#manjirou sano x you

[inkykeiji]

in an effort to get him to pay attention to you, you send bonten!mikey photo after photo of every single sweet you’ve eaten throughout the day (at an alarmingly increasing frequency) until he finally replies with ‘have you eaten anything other than sugar all day?’ to which you cheekily retort ‘have you?’

(;¬_¬) fair point. baby wins this one :)

#manjirou sano x reader #mikey x reader #mikey headcanons #tokyo revenegers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokrev x reader #manjirou sano x you #mikey x you #bonten x reader #bonten!mikey x reader #daydreaming about mikey because i miss himmmm #sighs #inky.tr #inky.mikey

[lady-lunaaa]

Chapter 7-

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Pairing: Pirate!Mikey x Goddess!Reader

Rating: MATURE, minors do not interact

Warnings: female reader, pirate au, sexual tension, pining, complicated feelings, mention of brothels/sex workers, minor manga spoilers, alcohol consumption, kiss, there's only one bed (kinda)

WC: 11.9k

a/n: it's herrreeee, sorry for the delay, life sucks. BUT we are finally getting somewhere here - lots of intimacy and vulnerability in this chapter 👀 and also this is a big boi at over 11k - idk what came over me. Thank you to @dabilove27 for reading through this for me and reassuring me that I shouldn't quit writing for the foreseeable future, you're a real one 💙

Link to collab

Lullaby: ☠

As you step into the tavern a bell tinkles your arrival and several heads snap to the entrance to appraise the newcomers. At a round table to the right are your boys, lounging in their seats and sipping from tankards of what you presume is ale. Seems like you are the last ones to join the party, and the others make it known, a chorus of 'yer late!'s and 'about bloody time's rising to meet you. In the middle of the space is a petite woman with the most beautiful strawberry blonde hair, her curves are covered by swathes of skirt and apron, and the smile she offers you as a welcome lights up the room.

She puts her mop and bucket to the side and rushes over to the three of you, "I'm Hina, welcome, it's so great to meet you!" She introduces herself for your benefit and you thank her before giving your name in turn. She ushers you into the establishment and over to the table whilst expertly leading you around the wet patches on the wooden floor.

"You're finally here! We've all been waiting, I thought the others would be drunk before you made it." She jokes lightly, as Suya and Mikey take a seat at the table. You hesitate, swaying on the spot at the empty seat next to the still glowering captain and choose to remain standing.

Mitsuya speaks first, "I wouldn't put it past them, honestly. Two ales please, Hina, and…" He looks at you with a questioning brow and you turn to the woman.

"Oh, just fresh water for me please, I'm sick of watered down rum," you grimace at the thought of it and Hina's eyes twinkle as she laughs loudly, the sound is so melodic and sweet that your face warms and you find yourself smiling with her.

"Water it is then, pet!" Before you can respond, she immediately flows off towards the bar. You throw a sidelong glance at the men who are catching up on business and decide to trail after her.

You take the time to look around the tavern, figures when the men said 'inn' they also meant pub. You'd never had an inn at your old village because no one ever came through and visited, but you'd had a tavern, a place for everyone to convene and get merry after a hard day's work. But where that hut made of driftwood had been simple and cramped and only contained a few rickety benches, this tavern is clean and well-decorated and looks more like a home than a business.

On the wall to your left a hearth takes pride of place, complete with cushioned stools clustered around a low table right in front of it – perfect for resting after a long day. The rest of the space is full of large tables for eating and drinking, flower pots taking up residence in every available surface and corner. It is cozy and quaint, and not at all what you expected.

Hina smiles as you join her at the bar, dropping your packages onto the surface unceremoniously and leaning your elbows against the shining counter next to them with a sigh.

"Long day?" She smiles sympathetically, pouring two tankards of ale for the boys and fetching you a cup of water.

"You can say that again, I'm not used to so many people." You accept the water with a small thank you and gulp it down greedily. Goodness, that's refreshing, you can feel your skin singing its gratitude.

Hina smiles at you as she waves to get one of the men's attention, "It can be a lot down at the market, especially for a first-time visitor," she agrees, placing the tankards on the bar top next to you and mirroring your stance with her elbows across from yours.

"But it looks like you struck lucky with shopping!" There is a glint in her eye, as if she revels in this small talk, and maybe it's because she doesn't see many women here. You grin at her, her happiness infectious, and slide a package in front of you both.

"Oh, I did! I have to show you the boots I bought, I think they are now the single most badass thing I own." You unwrap the paper packaging and pull out the long boots of rich, brown leather with lace-up detailing down the front. Hina sucks in a gasp and reaches for the boots with a hand.

"Oh, how beautiful," she breathes, eyes wide.

"That you are, Hina!" comes Baji's too-loud voice from behind you right as the packages Suya had been carrying plop onto the counter next to you. You turn your head and catch Baji's wide grin, fangs on full display, as he grabs the two tankards and gives Hina a wolfish wink.

Hina blushes a little at his compliment and although you are rather inclined to agree with him you still roll your eyes, "Piss off, you shameless flirt."

You smack his arm as he retreats to the table, the men now laughing and relaxing. You smile softly at the scene before you, such a nice change to see them so carefree, with no worries or duties to attend to. But then Mikey catches your eye, and that smouldering look of such intensity makes your smile wilt and wither. You quickly turn around again with a scowl and clamp down on those insistent feelings of guilt and longing, instead choosing to channel your emotion into one feeling in particular, irritation.

Hina gives you an amused, if startled, look, "You really are close with them, Pah said as much, but…"

You shift in your seat, what else did he say about you while you weren't here?

"Well good," she says firmly, "I hope you put them in their place!" She rests her hands on her hips as if to emphasise her point and you laugh.

"Of course, someone needs to."

Your response causes her to giggle along with you, that beautiful tinkling chime, like the ringing of the little bell above her door. The sound makes you feel light and giddy, like a child again, it's nice to have some girl talk after being stuck with the men for so long. Perhaps, you've made a new friend.

Just then, a slender man appears from a back room, sporting a shock of short, black hair and a handful of papers. You watch as he takes up residence behind the bar, leaning to one side as he starts to check off things on his list. He doesn't so much as look up to greet you, even when Hina coughs politely to get his attention.

"I'm sorry about him," she sighs with a soft irritation, the kind you reserve only for the ones you love, "that's my little brother, Naoto, he's not the most social."

You smile at Hina gratefully for the introduction and extend a hello to Naoto. He blinks his coal grey eyes as he focuses on you, finally.

"Oh hi, welcome to The Siren." Simple and to the point, followed by a curt nod. You smile politely and nod back, marvelling at the stark difference between this man and his sister.

"Don't mind him, he'll warm up to you eventually." She dismisses her brother entirely and turns her attention back to your unwrapped parcels.

"I have more to show you-" you yawn into your hand, none too subtle, interrupting yourself mid-sentence, "-ahhh, if you want?" You feel suddenly self conscious at the offer, maybe she is only being polite, and couldn't care less about your silly purchases.

"I would love to!" Hina practically sings, her warm eyes the colour of a fawns coat, and you perk up again. She has a small beauty mark below her lip and you can't help but admire it. She really is beautiful, and so lovely too, no wonder this is the crew's go-to place for accommodation.

"But how about we do that after I've shown you to your room? You look dead on your feet, pet!" And coming from her, with that genuine look of concern, it doesn't feel like a back-handed compliment – just a genuine worry for another human being.

You slump in relief where you sit, "Hina, that would be amazing, I cannot wait to have a private moment to wash. You have no idea what it is like trying to strip wash on a boat full of pirates."

She looks at you with those warm and sympathetic eyes again, and sweeps some of your packages into her arms, "I can only imagine! Well, lucky for you, I ran you a bath before you got here at Pah's request."

You hop off the barstool and scoop up the rest of your purchases with a renewed spring in your step.

"Oh my gods," you turn to the men with a twirl, skirts billowing at the movement, "I love you, Pah!!"

You practically bellow the sentiment across the room and he looks up in surprise before cracking into a wide grin at your outstretched arms – raised above your head as much as they can be while loaded down with parcels and making a little heart with your fingers.

"Love you too, sweetheart!" He yells back with a goofy grin, his scar tugging at his bottom lip in that endearing way you love. You laugh as you hear Baji complain about favouritism, and catch a look of exasperation from Naoto (no doubt at being distracted from his work by the random yelling), and twirl to face Hina again.

"Thank you, Hina, you really didn't have to do that." You mean it, the prospect of a bath almost feels like too much of a luxury after the routine you have fallen into aboard the ship. Your mood has so drastically improved from moments ago that you cannot keep up.

"Nonsense! You are my guest, besides, a friend of the captain's is a friend of mine."

You smile a little tightly at her comment as she leads you towards some stairs tucked away in an alcove beside the bar. You're not sure Mikey would agree with that statement right now, you are definitely on his shit list, which is not a good place to be. You can't help but sigh at the thought, your feelings too conflicted to ponder on for long. Instead, you wonder how long Hina has known the boys and how they met. You will have to ask her later.

The spiraling ascent up the staircase makes you slightly dizzy by the time you reach the landing at the top. You note there are only four doors along the corridor stretching before you, the walls the same uneven, white plaster as the downstairs, as if it was brushed on with the careless movements of a trowel. The ceiling is lower here but has the same wooden beams reaching into the rafters, and there are small pictures adorning the walls between each door. Neat and homely. But there is one issue.

"There's only four rooms?" You ask curiously, as you follow Hina to the door nearest to the staircase on your left.

She smiles at you wickedly, "The boys have to share."

"I get a room to myself?"

She nods as she opens the door to your room, "Just you."

"Who's sharing with Baji?" You ask, as you walk into the room and look around in quiet wonder.

It is bigger than you anticipated, the roof sloping away from you towards a singular window next to the large double bed. There is a small lantern on the bedside table and a chair in the corner of the room next to the door. Opposite the bed sits a tall chest of drawers with a vanity mirror perched atop it and next to that is a coat rack and another door set into the wall, presumably leading into the bathing room. Simple but lovely, and far more than you are used to.

"I don't know, but there was a great debate as to who would be sharing with him."

"Ah yeah, no one wanted to, right?" You stop in the middle of the room and whip around with a grin.

"Correct!" Hina fails to stifle a giggle. "I heard them mention that since the captain was late back, he could have him."

You snort in disdain, "No chances there."

It's Hina's turn to look at you curiously now, "Why's that?"

"He's the captain, isn't he? And Mikey always gets what he wants one way or another…" Your mind drifts to the thought of what the captain could possibly want for, his deepest desires, before you realise Hina is waiting awkwardly for you to finish your point. You place your packages on the bed before continuing.

"Ahem," you clear your throat with an apologetic look, "and I doubt what the captain wants is to share a room with Kei."

You smile at Hina, hoping to lighten the awkward atmosphere, as you wander over to the chest of drawers.

"And who will the captain share with, new friend?" She asks wryly, as she places your packages upon the freshly made, floral-patterned sheets.

"Kenny," you immediately counter, holding up the satin robe against your frame from where it hangs on the coat rack.

Hina trots over to the door beside you and opens it into a room almost entirely taken up by bath. The square tub looks more like a pool and is set into the floor with a few steps leading into the steaming water within. Everything in here is wooden, including the small potty in the corner, except the metal sink protruding from the wall. The room is toasty warm, your own personal sauna, the scent of lavender and lily heavy in the air. You gape, mouth wide enough to catch flies.

Hina laughs at your expression, and swings the door almost shut to show you the towel hanging on a hook, "Here's your towel, and I'll hang up your robe too, just in case."

She opens the door again and reaches out a small hand to grab your satin robe from the coat rack.

"Hina?" You hesitate, as she turns to you with a smile.

"Will…will you stay? Just for a little while, you can sit in the other room and open my packages if you like! Unless you have duties downstairs, of course." You wince at your stuttering words and foolish request, you probably sound insane, asking a stranger to stay while you sit in the bath. It wasn't so unusual in your old village, but your etiquette from back then is almost useless now in this modern world.

"I thought you'd never ask!" She beams, rocking on her feet slightly.

"Are you sure? It's really okay if you have things to do, or if the request is too strange! I just…the company of another woman is nice." You smile tentatively.

Hina's delicate laugh rings throughout the bathing room, "It's not strange at all, in fact, where I'm from women bathe together all the time. This bath is actually based on the hot springs back home." She smiles in fond memory of her homeland, her features tinged with a sad longing. You can relate to that feeling all too well, and your chest aches a little for the sweet woman who stands before you.

"I've never seen anything like it," you eye the bath wistfully, "It's amazing."

Hina smiles at you gratefully, "It's my favourite room in this place."

"I can see why, truly." You don't want to be rude and evict Hina from a room in her own building but if you don't get into that water immediately you might lose your mind.

"Can I really open your packages?" Hina asks slyly.

"Absolutely! I need your opinion on my purchases, don't I? Besides, I'm about to get naked very shortly, so…"

Hina's eyes light up at the prospect of searching through your clothes and she hurries out of the room with a squeal. You smile after her, before immediately slipping out of your dress and kicking it into the corner along with your panties. Stepping into the hot water feels heavenly, and by the time you are fully submerged, your eyes have fluttered shut and a moan slips past your lips.

"Is it good?!" Hina asks eagerly from the other room, her voice slightly muffled.

"It's heavenly," you groan, as you sink into the water up to your neck, head resting on the wood behind you. The scented oils smell divine, and combined with the steam, wrap you in a warm embrace that melts all the stresses and worries of the day away.

You hear the sound of crinkling paper and a moment later Hina calls, "This corset is stunning! It perfectly matches your boots, did Mitsuya help you pick these, by any chance?"

