon, Y/N, you know I can’t NOT eat them…”

“I know you can’t resist it,” you shot back. “That’s why I bought extras this time! And you still ate all of them!”

His face fell, and for a second, you thought he might apologize. But no, this was Mikey. Instead, he suddenly squinted at you, his sharp eyes locking onto your pocket as you shoved your phone into it.

“What was that?” he asked suspiciously.

“What was what?” you replied, feigning innocence.

“Your phone. Gimme.”

Before you could stop him, Mikey lunged forward, snatching the device from your pocket.

“Hey!” You tried to grab it back, but he was too quick.

He unlocked the screen, and his jaw dropped. “What the hell is this?”

You sighed, already regretting your decision. “It’s a picture of someone from my favorite manga.”

“But it’s not me!” Mikey practically whined, holding the phone up as if it offended him. “Why’d you replace me with this guy?”

“He’s kind and generous,” you said matter of factly. “You damn taiyaki thief.”

Mikey looked utterly betrayed, clutching your phone to his chest like you’d stabbed him in the heart. “I can’t believe this. You replaced me with a manga guy because I ate your snacks?”

“Yes, and I’d do it again!” you countered, crossing your arms.

His face scrunched up, his pout deepening. “You’re so mean, Y/N. I thought I was your favorite.”

“You’re my favorite headache,” you muttered under your breath.

“Hey, I heard that!”

“—And reason for starvation”

“Y/N!”

You couldn’t help it, you started laughing. The sight of Mikey sulking like a child was too much.

“Okay, okay,” you said, holding out your hand. “Give me the phone. I’ll change it back.”

Mikey hesitated, his lips twitching as if he wanted to argue. But then, he handed it over. “It better be my cutest picture.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you teased, scrolling through your photo gallery.

“There,” you said, showing him the screen.

Mikey’s eyes lit up, his grin returning. “That’s more like it.”

“Happy now?”

“Not yet,” he said, stepping closer. Before you could react, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Mikey!” you protested, your voice muffled against his chest.

“Listen, I’m sorry I ate your taiyaki,” he surrendered, his tone softer now. “And thanks for putting up with me. I’ll buy you more tomorrow, promise.”

You sighed, giving in to his embrace. “Fine.. But get extra custard ones for me.”

“No promises,” he replied. “Anko is waaaay better than that shit.”

“YOU DON’T EVEN LIKE CUSTARD AND YOU STILL ATE THEM ALL?!”

[fla-ves]

Cutie pie 🩷

He’s so cute 🥺 I love him

[gojosoreos]

dark impulses 🖤

[string-invisible]

𝐿𝛰𝑉𝐸 𝑌𝛰𝑈 𝑇𝛰 𝑇𝛨𝐸 𝛭𝛰𝛰𝛮 𝛬𝛮𝐷 𝑇𝛰

𝑆𝛬𝑇𝑈𝑅𝛮.

𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑠.

𝛭. 𝑆. 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟.

𝑆𝛭𝛬𝑈.

[yanderederee]

Congratulations!!!!!

Tokyo Revengers, Mikey

letter N

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Mikey does his best not to lose his temper with his s/o. He’s either ominously quiet, or obnoxiously affectionate to avoid being harsh on you.

It’s not very hard to piss him off; you can easily make him jealous by talking to anyone who isn’t him, make a rude comment you obviously don’t mean, etc.

If he feels like you needed to learn a lesson, he makes sure to give you a chance to redeem your mistakes. “Last chance y/nnchin… take it back…. You won’t? … fine.”

Unlike Izana, Manjiro doesn’t have the heart to hurt you. He would kill anyone who dared to lift a finger against you. He protects you from everyone, especially himself. He might have trouble controlling his dark impulses, but he refuses to let you be amongst the casualties.

Everyone else, however, is free game. Your closest friends will begin disappearing, your immediate and intermediate family befalling unfortunate accidents… everyone who you associate with will begin to avoid you or curse you for the things Mikey has done or will do to them.

Manjiro tries not to kill people if he can. He can and would, but he prefers to give you a chance to fix your wrong doings before he punishes you so deeply.

An example, if you tried confronting him about these disappearances, and try leaving him as a result, you’ll be soon be faced with a younger sibling, screaming and crying for you to help them. Mikey has their leg under his foot, pushing down hard enough for a bone cracking snap. “Last chance darling~ say you love me or break the other one…”

His eyes are void of all guilt, the child’s curdling wails for help sending you into such an extreme shock, you can’t deny him.

