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Sleepovers At The Baji Household feat. A Fed-Up Chifuyu

Summary: Chifuyu just wants to sleep, man, but Baji wants to be a jealous crackhead at 2 AM.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Note(s): I had a little free time and wrote this. So, please enjoy! ALSO, to the anon that sent me a request a few days ago, I saw it and have it filed on my to-do list!!! I will definitely get to it as soon as I get a break in my schedule :)

"Chifuyu, ya wanna see some real discrimination?"

No. No, Chifuyu does not want to see what Baji means by 'real discrimination.'

Does he tell him that, though?

Yes, actually, because it's 2 in the fucking morning and, as much as he respects the other boy, he wouldn't put it past himself to smother him with a pillow after having his dream of cuddling with a sea of puppies suddenly destroyed.

Unfortunately for his sanity, Baji either doesn't hear him or, more likely than not, doesn't give a fuck, because he's already flopping onto his belly and whipping out his phone to do God knows what.

The dial tone that sounds from the speaker a few seconds later makes Chifuyu cringe, especially since it's only ever been a calm silence fit for a good night's sleep prior to Baji bulldozing through it with his absurd question. (At the very least, he's thankful that the latter has half a mind to keep the brightness on the lowest setting, otherwise, Chifuyu would have had to fight.)

On the far end of the row of carefully-laid futons, you shift in your sleep, eyebrows furrowing together at the noise. Rotating onto your side, you unconsciously reach for Baji, and just when he thinks you're being cute and trying to cuddle him, you smack him in the head.

Baji doesn't flinch, instead, takes his pillow and shoves it in your grasp to keep your unconscious self occupied, so that he can focus on getting through to the person who reuses to pick up (understandably so).

Releasing a frustrated groan after being redirected to voice mail for the fifth time, he dials the number again, muttering an impatient, "Pick up already."

Chifuyu feels sorry for the poor soul on the other end. He would've blocked someone following the first call, because again, it's-

The blond has to squint his eyes up at the digital clock on Baji's nightstand, which confirms that it's already 2:22 A.M, further solidifying the fact that he shouldn't be awake right now. And this also applies to the ever persistent first division captain, who insists on bothering who Chifuyu soon discovers is Mikey from the contact ID that flashes across the screen.

Why Baji is so keen on bothering him is a question he doesn't have the mental capacity to ponder over. The most energy he'll expend is to listen in when the call miraculously connects.

"What...?" comes a muffled voice from the receiver, tone laced in an irked grogginess birthed from a slumber rudely interrupted.

There's an absurdly loud, almost angry, roar of Mikey's name, one that has Chifuyu curling in on himself in a futile attempt to escape a sound that should be illegal at this hour.

But you know what else should be illegal?

The fucking whiplash Chifuyu gets when Baji's deep voice takes an abrupt 180°, switching from its normal gruffness to a squeaky, ear-piercing shrill as he screams, "I love you, love you, love you! Do you love me, too, Mikey-kyun~♡?!"

The room is dead silent.

Not a word. Not a murmur. Not a breath.

Just pure, unadulterated silence as both Chifuyu and Mikey process the words that hang in the air, permeating it with a goosebumps-inducing eeriness from having heard such a...a girly, overtly cutesy screech from Baji.

Then-

"What the fuck? He hung on me!"

Chifuyu opens his mouth, thinks better of reacting to the cursed scene he had the misfortune of bearing witness to, and promptly closes it.

Other people may have sleep paralysis demons.

But Chifuyu?

Chifuyu has Baji.

With both hands partially raised in prayer, he begs for the shenanigans to be over and done with.

They are not.

While his eyes remain closed in a last ditch effort to convince himself that it's all a bad dream, he hears a lot of grumbling happening on your side of the room, courtesy of Baji, who's scrambling around in search of...something. One quick peek reveals him fiddling with a phone - yours, to be exact, as evidenced by the distinctive phone charm of your favorite anime character hanging from it.