"Actually, it was Mikey, the captain. He-" heat blooms in your face at the memory of what he said to you at the market, suddenly it feels too hot in the room, and you sit a little higher in the water, "-he helped me choose all my clothes actually, Suya was busy with vendors."

"Did he help you with these too?!" You know immediately what Hina is referring to by the tone of her voice, and you curse yourself for not remembering sooner.

"HINA! NO. He absolutely did not. I slipped them to the woman when he wasn't looking, she was very nice about it." You cover your face with your hands, washing the sweat from your pores and desperately trying not to think what Mikey would have to say about the fancy undergarments you bought at the clothes stall.

"They are very fancy! Are they for anyone?" Hina asks loudly, voice squeaky and full of glee.

You sigh loudly and grab the bar of lemon soap from the side, scrubbing your body with vigor, and relishing in the suds blooming across your skin.

"Hey! Don't go silent on me now, things just got interesting."

"I didn't have any underwear aboard the ship and I'm fed up with wearing bandages and having to wash the same pair of knickers over and over. They're a little fancy I know, but…I couldn't help myself when I saw them." You confess lightly, submerging your body again and watching the bubbles pool out across the surface of the water.

As you are leaning back to soak your hair, Hina responds in a sickly sweet tone, "That didn't actually answer my question, though." You are starting to think this angelic woman perhaps has a sting in her tail.

"You aren't as sweet as you first appear, are you, Hina?" You deflect the statement easily, voice teasing.

"Not at all." She replies humbly, "Now tell me who these are for!"

"For myself, I swear it!" You respond loudly as you finish rinsing your hair and climb out of the bath, "but…okay, you cannot tell anyone this, alright?" Your voice lowers conspiratorially as you speak through the crack of the ajar door, grabbing the towel off the hook to dry yourself hastily.

"I'm listening," Hina practically purrs, buzzing with excitement.

"Alright, that wasn't really a promise," you scoff, hanging the towel once more and sliding the soft satin robe over your shoulders in its place, revelling in the smooth and cold feel of it against your clean skin, "the undergarments really are for me, but the rest of it may, or may not, be to potentially catch the eye of a certain pirate captain."

You stress the word 'may' and finish your sentence in a rush, opening the bathroom door to an obscenely loud squeal from Hina, who is jiggling on the spot and clutching your dress to her chest.

"I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" She cries, and you shush her with a finger to her lips.

She merely speaks around the digit pressed to her mouth in a lower volume, "I heard some things between the men earlier, and when you arrived it was so obvious, but I couldn't be certain until now!"

You blink in shock, your finger falling from her lips as you clutch at the robe around your chest.

"Obvious?" You repeat in horror, you can feel your eyes widening comically, and Hina only grins at you.

"Well, to my eyes, yes. A woman always knows," she smiles smugly and places your dress gently over the bedspread, carefully smoothing out the wrinkles in the fabric.

"But don't worry, I'm sure the captain doesn't know. I say go for it," you give her a stern look, "I'm sorry, I know it's not my place, but…the captain is wonderful! And what have you got to lose?"

Your heart falters in your chest, becoming impossibly heavy, and sinks to the pit of your stomach where it sits ominously. A constant reminder of how precarious your life here is. How can you keep forgetting? Every moment you deem to relax is ruined by the thought of the King and what he might do to you should you break one of his rules.

You smile sadly at Hina, "More than you know."

The words are little more than a whisper, but they reach her ears all the same, and she visibly wilts. Her eyes are downcast as she moves to leave the room, no doubt to take over bar duties from Naoto. The sounds of conversation and laughter have increased since you came upstairs, and the volume fills the room as she opens your door.

"I'm sorry…why don't you dress? I'll have your dinner waiting." She leaves before you can say another word, not that you have any to give her, to make her understand.

Instead, you merely cross the room to the door and lock it behind her, leaning your forehead against it softly with a deep sigh.

☽ ☽ ☽ ☽

The sun is now fully set as you assess your reflection in the small mirror; twisting and turning to admire your new outfit. You thank the Deities you chose a front-lacing corset. The ties were a little fiddly, especially in the flickering candlelight, but manageable at least.

Your dress is a mass of off-white curls; the front falling around your thighs in swaths of seafoam, perfectly showcasing your knee-high boots, and the back plunges in length where it skims the floorboards. The waist is pulled in by your leather corset, a rich brown that matches your boots and shows off the curve of your hips. The corset sits just under your breasts giving them an obscene lift, pillowy skin heaving over the waves at your chest. Is it too much?

You breathe in as much as the corset will allow and fiddle with your hair; it's still damp and braided back from your face. You debated leaving it down but cannot be bothered with the hassle. Chifu appeared a few minutes ago to check whether you'd be joining them for dinner and you said you'd be right down. But you take another minute to compose yourself, listening to the ruckus below, and steeling your nerves to walk downstairs. This anxiety is silly, you look great and you are just joining your friends for dinner.

Before you can chicken out, you blow out the candle by your bedside table and hurriedly leave the room.

The racket only worsens as you descend the stairs, spiralling down into the merriment below. Every table is full, every chair occupied; the cozy space is heaving with customers, all with drinks in hand and smiles on their faces. You shake your head at a group of men making fools of themselves, already inebriated past the point of sense, and hurry past another group who look your way a little too long.

Your boys are still at the round table next to the bar, tankards full and half-eaten bowls of stew in front of them. As you approach, you realise they have all bathed and dressed up for the occasion as well. Baji's hair is clean and brushed, shining like black silk in the candlelight, and he is wearing a clean pair of trousers with a matching waistcoat. You blink in surprise. He has even taken off some of his jewellery, and without his headscarf he is almost unrecognisable as a pirate. The understated look suits him.

Pah is beside him in a similar get up, his shoes polished and white shirt spotless. Draken is in his usual gear, boots and all, but they are clean tonight and he made the smart choice of wearing a shirt to dinner. Mitsuya is surprisingly the most casual of them all, wearing a loose blouse embroidered with a pretty, purple design; no doubt one of his own. His loose trousers are of a rich purple material that match exquisitely with the thread and bring out his eyes.

But, as always, it is the captain who demands your attention, who draws your eye like a moth to a flame. And it is no wonder tonight as to why that is so. His hair isn't tied back in its usual braid or falling about his face messily, in fact, he's had a haircut (when did he manage that?). The shorter strands are swept away from his forehead, slicked back with some sort of gel, leaving the pretty angles of his face bare. He's wearing his usual blouse, open at the front and showing off his muscled chest, but the coat is a new addition.

The material is a deep red, showcasing an extravagant gold stitching, and the collar is turned up against the prying eyes of others. The sleeves are pushed past his elbows in his preferred fashion, and the cuffs are folded over, probably to avoid them dipping into his dinner bowl.

His trousers are the colour of rich soil, and unlike the other men, he has a weapon in the holster at his side (though you have no doubt the other crew members have a few pocket knives stashed on their persons somewhere). The wickedly sharp cutlass is a careful warning more than anything, Mikey fights with his fists and his boots, he doesn't need anything more. Jewels glitter at his ears, throat and fingers – he looks like royalty. And you suppose, by pirate standards, he is.

You stop a short distance away, suddenly unsure whether you can do this, whether you can be around him while he looks like that and pretend that it doesn't make your gut flame and your heart tug terribly. You have half a mind to hike up your skirts and throw yourself on the table before hi-

"Hey!" Baji half-stands from his seat to wave you over, alerting the others to your presence, and your feet jerk into action. The boys all begin to cheer and call for you to join them, their cheeks rosy with alcohol, and you hurry over before they can embarrass you any further.

"Gods, I can't take you lot anywhere," you hiss at them as you thump your hands against the table, "half the damn tavern is watching us now, you fools."

"They've got quite a lot to look at," Pah winks at you, eyes roaming over your outfit appreciatively, but you know it's partly in jest.

"Down boy," you send him a wicked grin as you lean over the table, knowing full well your chest is straining against the neckline of your dress.

"Like the clothes?" You ask the men, raising an eyebrow and casting a look around the table. Despite feeling out of your depth in your current surroundings, the boys never fail to make you feel comfortable and confident, the banter comes easy and you are grateful for the distraction.

"Maybe I like them too much?" Baji cocks his head at you, looking for all he's worth like a confused puppy. "Take 'em off, I don't like this feeling!"

Mitsuya smiles into his tankard as he goes to take a sip, and you send a long-suffering eyeroll Baji's way.

You pride yourself in keeping your eye contact anywhere but at the captain, barely even glancing his way when you address the table, but you feel his eyes on you – burning a hole in your resolve. And then he speaks.

"You look delicious, and you know it, any man in here would kill to have a taste." Your heart jack hammers into your throat at the calm delivery, his low, almost predatory tone. Suya chokes on his ale next to you, and you hear Baji thumping his back enthusiastically, cackling like the idiot he is.

But your eyes don't look their way, you are too busy staring at Mikey with an intensity that would send any lesser man running. He just had to ruin your careful composure, the prick. Obscene images race through your mind, zipping behind your eyes, of him having a taste – feasting between your thighs on this very table. You suck in a breath, but otherwise make no move, despite the thrill that shoots straight to your core at his words – a zap of electricity to your aching sex. You watch as his gaze roves over your curves agonisingly slowly, deliberately pausing at your ample cleavage, before lazily meeting your eyes. He's baiting you.

Well, two can play that game.

"Any man?" You drawl your words, letting them ooze from your tongue like thick treacle as you give Mikey a once-over, not shying away from his exposed skin and lean muscle. "You know you don't look too bad yourself cap, I'm sure any man in here would kill to have a taste."

His men send up a chorus of whistles and oooh's at your response, Kenny even raps the wooden table with his knuckles as Baji thumps a beat against the floor with his feet. You ignore the buffoons, the world zeroed in on this singular moment, just you and the captain.

You smile sickeningly slow at Mikey, refusing to back down from this challenge, both of your bodies primed as weapons – your too casual stances giving away the tension in your arms and the hard set of his shoulders. Why is every interaction with him so difficult, like trying to swim through tar with your hands tied behind your back?

He smiles at you coolly, those damn eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that makes your tummy flip. The bath and fresh clothes are giving you more confidence than is smart, or maybe it's the drunken egging on of the others, either way…dangerous. It's always dangerous walking this gangplank with the captain, the threat of hungry sharks circling below should you fall. You push away from the table with more force than necessary, frustration seeping from your every pore.

"Speaking of having a taste, there is dinner to eat and I am starved. Gentlemen." You bow your head in a mock farewell and swing towards the bar, marching over to an empty stool within your line of sight. You stare at the worn wood, at the curve of its back as you walk, your marker in a sea of strangers. The blood rushing in your ears is so loud that you barely hear the other patrons, you're not even sure how you make it to the bar on your wobbly legs, the desire coursing through your veins making the mere act of breathing difficult.

But as soon as you hop onto the barstool, Hina is before you with a knowing smile and a tumbler of water, which you gratefully chug down. You raise a hand to Naoto who is pouring a pint of ale from one of the taps, and he gives you a small nod in return. Hina gives you an apologetic look as she whisks off to serve the other customers clamouring at the bar.

You sigh heavily, and only notice Chifuyu when he leans forward into your line of sight, a mere few centimetres from your face.

"Fuck, Chifuyu!!" You yelp, knocking your empty tumbler over and grabbing at your chest dramatically.

"I'm kinda offended, you didn't even see me sitting here!" He crinkles his nose adorably, large green eyes turned down with a frown.

"Sorry 'Fuyu," you apologise, "it's that hat, I didn't recognise you from behind." You smile at the page boy hat perched atop his blond locks. Odd choice for inside; he must have seen it in a shop window on the way up and made Pah stop so he could purchase it. Definitely, a Chifuyu move. You smile at the thought.

"Do you like it?!" He perks up at the mention, standing a little taller.

"You look adorable!" You coo, pinching his cheek between your thumb and forefinger. He lets you do it, but grumbles all the same, as you wiggle the skin of his face from side to side.

"At kinda 'urts, yaknow," comes his broken response, exaggerating the slur of his words for dramatic effect.

You roll your eyes and let go, watching as his pale skin flushes pink from the contact.

"Do you like your room?" He half-yells over the din of some loud men behind him.

"Yeah, it's lovely! And the bath was divine, I finally feel clean!"

"That's great! And you look wonderful, of course."

You wave a hand at the compliment and note Fuyu's look for the evening. He's gone for simple and clean, like Pah, but the hat sort of makes him look like a chimney sweep or a paper boy.

"So, what's the plan for this evening?" You jab an elbow into his ribs playfully and take delight in his 'oof' before dodging the kick he sends to your shins, swinging your legs up and out.

But your eyes quickly narrow when his round cheeks fall, green gaze flicking down into his lap, "Umm, about that…"

"No, whatever it is, no." You dismiss his shifty look and take the bowl swiftly handed to you by Naoto on his way past. Finally, dinner is here, and it smells divine – rich and herby. You wonder who made it, Naoto or Hina?

"Well, you see…we kinda have a tradition for when we finish a voyage." Chifuyu casts his eyes around, looking anywhere but at you, sentence trailing off and hanging in the air as if it will finish itself.

"Fuyu?" He looks at you then, nodding. "Get to the damn point."

He flushes under your scrutiny, "Our first night back on home soil, we visit the local brothel." He speaks in a squeaky rush, cheeks reddening even further.

You stare through him in shock, lips slightly parted as you try to form words, any words.

"I know how it sounds! But Draken used to live there. When we first came here we had no money or a place to stay, he got room and board in exchange for working as a bodyguard."

You tilt your head, unaware of this detail about Kenny's past. Right, you've only known these men for three weeks…somehow it feels longer.

"So, he goes back to visit the ladies, check up on them."

You raise your eyebrows at your small friend as you stir your stew carefully.

