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[ichigopanhpff]

Tokyo Revengers Ep 5 Tenjiku Character Songs

You read right: Some of the Tenjiku boys will have their own character songs sung by their VAs! It will be released on 12/20.

The song lists are as follows:

Butterfly Effect/Kurokawa Izana To be sung by Shimasaki Nobunaga

Steady Go/Kakucho To be sung by Yamashita Seiichiro

Distorted Love/Kisaki Tetta To be sung by Morikubo Shotaro

CIRCUS IN THE DARK/Hanma Shuji To be sung by Eguchi Takuya

The previous versions have had most of the main Toman boys, Mizo 5, Hina, Naoto and Yuzuha. I'm excited to hear what kinds of songs these will be. I'm sure there will be a Ep 6 with the Haitanis (I foresee a Deadmau5/Skrillex-style EDM song with that Roppongi vibe, given that's what Rindou likes), Kawatas and Sanzu.

Source: Twitter

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Rindou looks like he's in such deep thought here in the anime. He's questioning all his life choices rn

[lilypatchkins]

5.16.24 sketching session

[violettierre]

My haitani father Shio headcanon is just a bit too funny cuz of how well it works that it sounds like a waste of perfect canon idea and crossover for both of wakui's works.

Aside from the obvious physical features very very obvious, identical eyes, nose, blonde eyebrows, rindou's face form, ran's hair color palette and (arguably) bonten hair style, blah blah i mean just look a the pictures below, you can also bring up any fact from either manga and add it to the hc and it fits in just SO WELL, i'll give the first example, The Haitanis are very obviously rich spoiled kids like have you seen their apartment? They have a fucking dj set, only rich kids with neglective powerful parents will have no problem paying for that, just saying, and even though i love him let's be real Shio is the type to be that parent, i mean cmon he's rich like crazy rich (filthy yakuza money yum yum) he tots would give his children WAY more than enough allowance so they can leave him alone, also the way they act, i've always the Haitanis were the type of kids that think they own the school cuz their dad is rich .

Nvm if this never becomes canon or both universes don't collide, it's just so entertaining to keep connecting the dots that were likely never there, like how Rindou is a heavy drinker cuz his father drank alot with the rest of the Yotsurugis and he tried to imitate him from a young age that it became an unhealthy habit or if you want to add more drama he only drinks cuz he looks up to his father but Shio favors Ran cuz he can posssibly succeed him (canon power complex) so Rindou resorted to drinking cuz it's the only thing like his dad that he can do. Heck yeah i made it angsty!!!

You can also add great context to his fear of Yakuza, picture this, when he was a kid he got up in the middle of night after hearing a loud noise to search for his parents and witnessed Shio (canon Yakuza) pew pew-ing some poeple and surrounded with scary men, that probably scarred him for life that he was so terrified when Kakucho got them interfering with some, OH OH something just came to mind, if he's the son of a yakuza yeah he didn't wanna clash with other yakuza families cuz it can end in a blood shed and risk his and his family's lives.

And i'm gonna add this one not very small detail and i swear i'll shut up (for now), i know it's just a stupid headcanon that is very far from becoming reality and i don't have to take it this deep but hear me out, why their last name is Haitani and not Yotsurugi like their dad, Shio is powerful and have many enemies right ? So he simply decided to protect his children and their identity by giving them another last name likely their mother's (yk like minato with naruto style plan ?) So Haitani is actually their mom's family name. I rest my case. Thank you for coming to my useless ted talk.

[kissesforsatoru]

Hi! Can I ask for some headcanons of Mikey and Izana taking an interest in the sibling of one of their gang members? After all it's a peak sibling behaviour to be given away to their brother's crazy boss like some sacrificial lamb.

MIKEY, IZANA x READER (separate)

₊˚⌗ mikey and izana taking an interest in one of their gang member’s sibling.

