#valhalla Tokyo Revengers

[zerokurokawa]

Hiiiii I rlly rlly like it posts and if it's not too much can u do this request :0?

Hanma x reader who was actually apart of another gang who lost in a battle with valhalla, making them being absorbed to be a new division in his gang. But the thing is they (reader's past gang) is like.. really quiet? They're not exactly as loud and boisterous as most delinquents like the ones in valhalla but rather are more awkward and choose to only speak when spoken to (not bc of fear but just because.)

So like I imagine during meetings in the arcade, reader would most of the time just sit in a corner looking intimidating asf cause she's rlly quiet and has a gloomy aura around her. And at first the only people she'd willingly talk to was her past gang mates.

Valhalla | Hanma x Gang!Reader

Your gang was one of the strongest in the area, but when a new gang arose causing trouble, you knew this could potentially be the end of your gang's era. You had yet to go against Toman, however, your gang had planned to eventually. 

Before Toman could even cross your mind as much as a worry, you were now fighting Valhalla, the newest gang with over five hundred members at its disposal. Losing the battle, you knew it was over. You were in defeat as you laid your hands to rest at the feet of a six foot four man with bright eyes and a wide grin. He put out his cigarette before speaking to you. 

"Your gang will be joining under Valhalla and will answer to us only, clear?" He smirked. You, with your bloody hands and face, looked up and nodded in response. It was over for your gang and you knew it. 

You had heard all about Valhalla and what they stood for - simply taking down Toman as Toman was one of the strongest in the area as well. You knew they wanted your gang to join because of the strength you all held together. You then stood up and went to walk away towards your gang. Standing on the opposing side, was none other than the man who had just spoke to you, Hanma Shuji. He was up to no good and you knew it. 

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Weeks had passed and tour gang had been absorbed under Valhalla as promised. You attended meetings in the abandoned arcade that smelled of weed, cigarettes, and sweat. Your gang sat in the far left corner, not speaking to anybody unless spoken to and watched as the others were loud and obnoxious. You found yourself often thinking about how this could've happened. Outnumbered? Probably. Either way, you were doomed to your new destiny. 

While sitting there next to one of your leaders, Hanma decided to approach you. You looked at him with a nonchalant expression as he asked you how you were holding up with the change. 

"I see you aren't making yourself at home..." He would smirk, lighting a cigarette and blowing the smoke away from you. 

"I don't particularly like it here." You crossed your arms and began to hold your breath as the smell of smoke filled the air and you hated it. 

"Why? Are we not welcoming? You and your fellow members don't speak to us unless you are spoken to. Don't think I didn't take notice." Hanma took a drag off his cigarette. 

"We just don't have any interest in this." You stated, simply breathing out as you had been holding in a breath for quite a while now. 

"Why don't we go outside; get some fresh air?" Hanma asked, holding out his arm for you. 

You shook your head no. He spoke up again, this time, asking your name. 

"Y/n l/n." Was all you said as he put his arm back down. He knew you didn't like him, but he was determined to get to know you. He was fascinated by how well you fight, especially against other men who were notably bigger and stronger than you. He went to introduce himself but you interrupted him. 

"I already know who you are and what your motives are." You spat out, seemingly irritated. This caused Hanma to grin widely. 

"So you have heard of me?" He asked, smirking and putting his cigarette out on the floor. 

"In all of the bad ways possible. You beat us simply because you all outnumbered us. This is just all part of your plan to build up Valhalla to take down Toman. I'm not stupid." You looked at him with disgust. 

"I'm not that bad of a person, first of all - but you are right on the money. Maybe if you took the chance to actually get to know me, you would understand what I stand for and what I do. You would understand who I really am outside of all of this." He said before taking out another cigarette to smoke. 

"I'll get to know you when you decide to stop chain smoking in front of me, knowing I don't like the smell." You said, turning your head the other way. He then pouted, putting the unlit cigarette back in its' pack and shoving it in his pocket. 

"Deal." He said, making you turn your head back towards him. He had stepped closer, making you note his height and the tattoos on his hands. He began to walk off to begin the meeting, but before he got too far, he turned back to you. 

"I'll stop chain smoking if you involve yourself more and get to know me a bit better." He smirked before walking up to the front of the arcade. He took his stance on the stage and began to speak about Toman. You tuned him out, thinking about what he had just said. Should you get to know him better?

(A/N: I have been VERY sick lately so that's why I've been somewhat inactive. However, I hope this is good, and I hope you like it! <3)  

[axeii]

I forgot i have to post stuff here-

[monochromaticbeans]

Chapter 39: Vandalize My Heart

Said you'd keep me safe, now you're tearing me down

Am I laid to waste, now that you're not around?

Come and leave your mark

Vandalize my heart

“Vandalize” ~ ONE OK ROCK

Kazutora’s footsteps echoed softly in the stairwell of Hikari’s apartment building, each step a reminder of the years and silence stretched between them. Takemichi trailed behind, glancing nervously up the dimly lit stairs as they climbed. It had been two years since Kazutora had last seen her, since everything spiraled out of control and he���d severed all contact. Now, the kind-hearted, odd girl he once knew wasn’t just Hikari anymore. She was Baji’s girlfriend, part of Toman. She was leverage.

Outside her door, he paused, a strange smile forming on his lips. It was almost friendly, almost familiar. He raised a fist and knocked, softly but firmly, each tap echoing through the narrow hallway.

The door opened slowly, and Takemichi caught his breath at the sight of her. Hikari looked drained, her skin pale and shadowed, her eyes puffy and red-rimmed. Her hair was tied into a loose and limp, half-forgotten bun, stray strands sticking out like wisps of her own frayed spirit. She wore one of Baji’s shirts, too big on her slight frame, and the familiar wolf pendant hung around her neck. A blanket draped over her shoulders, as if she had pulled it close and cocooned herself from the world beyond.