"O-okay, well, obviously that's not the only reason we go…" Chifuyu begins stammering so badly that you take pity on him and interrupt.

"Fuyu, it's okay. I- I get it." You finally say, having the first taste of your dinner. It's delicious, hot and spiced just right.

"You do?" He asks so innocently, head cocked to the side, that you cannot quite believe that he goes to the brothel with the rest of them.

"Yeah, it must get lonely on the open sea…" And don't you know it.

Fuyu beams at you with his sunny smile and you return the gesture, although you're fooling no one – tension is rolling off you in waves and you half expect to see it rising into the air above you.

"So…You're going soon?" You fish for details, stirring your stew again, and glancing at him from the corner of your eye.

"I think so, the lads are clearing the table now." He nods in their direction and you turn in your seat to follow his gaze.

So they are. Suya and Baj are passing the empty bowls and cutlery to Mikey and Kenny, who are stacking them neatly, and Pah is collecting their glasses between his fingers. At least they clean up after themselves, the most considerate pirates you've ever seen.

Your stomach rolls over and you look back to your stew, appetite suddenly scarce. Mikey will be going…and that means you'll be left alone. You shake your head slightly and force yourself to eat another mouthful of your food, you need the sustenance and you can't waste such a lovely meal.

"A-are you okay?" Fuyu asks you worriedly, twiddling his thumbs nervously as he watches you.

"Mhm, is everyone going? Even you and Suya?" You try to keep the nasally edge of anxiety out of your voice, instead focusing on your meal.

"Yeah, I think so. Sometimes Mitsuya bails, if he can get away with it, but the others usually bully him into it. And I…like to go." Fuyu finishes his sentence with his head ducked, hiding his flaming cheeks.

You smile despite yourself, he acts like a child scolded by his mother around you sometimes. It's sweet and adorable but you want him to know you support him all the same. Despite feeling weird about sending your little brother type off to go get laid.

You place a hand on his knee and lean forwards, "Hey, no need to go all red and blotchy, you're an adult and you can do what you want. Go have fun!"

At that moment, you happen to catch a snippet of conversation as the men draw near.

"Oh no no Suya, that ain't happening again, not on my watch!" That voice can only belong to Baji with the sheer volume of it.

"Yeah, come on Takashi, let loose a bit. You deserve to relax, enjoy the pleasures life has to offer." Kenny's deep rumble accompanies Baji's whining, and you see him shoot a smirk Mitsuya's way.

Suya only gives him an unamused look, and it's Mikey who claps him on the back as they stop beside you.

"I insist, Suya, my treat." The captain sends him a lazy smile and a slow wink, his voice leaving no room for arguments.

Mitsuya sighs heftily, glancing your way, before he gives in, "Okay okay, fine. I'll go, but only for a short while."

You visibly deflate, suddenly not feeling so confident now that your security net is being tugged out from underneath you. You spoon more stew into your mouth and listen to them talk, pretending to be unbothered by the night's events.

A cheer goes up at Mitsuya's defeat and Chifuyu downs his drink beside you before placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Don't worry, I won't take long and then I'll come back to keep you company!" You appreciate his kindness but can't manage to muster up much enthusiasm at his words, not even when Baji mumbles "Yeah, I bet you won't take long…" under his breath. Well, what Kei thinks is under his breath, so naturally everyone hears.

"Awh come on Baj! You know I didn't mean it like that, why you gotta embarrass me in front of everyone!" Chifuyu whines at him as he lets go of your shoulder to join the others.

"I feel bad for your lil girlfriend, ya sure you pleasing her right?" Baji continues loudly, pulling snorts from some of the others and more whining from Fuyu.

"She's not my girlfriend," he pouts petulantly, but you notice a warning there, a hint of hostility and…sadness. You will definitely be asking Fuyu about this later.

"Come onnnn, you ask for the same chick every time! You're smitteeennn," Baji dances around Chifuyu as he baits him, prodding the bear cub. Good luck to whoever is bunking with Baj tonight.

Mitsuya drifts to your side during the commotion and you finish your last spoonful of stew before twisting in your seat to lean your head against his arm.

"Will you be okay?" He murmurs to you, "You can come with us if you like? I'm sure the girls would love you, they have a tea room." He adds, as if tea makes the prospect of waiting for the captain to finish fucking a girl who isn't you any more provocative.

You tilt your head up to look into his face, and find that he's already looking down at you, with those calming lavender eyes.

"If it was just tea then I'd jump at the chance but…I just can't 'kashi, you know that." Your voice is steady and serious, and you commend yourself for keeping your emotions in check.

The use of his first name (reserved for the most serious of matters only) makes Mitsuya gaze at you with so much sympathy that you have to look away, turning your head to watch the others instead. To watch Mikey. He doesn't look your way this time, and you wonder if this is all some kind of punishment, some cruel trick orchestrated by Him.

"I know," he says quietly. And he does know, he always has. Too perceptive for his own good. You wouldn't be surprised if he even knew why you are in so much inner turmoil – if he sussed out exactly who, and what, you are.

"I won't be gone long, promise, I just have to stay around long enough that the others get off my back."

"You mean you're not gonna…take up the services offered?" You ask carefully, voice confused.

"No, I'll probably just sit with the ladies for a while." His voice drops even lower and you look up at him once more at the tone. "They like the company," He clarifies with a smile, but he knows as well as you that is not what your look was asking. You decide to drop the subject though, since he is always considerate of your privacy.

You hug his arm tightly as you say your farewells, "I can't believe you're leaving me, you turd!"

He chuckles at your insult, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you pout, and extricates his arm from your grip.

"I'll be back soon, as promised," he runs a hand through his cropped hair absentmindedly, "besides, you have Hina to keep you company."

That is true. You cannot complain about that, you already find her company delightful and refreshing. Maybe it will do you good to be away from the men for a while, to be a little less codependent and brave the world on your terms. After all, isn't that the aim of this little farce? You sigh, being human is far harder than you remember.

"Alright, you sad lot, get outta here!" You pray your dismissive and falsely cheerful tone convinces them that you are not about to have a fucking meltdown.

They each give you a goodbye; Baji claps your back like he's so fond of doing, Draken pats your head affectionately and Chifuyu even races back to your side for a hug. You allow him the gesture because he's so sweet, how can you not? Your smile feels obscenely wide, almost splitting your face in two as you fight to keep it together until they are gone.

"Oh, and Fuyu?" You force the words out as he turns to leave.

"Yeah?"

"Ditch the hat until you get back, buddy." You shake your head once and snatch the hat from his crown.

He smiles cheekily at you before bounding after the others. You watch as they exit the door and it swings shut behind them, that darn bell ringing cheerfully, snickering at your pathetic form at the bar. All alone.

You turn away from the door, swallowing the bitter taste in your mouth, and raise a hand at Hina who is walking towards you from across the bar.

You pick up your metal tumbler from where it is abandoned on its side and hold it out unceremoniously, "I'm gonna need something a lot stronger this time round, Hina."

Her brows raise in silent question before she notices the absence of the men. Her face becomes hard, brows furrowing slightly, obviously she knows all about their little tradition. She seems surprised and maybe a little disappointed that they have left this time though, good, maybe you have an ally in your misery tonight.

She takes your cup and immediately reaches for a bottle of something golden, maybe rum or whiskey, you don't really care. You might as well enjoy yourself, get to know some people, experience alcohol properly for the first time in your life. An adventure, an experience, that's what this was. And heck, this is what you've wanted for millennia isn't it?

You take the double serving from Hina's delicate fingers and down it in one swallow, savouring the liquid fire that warms your insides, all the way from your throat through to your stomach.

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You're drunk. How many drinks have you had? Four? Twenty? Who knows, you were pissed after the first two. It seems you are a bit of a lightweight, which all things considered, makes sense.

You thought a couple of drinks might loosen you up, help with the anxiety and loneliness, but…you may have gone overboard, just a tad. But really they are to blame, your so called friends. How dare they leave you? Especially Mikey, that fucking pirate dick. You opened up to him, let him woo you, and he leaves a man behind? To fend for themselves?

"I really think you've had enough," comes a soft voice from somewhere in front of you. You raise your head and squint at Hina across the bar top, Chifuyu’s hat slipping and partially obscuring your vision, her features are painted with concern.

"I'm fiiine!" The words come out stilted despite your best efforts to sound breezy and casual. You adjust the cap on your head, putting it at a jaunty angle.

"You're definitely not. You are one drink away from bringing up your dinner and so help me Gods if you puke in my bar." Naoto gives you a hard look, but you see the same concern in his dark eyes that you do in Hina's light ones. They pity you.

"Look guysh," you frown at the slur in your voice, "I'm good, I'm having fun! Another round!" You raise your arms above your head and elbow the lad next to you.

"Come on Brian, whaddya say? Another round on me!" The man chuckles at your wobbling frame and agrees heartily, slamming his tankard on the counter.

Hina looks at you in disbelief, "But you have no money, you've been putting the last few drinks on a non-existent tab!" She wrings her hands and you can sense her fretting from a few feet away.

Well, now you feel bad. Fuck. You scramble to sit up straight so that you can lean across the bar and look her dead in the eyes.

"Hina, baby, it's okay! It is a exi- an exish- a real tab!" She lets out a snort at your struggles, but you see a small smile there too, so you forge on. "Put it on Manjirou Sano's tab," you sneer at the name and stick out your tongue.

Let the fucker pay for your mistakes tonight, it sure as fuck will be cheaper than his. You snort at your own joke and Hina gives you a worried side glance. Right, should probably speak out loud to avoid people thinking you're batshit.

Hina thunks a tankard in front of you, and you smile dreamily at her, reaching for the alcohol eagerly. You take a long gulp, only to sputter it all down yourself upon realising what it is.

"This is water!" You pout at her, affronted.

"Earlier, you were begging for water," she smirks at you wryly, and you narrow your eyes. The gorgeous wretch. "You better drink all of it too, the whole pint."

The stern warning in her voice is enough to have you gulping down the whole lot, smacking your lips with a sigh once you're done. That hits the spot, and also makes your tongue feel less fuzzy, maybe you will listen to Hina after all.

"Better?" She asks amusedly, as you hold out your arm for more.

"Yesssss." You hiss the word at her, hanging your head against your outstretched arm.

"It's getting late, no doubt they'll be back soon," she tries to soothe you, using her soft voice again, but it only makes you angrier.

"Fuck them," you grumble, "and fuck the captain. He left me."

Hina sighs as she takes your tankard from you and refills it. You look up at her as you drop your arm with a thump. The bar is quieter now, only one group remains and the rest are stragglers, lone wolves drowning their sorrows. Much like yourself. It means Hina has some down time to chat while she cleans up.

"Do you know how I met the captain?" She asks quickly. You look at her with a frown, you don't, and it is something you had wanted to know earlier. But now talking or thinking about him leaves a sour taste on your tongue, or maybe it's the alcohol. You wonder if he's finished fucking yet or if he paid for a double session.

She takes a deep breath, readying herself for the tale, hands busy polishing a tumbler with a rag, "Naoto and I were born in The East, that's where we were all born," she begins, and you nod because you know this much at least, "we lived a simple life, but it was a good one. We had parents who loved us and a roof over our heads. But all that changed after he came into our lives." She stops abruptly, giving a disgusted look, but you see the fear in her eyes – peering into the metal tumbler as if she can see the face of the one who haunts her.

"He was a bad man. A man who became obsessed with me an unhealthy amount, enough to eventually threaten me…my family. All so that I would submit to him and be his." Your head throbs so sharply that your vision blurs, and you grip your tankard harshly, focusing on the look on Hina's face. The devastation, the fear, the anger. All because a man thought himself entitled to her life, her body, her attention. It is all too familiar, your own memories hanging over you like a thunder cloud.

You swallow a heave, stomach gurgling unhappily, and lift your tankard with a shaky hand to take a small sip. Anything to keep you busy and settle the roiling in your gut.

"He stopped at nothing…" Hina whispers in horror, looking ahead with hollow eyes. Your heart cracks, splintering down the middle, and you find yourself reaching out a wobbly hand to clutch hers. She grips you tightly with cold fingers and you stroke the back of her hand with a thumb instinctually.

She turns her stare to you then and the glazed over look clears a little, a smile stretching her lips as she squeezes your hand in gratitude.

"So Mikey helped me escape, they all did, and offered us the money to start this lil' business." Hina looks around the room with fond eyes and a shrug of her shoulders, as if it is no big deal – but her face says otherwise. They are bonded, you realise, will always have a connection and understanding after what they've been through together. Just like you and the crew.

Hina looks at you seriously, her lips pinched together in a thin line, as she contemplates what to say next. You are too stunned to speak just yet, so you simply clutch her hand and listen.

"I don't know what's going on between you and the captain, and I won't presume to know, or ask about it again but…" she pauses, beautiful eyes framed with thick lashes, "despite his faults, he's a good man. Without him I wouldn't be here, nor would Naoto. We owe him our lives."

You look at the grain of the countertop beneath you, your brain sluggish from the alcohol as you try to catch onto your train of thought. You drink the rest of your water, taking large gulps, and relishing in the little clarity it brings you. Hina told you this in case you had doubts about Mikey's character, but that was never the issue to begin with. The issue is that Mikey is a good man, perhaps too good, so different from the brutes you are used to. You could do without the sulking and brooding mind you, but hell, you cannot cast stones in that greenhouse.

No. The issue is that you like Mikey more than you care to admit, but you cannot have him, are forbidden to have him – it's nothing to do with him at all. But how can you possibly make anyone understand without revealing the truth? Not that it matters anyway. You've successfully pushed him away and that was the aim but…it seemed more manageable when he wasn't pushed into the arms of another.

Just as you are about to answer Hina, you hear the tinkle of a tiny bell.