"(Y/n), wake up for a second," he hears him whisper. It takes a bit of prompting, until he's able to successfully rouse you enough from sleep to elicit any kind of response, which is, essentially, nothing short of an incoherent, slurred mess. Although, Chifuyu is pretty damn certain he heard you call Baji a 'dickhead' for the trouble.

Unperturbed, he continues shaking your limp form, coaxing you into wakefulness with, "Repeat what I tell you, and I'll let you go back to asleep. Deal?"

You squint your eyes at him, only able to make out a vague outline of his visage in the lightless room. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die," he automatically responds with the same phrase he's become accustomed to saying whenever you two made a promise, something done purely out of habit, formed when the two of you were just kids and he wanted to get you to do something absolutely ridiculous either for him or with him. And just 'cause he knows you're more susceptible to complying if he does it, he also interlocks his pinky with yours.

"...Fine."

The approval is his cue to proceed, and it's as he's putting the phone on speaker that he turns back to a regretfully wide awake Chifuyu, mouthing a wordless, 'Watch.'

The phone rings, loud and clear, precisely once and only once.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" It's important to note that even though Mikey still sounds tired as hell, his tone is much lighter, much happier really, than when it was Baji, which is an offense in itself to the said teen that's off to the side, attentively listening to the conversation unfold.

Then, it strikes Chifuyu, what Baji is trying to do, and fuck does it give him an instant headache.

Meanwhile, your mouth morphs into the dopiest of smiles with the pleasant surprise of hearing your boyfriend's voice, chest instantly overtaken by a warm fuzziness that never fails to make an appearance whenever he's involved. Sappy, you know, but it's true!

A light but firm nudge to your shoulder reminds you of your mission. It's too bad that, teetering along the edge of sleep as you are, the words Baji whispers are barely repeated correctly.

The initial phrase from before, the one Baji greeted Mikey with, is shortened to a simple, "You wuv I...?"

But, without missing a beat, you receive Mikey's confident reply of, "Mhm... I wuv you a lot."

There's a sleepy giggle then - a fucking giggle - before your voices drop to sweet whispers that the third and fourth wheels can't fully comprehend from where they are.

"Where the fuck was my 'I wuv you,' huh?!" Baji whisper-shouts, considerate of your conversation even when ranting and raving. "Shit, I would've taken a simple 'I love you,' too! I've known that bastard way longer than (Y/n), and this is what I get?!"

Okay. Toman's president answers his boyfriend's late night calls faster than he does anyone else's and openly expresses his love for him. So what? Chifuyu wouldn't exactly call it 'discrimination,' per se. 'Favoritism,' maybe if you wanna stretch it, but using as strong a word as discrimination, especially taking into account you two are dating; it's normal? Nah.

"You wanna say 'bye' to them? Mm. Baji and Chifuyu." A pause. "Fuyu, Mikey says 'bye.'"

"Bye, Mikey-kun."

The other person in the room waits, and waits, and waits, and when it's clear that there is no intention to address his presence whatsoever, Baji turns to Chifuyu with an almost scandalized expression, making wild gesticulations with his hands, clearly distressed. "See?!"

Blank blue eyes stare back at him, unblinking. Honestly, it's a common occurrence - Baji spiraling in a nonsensical rage - so it's easy for Chifuyu to block out the muted, jealousy-driven temper tantrum as he takes his pillow in both hands, raises it as high as he can, and-

Sigh.

-lets it flop right back onto his face.

He can't suffocate Baji. Shouldn't. Wouldn't. Couldn't. After all, they're best buds, meaning he has an obligation to put up with shit like this once in a while. (Plus, he'd probably get his ass kicked before he succeeds anyway. Totally not worth the beating.)

"Did you hear? Mikey said he wuvs me," he hears you drawl dreamily as soon as you hang up, sounding very close to clocking back out for the night.

"Yeah, yeah. Cute shit. Happy for ya, dude," Baji huffs. Thankfully, he sounds like he's in a similar state to yours, if the yawn that follows his sarcastic comment is anything to go by.

"...He soooo ignored you."

That warrants a punishing punch to the arm, dulled only slightly by the combination of the thick quilt you're swaddled in and the raven-haired boy's fatigue.