“Hikari,” Kazutora greeted her, his voice light, almost casual, as if the last two years hadn’t passed in total silence. “Long time no see.”

She blinked at him, disoriented, like she couldn’t quite believe he was standing there. “Kazutora…?”

Kazutora tilted his head, the small bell on his earring giving a soft, cheerful chime that didn’t match his expression. “Yeah. It’s been a while.” His smile widened, but his eyes stayed sharp. “I came to get you. There’s something I want to show you. It’s important.”

Hikari’s brow knitted with uncertainty, a shadow of mistrust flickering in her gaze. She hadn’t seen him since before he went to juvie, since he left without a word and ignored her letters. And now here he was, standing at her door as if he’d never left. Her eyes darted briefly to Takemichi, who hovered uneasily behind Kazutora, his expression tense.

Takemichi shifted, fidgeting under the weight of the silence. Kazutora seemed calm, almost too calm, his movements so calculated that they set Takemichi’s nerves on edge, like a wind-up toy hopping along the floor.

“Come on,” Kazutora urged, his tone light but insistent, each word creeping forward as though they might take root and latch onto her. “You don’t want to miss this.”

She shook her head, pulling the blanket closer around her shoulders, fingers clenching around the fabric as if it were the only thing keeping her tethered. She didn’t want to go anywhere; the thought of leaving her apartment, of facing the world outside, made her stomach twist. Her voice came out in a soft murmur, dry and hesitant. “Now’s not a good time…”

Kazutora’s smile held steady, but something in his gaze sharpened. “Hikari,” he said again, his tone laced with something that sent a chill down her spine. “It’s important. You should come with us.”

Hikari took a step back, her gaze dropping to the floor. She shook her head, the gesture small and almost childlike. “I don’t want to go anywhere,” she whispered, barely loud enough for them to hear. “Just… leave me be.”

Kazutora’s eyes softened, his expression almost sympathetic, but Takemichi saw the brief flicker of impatience beneath it. “It’s okay,” Kazutora coaxed, his voice warm, inviting, as he took a small step forward. “It’ll be good for you to get out. You don’t want to stay here forever, do you?”

Hikari kept her gaze fixed on the floor, her fingers tracing the edge of the blanket as though she could find some hidden message there. Her body felt heavy, every breath shallow. She didn’t have the strength to argue, but the thought of leaving, of crossing that threshold, filled her with a quiet, stubborn dread.

“I just want to go back to bed,” she mumbled, the words almost lost in the smallness of her voice. “I don’t want to…”

Kazutora sighed, an odd, amused note coloring his voice, though there was no real warmth in it. “Come on, don’t make this harder than it has to be.” He glanced at Takemichi, who watched them both with wide eyes, and gave a small, careless shrug. “She’s just being stubborn. You know how she is.”

Takemichi swallowed, feeling the tension thickening between them. He wanted to say something, to tell Kazutora to let her be, to leave her in peace, but one glance at Kazutora’s face silenced him. The hint of something dangerous glinted in Kazutora’s eyes, like a warning barely concealed beneath his smile.

“Hikari,” Kazutora said, his voice quieting, his words sliding through the silence with the softness of silk. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important. Just trust me, okay?”

A strange numbness filled her chest, her pulse loud in her ears. She wanted to shut the door, to pull her blanket tight around her and disappear, but the weight of his stare, the cold urgency of his tone, pinned her in place. She felt cornered, each refusal pulled from her one by one, leaving her with nothing to cling to but the thin threads of his insistence.

With a trembling breath, she nodded, her hands shaking as she let the blanket slip from her shoulders and reached for her shoes. Each step felt slow and heavy, her limbs dragging, as if the room itself didn’t want to release her from its embrace.

Kazutora’s smile widened as she complied, his voice brightening as he turned. “There we are. Let’s go.”

Takemichi cast her a quick, sympathetic glance as she followed them into the hallway, blinking against the sudden brightness. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, her expression distant, her heart cold with resignation. She didn’t want to go. But she didn’t see any other choice.

***

The abandoned arcade reeked of stale air and old machinery, the dim lighting casting sinister shadows as Kazutora led Hikari and Takemichi inside. Hikari’s pulse thudded loudly in her ears, in time with the loud music thumping from the speakers on the wall. Her skin prickled with a growing sense of dread as Valhalla members turned to stare, their expressions amused and predatory.

Takemichi and Hikari followed Kazutora into the heart of the arcade, their footsteps crunching against the cracked tile floor. Hikari’s stomach churned with each step. Something was wrong—she could feel it in the marrow of her bones.

And then she saw him.

Her heart lurched in her chest and her breath caught in her throat when her eyes landed on Keisuke. At the center of the room with his hair tied back into a ponytail, his expression dark and cold. Small splatters of blood dotted his face. His fists were clenched, his body tense as if he was ready to strike at any moment.

But it wasn’t just his presence that made her blood run cold. It was what he was doing.

Laid out on the floor beneath him was Chifuyu—bruised and battered, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and his eyes swollen shut. Keisuke's fists were stained red, the unmistakable marks of violence painted his knuckles.

Hikari’s hand flew to her mouth. Bile rose in her throat as Keisuke’s fist connected with Chifuyu’s face again, the sickening thud of the blow ringing in her ears.

This isn’t him. This isn’t my Keisuke.