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Mikey pushes open the door to the tavern with a shoulder, running a hand through his stiff hair, and wondering if you're still up. The boys stumble in behind him, exhausted and decidedly less noisy than earlier, dragging their feet over the floorboards as they enter.

He doesn't have to wonder for long, as his eyes meet yours across the room, wearing Chifu's hat as you lounge against the bar top. You immediately hop off your stool, wavering on your feet, and grab the counter for support. Oh, you've been drinking. Mikey watches with amusement as you march towards them, your hands out for balance, well you can walk…just about. That's a good sign.

"Hey guyssssss," you greet them happily, eyelids heavy as you smile around at them.

"You're drunk." He states before anyone can respond, giving you a once over, checking for any signs of distress or trouble. You're fine, you've had Hina and Naoto watching over you, after all. Good. He doesn't know what he would do if he had left you and you weren't fine.

"And what of it?" You demand, resting your hands on your hips defiantly.

The men look between you both with wide eyes, working out whether it's worth it to stick around for this one.

"What did you expect me to do when you left? Hope your lil' trip was worth it, did you have a good fuck?" You spit at him bitterly, eyes flashing with anger and hurt.

Mikey bites his tongue hard, almost drawing blood, he deserves that one. But the look on his face coupled with your venomous words must have sealed the men’s decisions, for they all quickly scatter, making their way over to Hina to no doubt say goodnight. Chifu stops briefly to snatch his hat from your head before running off with it. The only one who lingers is Mitsuya, ever your protector and watchdog.

"You can do whatever you like, you're an adult, as am I." He doesn't know why he responds that way, maybe to piss you off, maybe because you shouldn't be this angry at him. Not after you made it very clear you aren't interested in him like that. He understands being mad about being left, it was a shitty thing for them to do on your first night here, but the comment about a good fuck? He can't work you out.

"Whatever, fuck you." It's a mumbled response, obviously meant as a dismissal, but he can't help the response that rises from his throat at the insult.

"Would you like to?" His outward appearance is cool and cocky, completely at odds with his inner self.

"I- you-" you stutter over your words, staring between him and Mitsuya with your mouth open.

"Relaaax, I was just joking!" He grins at you, and you blink at him slowly for a few seconds before you speak.

"And what if I had said yes?" Your tone is light, taunting, laced with a challenge. As it so often is when you engage him in wordplay. Better this than the anger and bitterness. Mitsuya quickly makes himself scarce.

"Alright, you, it's time for bed." His tone is firm, laced with slight amusement, despite the rush of blood your words sent to his crotch. You seem to think twice on his words before you nod warily, a yawn taking over you. It seems he's in luck; your sudden fatigue, understandable after the long day you've had, seems to quell your anger. You stumble slightly on your way to the stairs and he steadies your hips with two warm hands, and you let him, using his strength to guide you up the steps slowly.

"I can't believe you got so drunk," he comments lighty, feeling out your mood, trying to determine the exact level of your anger with him.

"I'm not that drunk," you hiccup, the sound betraying your own words, "Besides, what else was I to do when you all left me on my first night in a strange city?" Your tone is accusatory as you try to turn in his grasp so that you can glare at him. He doesn't blame you, he did a shitty thing out of spite and anger and…desperation. So desperate for you to want him the way he wants you. So desperate for you to let him in, even for a second. He knows you are hiding something and he wishes you would just tell him so that he could help, or simply just listen.

He stays quiet, mulling over what exactly he can say to you, how he can bridge this gap between the two of you. How can he make you understand? He helps you up the last step and guides you to your room that is, thankfully, close to the stairs. You turn the knob with a fumbling hand and stumble into the room slightly, Mikey's hands still resting over your hips as he follows you. You stop in the middle of the floor as he kicks the door shut behind him. The quiet of the room permeates the atmosphere and settles in his brain, his breaths suddenly too loud – too telling.

"I shouldn't have left you alone." He mumbles, his lips practically brushing your hair, and he is suddenly very aware of all the places you are almost touching. His hands on your hips are a lifeline in a sea of pheromones and urges, his muscles taut with restraint to stop himself from pulling you into him – to make you understand the easy way, with actions rather than words. But he knows that isn't how you communicate, that you can't just yet, and so he restrains himself.

You turn in his arms slowly, his hands now resting on your lower back cautiously, and you lay your palms flat against his chest. He wonders if you can feel the erratic thumping of his heart against your skin, the way he feels it against his ribcage, if you can tell it is beating for you.

You then cast your gaze up to his, eyes wide, and whisper, "Then why did you?"

You are so close to him that he is sharing your breaths, the air between you heated. His hands rest on your back tentatively, despite his ache to hold you close, just enough to keep you upright but still establishing boundaries. The boundaries he knows you like to keep.

But you are so fucking close and even this minimal contact feels like too much, like an honour he hasn't yet earned. He wants you so badly he can't breathe, scared that if he does, if he moves...he doesn't know what he'll do. Not with you looking at him like that.

But he manages to hold onto the shreds of his composure and answer you roughly, "Because I'm an idiot, clearly. "

The only light is from the window, the moon washing the room in a silver haze, and if it's possible you drift closer to him....and he cannot help but notice the beads of sweat rolling down your temples, the ethereal glow of your skin in the full moons light, the way your lips part ever so slightly-

And then your head drops forward and thumps onto his chest, startling him from his assessment of your beauty. You begin giggling uncontrollably, your body shaking in his arms with the action, your laughter vibrating across his skin from your proximity.

"Finally...something we can..agree on!" You gasp out around your laughter as you look up at him once more, eyes shining. And he cannot help but grin at you like the fool he is. He cannot help but to be pulled into your orbit, circling you like a lonely moon hoping to witness a glimpse of the life and colour you possess within.

You sigh dramatically, your hands gripping his shoulders for stability, when exactly your touch slipped from his chest he doesn't know, but as you lift your head the thought crosses his mind – that he might just get to breach your atmosphere and experience that colour and life after all. And then your mouth is on his, so impossibly soft, catching his bottom lip between your own. The sweet caress of your flesh is so gentle that he feels as if he might shatter under your attentive care – and it ends far too soon.

You pull back ever so slightly, as if to allow him the freedom to pull away, your dampened lips catching on his chapped ones – reluctant to part. He marvels at your ability to doubt yourself, as if he could ever reject any piece of you, not as you offer it so sweetly. A slice just for him, some confirmation that you feel the same emotion blossoming in your veins that he does, that you want him.

He doesn't waste a second before he slots his lips with yours once more. His hands rush to cup your cheeks in his palms; to deepen the kiss, to reassure you that you are wanted, to keep you there…in his grasp for just a little longer. He doesn't have to worry about the spaces between you anymore, because there are none, your front flush with his – slotting together like puzzle pieces.

You sigh into his mouth as he parts your lips with a stroke of his tongue, the taste of sea salt and sugar intoxicating his senses, blooming on his tongue and filling his lungs – he drinks you down like a sweet rum. Your fingers fist in his hair, pulling on the gelled strands and mussing them, and he groans so low it's barely a rumble. The small noise seems to alert you to the reality of what is happening and you pull away from him with a gasp. Your plump lips are wet and shiny, with his spit or yours he isn't sure, parted so perfectly for him that he aches to dive back in and have his tongue explore every inch of your mouth.

But he doesn't. Instead his calloused hands slip from your face, thumbs resting in the hollows of your cheeks, as he cups the back of your neck. Your own hands are still tangled in his hair, and you slowly press your forehead against his own, not quite ready to leave his embrace. The firm touch is far more intimate than anything Mikey has experienced, and it is a struggle to keep his breaths steady and his eyes dry.

"I'm sorry for earlier," he whispers, breath pausing as he seeks the correct words, "for lashing out and acting a chil-"

You interrupt him with a soft shh and a finger to his lips, "-you don't need to apologise, I'm equally to blame for the petty behaviour and…you've given and given, since the first day I met you, and I've only selfishly taken it and then pulled away. I'm just so confused." He realises the wetness on his cheeks isn't his own as you sniffle quietly, voice breaking with emotion.

"I don't know what to do, Mikey." You breathe the words into his skin, lips hovering over his as tears roll down your cheeks and spatter onto both your chests.

He pulls you impossibly closer, the heaving of your chest pressing into the skin and bone over his heart, and your noses squishing together.

"You don't have to keep everything inside," he murmurs, "you don't have to protect me, or anyone, from who you are or what you feel. Not if you don't want to." He aches so badly, he isn't sure where it hurts most. He just wants to hold you, pepper you with kisses, reassure you of all the doubts and insecurity he knows are brimming beneath your skin.

"I…thank you."

You say the words with such a defeated tone that he knows you have more to say, he can feel it between you, unspoken and festering. There is something you haven't told him, haven't told anyone, and it's eating you alive. But he doesn't push, baby steps, this is progress after all. He will wait for as long as you need, he will wait even if you never tell him, even if tonight is all he gets. This one selfish night. You're wrong, he is the selfish one, for though he may wait for you to come to him…he won't give up on you – on this. He can't.

"Okay, time for bed." You need rest. You need to think about this when you're sober, he hopes you don't regret it in the morning – kissing him.

You allow him to guide you to the large bed in the centre of the room and as soon as your knees hit the edge you flop onto the mattress with a huff. You've flipped that switch again, letting the vulnerability slip behind the inebriated mask, too tired to care that you are fully clothed and still have your boots on. He snorts at you, spread-eagled on the cover, and pulls one of your legs towards him and begins unlacing the boot with practiced fingers. When he's done with the first he starts on the other, slowly pulling the laces free from their hooks, and then sliding the leather from your foot. He places them by your bedside table gently.

You stay as you are, flat on the bed and your eyes closed, breathing evenly. You're not asleep just yet though, so Mikey reaches over to pull the tie on your corset. Your eyes shoot open as you watch him slowly unlace the bodice, and he wills his hands to remain steady, focusing on the task so that his mind doesn't think too hard about how close his fingers are to your bosom. Your breathing is heavier now, only making his job that much harder, your clothed skin brushing his hands with every inhale. He continues to unlace the corset slowly until it lays limp at your sides.

He wordlessly tugs on the cover underneath you, motioning for you to move. You roll slowly across the bed with little dignity, dress twisting around your legs and corset abandoned to the floor, he manages to lift the covers up and over you. You look so cute rolling around lazily and he wants to laugh at the way you tangle yourself up with another huff. But just as he pulls his arm back, to retreat to his room and toss and turn in his bed with thoughts of you, your hand shoots out and grips his sleeve.

"Did you sleep with her?" Your voice is so sad and small in the silence that he almost doesn't recognise it as your own.

"With who?" His breath is painful in his lungs, chest tight.

You tut, as if to say, 'you know who'.

But you only mumble, "One of the women?"

He hesitates, weighing his answer and whether you will believe him or not, but honesty is the best policy.

"...No." Truthfully, he only went to the brothel because he was mad... and he was hoping it would make you jealous. Judging by how the night is going, he thinks he may have succeeded. He hates the method he used but is glad of the results.

"Did you sleep with any men?"

He smiles at the second question, the curiosity in your voice.

"No, I did not."

A pause, as if you are trying to decide whether he speaks the truth.

Your next words are a whisper, your fingers tightening in his sleeve, "...please don't leave me again."

His heart throbs in his chest so painfully he almost groans, and against his better judgement, he agrees.

"I won't." Even to his own ears the words sound like so much more than a simple response. It is a confession, a prayer to the Gods that he may never have to leave you, or you him. It is a promise. Because now that he's had a taste, he is completely in your thrall, entirely at your mercy. He wonders if you realise just how badly.

You tug on his sleeve insistently and shuffle across the mattress – making room for him. He hesitates. The kiss is one thing, already a step too far, but this feels…he doesn't want to take advantage, even though nothing further will happen, he won't let it.

You turn your face up to look at him, the shadows stealing your pretty features, the moon low in the sky behind you – so bright and full.

"It's okay," you reassure him, as if you can read the thoughts whizzing around inside his skull, "I promise."

Your firm tone convinces him and he shrugs off his jacket before climbing into bed beside you, careful to leave some room between your bodies. It's a fine line between being considerate and treating you like you're weak, he hopes he never makes you feel that way. He knows how strong you are, loves to push you because he knows you can handle it, but he has to admit…he is terrified of seeing that panic he did on the day you trained together. He doesn't ever want to be the cause of such fear and anguish in you. He wants to be the exact opposite, in fact.

But it seems Mikey needn't fret, because as soon as he's settled you scoot into his space, stopping once your back meets his chest. You curl your legs into foetal position and reach behind you for his hand, stretching your fingers wide. He places his larger, rougher hand into your soft, lightly calloused one. Your skin has thickened and your muscles have grown with your time on his ship and it suits you. It suits you too well, being at sea, with him and his crew.

Your fingers lace through his and he swears he sees stars as you wrap your joined hands around your middle. He didn't think he'd ever get this close to you, certainly not after how the day went, but he sends a wordless thank you up to the Deities. You turn your cheek into your shared pillow and within seconds he can hear the sleep in your deep breaths and feel it in your relaxed muscles. He takes a moment to breathe in the scent of your skin and shampoo, lavender and lemon, the strands of your hair tickling his nostrils.

"G'night." He whispers your name into the room, indulging in the way your body clings to his warmth, and slowly allows his eyes to become heavy and his brain to rest.

Thanks so much for reading! 💙

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[angelltheninth]

Mikey often skips meals, not just at school but also on his free time. "I am eating!" He says as he chows down snack bar for the nth time that day. While he eats a lot at once to maintain his physique you can't help but feel like he's gonna get himself sick.

He looks at you like you grew a second head when you slam down a lunch box in front of him. You lie and say you're practicing your cooking skills so as your boyfriend he should at least try your cooking and give you his opinion. Mikey feels a bit put on the spot but as soon as the scent of food hits his nose he almost starts drooling. "Since you went through the trouble of making it I guess I'll try it."