"I'll fucking throw you out right now, (Y/n). Don't test me."

"You won't."

"I will."

"Won't."

"Will."

The conversation gradually dies down shortly after, the exhaustion that took its sweet time getting to both of you having reached its peak with the help of the childish bickering. It takes 10 minutes, maybe 15, before two sets of light snores fill the room.

Finally.

Let it be known that there is a lesson to be learned from tonight's events. Really, there is. Y'know, something along the lines of 'Don't agree to a sleepover with Baji, if you plan on actually sleeping,' or whatever.

Alas, Chifuyu's consciousness fades before he realizes what it is.

~~~

"Mikey, be honest. Who do you love more? Me or-?"

"(Y/n)."

"But-"

(Y/n)."

"I-"

"(Y/n)."

Baji is only momentarily discouraged, sharp eyes glaring at the blond that lays his head on your lap after hi-fiving you. He didn't want to do this, but he's left with no choice.

"(Y/n) or Babu?"

From the way Mikey stiffens up, refusing to look at either him or you in the eyes, Baji knows he has him right where he wants him, has him torn between a cute face or a sweet ride.

"Oi! Don't pretend to be asleep! Answer the damn question! OI!"

(After hours of serious contemplation - even though you told him it doesn't particularly matter - it's revealed that, of course, Mikey loves you more. Babu just happens to trail behind as a very close second.)

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Bro you've gotta start writing more i love this page 😵

Thank you!! I have a few fics in progress, but alas, school is keeping me occupied for the time being. I'll try to write when I can, though. Gotta keep y'all from starving 😉

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IM CRYING MIKEYS CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART WAS SO CUTE😭

THANK YOU!!! I NEEDED SOME TOOTH-ROTTING FLUFF FOR MY BOY, SO THERE YA GO 😭❤️

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I'm so dumb, how did I not realise that you wrote all four of my favourite TRfics these past few weeks (cough- m!reader love/good writing, tysm cough-) Im here now though! Keep up the good work, buster ♡

No need to thank me! I saw a horrendous lack of m!reader for TR (at least under the tag 'cause that's how I look for them lol), so I'm just trying to contribute, even if it's just a little ^^

Thank you again for your support!!! ❤️

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Mikey’s Childhood Sweetheart

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Note(s): This is just a short and cute idea I had. I thought it’d be longer, though I’m still happy with how it turned out. Also, it might be a subtle detail, but everyone lives! <3

Technically, you were supposed to be childhood sweethearts with Emma, BUT Mikey didn’t approve of the imaginary wedding you two were having when you and Emma were 5

“I’m not letting you marry my sister. You’re not cool enough for her.”

“It's just pretend!”

“Then you can pretend to marry me.”

You hmphed and said to his face, “You’re not cool enough for me.”

He stood there, stunned, while Baji and Shinichiro were laughing their asses off, mocking the blond boy for getting rejected.

Finished with obliterating poor Mikey’s pride, you took Emma’s hand and left to play elsewhere, far, far away from the person that crashed your wedding.

Apparently, it didn’t sit too well with Mikey for his first ever marriage proposal to fall through, because no sooner than a day later did he barge in on your and Emma’s playdate (featuring a guest appearance by Shinichiro) to try again.

“(F/c) Ranger, I’m sensing a disturbance on the battlefield.”

“Copy that, Blue Ranger. Looks to me like this mission is harder than expected. Permission to launch the missiles?”

“Permission granted.”

A confused Mikey did not get pelted with imaginary missiles (the kind that, obviously, comes with exaggerated missile sounds from your mouths), since Shinichiro took the hit for him, y’know, dramatically jumping in front of him and everything.

“Black Ranger, no!” you and Emma cried out, immediately rushing to his side.

“Why did you help the enemy?”

“Because...,” Shinichiro took a shuddering breath, fully embracing the role of a dying comrade, “Mikey...isn’t the enemy.”

“If he’s not our enemy, then who...?”

Suddenly, there’s a set of thunderous cackling from the dojo, and you all turn to see Gramps Sano and Baji there, standing tall and proud with their best villain smirks.

