#yandere wakasa x reader

[kissesforsatoru]

Yan Waka doing the how many licks does it take to the center of the lollipop but it’s how many licks does it take to have you withering under him. Where he has a bag of various candy flavor lollipops where he sucks on for a while till their coated with all his saliva. He then spreads the wet coated canh stick all over your hole then shoved it in while he’s licking your cunt and clit lapping and making sure he leaves no residue of candy flavor left. Then pulling out the lollipop in your hole to eat you out making sure all your walls are lick and suck away of any of the candy flavor.

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cw : smut, no specified genitals so gn!reader

the thing about wakasa is he can do this for hours, and he will take his sweet time with it too. slow, soft licks is his game, just to tease you because we all know how much he loves to tease. he's the type to hold down your hips to keep you exactly where he wants you on his tongue. waka is in complete control of the speed, the intensity, and the pressure--you can beg him to go faster or be rougher with you all you want, but wakasa will only do what he feels like doing; in fact, he loves to see you break for him, loves every whine and moan and mewl and sweetly strung beg that leave your pretty little lips.

wakasa will go back and forth between sucking on his lollipop and lapping at you, thoroughly mixing the taste of you with the flavor of his lollipop. and wakasa is not going to be shy about telling you how good you taste, or anything like that. "mm, you taste good with cherry," or "fuck, so sweet, baby, you're like my own personal candy. i might just come suck on you from now on instead of my lollipops."

wakasa knows no shame, so when you start squirming or making noises of embarrassment while trying to close your legs, he'll just push them right back open and keep going at you, and you can feel the smug smirk on his lips as he does.

and don't think he said that last part just to get a rise out of you, he will actually pull you aside randomly whenever he feels like it so he can go down on you because the taste of you is far better than any lollipop ever could be.

[m4nj1r0s]

Slightly!Yandere Shinichiro general headcannons

Note: I went off-track a little with cute moments 😭

- SIMP. You’ve probably heard it 100 times, so let me be the 101st, he is a SIMP.

- Has your picture as his lock screen and Home Screen, has a polaroid of you two in the back of his CLEAR phone case, another polaroid in his wallet and a framed picture of the two of you in his shop.

- Looks at you with love-hearts in his eyes whenever you’re talking. It could be about the economical state of the world and he’d still listen intently just because you’re the one saying it.

- Everyone says he doesn’t have any skills with girls, which is true, but he is genuine and that’s already better than the majority of men.

- Will hug and kiss you in front of his friends because he literally does not care what they think. They’ll all probably groan and tell him it’s gross.

- Has accidentally blown a puff of smoke in your face from a cigarette and when you started to cough he panicked. Got you a cute teddy bear to say sorry though.

- Has your skincare and makeup routine memorized, and products. This man knows your shade and the brand you use for foundation and concealer. Always stocks it up for you when he sees you’re running low. Loves to watch you apply skincare and makeup and will get flustered if you ask him to put it on for you.

- Is always so gentle with you. He hasn’t hurt you, and won’t ever. Not even accidentally. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him!

- Benkei and Takeomi give him bad girl advice. Wakasa knows better but he’s never around when the other two give Shinichiro advice… When he tries it with you, he gets genuinely shocked when you tell him you don’t like whatever he tried.

- One time, he asked you if you were on your period because you were mad at him, and when you asked him why the hell he would ask that, he replied “Takeomi told me that you’d think I was attentive and knowledgeable about women’s hormones if I asked you!!”

- They’re probably the reason he doesn’t get girls tbh

- But he has you, he doesn’t need anyone else.

- He does get jealous super easily. He doesn’t even know how he pulled you in the first place, but he WON’T lose you.

- Has and will use his connections from the Black Dragons to beat anyone who tries to get with you. He’s not going to get his hands dirty (probably because he doesn’t know how to) if he has people to do it for him.

- Celebrates every little milestone in your relationship. Expects you to remember as well. Like, what do you mean you forgot this is the anniversary of the first time he fed you?!

- Dreams of a nice, domestic life with you in the future whenever he sees you with Emma and Mikey. He wants 4 kids and a nice house by his grandpa’s dojo.

- Mikey and Emma LOVE you. You’re their big sister now! Especially Emma. It’s hard for her in an all male household, so you’re her rock when it comes to things her brothers and grandpa don’t understand.

- Emma loves to do girl things with you, like face-masks, doing nails and gossiping about boys you guys like. Although it’s only really Emma who talks about boys she likes, since she’ll get grossed out if you talk about Shinichiro in a romantic manner. That’s her stupid, goofy older brother after all..

- Mikey is constantly asking you if Shinichiro is paying you to pretend to be his girlfriend because you’re wayyyyy out of his league! Shinichiro is a bland 4 and you’re a 10!!

- Mikey and Emma definitely crash your guys’ dates sometimes. Especially if you guys are going on a picnic or to the mall.

- Grandpa Sano likes you as well, you’re keeping Shinichiro from getting into trouble and being a goof. Although, most of that is just how he is.

- Mikey definitely introduces you to Draken as his big sister. And Draken probably sees you as his big sister too, you guys probably do have cute moments.

- One time, you saw Draken sat on a bench on his own and you took him to the convenience store and got him candy to cheer him up and talk about why he was looking down. Mikey joined you guys half-way through with a bag of dorayaki (no, he did not share).

- All in all, you guys are a cute ass couple and the kids all look up to you two.

[cannellee]

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha! tokyorev x omega! reader (pairing : mitsuya, rin, kakucho, baji, wakasa, muto, shinichiro, ran)

— their reactions to their omega constantly getting nosebleeds

MY MASTERLIST : ☆

𐙚 ALPHA! MITSUYA

as expected of mitsuya, he carries handkerchiefs on him at all times and hands them to you even before you can notice your nose bleeding yourself.

he's knowledgeable and softly guides your head in the best position to naturally stop the bleeding. he pats and kisses your head when you start complaining about how annoying this problem of yours is and reassures you that no, he doesn't mind at all taking care of it, telling you how he likes to feel useful to his lovely omega.

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𐙚 ALPHA! RIN

he is a bit surprised at first, he doesn't understand how someone can have such a weak constitution. your allergies actually are the causes of all your nosebleeds and you can't do much to stop them from happening.

still, he tries to remind you to take your medicines and feels the urge to comfort and support his sweet omega whenever you cry from frustration. he's hugging you and spreading strong pheromones to force your mind to think about something else.

when it's less serious, he's sometimes softly laughing at your annoyed face to lighten up the mood while still taking your feelings seriously.

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𐙚 ALPHA! KAKUCHO

kakucho is holding the tissue for you, insisting you let him help you, gently tilting your head back and pinching your nose : "hey love, let's get you settled".

he's actually very worried about you and his alpha instincts push him to make sure his omega is healthy and safe, which is why he'll schedule a doctor's appointment. your constant nosebleeds can't be normal and kakucho is too preoccupied to simply let your nose bleed several times a week. there has to be consequences about such a thing and kakucho ain't taking any risks.

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𐙚 ALPHA! BAJI

calls you his little soldier.

he's thinks it's cool at first, it makes you look tough and reckless. but he notices how regular those happen and he gets lowkey scared for your safety.

as they became a recurring issue, he made sure to keep an eye on you, looking out for you, making sure you were eating well and drinking enough, thrusting a water bottle into your hands whenever you do as much as mention that youre thirsty.

he'll tell you to not push yourself too hard and to rely on him whenever you're too tired, even his long hair is yours to do whatever you want with : braid them, put ribbons and pink hair clips... as long as it brings a smile to your lips, he's ready to comply. that's what he's here for after all!

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𐙚 ALPHA! WAKASA

you're actually surprised to see him express such worry for you. as laid back as he can be, he knows that you getting so many nosebleeds in such a short amount of time is abnormal and he gets concerned when you simply shrug it off with a smile, telling him it's okay.

the first time it happened, his eyes narrowed with concern, but he managed to keep his composure : "easy there", he'd say softly, guiding you to sit down, "breathe, it's okay". he's very gentle and soothing in his approach, no matter what, you feel well taken care of and his comforting scent feels nice.

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𐙚 ALPHA! MUTO

the way he handles your nosebleeds is very rigorous, he literally approaches the situation methodically.

"sit down", he orders you firmly, guiding you to a chair and pressing a cloth to your nose. "tilt forward, not back." you simply look at him with an amused pout because you don't see what's the big deal about it, but muto's concern for you is real and he doesn't like how carelessly you treat your health.

but after all, it's his job as an alpha to make sure his omega is all right. he doesn't mind you being clueless and reckless about it, he's here to compensate.

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𐙚 ALPHA! SHINICHIRO

shinichiro doesn't know much about omegas, he does know that you're more fragile than the rest of society but he isn't aware that it sometimes comes with health issues. you getting nosebleeds was something which happened your whole life : you were sensitive to temperature changes and too much effort led to this problem of yours.

shinichiro panicked at first ; you didn't bump your head on anything so what could be the cause ? he'd jump at your side and have a horrified expression once you start laughing at him. he doesn't know what to do at first and you're the one who have to grab a tissue to dry your nose.

after reassuring him for the tenth time that you're fine, he's more on his guard than he ever was, constantly eye siding you, just in case anything else happens to you. he offers you his best support and will do anything if it can soothe his precious omega.

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𐙚 ALPHA! RAN

yes he's worried at first, but quickly figures out after checking your health record that it's simply a minor issue and bothers you more during your daily life than it can harm you.

he actually finds it very cute how you handle your nosebleeds, he loves to see you walk around as if everything's normal, with two pieces of tissue inside both your nostrils. he takes quick pictures before you can even notice and enjoys your angry pheromones once you see his laughing face.

but he does take you seriously and only act like this when he knows you won't take it to heart. if you do feel self-conscious about it, he'll scent you all over, jokingly biting your soft cheek in hopes to make you smile, which always works by the way!

[youatemylollipop]

I really really liked the way you wrote those yandere headcanons! Could you write some more but with Shinichiro and Wakasa?

A/N: I think this post makes it pretty obvious that I’m simping for Wakasa hardcore!😳

Ft: Imaushi Wakasa & Sano Shinichiro (Tokyo Revengers).

Part One: Hanagaki Takemichi, Ryūguji Ken & Sano Manjirō ➵ Tokyo Revengers

Part Two: Kokonoi Hajime & Kurokawa Izana ➵ Tokyo Revengers

⚠️ WARNING: Yandere, possessiveness, obsession, dependency, violence, kidnapping, delusional behavior, slightly suggestive on Wakasa’s part, stalking, manipulation & overprotectiveness.

Imaushi Wakasa

➵ Wakasa's demeanor is quite indifferent towards his darling and the world around him, which often makes him blend in seamlessly. Despite his obsession with his darling, he doesn't show any strong emotions or become visibly upset when things don't go his way.

➵ He is a keen observer and pays close attention to his darling's every move from afar. He notices even the smallest changes in their behavior and daily routine, which helps him plan his next move accordingly.

➵ Wakasa doesn't befriend just anyone, and it takes a lot to gain his trust and interest. He only reaches out to his darling when his obsession with them starts to grow, and he believes that they are worthy of his time and attention.

➵ Wakasa's tactics to isolate his darling from their friends involve spreading malicious rumors about them, making others believe that his darling is a bad influence or is involved in illegal activities. He sees this as a necessary step to protect his darling from negative influences.

➵ If Wakasa's efforts to isolate his darling fail, he is not afraid to resort to violence to remove any perceived threats. He sees this as a necessary step to protect his darling from harm and ensure their safety.

➵ He has unwavering faith in his darling, believing that they can do no wrong. Even if his darling admits to committing a serious crime, he refuses to believe that they could be capable of such actions.

➵ Wakasa's actions to isolate his darling are done in such a way that his darling remains unaware of his involvement. His darling only sees him as a loyal friend and confidant, unaware of the lengths he goes to protect and control their relationship.

➵ Wakasa is a master of manipulation and can subtly influence his darling's thoughts and actions without them realizing it. He knows how to push their buttons and make them believe that his ideas and opinions are their own.

➵ Wakasa has high standards and expectations for his darling and strives to make them the best they can be. He sees their flaws as opportunities for improvement and will go to great lengths to help them achieve their full potential.

➵ Wakasa's love for his darling is all-consuming, and he will do anything to protect them from harm. He sees himself as their guardian angel, always watching over them and ready to intervene if necessary.

➵ His actions are always part of a long-term plan, and he thinks several steps ahead. He carefully considers every move he makes and the potential consequences, ensuring that his actions always align with his ultimate goal of protecting and controlling his darling.

➵ Despite his intense feelings for his darling, Wakasa remains emotionally detached and rarely shows any vulnerability. He sees his emotions as a weakness that could be used against him and keeps them hidden beneath a calm and collected exterior.

➵ Wakasa sees himself as the only person capable of saving his darling from the world and its dangers. He sees his obsession as a noble and selfless act, believing that he is the only one who truly understands and cares for his darling.

➵ While Wakasa's actions seem to stem from a desire to protect his darling, there may be deeper, hidden motivations at play. He may be seeking validation, control, or even a sense of ownership over his darling.

Wakasa was observing your figure silently as you continued to doodle something in your notebook. You weren’t drawing anything in particular, just some random hearts and smileys here and there.

But the male wasn’t too focused on that. Instead, he was watching the expression adoring your features. Eyebrows furrowed in concentration, pink tongue peeking out from between your lips. You looked so adorable in that moment, Wakasa had to restrain himself from pinching your cheeks.

Then you looked up at him, arching an eyebrow in a silent question. The male sent you a lazy smirk, lilac eyes containing a hint of mischief that caused a small giggle to escape your lips.

“Do you want to ditch?”

A shudder ran down your spine as you felt his hot breath fanning against your skin, a not so subtle blush dusting your cheeks. He had mouthed those words so quietly, you wouldn’t have been able to hear them, had he not gotten so close to you—mouth practically touching your exposed neck.

“Waka,” you whispered to him in a warning tone. Though the male seemed to be the least bit threatened by it, simply arching an eyebrow as if he was challenging you. Then you felt his hand rubbing your thigh sensually and tried swatting it away, only for him to start off where he had been previously interrupted.

You shot him a glare as you felt his hand trailing your thigh, but the male wasn’t looking at you anymore, bored lilac eyes staring ahead. Pursing your lips you ripped off a small piece of paper before scribbling something on it. This earned you a curious look from the otherwise always bored male.

“Promise?”

You blushed, facing the other direction so he couldn’t see your red face, which was futile since there was no way Wakasa wouldn’t be able to notice. Of course he would, there had never even gone a single day without him watching you. Whether he was close beside you, or somewhere in the distance, did not matter.

Too flustered to pronounce a word, you simply nodded, eyes shadowed by your bangs. In response, the male squeezed your thigh gently before removing his hand.

A subtle sensation of ownership slowly began to envelope his senses. You were just too pure and fragile for this dark and toxic world. Too innocent. It had only been a matter of time before those rotten pests would finally realize how much better you were than them.

…They never stood a chance to begin with.

Sano Shinichiro

➵ Shinichiro is the kind of yandere who believes in love at first sight, and that's exactly what happened when he laid eyes on his darling for the first time. He was instantly infatuated and couldn't resist the urge to be with them.

➵ Although he kidnaps his darling, Shinichiro doesn't do it to harm them in any way. He just wants to keep them close and protect them from any potential threats. He knows that his actions are extreme, but he genuinely believes that it's the only way to keep his beloved safe.

➵ Shinichiro is severely delusional, thinking that he and his darling are the perfect match for each other. He sees no one else in the world that could make his darling as happy as he can.

➵ Despite his delusions, Shinichiro is not manipulative. He never tries to force his darling to do anything they don't want to do. He respects their boundaries and always asks for their consent before doing anything.

➵ Shinichiro is extremely protective of his darling, and he will become violent if anyone poses a threat to them. However, he will never physically harm his darling, no matter how angry he gets.

➵ He truly believes that his darling is deeply in love with him, just as he is with them. He sees their every action as a sign of their love, even if it's something as simple as a smile or a nod.

➵ Shinichiro is very clingy and affectionate with his darling. He loves to hold them close and shower them with kisses and compliments. He wants to make them feel loved and appreciated every second of every day.