He knew you didn’t really want to leave him, you just forget what leaving him would mean.

[bvnnichu]

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 ft. sano manjiro

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: you'd invited your boyfriend over for the first time, only for him to end up grinding against your ass in your sleep.

𝐜𝐰 ! 18+ nsfw (mdni), swearing, closeted pervert mikey, somnophilia, marking, grinding, unprotected sex, gagging, petnames, creampie, cum eating, mention of second round.

𝐚/𝐧: ik these aren't headcannons like I promised but I got too carried away 😞 hope y'guys still enjoy. first time with ran is otw so watch out for that!!

Mikey couldn't sleep. All he could think about was the way your short little skirt kept riding up your thighs when you walked, perky nipples hardened against the thin fabric of your tanktop, how your ass was on full display for him to see when you bent over to get something you dropped. Fuck, were you teasing him on purpose?

He looked over to his side where you were sleeping, looking ever so peaceful. His already hard dick throbbed at the thought of your plush thighs, only dreaming of being squeezed in between them. He gulped, scooting over closer to where you were laying. He brushed some hair out of your face, your soft plush lips only clouding his thoughts on how they'd feel around his tip.

He felt you up your torso, hand roaming your body desperately while he was leaving lustful kisses on the base of your neck. You wouldn't mind right? Especially since you were the cause of the state he's in right now. Your eyebrows were furrowed, but you had no particular signs of waking up. His hands slid down your lower back to the plush of your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze while his lips were busy marking your neck. His lips released the skin of your neck with a saliva connecting the both, hands already making quick work of your panties. He slid them down just above your knees, flipping your skirt up to give him a better view.

His dick jumped at the sight of your plush ass, his tip leaking with precum from being erect for so long. He bit back a moan, hands quickly finding and grabbing onto your ass. He gave them a few squeezes, laying down next to you to start pulling down his trousers. He pulled them down along with his boxer's, grinding himself against the soft flesh of your ass. He thanked the gods that you were still asleep, but he wouldn't mind if you woke up to his horny ass grinding against your bare ass. He pulled you up by your waist a bit further, making you arch your back and giving him the perfect angle to slide into your gummy cunt.

He rubbed his slender finger along your entrance, spreading arousal across your pussy lips. He then lined himself up with your entrance, too impatient for proper foreplay. He pushed inside your tight cunt, panting heavily with how hard you were clenching. He lifted your leg up for better access, making sliding his dick into you much easier. He bit down on your shoulder to suppress his moans, eyes going to the back of his skull from how good your pussy felt.

You stirred awake from so much movement, only to feel his dick wrecking your insides with every thrust. He was thrusting into you like a rabbit in heat, head thrown back into the pillow with his eyes shut closed. His mouth agape, occasionally letting out soft moans and grunts. His hand was on your hips, the other holding your leg up so he could reach even deeper.

"m-mikey—" your words were cut off by a loud moan you let out when you felt him hit your cervix. "fuck darlin'— couldn't h-help myself" his words were shaky from how hard he was thrusting, but despite that you could still make out what he was saying. You'd never expected this from Mikey, your sweet boyfriend who'd get flustered with the slightest of touches. Who'd been so iffy about physical touch itself. But despite that, you couldn't lie how fucking hot this was and how much it had your pussy throbbing and gushing over his hard shaft.

"'m close!" You squealed out, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. "fuck— cum f'me, princess,"

You released all over his cock, a mixture of your arousal and his precum dripping down onto the sheets. He his freehand around your neck to reach for your mouth, shoving his fingers inside to silence your loud moans. You gagged around his fingers, fueling him to absolutely go feral. He thrusted a few more times before finishing inside of you, cum painting your insides white. He pulled out with a groan, more cum spilling onto the bedsheets below you. He removed his fingers from your mouth with a string of saliva attaching to it, making his way to your pussy to shove that same finger inside.

"gotta make sure you waste none" he said cheekily, making you roll your eyes despite your cheeks being warmed by embarrassment. You turned around, taking his fingers out of you only to put them back inside your mouth, sucking on them while staring at him with sparkly doe eyes. His eyes widened, and you felt something poking against your thigh. You removed his fingers then deadpanned at him, only causing him to flash you a cheeky grin back. God, he really can't get enough of you.