⤷ cw : general yandere themes, potential kidnapping??? implied forced relationships (i kept it vague, so it’s up to personal preference, really)

notes : i said i would start getting requests and i know, i know, it’s been a few days since then, but look! i got this done for you guys :) it is definitely not my best work though, so keep that in mind

mikey : your older brother so happened to piss mikey off, you heard vaguely something about giving up critical intel to a rivaling gang without even realizing he was doing it, your idiot brother. since it wasn't intentional, mikey decided to take care of it himself by coming to your house to try and settle a deal with your brother.

you heard the commotion and listened through the door their conversation, and just when it was getting a little bit interesting, a little bit heated too, you pressed to hard against the door not knowing it wasn't closed all the way causing you to fall right into the floor in front of mikey and your brother.

"oh? who's this, huh?" mikey asks in a low tone, one bordering on amused as he looks away from you and at your brother, smirking. you only stare dumbfounded, still stiff on the floor from such an embarrassing give away to your eves dropping while your brothers eyes widen as he looks between you and mikey nervously.

"mikey, they don't have anything to do with this. they were just listening in cause they don't know how to mind their fucking business, alright? this is between you and me," your brother chokes out, sounding desperate. you scoff offendedly at the jab out you being nosey; who the hell wouldn't be nosy when their brother got his ass into some trouble with a gang leader?

your annoyance with your brother dissipates when mikey bends down in front of you, his hand coming to grab at your chin, moving your face from side to side as he looks at you.

"you're pretty, aren't you?" he whispers more to himself than anyone else in the room, but you still heard him, and you gulp in anticipation, lips parting afterwards to breath in more air because you feel suffocated under his gaze.

"you know, i can forget all about your little mess up if you let me have your sibling..." mikey suggests, an almost threatening tone laced within his words. you inhale sharply as your stomach whirls and your heartbeat races. your brother gives you a sympathetic look, and you know then that there's no way getting out of this.

izana : it was chance that he met you, the younger sibling to one of his lower ranked gang members. you weren't supposed to be at the docks, but you followed your brother one night who had foolishly led you straight into the prying, lustful eyes of other gang members of whom you had the misfortune to catch the eye of. the commotion caught izana's attention, and from that moment you'd trapped yourself in a corner to be stalked and analyzed by a predator waiting for the right moment to pounce.

you really were like a deer in headlights that night, stumbling shyly into the center of the docks for all to see. your brother stood staring wide eyed at you, hissing about why the fuck you were there and how you should be asleep at home, but izana was quick to shush him.

"why the hell are you getting mad when you were the insolent fuck who got followed, huh?" he grits, glaring at your brother, daring him to say another word. when your brother bites his tongue and looks away shamefully, izana turns to you with a softer expression on his face.

"it's dangerous for you to be around here at night, you know? do you even know what kind of place you walked yourself into?" he asks, a lilt of amusement in his voice as he watches you curl into yourself, your hands grasping at the hem of your shirt tightly.

"i just-" you start, a nervous wobble in your voice as you realize the kind of situation you've found yourself in, "my brother- i just wanted to know what my brother was up to. i didn't know it would be, uh, this..." you trail off, taking a small step back when izana starts to approach.

"yeah? well, you're awful dumb, huh? now look at you, you're practically shaking like a fucking leaf," he huffs a laugh, "don't worry, pretty angel, not a damn person here will hurt you. i'll make fucking sure of that," he whispers the last part to you as he stops right in front of you, staring at you with his wide, intense eyes.

[in-jail-out-soon7]

Happy New Year!

After the New Years' festival, you and Mikey talk about the future.

Manjiro Sano x GN!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, tooth rotting fluff, a little bit of angst if you squint & Reader mentions having a kid

A/N: I wish you all the best 2024! January is definitely gonna be a hard month for me mentally, but now that I have my writing to look forward to I know it's gonna be alright. Enjoy Lovelies❤

You lay down in the grass while Mikey kills the engine of his bike behind you. Flipping open your phone you gaze lazily at the bright light, trying to adjust to the screen at least enough to see the time.

1:04 A.M. January 1st, 2006.

You close your phone with a click and shove it into the top of your kimono. The New Year's festival had ended an hour ago. Everyone had gone home, Draken offering to take Emma home, so Mikey could drive around with you. Emma happily agreed.

Rubbing your eyes, Mikey slumps down in the grass next to you with a thud. You roll onto your side to face him.

He lays on his back staring at the star dotted sky. He rubs his hands together. "Shit."