Long story short, to defeat Lord Sano and King Baji, you enlisted the help of the White Ranger a.k.a. Mikey, who accepted on the condition of you marrying him.

“You’re still caught up on that?!”

“(F/c) Ranger, just say ‘yes!’ The fate of the world depends on Mikey’s help!”

You sighed. “Prove to me how cool you are on the battlefield, and I’ll consider it.”

“That’s it? Easy.”

And yeah, it really was. As a martial arts prodigy, doing complicated mid-air kicks and flips is all in a day’s work, and those were what really caught your eye when you watched him battling it out with Baji.

(Truthfully, you already thought Mikey was pretty cool, but seeing him in action made you believe that maybe marrying him wouldn’t be so bad, even if it’s only pretend.)

In conclusion, that’s how you ended up being fake-married to Mikey at the age of 5.

Or, at least, you thought it was fake.

“Takemitchy, this is my husband, Sano (Y/n).”

Ah, yes. Following that fateful day of exchanged gashapon rings and shy, reluctant cheek kisses-

 (”No one told me we had to kiss! I’ll get cooties!”

“But we’re both boys, so we can’t get it.”

“Oh my God, you’re right.”)

-Mikey has proceeded to introduce you to anyone and everyone as your husband, much to your chagrin.

“I told you to stop telling people that,” you always scold him, but alas, your efforts to correct him tend to go in one ear and out the other, as do all things that don’t coincide with the blond’s own thinking.

“We got married when we were little, and we’ve been together ever since,” he’ll proudly say.

“It’s true. I officiated it,” will continue an equally proud Baji, who, for the the record, was not at all qualified to officiate shit.

Neither Emma, nor Shinichiro are of any help.

“I can’t believe you got married before me...”

“Take care of Mikey for me, will you?”

You figured at least Gramps Sano would have something to say, but he simply laughs and tells you not to fret too much about it. Married or not, you’re still a part of the family, which is VERY kind and all but NOT the point.

Sensing your distress and watching how freely Mikey laughs about the topic, Takemichi leans over to Draken to ask, “So, um, are they actually married or is Mikey-kun just teasing (Y/n)-kun?”

“Yes.”

Takemichi really wants to ask what the fuck that means, though he figures it best to leave it as is. Besides, seeing your and Mikey’s hands intertwined and hanging comfortably out in the open is answer enough.

“Takemitchy, please tell these idiots why a marriage officiated by a 6-year-old isn’t valid.”

“Takemitchy, please tell this idiot in denial why my efforts shouldn’t be discarded like chopped liver.”

And amidst your arguing, there’s Mikey, who is amused as hell and poking fun at both of you.

Yeah, Takemichi isn’t getting involved with that.

Anyways, moving on-

As much as you like to deny your marital status, you still keep the plastic ring Mikey got you on a silver chain around your neck.

The first time he saw it, he had a frown on his face, and you had half a mind to ask if maybe you shouldn’t wear it at all.

Before you could ask, however, he took the piece of plastic between his fingers and gingerly swiped his finger across its surface, frown deepening even further the longer he stared at it.

The silence was unforgiving, leaving you to stare straight at Mikey, wondering what he’s doing and why you were nervous.

Then, the moment your nearly snapped, dark eyes flitted up to meet yours, ceasing any plan to speak.

You remember, clear as day, how the wrinkle between his brows disappeared, how the corners of his lips quirked up the slightest bit to form the softest of smiles, and, especially, how fast your heart began to beat.

“I promise to get you a better one in the future, okay?”

You held your breath then, too caught up in a smile so pure and words so sweet that all you could do was nod.

That day, you fell in love with Sano Manjiro.

Maybe you were already in love with him prior to that time; maybe your heart just didn’t want to acknowledge it till that moment, yet if asked the exact moment when you were certain of your feelings for the charismatic boy, perhaps you’ll tell them it happened the day after, when Mikey showed up with his own ring suspended by a matching silver chain around his neck.

“What’s wrong, (Y/n)? Did you finally fall in love with me?”

And because it’s true, because you can’t deny it any longer, there’s absolutely no hesitation when you respond, “Yeah.”

