Ranting about norse mythology in Tokyo Revengers and what that could mean for the future.
[WARNINGS: I always say it, but I'm not an expert in mythology and, I add, that this is more ranting on my part (as always?, hahaha) than a related theory. Below, I explain my small conclusion from this data]
While answering some questions that someone from the fandom left here regarding Hanma (which, in the end, I didn't post, sorry), I've been wondering if, in fact, we are seeing a true Ragnarök in this final battle.
The Ragnarök (which would come to mean something like: "the destiny of the gods") is the battle of the end of the world that will be fought in Norse mythology.
Curious that the final arc will begin with "the battle of the three deities" and continue - if we look at it the way I present it, of course - with "the fate of the gods".
Hanma was, at the beginning of the story, the representative of Valhalla, which in Norse mythology is a kind of "hall of the fallen" in which Odin gathers legendary heroes (Kazutora could well fall into this category), gods and the half of warriors fallen in combat to fight in Ragnarök. Where is Hanma right now? That is! He fighting in the final battle alongside Mikey, who watches from above as if he were a god.
On the other hand, if I follow that Nordic line, I think it's easy to relate some characters to one of the most well-known gods of this mythology: Loki, the origin of all fraud. At first, I was going to tie Hanma directly to the character, but I think other characters might fit this category a bit better (at least from my point of view). As Sanzu:
Loki is the son of two giants and has two brothers about whom little is known: Hellblindi (whose name could mean something like "Hel's blind"). Hel or Hela was one of Loki's daughters and the one in charge of the honorless dead in the underworld (Hellheim. It is known for its curious physical appearance, because one side of its body was beautiful, and the other was ugly and rotten) and Blýleistr (about which not much is known, but it seems to be related -according to some researchers- with some meteorological phenomenon).
We know little or nothing about the Akashi's parents, but we do know that their last name refers to a hall (like Valhalla?) or kingdom and that Sanzu has two brothers: Takeomi (who is always accompanied by rain) and Senju (whose name means, directly "curse" and seems to be closely related to things from the underworld, from my opinion. I already explained it in another post).
Or Kazutora:
In his day, Loki was quite well received by the gods, with whom he rubbed shoulders freely. Odin came to consider him a blood brother...until he murdered Balder and was punished for it by the Aesir, who tied him to three rocks (Again, number three in Tokyo Revengers. Although number three always seems to be something very important within humanity...) from which he will free himself to fight against the gods in Ragnarök.
She thought it unlikely that Kazutora would ever break out of prison to fight Kanto (he was given ten years, for God's sake), but in light of this… who knows? Or maybe she is referring to another character? Or has the author mixed all these characteristics in various characters? It could be that this is referring to when Kazutora killed Shinichiro and went to prison, but that the last sentence is referring to Pahchin, who also just got out of prison for stabbing the Moebius leader and will now fight Mikey. (Odin, in this case). I have no idea.
There are many prophecies within Ragnarök that could very well apply to the story, but I feel like we could only catch (at this point) the prelude to this whole battle:
The prelude to Ragnarök (that is, the origin that will lead to it) is the birth of three evil creatures and the death of Balder at the hands of Loki, who will be punished. If you know a little about the Norse myths, you will know that Loki killed Balder in revenge for the imprisonment of his sons (the three evil creatures) by the gods. And, again, I see that Tokyo Revengers COULD BE A REVENGE STORY.
However, what strikes me the most within this end of the world is what called me, too, in Hindu mythology (both rooted in TokRev's manga, in my opinion) and it is the resurrection of the dead that will happen in Ragnarok. According to one of the prophecies, the inhabitants of the underworld will rise when a rust-red rooster crows. I think it is not worth mentioning that this final battle of Tokyo Revengers is plagued by "undead". Even Hanma made a joke about it!
The end of the battle in Ragnarök is quite clear: Thor kills the serpent Jormungandr, and dies after taking nine steps poisoned by its saliva. Odin dies at the hands of the wolf Fenrir and, to avenge his father, Vidar (god of silence, revenge (AGAIN VENGEANCE!) and justice) will break Fenrir's neck.