➵ Despite his clinginess, Shinichiro is still mindful of his darling's boundaries. He knows when they need space and will give it to them without hesitation.

➵ Shinichiro is very attentive to his darling's needs. He always makes sure they have everything they need, whether it's food, water, or a warm blanket. He wants them to feel comfortable and cared for at all times.

➵ He has a habit of talking to himself when he's alone with his darling. He'll often say things like, "We're so perfect together," or "I'll never let anyone hurt you." It's his way of reinforcing his delusions and reminding himself of how much he loves his darling.

➵ Shinichiro is very possessive of his darling, but not in a creepy or controlling way. He just wants to be the only one who can make them happy.

➵ Shinichiro is not afraid to show his emotions around his darling. He's not the type of yandere who tries to hide his feelings or put up a tough exterior. He wants his darling to know how much he loves them and how much they mean to him.

➵ He has a certain innocence about him. He sees the world through the eyes of a romantic, which is why his delusions are so extreme. He truly believes that he and his darling are meant to be together forever.

➵ Shinichiro’s love for his darling is unconditional. He would do anything to make them happy, even if it means sacrificing his own happiness. He just wants to see them smile and know that they're loved.

A sudden gasp escaped your cold, almost numb lips as you covered your mouth on pure instinct before walking over to the beat-up male. Without paying much thought, you cupped his cheek gently as a bruise slowly began to bloom on the pale skin. His bottom lip had been busted, small droplets of blood trailing down.

Mouth opening and closing like a fish as you tried to form a coherent sentence, but no words seemed to come out. Sensing your growing worry the male simply let out a laugh, “There’s no need to worry, I’ve taken beatings far worse than this.”

You eyed him skeptically, guilt gnawing at the back of your throat. Fully aware that it had been your carelessness that had put this boy in danger.

Shaking your head, you spoke timidly, “Thank you for saving me Sano-kun, I don’t know what would have happened to me, had you not interfered.”

Onyx eyes widened at the mention of his name, a subtle blush coating his cheeks. Your voice was like a silent melody, delicate and beautiful as it evaporated in the cold air. It was even prettier up close.

“So, you recognized me?” He said, a laugh following his question as he rubbed his neck sheepishly. You smiled softly at the boy’s awkwardness, finding it exceptionally cute. There was just something very endearing about it.

Then his expression suddenly went serious. “But you won’t have to worry about those bastards anymore,” he said, gaze holding a sort of firmness that made you feel grounded. The male didn’t elaborate further on the subject, shoving his bruised knuckles into his jean’s pockets.

Instead of pressing him on the matter, you simply nodded. Perhaps that was a pretty careless thing for you to do, but at the time, you didn’t think much about it. Neither did you second guess yourself when you accepted his suggestion to give you a ride home.

It was only when you entered your house that a small hint of unease began creeping in. You leaned your back against the hard and sturdy wooden door, pressing your lips into a firm line as you recalled your conversation. You never remembered telling him the address…

…So how did he know where you lived?

[cheesus-doodles]

Chapter 7: Swallow the Sun

Former Gang Leader Darling AU (Red Dragonflies)

Red Dragonflies Masterlist | Masterlist | Ao3 Link for the Sane

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The silence that filled the room was palpable, in every sense of the word. It weighed heavy on your shoulders, the air thick and heavy with every breath becoming harder and harder to take, the tension that clogged your lungs almost as if it was an invisible viscous liquid dripping from the ceiling and slowly filling the room. You never liked the feeling that crept like an eerie fog up your legs despite having gotten well acquainted with it by now; just the life of a negotiator you supposed, more so when the parties involved tend to be hot-headed and overly-excitable delinquent gang leaders faced with difficult decisions. 

Time felt like it had come to a crawl as the world held its breath. It was an unusually quiet afternoon for the city of Shinagawa, the usual hum of traffic buzzing down the nearby downtown area noticeably missing from the background hum. Even the wind that rattled the clear windows lining one wall just prior to the Black Dragons’ arrival had faded away into a cloudless sky, leaving just the uncaring sun watching on mercilessly. But you didn’t rush, didn’t try to hurry the other party who seemed to have frozen in place, Taiju simply wordlessly staring you down with those beastly yellow eyes, the lack of emotions on his face a heart-racing sight for a lesser delinquent, while Inupi and Koko flanking him were outright gaping at you with their shock worn on their sleeves.

The calm before the storm. You understood what you were asking - no, demanding - from them. Well aware of the implication and the loaded threat that your words carried, it wasn't an if but a when and how the Black Dragons were going to be merged into your own gang, whether they wanted it to happen or not. Yet, despite the seemingly sudden nature of this meeting with Taiju, you knew that this had been really a long time coming. All these years you had watched silently from the sidelines as Shinichiro’s gang was ran into the ground by unworthy leaders, its name and reputation tainted and soiled; this was simply the final straw, and no longer were you going to let his good name be sullied any more: at least you could hold your head high and say that you upheld your oath. Quashing down the surging memories of the equally horrid direction that Izana had led the gang down during his time at the head of the Black Dragons, you turned your attention back to the painful, painful waiting: not that you didn’t want to think of the underground smuggling ring or the crime-for-hire that your former lover ran, but it wasn’t an issue to solve at this point.

The oppressive stillness seemed to stretch on, each passing second amplifying the sense of anticipation, as if the room itself were counting down to the inevitable release and the coming explosion. And oh how you hated to wait - the unpredictability of what was to come was like daggers in your skin. There was truly nothing worse than being caught off guard; you had learnt that lesson the hard way multiple times before. At least even in these turbulent minutes you mused, you could count on the rhythmic sound of Furusawa’s heavy breathing from behind you to keep you grounded as you waited, a reassurance that your best friend was there to back you up regardless of how this nasty business turned out.

In an instance, the momentary tranquility shattered, and reality came crashing back down. “What the fuck did you just say?!” His words came out almost like a hiss as Taiju leaned forward, open palm slamming down onto the abused coffee table that separated you and him, the vein on his forehead seemingly throbbing more than usual as the blue-haired boy gritted his teeth. 

Pulling yourself out from your thoughts, you leveled your gaze at the gang leader who sat from across you, turning your full attention back to the present. This wasn’t the right time to be nostalgic about the past or ponder the future. “Should I repeat myself?” You raised one questioning eyebrow. No, it was time to play.

“You’re taking me as a fool? Huh?!” He sneered, teeth bared. “Merge my gang under yours? This a fucking game to you, little girl?”

The taunt failed to rile you up enough, even if the strong emphasis on the Black Dragons being his did send a flash of irritation through your chest. No, the gang had never been his. It was Shinichiro’s and Takeomi’s, Wakasa’s and Benkei’s. Taiju was simply another steward for their legendary legacy, just like Izzy had been. Not his. A quick glance at Inupi and you saw the same turmoil in those blue eyes, but you swallowed the rising annoyance. You had worse thrown your way before. “Surely you can’t be suggesting something so vile, Taiju-san,” Bending over slightly to lightly pick your full cup off of the coffee table, you continued, your voice as even as the color of a cloudless midday sky. “I have never messed around in meetings, and never will. This is serious business.”

His tiger eyes seemed to glimmer and glint from the sunlight that filtered through the large window panes, as if simply waiting for a chance to tear into you. To eat you alive. “Then what the fuck are you trying to say?”

You sighed, unimpressed with the lack of tact on show. You didn’t fear the newest of the Black Dragon Presidents, not in the slightest, but you could at least empathize with his poor victims; this man left little room for negotiation for those who lived in his shadow. Fortunately, you did not. “I’m sure you understood me perfectly fine, Taiju-san.” Leaning back onto your chair and taking a sip of your tea, you continued to meet his infuriated stare from the brim of your cup with barely a blink. Deciding that this little dance was going nowhere, you forged ahead. “You must have heard of the brewing storm coming your way.”

Taiju didn’t seem the least bit phased. “You mean that 8th Generation Black Dragon leader? Izana?” Scoffing, the blue-haired boy flicked his hand nonchalantly, as if waving off the fly he thought Izana would be. “Won’t be the slightest issue, dealing with that rat.”

You hummed, a low, single-toned haunting note. “I wouldn’t be too sure. Izana’s a lot stronger than he looks.” A fact that you knew firsthand and all too well - even you wouldn’t be able to take him down alone, with or without the handicaps he would give you.

Silence fell over the room once again, those shaking, balled-up fists told you everything you needed to know. Consumed by anger and preferring to speak with his fists, you noted to yourself, and you wondered if you would have gotten further along if you had just let Furu at him from the start. Maybe you should now in fact - this particular meeting of leaders is coming along much rougher than you had hoped, and your precious free time was slowly but surely ticking down the drain. Yes, it was indeed time to instigate, even if you did risk another human-sized hole in your walls. Pulling yourself back up, placing your cup gingerly back down at the coffee table with a clink as porcelain met porcelain. “What I have been trying to say is,” you leaned forward, head cocked slightly to the side as a small taunting smile began to pull at your lips. “The Black Dragons are far too important to me to let you lose.”

And that was all it took.

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Inupi had been looking forward to meeting you again for a very long time. He hadn’t been sure if he would ever be given the opportunity to do so, after everything that had gone down two years ago and you had evaporated into thin air after abruptly retiring, but now here you were. You looked so similar from when he had last seen you standing side by side with Izana, sans the physical growth, you had barely changed - but the weariness in your eyes. The sheer exhaustion that tainted your once lively eyes, it seemed to have only increased and intensified as the years went by; there was no doubt even with all he had witnessed in his life, those eyes had already experienced so much more. An old soul trapped in a young body was what you were, though it wasn’t hard for the Black Dragon member to remember the times that you had away from such heavy gang duties or the times you had spent with your now ex-boyfriend; the times when your eyes would light up as if fireworks against the dark winter sky, and your youth would come rushing back into that gaze like an water out of an opened dam.

Even this infamous meeting room brought back memories; its plush carpet always kept in tiptop condition, the eternal dance of the cranes across the walls, and the homely, worn wooden coffee table that was the centerpiece of the room. After all, the former Black Dragon Vice Captain had once spent hours within these four walls, locked at attention while watching over meetings where you and Izana poured over gang matters and strategies. Not too different from what was happening now, Inupi supposed, crystal blue eyes sliding to glance at the head of alternating blue and white hair that now occupied the sofa opposite of you. 

But you always had this presence about you; not those heavy types like Taiju’s, one that commanded fear and attention. No, you had a different type of draw; you brought a sense of closure. An unyielding, constant pressure that meetings in your presence, be it in a room or on the battlefield, will one way or another be brought to a close, with the type of ending they get being left up to your unfortunate victims to decide. 

The stoic mask the blond-haired delinquent wore threatened to break when your gaze landed on him, and your lips twitched upwards ever so slightly as you greeted him, but through sheer self-control, he had managed to simply acknowledge your attention. Now standing in your presence once more, Inupi could only wish it was you that he had approached for help with reviving the Black Dragons - the gang would have greatly benefited from a calm and experienced hand at the helm if you hadn’t upped and vanished immediately after you resigned from your beloved Reds.

And it only grew clearer and clearer that mistakes had been made as the meeting dragged on. Hearing you all but order Taiju into giving up the Black Dragons to you was the straw that broke the camel’s back, a gut punch that Inupi struggled to keep his face straight through; the reason they were here was because of his failure. There was no doubt that a lifelong delinquent like Izana’s former right-hand man had not heard the rumors swirling around about his old boss, and you being here to rescue his beloved gang from the depths of the pit he had dug them into only served to highlight one fact. Too important to let them - to let him - lose the gang: you were here because of his failure that started all the way back with the end of the Eighth Generation of Black Dragons. 

Failure to protest harder against Shion being Izana’s successor, failure to pick a better boss to follow, failure to do better: there was no other way to put it. He had failed Izana, failed Shinichiro, failed the once-pristine legacy of the Black Dragons again and again. Scars and sins that he carried, that he once hoped he could lay bare before you, for the infamous Negotiator to wash it all away; but not like this.

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Koko must have noticed the turmoil brewing right under those usually impassive eyes, the financier glancing over in his direction with furrowed eyebrows.

Right as his black-haired friend was about to ask, the entire mood changed, and those almond eyes snapped right back towards the silent, tense standoff that dominated the room. In that moment, the universe felt as if it had collapsed in on Inupi’s gut, the flare of desperate screams to move, to fight, to duck from the back of his head overwhelming each and every one of his senses. But there was no time to react. The sunflower-blond boy wasn't sure what had happened, or who was faster. It was as if both Taiju and Furusawa had moved within the span of a sole heartbeat; a single blink, too fast for him to even catch; and the next thing he knew, his entire view of you was filled by the jarring red of Furusawa’s jacket and the black of his shirt, the draft he generated whipping his jacket backwards. An ominous creak of wood, and Inupi chanced a quick glance upwards - and there, held above your Vice Captain’s head with a sole hand was the other half of your beloved camelback sofa set that Taiju had been sitting on just seconds earlier, its shadow eclipsing the ceiling light around where you sat.

Silence consumed everyone present, as if the room was suddenly emptied of air. Inupi barely dared to breathe should break the temporary peace, blue shaky eyes darting between the brown and pink-haired man and Taiju belied the neutral, unmoved expression Inupi wore. What happened?

Chocolate eyes met yellow ones easily, with neither party willing to back down. The sight of the sofa failing to reach its intended target, however, didn’t seem to be enough of a deterrent to any further rash actions, as Inupi watched the Tenth Generation Black Dragon President reach for the walnut coffee table with the definite intent to hurl that as well, the telltale veins on his forehead throbbing with every heartbeat. 

This time though, Furusawa was faster. A loud thud shattered the silence as a steel-toed boot came crashing down, the worn wood beneath letting out a groan at the sudden impact as it was pinned back down firmly to the carpet, a force too strong even for Taiju’s usually imposing strength to overcome. “Wanna take this outside, punk?” The Beast of the Underworld grinned as he leaned forward, that usual friendly, oblivious smile Inupi remembered having turned rather sinister, his sharp canines glinting even under the warm ceiling lights. “I can take you out right now. Makes Boss’ job a lot easier too.” 

It was a threat as clear as the sun rising at midnight, and no doubt Furusawa could back it up and come out the other end without missing a breath off; not only was it well know within delinquent circles how monstrous your Vice Captain was, but also how much the man was always itching for a fight. The mere memory of the last fight Inupi had witnessed years ago where this fighting behemoth decided he was bored and decimated an entire gang himself - he would rather avoid that happening to him at all costs. The logo of the white dragonfly neatly embroidered on the breast of Furusawa’s red jacket was as much a threat as it was a reminder for everyone else to thread carefully: this was still the heart of the Red Dragonflies’ territory, and no matter the supposed strength of the latest generation of Black Dragons, you had historically always came out on top. Results speak for themselves.

And for all the ongoings around you, your small figure remained unmoved. Fingers tapping rhythmically on one knee of your neatly crossed legs as your gaze flittered between the four boys with not a single hair out of place; your continued composure in the face of imminent danger was just one of the things that Inupi had always admired about you. That, and the full trust you always had in your right-hand man and Vice Captain Mamoru Furusawa for your safety and security - it wasn’t lost on the seasoned delinquent that you hadn’t flinched the slightest bit at the sofa flying your way, making no moves to avoid the threat, let alone dodge. Even Izana would have reacted back in the day, Inupi mused. 

You seemed content in letting this little game play out for a while more, a small smile pulling at the corner of your lips. Perhaps to sate Taiju’s bloodlust, but he was well past done letting Taiju embarrass the Black Dragons and Shinichiro’s good name any further. This was getting way too out of hand.

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Taking a step forward was all that was needed to draw the room’s attention to him, but the Black Dragon second-in-command had his focus squarely on his leader, meeting that tiger gaze unhesitantly. “Stop it Taiju, don’t disrespect her.”

The blue-haired boy seemed to have been slightly taken aback by Inupi’s sudden boldness, his jaw dropping slightly at the open contempt on display from his own subordinate. In front of a rival gang leader, no less. It was provoking the sleeping dragon, that was for sure, but there was little else Inupi could think to do in the moment. Or maybe he should have sat back and let Taiju be utterly annihilated by Furusawa? A chanced look at you revealed that unlike Taiju, you weren’t caught off guard, somehow having expected that it would have been Inupi who stepped up, though seemingly disappointed at the same time for reasons beyond him. Had you been hoping for a different outcome? Something more out of him?