Finds himself looking forward to lunch and even packing some of it for later so he can eat it as soon as he gets hungry, "It's good even when it's cold. You're gonna make a great wife someday!" While he didn't mean much with that statement you couldn't help but imagine a future where you're both sitting around the same table, eating homecooked meals, maybe some cooked by Mikey if he wants to pick up the hobby, a wedding ring on each of your fingers.

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[usagikookiejams]

A/N: Hey peeps! Sorry for the long wait 👉🏻👈🏻 I was busy for quite some time due to the final examinations. I hope you guys don't mind me not updating for long. Okayy so here we go, enjoy!~

SOMEONE BAD MOUTHING YOU

Ryuguji Ken, Shiba Taiju, Sano Manjiro

⚠️Warning: curse words, aggressive behavior

Ryuguji Ken (Draken)

Today was weird, Draken felt like everyone was avoiding you for some reason. He couldn't quite put a finger on it. The school bell rang indicating recess time, he walked through the corridor to go to your classroom and have recess together. However, once he walked by the toilet, he heard a conversation mentioning about you, hence he halted his movement. "Do you know that Y/N from Class 3-1 was a bully during elementary school?," "Ugh, no wonder she's in relationship with Draken, they must enjoyed bullying people together during their elementary," the conversation continued which most of the time were about you. Draken couldn't hold it any longer, he has knew you since the elementary! He knew how you were a timid kid, and instead, you were the one that were bullied! That was why he came to your rescue and protected you since then. He approached those students in the toilet, "Repeat that again. I want to decipher whatchu you mean by that... ." They all frozed in their spot, not knowing how to reply. "He! He was the one saying that!," one of them pointed out at a certain guy. Huh..? Draken knows him, he was the guy that confessed to you before and he also went to the same elementary school you both went to. Draken felt enraged and grabbed the said guy's collar. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say that!," "As if! You literally throwing dirt on her name and now you are denying it!." Fast forward, Draken arrived at your class but with the man tailed behind him, "Kenny, why is he here?," you asked curiously. "This guy will confess his sin in front of the school gate after school, you will see why," Draken smirked. Glad to say by the time the school ended, the guy were kneeling in front of you while screaming how he made up those rumour as a revenge for your rejection. The next day, many students approached you to apologize for believing those lies.

Shiba Taiju

Taiju were currently relaxing in his office room. He has ordered one of his subordinate to grab him a drink at the coffee shop across the street. He was minding his own business when suddenly he heard those subordinates of his were chit-chatting at the garden. He happened to hear their conversation due to him currently sitting by the open big window in his office. "Y/N has made our boss becoming less powerful! I hate her! I joined Black Dragon as I admired our boss so much due to his power and strength! But it seems like our boss has become mellow once she came into the frame. How I wish I could broke them up so that we gotta have our old boss back!," the guy that was ordered by Taiju has voiced out his complaint to another subordinate. Without a warning, Taiju jumped from the window and luckily he didn't broke any bones considering that it was quite high. After landing, he threw a punch towards the guy's face. The impact was very shocking, as the guy broke some of his tooth and coughing blood in the process. "I asked you to get me a coffee! Not to badmouthed my girlfriend, asshole!," he kicked the guy in the stomach. The poor guy sworn on his life that he was joking. "Joking my ass! You fucking think I'm dumb huh?!," Taiju continued to punish him. "Drag this guy to the torture room, do as I said or you will become the next target!," Taiju ordered the other subordinate. By the next hour, you entered his office and you could see Taiju was smiling by himself. "Err scary! Why are you smiling like that when no one is around?," you asked him. Taiju walked over to you and hugged you, "Nothing babe. I am just glad that a pest was diposed! He was such an eyesore... ."

Sano Manjiro (Mikey)

Mikey was currently waiting for everyone at the Toman's meeting area. While waiting, he saw some of the Toman's members started to gather there. It seems like none of them noticed him as he waited near the big tree. Mikey started to hear mumblings from the group, so he started to eaves-dropped to their conversation. "Where is Y/N?," "I don't know, maybe she didn't feel like tagging along this meeting anymore," "Glad to hear that, she's no use. I don't know why Mikey let her participates in our meeting. It's not like she helps us fight too." Mikey started to see red, what the hell were they saying about you?! He got up from his position and walked over to the group, "I agree with you guys! Ugh... why would I ever let her in the meeting with us, right?." The group fell silent, most of them looked at Mikey horrified. "Hey, why are you guys not talking anymore? It's okay, just talk! Fill me in with the gossip you have," Mikey faux his smile. They remained silent, that is when Mikey felt like he couldn't take it anymore. He kicked one of them swiftly, making the guy thrown away quite far. The other guys were now begging for forgiveness, saying that they didn't mean what they said about you. Fast forward, you arrived at the meeting area with all of the other founder members of Toman. You ran to Mikey as you saw some of the members scattered on the ground, "What happened Mikey?! Did the enemy group attacked you guys?!." Mikey turned to look at you, "Hehe nothing happened babe! These guys wanna have a match with me so we did, but as you can see, I won!." You sighed and scolded him not to hurt his members anymore. Mikey just nodded his head and walk you along to the other founder members. Unfortunately, the next day, those guys that were found scattered on the ground were nowhere to be found, hmm you wonder why...

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[effetsecndaires]

— 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤.

PAIRING | manjiro sano x fem!reader.

CONTENT WARNING | smut, pregnancy, bonten timeline.

NOTE | I know the pregnancy trope isn't everyone's cup of tea and I could see it with the poll, but I had to make a decision 🥲 enjoy! wc: 1,2k

“You’re upset.” Mikey whispered, his voice slightly muffled against your damp hair. "Talk to me."

"I'm not upset." you spoke lowly, staring at your knees that poked out of the water.

Mikey tucked some of your hair behind your ear, placing a lingering kiss to your temple.

"Don't lie to me."

One of his hands moved to rest on your stomach, his thumb beginning to trace random patterns on your bump which was growing more and more each day. You sighed in response to his touch, closing your eyes.

"You know why I'm upset, Mikey." you eventually answered, allowing yourself to relax a bit more in his arms, straightening your legs underwater as the warm water relaxed your muscles.

You remained quiet for a moment then opened your mouth as if to speak, only to pause again. Mikey kissed your cheek to encourage you and after some time, you collected your words.

"I'm just scared." you admitted quietly.

Mikey frowned, waiting for you to continue. "I'm scared that one day I'll wake up to a call from one of your men telling me that you’ve been arrested, injured, or worse. I'm scared that one day i'll have to raise my child alone because you've been taken from me." you explained, releasing a shaky sigh. "I'm just sick of living with the fear that every day we spend together might be the last."

Mikey placed a finger under your chin as you spoke, making you look at him. He wanted to say something but you cut him off before he got the chance.

"You've been playing with fire ever since you pushed Draken away all those years ago. He was the only one capable of keeping you on the right track." you said, marking a pause as you stared into his tired eyes. "You're digging your own grave Mikey, and it's only a matter of time before someone puts a bullet in your head." You snapped, freeing your chin from his grip and turning your head to stare at the water again.

Silence fell over the room at the mention of Draken, a soft sigh leaving Mikey's lips while you closed your eyes again to try to rid your mind of the toxic thoughts.

You eventually broke the silence after a moment, swallowing to hold back the lump in your throat. Your hand came to rest on your belly, hoping to feel a kick from your baby to bring yourself some comfort.

"I'm sorry." you mumbled, choking up. "I... I shouldn't have said that. It's just, I don't know what I'd do if—"

"Shh." Mikey interrupted your rambling, a quiet sound of surprise escaping your lips as he guided your jaw and leaned down to kiss you. When you parted from the kiss, a tear had rolled down your cheek. "It's alright." Mikey murmured. "Nothing's gonna happen to me. I promise."

"Let's run away, Manjiro." you said,completely dismissing him and turning slightly so you could look at him, reaching out to place a hand on his cheek. "Let's move to Europe, or America. Somewhere new. Away from trouble, away from everything we know. Just you, me, and the baby." you begged.

Mikey inhaled deeply. There's a chance he was getting frustrated with this conversation, but you didn't care. You had every right to be upset, scared even.

"You know that's not possible." he said, his right hand trailing lower down your stomach. You were about to protest but Mikey cut you off with a kiss, probably to shut you up. You sighed against his mouth and jerked slightly in surprise as his hand dipped between your legs, his middle and ring finger finding your clit and rubbing it in circles. He set a slow, sensual pace, his main goal being to relax you. Almost out of instinct you spread your legs until your knees hit the sides of the tub, granting him easier access.

"Now be a good girl and stop worrying so much, hm...? I know what i'm doing." he murmured, your soft whimpers and sighs of appreciation prompting him to continue. You began to squirm, your hands gripping onto his arms. "I won't get arrested, I won't get injured, I won't die. You're not getting rid of me anytime soon."

You know he's lying. Mikey doesn't have everything under control like he claims he does — far from it. He's exhausted. He's sad. He's distant. He's only saying this because he wants to be done with this conversation and he doesn't want you to worry.

You released a shaky breath, reaching behind your shoulder to tangle your fingers in his silver hair, deciding not to say anything. You gasped when he slipped a finger inside of you, his thumb simultaneously flicking the bundle of nerves between your thighs.

“So beautiful.” Mikey whispered to himself, pushing in another finger. You began to squirm, the movement causing you to slide a few inches down into the water. "Do you have any idea how long I've dreamed of seeing you pregnant?” Mikey whispered in your ear, pausing to take your lobe between his teeth and nibble gently, “To finally see this beautiful bump. I can't wait for it to be all big and swollen from my baby growing inside of it."

“God— Mikey.” you breathed out, your hips instinctively lifting as his fingers rubbed calculated circles into your clit.

“Fuck, say my name again.”

You did as you were told, his name leaving your lips in a whimper. Mikey's free hand moved upwards and cupped your breast, his thumb toying with your erect nipple. You arched your back further, your lips parting as you panted and moaned, the water beginning to splash over the edge of the bathtub. Mikey's erection was pressing against your back, the friction caused by your squirming making him groan.

"Don't stop," you cried out, grabbing his arm that was wrapped around your body and digging your nails into his skin. "Oh fuck, Mikey, right there," you moaned loudly, your eyes fluttering shut as the pressure built up in your belly, your walls clenching around his fingers. Your hand fisted in his hair and you tilted your head to kiss him, muffling your moans that were getting louder by the minute. He pumped his fingers and rubbed your clit until you were a whimpering mess underneath him, begging and pleading for him not to stop, as if he would anyway.

“Come for me, princess. Wanna make you feel good.” He whispered softly against your lips. You moaned loudly as your orgasm took over, your back arching away from his chest and legs spreading as far as they'll go while Mikey pumped you through your high, never relenting until you slowly came down.

He eventually removed his fingers, using them to circle your clit a couple more times before bringing his hand back to your belly and kissing the side of your head lovingly.

The sudden absence of sound left your ears ringing, only heavy panting and the gentle pitter-patter of waterdrops touching the water filling the air. You started to relax again in Mikey's arms, you body thoroughly spent.

The two of you stayed wrapped up in each other for a while despite the water having turned cold, enjoying the rare moment of intimacy you were currently sharing, not wanting to let go just yet.

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[joonipertree]

Pro-racer Mikey that needs to do photoshoots and commercials every once in a while because he's famous and has a pretty face

He's put into his tracksuit or into lavish clothes to pose for the masses and a lot of people realise that Mikey has a presence on the camera that's unshakeable

And so....they decide to have him model for a photoshoot with one of the biggest models of the industry. Which works!! It's fine

They're just pictures.

But then the model posts a selfie of Mikey and her. and she says nothing but puts a heart in the caption.

And the speculations run WILD

Comments upon comments of shipping them together, calling them a power couple.

And you sit there, stuck in a doom scroll as you see one tweet after the other. You stare at your boyfriend, black hair neatly kept and smile wide like it always was, and you see the pretty girl.

And within seconds, you feel stupid for feeling insecure because Mikey had literally spent all morning peppering you in kisses, it was IMPOSSIBLE to pry him off even though he had a shoot and Draken had to come haul his ass up and out the door.

The man had texted you complaining how the food was blegh and how he missed your face.

There's no reason to be jealous.

So you turned off your phone and when Mikey came home, exhausted but very happy to see you....you let him smother you in kisses.

And it's forgotten

Until an unofficial bonus picture was released, on the magazine's Instagram page.

Him and the model, her leaning down as he sits on a chair...his hand wrapped around her wrist while their faces are inches close to each other.

It took three seconds to switch your phone off, throw it away and break down sobbing with whatever rational thought you had leaving your head.

You didn't need to read the comments to know what they were saying. You didn't need to wait until your friend's message you to ask if you're okay, out of pity. You didn't need his friends to call you in defense of him. You didn't need him to realise what had happened.

It was all a PR stunt so why would he even need to apologize. It was just a picture. Two people who were attractive being in close proximity to each other, being ogled by millions...being perceived as perfect for each other. As 'pleasing to the eye'

Now, Mikey was filming a commercial when this happened. He'd been chatting with the co-star while the cameras rolled when he noticed Ken-chin whisper into his phone.

The man looked annoyed, ready to argue but going rigid before sighing.

With a whisper to the director, everything paused as Ken waved his phone and said it was for Mikey. That it was Emma.

There was immediate panic because there's no way it wouldn't be an emergency. And he was right, his eyes widened and body grew stiff in seconds hearing his sister berate him.

For being a bastard, for breaking your heart like that.

She demanded he fixed it and when he was about to ask what was going on.....Draken shoved another phone into Mikeys hand...the instagram page of the magazine opened.