Finally, Surt (leader of the fire giants) will burn the entire universe and a new land will be reborn from the sea after the destruction. A few gods will survive it, yes: Vili (brother of Odin), Vidar and Vali (sons of Odin), Modi and Magni (sons of Thor), goddesses like Frigg and Freya (although they are not mentioned, it overlaps) and the god Hoenir... A rather curious character: they say that he was part of the Aesirs (main gods of the Nordic pantheon) and was, together with the giant Mimir, one of those responsible for making a pact to end the war between them and the Vanir (another group of gods). However, he is described as an indecisive guy who relegated all of his responsibilities to Mimir; enigmatic, moreover, about which little is known, but which is part of all the important events around the gods. Doesn't he remind you of a character we don't know much about, but he's always hanging around the big stuff?
I have to say that being one of the survivors, Hoenir becomes the one in charge of predicting what is going to happen, like the resurrection of Balder and his brother Höor (who was blind and voluntarily killed him with Loki's tricks). Which makes me think, directly, of Shinichiro and Baji.
In turn, Höor could be another reference to Kazutora (one of the most important characters in the Valhalla arc). According to the story, before his death, Balder had nightmares about his death and his mother made all things promise not to harm him, except the mistletoe, because she thought it harmless. Loki took advantage of this, tricking Höor and forcing him to stick an arrow with mistletoe into his brother.
Another relevant detail is the survival of two humans: Lif and Lífthrasir, whose names mean "life" and "seeking life", respectively. They will repopulate the human world, living in the dews of tomorrow and worshiping the new pantheon of gods led, now, by Balder.
With all this data, what do you think can happen towards the end? I feel that Wakui twisted this mythology in his favor more than anyone and that many characters have little details of all this, which makes it difficult for me to make a deeper sense, but, in turn, the author has not forgotten the essentials of it. I do feel that some characters will die in this final battle of TokRev (if not, hey, better than better, but that's my opinion), but, that said, it's hard for me to figure out what, who and how. We will have to see. I hope you at least found it interesting!
Other interesting facts I found:
There is an interesting phrase that I found and it is that after the rebirth of this new land, the daughter of Sól (goddess of the sun who is swallowed by the Sköll wolf during Ragnarök), identical to her, "will resume the path of her mother in a new sky". I don't know about you, but she reminded me a lot of Emma.
In Norse mythology there is a goddess named Ran to whom the drowned in the sea belong (she takes them with her with her net) and she represents the dark side of the ocean as opposed to her husband. She is strongly linked with betrayal and theft. In fact, there is a little story that says that the Vikings always carried a piece of gold with them before embarking, in case of shipwreck, to give it to Ran so that he would not be too cruel to them.
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"If I could change anything. I would've let myself fall in love with you."
In which instead of Takemitchy, it's you that has the ability to time travel. Allowing you to change the past and present. After traveling back to the present and attending the funeral of Takashi Mitsuya, you arrive back home to find a letter. An invitation to the Philippines.
Manjiro Sano x GN!Reader
Warnings: Tokyo Revengers spoilers, slowburn, mentions of death, cursing, guns, violence, blood & mentions of broken bones.
A/N: Hope this does well because I want to make it a series😭
With a flash of colour, every vein and artery seemed to buzz alongside every organ as you switched to your future body.
Blinking you steadied yourself in your new body. Taking a deep breath, a young woman with pale pink hair stood before you.
"Thank you for coming," she spoke softly. You hummed quietly in confusion. "Please wait in this line."
She gestured to the growing line forming behind her. "Oh.. Alright." The woman smiled and took her place behind a stand to check guests in.
Examining your surroundings you grasped at your clothes. You were dressed neatly in black formal mourning attire. Around you people spoke quietly to one another, comforting each other. An uneasy feeling settled in your chest as you took your place in line like you were instructed to.
At the front of the line, the lady from before alongside another who looked around the same age just with pale blonde hair greeted you. After giving them your last name the woman with blonde hair ushered you inside. "You can go inside," her voice shook and she pinched her nose but it did no good at preventing her tears.
You thanked them and made your way towards the entry of the building. Behind you the pink haired lady encouraged her friend. "Keep it together Mana."
"I'm sorry, Luna."
Trying not to trip over your own feet you turned on your heel quickly to examine the two girls. No, they weren't friends. They were sisters.
They ushered another guest into the funeral. The blonde woman, Mana, sobbed out her next words. "Thank you for attending my brother's funeral."
You chest tightened and you gasped, turning back around to rush into the building. Music played down the long hallway. The walls blurred together has you tried to find the correct room. Your ankles wobbled and knocked into each other, leaning on the wall for support you decided to search your person before moving forward.