But unfortunately, the sunflower-blond delinquent didn’t have much time to consider this line of thinking any further as Taiju’s stunned state didn’t last long, and the historically violent and short-tempered Shiba emerged predictably into a state of utter rage. And as said gang leader turned bodily to face his rebellious subject, Inupi found himself dwarfed once more by the other’s large stature, and the memories of when he had first challenged Taiju in his search for a new Black Dragon leader came flooding back, though he didn’t take a single step back. 

Taiju’s words came out as a hiss. “What’s the meaning of this, Inui?” Fist tightening to the point that his knuckles turned white, there was little chance that the boss was anything but furious.

Inupi refused to back down. “You’re not going to win this. Don’t embarrass the gang any further.”

“How dare you?”

This was it, Inupi supposed, mulling over what he had said. With you on the other side of the table this time round, he didn’t suppose he could rely on your intervention, and he wouldn’t count on surviving Taiju’s wrath. Yet much to his surprise, instead of the thrashing he expected, another voice that had stayed silent now interjected before the blue-haired gang leader could make a move. “Lay a hand on him and I’m out,” Koko threatened, his tone pointed as the infamous financier took a step forward, putting himself between the two. A valid threat. After all, there was no way Taiju could afford to run a gang like the Black Dragons without Koko’s legendary finance skills bringing in extra income and jobs.

For all the threats and posturing, the oldest of the Shibas still seemed unmoved, a disparaging curling his lips as he looked between the two. “And then what will you do, Inupi? Run the Black Dragons yourself?” He laughed humorlessly, the mockery clear. The empty smile dropped as he leaned forward, his shadow casting over the two defiant delinquents. “I’ll burn this whole worthless gang down with me.”

Time slowed to an immediate crawl as those fateful words were left floating in the still air, and as if a heavy, wet coat had been suddenly draped over the room, every breath became a challenge to take as the atmosphere itself seemed to press down on them. Unrestrained bloodlust that tainted his senses with the hint of iron led the Black Dragons back to one single, possible source. Furusawa wasn’t the slightest bit affected by the change in mood, his signature beastly grin plastered across his face, but Inupi knew that look of yours, partially hidden behind your right-hand man’s towering figure. Utter, unbridled rage pouring through your cracked facade that had even Koko stagger a step back. “Worthless?” Hatred, pure and plain, oozing from every pore, burning and consuming those tired, kind eyes. It was the first time Inupi had witnessed it with his own eyes after hearing about it from Izana all those years ago; the legendary other half that had tamed even the Eighth Generation Black Dragon leader

Your sheer contempt for the living. “Worthless?” You repeated, the word seemingly inconceivable to you. Your abhorrence of their continued existence.

“So that’s what you were hiding,” Taiju muttered to himself, his yellow eyes sparking with interest.

As soon as it appeared, the immense pressure evaporated back into thin air like it had never been there, the world seemed to sigh as the whirl of the air-condition once more returned to the background. Taking a breath, your face was once more schooled into that familiar calm expression as you relaxed back against the sofa, the tension in your shoulders gone. Picking up your teacup once more for what should be by now a stone-cold cup of tea, you allowed a small smile to lift the corners of your lips, your gaze landed back on a shaken Inupi. “Time is getting on. Furu, return their sofa to them, would you?”

A tch, but the brown and pink-haired man complied, walking round the coffee table to lightly place the sofa back in its place with nay a thud - a surprise, given he had looked ready to fling the object straight back in Taiju’s face. You waved your hand, drawing the three Black Dragon gazes back on you, though it seemed that both gang leaders present were well past the pleasantries. “I’m sure you have other places to be, Shiba-san, so let’s put it this way. One week to join willingly.”

Taiju scoffed, his vibrant red jacket flaring out behind him as he turned to leave without another word, storming past Inupi and Koko and leaving the meeting room door open as he disappeared round the corner. You simply sighed, your gaze landing on a stoic Inupi and an ashen Koko. “Sorry about that, boys,” you smiled, waving Furusawa forward, though your Vice Captain simply handed a letter to Inupi before backing off. “You should probably be on your way too. Stay safe, okay?”

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The hefty wooden door shut softly behind the two Black Dragons, though the click still reverberated through the room, ringing in your ears as you sat in the sudden silence, reflecting on all that had occurred in the past hour. Yet in the moment, all your mind could process was: you shouldn’t have lost control like that. You knew descending in such a state of anger was terrible for your mental health, and your nii-san would be so extremely disappointed if you did something unforgivable again.

You could really use a smoke right now.

You abruptly stood, forcing those useless, churning thoughts down and away from your consciousness, startling your long-time best friend out from his own daydreaming process. “How did you think that went, Furu?” Your voice nor expression gave no hint of the uncertainty brewing just below the surface, though you knew there was no hiding your clenched fingers from those eagle eyes, no matter how you positioned them at your side. 

But your right-hand man seemed more occupied with thinking of the could-bes, having clearly been intrigued by Taiju’s raw strength, and the lack of a fight breaking out was no doubt the root cost of the dejectedness on his face. “Went pretty well, I guess,” he mumbled, kicking his feet. “No holes in the walls, nothing broken."

“You don’t sound too happy about that.”

Furu sighed. “That blue-haired dude looked kinda strong. Could have made a great fight.”

You lightly smacked him in the arm. “Not in my meeting room,” you reminded him, attempting to sound cross but utterly failing to do so. “I’m sure you’ll get your chance though,” you added thoughtfully.

That was enough to perk the Vice Captain up, chocolate eyes glinting with eagerness and hope, as if you had just promised the life of another human being to him as a Christmas present. “Really? You think so?”

But those questions only dredged back up the doubts you had suppressed since the start of the meeting; about the effectiveness of what you did, about what you should have done, about your past and the future of the Black Dragons. Sighing, you slumped backwards into the sofa, the soft backing cushion denting and giving way as you did so. “Most likely, given how that went,” you exhaled, turning your eyes up towards the ceiling once more as you ran one hand through your hair. “If Izzy doesn’t get to them first, that is. One week is a long time.”

A pause, your words lingering in the cool air for a moment. And then you continued. “I don’t know, Furu, I still think I should have just ran with my idea of proposing marriage. Would have saved us a lot of trouble.” Your mind wandered back to your precious Toman friends. Another problem you had no clue where to start, let alone solve. Every passing day spent trying to put out the fires of your past was another day letting your treasured relationship with your boys, with Mikey in particular, deteriorate. What else could you do other than try and make it up to them later?

Your Vice Captain was on you in a second, plucking you off your sofa and out of your thoughts by the back of your jacket before you realized what had happened, and earning a decidedly undelinquent-like eep from you. “Furu! Put me down!” You tried to insist, a 180 degree change from the refined gang leader facade you had donned just minutes earlier, but the much larger man was nonplussed.

"I'll kill him," Furusawa swore, the obliviousness that usually glazed his eyes having given way to a rare serious expression, and the lack of his usual playful lilt was enough to convey the gravity of your words. “I'll kill and eat that motherfucker if you ever say that again.” 

You think that you’ve only seen the man so stern once before. Those chocolate eyes seemed intent on boring a hole straight into your soul, you mused, sighing as you threw both hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. I won’t mention it again.”

“And you won’t go behind our backs either?”

Touche. “I swear I won’t,” you crossed your heart. “Happy?”

Somewhat pacified, the brown and pink-haired man lowered you carefully back onto your two feet, though his grumpiness hadn’t disappeared completely. "Sometimes I don't think you have anything in there, Boss."

You playfully smacked him. You had, after all, told them what happened with Izzy when you met him against their advice four days earlier, and much to no one’s surprise, the meeting hadn’t gone as planned in the slightest without your usual chaperones present. Even hearing that Izana wanted to wed you immediately and went straight to violence after you refused failed to raise an eyebrow, Hase opting to simply let out a despairing groan while Koji threw up his hands in exasperation. What they said was completely true: you were way too personally involved to make sound decisions when it came to anything related to Izzy, and you shouldn’t have. Yet the lingering doubt refused to let go. "But what if-"

"We will handle it. Like we always do," Furusawa interjected. “You’re not alone.”

The grin you shone at your oldest friend was genuine as you leaned into his side. "Thanks Furu." As usual, your wiser friends were right.

“Anytime, Boss.” A grumble of his stomach broke the peace, and you laughed. Time for lunch with the others.

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Across town and just as you first waved the Tenth Generation Black Dragon leader through the ornately carved doors of your famed meeting room, a certain blond-haired time leaper was knee-deep living his most miserable past yet.

“Get up.” 

Takemichi barely registered the nudge to his side, too busy ensuring that his chest kept heaving along through the throbbing pain as he struggled to catch his breath. Sprawled spread-eagle across the blood-splattered canvas floor of the fighting ring, it was only the rank, foul odor of sweat, blood and god-only knows what else - soaked up from a filthy past of countless fights and fermented in the summer heat - radiating up that kept him still clinging on to consciousness. Only the dead could sleep through a stink like that. Yet no smell could help with rebooting his shaken brain still rattling around his head from all the throwing around he had just endured. 

Unfortunately, Hase didn’t seem as inclined to indulge his self-pity party nor give a second chance, and the next ‘nudge’ was instead a firm kick to his side, enough to roll Takemichi over several times and face first straight into the metal cage that separated this ring of hell from the outside world. “I’m not repeating myself,” came his drawl, followed by the familiar click of a lighter and the stinging smell of cigarette smoke that pierced his nose.

A snort off from the side. “Think you might have killed him,” Jun complained, his tone clearly bored as he lightly smacked his baseball bat against his calf. A pause. “That might be a boon though. Changing the future and all.”

Scratch that, his death wasn’t even an inconvenience. He could cry right now. He really could. Even Mikey didn’t waste his time finding nobodies to beat up for the hell of it. How was it that your brutal, heartless captains were so vastly different from kind, caring you? How is it you hadn’t yet been eaten alive by these monsters in human skin? Were you perhaps as much a monster as them? The mere idea of you staring down at Takemichi like Mikey did, with cold, empty eyes, sent a shiver down his spine, and he pushed the thought to the back of his head. No, there was no way you could hide something so sinister, not how genuine that gaze of yours had been or how sincere you were about your care towards your friends. 

Then again, Mikey hasn’t had to shake the truth out from him just yet, and you weren’t particularly interested in digging those secrets out yourself either. Takemichi sighed, resigning himself to his fate. It wasn’t as if he could get his answers at the moment, and so albeit the reluctance and the protests of his body, the blond-haired boy pulled himself up from the well worn tarp, biting back the tears as he somehow managed to twist his bruised self into a sitting position, resting against the crisscrossing bars. Risking what Hase would do to him if he didn’t obey was just one more thing that Takemichi did not want to test - he might actually die if he gets tossed across the ring again.

“I’m up, I’m up,” the time traveler hastily reassured through swollen, bleeding lips, though it was more to convince himself than the other two seasoned gangsters as he carefully shuffled black and blue limbs around in an attempt to make things more comfortable. Dressed in just his sports shorts, he already made for quite the pathetic sight, with clear purple-and-black bruises decorated his upper chest, arms and legs, and this was barely helped by just how scrawny Takemichi looked next to the much taller and well-built Hase. 

Hase, himself clothed in a simple shirt and shorts and with bandages wrapped around bare hands and feet, only rolled his eyes at the carefulness in which Takemichi picked himself off the floor, those dull gray eyes glaring down at him with disdain as he brought his cigarette up to his lips for another drag. “Nothing’s broken, stand.”

“But everything hurts,” Takemichi mumbled, the sharp flashes of agony that had rippled through his body from being beaten and thrown around having finally died down to a throb that radiated from his chest with every breath. How was it that he constantly finds himself in these sorts of situations? All he ever wanted to do was to save Hina from her unfortunate, undeserving destiny, was that too much to ask? Well, save Hina, Naoto, Mikey, and the rest of his newfound Toman friends, but still. 

It had been a mere four days since you first waltzed into his life and class with a letter from the school principal, looking for him, and two since Jun had crashed his class and dragged him off in front of his teacher and all his classmates by the scruff of his neck, having figured through some unknown means that Takemichi was, in fact, a time leaper. And now, four days on from that fateful day, he hadn't even recovered enough from the beating he got from Hase two days prior before being today’s fresh punching bag. A time traveler of twelve years he was, but even now, Takemichi wished he had the ability to reach back just a single day to warn himself of what was to come.

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He had almost forgoed school this morning. A bad gut feel, one that was strong enough to cramp up his stomach, making it near impossible for him to roll out of bed; Takemichi couldn’t recall the last time when his body had protested this much against doing something. He knew he should have listened, stayed at home to rest out the pain. It might have been the air being denser than normal, might have been just a bad snack the previous day, or the fact that he was still recovering from the  stomp he received courtesy of your Red Dragonflies’ First Division Captain. Whatever it was, Takemichi should have heeded the warning.

But Hina had promised to go out for tea with him after school if he showed up, and the blond-haired boy just wasn’t strong enough to resist. And so against his better judgment, he went anyway. 

The ominous rumbling of his stomach a second foreboding time was hard to ignore as Takemichi slipped through the front door of his homeroom class, cutting it close to being late again just as the bell rang through the empty corridors outside. His homeroom teacher shot him a stink eye as he sat down, but with nothing to hold against him, she let him go. At least for those few precious seconds, the time-traveling delinquent recalled, there was peace in his world. Normality had returned, and maybe he could rest for a bit.

A tug at his sleeve. “Hey, Hanagaki-kun.” Followed by the rustle of a piece of paper being slid between tables. “For you.”

Alas, it was the third and final saving grace that fate had attempted to extend his way; the chance to simply ignore the Red Dragonflies’ gang member of a deskmate he had for the remaining five minutes that this period would last before he could make his getaway, but it was too little too late. Blue eyes slipped to meet Suzuki Hisao’s before Takemichi could stop himself, and the boy mentally kicked himself. “Uh- sure. Thanks Suzuki-kun,” he mumbled back, reaching out to quickly grab the offered note, attempting to slip the piece of paper into his pocket without looking. Perhap he could still get himself out of this mess…

“Aren’t you going to read that? It’s from Hase-san, you know.”

Dammit. Why did his usually sleepy classmate have to be so sharp when it came to this? “I was just going to,” came Takemichi’s weak reply, tinted with obvious despair. There was no avoiding or denying what was written in a surprisingly neat print on the inside of the folded scrap paper: an order to meet back at the “same place” at 11am. The same place? As in that dingy underground fight club where he got beat to an inch of his life? Not only had he been there just a single time and had no recollection how to make his own way back to that hellhole, but 11 in the morning was still class time. How was he supposed to up and leave?

The unvocalized frustration painted on his face must have been misinterpreted by Suzuki, because the unusually enthusiastic boy leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper, envy clear in his tone. “So how did you do it?”

Takemichi startled at the sudden interjection to his thoughts, though fortunately, the drone of his homeroom teacher about one topic or another (he wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention) was enough to drown out any sound that escaped his lips. “Sorry?”

“First, Boss comes to seek you out personally, now you’re getting training from Hase-san? Two of the greatest honors. How did you do it?”

Greatest honors? Two? The blond-haired delinquent gave a nervous laugh, eyes shifting away to stare at the ground. Shit. “I-I think there’s been some confusion, a-ahaha…” There was no possible way to break it nicely to the starry-eyed Suzuki that all your Reds wanted with him was to wrangle as much information about the future as they could before discarding his lifeless body. “There’s no training-”

“Hase-san doesn’t train anyone outside of the Wings and his own two Vice Captains,” the Reds’ gang member interjected. “And you’re not even a Red. How’s the training? Are you learning quickly?”

Deciding that he no longer wanted to discuss his upcoming death, Takemichi instead racked his brain for a discussion change. “Uh- Suzuki-kun, don’t you report to Koji-san?”

The awe on his deskmate’s face melted away as the implication of the question set in, giving way to pursed lips and solemn eyes. “Yes, but everyone obeys Hase-san.” A moment’s pause, and then Suzuki hastily corrected himself. “Besides Boss and Furusawa-san, of course.”