Kazutora stepped forward, his voice cutting through the cacophony. “This is Todawa Hikari,” he announced, gesturing toward her. “Toman's princess… A founding member, no less.” He continued, giving her another disturbingly gleeful grin. “And she just so happens to be Baji's precious girlfriend.”

After a chorus of jeers and taunts, Kazutora clapped his hand on Takemichi's shoulder. “And this here is our other guest, Takemichi. He was there that night and says he witnessed Baji's actions.”

Hikari’s mind barely registered Kazutora’s words. Her eyes were glued to Keisuke, her hands trembling as she fought to keep herself from collapsing. She wanted to run to him, to shake him, to demand a fucking explanation for what he was doing—but she couldn’t move. Her feet were frozen in place, her body paralyzed by the sheer terror of what she was seeing.

Baji’s knuckles were raw, stained with blood—Chifuyu’s blood. Each punch he threw sent another sickening wave of guilt crashing through him. Chifuyu groaned beneath him, barely conscious, but Baji couldn’t stop. He had to keep going. He had to keep up the act. He had to make it look real, even as every strike tore him apart.

But this wasn’t just about deceiving Valhalla. This was about protecting everyone he cared about—Toman, Chifuyu, Hikari. Especially Hikari. It was why he pushed her away, why he left her behind. He never wanted her to be dragged into this shit, never wanted her to see him like this.

When he looked up, his heart plummeted to the floor.

Hikari.

The air rushed out of his lungs as he saw her standing there in his shirt, the wolf pendant he’d given her shining against her pale skin. She looked like a goddamn ghost. Her face was drawn, her eyes red and puffy, her shoulders hunched like she could barely keep herself upright.

She was wearing his shirt.

She was still wearing his shirt, despite everything.

Her eyes, wide and filled with horror, locked onto him. She didn’t say a word, but the look on her face was enough. She was breaking. He could see it—the way her body trembled, the way her breath came in short, ragged gasps. She clapped her hand over her mouth again, stumbling back, and then he heard it—the retching sound of her stomach revolting, though there was nothing inside of it to come up. Her body shook with each dry heave as she struggled to breathe.

Baji’s heart shattered. He wanted to run to her, to hold her, to tell her everything was going to be okay. But he couldn’t. He was trapped. He couldn’t even acknowledge her. The plan was already in motion, and he had to see it through. He had to keep playing his part, even as the sight of her like this tore him apart.

He heard her retch again, and his stomach churned with it. He was doing the right thing, wasn’t he? This was how he saved them all. How he kept them safe. That was what he kept telling himself, but seeing Hikari like this made him question everything.

His gaze flicked toward Kazutora, standing off to the side with that eerie smile still plastered on his face. Kazutora didn’t care. He didn't give a shit. He didn't see Hikari as anything more than a piece to move in this sick game. But to Baji, Hikari was everything. And seeing her like this…

It was unbearable.

Baji forced himself to turn away, his fists trembling as he stared down at Chifuyu, barely conscious on the floor. He needed to hit him again, needed to sell the defection, but he couldn’t. Not with Hikari here, watching.

But he had no choice.

"Keisuke..." Her voice was barely a whisper, a broken plea, but it was enough to crack the fragile mask he was wearing.

Baji’s heart twisted painfully in his chest. He closed his eyes for just a second, steeling himself against the overwhelming emotions threatening to spill out. Then, with all the strength he could muster, he shoved the guilt down, deep into the pit of his stomach, and forced his face to harden again.

***

Hikari stood frozen at the edge of it all. Her vision swam, the overwhelming lights, the noise, the smell of sweat and blood—it all blurred together into a suffocating storm that pressed in on her from all sides.

Kazutora stood nearby, watching Baji with a kind of cool detachment. The tension in the air thickened as he glanced toward Hikari, watching her with an eerie sense of satisfaction. He knew exactly what he was doing by bringing her here and putting her in the middle of this mess. He was using her as the ultimate test of Baji's commitment to Valhalla. Beating up Chifuyu, a friend and vice-captain, was one thing. But rejecting Hikari? The girl Baji loves? That was the real test.

Hikari could feel Kazutora's eyes on her, the weight of his manipulation pressing down on her. He didn't bring her here for just any reason. He wanted her to be here, to see this, to break in front of everyone. And he wanted to see if maybe Keisuke would break, too.

Her knees wobbled beneath her as she lost the fight to stay on her feet. The sounds of the arcade—the cheers, the jeers—all faded into the background, into a dull roar that echoed in her ears and reverberated in her skull. The harsh lights overhead burned into her eye sockets. Her head pounded with the weight of it all.

And then there was Hanma.

Leaning casually against an old pinball machine, Hanma watched the scene unfold with a twisted grin, his lanky frame relaxed as if this were just another night of cheap thrills. His sharp eyes gleamed, darting between Baji's bloodied fists and Hikari's horrified expression, relishing every flicker of pain that crossed her face. The sight of her unraveling, the shock and despair overtaking her, was nothing short of premium entertainment for him.

He shifted, folding his arms with a lazy elegance. To Hanma, this wasn't cruelty, this was theater. And he had a front-row seat.

"Poor girl," he murmured under his breath, loud enough for her to hear, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Watching her little boyfriend beat the shit out of his friend. Must be so rough." He clucked his tongue, feigning pity, though the malicious gleam in his eyes betrayed his enjoyment.

As Hikari's shoulders shook, her hand trembling at her mouth, Hanma's grin widened. He leaned down, his voice a low, taunting whisper just for her. "It's tragic, really. All that loyalty, all that trust... only to end up here, watching him throw it all away." He chuckled, the sound curling in the air like smoke, as if the sight of her breaking fed some dark, insatiable hunger inside him.