Your fingers gripped around the familiar shape of your cellphone. Bringing the screen to life you tapped aggressively at the keyboard having to redo your password twice before opening the web. Searching for recent stories regarding any gang violence.
After searching endlessly you sat on the floor of the hallway your back hurting from being pressed against the textured wall for so long.
Takashi Mitsuya, a Toman Officer, had been strangled to death in an attack. Hinata Tachibana, your long time best friend had died once again in a car accident. Her boyfriend and in this timeline fiance, Takemitchi Hanagaki, who was also a Toman Officer had also died in the same accident.
The phone slipped from your sweaty palms onto the deep red carpet underneath you. The ringing in your ears drowned out the disgusting noises that came from your throat as you desperately tried not to throw up.
Passerbys stared and man approached you his comforts and concerns falling on deaf ears. Picking your phone up off the floor you braced your body on the wall before sliding up it with shaky legs.
It was Mitsuya's funeral. You had remembered meeting his little sisters, Luna and Mana, in the past at the New Year's festival.
When you gained enough strength in your legs you ran back down the way you came. Ignoring any looks thrown your way. Slipping through the big double doors you tried your best to stay out of everyone's way as you left the property.
You couldn't stay and sit through this service. You needed to find Naoto and figure out what the hell was happening.
After running aimlessly through the streets, muscle memory took you back to your old apartment. Heavy breaths left you as you sat in front of the front door with your back pressed against the hard material. Coughing and gagging on nothing.
You don't know why you had come back here. In other timelines you had been in nice preppy pent houses due to your connection to Toman, though you have never been an official member of the gang. According to Mikey you were just his guest he let sit in on meetings.
..
Where was Mikey?
A deep voice rang out from besides you. "Good, I knew you were back."
Lifting your gaze from the concrete floor your eyes fall over a tall, slim man with short black hair. He was dressed neatly in a tie, button down and black trousers, like he always was. It was Naoto.
Blinking you stood up clumsily. "Naoto?"
"My memories were over written, so I knew you had come back," he explained.
"Yeah, sure, but what the hell is happening?" Your fist clenched, nails digging into your palm. "Why is everyone dead?" You pressed. You had begun working with Naoto after Hinata's original death, when you had discovered your power of time traveling after dying to a division of Toman that had broken into your apartment and attacked you with a bat.
Meeting Naoto in the past, believing your life was just flashing before your eyes you admitted everything that would happen twelve years in the future. And with that knowledge he had managed to stop the Toman division from killing you again in exchange that you help save his sister.
Being an old friend of her's, a close one at that, made you a target in every timeline due to a plan still unknown to you. The first timeline where you managed to save Hinata and got to see her in the future, Takemitchi had reached out as well to speak with his ex-girlfriend. Ever since then Takemitchi has died alongside her in every future.
Naoto's gaze fell, his brow furrowed. "I'll explain inside." You hummed confused. He gestured to the apartment door. "Oh, yeah, you live here again. You probably have your keys on you."
Raising a brow you began checking your person until you struck up a silver ring of keys. "Oh." You unlocked the door, pushing it open. It smelt vaguely of cleaner and bleach. You two made your way inside.
..
Naoto explained everything. How all main Toman members: Draken, Mitsuya, Hakkai, Chifuyu and Takemitchi have all been killed. Even Kisaki and Kazutora were found dead.
Your drummed your fingers on the wooden table in your room as you listened to Naoto. "But, how?" You interrupt him, not wanting to hear anymore. "I did what I was supposed to." Glaring at him you thought back to the your last travel to the past.
You were right, you did everything you had planned on doing. You avoided Taiju being killed thanks to Takemitchi and after the news of the Christmas showdown came out Mikey kicked Kisaki out of Toman. Though you weren't there to see it Chifuyu and Takemitchi, the only two who knew you could time travel, reported to you about the latest Toman meeting that resulted in Kisaki's dismissal. Mikey didn't allow you at that meeting, he claimed it was punishment for tampering in a fight and risking getting hurt. As if the ear full he gave you wasn't enough.
"What about Mikey?" You asked suddenly.
Naoto sighed. "We don't know." He dug around in his coat, pulling out a piece of paper. "Currently, the suspect for all the murders," he unfolds the paper. Mikey.. But his hair was longer and black. The photo had been taken at an angle that you could see a dragon tattoo, identical to Draken's, snaked across his neck. "Is Manjiro Sano."