© 𝐁𝐕𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐔 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 — 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃.

[keiry]

Mikey hcs that no one asked for 😋

If yall are sleeping in the same bed HE WILL rub his cold ahh feet against your leg

When kazutora went to jail he fell asleep and woke up to kazutora staring at his feet (it was a dream) he woke up screaming

Slapped his grandpa when he was sleeping to see how it felt to slap someone

Made out with the wall to practice how to kiss

Once screamed so loud that the whole neighborhood heard it

Messed up his hair so bad once that he had to go bald

Has crunchy coughs

Farts in his sleep….

Sucks on his big toe when he’s laying down

Has burn marks on his ear because Emma tried to curl his hair

He likes getting those little star clips getting clipped into his hair

And Enjoys it when someone plays and his hair

@chifuyuskilikili @hrts4kk 😋

[joonipertree]

Michael

Tags: Fluff, crack, absolutely stupid. Enjoy.

"michael"

a blank stare.

"michael manjiro." you said and promptly burst out laughing, leaning against your boyfriend who simply turned back to Draken and continued talking, face on his palm and body not budging at your weight.

toman chose not to mention your maniacal snorts and the uncharacteristic way their leader didn't pay attention to his partner.  The one person he looked at every time he talked to them, the person he would give his food to, the person that he has any inclination in taking care of. 

If there was a fight going on, they weren't getting involved. If a breakup was to happen, they would need a way to steer a sunken ship that would have their captain dangling from the side. Mikey and you fought but it was never public, nor did it last more than it takes you time to bat your eyes and cling to him. 

"Can I please for the love of god ask what's so funny? Mikey looks two seconds away from murdering kenny." Emma was the only one who had the guts to ask.

You got off mikey's back and stared at his side profile that was indeed glaring daggers at the vice captain. ooooh, you didn't realise there was trouble in paradise.

"Oh my god, Kenchin did something? In this economy? To you? How exciting."

"I didn't do anything, he's not mad….he's just taking his frustrations out on me because he's fucking soft for you.”

“You sound whipped, bro.” You said with a snort. “Couldn’t be me.”

A hand comes to squish your cheeks together. Your boyfriend finally looks you dead in the eyes, expression blank but edges soft. Your pout was even more puckered up and you made kissy sounds to ask for love.

The boy didn't budge.

How fucking dare he.

"What's my name?" Mikey was not going to let this go.

“Michael."

"It is not."

"That's what Mikey is short for." 

"what the fuck is this conversation?" emma murmured.

“I’ll give you a kiss if you call me anything but that white boy trash name." 

Your lips quirked up, "Michael Manjiro." and you were back to giggling uncontrollably.

Toman had never seen Mikey give you a stare that unamused, you were his baby so of course he could never feel anything but complete and utter adoration for you.

 He was still adoring, considering his rough calloused hands cradled your face but the vein popping out did not hide his irritation. 

“No.”

“I said your birth name, I have done nothing wrong.”

“You barely call me Manjiro, it’s always when you’re serious. You are most definitely not serious right now.”

“Michael Manjiro is a meticulously crafted name that was forged from what’s yours to sound like the name of the dude from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. How is that not serious?”

“It has been three days, please for the love of god, call me anything else.” The gang never thought they’d hear their leader sound that desperate.

 They’ve seen him cling to you and literally stop a fight just so he could go and hang out with you. They have seen many sides of Michael since you two started dating. But they have never heard their commander beg. They didn’t even realise he was capable of that and that you held all the power in Tokyo simply for being you. 

The fear they had for you had grown, wondering if this was a torture device that  could be used against them when an enemy attacks. Were you the enemy? Were you the devil toying with a poor man’s heart? Should they be worshiping you now??

“Mmmm, okay bro.”

And with that, they saw the fall of the most feared gang leader in Tokyo. The Invincible Mikey had been left for dead. 

You squish his face.

"my lil baby, why you so angy huh? is it cuz I called you a thing that lives in the sewers?" 

mikey felt his body melt at the pet name, leaning against your palms and deciding to ignore the second statement.

something caught his eye though.

both his hands cupped your face and you shut your eyes to enjoy how big and warm they were. he was always engulfing in his love, never scared to radiate his feelings onto you. 

mikey told you once that he had a chance to live a new life and he wanted to feel unapologetically. you loved that his feelings for you were felt with no hesitation. 