When she flinched, he tilted his head, feigning curiosity. "Aw, come on now, don't tell me you're surprised?" He arched a brow, his gaze wickedly amused. "This is Baji Keisuke we're talking about. Didn't anyone tell you? Loyalty's just another game here.”

The words sent a jolt of anger through Hikari's body, but even that wasn't enough to break her out of the suffocating daze gripping her. Her hand shook as she clutched the pendant around her neck like a lifeline.

I love you more than anything.

Kazutora's voice cut through the haze. "Keep going, Baji. You're not done yet."

Baji's jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. He had to keep going. He couldn't afford to falter, not with Kazutora and Hanma watching, not with Valhalla's eyes on him.

I'm so sorry, Hikari, he thought, his heart aching as he turned back to Chifuyu, raising his fist once more.

Hikari's mind unraveled with every passing second as Keisuke's fists continued to slam into Chifuyu’s battered body. His face bloodied, his body limp and defenseless on the floor, barely able to move. And something inside her snapped.

If I can’t stop this nightmare… if I can’t get through to Keisuke… then I have to protect him. I have to protect Chifuyu.

With trembling hands and wobbly knees that barely held her weight, she crawled forward. The world spun around her. Her legs felt like jelly and her body screamed in protest as she crossed the grimy floor. Every inch was a battle against the overwhelming urge to shut down completely. But she didn’t stop.

Tears streamed down her face, her breath came in ragged gasps as she reached them. And in one final, desperate act, she threw herself over Chifuyu, crouching down to shield his body with her own.

Please… just stop…

Even with the chaos swirling around her, Hikari knew—deep down in her soul—that Keisuke would never lay a hand on her. No matter how far this nightmare had gone, she knew one thing for certain: he would never hurt her. She could feel his presence behind her, his fists still bloodied, his breathing heavy. But she wasn’t afraid. She could never be afraid of him.

Baji’s breath hitched in his throat. His fists hovered in midair, frozen by the sight. Her necklace glittered under the harsh lights of the arcade as she crawled across the floor. And then, all he could see was her back, her arms wrapped protectively around their friend to shield him from the next blow.

Seeing Hikari like this made him want to burn the entire fucking world down.

She shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t have to do this. He was supposed to be the one protecting her. But now, here she was, barely able to move, barely able to breathe, sacrificing what little strength she had left to protect a friend.

“We put our lives on the line for each other. That’s the kind of gang I want.”

His words that day when they formed Toman—she was the embodiment of that right now, of his intentions, of the very thing he was trying so hard to protect. His hands shook and his knuckles throbbed from the force of the blows he’d landed on Chifuyu. But the pain in his hands was nothing compared to the pain of seeing Hikari—his Hikari—shielding Chifuyu from him.

He felt the weight of everyone’s eyes on him, the tension in the room thickening as Valhalla’s members watched and waited for him to make his next move.

Chifuyu, barely conscious, struggled to open his swollen eyes. His vision was blurry from the relentless beating he’d just endured. But through the haze of pain, he saw her—Hikari. Crawling over to him, shielding him with her body, willing to take the brunt of whatever came next to protect him.

The sight sent a jolt of realization through his battered mind, and despite the pain coursing through his body, he understood the gravity of what she was doing. She’s saving me. The weight of it crashed down on him, making his chest ache with something far deeper than the physical wounds.

Takemichi, standing just behind them, could hardly believe what he was seeing. Hikari—the same girl who got Baji to stop punching him that night—was doing it again. Only this time, she was risking her own safety to protect Chifuyu. The courage it took to throw herself between Baji and someone else, knowing full well what Baji was capable of, left Takemichi speechless.

And yet, he saw the truth in her actions. The trust she had in Baji, even now, was undeniable. She knows, Takemichi realized. She knows he won’t hurt her.

Kazutora watched the scene unfold with a detached curiosity, his arms crossed over his chest as a slight smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Hikari’s reaction, while not entirely unexpected, was still fascinating to him. It was proof of just how much she meant to Baji—and just how much Baji was willing to sacrifice to prove his loyalty to Valhalla.

This was the test. The ultimate test.

If Baji could keep going even with Hikari throwing herself into the line of fire, then his loyalty to Valhalla would be cemented. But if he faltered—if he hesitated too much—then Kazutora would know exactly where Baji’s true loyalties still lay.

It was a delicate balance. One wrong move, and everything could fall apart.

Kazutora’s gaze shifted to Hanma, who was watching the whole thing with undisguised amusement. The grin on Hanma’s face only widened as he watched Hikari’s meltdown, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction.

Baji froze for a moment, his fists still clenched, as he stared down at Hikari. His breath hitched in his throat, his chest tightening as the weight of the situation crashed over him. She was shielding their friend with her own body, still trusting him completely.

Goddammit, Hikari.

He told her not to follow him, he tried to keep her away from all of this for a reason. But now, seeing her like this—seeing her still trust in him, even as she trembled with overwhelm and fear—it was almost too much to bear.

Baji’s hands shook, his knuckles still stained with blood as he bent down, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He reached for Hikari, his fingers gentle as they wrapped around her shoulders.

“I told you not to follow me,” he muttered, his voice low, almost rough with the weight of everything unsaid.

Without another word, he carefully lifted her off of Chifuyu’s battered body. His hands were firm but tender, moving her out of the way with a quiet kind of desperation, as if protecting her now was the only thing keeping him from falling apart completely.

He set her down gently, his hands lingering on her shoulders for just a moment longer than necessary, as if he couldn’t bear to let her go. His heart pounded in his chest, the guilt threatening to tear him apart as he knelt beside her.