Takemichi’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Everyone obeys Hase? But isn’t he the First Division Captain?” That would be like expecting Hakkai or Peh to differ to Baji despite them being in different divisions.

“Hase-san’s the First Wing, yes, but he’s also the gang’s de facto commander,” Suzuki explained, keeping his voice down to a quiet mumble that easily blended in with the normal chatter as the homeroom teacher trailed off. “Runs the day-to-day operations for the boss. So if Hase-san gives you an order, you obey. And he personally - personally - asked me to pass you this note and bring you down to the club.” 

With that, the excitement came roaring back onto the other’s face, and Takemichi groaned. So much for topic diversion. 

As if on cue, the lesson bell rang, its shrill, ear-piercing scream marking the end of both homeroom and this conversation. Suzuki stood, swinging his bag casually over his shoulder. “Right, we’re leaving at 10.15 so make sure your bag is packed then. Hase-san despises tardiness.”

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Fuck, he was going to miss his tea with Hina. Lost in his recollections of the recent past, wondering whether Toman or the Red Dragonflies were the worse gang to be a part of, it was the new shadow falling over him that finally tore Takemichi from his memories and musings, though it was too late to avoid the hand that wrapped itself around the scruff of his neck, bodily lifting him from where he had been slumped against the fighting ring’s cage. "No speed, no technique, no strength,” Hase noted blandly, the smoldering cigarette held between chapped lips uncomfortably close to Takemichi’s skin as the older man gave him a once over before dropping him back on his two aching feet. “Can’t last a minute in a fight."

“Ouch,” Takemichi winced, sharply inhaling through his nose, the pain both physical, from landing on his sore and abraded feet, and emotional, from having the quiet part said out loud. Damn, do your guys really need to poke at his weakness like that?

The protest wasn’t lost on Jun, who snorted, lifting his wooden bat to point directly at him from where the Second Wing was lazily sprawled across several spectator seats. “You can barely throw a fucking punch and you’re still fucking complaining during training?”

“I tried! That wasn’t training, that was a curb stom-“

A loud bang cut Takemichi off before he could finish, and the Toman delinquent whirled around right as Hase lowered his leg from where the thick metal bars of the fighting cage were now clearly indented in the shape of his foot. Said man didn’t even bother sparing a second look, moving to yank a well worn chair to the middle of the ring, but the message was clear. If this had been anything but training, the blond-haired boy would have been dead many times over. “Start off from where you stopped,” the blue-haired First Wing ordered, his weary words as steely as the seat he slumped into, the metal beneath letting out a groan of protest at the sudden weight put on its tired joints.

“Fucking showoff,” the baseball player mumbled, though this was promptly ignored by Hase.

No seat for him? Takemichi sighed, opting to lean back against the cage for a bit of support to take the pressure off his feet. Even if neither of the two were clad in the usual red, he still very much felt the exclusion. “Well, we covered the first future-”

Jun interjected. “Where there was only Mikey and Kisaki are at the top of Toman and no Red Dragonflies, yes. And then the second future, all those clingy Toman motherfuckers are dead, and you got all fucking emotional where you had to kill that fucking Sano, get the fuck on with it.”

“Shut the fuck up, Jun,” Hase snapped irritably, before waving his free hand at Takemichi as he lifted the other to pull the finished cigarette from his mouth. “Start from there, after your return from Manila.”

The Toman member shivered as those dull gray eyes came to rest once more on him: it was the same thousand-yard gaze from the timeline he was about to recall, the same look Hase leveled straight at you as he pulled the trigger. Somehow, those eyes hadn’t changed despite the events of the future being twelve years away; Takemichi could only wonder what the tired man had already seen. Wondered what you had seen - if anything, your eyes looked too awfully similar to Hase’s, for someone so young. Instead, shaking himself back into reality, the time leaper cleared his throat. “Well, after returning to Tokyo, I found out through Naoto that it was someone called Kurokawa Izana who was the boss of Toman alongside Kisaki. I'd never heard of Izana till then, so Naoto had mentioned that he was going to go back to the station to do more digging, but then we were jumped.” 

The tap of wood against concrete ceased, and with a shriek of cheap plastic from his protesting chair, the Red Dragonflies�� Second Wing leaned forward, bat now propped up between his legs, black almond eyes fixed unblinkingly on Takemichi. Even Hase seemed intrigued, his posture stiffening - the word ‘jumped’ having caught both their attention.

“We were jumped from behind by you, Hase-san.” 

As soon as those words left Takemichi, the loud ‘ha!, followed by the screeching of a chair being forced back nearly gave the Toman member a heart attack, Jun leaping out of his chair and swinging his bat at the First Wing. “I called it! I fucking called it!” He bellowed triumphantly, his screech as piercing as a murder of crows, ringing out over the hum of the large exhaust fans overhead and echoing across the empty betting hall.

But along with that celebration also came a loud groan followed by a thwack as Hase threw his head backwards, bashing it against the metal chair backing, one hand immediately slipping into his pants pocket to pull out that trusty pack of cigarettes. “Fuck me. It had to be me, huh?” The blue-haired man muttered to himself, pulling and pushing a stick into his mouth with a single fluent move. 

“I told you I’ll never work for that fucking rat, not even once,” crowed Jun proudly. “Pay up, fucker.”

The other Red executive sighed, and from the other pocket pulled out a wallet. “At least come up to the cage.” Takemichi didn’t catch how much had changed hands, but there was no mistaking the size and color of those 10-thousand yen notes being passed between bars. They were betting on the future? Scratch that, the two of them had guessed enough of what happened to make a bet?

Hase grumbled something about blood money going to idiots, but did not return to his seat, instead opting to lean against the bars of the fight ring, gray eyes now fixed on the blood and sweat splattered canvas floor even as he spoke to Takemichi. “Continue.”

“Um- yes so both of us were knocked out, but you said that it was Kisaki that told you that I would be found easily near Naoto. Next thing I knew, I woke up as I was being dragged by my foot alongside Naoto through the corridors of some penthouse, and then Hase-san pulled us into a bedroom.”

All of the celebratory mood was instantly lost, evaporating into the hot summer afternoon and leaving behind a heavy, tense atmosphere; Jun’s face turned solemn once more, and Hase only seemed to age further under the harsh white lights that flooded down from the ceiling. The time leaper swallowed hard - no doubt they could already sense where this was going. He hurried on. “And Izana was there, on the bed, with- with-” But for all his attempts to just keep going, to tell your Red Dragonflies what they needed to know, it was the image of you that came flooding back into the front of his mind. His words failed him. Those dead glass eyes of yours were still staring straight at him from beyond time, haunting him from his memory. 

“With Boss,” Hase finished off Takemichi’s sentence with a mumble, the words slipping from his lips like a prayer.

Takemichi shakily nodded. It was all he had left in him to do, and the boy collapsed back to the ground, his jelly legs finally having given up the last of their strength. Naoto had been right, he bitterly thought as he tried and failed to bite back the tears brimming at the corners of his eyes - this timeline they were headed down was truly the worst future. But what more could he do? The underground ring felt more like a desecrated church in the moment, the enormous concrete bunker forever hidden from the light of the sun falling eerily calm as the sound of the exhaust fans blended into the background, the whistle of wind being forced through narrow gaps under heavy steel doors as if haunted by the ghosts; though from his past lives or of fights past, the time leaper couldn’t tell.

“Keep going. What happened next?”

The rest of the tale spilled out of the weary time leaper as a whisper, but it was enough for the other two present to hear every horrid word and detail relayed: about your scars and bruises and Izana’s obsession over you, about your dead mind still trapped in a living body, about the white-haired man shooting a future Naoto before trying to get you to turn the gun on Takemichi. About how it was Hase that finally put you to rest, about Furusawa’s death by ambush, and then Jun’s and of countless others at said First Wing’s hands, and finally how he had a chance to escape to the past before his own untimely end. 

The two older delinquents simply listened on in calm, eerie silence, content with taking in and absorbing the words for now. A tale that was way too specific to be made up yet still lacking a frustrating amount of detail, though neither seemed too bothered by the future Hase’s actions. A moment of silence as Takemichi’s words trailed off, and the three processed everything that had happened so far. The next time Jun spoke up, his tone was completely flat and volume close to conversational, his usual loudness nowhere to be found. “And you say this… Kisaki. He is the one pulling the strings?”

It took Takemichi by surprise, the fact that the loud and crass baseball player could sound so normal, but he still nodded. “Yes, that is what me and Naoto think. Izana mentioned that I was to be Kisaki’s target. And in every future, Kisaki is present as one of the heads of Toman.”

“But so is Mikey,” Hase pointed out. “How do you know it's Kisaki and not Mikey calling the shots?”

The Toman member’s jaw slackened. “But- but-” Takemichi stammered. “Mikey would never do something like that!” The face of the Toman President, framed by blond strands, cuddled into your side and protesting about something inaudible came to the front of his mind, the same boy that would fight through hell and high water for his friends; that Mikey?

An annoyed tap of wood against concrete. “You don’t know that,” the Red Dragonfly’s battle strategist pointed out, his long blond hair flung backwards over a shoulder in an attempt to get the sweat-covered strands out of his face. “That Sano shithead is another persistent factor, plus he’s already a current pest to Boss.”

“It can’t be.” He knew what they were saying was the truth, but still, it wasn’t something that Takemichi could accept - yes, Mikey from the future had been the one committing cold-blooded murder of people he knew and loved, but that wasn’t the real Mikey. That couldn’t be truly the Mikey he knew. “It can’t be Mikey. It has to be Kisaki that made Mikey do it. Or Izana.”

Jun hmmpfed, but fell silent. It was clear that they didn’t trust Toman much either.

Within the cage of the ring, Hase took a drag, exhaling another column of smoke as he pulled the stick from his mouth. “You’re back here to save someone, aren’t you, Hanagaki?”

“H-huh?”

The blue-haired delinquent turned his eyes up towards the giant overhead exhaust fans, the single constant sound that made up the background hum. “That’s why you keep coming back. Someone you lost that you just didn’t have enough time with.” Tired gray eyes turned on Takemichi, that gaze that seemed to see through him and his entire life. A statement, not a question. It was as if he already knew.

Takemichi couldn’t help himself even as he rubbed ever so gently at his tearing eyes. “Hina.”

“A girlfriend.” 

“Oh!” A forgotten detail from twelve years later that had eluded Takemichi quickly returned, and the blond-haired boy looked up. “Hase-san, in the future, you had a boyf-“

The smoldering cigarette butt that came hurling straight at him cut any remaining words off, and would have hit him square in the face if Takemichi hadn’t dodged with an eep.

“That’s enough outta you,” Hase muttered, annoyed, even as Jun looked on suspiciously, though the room quickly returned to the topic at hand. “So the kid we’re looking for is a Kisaki Tetta.”

Jun spat, finally standing from the creaky plastic chair with a curse and pulling a flipphone from his back pocket. “I’ll get that name to Masashi, pull everything we got.”

Both sets of eyes once more slid onto Takemichi, and the blond-haired boy recoiled slightly as Hase took a few steps towards the boy, only for the man to stop right before him to crush the finished stick into the canvas. “You keep him away from Toman, Hanagaki,” Hase drawled, turning on his heel and making for the cage door right as the clock that hung on a far wall struck twelve noon. “We’ll take care of the rest once we find that fucker.”

A soft chime, combined with the screeching creek of worn hinges being forced open brought a sense of relief flooding through Takemichi; he hadn’t even realized he had been holding his breath all this time. His hell was over, at least for today. No doubt it’ll still be a tough slog ahead to save everyone that he cared for, but at least for now, of all the people in the world, the time traveling delinquent had come to realize that these two were perhaps exactly who needed to hear what happened. Instead of facing down the future alone, the events today were enough to tell him that they were who he needed on his side to counter Kisaki - maybe they really had a fighting chance. Maybe they could change the future.

“Suzuki Hisao will inform you when the next training is.” And then that eternally unamused voice that only ever carried the promise of more pain floated over from the doorway, and Takemichi immediately groaned. Great, now he regretted thinking all those good things about those two demons you called friends.

Jun didn’t miss the opportunity to rub it in as Hase strolled off, his bat letting out a muffled yet equally threatening thud as the baseball player swung it to rest once more over his shoulder. “Can’t have you fucking die on us again.”

Fuck him sideways.

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Looking over Shibuya from the rooftop was a vastly different feeling compared to wandering through the city streets below, Kisaki determined, gray eyes peering out from golden-rimmed glasses gazing down upon the unsuspecting passersby below. A skyscraper roof was one of the last places Kisaki thought of coming, and though he appreciated the silence and the privacy away from the hum and drum of traffic, he still couldn’t quite comprehend what Izana meant by light air pressure. Perhaps it was just a thing about the wind that the other enjoyed.

Yet it was the thought of the white-haired Tenjiku leader that led his mind straight back to you, and that mental image of you huddled tight against Izana’s side four days ago was proving impossible to push from the forefront of his mind. Kisaki hadn’t meant to stalk the two of you all the way to your meeting area - and it wasn’t the smartest decision, given how much trouble he had finding his way back out of the industrial area - but he couldn’t help his curiosity. The insistence with which he held you to his side, Izana's obsession with where you were and who you were with at all times, the gentleness with which he bundled you into his arms, completely contrasted with the dark bruises your former lover left you with the moment you stepped out of line.

Of course, he had already heard of the lingering hushed whispers about you and your formidable well before he ever made the acquaintance of Izana, while he was still chasing the invincible Mikey. Who wouldn’t have, even after the briefest dip of their toe into the delinquent world, even if you had already been away for two years? Hell, the constant rumors swirling on when, not if, you were returning were hard to ignore. But Kisaki could never quite find any trace of you despite having paid a handsome sum for an old photo of you, and neither were the Red Dragonflies accepting new members. So with Toman being the new up and coming gang and its undefeated boss Mikey at its helm, they were who the glasses-touting delinquent decided to go with.

But then out of nowhere you returned and were now back in the game. With what he knew, Kisaki was certain that Mikey and control of Toman were no longer the ultimate prize. No, if he were to stand at the top of the delinquent world, it had to be by your side. Not only were you back at the head of a gang that stated and enforced the rules of the delinquent scene in the Greater Kanto region, but you were now living rent-free in both Izana’s and Mikey’s heads: your presence and absence had a direct effect on the ebb and flow of their lives, and he had witnessed it with his own two eyes. After all, why else would the king of Tenjiku play his hand and risk it all just to get you back to his side? Why did Mikey only give him the time of day in exchange for information about you? 

“Plot and play all you like, Kisaki Tetta,” those words echoed in his mind from a not-so-distant past, empty violet eyes staring him down when Kisaki first offered his services to Izana. “Touch her, and I’ll kill you myself.”

Yet despite you seemingly equally enthralled by the two rival gang leaders clad in black and red, making it easy to gain access to you if he stuck with Izana, you were also easily the biggest headache that the blond-haired tanned boy had ever tried to deal with. The Four Wings you surround yourself with, that monster of a right-hand man Mamoru Furusawa, and then for the cherry on top, your extensive network of contacts that spanned every level of society; you yourself were one dangerous foe, and crossing you would not be a fun experience. 

Kisaki couldn’t ask for a better target. This win would be exhilarating.

Taking in a deep breath of fresh air, the mastermind exhaled, allowing himself to clear his thoughts of you and instead turn to take stock of and evaluate the day’s events. As per usual, with the news and information he had brought on you, Mikey had indeed deemed it worthy to grant him an audience, and Kisaki thought he had done a pretty good job riling the other boy up - that crease of eyebrows and flash of anger behind usually empty eyes, the lack of hesitation at accepting his offering of a vial of sleeping drugs. All in all, the blond-haired boy thought as he finally stepped back from the edge, turning to return to the building interior, a good day’s work that is enough to consider giving himself a pat on the back.

Needless to say, he would be elated to finally have the chance to meet you face to face soon.

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The celebratory mood didn’t transcend well back in Yokohama, where the rest of the notorious S-62 generation had gathered atop a similar skyscraper, the brutal heat of the afternoon sun somewhat dissipated by the constant wind and some shade provided by the towering antenna behind.

“Can’t believe we have to listen to that blonde fuckhead,” Shion complained, letting out a grunt as he slumped onto the concrete slab, free hand swatting at the beads of perspiration rolling down the tattooed side of his head. “Thinking he knows better than me.”