Your nails scratched against the table as they found their place against your palm in a fist. "What the hell are you talking about? Why would Mikey do that?"
Naoto sat the paper on the table. "We don't know, but I want to hear Mikey's side of the story." He finally took a seat across from you. "I wouldn't be surprised if he went looking for you."
A bit taken back you raise a brow. "Why? I was never apart of Toman."
He rested his chin in his open palm. "Yeah, but you two had some kind of relationship right?"
Your face flushed. "Not like that." Before you could defend yourself further you caught glimpse of a photo on the table. You slid it off the wooden surface and examined it. It was the photo Takemitchi had made you, Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Mitsuya and Hakkai take before you returned to the future. Everyone's laughter frozen as Takemitchi tried to get in frame before the timer ended. You couldn't help but notice how Mikey's eyes were focused on you.
Naoto stretched over the table to look at the photo in your hand. "Where'd you get that photo?"
You looked back up at him and shrugged, tracing your eyes back to the place you had found the photo. "Right here," an open envelope sat next to where the photo had been laying. "Oh, hey."
Naoto picks up the envelope before you could. Studying the paper and stamps he concludes,"This is from outside of Japan. The Philippines." He takes the letter out and unfolds it gently, reading it.
Pushing yourself up with your hands, you try to catch a glimpse of the letter. "What does it say? Who's it from?"
He turns the letter towards you, offering it to you. "No name."
There wasn't much written on the page.
"Meet me on January 20th, at that place I told you about."
Staring at the words you reread them over and over trying to figure out who could've sent the letter.
"Any idea who sent this to you?"
"No, I don't think so.." You turned back to the photo. Tracing over the face of all your friends that were now dead. Then you landed on Mikey.
..
"Just get on it, I swear you won't fall (Y/N)." Mikey laughed as he tried to get you to sit properly on the bike him and Draken had been working on. Draken had gone inside for a bottle of water, leaving you two alone.
With your legs spread around the bike you gripped Mikey's shoulders, refusing to sit down fully. "No- I don't know how to balance myself without sitting behind someone!"
Pulling your hands off of him, he placed them on the motorcycle's handles. He gripped your wrist firm enough to keep you in place but not enough to hurt you. He laughs again when you whine. "I won't let you fall, just sit."
Grumbling you fully sat down in the seat. He didn't let your wrists go. "What's this bike for anyways?" You ask.
"We're fixing it up for Takemitchy," he explained, his grip loosening.
"Really? You're giving him a bike? He'll crash it in seconds." Mikey rolled his eyes and smirked. "Where'd you even find parts for this?"
Mikey's smirk softened to a smile. His hands weren't even holding yours anymore, just softly resting on top your own on the handles. "My older brother found this engine and mine sometime when he traveled around for parts. He only had enough parts to reconstruct my bike, so this one's just been sitting around." He explained. "He found em in some old shitty town somewhere in the Philippines."
You had been so engrossed in the story at the time that you hadn't even noticed Mikey had kicked up the bike stand and you were balancing on your own.
..
Looking up at Naoto who seemed concerned at your spacing out, you turned the group photo towards him. Your finger over Mikey's face. "It's from Mikey."
..
Naoto arranged the trip to the Philippines, making sure you arrived with enough time to find the place Mikey had been talking about.
When the 20th of January arrived you and Naoto traveled to the old ruin. The old concrete building so turn apart you couldn't even tell what it was originally supposed to be.
You wiped sweat away from your brow caused by the beaming sun. Naoto turned to you. "It'll be easier if we split up." He spoke.
Shaking your head you glared at him. "Hell no, that's how people die," you argued.
He rolled his eyes. "We'll cover more ground that way." Slipping his coat off, he folded it in half then laid it over one shoulder. He waves you off. "Yell if something happens."
Grumbling, you watch as he walks off to the ruin. When he was out of sight you went inside yourself.
You could really tell how broken down the building was from the inside. Destroyed walls and caved ceilings. You took a set of stairs up a level. With Every step you kicked up dirt and dust. You waved a hand out in front of you to prevent any of the dibre from getting in your eyes when you noticed something on your thumb.
Stoping momentarily, you brought your hand up to your face. A long white line snaked up the bottom of your thumb. A scar. You don't remember having it before your last trip to the past, you must've gotten it sometime during the Christmas brawl.
The clutter of metal pulled you from your thoughts. Rounding a corner you arrived in a doorway. In the room, mountains of old junk and metal covered nearly the whole floor making it hard to maneuver through the scrap. Anywhere you placed a hand for support something would fall and scrap against something else.