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

But the words never came. Instead, he released her, pulling himself to his feet with a deep breath. His eyes flickered over her one last time, taking in the sight of her wearing his shirt, the wolf pendant glinting against her skin. And then, he turned away.

He couldn’t look at her any longer. If he did, he wasn’t sure if he could keep going.

Hikari’s breath came in ragged gasps, her chest tight as Keisuke moved her aside. She could feel the warmth of his hands on her shoulders, the way he carefully lifted her away from Chifuyu. And even though he wasn’t saying it, she could feel it—the guilt, the love, the apology—in his touch.

Her body felt heavy, her legs like lead as she sank to the ground beside Chifuyu. The fight had drained out of her, her strength spent. She couldn’t stop him. She couldn’t save him. All she could do was watch, her heart shattering into a million pieces as Keisuke turned away.

Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as her breath hitched in her throat. She clutched the wolf pendant around her neck, her fingers trembling as she tried to hold on to the one thing she still had left of him.

Keisuke…

Kazutora watched the scene unfold, his gaze sharp and calculating as Baji moved Hikari out of the way. He could see the hesitation in Baji’s movements, the way his hands shook, the way his eyes lingered on her for just a moment too long.

But Baji hadn’t stopped. He hadn’t faltered—not completely.

Kazutora’s lips curled into a faint smile. Good.

It was enough. For now.

[kriss1048293]

“With you, my world acquired colors and turned into a circus” - Hanma

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Sometimes it feels so sad that no one could offer Kazutora a hug during this moment, feel like he really could've used one

Especially when we see how fond he seems to be of them earlier

[ghost-on-sunday]

Update it wasn't the plane

It was Shin kįlling a homeless man

(also idk why it took me so much to update this dumass post)

It's hard to accept that the biggest enemy in this history is a mf plane, literally the biggest butterfly effect ever

[m4nj1r0s]

Hanma relationship headcannons

- He definitely pulls, so he’s been with a ton of girls. None of them lasted more than 2 months, and he just used them. You were supposed to just be another girl he used then tossed away, but he ended up staying. You were fun, and he needed more people apart from Kisaki to annoy.

- This mf is definitely annoying. Can and WILL ask you if you’re on your period whenever your mad (he knows you aren’t, he’s probably being creepy and tracking your cycle too.).

- The boys in Valhalla probably ask him for advice with girls. His advice is bad.

- “Girls hate it when they call you and you don’t pick up straight away. So if you can’t answer your woman, just switch your phone off. She can’t question you if you do that.”

- “When you guys go out, don’t pay. Let the girl pay, or you’re executing toxic masculinity, and she won’t like that. You guys need to be more woke.”

- He KNOWS his advice is bad, which is why he doesn’t use any of those tips with you. If you guys go out, none of you are paying. He’ll dine and dash. Want something from a shop? Distract the guy at the counter and he’ll grab it and run.

- At this point in your relationship, he’ll probably catch feelings and he won’t just randomly dump you over text.

- When Halloween rolls around, you two prank call Kisaki and literally everyone in Valhalla.

- Despite how annoying he is, he never forgets a special occasion. He’ll act like he did only to surprise you later. Probably got you a pet chicken for your birthday but then you made him take it back because he stole it.

- Would rather DIE than admit he gets jealous whenever you interact with boys. Not just any boys, but specifically those nice guys who are sensitive and are genuinely sweet to girls.

- He can’t be like that, he’ll forever have a reputation of playing around with girls and being a womanizer. Even if he’s in a dedicated relationship with you, he still gets paranoid you might realize that you deserve better and leave him.

- Definitely high maintenance when he catches feelings. Texts you 20 times a day and expects you to reply and have a conversation with him.

- Has a bad habit of sneaking into your room whilst you’re asleep and standing over you until you wake up to scare you.

- Refuses to stop until you move in with him, and one day you do!

- Leaves empty noodle cups, dirty socks and drinking glasses all around your shared room. He won’t even help to clean, he’ll just give you a big ass grin and promise not to do it again.

- Likes to catch you off-guard, like twice a year he writes you a very meaningful poem and leaves it in the pocket of a piece of clothing you wear a lot. He expects you to give him tons of kisses whenever he does.

- Doesn’t stop talking about you to Kisaki. It’s always “Oh yeah, Y/N likes that.” “I wonder what she’s doing right now..” “Y/N says she doesn’t like you.”

- Yes, he does tell people you are pretending to like but don’t actually that you dislike them. So you probably shouldn’t tell him if you don’t like someone..

- Accuses Kisaki of being jealous whenever he tells Hanma to shut up. “Jeez, Kisaki! If you want a girlfriend, I’ll be your trusted wingman. First off, make sure to disappear randomly to make yourself mysterious, girls love that…”

[lionwithinferioritycomplex]

Happy birthday Baji!

[murcielagozz]

[kayjayxx]

HOLYSHIT.

Have you ever seen an angel fall? No? I saw. He was magnificent, like a clear sky, like a miracle that came to us. When he fell to the ground, everything turned scarlet. That scarlet, crimson hue was terrible to the eyes. At that moment, I longed for death. I wanted to take the angel with me and sleep forever like him.

[sinfulseashell]

If its ok, may i pleas ask a question for Yan! Izana, Yan! Kakucho and Yan! Rin? How would they react to a very physically afectionate darling? One that kiss their scars and with out them even noticing always ends up in their laps happily hugging them.