Oh. Fuck no

"I'm leaving." Mikey yelled out, startling everyone in the room, his years of being a gang leader coming out.

"What do you mean---"

Draken blocked the director's view, hands behind his back as he went back into the position of the second in command.

"You heard him."

"He has a contract--"

"He doesn't give a fuck."

#a lil drabble cuz im stressed and #this fic has been brewing #ill write it out properly soon tho!!!! #mikey x reader #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo rev fluff #mikey headcanon #mikey imagines #mikey x you #tokyo rev x you #mikey fluff #mikey sano headcanons #mikey sano x reader #manjiro sano x reader #sano manjiro x reader #manjirou x reader

[bebe-writes-stuff]

Hidden Hearts Reunited

A Mikey x reader oneshot (part 1)

-- You were Manjiro's first and closest friend, before Baji, Sanzu, or Draken. You were there. Your mothers were friends, meaning you were destined to be friends either way. You spent every second together since birth, a result of both mothers planning the deliveries on the same day. They realized a distinct difference between you and Manjiro, like night and day; you and Manjiro are polar opposites. Unlike Manjiro, who was always crying and screaming, you were quiet with a cute smile on your little round face. Manjiro would constantly cling onto you, as toddlers, crying louder if you were ever separated. Both mothers gushed at his actions. He would share his toys only with you and sleep peacefully next to you. It was an unbreakable bond between the both of you, from birth --

You walked hand in hand as you made your way to the hospital to visit Manjiro's mothers, who had fallen ill.

"You know, we don't have to keep holding hands, we aren't toddlers anymore." You spoke with a hushed and gentle voice, barely audible only for Manjiro to hear, as you both crossed the street.

"No friggin' way, how else is everyone supposed to know you're mine." He scoffed as if you said something so ridiculous.

"...Manjiro, I'm not a thing to be claimed." You delivered with a straight face.

"I didn't say that, I mean you're my girl. No one else is supposed to hold your hand except for me." The little boy pouted, explaining in a confident, matter-of-fact tone.

"Well, if that means that you're mine also, I don't mind." Your soft voice brought him comfort, as you tightened your little hands grip on his. Manjiro's cheeks flushed with a warm, rosy hue as your words, expressed in a soft and reassuring voice, reached his ears.

"We're here! C'mon, I can't wait to see her!" Manjiro pulled you behind him as he made a beeline to his mothers hospital room.

"Manjiro, we're in a hospital, keep it down!" You whisper shouted at him.

You sat next to Manjiro as he rambled to his mother about how he beat up a couple of new guys, he always counted the days from week to week to tell her about his stories. On the other you examine his mother, somehow, she seemed different, a lot weaker and sickly. Her hands were cold as she brushed them against your cheek,

"How about you, my little angel?" She asked,

"I'm good, but... I miss you. When are you coming back home?" Your tone is gentle, pleasing to the ears, as you leaned further into her touch despite the coldness of her hand.

Without uttering a word in response, she bent down, gently pressing a kiss on your forehead. Then, with a tender gesture, she drew both you and Manjiro into her embrace, casting a meaningful gaze at both of you.

"Promise me something, you two, please never leave each other's side. Manjiro, you're strong, so protect Y/n. And Y/n you're kind and tender, please soften his heart."

"Huh? Mom, what's that supposed to mean?" He whined and pouted, as you giggled at his facial expression.

That was beginning of it all—the pact that bound both you and Manjiro, the curse intertwining your lives.

As memories lingered from that day at the hospital with Manjiro's mother, the promise made to her weighed heavily on your heart as you made your way to the Sano home without anyone's knowledge, especially Mikey, you went to Manjiro's older brother, Shinichiro and grandpa, to break the news, the upcoming move due to family issues. Despite your attempt to stay quiet and secretive, Manjiro overheard, and the news shattered him. What was he supposed to do now with his mothers promise? And you, you couldn't leave. You were with him from day one, literally. The thought made his throat tighten, but what could he do?

Years passed, and life took unexpected turns, finding yourself back in Japan due to the loss of your parents and your sole remaining relative, your aunt, residing in Japan. Involuntarily, the memories of your past resurfaced, a certain ache in your heart also resurfaced. You couldn't shake the question of whether you could find him ever again in the bustling streets of Shibuya. The thought of your first and only friend lingered in your mind, who you never forgot, wondering if fate would bring you together once more, this time, forever.

"What the hell am I thinking, he probably hates me now."

"Y/n!" You heard your aunt call out, as she approached you with open arms. 

Your turned to your caller only for the air to be knocked from your lung with he unexpectedly strong hug, as she continued,

"Oh look at you, all grown up and beautiful!" She exclaimed dreamily.

You smiled, accepting her inviting hug, missing the feeling of being embraced by someone loving, especially after your recent loss.

"C'mon, I made plenty of food at home!" She urged as she grabbed your bags, one in each hand.

"W-wait, let me help, those are kinda heavy-" You reached out to grab one of your bags, but she lightly smacked your hand away.

"What do I look like to you, an old hag?" She picked up both bags with ease.

Woah...she's strong..

You soon realized why she's so strong when you reached her house,

"You live here!" You said, a little shocked by the fancy look home.

"Yep, my earnings from years of hard work." She said walking through the front gate and further inside.

You looked around like a child in a candy store, admiring everything around you. The garden, the nicely mowed grass and bushes. Once you stepped inside, your jaw gapped a little. After a tour of the house, she took you to a room, where the only thing in it was a hatch,

"You're not gonna kill me, are you?"

"Are you crazy, why would I kill my only niece? You're like the child that I never had." She said flicking your forehead, she smirked before she continued,

"It's a surprise, just climb down." She said as she opened it,

Climbing down, you were surprised to be met with a built-in Gym underground.

Oh, makes sense why she's so toned now

"Prepare yourself because I'm not raising no scrawny girl, I'm gonna make you tough, kiddo."

"hUh?" You're voice cracked,

After showing you your room and helping you put your stuff away, you finally sat down and had dinner with your aunt. She was going on about her life and you were invested, truly.

"So tell me, kiddo, how's life been for you?"

"Hmm, I manage." You answered, shrugging a little.

She gave you an unpleasant look before booing, "Boo, tomato, c'mon I know you got more than that."

"Well, what do you want to know about me, auntie?" You asked, laughing a little between your words.

She smiled as she thought,

There it is, she smiled...are you happy sister? I made her smile for you

"What are you looking forward to, here in Tokyo, I could take you anywhere you want."

It took you a second to think before you said, "I wanna go to a specific restaurant actually."

Your aunt looked visibly hurt, "D-do you not like my cooking?"’

The tears in the corners of her eyes made you choke before you frantically shook your head, 

"N-no not at all, I promise! It's just...it was my favorite restaurant when I was kid, I always went with...my friend."

"Okay! First thing tomorrow, I'll take you there then." She said, giving you a warm smile,

Well, she changed pretty quick..

"...seriously, this is your go-to place?" She regarded you with an intrigued expression, raising doubts about your choice in restaurants.

“And here I thought you were gonna take us to some gourmet restaurant.” she added as you entered.

A sudden wave of bittersweet nostalgia washed over you, fueled by cherished memories associated with the restaurant. 

"Oh, there are people here?" Your aunt expressed surprise.

That shouldn’t be a surprise…

Feeling a bit disheartened by her continual disapproval of the place, you sighed as you made your way to an empty booth. As your eyes scanned the area, they landed on a somewhat shorter boy, with you appearing a little taller than him. His long blonde hair was tied at the top, while the strands on the sides flowed freely. Accompanying him was a more intimidating figure, a boy with a tattoo on the side of his shaved head. They exude an air of trouble, and you realized you had been staring for too long when your eyes met with his pitch-black, piercing gaze. The eye contact lingered long enough for your aunt to shake your shoulder, snapping you out of it, and for his friend to call his name, breaking the sudden connection.

“Mikey..”

As you proceeded to your assigned booth, you couldn't resist one last glance backward, catching his intense gaze. A flicker of recognition sparked deep within your heart. Despite sensing a profound connection, you carried on your chosen path, unaware of the unspoken longing, as the passage of years had erased the memories that once tethered you together. While enjoying your kids' meal, you intermittently picked at your food, occasionally looking up to meet that same compelling gaze. It felt as if your existence was being drawn in, your heart pounding almost painfully in your chest.

Why..Why the hell is he just so…

“Damnit Mikey, what the hell is wrong with you?” His friend asked, annoyed by his sudden absence. 

He turned towards that, which seemed to distract mikey, and there you were. Feeling a bit intimidated, you quickly averted your gaze, avoiding his friend's scrutiny.

"Are you planning to order something?" you inquired, using the question as a means to divert your attention.

"No way," she exclaimed, eyeing your food suspiciously. "Let's leave. I'll take you to a proper restaurant," she asserted with confidence.

"Sure, let's go," you responded promptly, rising from your seat.

Your aunt expressed surprise, "Wait, really? I didn't expect you to agree so quickly. Alright then!"

As you both left, she remarked, "Y/n, don't forget to remind me to take you to a clothing store later."

"Y/n... Y/n... Y/N!" He murmured softly. Before he could comprehend, his legs carried him forward, propelled by an instinctive force.

NO WAY, NO FUCKING WAY 

"Y/N!" He called out, breathless from his sprint to catch up.

Halted by the unexpected call, you abruptly turned around. On the opposite side of the street, he came into view.

It can’t be…

Time stood still as if the universe held its breath. After years apart, your name lingered in his memory, indelible and unforgettable. In that suspended moment, all else faded away.

“Manjiro...?” you whispered. He didn't need to hear your voice; just from reading your lips, he knew you called out to him..

-- Yeah, Ima definitely writing a part 2, This was wayyy too long, hope you guys enjoyed --

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[kawataslvr]

mikey x make reader where Smiley invited reader to a captain/vice/captain’s get together cuz why not and reader shows up with a suzuki sportsbike and everyones just staring at him like who tf is this guy, and reader gets all nervous and starts yelling at Smiley saying he promised reader wouldnt be the odd one out and Mikeys just like drooling over reader & his bike because dayum his ass looked good on that sportsbike and then finally snaps out of it and asks Smiley if reader was the supposed “interesting guest” he’d invited and Smileys just like “Hell yeah he is Mikey, you see his bike? this guy’s nuts! ^u^” and reader just stands there like ~that Mikey guy is hot af but i wish i just walked here~

lmao no rush fr, just me having a weird Mikey oneshot light bulb 💡 moment

Summary : Fluff ,, Mikey’s a little simp.. ,, He/Him

A/N : You feed my mikey obsession like no other.. I also get to write Smiley :DD

Smiley and you were fairly close friends, but when he offered you to come to one of his gang meetings, you were just a tad against it.

What if he got you involved in something? It’s not that you couldn’t defend yourself, but staying out of trouble was convenient.

After a few seconds the peach swirl haired boy convinced you to at least just tag along with him for a few.

He insisted on you taking your bike, even if you just wanted to ride on the back of his.

“C’mon just use your own Y/N!”

Sighing, you mounted on your own. Driving beside him to the Toman meeting, as soon as you got there you got stares.

Wether it be your bike or you coming in with the fifth division captain.. it wasn’t like Mikey didn’t know you were coming.

Smiley had given him a heads up beforehand.

So why did you feel like the odd one out? was it your bike again? You whisper yelled at Smiley as to not bring any more attention to yourself “you said I wouldn’t be the odd one out..!”

Smiley’s grin grew wider, if that was even possible. But his grin looked even more shit eating that usual.

What caught your eye was the way the Toman captain was looking at you and eyeing you, ‘Damn that guy’s hot..’ Mikey said in his head eyeing you and then your bike.

However you were a bit confused, was he looking at you because he was confused? mad? happy? his expression was so blank

Finally, Mikey’s eyes are off you and on Smiley “Is this the special guest you told me about?” you sighed in relief knowing Smiley at least didn’t lie about telling Mikey beforehand.

“Hell yeah! look at this dude’s bike! he’s nuts!”

its not that they were making bad comments, but you preferred to not have constant attention on you at all times.

You wished you walked here instead, really.

Trying to distract yourself, you looked around and your eyes caught on Mikey who was still talking with Smiley.. Was Toman’s leader always that hot?

Its like your eyes got glued to him, sure you’ve heard about and seen him here and there but never payed attention to his looks.

“Hey! Whats your name?” Mikey turned and asked you, snapping out of your little love trance you looked up at him “Y/N.”

If anything, everyone could notice the two of you have some sort of thing for each other, it was plain to see even if you were an airhead.

“Cool name! I’m Mikey.” you nodded your head, its not like you already didn’t know that.

Maybe this was just another excuse for Mikey to hear your voice and eye you.

The entire meeting Mikey practically stuck to you until it started, and greeted you goodbye “accidentally” keeping you a fee minutes after because he got lost in conversation.

Toman never thought they’d see the day Invincible Mikey would actually fall for someone.

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[manjibunny]

Imagine being young and dumb, and being besties with Mikey. Like, he once stole a pack of cigarettes from Shinichiro and brought it to the next hangout.

"Here, let's try smoking together!" Not even a whole drag in and he's coughing, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

"That's absolutely disgusting! Oh my god, what the hell?!"

You spent the entire time comforting him. Him being a big baby, he demanded you two get something sweet from the convinience store and (ofc) you had to pay for it. He would be whining for the next hour about not getting rid of the atrocious taste the cig has left on his tongue.

"I need something much much sweeter" he'd say before kissing you on the lips, saying you're the sweetest thing there is on earth with a smug face.