Raising an eyebrow you prop your chin in your hand, pushing yourself off the ground with your elbow. "What's up?"

"It's cold." He pulls his own kimono up slightly to cover his exposed collarbone.

"Oh." You chuckle. "I told you. We should've went home."

Mikey shakes his head and crosses his arms over his chest. He doesn't say anything else. You sigh and drop your elbow, folding your arms on the grass to rest you face against.

It's quiet for a few moments. Just you staring at Mikey as he stares at the sky. Picking at a blade of grass you finally break the silence.

"What do you think this years going to be like?" You ask.

Mikey hums and thinks for a moment. He shrugs. "Probably the same as every other year." He turns onto his side to face you. "There's not really a lot we can do right now. As kids. Maybe the year after us and the gang graduate, there'll be more things to do."

"Wait," you sit up quickly. Mikey gazes up at you, confused. "You were planning on finishing school?" You tease in an overdramatic and sarcastic tone.

Mikey rolls his eyes and pushes you back down by your shoulder. "Shut up, (Y/N)."

You chuckle. Even though he wasn't wrong, it still felt weird to refer to yourself as kids. After everything that's happened in the past year, all the fights and deaths, you forgot that you, Mikey and the whole gang were still just kids.

A small sigh falls from Mikey's lips as you settle back into place. As you two sit there in comfortable silence, you begin to feel your eyelids growing heavy.

Lacing your fingers through his you begin playing with his finger tips, tracing along each detail of his calloused hand. "How about in twelve years or something then?" You blurt out suddenly.

Your voice was drowsy and soft as you fought the urge to fall asleep. Mikey chuckled. "Don't know. Like jobs?"

You shrug.

"Maybe like a mechanic or a motorcycle racer- I don't know?" He says. "I think it's easier to think about other people's futures."

You raise a brow and glance at him through your lashes. "What do you mean?"

"Like Takemitchy and Hinata," he starts. "They're gonna get married, Kenny and Emma too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Kenny and Emma are gonna have a kid too, they're gonna name it Manjiro Jr." He says jokingly.

You scoff. "They are not." Surprisingly, Mikey doesn't argue back, letting the silence take over again. The wind howls and you shudder against the cold. A yawn escapes you before speaking up again. "Is that something you want?"

Mikey raises an eyebrow. "Is what?"

Suddenly nervous you drop his hand and your gaze to the grass. Picking at the earth you swallow, your face growing hot. "A kid."

He doesn't respond and you can't tell what he's thinking, too distracted by your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

"Obviously not now- y'know!"

Mikey chuckles nervously and sucks in a breath. "I would hope not." He wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him, pushing your face into his chest. "How about we just worry about this year?"

You nod against him. "Okay."

And then once again it was silent. The wind brushed against you two but you found warmth in each other's bodies. You take a long blink, your eyelids drooping lazily.

"Oh.. hey," you start before yawning. "We didn't have our New Year's kiss yet."

Mikey hums. At first it didn't seem like he was going to do or say anything, but before you could follow up your observation he brings a cold hand to your face, cupping your cheek before leaning in and placing his lips against yours. His lips were chapped from the cold and you could still taste whatever candy he had been eating at the festival. Somewhere in the distance fireworks boomed and crackled.

When you pull away you roll away and flop onto your back with a satisfied sigh. Allowing your eyes to flutter shut. You hear the movement of Mikey as he scoots closer to you.

"You can go to sleep," a hand brushes against your face and you shiver.

"I'll be here when you wake up."

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

As much as the 'haha Takemichi went to save his husband after saving his wife, bisexual much?' joke is funny, people who seriously thinks Tokyo Revengers should've stopped when Hinata was finally safe and sound missed an important component to the plot.

Yes, it all started with Hinata - but since when was it all about Hinata?

Takemichi, kind-hearted Takemichi, should've just stopped everything after saving her? He got into Toman for this reason, yes, to get closer to Mikey and stop him - and Kisaki - from killing her, but he also sincerely got closer to Mikey. And everyone else. And he's supposed to simply leave them be when 'mission: save Hinata' is complete? As if the number of people he wanted to save didn't get longer with each timeline? Those are his friends why would he throw them all away.