A/N: Thank you for being so patient, and I’m so sorry for the long wait. 🥺

Y!Izana: “How cute.” He chuckled. Of course he wasn’t serious about his little answer considering he would find it quite annoying that their darling would be clingy. At least that’s how he would see it, “I don’t really know how to deal with “physical affection” maybe if they would try worshipping me then that would be better.” He hummed in thought. “Can’t you imagine them begging…” he smirked wickedly. “Anyways, I honestly don’t see why people want me to be so loving in the first place.” He scoffed. “Come on, Me? Loving? That’s funny.” Another smile played across his lips as he snickered to himself.

Y!Kakucho: At first the male wasn’t paying any mind to the host letting them ask their questions but when he realized that it was his time to answer, he sat up and cleared his throat. “I mean…they wouldn’t have to do such a thing…” he whispered.

Host: “-but what if your darling wanted to? That’s the question.”

Y!Kakucho: Bringing his hand to touch his scar a small smile spread over his lips. He was always taught that the mark was hideous even Izana complimented a few times, but to think his darling would go as far as to kiss them and give him affection he deeply craved…multicolored eyes looked towards the host. “I will make sure to forever cherish them…I’ll make sure they will never cry, or get hurt. I’ll do everything in my power to make the happy and be proud that they have someone like me to be by their side.” He smiled.

Y!Izana: “Still a loyal servant until the end.” He tsked.

Y!Rin: It was finally his turn to answer and of course he wasn’t going to be honest since he had a reputation of being an asshole to uphold, but thinking of his darling doing those things to him. Well that’s caused his heart to flutter and cheeks to flush, “What? I’m not going to give some heartfelt speech…this is stupid.” He hissed now crossing his arms over his chest and looking away flustered. Yet…while his heart slammed against his chest, all his mind could picture was how sweet his darling would look giving small kisses to his scars and his delicate he would hold him on his embrace.

[zerokurokawa]

Unfortunately, I found out that I suck at writing self inserts. I’ll give it another go once I finish my series.

Anyways, I have 6 chapters up right now for the first book. It’s titled REVERSE by @zerokurokawa - if anybody would like me to post the link to my fanfic.

If it gets popular enough, i’ll even post it on here instead of wattpad.

Thank you for your support. 🫀

"I have to do what I have to do, Valerie. There's nothing you can do to stop me." In which Baji Keisuke was going down the path of torment alone. HE was going to take down Kisaki no matter what. Valerie knew what this could lead to and ultimately planned to follow him through hell if it meant she could simply stay by his side.

🫀I REALLY HOPE EVERYBODY THAT READS IT LIKES IT BECAUSE IM WORKING SUPER HARD ON IT🫀

[axeii]

I've come back to post old art again. Maybe I'll stay this time.

[monochromaticbeans]

Chapter 41: Everything Is Gray

It seems like everything is gray

And there’s no color to behold.

“Fine Again” ~ Seether

The world blurred into a haze for Hikari—an endless, suffocating fog that clung to her every step. The days bled together, hours slipping by without meaning. Time felt warped, unreal, stretching and folding in on itself, the minutes were empty and hollow. Everything reminded her of him. Her phone still showed unanswered texts. One of his shirts still draped loosely over her, carrying his scent, a reminder both of his presence and of the love slipping further and further from her reach.

She was trapped in some dark in-between, unable to hold on, unable to let go, the weight of everything pressing down, making it impossible to breathe.

She’d never been a smoker. Not usually. But today, it seemed like the only thing she could think to do to numb herself, if only for a few moments. She pilfered one of her dad’s cigarettes from a pack in the kitchen as she'd done several times before, slipped up to the roof, and lit it with a shaky hand. The bitter taste filled her mouth as she took a drag, smoke curling up toward the gray clouds overhead. The sky seemed to mirror her own turmoil—a dull, monochromatic overcast.

Smoking didn’t help. The burn of the cigarette was just a distraction from the ache hollowing out her chest. Her eyes, puffy and raw from crying, scanned the sprawling city below without seeing it. She hadn’t slept—not since the memory of Keisuke’s fists pounding into Chifuyu became a nightmare she couldn’t shake.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

She took another drag, the cigarette trembling between her fingers as her mind slipped further into the fog.

“Hikari.”

The sound of her name broke through her thoughts. She turned, blinking to clear the haze, and saw Chifuyu and Takemichi standing at the entrance to the roof. Chifuyu’s gaze flicked to the cigarette in her hand before meeting her eyes, his face etched with worry.

“Smoking, huh?” Chifuyu’s voice was soft, carrying a wry note that almost sounded like a ghost of humor. “Baji-san would give you hell for that, you know.”

Hikari exhaled slowly, a plume of smoke escaping her lips as she looked down at the city below. “Yeah, well... he’s not here, is he?”

Takemichi shifted awkwardly beside Chifuyu, the weight of the unspoken hanging in the air between them. He’d only known her for a short time, but even he could feel the depth of her grief, the way it drained all the color from her.

Chifuyu stepped closer, shoving his hands into his pockets, and took a seat on the ledge beside her. His voice was low, the words barely a murmur. “We’ve been thinking. About Baji-san.”

She took another slow drag, her expression tired and defeated, her gaze distant. “Yeah?” she asked quietly. She’d thought of little else but him since that night.

“Look,” Chifuyu said, glancing at Takemichi before continuing, “I don’t think he’s actually turned his back on Toman. We went to see Kiyomasa,” he added, his tone darkening slightly. “And we think… Kisaki’s involved with Valhalla. He might actually be the head of the ‘headless angel' at the top.”

Hikari felt a chill run down her spine. Kisaki. The name alone felt like a poison, a toxin spreading beneath the surface. She’d sensed it from the moment he’d strolled into Groove Garden with Hanma. And it intensified when he was named the Third Division Captain.