#He did the same exact thing when he tried alcohol for the first time too #mikey x reader #tr mikey #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #mikey x you #mikey x y/n #manjirou sano #manjiro sano #tokyo revengers headcanons

[dlscenarios]

Sit On It - manila!Mikey x afab!Reader SMUT | Tokyo Revengers

Literally just a drabble of my own headcanons from a couple months ago -> Link

MDNI

Cw: AFAB receiving oral, Sitting on Mikey's face, Mikey's kind of a simp for u ngl

Tired, dark eyes stayed on you as you shut the bedroom door. Mikey sat on the edge of the bed, having been waiting for you to come home, kicking his feet. He smiled as he held his arms out towards you.

"Welcome home." His hands latched onto your waist as you got closer. You ruffled his short black hair as you grinned back.

"Hi love." You greeted before leaning down, placing a soft kiss to his lips.

Mikey looked up at you, love filling his usually dull, void-like eyes, "I wanna do something."

"What?"

Manjiro pulled away and flopped onto his back, arms spread out.

"I wanna make my angel know how much I worship them," He pointed to his face, "Sit on it, darling."

Manjiro Sano was never one to be defied. So, you quickly got undressed and straddled him. He hooked his strong arms over your thighs, pulling you closer to his awaiting mouth.

He placed a few gentle kisses to your lower lips before his fingers spread you open a little, Manjiro's tongue immediately connecting to your clit. His eyes stayed glued to your face, taking in your every expression.

He looked so handsome. His short hair was fanned out on the bed, his subtle moans as his tongue entered you, taking in every part of you. Your moans, your scent, your taste.

Doing this with you was his favorite thing in the world. Nothing could top pleasing his angel.

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[lady-lunaaa]

Chapter 4-

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Pairing: Pirate!Mikey x Goddess!reader

Rating: MATURE, minors do not interact

Warnings: pirate au, female reader, found family, training/self-defence (probably described less than accurately, gimme a break), lots of sexual tension between reader and Mikey, slight angst as always, panic (trauma related), oh and Baji being a lil shit (affectionate)

WC: 3.8k

a/n: it's been a long and hard week (family emergency) so I cut this chapter short so that you guys would still get something on schedule, which actually turned out for the best, because this training scene ran away from me a lil'. Thank you to my wonderful wife @dabilove27 for being beta and checking it over for me so quickly! I love you 💙 Hope you all enjoy <3 and dw, next chapter we get some healing and an apology!

Link to collab

Lullaby: ☠

It has been almost a month with your new body; almost a month aboard The Maiden; almost a month sharing your every waking moment with its crew. And you find yourself fitting in surprisingly well, the men make it easy, and the hard but simple labour is oddly fulfilling. You have a purpose, at last. You have…friends. A fact you found hard to accept at first, hard to navigate, after centuries of being alone with nothing but your thoughts. But they are your odd, ragtag team of friends, and you are glad for it.

Suya quickly became your favourite, your confidant. You are more grateful for him and his kindness than you can ever express, his care and gentle honesty the only thing that grounded you during your first week aboard the ship. Even now, you still hold onto him like a stubborn child with their security blanket, never quite at ease unless he is near. To give him his dues, he doesn't seem to mind, even enjoys your company. You like to think, anyway. And in your afternoons together he has even been teaching you how to read and write, a skill you never thought you would master.

The other men dug into your good graces with the same determination and ease. Baji is your newly-minted, chaotic best friend. No other gets you to laugh like the long-haired, toothy pirate does. He even brings out that sly and playful side to you that has lain dormant for too long.

Sweet-faced, and equally as sweet-mannered, Chifu reminds you so much of your little brother. Sometimes too much, and you have adopted him as such, taking him under your wing and, according to Baji, "coddlin' him like the baby he is".

The scarred and stocky Pah, and tall and tattooed Draken, have become like older brothers to you. Always watching over you, always offering their considerable strength when it isn't wanted, and always teasing you when the opportunity arises. Despite being the butt of many of their jokes, you laugh anyway, giving as good as you get. It feels…pleasant, to be treated as one of the crew, part of the family. So very pleasant.

Of course, there is one vital cog to this well-oiled machine that you have yet to mention. Simply, because you don't know what he means to you, how to even begin characterising your relationship. Well, he's your captain. Not your captain. The captain. Which is something you remind yourself of every time you run into him in your shared quarters. Each time you catch him training with the others shirtless. And the memorable time you tripped over a bucket and he caught you, heated skin pressed against your own as he laughed at your flustered face and the rude gesture you gave him in response.

Honestly, you try to avoid him as much as you can, becoming comfortable with the others is one thing, a simple thing. But becoming comfortable around the captain feels like another entirely; a complex thing, an impossible thing; a thing you don't want to unpack just yet. But Gods, does he make it difficult, especially when he is training half-bare in front of you like that. His exposed muscles shining with sweat and rippling with each powerful and precise movement. He moves with an assured fluidity, like water over pebbles, adjusting his body around the onslaught of fists from Draken. But those movements are quick, lightning fast, you've never seen anyone move like it. It takes your breath away.

Which is unfortunate, because you could do with your breath for your own training, currently being led by Mitsuya. He eyes you with a knowing look as he jabs at your shoddy defences, your mind elsewhere, too distracted to properly fight and remember to keep your guard up.

"Eyes on me, little warrior," his voice teases, but his eyes are stern, and you immediately feel bad for not utilising this time he is giving you to the fullest.

"Sorry, 'Suya," you mumble apologetically, and you mean it. But you smile at the nickname, one he finds more apt than Baji's 'little lady', and he smiles back.

You try to focus on the man in front of you, it's a rare and wonderful sight to see Mitsuya fighting. He may seem mild-mannered and gentle, and is usually using his arsenal of intellect and strategy as the ship's navigator, but he has proved to you that he is just as capable physically as any of the others. He is skilled and strong and has taken down Pah and Baji many a time, even Draken last week, which the first mate still swears never happened.

You melt into the correct stance and focus your eyes on the lavender ones in front of you, you have to catch Mitsuya's movements from your peripherals and react immediately if you stand a chance against him. Your first few training sessions ended with you on the floor every single time, and he made a point of telling you that your movements were too predictable, that you were looking at the move you were going to make rather than your target. Which, in turn, made it all too easy for him to combat your offensive, swiping away your ineffective fists like they were flies.

You have grown since then, learnt how to move your body effectively, and built muscle from endless hours of ship work and training. It feels good to finally feel comfortable in your own skin, for movement and sensation to feel second nature to you. You like to think that you are at least an inconvenience to Suya now, after all the hard work and dedication you have put in.

You start off better this time, blocking his attacks and attempts to knock you on your ass, a delicate dance around the stern in the weak morning sun. But a loud clap soon diverts your attention.

Captain and first mate, clapping their hands together and thumping each others backs, such men. You fight to contain an eye roll and narrowly miss Mitsuya's fist to your face, ducking low and aiming a jab at his knees, he knocks it aside with enough force to send you stumbling back a step as you straighten.

You raise your fists and move to one side, he follows. You assess him slowly, trying to anticipate his next move, looking for potential weak points in his defence.

But all too soon, your eyes trail back to your ultimate distraction, and widen very (you can only imagine) comically. Mikey just dumped nearly a whole bucket of seawater over Draken, and seeing as Kenny is also a child, he extended his captain the same courtesy. It's obscene how the image before you plays out in slow motion. Mikey's hands running through his wet hair to slick it out of his eyes, ringed fingers sifting through the blonde strands, arms flexing. His now soaked trousers clinging to toned thighs, thighs you hadn't noticed are quite so muscular.

Baji descends from the rigging directly in front of you, spooking the wits out of you and pulling a yell from Mitsuya, who jumps back. Baji cackles from his upside-down position, arms crossed over his toned chest and legs hooked over the thick ropes above you. Like a damned spider in his web.

"Fuck Baj! Do you have to?!" Your heart is in your throat as you reprimand your friend, who is definitely here to stir shit judging by the look on his face.

"As a matter of fact, I do! So, who you lookin' at, little lady?" He waggles his thick eyebrows at you and you sigh, rolling the tension out of your shoulders.

"You, dumbass." You reply drily, crossing your arms over your own chest. Another thing you learnt from the boys, how to cuss like a true sailor, and you've found you like it considerably. You are once again wearing some old clothes of the captains to train in, and thankfully, bindings around your chest to keep your breasts out of the way. Your hair is braided to keep it out of your face, and despite the early hour, the sun still shines down on the vessel mercilessly coating you in a sheen of sweat. You will be thankful for a proper wash with clean water once you reach The Cape.

"Nuh uh, try again," he accentuates his dismissal of your answer with a flick to your forehead.

You yelp and glare at the obnoxiously smug face inches from your own, his long hair hanging in a sheet of onyx below him. If eyes could alight, yours would be twin flames of hellfire right now. Baji had, at some point, noticed the not so sly looks you throw his captain's way. The slight shiver you exhibit whenever you accidentally brush his hand during mealtime or bump into him on your way to bed as he's leaving his study.

Maybe he's also noticed the way the captain seems stiff around you, never quite at ease, always too close or too far from you and never that comfortable in between. Either way, he's noticed, and you hate him a little bit for it. For not looking away and keeping his mouth shut like the rest of them, who definitely noticed this development long ago, but then that isn't Baji's style.

"My sweet Kei," you coo at him with saccharine venom coating your tongue, "I don't know what you could possibly mean."

He snorts loudly at that, "Come oooon, you were practically droolin' over his wet abs with that stupid look you get on ya fa-"

He's interrupted by a shove from Mitsuya, swinging wildly to the side with a shout. You are thankful for the intervention until you realise why. Mikey waltzes up behind Baji and stands with his hands in his pockets, assessing the lack of work going on.

"Baji, fuck off up into the crows nest, some of us actually have work to be getting on with," he pins you and Suya with that obsidian stare and you squirm in place.

Baji hoists himself upright with ease and ascends the rigging with a mock salute, scurrying away like the cowardly bastard he is. You send up a silent prayer; Gods, please do not let Mikey have heard the words from that traitor's mouth.

"Mitsuya, I think you're going easy on her," he drawls, his stance as casual as his tone, but there's a hard edge to him this morning that you cannot decipher.

Mitsuya blinks at his captain before responding, "I think someone's a little distracted this morning," he throws you a small smile and you look anywhere but at the captain, willing the deck to swallow you whole, "but she's better; learning. Her form is good, we just need to work on the power behind it."

Mikey eyes your form, from head to toe, "You're being generous, Takashi, it's mediocre at best, nothing to write home about."

You start at the insult, a wicked gleam shines in those black eyes, a predatory smile in those full lips. Someone is feisty today, courtesy of the rigorous training, no doubt. Men and their half-wild instincts, a little sparring and they are all fired up.

You lift your chin, indignation burning bright in your gaze, "Well, if you think I'm so inadequate, then why don't you teach me yourself," you say coldly, refusing to give in to the playful invitation in those damned eyes.

Mitsuya whistles low and long, and steps back from your interaction, retreating to Draken's side. Another coward, you think bitterly, shooting him a betrayed look. He merely shrugs his shoulders and Draken gives you a wide grin as if to say you started this one on your own.

Mikey strides over to where Suya was just standing and motions for you to get into position. You stare at him; no way is he actually going through with your empty taunt? But there he is, standing in front of you with that passive look…waiting.

Fine, if that's the way it is, two can play this game, especially as you did kind of start it. You have a feeling you are going to regret your stubborn will as you get into your usual stance and stare into those bottomless eyes. And you do regret it as soon as you begin the offensive, tired of waiting for his first move, and he merely side steps every jab with his hands still lost in his pockets.

Oh great, he doesn't even have to use his arms to parry your blows, they are not even close to landing. But you persevere, you can't back down now, that would somehow be more embarrassing.

So, you continue your assault, looking for weak points. The knees, his chin or neck, perfectly exposed to you with his hands in his pockets, but you can't even get close. He has reflexes like a cat, you vaguely remember a few strays on the island who used to quick-dodge the grabby hands of the toddlers, there one second and gone the next. And that is the captain, he moves so fast you can barely keep up your own attack.

Watching his skill is one thing but being up against it is another entirely. You let your emotions get the better of you, anger welling up in your chest and causing your movements to become erratic. You are putting too much into your punches, your body lunging forwards with each one, exposing you to attack. Your frustration is making you careless and you can only imagine the look on Suya's face right now, but it's not like it matters. The captain isn't retaliating anyway, he just stands there with his hands in his pockets, side-stepping every effort you make to land a hit. You'd be happy with just a graze, any contact at all, that would be a win in your books.

You grit your teeth, reining in your growing rage, and attempt to outsmart him. If you can, for even a second, then maybe you can land a hit. You feint to your left, making it obvious that you are going to strike his leg with your right foot, his eyes follow the movement and you take your chance.

But as quickly as your arm extends towards his exposed face, his hand shoots up and grabs your wrist in an iron lock. Before you can even curse or register the movement and how to break free, he yanks you toward him, using your stumble and confusion to spin you round and plant your back against his chest. He has you in a choke hold in a matter of seconds.

You freeze, like a deer in the forest the minute it is spotted by the hunter, that precious, wasted second before the fight or flight instinct kicks in. Your heart is pounding so heavily you can hear the whoosh of your blood in your ears, the throbbing of your pulse in your temple. He's so close, every solid edge of him pressed against you, his muscled forearm putting pressure against your windpipe. The action makes you dizzy and all too aware of the way your throat bobs as you swallow.

You can feel his own heartbeat against your shoulder blade, thumping hard and fast, and you wonder why because he barely lifted a finger during this "fight". You stand there in his hold for what could be seconds or hours, thoughts syrupy and arms trembling at your sides. Why isn't he letting go?

It's then that he presses his cheek into the side of your face, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, and you jump. Your body goes rigid, straining against his as alarm bells ring through your skull and dampen your senses.

But then he speaks, low and calm, "Get out of the hold."