To protect Hinata he decided to stick close to Mikey since he failed to prevent Mikey and Kisaki meeting each other - and he got attached to Mikey during that, as well as all of Toman. Each steps to save Hinata was also a step to save Mikey from corruption and self-destruction. It was all linked from the start.

There was a shift after Bonten, okay, whatever, the only thing that truly changed was Hinata's importance in it. New enemy? That happens in each arc (right, sure, there wasn't Kisaki anymore). Mikey being more and more violent? Again, each arc featured a moment of Mikey showing signs of being mentally unwell - and now it was aggravated because it was two years earlier than what Takemichi got used to go back to. Etc, etc. Toman may be disbanded, but its (at least main) members still meet and interact and they all kept in touch - Mikey aside. That just a change of mood, a mix of the present/future timelines with a more serious setting and of the past timelines with how young they are, despite not being as young as before. And future timelines have never been a problem - there's a lot of love for Manila and Bonten. If Wakui had had time and energy, Kanto Manji, all 70 and so last chapters of TR could've worked with its fanbase. For some reasons it didn't, and I don't get why by myself

[animekingfans]

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2024 ♥ 🐉🐉🐉🐉

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2024 ♥ 🐉🐉🐉🐉

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2024 ♥ 🐉🐉🐉🐉

[aryomengrande]

"i’ll take you anywhere you want...and i'll take you there safely."

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[ichigopanhpff]

TR Sequel Announced and Another Stage Play!

There was another anniversary TokRev in-person event in Japan, where all the voice actors from the previous season all got together and did their usual hijinks e.g. live voice acting episodes, games, etc.

And of course, they announced the next season of the anime, calling it a "sequel" to the previous season.

And IYKYK, a LOT of people are looking forward to the Bonten/3 Deities arcs. Commence all the drooling at the execs and Brahman.

Source: https://x.com/toman_goods/status/1802305126528590224, https://x.com/ponycan_anime/status/1802302602266501580

On the stage play side, they released a teaser for the Tenjiku arc with a shadowed side profile of Izana.

Source: https://x.com/revengers_stage/status/1802174263224336663

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

It's actually pretty interesting though that the key visual for the season appears to be a panel from chapter 275, one of the last chapters of the series

[theeyeofthetigger]

[Request]

FINALLY SOMEONE ASKED ME TO DRAW MY BOY YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Decided to do his puzzreve outfit that I love 💖

[southside-otaku]

Some Things Never Change~

Like How I’m Holding On Tight

To ✨You✨🥰

[kissesforsatoru]

Baji WOUKD outdo your toy- you could have thag toy before him and if he finds it he gonna make sure he fucks you much better then the toy bc why tf do tou need it when he’s there- hell have you bouncing your back and hole completely on fire bc he relentless on having you completely cum more on his cock then the toy

- 🌑

baji actually gets a little bit jealous of the toy if we're being honest here. he doesn't outright say it, but you can tell because he puts his all into pleasuring you. literally will crawl on top of you and pull your hips right up against his so that his thrusts are hitting you nice and deep. runs his hands all over your body, rubbing against the areas that make you whine and huff in pleasure, kisses along your neck and imposingly presses his lips into your mouth as his thrusts grow more and more aggressive because he's so worked up about being better than that damn toy. and baji has a filthy mouth. he tells you all kinds of nasty shit while he fucks you to be petty about you using a toy like, "look at you a mess on my cock when just a few minutes ago you were gettin' all angry at your toy cause it wasn't makin' y' feel good. 'ts cause it wasn't me. only i can fuck you as good as this, y' understand?"