Takemichi, standing close by, nodded. “We’re going to find Baji-kun,” he said, his voice hesitant but resolute. “We need to talk to him, figure out what’s really going on. And… we need you with us.”

Hikari’s heart twisted painfully, the image of Keisuke from that night flashing behind her eyes. The blood on his knuckles, Chifuyu lying broken beneath him. She wasn’t sure she could face him again—not after that. But she couldn’t just sit here on her ass, numb and trapped in this endless cycle of grief. She took a last drag, the cigarette burning down to its end, then stubbed it out on the ledge. The resolve settled into place as she exhaled the last plume of smoke into the chaos.

“Fine “ Turning to Chifuyu and Takemichi, she met their eyes, her voice soft but steady. “Let’s go.”

—

I trusted you in every way

But not enough to make you stay

Turn around, I've lost my ground.

“Rescue Me” ~ Tokio Hotel, (Eng. version)

The Shibuya-bashi bridge loomed ahead of them, the chilly wind biting at their skin as they made their way toward the figure standing at its center. Baji leaned back against the railing, his silhouette sharp against the overcast sky. The closer they got, the more Hikari could feel her heart pound in her chest, a strange mix of dread, sorrow, and fury swelling up inside her.

She knew it would hurt to see him again. But nothing could have prepared her for the sight of him standing there, wearing that jacket with the symbol of Valhalla. The enemy. It felt like he was spitting in the face of everything Toman stood for. Of everything they had shared and created together.

Hikari’s stomach twisted, her weariness weighing heavily on her. But it wasn’t just grief anymore. Her heartbreak was turning to anger, seething just beneath the surface. And now, seeing him like this, that anger was coming up like weeds pushing through cracks in the sidewalk.

As they approached, Baji finally turned to face them, his eyes sweeping over the three—Chifuyu, Takemichi, and Hikari. The moment he saw them together, he knew. He knew exactly why they were there. Why she was there.

“You’re wasting your time,” Baji said, his voice flat, devoid of emotion. “I’ve made up my mind.”

Chifuyu stepped forward, fists clenched at his sides. “We know Kisaki’s behind all this. We know you’re not really on Valhalla’s side.”

Baji’s face remained impassive, cold. “Believe whatever you want. It doesn’t change anything.”

Takemichi shifted uneasily, glancing between them, but Hikari couldn’t hold back any longer. Her fury erupted like a volcano, fiery and explosive, her voice slicing through the cold air.

“You know,” she said, her voice bitter as she eyed the Valhalla jacket with disdain, “that jacket looks like absolute shit on you.”

Baji’s eyes snapped to hers, a flicker of guilt in them before his jaw tightened, his face hardening. But Hikari wasn’t finished.

She stared him down with rage blazing in her eyes. “It doesn’t suit you at all, Keisuke.”

He knew she was right. That jacket—the symbol of everything he was supposed to be fighting against—was all wrong. He knew it. But he had no choice. He had to keep up this act, this façade, no matter how much it tore at him. He couldn’t let them in, couldn’t let her in.

Taking a step toward her, he met her gaze head-on, his voice low and firm. “I told you not to follow me.”

Her heart clenched, but she didn’t back down. Her anger was all that held her together now, the only thing keeping her from collapsing under the weight of everything. “I’m not following you,” she shot back, her voice unyielding. “I’m here to drag your ass back to Toman. Where you belong.”

Baji’s fists curled at his sides, every fiber of his being was screaming at him to reach out to her, to pull her close and tell her it was all going to be okay. But he couldn’t. He had to stay cold and detached. For her sake.

“I’m not going back,” he said, his voice a flat, emotionless shield. “I’m Valhalla now. And on Halloween, we’re going to crush Toman.”

The words felt like bitter poison in his mouth. He could barely stand to see her right now, his shirt peeking through her half-zipped hoodie, the necklace resting against her chest. The sight of her—worn out and broken from all of this with the faint scent of cigarette smoke clinging to her—tore him apart from the inside. She wasn't taking care of herself. He could see it in the dark circles under her eyes, her dull skin and messy hair, the way her shoulders slumped. Every inch of her was worn down by his choices.

He wanted to just grab her and run, far away from Valhalla, from Toman, from everything. But he couldn’t. This was the only way.

“You are not Valhalla, you are Toman, goddammit,” she spat, her voice cracked as she stormed toward him. Her hands trembled with frustration. Her anger shot out of her like an arrow straight at him.

“We are Toman, because of you! You pulled us all together, it was your fucking idea! Remember?” She shook with barely contained rage. She was done with the bullshit, and if it were anyone but him, they'd be leaving with a fat lip. Fire blazed in her eyes and she shoved her finger into his chest, letting loose her full wrath upon him.

“I’ve seen you do some really stupid shit, Baji Keisuke, but this? This is the most ridiculous, idiotic, dumbass shit I’ve ever seen from you!”

Her voice cracked as she lit into him, trembling with a mix of rage and grief that cut through the cold wind like a katana blade. She was done holding back, done pretending she could handle this. She was far too drained to keep up that mask, too broken by everything that had happened.

Baji’s heart twisted as her words hit him. He heard the truth in them, the anguish just beneath her rage. It was exactly why he tried to push her away, why he didn’t want her anywhere near this goddamn mess. But seeing the toll it was taking on her was more than he could bear.

Without a word, he turned on his heel and started to walk away. Each step felt like a knife twisting deeper, the distance between them filling with everything he couldn’t say. He had to keep moving. If he didn’t, he would break.

Hikari’s breath hitched, her heart racing as her hands curled into fists at her sides. She wasn’t ready to let him go, she couldn’t let him walk away. Not again.

“Keisuke…”

He stopped. He didn’t turn around, but he stopped.