Ran, more comfortably positioned leaning up against a wall, raised one eyebrow at the statement. “Didn’t think that was hard to achieve,” the elder of the Haitanis commented lightly. “Rather low bar, in fact.” Rindo nodded, stoic facade firmly in place despite the clear amusement shining through spectacle-framed violet eyes. 

Unluckily for the two, the insult simply bounced off of the former Ninth Generation Black Dragon leader, who shot them an annoyed look. “Don’t ya think it's all junk too? How come he gets to be the boss of us?” A snot, before the boy answered himself. “Fucking no, I say.”

Mochi, who had up till now been sitting cross-legged on the floor, suddenly stood, turning to face Shion with furrowed eyebrows. “Are you questioning Izana’s decision, Shion?” Fighting words that were enough to get the other to backtrack a little, and the conversation on Kisaki quickly died after that. After all, if Izana said so, that it was as such, no matter whether they agreed or disagreed.

The loud, jarring sound of a horn echoed up from congested roads below, cutting through the momentary silence and the peace that the open air brought - it was rare for delinquents like them to have downtime like this, given the conquering mood that their king had been in. To no one’s surprise, it was Shion who once more broke the silence. “I wonder what Izana wants with the Red Dragonflies.”

Rindo let out an unimpressed grunt. “His girl’s the boss,” the younger Haitani stated simply, earning himself an profanity filled exclamation of non-belief from said former Black Dragon President. “I don’t care if you believe it or not, it's true.”

“No fucking way, she left, didn’t she? Quit being a delinquent and all.”

“Not anymore, she returned after the latest president got the boot,” Ran weighed in, backing his younger brother up. “Kicked his ass herself too. We were there.”

“You think we’ll ever meet her?”

Kakucho kept silent, content with simply listening to his fellow executives' increasingly heated discussions about you. He knew better, of course, having been there when Shinichiro first brought you to the detention center to meet Izana, and had been keeping his ear to the ground for news on your movements since then. You hadn’t been worth a glance to the white-haired boy all those years ago, but the same couldn’t be said now, and with how important you were to his hero, his king, as a mere servant, there was no excuse for Kakucho not to know where you were at all times. Yet, above all, the black-haired boy with the scarred eye knew he had an obligation to Izana, to keep his best friend safe, be it from the world or from himself. And whatever Izana thought he was doing with Kisaki in a bid to have you back by his side wasn’t safe - Kisaki wasn’t to be trusted in the slightest, Kakucho knew. He could only hope that his friend would forgive him after the dust has settled for going to you with this information.

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Yet unknown to the Tenjiku executives making the most of their downtime away from the troubles of the streets, it was one of many Tenjiku grunts who had the misfortune of tripping over an awkwardly held white cane as a man in sunglasses breezed by, the loud thud of the boy landing on his ass causing the other to come to a stop. “Sorry, did I trip you?”

“Stupid fuck!” The apology was far from well-received, though upon several red-clad delinquents crowding around the offender, it was clear that he was simply blind. “Watch your fucking cane!”

“My sincere apologies,” Koji offered, dressed simply in a black shirt and jeans and a baseball cap, tapping his cane around in a show. “I didn’t mean to.”

At least it seemed the boys were unwilling to let loose on the disabled, and with a few more profanities, they were on their way, none the wiser to the miniature microphone that had been slipped into one unsuspecting jacket pocket. Bingo, the Third Wing amusedly thought as he turned, resuming his stroll down the busy streets of Yokohama City, before turning the corner and disappearing into a side alley.  Masashi should have a much easier time with his task now.

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“I swear guys, cross my heart, I broke up with Izana two years ago,” you found yourself repeating for the umpteenth time reassuringly, as you bundled a sniffling Kazutora further into your arms, your other arm thrown tightly over Baji’s shoulders. “We aren’t together anymore. I don’t lie, never to you boys.”

“Bbu-but what about those red bastards?” A pathetic tug at your sleeve, as Kazutora sobbed into your chest, your shirt clutched firmly between his fists, a far cry from the rampaging, bone-breaking, unforgiving delinquent he had been just an hour earlier. “You’re going to leave us again,” the boy with the duo-color hair accused, before bursting into tears once more, only for you to smile and run your free hand through his hair.

“I won’t. I really won’t.”

Mitsuya didn’t seem impressed in the slightest, neither by the theatrics nor your answers. “But you were with them earlier this morning,” the Toman Second Division Captain blandly noted. “And you’re still going to meet them tonight. Without us.”

“You also still agreed to meet Izana, where he gave you a wedding ring,” Draken added, the tallest of the boys easily stepping over sprawling legs to pick you up by the back of your shirt, dislodging your clingers and setting you gently back on your own two feet much to the protest of Baji and Kazutora, though the raised eyebrow had you nervously looking away. “That doesn’t sound like breaking up to me.”

You sighed, throwing your hands up in the air. “I have an informant meeting tonight, I already told you boys this. And no, I don’t plan on meeting Izana alone again, let alone marry him. Ever.”

Despite it being a negative, the word ‘marry’ instantly triggered another loud bawl from Kazutora, who flung himself at your legs.

Outside, the sky was turning a dusty blue as the sun slowly sank beneath the horizon, the hustle and bustle of traffic from the city center fading away along with the dying light. 

Yet for all the shenanigans going down, there was one notable exemption from the usual party, a blond-haired figure sitting a distance apart from where you and everyone else had gathered. You had returned exactly on time as you had promised, Mikey dully noted from where he was leaning up against the far wall of your room, empty abyss eyes staring blankly down at the taiyaki clutched in one hand. It had been five days since the Toman President had learned about your scars from Kisaki, and four since he had seen them with his very own eyes, the vileness that tainted your being, that you had hid from them all these years. You, their precious Toman princess, who Mikey had revered as his friend, as someone he would do anything for. You did not belong only to him.

The darkness settling over the land masked the same blackness that now tinted his eyes as Mikey looked up. You had caught his gaze and returned a gentle smile, but did nothing more than that where you would have usually beckoned him into a hug and forehead kisses; no doubt your relationship with Mikey was rocky at the moment, to say the least. And despite your efforts to patch things up, whatever you did was never enough, not with all that was at stake. Kisaki was right - to be able to keep you by his side forever, he - they - needed to get rid of the competition. All the competition.

The cold glass of the vial and the rustle of a needle pack tickled his skin as Mikey’s hand brushed past, though the blond-haired delinquent ignored the sensations only to pull out his phone. Soon. To start with that white-haired bastard, or with those Red scum? It didn’t matter, of course, not to Mikey. Because if you wouldn’t come quietly to him, then he would have to take everything else away.

[anisespice]

“ baby steps ” || tokyo rev.

continuation of this post.

pairing: bonten x fem!reader [ mikey, ran, sanzu ]

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. mature language, crude humor, ANGST w/ comfort (mostly in mikey's), deadbeat!bonten (unintentionally), not proof-read so there may be A LOT of errors :// mikey's is LONG, ran + sanzu's are silly goofy, mikey + sanzu's are a lil unhinged lol and i think that’s it :))

notes: can i just say thank y'all so much for showing "accidents happen" the love that i didn't think it would get, it was made on a whim so i'm so so so happy y'all enjoyed! i tagged as many as i could (or that tumblr would allow) sorry if i missed some of you :( thank you for your patience and let me know how you feel about this continuation format :) !! notes ii: also also, pt. 2 for "accidents happen" coming soon! notes iii: MY COMPUTER CRASHED AND I THOUGHT I LOST EVERYTHING BUT IT'S OKAY IT'S OKAY :'))))

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Ever since you picked up your daughter, there’s been a hovering presence that wouldn’t go away no matter where you went. From the park, to the grocery store, all the way home it clung to you like a bad itch. Despite looking over your shoulder and being met without any sort of threat, that didn’t stop the uneasy feeling. And it only intensified when you received a knock on your front door.

You made a confused hum, checking the time on the microwave to confirm that it was indeed past the reasonable hour for potential visitors. Not to mention, you weren’t expecting anyone.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, instincts telling you that something wasn’t right, that your best option was to pretend you weren’t home. However, the person on the other side knew otherwise as they knocked on the door again, this time with more fervor. You inhaled sharply, taking hesitant steps towards the door until you were mere feet away from it. Eventually, you worked up the courage to look through the peephole, your brows furrowing in distress when all you could see was black—They were covering it. All the more reason not to open the door…

What if it’s a robber? Ridiculous, they don’t knock.

What if it’s just the neighbor? Why cover the peephole?

More and more did your mind swirl with endless possibilities, each one becoming less and less believable. Taking a long, deep breath, you doubled-checked the door-chain was on before slowly cracking it open. And as you attempted to peek through the sliver, nothing could’ve prepared you for the arm that forced its way through, startling you as you yelped, stumbling back as it made a grab at you.

Before you had the thought of shoving the door closed on the offender’s arm they grabbed the little chain, then yanked it clean out of the wall. To your terror, a dark hooded figure entered your home, head hung low, concealing their identity.

You began to hyperventilate, backing up to keep distance as they staggered further into your home before kicking the door closed behind them, effectively blocking you from the exit. Surely, someone heard your scream and would check in, or call the police. But, how long did you have before the intruder decided to make a move? Not to mention, your sleeping child just down the hall…

With that last thought in mind, you immediately steeled your nerves.

Even if you had to use your bare hands, you were going to do whatever it took to keep your baby out of harms way.

You reached for the closest weapon without taking your eyes off the figure, hands clasping onto a discarded umbrella that was leaned up against a closet door. It wasn’t ideal, but it would have to do. Taking a defensive stance, you prepared for what you assumed to be the inevitable.

“I-I don’t know who you are, or what you want…b-but if you don’t leave…my..my boyfriend will be home any minute! H-He knows how to fight, and he’ll fuck you up if you try anything!”

Your means of intimation fall on deaf ears. It were as if you hadn’t spoken at all. They just…stood there. Watching you from the darkness. That feeling, that hovering presence you’d been weary about all evening…there was no doubt in your mind it was because of this individual. Suddenly, they gave a watery chuckle, hand coming up to rub the lower half of their face as the chilling noise dissipated into soft snickers.

You sweatdropped. “I mean it! He’ll be here real soon, so you better get out of here before-”

“[_____]…” the figure finally rasped, voice heavy with an emotion you couldn’t decipher in the moment. You froze, eyes widening.

“…How the hell do you know my name?”

Without much urgency, they stepped forward into the light. Beneath the warm glow, it took you mere seconds to recognize the person standing before you. You gasped, trembling hands dropping the umbrella, it landing with a harsh clatter. Soft, mortified hitches in your breath echoed through the small space, memories flashing before your eyes as you covered your gaping mouth.

“M.. Ma..” you whimpered, throat tightening. A shell of a man, who gazed upon you with stormy eyes flooded with tears at the mere sight of you.

He gave another strained laugh, muttering to himself as he soaked you all in. “Needed to know.. Needed to know it was really you…”

Mikey eyed you up, intensely, eerily silent as he did so. Then, he took in the surroundings, the warmth, the interior, the smell of dinner—It truly felt like a home. A bitter pill to swallow once he reminded himself that you built it without him.

His sharp gaze returned to your stunned expression. He sneered.

“Must’ve been easy for you. To forget me and move on, just like that. Like I was nothing.”

You blinked, taken aback. All you could do was remain speechless, cemented to the ground with thoughts and questions racing in your head. Now matter how many times you opened your mouth, no sound would come out aside from choked whimpers.

“Do you know…how long I’d been searching for you? Been mourning for you?” He hissed through clenched teeth. “When you left, I thought… I thought someone had taken you. That I lost you all because I was too stubborn to say I’m sorry…”

As he spoke, Mikey slowly closed the space between you. The more he came into the light, the more you could see how the years had treated him. His cheekbones were more pronounced, the dark circles under his eyes as well. His lips were dry, cracked, his fair skin now ghoulishly pale. If not for the black hoodie you would’ve mistaken him as such; ghost of your past.

Your shoulders shook, hands hovering over your face as you gaped in disbelief. He’d been looking for you?

That night, that stupid fight you could barely remember…he made it crystal clear that he wanted nothing to do with you. He pushed you away. Pushed so hard that you almost believed he really wouldn’t have cared if you dropped dead. You knew he didn’t mean it, knew it was just another dark impulse…but none of that mattered when all your pregnancy tests came back positive just hours prior.

That night, you made the decision for the sake of your daughter. And also, for his sake. At the time, you were certain he wasn’t ready to be a father. He was quick to rage, merciless, losing himself to the darkness you tried to protect him from. If you had stayed, you were certain Mikey would’ve never forgiven himself if he lost control in front of his own flesh and blood, if the child grew to resent him for something he struggled to control.

You thought you were doing him a favor…but it appears to have done the opposite.

“And this whole time…you’ve been here, alive. Playing fucking house with someone else.”

You stiffened. Someone else? Your visible confusion only irritated him further.

He scoffed. “Don’t play dumb. You said it yourself. Too bad he won’t be coming home anytime soon. I’ve already got Sanzu and the Haitanis looking around for the bastard. And when they find him, I’ll make him regret sticking his filthy dick inside you.”

Confusion morphed into realization. You did threaten him with said hypothetical boyfriend…But, that was before you knew it was him!

“Oh, Manjiro…” you whispered. He glared, scorned.

“Don’t you dare pity me. I mean, you got the family you always wanted, right? So who cares who it was with, right? Congratu-fucking-lations.”

You shook your head, exhaling deeply as you held your face in your hands. For years, he thought you dead. Then, when he received word of your appearance, he finds you with child. And not once did he consider that child to be his? It’s like…he couldn’t fathom the thought.

If only he had looked just a little bit closer, he would’ve seen that she had his eyes. How they resembled those pools of ink that used to shine with so much hope back in his youth, so playful and full of love…those same eyes that now gazed upon you with contempt.

It stung.

He thought so low, not only of himself, but of you as well.

Taking a deep breath to reel in your emotions, tears began to well up in your eyes. He assumed they were tears for your doomed lover, further breaking his heart as Mikey clenched his fists to the point of nearly drawing blood. Luckily, even though you struggled to find the right words, someone else happily found them for you.

“Papa..?”

Both of you instantly drew your attention on the toddler standing near the kitchen, one fist clutching her blanket while the other rubbed the sleep from her eye. You glanced at Mikey, and he was stiller than stone. His once dead-stare had morphed into what could only be described as incredulous. Surely, he heard her incorrectly…

With a sniffle, you crouched down to address her, offering a soft grin as you nodded earnestly. “That’s right, sweetheart. Papa’s finally come home.”

The little girl blinked sleepily, taking a second to reboot. But, as soon as the words registered, a bright smile stretched across her face as she excitedly rushed towards Mikey, throwing herself onto his legs and hugging them like a koala as she chirped, “Papa, home!”

Said man hobbled a bit at the force, arms windmilling as he caught himself to keep from falling backwards. He didn’t know what to do with himself, especially when those big, round pools of ink opened and stared right up into his soul. Mikey’s heart nearly stopped. With a hitch in his breath, the gangster did everything he could to hold his composure, looking between you and the child as you both gazed at him with so much warmth…it was suffocating.

Sensing he was overwhelmed, you reached down to scoop up the bubbly bundle, holding her close as you eyed Mikey, apprehensively.

He resembled a cornered animal—Muscles stiff, jaw tight, eyes wild. After a moment, Mikey began to slowly back away into the shadows of your home, conflicted, devastated. It wasn’t until his back hit the door did he eventually fall to his ass, of which caused your child to giggle at how silly he was being. However, all you could do was hold back tears, watching as the reality started to weigh down on a man who just discovered he was a father.

Nervous, you gently explained. “I didn’t leave you because of our spat, Jiro…and I never moved on. I just…thought that I’d be doing more harm than good sticking around when I found out I was pregnant…I didn’t want to add any more stress on your plate, so I…”

Mikey didn’t respond. He sat there, stare vast and unfocused. But, you knew he hung on to every word. So you continued. “I wanted to tell you. But…I wasn’t sure how. At the time, I believed you had stopped caring about me altogether. And to hear you’d been looking for me, I-I’m…I’m so sorry. I’m sorry you harbored all that guilt. I didn’t mean for any of that to happen.”