You finally arrived at a clearing in the middle of all the junk. Quietly cursing as you tried to soothe any cuts and scratches you had just gained.
"(Y/N)."
Looking up to find where the voice came from, in front of you on top of a large pile of scraps and metal. A man stood amongst it. His hair was short and black, the under shaved. Black eyes stared into your own.
"Mikey?" You called up to the man as you took a step forward. It seemed stupid to ask, who else would be here?
He sat down on top the pile and crossed his legs over one another. Propping an elbow on his knee, he rested his chin in his hand before he spoke. "I hope you've been well."
"Yeah.. I have," you've met multiple people from the past in the present from different timelines. But meeting Mikey in the present just felt.. different. It made your face warm.
Mikey smiled. "You brought someone with you."
Nodding, you chuckled nervously. "Naoto, from back then. We've been working together for while now."
He hummed, never breaking eye contact. "He your boyfriend?"
You blinked and waved your arms in front of your face. "What? No, he's like a million years younger than me!"
Mikey laughed softly. "That right?" You nodded and crossed your arms, glaring up at him. "Well, I think you look good for a million." A soft gasp left your lips, the comment catching you off guard. Mikey stands. "Truth is, I asked you to come all the way here to ask you a favor." He stuffs his hands in his pockets.
"Couldn't have mentioned it in your letter?" You tease.
He shakes his head and smirks, ignoring your comment. "When I first got here, I immediately thought of my brother," he started. "Y'know I fought an awful lot of guys when I was younger, made a lot of friends too." His gaze slips to you for a moment before turning away. "Lots of laughs and tears. Then it occured to me that that's how Toman really got started. They're all really good memories."
Mikey turns away, his back facing you. Just like back then, you were always so interested when Mikey spoke. You don't know why, but you always just yearned for him to speak more. About anything.
"When me and you cut ties. Toman changed." He turned back towards you. Confused, you raised a brow at Mikey beckoning for him to continue. "(Y/N)."
He spoke your name softly.
"What was it that made you think I was going to accept your confession that day?"
Your mouth dried up and you sucked in a breath. You didn't know how to respond, these weren't events you were there for. But then again, you confessed to him?
Accepting you weren't going to respond he continued, looking off to the side. "I stopped talking to you and pushed you away. But I realised I couldn't keep it together on my own. Not even Takemitchy could keep me in line. I spun out of control and lost myself."
You shifted from one foot to the other nervously. "What do you mean? What happened?"
Mikey breathed deeply and his brow furrowed. "When Toman changed, I went looking for you. I had realised how much I messed up by cutting you off, but Kenny and Mitsuya stopped me. They didn't want me dragging you back into the mess I had just made of Toman, they protected you. They did the same thing when Takemitchy left the gang."
You take a step forward. "Takemitchy left?"
He nods. "Yeah. And those two did everything in their power to keep you guys away." Mikey frowns. "They really were great guys."
Fidgeting with your fingers you chuckle softly. "Yeah," you swallow and fight back the urge to ask the most obvious question. What happened to them?
"They were my best friends." Mikey pauses and looks at you. You take a step back as he breaths his next words. "But, I killed them both." The same feeling from Mitsuya's funeral bloomed through your chest. It burned all the way up to your throat and you coughed, choking on air. Mikey continued. "The problem was when Toman changed. All those guys, every last one of them. I killed them all."
He looked back at you. You caught your breath and glared at him. "I don't get it- why the fuck would you do that?!" You exclaimed, flaring your arms around.
"Tch." Mikey dug around in his pocket. "This is why I called you here, (Y/N)." Mikey threw whatever he pulled out of his pocket towards you. It cluttered at your feet. "I need you to end this. To end it all."
Your gaze fell to the floor beneath you. A gun laid at your feet. You covered your mouth with a hand, pulling at your lips as anxiety spread through your entire body, your whole body shaking with nerves.
"Pick up the gun, (Y/N)."
An unexpected sob breaks from your throat, your nose hot as you stared at the gun. Mikey made his way down towards you. You didn't lift your gaze until he was directly in front of you. It was all too much. The smell of dust, must, the gun at your feet it was all just too much.
"This is the place I want it to come to an end," Mikey smiled and stepped closer to you. "The end of my dream."