Mikey, having only been teasing, stops short, eyes widening to the size of saucers as he looks at you. Really, really looks at you.

“You love me back...?” he whispers, almost as if he was talking to himself, and your heart just throbs with affection.

You shrug, feigning nonchalance. “I don’t know, man. You cuffed me at such a young age, so it’s probably just Stockholm Syndrome or whatever. But-”

You walk up to him, taking his ring in the same manner he did yours, and press it to your lips.

“-if by some fluke it’s not, 10 years from now, will you marry me again?”

(Oh, how you relish the fact that you’re the one that made the infamous Invincible Mikey speechless.)

“On one condition.”

“Hm?”

“Baji is the priest.”

Smiling, you slowly let go of the ring in your hands. Then, “Have a wonderful life with whoever you choose to share it with. I wish you eternal happiness.”

You speed walk the hell away from him, forcibly suppressing your laugh when you hear rapid footsteps following closely behind you.

“(Y/n)! I was just joking! Marry me!” Panicked as his movements may sound, you can tell that he’s also holding back from bursting into laughter.

“No! I’m marrying Emma.”

“No way! She doesn’t deserve you! Plus, she has Ken-chin!”

“Then, Shinichiro!”

“Too old!” 

“Gramps!”

“Still too old, stupid!”

Both of your laughter echo down the streets, signaling to whoever will listen of a young love that’s begun to reach full bloom, and from that day, will continue to grow, so long as you’ll have each other. And from the looks of it, such a love has a lifetime to do just that.

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Anon, thank you for the wonderful compliment! I also apologize for the lack of content. I just started writing for Tokyo Revengers, but I do hope to continue to add more for you to enjoy! ❤️

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HI THANK YOU SO MUCH! I HAVE TO ADMIT, I USE ALL MY BRAIN CELLS TO WRITE HUMOR 😭😭

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Baji Being A Menace To Society (And Your Relationship) 2.0

Sequel to: Baji A.K.A. The Worst (Best) Matchmaker

Summary: Baji’s at it again, acting out-of-pocket and creating chaos for absolutely no reason, other than to see you suffer. In his own Baji-esque way, of course.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Warning(s): Boku no Pico is mentioned, but there is absolutely nothing graphic; mentions of masturbation

Note(s): I am so sorry if it isn’t funny. Sadly, I am but an amateur writer, not a comedian. Still, I hope you all enjoy! ^^

"(Y/n), want some ice cream? My treat."

Usually, you'd be the first to jump at an offer for a sweet treat, especially when you don't have to pay. However, as of now, the word 'ice cream,' when said by Baji, instantly triggers your fight-or flight-response. Paired with the fact that he’s broke as hell, your suspicions only increase for the sudden indulgence.

Since you know you're no match for the long-haired menace, your body automatically prepares to flee, legs twitching to lurch into a sprint. Unfortunately for you, just before you can get the fuck out of there, your hand is being grabbed by Mikey, who leisurely begins to tug you along to claim your dessert.

“You like ice cream, right?” he turns to ask, eyes unbelievably soft when looking at you.

And because you’re weak for him, all you can do is nod stiffly, trading in your sanity for the pleased grin that spreads across his face, his confident strides thereafter likely a result of him successfully remembering another miscellaneous fact about you, as has been the case since you officially started dating him. From the most trivial of things, like which brand of pens and pencils you prefer, to the slightly more important stuff, like ice cream being one of your favorite desserts; he’s made the effort of remembering them all.

He really doesn’t need to do any of that, ‘cause you’ll love him either way, but the conscious decision to do so is what makes you love him even more.

Zoning back into reality, you shake your head to reorient yourself. It isn’t the time to be going over the reasons why you’re such a lovesick puppy.

No, there are other things to worry about, mainly Baji.

You squeeze Mikey’s hand as you’re led to the nearest ice cream parlor to try and calm yourself. It works for the most part, especially when you get a reassuring squeeze back.

‘Right,’ you tell yourself, ‘it’s going to be okay.’

After all, Baji wouldn’t do anything too drastic, right?