Your daughter wiggled around in your hold, making small grunts in complaint. Her eyes were trained on his figure huddled in the dark, wanting to be acknowledged, wanting his attention. “Papa!”

Mikey flinched. He focused his gaze on the two you, haloed by the light emitting from the living room. You both were like salvation, reaching down to a broken sinner…How could she want anything to do with him? When he had missed so much already…

To keep from accidentally dropping her, you placed your daughter back on the ground, watching wearily as she wobbled all the way to Mikey, blanket in tow. You weren’t worried about him hurting her, far from it…if anything, he appeared to be the fragile one.

Eventually, she made it to her destination, standing before him with a curious, but eager expression as she rested a hand on his knee. Mikey watched her, took in all of her features, every last detail as he engraved it to memory. She was beautiful, just like her mother. One would think his genes didn’t stand a chance. But the eyes. That was all him. From his mother to his older brother to himself, there was no doubt in his mind that those were Sano eyes.

His lower lip quivered, reaching out hesitantly to caress her cheek. She didn’t cower away, merely babbled as she began patting his knee, allowing his thumb to rub over her chubby cheek. You clasped your hands over your mouth, growing even more emotional at the delicate moment. Mikey looked enamored already, eyes subtly sparkling from what you could see as they interacted.

“I-I told her stories, about you. And I made sure to show her photos, too. Old ones, but still you nonetheless. I wanted her to know who her father truly was. Despite everything else…”

Your daughter cooed, then placed her blanket in Mikey’s lap before climbing into it. Mikey didn’t dare move, rigid as she made herself comfortable. He looked up at you, looking for guidance, for reassurance. Your encouraging smile was enough for him to hesitantly place his hands on her small back for support, carefully adjusting so that she was stable. She laid her head on his chest and stuck her thumb in her mouth, sighing contentedly.

And, for the first time in years, he smiled.

When you hadn’t seen her familiar pigtails bobbing around, or heard any of her excited chatter with the receptionist up front, worry couldn’t even begin to describe what you felt the moment you realize…your daughter wasn’t here.

As soon as the meeting looked like it was wrapping up, you politely excused yourself from the room. Masking your worry wasn't too difficult, but there's no doubt a couple people might've noticed the spring in your step as you exited. One of them being Rindou Haitani. He watched you speed down the hall with mild interest, corner of his mouth ticking up ever so slightly as he thumbed around on his phone beneath the table. Having been updating his older brother during the meeting while he was on his smoke break, he was more than eager to inform him of the storm that was no doubt heading his way.

Little did the younger Haitani know, he was already dealing with one.

"And then, Haruka-kun tries to take Momo-kun's bento box because she had cuter animal shapes, but Momo-kun already said no, and so Haruka-kun pushes Momo-kun, and then tries to take it! But I pushed him and hit him with my fist, like this," she clenched up her tiny fist and held it up to Ran before striking down on his forearm with all her might. It didn't even pitch. "Like that."

The lavender-eyed man merely gazed upon her with mirth. "Did you now?"

"Mmhm! And teacher got so mad, and said that she would tell Ma about me fighting, but she's stupid because Ma didn't pick me up today, and I told Haruka-kun if he snitches, I'll beat 'em up!"

Ran lowly whistled. "Quite the little menace, ain'tcha?"

She pumped her fists. "Yeah!" Then, she paused, holding a finger to her chin in thought. "Wait...what's a menace?"

"Ah, something you inherited from your old man." He ruffled her hair, much to her displeasure. Though her innocent jab earlier regarding his age still hit a sore spot, he was starting to like the sound of it. She, on the other hand, wasn't convinced.

"I already told you; Ma was on her happy juice when she said that. She said not to believe anything she says when she's on happy juice. It makes her do silly things."

Ran chuckled. He knew that all too well. The little girl wouldn't be in this world if not for your inability to hold your liquor. But judging based on how you've raised her so far, clearly you made the right decision keeping him in the dark.

He'll admit, he wasn't the best in terms of commitment. Throughout his day to day, Ran just didn't have the energy. With being in Bonten, keeping an eye out for his younger brother, handling business, dealing with numbskulls and disposing of their bodies, there was never a time to even consider settling down. One-night stands and on and off flings were the easiest choice. At least, until he stumbled upon you.

You were the whole package and more. Classy, independent, witty, and a looker to top it all off. When Bonten started collaborating with the organization you worked in, he couldn't help but to be drawn to you—Like a moth to a flame. It started out as the occasional bantering, trying to one-up the other, catch them off guard. Ran was smooth with his words but could never quite beat your sharp tongue. Thus, things escalated to something more flirtatious. Harmless, but it didn't take long before the months of tension between the both of you began boiling over...and throwing alcohol into the mix, it was the first time Ran finally felt like he had the upper hand. Seeing how poorly you handled just a few glasses of wine, it endeared him. Seeing a piece of you that no one else had the privilege to witness. Your sloppy side, the clumsy, whiny, touchy side. After that long, passionate night beneath the sheets, the one time you and Ran allowed yourselves the space to be vulnerable with one another...you found yourself pregnant. And Ran found himself being nonethewiser.

He wonders, if he hadn't left the next morning and completely ghosted you...would you have kept him in the picture?

Suddenly, his phone dings. Reaching back to pull it from his back pocket, Ran half expected it to just be another update on the meeting or Rindou cursing at him to hurry his ass back inside. But, it wasn't that at all. And at the sound of your kitten heels rushing out of the building and halting at the top of the steps, Ran didn't even need to look up to know who was glowering down from them.

"Hey, Ma! Guess what, the purple man isn't such a meanie after all!"

Ran snorted, finally looking up from his phone to greet the woman who not only still had his heart, but evidently his first child. You, on the other hand, weren't so thrilled to see him.

"Rika. Wait inside. Ma's got some words for the purple man."

He smirked. "Wanna say 'em over a glass of wine?"

"You son of a-!"

"Bad word!" Your daughter covered her ears. You flushed, your composure nearly slipping just by being in his prescence. Ran, immediately seeing the opportunity, teasingly pouts at you whilst covering her tiny hands with his larger ones, shielding her.

"Honey, please, not in front of the child. Can't have her repeating those dirty words at school, can we?"

You fumed, speaking through clenched teeth. "Haitani, as soon as I get her in this building, away from you, I swear to God, I'm gonna wring your neck."

He hummed, amused. "Well. Guess she didn't get her violent side from me after all. Speaking of which, did you know at school today-"

"Hey! No snitching!"

“...What did you say?” 

You were hoping you heard the teacher wrong. Surely it was just your exhaustion taking the wheel. But, when her kind smile didn’t falter, nor did her gushes for the supposed “adorable display”, you immediately grew suspicious.

While heading home from work, you went to pick up your children from daycare. And when you arrived, the teacher merely informed you that it was already taken care of by your very handsome and very devoted husband. 

“I-I think you’re mistaken. My boyfriend and I aren’t married…”

The teacher, finally coming back down to earth, tilted her head in confusion. “Eh? You aren’t?” 

“Did he…say we were?” 

“Well, no. I just assumed since it was easy to tell who he was here for. Hikaru and Kaoru look so much like their daddy.”

You choked on your spit.  Hikaru and Kaoru look so much like their daddy. Hikaru and Kaoru look so much like their daddy.

You did everything in your power to keep from strangling the poor woman. Sure, she didn’t do anything wrong per say…but she sure did make a grave error. And your struggle to restrain your intrusive thoughts must’ve shown on your face from the way she placed a concerned hand on your arm. “Are you alright, miss? You look like you’re about to faint.”

“M-Mhm, yep, great, just peachy.” You squeaked through clenched teeth, sweatdrop on your forehead. “Could you um…confirm something for me?”

“Uh.? Er, sure. I’ll try my best.”

With tense shoulders and a tight smile, you asked, “Their…father…did his mouth have two scars in the corners?”

The teacher blinked, confused. Shouldn’t you already know that answer yourself?, she was probably thinking. And she would be right; you did know. But her simple, hesitant nod was the final nail in the coffin that was your delusion—Haruchiyo Sanzu had found you. And to make matters worse, he had the children.

Your smile faltered, twitching ever so slightly. Covering it with a forced chuckle, you cried, “Oh, that’s..wonderful! He’s always been self conscious about them, and I’m j-just.. beaming with joy that he’s embracing them more. Have a nice evening, Ms. Yuki.”

The teacher didn’t get a chance to respond as you quickly turned on your heel and began speed walking home. You’d apologize for your abrupt exit another day…right now there were more important matters to worry about. For instance—How on earth did Sanzu find you? How did he know about the twins and where they were? Oh, God…did he know about Satoru?

Dialing him up a few times only for the calls to go straight to voicemail weren’t reassuring in the slightest, having you rush across oncoming traffic just so you could avoid any further delays for your fraying nerves. You could see your apartment complex up ahead, heart thumping in your throat at the familiar, black SUV parked a couple blocks down. Had it not been for the heavily tinted windows and no license plates, you probably would’ve overlooked it. He knew where you lived. Stomach in knots, muscles stiff, nerves shot. You didn’t know whether to feel relieved or devastated. Your kids were safe at home, but at what cost? You stood in front of the building, rooted to the ground. Despite mentally preparing for this exact scenario for years, it all went down the drain the second you went to that daycare and discovered your children were missing.

It wasn’t until your phone vibrated did you snap out of your thoughts, shakily pulling the device out of your back pocket to check the notification.

from : unknown 1:06 pm     “ hi, mama.~ ”

Your stomach twisted. Attached to the message were two photos.

The first photo was of your kids eating McDonald's in the kitchen, happily cheesing and waving at the camera. You couldn't hold your choked gasp, hand coming up to hold your quivering lower lip—They were safe.

The second photo...was of Satoru. Tied to a chair, gagged, and beaten senseless. And standing behind him, holding him by his hair so that he could pose for the camera, grinning like a cheshire cat...

Another message pops up. Your grip tightened around your phone.

from : unknown 1:09 pm " daddy's home.~ "

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[acid-ixx]

again &. again masterlist

by the bird and the bee

ft. platonic soft! yandere batfam! x gn! neglected reader

— TRIGGER WARNINGS !

- emotional neglect, allusions to sexual assault, prostitution & physical abuse, kidnapping, alcohol abuse, drugging, themes of depression, dissociation, vague traumatic events, mentions of murder, other warnings would be added soon.

— CHAPTERS ! ; 34k+ words

00. — oh, please leave me be.

01. — because you only notice me once i'm out the door.

02. — and you don't even remember my face?

03. — i need a drink, away from everyone.

04. — mors tua, vita mea / your death, my life.

— DRABBLES ! ; #series: again &. again

dick grayson calling you his baby bird

why now? (yan! damian wayne)

brutus (villain au concept)

brutus: out for blood

what if you were never neglected?

just a taste (yan! conner kent - suggestive)

laughter is the best medicine (yan! dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, damian wayne)

to you, my greatest passion (non-neglected au-verse)

brutus: both arms cradle you now

bruce finding your graduation picture

how to be a heartbreaker! (yandere harem)

— ASKS ! ; #series: again &. again

dick's spiral into yandere-ism

leaving gotham, resenting alfred, changing last names

your mysterious identity &. conner being your love interest

dick seeing you as a child & damian's need to be your favorite

damian and his cool, matching bracelets

does dick close the door on you? nah, he doesn't even know you were behind the door

wally west as your love interest

you care now?

conner as your angry, protective bf

jason trying his damn best to be a brother to you

calling bruce by his last name only

calling alfred your dad ft. jealous bruce

how are damian and jason obsessed towards you

their nicknames for you

how bruce and damian would try to bond with you

will you still go to college after being kidnapped?

— INCORRECT QUOTES ! ; #a&a: incorrect quotes

yan! villains kidnapping you

hostage situation

how to become a target to the wayne family

— FANART ! ; #a&a: fanart

happy birthday by @luffyadolover

diary by @luffyadolover

another reason they're broke &. finished art by @oh-nowo-i-got-uwu

a take on the reader's appearance by @luffyadolover

reader trying to study ft. the batfam's endless calls &. finished art by @ghostdoodlen

reader finding bruce and damian watching a movie by @luffyadolover

again &. again mv by @luffyadolover

reader and their playlist by @luffyadolover

a comic panel by @lucioleestolie

conner and reader flying through the skies by @ghostdoodlen

when all of a sudden, i hear this agitating noise by @punpunsonny

villain au reader by @lazyemmy

a&a oc: emile by @questionthegrapevine

graduation pic, conner comfort, and mirrors by @ghostdoodlen

neglected &. non-neglected reader by @lazyemmy

— TAGLIST ! ; taglist is closed!

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[manjirossluttlybitch]

Manjiro could. Choke me I would forgive him

Manjiro is a maze that’s easy to understand when you look at it from a bigger picture so when you were the first to see no the first to truly reach in his caged and barb-wired heart he tried to push you away but you were persistent in being in his dangerous life slowly he felt himself falling for you usually he didn’t waste his time in such trivial acts but you were like a flame he couldn’t extinguish no matter how hard he tried

At first he saw you as a pest but now your something more then that why do you want him a wilted rose that has imperfect thorns everywhere you would allow yourself to get pricked just to be with him why? can’t he simply kill you like the other’s stop it stop it

It hurt’s stop reaching into his black heart when he would slap you purposely hurt you just for you to leave you persisted to stay quit it he fucking hate’s you this burning feeling in his chest making him wanna claw his heart out and crush it when he saw you cry when he hurt you this feeling he thought he sealed away killed Mikey

When you finally broke like a dam water pouring out and the pressure crushing his bone’s he couldn’t fathom this but it’s for the better of your not here he can’t hurt you anymore if your not here he can’t yell at you seeing your sad smile and crestfallen face

Compared to you he’s a filthy insect your a saint he will do anything just to see you smile even if that mean’s he’s not the person walking beside you if only you hadn’t walked through his maze he caged enclosed chained and locked

He wouldn’t feel such a way

[applemilkie]

Masterlist for Tokyo Revengers

Master's Masterlist

General/Multiple Characters:

milky-mink's masterlist (mostly Tokyo Rev.)