"is this some weird mating ritual?" hanma asked with his usual disgusted tone.

your hands squished your boyfriend's cheek harder in defiance. 

mikey swiped his thumb under your eyes, the pressure soothing your tight skin and making your cheeks relax completely.

"when was the last time you slept, love?" 

oh fuck.

"last night." You said in a meek voice.

mikey hummed and his thumb caressed the apple of your cheeks gently and you hoped if you stayed still long enough that he'd forget about you.

"how long?"

ofc he'd never forget u. fuck him and his undying love for you.

"the appropriate amount of time." 

he said your full name with a warning tone and your bottom lip wobbled because my god, mikey using anyone's proper name? unheard of.

"there you are, I was looking for you." a voice chimed in just as you were praying to the eldritch gods. chifuyu had earned himself the title of best friend right then and there. a blessing from the universe, your saviour. 

"what volume are you on now? are you done with the manga?

you hoped michael killed him.

your boyfriend stared at you, daring you to answer the question. you could just lie but in any case, you had been found out. mikey knew how you functioned. if a manga was good enough, you would sacrifice sleep and all worldly possessions to finish it.

"I did finish it." you mumbled, begging fuyu to read the room.

"in three days? god, it took me a week. so tell me---" 

mikey threw a shoe at chifuyu, it landed square in the face. 

[baby-tini]

Manjiro Play-fighting hcs

Manjiro is pretty big on play-fighting, not only is it fun but also helps sharpen his martial arts. He play-fights with mostly Draken and Baji but you cause him the most fun.

Play-fighting mostly happens in the privacy of closed doors but he does often like to pick you up and toss you around in public but only around his friends. Weight isn't a problem for him, as we know, he's inhumanly strong. Although, if you're self-conscious, he'll just take to playing and not picking you up.

Manjiro can be very competitive when play-fighting with you, he does sometimes take things more seriously. As in, he'll pin you down harder than necessary and has hit harder on accident but he did apologize with tons of kisses and (half-eaten) dorayaki.

Mikey rarely lets you pin him, he thinks it's unfair to lie to you and will help you indirectly learn self-defense. He'll let you throw him around to please you but he's always victorious in the end.

Sometimes it can lead to... hotter moments. He likes the useless struggle you put up, it puts him in a more dominant head-space and he'll even piss you off by sucking at your neck and mocking you.

I can see Mikey having a bit of an ego because he's so strong so if he's in the mood to play-fight and you aren't he'll start to taunt you by wrapping an arm around you and pinning you to him till you break and try to fight back.

He'll pin your hands above your head while you're on his bed and stare you down as he leans closer and closer until you kick him off and he whines, saying that you really hurt him (no you didn't, he's a baby.)

[metranart]

Dating Mikey be like… 💐

[mikeysonly]

“You’re Safe With Me” - Manjiro (Mikey) Sano

♡ uhuhu soft toman mikey saving u again. y/n is afab as usual but change it in ur head if u want. I can’t stop writing for him aaaa I’m losing it >_< enjoy.

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Y/N hastened her pace, clutching her bag tightly against her chest. She never meant to involve herself. It was supposed to be a quiet evening after work, but when she saw the group of gang members cornering the elementary school boy in the alley, she couldn’t just walk away.

Now, she regretted it.

“Now where the hell do you think you’re off to, princess?” one of the men spat.

Y/N froze, her heart hammering. “I..- I wasn’t doing anything,” she stammered, her voice trembling.

“Bullshit,” another snapped, circling her. “We saw you. Yelling like that. Trying to play the hero? Who the fuck do you think you are, princess?”

Her knees felt weak. “I just..-“

The leader laughed, loud and cruel. “You hear that? She thought we’d listen to her. Cute.”

He stepped closer, his shadow looming over her. Y/N backed up instinctively.

“You’ve got nerve, princess I’ll give you that,” he said.

One of the other men snickered. “What should we do with her?”

Y/N’s throat tightened as she scanned the empty street. No one was around. There was no way out. She couldn’t fight them; she could barely stand. Her mind, a storm of panic, but that’s when another voice cut through the chaos.

“You’re gonna back the fuck off.”

It was quiet. Steady. But it carried a weight that silenced the group in an instant.

The gang turned, their expressions shifting immediately.