You try to register the words, body too preoccupied with where your skin meets his, with the arm around your throat.

"W-what?" You gasp out, the words catching on the choke hold, forcing their way up.

"Get out of the hold." His voice is plain, devoid of emotion as he says it simply, almost casually; as if it should be the easiest thing in the world for you to achieve.

Your skin crawls with goosebumps and your heart rate pitches. It's as if his command gives your muscles permission to work. You immediately begin thrashing in his grasp, trying to break his grip with your hands, scratching at his arm like a wild animal. But he is a solid wall of muscle and you are surprised at just how strong he is. His arm is still around your neck, not painful but firm, and your attempts to kick his shins remain unsuccessful.

Panic floods through your system as you blindly scrabble at whatever part of him gives you purchase, anything to pinch and scratch at. He merely holds firm, as if your struggle is nothing, slipping his other hand out of his pocket to pin your body back against him by your waist.

A low rumble goes through you as he speaks again, louder this time, to be heard over your gasping, "Remember what you've been taught, don't panic."

Easy for him to say. He is stronger. He is in control. He is not the one pinned in a choke hold with no way to escape, with a hand at his waist- the image of a hook pressing into your flesh flashes through your mind, and the breath fanning over the side of your face is no longer that of the man who stands behind you, it's Hanma. Hanma, as he leers down at you with that wicked grin.

A sob rises from your chest, and the hand at your waist loosens at the same time the arm around your throat does. You let out a ragged breath, hands tightening around his arm and pulling, trying to yank it from around your neck.

"Chin down," he barks at you.

"Wh-" you stutter over the word, confusion once more fogging your brain, as you try to push against the suffocating memories and panic obscuring your vision.

"Tuck your chin into your chest, now."

You obey at the pure command in his tone. At the low and smooth voice of your captain, you realise, not the scratchy and threatening voice of a hook-handed pirate. You push the panic down and focus on his voice, on your task. You tuck your chin, pressing hard against his arm, loosening the pressure against your airways.

"Good. Now drop your hand and aim for my groin with a fist," he continues in that level and commanding tone, but you think you hear it soften slightly as he praises you.

"Remember you asked for it," you manage to quip, finding your voice at last.

He chuckles as you swing a fist down and he blocks it with his hand. Of course, reflexes like a cat. He earned that groin punch, maybe one day you'll be good enough at this to give it to him.

"Good girl, now while I'm preoccupied, bring your elbow up into my chin, hard."

You do just that, trying to ignore the thrill you feel hearing him say good girl, and jab your elbow up until you meet his waiting palm. Before he even needs to tell you, you are ducking out of his loosened grip and turning to face him, adrenaline coursing through your system.

"Good. Practice that until it's second nature." He looks serious and something else that you can't quite interpret as he looks at you. His posture is nonchalant, as it always is, effortless. Your heart races and rage simmers underneath your skin. You take a step toward him, ready to give him a piece of your mind, when your legs are swept out from underneath you.

He catches you before you hit the floor, a hand at your back and the other around your wrist once again. But the grip is loose, his thumb resting lightly over your pulse point. It sends a shiver skittering down your spine, nerves electrified with tension and adrenaline. His face is so close yet so far from your own, mere inches away but it feels like a gulf between you. Your breath comes in quick gasps.

You want to stay angry at him, not give in to the desires of your flesh, but your body wins out over your mind. You hate the way your blood rushes through your veins, singing beneath your skin, calling out to him. You hate the way your body has an urge to press against his own, to arch your back further into his arms. You especially hate the way your eyes automatically flick down to his mouth, even after the thoughtless and borderline cruel stunt he just pulled.

You hate him at this moment, and yet…you want to pull him closer, want to slot your lips against his and channel all that anger and fear and frustration into the kiss. You want to get lost in the emotion, in his touch, and finally put these thoughts to rest.

But then he pulls you up and steps away, and the fragile moment shatters like glass. He looks at you a moment longer, his chest rising and falling rapidly, as if his breathing is a little ragged. You wish you could see inside that head of his, know exactly what he is thinking right now.

He takes a sharp breath before finally tearing his gaze from yours and striding off towards his study (his usual hiding place these days it seems).

"'M done, Kenny! We can continue tomorrow, I want you to actually put some effort in next time," he practically sings the little jab at Draken's ego and laughs when his first mate gives him the finger.

You stand in place where Mikey left you, bare feet warming on the wooden deck. The sun is higher in the sky now and the temperature is rising steadily, time to get to work. As soon as the captain is out of sight, your breath leaves your lungs in a whoosh. Suya is suspiciously absent, and you wonder at which point during your little training exercise he scurried off. Draken, very smartly, doesn't say anything and makes himself busy rounding up the crew to begin their day's work.

You take a few more deep breaths, still reeling from what just happened, how close you were to the captain, how close you were to-

You hear a shrill whistle and look up to see Baji's face hanging over the railing from the crows nest, his stupid, thick eyebrows raised at you. That signature shit-eating grin is on his face, the one that says 'I saw everything'. It seems he takes his lookout duties very seriously, as long as the sight is on deck and deemed entertaining by his lizard brain. You grit your teeth and spit out a response to his unspoken remark, which no doubt would have been vulgar and obnoxious.

"Don't you fucking dare say a word."

Thanks so much for reading! 💙

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[angelltheninth]

When Mikey falls in love he is like a lovesick puppy. With a big protective streak too. Like to you he will cuddle up with and sneak you kisses and hold your hand, but to others he will snap at them and challenge them to a fight if he thinks they're even slightly flirty with you. He lets you wear his jacket when you're going out, partially cause it won't get dirty in fights but also because it lets people know you're together.

Mikey has a near permanent glare at everyone but you, his face just goes softer at the sight of you, leading to his buddies making fun of him for finally finding someone who can tug on his leash.

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[bluerskiees]

Mikey: There is no future. There is no past. Don't you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every fact.

Y/n: .........All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

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[mytaiyakeylover]

scary stares.

synopsis: his gaze is penetrating, like that of a predator ready to pounce on its prey, and you can't help but wonder at what point you managed to anger the gang leader.

pairing: mikey x gn!reader

a/n: i don’t even know how my sleep deprived brain came up with this. was watching some random horror movie at 3 am yesterday and this is what happened😳 part 2?

warnings: just the reader freaking out and mikey being his usual oblivious self. guess some hints of angst too. reader misunderstands mikey, which isn’t that weird.

word count: 1.3k

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It’s unnerving. The way he keeps staring at you. Black, abyssal eyes penetrate your soul, making you feel exposed — naked even. You don’t know what he wants — what he’s expecting from you.

You feel small under his gaze; like a mouse. It doesn’t seem to bother him whatsoever, dead eyes simply watching you from the other side of the classroom, not paying any mind to what the teacher is saying. Usually you would have at least tried to pay attention — which you are — but the blond boy sitting at the back of the classroom is staring so intently, you can practically feel his eyes lingering on your vulnerable figure.

He doesn’t break eye contact when you look in his direction, and you find yourself shrinking. Perhaps you’re overreacting. One of your friends had once told you that he probably likes you, but you’re not too sure. Not when he keeps looking at you in a similar way that a predator watches its prey. You rake through your brain, trying to remember at what exact instance you had managed to anger the gang leader, but find none.

It’s quite hard to pinpoint what exactly you must have done however, as neither of you had even as much as exchanged one word with each other. The teacher doesn’t make things easier for you as he starts putting students into groups for some project. By some miracle you and Sano just happen to get into the same one. But you try not to show the relief you feel when his tall friend — Ryuguji — also joins you.

They may be friends, but even you were observant enough to notice that the short boy was less intimidating with him. That Ryuguji more or less, had at least some control over the commander. It was also common knowledge that between the both, the taller one was always the more reserved and collected one.

“…So, uh,” you start, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly. “What exactly were we supposed to do?” You ask tentatively, still feeling quite intimidated by the shorter boy. Ryuguji lets out a barely audible sigh, but then smiles. You think he must be sensing your unease and is trying to make you feel more comfortable.

“Guess somebody must have zoned out, huh,” he states, a teasing smirk appearing on his lips, which urged you to let out an embarrassed laugh. “Guess so,” you mumble, smiling faintly as a soft pink hue dusts your cheeks.

The other boy doesn’t say anything, eyes vacant as he seems to be deep in thought. You’re not too sure of what he’s thinking about, but there is something in your gut telling you that you want to know. Still, the question remains unspoken, letting curiosity simply continue to eat at your sanity. Bits by bits; like a parasite.

It has always been a bad habit of yours. Sometimes you wish you had more courage. More courage to speak your thoughts. Perhaps then you wouldn’t have been here right now, feeling like this — so helpless and lonely. It's not that you don't enjoy being alone; in fact, you love it. However, there have always been moments when you wish you had done things differently.

You know you should ask. Should ask why he’s been staring at you for so long — in such a way. To clear things up. To save yourself from the growing anxiety. To protect your sanity.

Then someone clears their throat. It’s Ryuguji. You guess he must have noticed the tension between you and his friend. Sano still doesn't make any acknowledgment of either of you, and you can hear the dragon-tattooed boy sigh from your right.

“There is nothing much, we’re just supposed to answer these questions and then discuss them,” the tall boy explains, losing any hope he may have had previously for his commander. You can practically sense it by the apparent vein that has popped out above his right eyebrow.

A barely audible, “Oh,” leaves your lips at his words. Then you sit down, doing your best to avoid making eye contact with the other boy. He’s still staring, and you're not quite sure what to make out of it. A part of you hoped that it would at least be easier for you to understand what that gaze means. Unfortunately, instead of making things clearer, it only seems to confuse you further.

The closeness isn’t helping in the slightest, despite the desk separating the both of you. If anything, it only makes you more nervous. You try to break the tension by asking him questions here and there, whenever you get to a new question that you need to discuss. Sano never answers you however — never says anything at all, in fact, and Ryuguji looks truly fed up with his behavior.

Time passes. Ryuguji is speaking, but you only seem to hear the ticking of the clock, so all you do is nod. Nodding at him with a polite — and perhaps slightly awkward — smile whenever you catch his lips moving. Heart beating erratically in your rib cage as the oh so familiar irrational sense of fear and dread envelopes your senses.

The feeling leaves you confused as you had never experienced such emotions without any apparent reason. Communication was never a problem for you before. Despite occasionally overthinking things, it had never occurred unless it was due to something you had said that was foolish or poorly thought out. Your friends would sometimes tease you, claiming that you paid too much attention to trivial matters.

“(L/n)-san,” you hear Ryuguji’s voice calling out for you, pulling you out from your thoughts. His eyebrows are furrowed, a look of concern plastering his face. “Are you okay?”

Your eyes widen as you rush to come up with a response. "Of course," you say, realizing you had zoned out. The boy arches an eyebrow in response, dismissing your later stuttered apology with a wave.

A lump forms in your throat as you catch the pair of onyxes still very much concentrated on you. Your cheeks flare up at their intense look, but try not to acknowledge that fact. Instead you simply turn around, and continue on with the questions.

Minutes pass by and you feel cold sweaty trailing down your neck as they remain fixated on you. You try to form a coherent sentence whenever Ryuguji is asking you something, but they only come out as a stuttered mess. The boy is considerate enough to not comment on it however.

You feel a wave of relief flooding your system as the bell rings and the teacher announces the end of the lesson. However, it's only when your feet step out of the classroom that the feeling fully registers in your brain. Even then, you fail to notice the forgotten notebook on your former group member's desk.

Draken sweatdrops at how quickly you bolted out of the classroom, noticing the notebook you had accidentally left behind. He feels slightly guilty for the obvious discomfort you were displaying, fully aware that Mikey's weird demeanor must have caught you off guard. The short boy did look kind of creepy throughout the entire lesson.

He sighs, about to stand up and try to catch up to you, but a familiar voice stops him in his tracks. “Hey, Ken-chin?” There is a slightly dreamy lilt to it, and the addressed boy feels his brain short-circuit. He can’t help it, he’s never heard his friend speak in such a manner, like…ever.

“Don’t you think (Y/n)-chan is pretty?”

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Kanto Manji Gang Mikey:I'll kill everyone you love.

Y/n:I love you

Kanto Manji Gang Mikey:

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[sanzusslutt]

ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ♡︎

The warm wind was blowing your hair away from your face as you moved your gaze to see the road in front of you. your eyes shoot wide when Mikey started going faster, making a felling of fear grow inside your stomach.

"Mikey go slower!!!" you yelled. the sensation of terror only getting bigger when he didn't even flinch at your words. "Mikey!! please go slower!!" your voice finally getting into his head, waking him up and reminding him that he is not alone on his bike but he had his most precious person on it too.

but even that, didn't seem to make him slow down. Instead, a few minutes pass and he moved his hand from the bike and placed on your clothed thigh, patting it three times with his thumb. you getting the signal, move closer to his face.

"take my helmet off of me and put it on you." he said. loud enough for you to hear and without thinking it through, you did exactly what he said. some seconds later, you start to wonder on why he told you to put on the helmet instead of just slowing down. but his next words confused you even more...

"remember.. I'll always love you more than anything else in this fucked up world. you will always be my princess and I'll never let anyone hurt you. I want you to always be strong for me. you are my everything and if it were something to happen to, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I love you more than anything. I'll protect you and I'll be watching you from the starts"

those were the last words you ever heard from your boyfriend. you crashed with Mikey's bike and he didn't make it. doctors called your case a miracle. the only reason you survived the crash was because you wore Mikey's helmet. but, how did he know?..

draken answered that question for you some days later when he checked the remainings of his best friend's bike. "someone cutted off his brakes. so when he found out, in the middle of your ride, he protect you by giving you the helmet..."

I'm so sorry about this plz don't come after me T.T

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