[artcafecito]

Koko 😸

[gaoau]

summer with(out) you

he's warm one day and so cold the next one. she makes sure he stays warm forever.

pairing — sano shinichiro x fem!reader warnings — sensitive topics; descriptions of blood and death. word count — 2.8k

it's the morning of august 13th when [name] awakens.

she reaches for her phone first thing, shutting down the alarm blaring in her ears. a fuzzy haze wraps around her head. as she squints at the characters on the screen, she recognizes a blinding fog covering her eyes. she blinks it away. dozens of notifications line up underneath the reminder that her device is still set to do not disturb. thousands of missed calls from benkei and waka, billions of messages piling up one on top of the other.

she knows things will never be the same.

sano shinichiro is dead.

the day goes by in a blur. she remembers debating with the silence of her own room. she remembers striking her fists at waka's propped-up palms. she remembers hollering voiceless pleas so shinichiro would come back. she remembers bawling her eyes out in benkei's arms. the five stages of grief burn in her mind at the same time as she fluctuates through all of them back and forth in the span of a few hours.

when she stands solemnly outside s.s motors, she forcefully digs her nails into her palms. she wants to set it all on fire. she wants to keep it in her memory forever. she wants to forget and she wants to save. she wants to grieve in what was their shared safe haven, but now it's a fucking crime scene and completely blocked off.

behind her, she hears her friends and their voices calling out to her. she doesn't turn around to face them. if she looks away, it all might just disappear. she gulps for courage. the hot summer air pierces and burns her nose even if it's almost midnight. a deep breath is all she needs to break past the barricade of warnings to not enter.

there's a sickening bloodstain on the floor. her brain oscillates between the reality of her loss and the denial of her grief. she can't even glance at the remnants of shinichiro for too long. she can't believe a crimson puddle is all that's left of him.

the shop is quiet—a suffocating quietude. she averts her eyes towards the bikes and equipment; there stands the CB250T he was planning to gift manjiro. it's all colored with the painful hue of his absence. [name] doesn't understand why it feels so cold in here.

the clock hanging on the wall ticks time away. the seconds weigh more than the minutes and the hours stretch into eons. her anguish and distress seem cheap in the face of how long shinichiro has been gone. she cowers in fear at the threats the passing numbers bark at her. the more she lets it pass, the more she stands alone.

"i miss you so bad…" she croaks in a broken voice. it echoes in the solitude. her eyes squeeze shut to avoid acknowledging her tears as she chokes back a sob. "i miss you so, so bad, shin…" the emptiness he left behind is just so jarring. it pierces through her chest relentlessly and she knows she'd be better off with bullet wounds. it would hurt less.

things will never be the same.

but she'll make it so they stay the same forever.

it's the morning of august 12th when [name] opens her eyes again.

sunlight pours in through the window, caressing over her face to make her stir awake. she sits up and digs the base of her palms into her eyes to rub the sleep away. her back aches after lying on the hard floor all night. when she catches sight of shinichiro sprawled out by her side, it's all forgotten.

there's a small puddle of drool beside his face, falling from nowhere other than his open mouth. he has the audacity to snore. [name] exaggerates a gag as she brings her foot up to his chest to kick him out of his dreamland. shinichiro startles awake in an instant.

"what? what happened? are you okay? what's wrong?"

she bursts into amused cackles at his frantic, groggy mumbles. the sound of her laughter makes him blink repeatedly to reorient himself. [name]'s image comes into view, cheeks flushed with joy. he doesn't know what's so funny, but he joins her anyway.

her chortles fade into giggles when his voice overpowers hers. she lets his laughter ring melodiously in her ears, better than any alarm she's ever woken up to. she's learned to appreciate the little things about her friends. anything coming from him is worth admiring.

shinichiro takes a little too long to notice she's staring at him so intently. he raises a brow at her. a smirk curls his lips. "finally falling for me?"

she sticks her tongue out at him. "not a chance. i'm wondering how long it'll take you to wipe that disgusting drool off your face."

his fingertips reach up to his chin to find the dripping saliva sticking to his skin. [name] regrets being friends with this man the moment he uses her shirt to wipe his face clean. she slaps her palm against his forehead to push him away. "good morning, [name]," shinichiro struggles to pronounce behind her hand. he grips tightly onto her waist.

"yeah, good morning, shin." she'll have to change out of this shirt and chuck it into an incinerator. peeling his arms off her, she manages to slip away from his grabby hold. as she stands, he crumbles on the floor again and [name] eyes him unimpressed. "i'm gonna go home and take a shower. i think there's bike oil in my hair."

"but what about breakfast?!" he whines on the ground. his fingers reach towards her, barely brushing the skin of her ankles when she steps away.