Your removed the hand from your mouth and gasped painfully. Gripping at your clothes you kicked the gun away and glared at Mikey, your vision clouded. "What- I'm not- I'm not going to kill you!" You struggled to get the words out. "Why did you kill all those people, Mikey!?" He returned your glare, glancing back behind you where the gun had been kicked off to. "Answer me!"
Mikey took a step back and tilted his head towards the caved in ceiling. Through the hole you could see a bird fly overhead. "Turns out, it's not easy to achieve a dream. I set out to make a whole new era for delinquents, Toman was supposed to be the vehicle to achieving that dream." He looked back at you. "But then the whole thing went to shit."
You swallowed and watched Mikey closely.
"The first time I killed someone," his eyes hooded and he smiled smugly. "I didn't even feel a thing. Then I realized something, pretty much any problem anyone has can be solved by just killing someone." He smiles, his teeth showing. They had yellowed over time. "So, now I just kill anyone standing in my way."
Without thinking you swung towards Mikey, your hand in a fist. Mikey catches your wrist, pulling you towards him. His grip was almost unbearably tight, you winced. "What the hell are you saying!? There's no way you actually mean all of that! I'll never believe you do!"
Mikey mutters something and gripped you harder.
"You're still the same guy from back then, the same guy who helped me balance on a motorcycle for the first time!" With your free hand you gripped his shirt.
"Stop it, (Y/N)."
You shook him slightly. "You're still the same guy I fell in love with 12 years ago-"
Gripping your wrist, Mikey swings you into a nearby pillar. Your grit your teeth as your back collides with the pillar. Mikey makes his way towards you. Grasping at your clothes he pulls you up and pushes you against the pillar, he pulls another gun from his pocket and places it against your cheek. Hard.
"What the hell are you trying to achieve here!?" He hisses. Reaching your arms out you hold onto his shoulders for support. Tears finally slipping down your face as you gasp for air. There's no way one of your ribs weren't broken. He presses the barrel of the gun harder against you, pushing your face into the stone pillar. You grip his shoulders harder.
Painful whines and whimpers fall from your lips. "Mikey.. It hurts.." His eyes widen but he doesn't change his position.
He stretches out a leg, the gun you kicked away had been around the place he had thrown you. He kicks the gun at you. "Pick it up." Your lips quiver and you managed the best shake of your head that you can. "(Y/N)."
He changes the position of the gun, moving it from your cheek to inbetween your eyes. "Either you kill me," he spoke. You took a hand off one of his shoulders to grip his wrist holding the gun. "Or I kill you."
You choke out your words offering Mikey a small smile. "I could never kill you, Mikey."
He glares at you pressing the gun harder against your head. "There's no going back to the past."
A gunshot rings out. Your eyes widen expecting it to be you, instead Mikey falls. Blood spattering on your face and his gun falling to the ground. You drop to your knees, holding your side, cradling a for sure broken rib. A voice calls out.
"Are you alright?!" Sucking in painful wheezes of breaths you find Naoto at your side with a gun drawn. To your other side Mikey laid in a puddle of blood, coughing.
You move as fast as you can to his side. Naoto's protests falling on deaf ears as you pull Mikey's head into your lap. You repeat his name desperately like prayer. His dark hair matted with blood from the wound on the side of his head and his pale skin stained.
He grunts and grasps your upper arm weakly. "Naoto Tachibana, is that you?" He coughs, blood trailing down his chin. "Thank you. For shooting, because (Y/N) wasn't gonna do it." He smiles softly and looks at you. "Finally, it's over. My life has been nothing but.. suffering."
A tear drips off your nose and onto Mikey's neck. "Shut up, I can fix this, Mikey." You search around for anything to help even though you knew there was nothing.
"I didn't want to reject you that day," tears flowed down Mikey's cheeks. "I just didn't want you to end up.. Like my brother or Baji." A sob breaks from your throat as you watch him.
"What could've I done to get you accept?" You choke. "See I can fix it- just tell me what I could of done differently!"
Mikey shakes his head as much as his body would allow. "It makes me happy to know you still like me." He grunts and twists in your lap. "(Y/N)." You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to push down the ugly sounds threatening to fall from your lips.
"If I could change anything. I would've let myself fall in love with you."
"Mikey, stop it."
The hand that was softly grasping at you falls limp as Mikey stills. The only thing moving being stray tears falling down his cheeks.
You grit your teeth.
"Mikey- Mikey, I said stop it!"
He doesn't respond.
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