Yeosatinyngz's Tokyo Rev. Masterlist

b-0-ngwat-3-r-deactivated202404's Masterlist 🪦

Their hand slips during arguement (Taiju, Kazutora, & Hanma) (sfw)

Tokyo Rev. charts, random (sfw)

Tokyo Rev. Men (basically all) ~ as BF HC when they get jealous (contains some nsfw)

Tokyo Rev. Men in heels HC (sfw)

Tiktok thin-eyebrow prank on Tokyo Rev. Men (Draken, Nahoya, & Souya) (sfw)

Tokyo Rev. Men reacting to South being a caring older brother (Takemichi, Draken, Mikey, & Baji) (sfw)

S/O is lonely at school, what bf does (Smiley, Rindou, & Kazutora) (sfw)

Yandere!Mikey, Chifuyu, Izana, Ran ~ HC s/o's parents demand break up for safety (sfw)

How ppl found out ur dating (lit any popular + pretty male character) (sfw)

Tokyo Rev. Boyfriend HC (Mikey, Draken, Baji, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Hakkai, Kazutora) (sfw)

They accidentally brush ur hand with theirs (Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Mitsuyu, Hanma, Kisaki, Baki, Smiley, & Angry) (sfw)

Sentences from their s/o that makes them cry (draken & Mikey) (sfw)

Pregnancy Announcement (chifuyu, Souya, & Nahoya) (sfw)

Yandere Headcanons (Hanma & Senju) (sfw)

You're a cheater (Emma, Takemitchi, Mitsuya, Kokonoi, Manjiro, Hakkai, Wakasa, & Izana) (sfw)

What age Toyko men like (sfw)

How Tokyo Rev. Characters Camp (sfw)

A Brief Description of Toman at an Amusement Park (sfw)

Bonten:

Yandere!Bonten ~ Executive reader being 10x closer with her secretary (sfw)

Yandere!Bonten ~ Finding you again later on in life (sfw)

Yandere!Bonten ~ Making Bentos for them (sfw)

Yandere!Bonten ~ Escape them + getting captured + ur preggo (sfw)

Mikey:

Yandere!Mikey ~ Forgotten Marriage Promise (nsfw)

Yandere!Mikey ~ HC of Darling who secretly shares Candy (sfw)

Yandere!Mikey ~ as a soft yan(sfw)

Yandere!Mikey ~ Escaped him and left (sfw)

⇡ pt.2. he finds u

Yandere!Mikey ~ You'll always be mine (sfw)

Baji:

Yandere!Vampire!Baji ~ My Bloody Valentine (nsfw)

Yandere!Baji ~ Bare your teeth for me (nsfw)

Yandere!Ghost!Baji ~ Alone no more (sfw)

Yandere!Baji and Kazutora ~ HC (sfw)

Kazutora:

Bully!Kazutora x reader ~ Want you so bad (nsfw)

Yandere!Kazutora x reader ~ Birthday Stalker (nsfw)

Tiger Hybrid!Kazutora (nsfw)

Step-brother!Kazutora x reader (nsfw)

Kazutora x reader angst ~ The other women (sfw) (This one hurted me badd)

Yandere!Kazutora ~ Bloody Love Letters (nsfw)

⇡pt.2. Yandere!Kazutora ~ Bloody Love Letters (nsfw)

⇡pt.3. Yandere!Kazutora ~Bloody Love Letters (nsfw)

Yandere!Kazutora and Baji ~ HC (sfw)

Hanma:

A Round of Poker (nsfw)

sneaking into ur room (nsfw)

Kisaki:

Kisaki violating Takemichi's gf (nsfw)

crushing on ur boss (nsfw)

ex-bf sells u too Kisaki (nsfw)

Nahoya:

How would they treet you quiz ~ Yandere (sfw)

Souya:

Yandere!Souya gets jealous (sfw)

Yandere!Souya ~ Jealous ogre (sfw)

Sanzu:

Sanzu's phases all put tgt in a room (sfw)

Basic (Canon Info abt him) (sfw)

Daughter of Manjiro (nsfw)

Kakucho:

Yandere!Kakucho ~ Baby Trapping (nsfw)

Yandere!Kakucho ~ as ur secret admirer HC (sfw)

Yandere!Kakucho ~ Not just some stupid crush (sfw)

Izana:

Yandere!Izana ~ w/ a Nanny Darling (nsfw)

Taiju:

Yandere!Taiju ~ Reader gets kidnapped and lives with him HC (sfw)

Wakasa:

Yandere!Wakasa ~ How he handled reader's rejection (sfw)

Pah Chin:

Pah Chin appreciation (sfw)

[gatitties]

Caring you

─ Yandere!bonten x motherly!reader (Platonic)

─ Summary: these men are just trying to take care of you so you're just theirs

─ Warnings: stalking, toxic behaviors, obsession, yandere stuff

Part one / Part three / Part four / Part five

@simpingfor-wakasa, @luno-614 did you want the second part? here it is!! 🫂

You sighed leaving the shopping bags at the entrance of your house, turning on the lights in the living room while you carried the bags back to the kitchen, only before you could even take a step you screamed when you saw Mikey sitting on your sofa eating a cookie quietly.

"Holy fu-, do you want me to have a heart attack one of these days?"

You had not seen his figure before so it was normal for you to be scared, although in recent weeks you had had these intruders breaking into your house, you did not recriminate them for breaking into your home because they practically "spared" your life that day in which they kidnapped you, yet the Bonten leader kept insisting that you should stay with them in their headquarters because the city was full of predators who could take advantage of the likes of you.

"You know that you still have time to come with us."

You had denied his offer by active and passive but nothing seemed to make Mikey reason, he didn't want to resort to kidnapping because he had already experienced that look from you once when you found him binging on the cookies you had made for everyone, of course he didn't want to share them, he snuck into your house at night so that they would only be his. Receiving that look of disapproval and disappointment made his heart sink, as if he were a kicked and scolded cat.

They had discovered that threats ─even if they were empty─ were useless against you, you had lived long enough for that kind of thing to affect you and you already had some loved ones waiting in the other world, besides, no matter how sadistic Sanzu was, he flatly refused that none of the other executives could even think of raising their hand to you or thinking of torture to make you bow down to them.

So Kakucho was the one who discovered that the best thing they could do to 'protect' you was blackmail, well, he thought it would work out considering that you didn't deny helping them whenever they came to your house looking for comfort or help, but you weren't an idiot. They were men old enough to take care of themselves, besides being criminals.

“Mikey, really, I don't know why I'm not six meters underground yet, I appreciate that, but I like my ordinary life."

Of course, Kokonoi offered you countless kinds of luxuries to try to take you into a comfortable life with them, which you refused just the same. Mikey got up walking towards the kitchen where you were placing the purchase, an action that was completely interrupted when the man hugged you, letting his face rest against your back.

"It's not fair… why can't you accept it? we just want you to be safe, I- I need you by my side, I want you to pay attention to me!"

And there he is… you didn't know Mikey's personality when he acted like a leader everyone feared, but next to you he was like a spoiled attention-seeking kid who throws a tantrum if he doesn't get what he wants. You turned so that his head rested on your chest, tightening your embrace a little and rubbing his back in circles, you had to push the atrocities these men engaged in very deep, but there was not much you could do about it either, it's not like if you could change their lives of crime, so as in all your life, swallow and follow the course of things, if these guys wanted your attention you were not going to deny it as long as they cut you out of their business and behave moderately around you.

"You don't need me seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day by your side, plus you always invade my apartment when you want."

He didn't respond to your words, he only clung to you more, almost squeezing you to get every last drop of your affection, Mikey knew he couldn't with your will to continue with your daily routine, but if that was going to continue like this the least he could do was spend as much time as possible with you.

Although as much as it bothers him, he is the leader and he has things to attend to, so he lets you have time with the others, much to his displeasure of course, he doesn't like to share very much, but he knows that you will scold him if he doesn't let the others have their time with you. Takeomi was in charge of making a schedule, taking into account your work hours and even leaving you one day off so that you had privacy and peace, although on those days off Rindou or Sanzu would surely escape to see you even though they weren't allowed to.

Kakucho would always accompany you when you had to cook, before you only had to make food for yourself, and now you find eight grown men clamoring for your homemade food, you appreciated the boy's help and he was more than happy to hear your praise about how well he cook, oh boy, Kaku's chest swells with joy every time you taste his food and you smile at him like a proud mother who has taught her son a new recipe that he has mastered perfectly. Although he doesn't show it as openly as the others, he yearns for your hugs in silence.

Kokonoi always accompanied you when shopping, this man will not let you spend a penny of your money while he is there, he makes sure that you don't lack for anything, although he is a bit annoyed that you refuse to buy stupidly expensive clothes, they just want to spoil you for everything you do for them, even if you don't even realize that your simple actions drive them crazy.

Mochi is undoubtedly the one that stalks you the most, he has to make sure that no creep gets too close, if this happens he will be calling Ran to find out information about that person and they will immediately contact Sanzu to eliminate them. After all you only need them and other people are harmful to you, of course they will still let you keep your close friends and family because they make you happy, and they wouldn't do anything wrong with you, unless they do, when someone close to you does something to you that they don't like, they will comfort you after that person died mysteriously or in an 'accident'.

Which happened… it had to happen, it was a friend you made relatively recently, just a few months before Sanzu collapsed at the door of your house that dawning. You felt comfortable with him and you got closer quite quickly, although you usually used to communicate more by messages than face to face, you always made time to go out one day, the Bonten men controlled all the people you interacted with, even if they were a simple supermarket clerk, if their tone were apathetic with you, they wouldn't last much longer in this world.

Just as they knew everyone you talked to, they knew about this man and they didn't like him one bit, they looked up information about him and Rindou found out that he was a filthy gambler who spent a few nights in brothels, had some history of violence and minimal arrests, it was enough. But the worst thing was the way he looked at you, Takeomi described it when he was following you secretly, his eyes looked at you with disgusting love when you only saw him as a good friend, that thing shouldn't even deserve a second of your time. Mikey asked you about him one day ─because he's a 'curious' boy and wanted to know things directly from you─ and they found out that this disgusting guy simply lied to you about his job and hobbies, although you already found out on your own and complained to him, he promised that he was trying to fix and run his life again, you accepted it by deciding to keep the friendship.

And the guy really started to straighten his life out a bit, but still… that look he gave you kept bugging your boys, plus if you got a partner your attention would get harder and harder to get and they weren't passing by. Even though you weren't interested in having a partner, it didn't convince them, that guy was going to make you feel uncomfortable because he planned to declare himself and you didn't feel the same, it was the breaking point and the end for him.

Today was your friend's funeral, not much in the mood to stay there any longer, you gave your condolences to the family and went home with tears running from your eyes, maybe he wasn't the best person but you still considered him a friend. When you got home, what you least expected was to see those eight men waiting impatiently for you, they knew it, they knew that you were a little more vulnerable now and they wanted to take advantage of that.

"Why is everyone here? Something has happened? I'm not going to launder money or hide weapons here if you want any of those favors."

You wiped your tears leaving your jacket on the coat rack, the first to approach you was Mikey, murmuring your name as he dragged you to the sofa.

"We just had a bad feeling, are you okay?"

"Oh…"

They acted worried even though it hurt to see your tears, a little upset because they were tears for that scum, but now they wanted to focus on making you feel better in their arms. Mikey self-proclaimed your lap as his seat, passing his arms around your shoulders, resting his head on your chest to listen to the sound of your heart, the rhythm of your pulsations was too relaxing and addictive for him. Ran and Rin were on either side of you, clinging to your arms, Sanzu and Kokonoi sat on the ground, leaning their foreheads against your knees, hugging your legs while Kakucho stood up comfortingly stroking your head. Mochi and Takeomi looked askance as they all clung to you without giving them space to do so as well.

Takeomi was not one to go against his leader's orders, however, he would take it upon himself to limit Mikey's time with you just by taking up so much of your time.

"Okay guys, I don't feel half of my body."

You asked to be released because you began to stop feeling your arms, which had fallen asleep due to the iron grip of the Haitani, reluctantly everyone released you or gave you your necessary space.

"Are you feeling better?"

Kakucho asked without stopping massaging your scalp, you let out a shaky breath, you had already had your fill of crying all morning and you had barely eaten anything, you nodded closing your eyes, feeling tired from all the emotions released today.

"Yes, thank you very much guys, I love you."

You muttered without taking into account the weight of those words on the criminals, they all froze, planning to crush you in a desperate embrace right then and there if the rumbling of your stomach didn't stop them. Your cheeks began to take on a slight pinkish tint, cause of embarrassment, they were usually the ones who came to you to be fed, their guts rumbling, but not you.

"So I guess we're ordering food?"

Koko already had his phone ready to call the most expensive restaurant in the city, you knew what he was planning to do so you got up and gently took the phone from him, denying it.

"No, I can do something quick."

"Okay, we can do something quick."

You smiled sweetly at Kakucho for offering to help, receiving death glares at his cunning, Mikey immediately jumped up grabbing onto your leg, pouting like a complete child.

"I can help too."

"Mikey… I would like you to help too, but last time you burned my pan."

[atarathegreat]

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist

Time Skip Accident--Kokonoi Hajime 💮 Ken Ryuguji 💮 Nahoya Kawata,

Protecting Each Other-- Hanma Shuji

Rooftop Dangers-- Kazutora Hanemiya

Ken Ryuguji x reader

Something's Wrong--Bonten!Mikey

Shuji's Habit

Sanzu's hands

Rise and Shine--Ran Haitani

I'll See You Again--Racer!Mikey

Angry-Chiro--Shinichiro Sano

The Student Worker--Keisuke Baji

Drunken Dancing--Atsushi Sendo

DrakenSibling! Reader x Mikey and Part 2

Really?!--Makoto Suzuki

How Sweet it is to be Loved Like This.-- Kakucho Hitto

The Boy in the Gang-- Keisuke Baji

Yandere Mikey

Unconventional--Ken Ryuguji (Omegaverse)

Prank Gone Wrong--Rindou Haitani

Showing You Off--Rindou Haitani

Pappa!--Kokonoi Hajime

His Property--Sanzu Haruchiyo

Come Back to Bed--Keisuke Baji

Rough Confession--Keisuke Baji

Crackhead Headcanons ft: Kazutora, Mitsuya, Nahoya, Souya, Baji, Kokonoi, Mikey, Draken, Taiju, Hanma, Chifuyu, Kisaki, Hakkai, Takamichi. 💮 Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, Yamagishi, Shinichiro, Wakasa.

Sibling Headcanons ft: Ran and Rindou, Nahoya and Souya, Mitsuya, Chifuyu. 💮 Draken, Taiju, Yuzuha, and Hakkai, Hanma, Makoto, Takuya. 💮 Baji, Kazutora, Mikey and Emma, Sanzu. 💮 Inui, Kokonoi, Akkun, Yamagishi, Takamichi.

Gang Leader Sibling ft: Ran and Rindou, Nahoya and Souya, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Draken. 💮 Taiju, Yuzuha, and Hakkai, Hanma, Makoto, Takuya. 💮 Baji, Kazutora, Mikey and Emma, Sanzu. 💮 Inui, Kokonoi, Akkun, Yamagishi, Takamichi.

Zoning Out With Them ft: Chifuyu, Kokonoi, Taiju, Souya

Inciting Incidents ft: Baji, Nahoya, Hanma, Sanzu

ZombieLand ft: Sanzu, Baji. 💮 Takamichi, Draken, Izana, Mikey. 💮 Rindo, Shinichiro, Kakucho, Inui.

Old Money Love (sibling) ft: Sanzu, Nahoya and Souya, Makoto. 💮 Baji, Kazutora, Draken.

Scary Wife Privilages ft: Kokonoi, Draken, Rindou, Akkun. 💮 Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Hakkai.

They Come Home Late ft: Shinichiro, Yamagishi, Takuya. 💮 Hakkai Shiba, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Taiju Shiba

Pretty 24/7(SiblingReader)-- Draken, Mikey, Mitsuya, Sanzu, Kazutora.

Dr.Blane-esque: Kokonoi Hajime 💮 Hanma Shuji

Momoko-esque

Baji X Guitarist

Wearing Their Glasses ft: Rindou, Yamagishi, Baji, Hanma. 💮 Kisaki

Souya Kawata

On My Knees-- Sanzu Haruchiyo

Yamagishi NSFW (headcanon)

Gaming With Souya

It'll Hold--Kazushi Yamagishi

Sunrise- Tetta Kisaki

Vacation--Kawata Twins

Taunting--Benkei

I'm Naked Here--Ken Ryuguji

Soft/Spicy Bonten/Racer Mikey

I'm Tired, Love--Takashi Mitsuya

Predator and Prey-- Keizo Arashi

Baji SFW/NSFW

First Times--Keisuke Baji

Hanma SFW/NSFW

No Nut November-- Mikey, Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, Kazutora, Pah. 💮 Takemichi, Takuya, Akkun, Makoto, Yamagishi 💮 Nahoya, Souya, Chifuyu, Peh, Hakkia 💮 Kokonoi Hajime, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Izana Kurokawa, Hanma Shuji

[kissesforsatoru]

There’s a chocolate bar out there that helps people get aroused and hot it’s not a drug but more of a sweet bar to help rise arous feeling- question for Baji, Waka, and Koko would you give this type of chocolate to darling to your advantage?

little note : reminder that three characters is still the limit for requests, but i can’t be bothered to make separate posts for the same ask so!

cw : smut, implied to be non-con/dub-con

baji : i don’t need some fucking chocolate to make my darling want me. would be nice to have that extra arousal there, but fuck that. i can make my darling go into fucking heat on my own, not cause they ate some fucking sex chocolate or something. might use it for punishment’s though. would be really fucking fun to have them a mess under me, begging to get off even though they want to be a fucking brat or whatever.

koko : absolutely. it makes things fun that way, doesn’t it? my darling being so helpless they have to beg for me to fuck them cause their fingers or a toy just aren’t enough. how pitiful would that be? it’s the perfect opportunity to tease my darling to tears. of course, i’ll eventually fuck them, but it’s way better to have some fun with them first, no?

mitsuya : hm, sounds nice, but i don’t think so. i’m not too big on forcing my darling to do things unless it’s absolutely necessary, you know? i do still want my darling to like me to some extent, after all. i mean, unless my darling wants to use it. if that’s the case then i’d absolutely get the chocolate.

wakasa : ‘course i would, is that even a question? honestly, what kind of guy do you think i am, sweetheart? i would give it to my darling in public and not even tell them what it is or what it’ll do to ‘em. poor thing will start to get all confused and flustered trying to hide the fact that they’re so fucking turned on that their legs start shaking every time their underwear even slightly brushes against them. fuck, and i’d play dumb too. have my hand on their thigh, rubbing them slowly and make them squirm. then i’ll make ‘em tell me exactly what’s wrong and what they want me to do about it.

shinichirou : yeah, i’m not above using something like that on my darling. it would give me such a power trip to see my darling all hot and bothered and begging for my cock, especially when i won’t give it to them. i wanna make them cry from need and watch them try to get off, but nothing will ever be as good as when i fuck them.

have a question for your yandere lover? ask them! ⟶ masterlist

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

More about You | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader

The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!