Her chest tightened as she watched him stand there, just out of reach. She saw the tension in his shoulders, the way his fists clenched at his sides. He was battling with himself, torn between the decision he made and the love he has for her.

For a moment, the only sound between them was the wind whipping around the bridge, the silence thick with everything still unsaid.

And then, Hikari did the only thing she knew that might reach him.

“I am weak, but I am strong.

I can use my tears to bring you home.

I’m waiting, I’m waiting for you.”

Her voice cracked under the weight of her emotions, pouring her heart into each word as the melody carried across the space between them. Each word was raw, each note laced with desperation in her plea for him to come back.

His breath stilled as her voice reached him, the sound pulling at his heartstrings and unraveling the tight control he fought so hard to maintain. He knew what she was doing. He knew what it meant.

He shoved his trembling hands into his jacket pockets, his heart aching as her voice echoed through the air, raw and vulnerable. He wanted to turn around and run to her, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t let her get caught up in this any more than she already was.

He knew how stubborn she was—once she set her mind to something, she dug in and hung on like a tick. And right now, she had her mind set on bringing him home. On saving him.

But he couldn’t let her.

You deserve better than this, Hikari. His thoughts raced, tangled with guilt and frustration.

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to take a step. Then another. His body felt like lead, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

Every step he took felt like a betrayal, each footfall echoing in his chest like a slow, breaking heartbeat. Her voice hung in the air, haunting him, and he had to fight with every fiber of his being not to turn around and run back to her.

Hikari watched as he walked away, each step tearing deeper into her heart. Her mind screamed for him to stop, to turn back, but he kept moving, every step carving a wider chasm between them.

He’s really leaving.

Tears filled her eyes as her anger deflated, and she let them fall, hot and silent, her body trembling as the weight of everything finally crashed down. She’d given him all she had—her voice, her heart, her soul. And yet, he was still slipping away.

The bridge felt empty, the last note of her song a whisper lost in the cold wind. She grasped the railing, steadying herself as her legs threatened to give out, the ache in her chest unbearable.

I couldn’t reach him.

Behind her, Chifuyu and Takemichi stood in silence, both feeling the gravity of her pain. Chifuyu’s heart clenched at the sight of her, shoulders slumped and eyes dull, so small against the harsh gray sky. Takemichi shifted awkwardly, his face twisted with worry, unsure how to ease the heavy silence pressing down on them.

Hikari drew in a shaky breath, her voice barely a whisper. “I don’t know what else to do.”

She turned to face them, her red, tear-streaked eyes lost and distant, trapped somewhere between grief and resignation. “I failed.”

Chifuyu stepped forward, his voice gentle but steady. “Hikari, it’s not your fault. You didn’t fail.”

But she shook her head, gripping the railing so hard her knuckles were white. “But I did,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I couldn’t get through to him. And I don’t know how to bring him back.”

Her words faltered, her body sagging on the verge collapse. She looked up, her eyes searching their faces for reassurance, though she feared the answer was already written in their silence.

Takemichi opened his mouth to speak, but no words came. He didn’t know how to comfort her, not when the same doubt gnawed at him. But Chifuyu’s resolve held. He stepped closer, resting a hand on her shoulder, his gaze firm as he met her eyes.

“No,” he said, a quiet determination in his voice. “We haven’t lost him. Not yet.”

Hikari’s eyes met his, a glimmer of hope trying to surface underneath the despair and burned-out rage.

“He’s still in there,” Chifuyu insisted. “I know he is. And you know it, too.”

She swallowed hard, wanting to believe him—wanting desperately to believe that somewhere, beneath all the bullshit, Keisuke was still the boy she loved, the one who would never really turn his back on them. On her. But the weight of doubt lingered like a stone in her chest.

“I don’t know how much more of this shit I can take,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “Everywhere I look, everything I touch… it’s all tied to him. I can’t escape it. And I don’t know what to do.”

Her hand moved to the wolf pendant hanging around her neck, the last part of him she had, a fragile connection she couldn’t bear to lose.

“But I can’t give up,” she said, her voice growing stronger. “I just can't. Even though it's killing me.”

Takemichi nodded, admiration in his gaze as he watched her find her footing, despite everything tearing her apart. Somehow, despite the heartbreak and pain, she still held onto that sliver of hope, thin as it may be.

“We’ll figure it out,” Chifuyu promised, his voice full of quiet conviction. “We’ll bring him back. Together.”

She glanced between them, the warmth of their support steadying her, a small lifeline amid the chaos. As much as the pain consumed her, she wasn’t alone in this.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice soft but full of gratitude.

But even as she stood there with Chifuyu and Takemichi beside her, a part of her still felt hollow, the weight of Keisuke’s absence pressing down on her.

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

Did I really take that long to realize Walhalla is nicknamed 'the headless angel' and that the only character in tr with an angel name is Mikey (Michael)? Yes.

[decomposing-romantic]

Hanma’s Tattoos

Okay, this might be like “who gives a shit??” but I think the translation for Hanma’s tattoos being “sin” and “punishment” is a slight mistranslation. I think his tattoos are actually meant to be read as “crime” and “punishment” as a reference to the novel by Dostoevsky.

In Japanese the kanji used for the title Crime and Punishment is the same kanji on Hanma’s hands, and the crime part of the tattoo can be read as sin or crime

(photos from Jisho.org)

Like obviously it’s not that serious or anything but I think it’s really cool if it’s meant to be a reference. Because like, the tattoos he has are definitely those same kanji

I think it’s both really cool and also quite funny if his tattoos are actually meant to be read as Crime and Punishment but because of translations the English fandom has been saying “sin” and “punishment”