"what do i look like? your servant?"

"my love."

she bursts into loud cackles that could easily rival a chicken. he smiles up at her because at least he made her laugh. "yeah, not happening. we can meet at the family mart in an hour. we shou—"

"oh, a date!"

"—should tell benkei and waka."

"double date!"

shinichiro sits up as he watches her disappear towards the back of the shop. her giggles dissipate into the summer sun when she closes the door behind her. he catches her voice in the distance, "i'll see you later, shin!" and takes it as his cue to start his day too.

it's the middle of the day on august 12th when [name] is standing outside their frequented family mart.

she doesn't know what's taking her three idiots so long inside the store. she's already chosen and paid for her food, but the other indecisive dumbasses are still browsing the shelves. please, let them hurry the fuck up because the heat is really starting to get to her.

she hears the automatic doors open and a wave of cold, artificial air slams against her back. it makes her stagger forward. her throat clogs up as she chokes on her own spit. shinichiro's voice behind her is a distant echo while a deafening ringing drills into her ears. she winces in pain at the dull ache pounding on her temples, numbing her head. her feet stumble aimlessly when her vision becomes foggy.

it leaves as soon as it comes. it simply rattled her brain to remind her. time is running out.

it's unbearably hot on this scorching summer day, but [name] is more than thankful to know shinichiro's got good reflexes. he catches her by the arm and pulls her back into stability before she can faint. "here, have some water," he advises while bringing his own water bottle to her lips. "you okay, babe?"

she shoves the bottle away only to choke out, "don't call me babe," in a horribly raspy voice.

waka snorts, "she's good."

"no, really, you okay?" there's laughter but so much concern.

"yeah, yeah, just got light-headed." she wordlessly switches the bottle he opened for her with her own sealed one. she makes sure to pay him back for at least this one thing when she's too late to repay what he's done through the years. "c'mon, boys, let's get a move on." and again, she's quiet when she presses her shoulder against shinichiro's.

he peers at her with wiggling brows at the sudden contact. "where we headed?"

"the beach, obviously."

"anything for you, my queen."

[name]'s shoulders bounce with laughter when he playfully bumps into her. she doesn't have the time to hesitate and slips her fingers into his clammy hand. she grasps him tightly to never let him go. shinichiro eyes her curiously, but all she needs to explain herself is a firm squeeze. he doesn't know the catastrophe he'll unintentionally cause with his parting.

they hop onto his bike as if it were routine—at some point, it became one. he revs his engine while she makes herself comfortable behind him. his dark eyes find her gaze from over his shoulder. "ready to race?"

"i hate you."

"oh, yeah?"

"don't do it."

one more ear-piercing rev and he speeds down the street, his two friends following behind. [name] scrambles to wrap her arms around his torso. his joyous cackles ring above the roaring of his engine. she feels him vibrate with glee under her touch, and although her heart wants to leap out of her mouth, she basks in the natural warmth of his body.

the blood runs through his veins and keeps him alive. he's alive. he's here and he's warm and he's alive. he's with her, he's right in front of her; she can see his face and hear his voice and she's holding onto him.

shinichiro glances behind his shoulder once more. she looks into his dark eyes and allows them to trap her soul completely. she really doesn't want anything without him in it. he grins at her with so much brightness. her memory shines down on all of him to ingrain it forever.

it's the afternoon of august 12th when [name] sprints on the sand.

she's darting away from shinichiro and the dead fish in his hand. her feet only allow so much speed as she runs along the shore, naked toes leaving footprints on the humid beach that he follows. he gets a little too close and it's the perfect opportunity to fling the fish at her.

it's disgustingly wet when it hits her shirt and bounces back towards shinichiro. a shrill stream of curses slips from her tongue, cringing at the stench of the makeshift weapon. [name] whips around instantly, just in time to watch as shinichiro steps accidentally on the fish and tumbles to the ground.

roaring cackles bloom between the two of them; shinichiro lies on the sand while clutching his stomach in joy, [name] runs out of air as the waves creep closer and lick at her feet. she kicks water at his face in revenge. he rises briefly to tackle her head-first into the sea.