~~~

You were wrong. So, so wrong.

Despite nothing having transpired yet, every alarm in your head is going off, pounding at the door of reason to get you to wake up and realize that it’s Baji you’re talking about, the same person that sets cars on fire when hungry and punches the first unfortunate soul he passes by on the street when sleepy.

You really should’ve listened to your survival instincts and ran. Alas, it’s much too late to escape, leaving you to wallow in your anxiety, while you wait for misfortune to strike.

And strike it does.

“Please, don’t sit next to me. You make me nauseous.”

“That’s cruel. I bought you ice cream, and you treat me like this?”

Yeah, he may have bought it, but you refuse to eat it because of how intensely Baji is staring at you. Fucking weirdo.

"Oh, do you want some of mine instead, (Y/n)?" Baji accentuates his question with a sensual lick to his ice cream from the edge of the cone to the finessed peak, making you extremely uncomfortable as he stares you down with the full motion.

As slowly as he licks his frozen treat do you slowly raise your middle finger, eliciting chuckles from the other occupants of the table.

You think you won that mini battle, though?

Ha! Nope.

Baji mirrors the vulgar action, not once breaking eye contact as he dips the tip of his finger directly into his ice cream, pulls it out, and proceeds to lick that, too.

Disgusted, you promptly avert your attention elsewhere, praying that Baji won’t continue being, well, himself.

Your prayers fall on deaf ears.

"It's cold!" As soon as the exclamation leaves your mouth, your blood runs glacial, knowing that you've unintentionally played into Baji's trap. The appearance of a sly, almost feral, smirk when you whip your head around to glare confirms what you already know.

The curtain has risen, and you’re standing center stage in a performance you can’t break free from.

"Aw, can't let it go to waste,” Baji continues, reaching over to scoop the ice cream you’re 100% certain he purposely spilled on the front of your shirt, with his fingers.

Then, to your horror and everyone else’s shock, he asks, without an ounce of virtue to his name, "Want me to lick it off with my mouth?"

Chifuyu is seated on the other side of the table, hiding his face in his hands. “Baji-san...”

"It'll stain if it dries like that." Dear God, how you wish to un-see Baji batting his eyelashes at you.

“I don’t care!” At this point, you’ve resorted to clumsily scooting your chair as far away from him as possible, which isn’t actually as far as you’d like considering your surroundings. Hell, so long as you put some distance between yourself and the crazy bastard that wants to see you suffer, you don’t mind having to force yourself halfway onto Mikey’s lap. (The firm hand that keeps you steady by the waist proves that your presence isn’t unwanted either.)

"Geez, (Y/n), you're such a scatterbrain."

Seeing Baji sell the line with a slow tugging of his hair behind the ear has you torn between laughing and dying a little more. Truthfully, his acting is frighteningly impressive, and you would’ve applauded his performance, if not for the fact that the role he’s playing still haunts your dreams.

By this time, most of who accompanied you to the ice cream parlor have figured out what kind of drugs Baji is on this time, which also means that those fuckers have seen, or are at least aware of, the cursed trilogy of questionable porn that’s being reenacted before their eyes, with you as an unwilling co-star. Those that are puzzled as to why people are shoving their fists in their mouths to refrain from laughing are obviously God’s favorites.

“The fuck is going on? I wanna laugh at Baji’s dumbassery, too.”

“Pah-chin... I think it’s best you don’t know.”

Interestingly enough, the one you’re most concerned about hasn’t said anything yet, splitting his attention between observing the scene unfolding and eating his portion of a deluxe sundae.

Then, out of nowhere-

“I understand.”

You and Baji freeze where you are, each of you grasping the other’s collar, you to shove him away, and him to draw you closer.

“(Y/n),” Mikey says, your name rolling silkily off his tongue in a tone much too fond for his next words, “if you like roleplay, just tell me.”