Standing at the mouth of the alley was Mikey. His hands were in his pockets, his blonde hair easily recognizable under the dull light. His Toman jacket was draped casually over his shoulders, the black and gold fabric all too evident. But it was the unmistakable manji symbol on the back and on his arm that made the gang members freeze.

“Shit,” one of them muttered. “That’s Mikey. Toman Mikey.”

The leader’s grip on Y/N tightened as he sneered. “I don’t give a shit. He’s just one guy.”

“Try me,” Mikey said, his tone flat.

The leader shoved Y/N toward one of his men and stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. “You think you can take us on by yourself?”

Y/N gasped as Mikey moved, quicker than her eyes could comprehend. His foot connected with the leader’s jaw, the impact echoing through the alley. The man crumpled instantly, out cold before he hit the ground.

The others stepped back, panic across their faces.

“We don’t want trouble, Mikey,” one of them stammered. “We didn’t know she was with you.”

Mikey’s gaze swept over them, cold and unforgiving. “You know who I am, and you still thought this was a good idea?”

“N-No, we-”

“Get lost,” Mikey said, his voice low but laced with enough malice to scare even the toughest gang members.

The men didn’t need to be told twice. They dropped the leader’s body and scrambled out of the alley.

Y/N stood frozen, her legs trembling. Mikey turned to her, his expression softening instantly.

“You okay?” he asked, stepping closer.

She nodded shakily, though her legs felt like jelly. “I… I think so.”

“You’re shaking,” Mikey said, his gaze sweeping over her. “Where are you hurt?”

Y/N blinked, touching her face. Only then did she notice the sting on her cheek. “I… I guess?”

Mikey frowned, taking her hand gently. “Come with me.”

She didn’t protest as he led her through the quiet streets, his presence steady and grounding. They reached his apartment not long after, and Mikey guided her to the couch.

“Sit,” he said and disappeared into the bathroom.

When he returned, he had a first aid kit in hand. He kneeled in front of her.

“You don’t have to…-” She mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You’ve got a cut,” Mikey said, dabbing at her cheek with a warm cloth. His movements were precise, gentle.

Y/N watched him in silence, his face serene, but something in the tension of his jaw gave him away.

"You shouldn't put yourself into situations like that,” he said finally, his voice soft yet firm.

"I know," she whispered. "But I just couldn't do nothing and stand there."

Mikey let out a sigh, his head shaking slightly. "You're way too kind, you know. It's dangerous as hell at night.”

When he finished, he set the cloth aside and sat back on his heels, studying her. “Promise me you’ll be more careful next time.”

“I promise,” she said softly, her cheeks warming under his gaze.

Mikey stood, motioning toward his bed. “You’re sleeping next to me tonight.”

Her eyes widened. “I can’t..-”

"You can," he said so firmly that further discussion was no longer an option. "Go."

Too tired to care, she pulled the covers up and sank under them. A second later, hardly having time to realize what he was doing, Mikey slid in beside her, settling there as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"You don't mind, do you?" he asked quietly.

“No,” she replied, her cheeks warming. “It’s… nice.”

Mikey offered a faint smile, his arm draping over her as he pulled her closer.

“Go to sleep,” he whispered.

For the first time that night, Y/N felt a sense of safety. As her eyes began to close, she heard him murmur,

“You’re safe with me.”

[izanacore]

Can we have Mikey x reader period edition :(? I’m in so much pain and I think reading smth like this will bring comfort for me and help me with my cramps :((

“little things” | manjiro sano x reader

one- shot 𓂃⋆.˚

ticket #003

synopsis: mikey takes gentle care of y/n during her period, from running errands to soothing her through the pain and tears—showing her love in every small, quiet way.

characters: manjiro “mikey” sano, fem!reader

warnings: fluff, comfort, emotional vulnerability

notes: emergency reqs!! i don’t usually write reqs immediately—some take weeks. but i’ll write this for you right away, anon. hope you feel better. <3 this one is just short, btw!

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the soft hum of the grocery store still lingered in mikey’s ears as he stepped into the apartment, arms full of snacks and the little things y/n asked for—chocolate, heat patches, pads, and her favorite juice. he wasn’t new to this. growing up with emma taught him a lot, so picking up period essentials for his girlfriend was second nature by now.