"no!" she hollers between giggles and strands of black hair that are not hers, "shin! my shirt!"

"oh, my bad, let me do your shorts, too." and he effortlessly throws her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before dropping her fully into the water.

he stands above her, chortling away at the disheveled state of her hair sticking to her face. when [name] props herself up on her elbows, spitting salt water from her mouth, she feels her head pound again. the sun drapes like a veil over shinichiro from the back as it encapsulates him in an ethereal glow. his face is shadowed, but she can still see the charming grin curling his lips.

then he blurs out of sight.

the more she stares at him, the more she fails to see him clearly. she hears his voice calling her name, and she can make out the shape of his hand in front of her. she wants to grasp his hand so tightly. before she understands what is happening, she's sinking into his arms and he's welcoming her despite being soaked.

concern twists his features. his lips brush against her ear when he whispers, "you good?"

instead of replying, [name] holds him even closer to her. her face buries in his chest as the world around her becomes upright once more. time is really running out. he doesn't know, but it's running out. she wishes she could tell him, but it's running out.

shinichiro hugs her back even if it's unusual. "d'you wanna head back, baby?"

a chuckle rumbles from the back of her throat. she playfully pinches his skin and makes him hiss. "don't call me that."

"no, but do you?"

"not really." because if they go, he'll leave her forever. because their last day together will come to an end. because there are billions of things left to say that he won't remember.

"let's go."

shinichiro pulls away from the unexpected embrace, offering her a gentle simper. he tugs at her wrist to get her moving. the sea loops around their ankles once more, almost begging them to stay a little longer so that time will kindly stop. she watches his back retreat as he strides towards his bike. it's a warm afternoon, but her heart and hands feel colder by the second.

she follows after him, albeit reluctantly. she doesn't want another second without him.

it's the night of august 12th when [name] is sitting inside s.s motors.

shinichiro has already closed the shop so they can relax into the last hours of the day. he's tinkering with manjiro's bike, knowing his birthday is a week away and time is running out. if only he knew. [name] adores the mere sight of him while he dutifully works. moonlight streams in through the window to shine down on his face and his frown of concentration.

he's so close yet so far, because in a few hours he'll be dead again. she's trying so hard to beg the moon and the sky and the passage of time to stop. but she's left with the clinking of metal and the characters for his name in every word. she's losing sight.

the bike oil staining his hands fades away, becomes colorless, trails down his wrists and disappears into puddles of her memory. [name] remains quiet, gazing at every little movement of his fingers. she wants to tell him things that would take her a lifetime, but she only has a few hours left of his presence.

she doesn't notice when he ceases working. he raises a brow at her intense eyes burning a hole through him. a hum pushes past his lips, "hey, [name]."

she startles. "yeah?" she blinks blankly at him.

"you sure you're okay?" he asks, brows furrowed, crawling closer to her. it's been a long day.

"yeah, why?"

shinichiro cradles her face in his palms, gently holding her cheeks. "your eyes are out of focus." it's been the only day in quite some time.

when [name] blinks again, she realizes the man in front of her is so far away, blurring out of sight. her head doesn't pound and there's no ringing in her ears, but she can't hear his voice pronouncing her name anymore. the touch of his skin on her own starts becoming colder by the second. their time is up.

"i'm just tired," she lies straight through her teeth, "i'm gonna head home." her fingers can't feel what she's holding when they circle around his wrists to pull him away. she stumbles onto her feet with a blinding fog covering her eyes. shinichiro is nothing more than a few blobs of color.

his sentences reach her through an infinite loop in broken pieces. "have a good night, love."

the smile tugging at her lips is automatic yet painful. "i'll see you tomorrow, shin." she waves her hand at a shape of white noise working on manjiro's bike. the summer air slaps against her cheeks in a breeze that promises rain.

the first few droplets fall by the time she's curled up in her bed. it's almost like the sky is bawling, telling her it's all over. the wind tears healthy leaves off their branches to flutter and die forever. the crashing waves echo in [name]'s chest, speaking of fond memories of shinichiro. she fades into sleep with the haze of time.

it's the morning of august 13th when [name] awakens.

—あごす (agosu) • 2021