Description: Mentally Unstable Occult More about you: More about you | {You are here} Prologue: A Life Before Chapter 1: The Reality I've Been Searching for | TBW Chapter 2: You remind me so much of him | TBW Chapter 3: Blood Soaked Insanity | TBW

Name: y/n l/n

Birthday: y/b/d

Sexuality: Bisexual

Previou age: 17

Age: 15

Height: 5'7 

Appearance: H/L H/C hair, Shiny E/C eyes, S/T skin

Personality :Emotionally turned off, paranoid, anxious, mentally unstable, protective, violent, kind to those he deeply cares about, impulsive, apathetic, and funny

Other notes: Y/n can see ghosts from both his own world and the world he was reincarnated in. These ghosts keep Y/n safe and protects him from those who intend to hurt him, even if Y/n can fight those people physically. Y/n has a thing for fighting, and it brings a smile to his face when he feels the adrenaline kick in. Y/n has a younger brother names Lucas, and Lucas adores Y/n. Y/n has many exes due to trying to fill the empty hole in his heart, but none of them ever worked out and ended up leaving Y/n hurt even more. Y/n watches anime, kid shows, and listening to music as an escapism from his life and using those as a way to fantasize about the perfect life he will never have. Music keeps the ghosts that Y/n talks to from hurting others too much, but also lets them control those Y/n is fighting. Y/n fights to music as a way to ground himself, even though it may seem like it makes things worse. Y/n is a naturally violent fighter, so that is why there is blood shed every time, either from Y/n or the person he is fighting. 

Likes: Fighting, Music, Bluey, Studio Ghibli, Bojack Horseman the show, Anime, Tokyo Revengers, Crocs, Sweets, Isolating, knowing random ass facts, referencing stuff from his old world, and laying on the floor

Dislikes: Both his moms, his dad, his ex-boyfriend, sleeping, nighttime, silence, his brother, himself, feeling alone, the fact that he has to redo not only middle school, but high school too

Love interests:

Takemichi Hanagaki

Hinata Tachibana

Natoa Tachibana

Atsushi Sendo

Takuya Yamamoto

Sano Manjiro

Ken Ryuguji

Emma Sano

Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Souya Kawata (Angry)

Takashi Mitsuya

Shuji Hanma

Haruchiyo Sanzu

Rindou Haitani

Ran Haitani

Kazutora Hanemiya

Chifuyu Matsuno

Seishi Inui

Hajime Kokonoi

Izana Kurokawa

Kakucho Itto

Hakkai Shiba

Keisuke Baji

Wakasa Imaushi

Takeomi Akashi

Senju Akashi (Kawaragi)

Yuzuha Shiba

A/n: I may or may not have projected way to much on Y/n.. The stuff under the likes is very crucial to how Y/n see's the world and his coping. 

Picrew used

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[strawbxrryanime]

𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (𝟐/𝟏𝟏/𝟐𝟑 - 𝟏𝟎/𝟏/𝟐𝟑)

This is my smut list primarily from Tokyo Revengers! Enjoy! I'm going to post more this month! ^^

Mikey Sano/Manjiro Sano

Yandere https://www.tumblr.com/strawbxrryanime/709020678974767104/his-obsession-yanderemikey-sano-x-reader?source=share

Possessive Mikey/Male Reader/NB Reader https://www.tumblr.com/strawbxrryanime/728873809036410880/silver-fangs-bonten-mikey-sano-x-malereader?source=share

Sanzu Haruchiyo

Succubus https://www.tumblr.com/strawbxrryanime/713934465295171584/inflictions-succubusreader-x-subsanzu?source=share

NB Reader https://www.tumblr.com/strawbxrryanime/723356642700296192/strawberry-donut-sanzu-haruchiyo-x-reader?source=share

Yandere Sanzu/Male Reader/NB Reader https://www.tumblr.com/strawbxrryanime/729332959811895296/pastel-boy-with-a-mask-sanzu-haruchiyo-x?source=share

Mitsuya Takashi

Succubus https://www.tumblr.com/strawbxrryanime/714165118734368768/beautiful-lavender-eyes-succubusreader-x?source=share

Nahoya Kawata

Succubus https://www.tumblr.com/strawbxrryanime/718550916496752640/melting-smiles-succubusreader-x-subnahoya?source=share

Male Reader/NB Reader https://www.tumblr.com/strawbxrryanime/728499903250251776/bubblegum-boy-nahoya-kawata-smiley-x?source=share

Souya Kawata

Partners in Crime/Male Reader/NB Reader https://www.tumblr.com/strawbxrryanime/729329325518749696/roommates-souya-kawata-x-reader?source=share

Rindou Haitani

Succubus https://www.tumblr.com/strawbxrryanime/723397500771418113/sweet-smell-succubusreader-x-subrindou?source=share

Female Reader/NB Reader https://www.tumblr.com/strawbxrryanime/728014962778308608/once-i-get-my-hands-on-you-rindou-x-reader?source=share

Haitani Brothers/Sister Reader https://www.tumblr.com/strawbxrryanime/728684619546984448/brotherly-fashion-haitani-brothers-x-mitsuyas?source=share

Kokonoi Hajime

Female Reader/NB Reader https://www.tumblr.com/strawbxrryanime/723613178414743552/luxurious-kokonoi-hajime-x-reader?source=share

Seishu Inui

Female Reader/NB Reader https://www.tumblr.com/strawbxrryanime/723970746735607808/apple-pie-seishu-inui-x-reader?source=share

Ran Haitani

Haitani Brothers/Sister Reader https://www.tumblr.com/strawbxrryanime/728684619546984448/brotherly-fashion-haitani-brothers-x-mitsuyas?source=share

Wakasa Imaushi

Male Reader/NB Reader https://www.tumblr.com/strawbxrryanime/729361595237548032/mist-of-a-cigarette-wakasa-imaushi-x-malereader?source=share

[sirthisisa-wendys]

yandere benkei....

DAMMIT I was AT WORK, BUT THIS SHIT IS FIRE AS FUCK. PHEW, YOWZA I WROTE SO MUCH

Break the Seal: Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.3k

tw: yandere, dub-con, drinking

masterlist

Keizo isn't really the type to take control of someone's life. He's always been the type to "live and let live", you know?

But when he stumbles across you - little you standing in some dark alleyway - trying to make your way out but being blocked by a sincere pervert, he can't help but take control.

And when his fist comes down on the man's face, instinct overrides his mental capacities. There is no logic in the way Benkei tries to defend you, none at all. But when he's done, and you thank him, practically falling into his arms and holding him against you, there's another part of his brain that goes out of the window.

"Thank you for ssssaving me," you slur, gripping his forearms tightly.

"Not a problem," Keizo grunts, but you press yourself against him and wrap your arms around his neck. The music from the club fades back into his ears, and with the thrum of his heartbeat, he's sure someone nearby is dancing to the cacophony of sounds.

You lean forward, and the kiss is sloppy, slow, and somewhat uncoordinated, but it gets him harder than a brick. He's hard and ready, and you're willing and feeling him up in a dark alley, and -- wait.

"W-we should go somewhere more private," Keizo suggests, and you pull back, your breath laced with the scent of cheap rum.

"Sexy and smart," you huff. "I like that."

And with those words, Keizo ushers you toward the car waiting in the parking lot. It seems his entire brain has gone on vacation by the time he gets back to his apartment right above the dojo, helping you into the one-bed-one-bath by lifting you over the steps with one arm.

When he gets you inside, you take a moment to admire the place - the minimalistic decor apparently calls to your senses - and then you begin to take off every shred of clothing you have on.

Keizo feels stuck in a dream as he watches you come undone, and when you toss your hair over one shoulder, he practically takes it as a signal that he's free from the spell to come and claim you for himself.

And against his better judgment, he does.

Over and over again, Keizo's cock drills into you, giving you an enjoyable experience as you cum more than twice over his length. It's a fugue-like state he's in - fucking you and watching himself partake in such a devious act.

But that's also cast aside when Keizo finds his orgasm and presses your body against the couch to cum roughshod inside your divine pussy. He falls asleep holding you close, his face nestled in the dip of your shoulder.

Obsession isn't even a thought on Keizo's mind.

But when he awakens, and you're gone, he feels some guilt. He'd cornered you when you were vulnerable. And he hadn't even gotten your name.

"You've been driving yourself insane about this whole thing," Waka huffs, deftly dodging a swing from Keizo's fist. "Why don't you just let it go?"

Exhale, step, inhale, swing. Waka's block isn't enough to keep him on his feet. As the smaller man staggers, Keizo thinks of a response.

"I can't," he finally replies, his voice full of sadness. "I wish I could, but..."

"Have you been back to the club you saw her at?" Keizo's guilty expression is all Waka needs to see before his heart sinks. "You're borrowing trouble."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Wakasa grabs his water bottle and takes a long swig before answering.

"Listen, if she wanted to keep in touch, she would have left you her number or something. Or given you head in the morning, at least."

"What if," Keizo begins, taking his gloves off. "What if she was embarrassed by the whole thing? Maybe she thought I would be weirded out and reject her." Wakasa shrugs as he shakes his head.

"You'll never know unless you run into her again."

Waka's words stick with Keizo as he prowls the streets, keeping both eyes peeled for your face. His ears are on alert for your voice, like an FM radio tuned in to your waves.

As the night comes to a close, however, Keizo sees he's run out of options and is standing in the same exact spot he found you in. A wave of disappointment finally crests, and he exhales slowly, giving up his quest once and for all.

As Keizo turns away into the night, one final thought pops into his mind. He looks back at the club and then at the doorway. He'd never gone inside of the clubs. What if you were there, stowed away and just out of sight?

The bouncer at the door gives Keizo one look before letting him inside the barely-lit dance club, and bodies of all kinds weave through the crowd.

Keizo's mouth waters at the thought of running into you - you, among the wolves and ravenous men lurking in the shadows. It doesn't even occur to him that he's part of that same bunch as he peers down the bar at the various patrons. Your face doesn't materialize. Keizo leans back and spots the back of the bartender's head before calling out to them and raising a hand slightly.

When the bartender turns around, it takes Keizo a few seconds to recognize you with a wig and heavy makeup on. But you smile at him brightly and waltz over, your face more luminous than a star in the pitch-black sky.

"Hey," you greet him cordially, sliding him a napkin. "Never thought I'd see you in this type of place." Keizo chuckles, leaning in to hear your voice over the amplified bass.

"Practically where we met," Keizo replied easily. "You work here?"

"Only sometimes," you shrug, glancing behind him at the dance floor. "Just helping out a friend at the moment." Before he can stop his own hand, Keizo reaches out to touch yours.

"You just disappeared..." Your face sobers up, and you clear your throat.

"My bad. I... I was kind of embarrassed about the whole thing."

"Why?" You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and look away.

"The whole thing was kind of a mess. Didn't want to complicate your life or anything. But you have my thanks always." Keizo hums, pulling his hand away. You blink, then shake your head to clear your thoughts. "Uh, d'you want something to drink? It's on the house."

"Only if you're serving it," he teases, and you throw him a winning smile. "Make me something good. I trust you."

I trust you.

Keizo isn't sure what trust really is, though. Is it the feeling of allowing someone to know your deepest thoughts without fear of judgment? Is it the urge to confess all of your sins and then pray the person would forgive you by proxy? Or is it simply sharing a drink with someone in a crowded dance club?

"Bottoms up," you announce, sliding him a shot and taking your own. An informal toast is made, and Keizo downs the liquid without grimacing.

"Keep 'em comin'...?"

"My name's y/n," you offer, smirking. "And yours?"

"Keizo, but everyone calls me Benkei."

"I'll call you Benkei, then." You pour another shot and toss it back. "

The more you drink, the more Keizo is thankful he's other to watch out for you. One shot for him, one for you. And it's hitting you harder than him. By the end of your shift, you're stumbling again, and Keizo leads you out of the club, covered in his jacket to hide your lack of proper clothing.

"So wasted," you moan, climbing into his car.

"Yeah," Keizo agrees, starting up the engine. "I'll run you a bath, and you can crash at my place."

"You'd let me do that?" you wonder, then you hum in appreciation. "I'm so lucky to have you, Benkei."

The rumblings of something sinister bubble up in Keizo's chest, but he just takes your hand and kisses it possessively.

"No," he whispers. "I'm the lucky one."

[cheesus-doodles]

I’m not sure if this has been asked before, but why do the red dragonflies hate izana?

Red Dragonflies Masterlist | Masterlist

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hello anon! ahh more asks about my reds :D

I partially answered this question in Don't Look Back In Anger (its in the second half but I ain't complaining if you read the whole thing again cough) but I'll make it more concise here and expand as much as I can without spoiling future chapters!

I would say first and foremost, despite Izana and Boss dating, the Black Dragons and the Red Dragonflies are technically still rival gangs at the end of the day. There was never an alliance drawn up between the two so that the Reds could preserve their neutrality and not be seen favoring one gang over another. So the night that Izana decided to break your leg and carve his name into your hip, despite it being in a fit of jealousy and a quarrel between lovers, the Reds took it very personally and saw it as a direct attack on their boss by a rival gang leader. You did put Izana under your personal protection, which is part of a promise you made to Shinichiro when the two of you first started dating, but that meant that the Red Dragonflies have never been able to get their revenge because they can't touch, let alone beat the fuck out of, Izana without very serious consequences.

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Second, this whole issue comes on the back of the Reds' executives - referring to Furusawa, Hase and the other Wings - already having a distaste for Izana (and Shinichiro) to begin with. Why the Reds aren't particularly fond of Shinichiro is not something that will be discussed here since I think it might be a spoiler for the upcoming chapters. But back to Izana, your Reds executives already disapproved of the relationship at the start because they felt that you were way too young to be getting into one, and this was before Izana got a tad too attached and swung straight into yandere territory. And after that, he became too overbearing, too controlling for your friends to ever approve. Hase, Jun and Koji start actively trying to keep you away from Izana, encouraging you to break up and doing anything they can to break this relationship apart.

But you only seemed to be digging yourself a deeper and deeper hole, starting to associate Izana with an actual connection to your older brother, who passed away when you were young. This is around the time when Izana starts to gift you old photos of your older brother that he finds around the Sano property, usually courtesy of Shinichiro, who used to be friends with your brother. And all this while, you aren't listening to your Red friends, who keep trying to get through to you that this isn't healthy in the slightest, that you should take a break from Izana and step away.

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This actually leads nicely into the third reason why they despise Izana so much - when Izana snapped and attacked you, and you decided to not only break it off with him but also with your Red Dragonflies, the Red Dragonflies have always seen it as Izana's fault that you left them. If he hadn't been in the picture, you would probably have never even considered quitting gang life. Sure, Shoji, your hand-picked successor, was a good boss while it lasted (more spoilers, not elaborating), but it just wasn't the same without you. And the scars from Izana run deeper than just skin, and it hurts Furu and the rest that they aren't able to care for you and help you heal. You had always looked after them, and the one time you needed them the most, they couldn't return the favour.

And now that you were back as the Red Dragonflies' Boss once more, it seemed to have drawn Izana back onto the scene at the same time - and once more, your friends are forced to sit back and let things run their course. Though not for the lack of trying.

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All in all, the hatred just sort of built and built into utter despise for Izana, but at the same time, there isn't anything the Red Dragonflies can do in retaliation, and even less now that you were back on the scene.