“y/n, baby, i’m home,” he called out gently, slipping off his shoes and heading toward the living room where she’d been when he left. but it was empty.

his brows furrowed.

he made his way to the bedroom, and the sight nearly broke him.

there she was, curled up on the bed like a tiny ball, her frame trembling lightly from the cramps. mikey’s heart clenched. she was sweating even though the room was comfortably cool, and she looked like she was barely holding it together.

“baby…” he whispered, rushing to her side and easing her back against the pillows. his hand brushed the damp strands of hair from her forehead.

her eyes fluttered open, glassy and pained. “mikey…”

“shh, it’s okay,” he soothed, his thumb gently caressing her cheek. “i’m here now. i’m so sorry i left you alone, princess…”

he kissed her forehead softly, lingering for a second before pulling back. “just stay right here, okay? i’ll run you a bath. you’ll feel better in no time.”

y/n gave the tiniest nod, her body too exhausted to speak. and just like that, mikey was gone for a second, sprinting to the bathroom to start a warm bath, making sure the water was just the right temperature—not too hot, not too cold. he even lit one of her favorite candles, the lavender one she always said helped her relax.

when he came back, he didn’t say anything—just scooped her up into his arms with the gentlest touch, like she was made of glass. he held her so carefully, carrying her to the bathroom, whispering soft nothings along the way.

“i’ve got you, love,” he said as he slowly undressed her, making sure she felt safe the entire time. his fingers moved with the utmost care, and once she was settled in the water, he knelt beside the tub and started washing her hair. he massaged her scalp so tenderly.

he washed her body, too—light touches and sweet murmurs filling the steamy air. not a hint of lust. just love. pure, overwhelming love.

when the bath was over, mikey dried her off with the fluffiest towel, wrapping her up like a little burrito before carrying her back to the bedroom. “do you wanna wear your favorite pajamas?” he asked, eyes crinkling as he smiled down at her.

y/n gave a weak nod, lips pouting a little. “and your hoodie…”

mikey chuckled, heart melting at the sight.

he helped her dress, moving slowly and with so much care. she felt fresh, warm, and safe—wrapped in her boyfriend’s hoodie and the quiet love he always gave so freely.

“i’ll grab your snacks and dry your hair while you eat, okay?” mikey said gently, tipping her chin up to steal a soft kiss. y/n melted into it, the way she always did when he kissed her like that—sweet and slow, like he had all the time in the world just for her.

a few minutes later, mikey came back with his arms full of her favorite snacks, setting them down with a proud little grin. “i bought your faves,” he said, and y/n smiled sleepily, already reaching for her comfort food.

while she sat up in bed, eating and watching him with soft eyes, mikey grabbed the hairbrush and dryer. he settled beside her and started brushing her hair with careful hands, then dried it gently, always mindful not to tug or rush. his fingers were soft against her scalp, his touch patient, and every now and then, he tucked a piece behind her ear just to see her cheeks glow.

“gonna tie it back, alright?” he said softly, gathering her hair into a loose ponytail. the way he focused, the way his brow furrowed just a little—it made her heart squeeze. mikey wasn’t just doing this for her, he was doing it with love in every motion.

he set the brush down and reached for the heating pad, warming it just enough before carefully placing it over her lower stomach. “there… that should help, baby.”

when she was done eating, y/n scooted closer without a word and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his chest like she was trying to hide from the world. mikey responded instantly, holding her tight, his palm smoothing up and down her back.

“mikey…” she whispered.

he glanced down. “hm?”

silence.

then he felt it—her shoulders trembling, quiet sniffles muffled against his hoodie.

“hey, baby…” he said, voice full of concern as he cupped her face gently, brushing away her tears. “what’s wrong?”

“i don’t know,” she said with a shaky breath. “i just… i just wanna cry.”

her voice cracked, and the sobs came, soft but heartbreaking.

mikey didn’t tease or question. he just smiled gently, pressing her face to his shoulder, cradling the back of her head as he held her close and rocked her slightly.

“shhh… i’ve got you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her hair.

she clung to him, crying quietly. and in the middle of it all, she whispered, “i love you so much, mikey…”

he kissed her head again, arms holding her like she was something precious. “and i love you even more,” he murmured, his voice full of warmth.

no matter how overwhelmed she felt, no matter how many tears spilled—when mikey was there, with his arms around her and love in his voice, the world always felt just a little softer.

and in that moment, y/n knew—she didn’t need to be strong all the time. not when she had him.