...

“Huh?”

“I’m fine with pissing, remember? So, roleplay shouldn’t be a problem.”

Heat rises to your face at an alarming pace, and it continues to climb as Mikey takes your free hand in his, which serves not to comfort but to unintentionally remind you of the humiliating experience from a few months back. And just when you convinced him that you didn’t want anything to do with getting freaky with the body’s excreta, too.

“You’ve got it wrong! I don’t- arfghfgh?!”

Your prayer to help cool down your flushed cheeks must have been heard, but you’re pretty damn sure you didn’t ask for Baji to shove his ice cream in your mouth!

“Oh, yeah. (Y/n)’s a fuckin’ geek when it comes to roleplay,” the unhinged bastard speaks in your stead, indifferent to the nails clawing at his hand clamped over your mouth. “You should try it with him. We were doing a scene from his favorite anime.”

Mikey tilts his head, interest positively piqued. “Which one is that?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, leader?”

Mikey raises an eyebrow.

Baji opens his mouth.

You lunge.

It’s a series of events that happens in the blink of an eye and ends with loud crashing as you tackle Baji to the ground.

“Listen up, Baji Keisuke. We took an oath that day, and if you dare utter a word of what went down, I’ll consider that a breach of the code of secrecy and take you down, making sure you drown in a pit of your own shame and despair.”

Surprised to have been pinned down so quickly, it takes a while for Baji’s brain to catch up, but when it does, he’s frustratingly unfazed at the threat.

“Oho~ How scary. Too bad for you, I have no shame.”

“Not even if I tell Mama Baji where your porn stash is?”

That has the great Baji tensing up.

“You wouldn’t dare use an underhanded tactic like that.”

Your lips turn into a wicked grin. “Are you sure? I have as much dirt on you as you have on me, and like you, I won’t hesitate to use it to my advantage.”

If your grin is wicked, Baji’s is downright evil, showing off his sharp, gritted canines and all.

“You got balls, (Y/n),” he snarls, “but mine are bigger.”

The boy beneath you opens his mouth, and faster than you can stop him, he just...does it.

“(Y/n) (L/n) watched Boku no Pico and liked it!”

Silence.

Silence is all that’s heard for a good, long minute following the booming roar of the revelation.

You dare not look up to gauge everyone’s reactions, instead keeping your icy glare fixated on Baji, who looks smug as shit for having caused the glorious eruption of heat to spread like wildfire across your entire body, from the tips of your ears down to where your skin disappears under the collar of your jacket.

This...

This is war.

Taking in a deep breath, you answer his uncalled for declaration with your own thunderous shout of, “Baji watched Boku no Pico and jacked off to it! Twice!”

Baji laughs. “Oh, pray tell, saintly (Y/n), how many times did you jack off to it?”

“None of your fucking business, asshole.”

“Pretty fucking sure it is, since we were in the same room.”

Someone chokes, while you choke Baji.

“We. Swore. To. Secrecy. You. Asshole,” you practically growl, with each of your words accompanied by a ruthless back-and-forth shaking of the other boy’s person.

“Let up on the choking, dude. I’m not into that. You, however-”

Unable to take the ceaseless slander to your name anymore, you reel your fist back, but, upon seeing Baji’s cheek turned to you, jaw jutted out, as if inviting you to take your best shot, you hesitate. You know you wouldn’t be able to pack enough of a punch to actually leave an impact on him, which is terribly upsetting.

On the bright side, there’s still one tactic you can use that’ll be just as effective, a technique courtesy of your health teacher, who happily taught it to the class to use in case of an emergency.

Technically, it’s meant to be used to assess a person’s level of consciousness, but you suppose it can be used to get back at inconsiderate idiots, too.

“Ow! Ow! What the fuc-! Ow!”

You keep a straight face as you continue to rub your knuckles against his sternum, fully intent on delivering the worst possible pain to the current bane of your existence. It brings a sort of sadistic satisfaction to hear the ever prideful Baji’s screams of pain, and while it doesn’t completely undo the damage done, it does help soothe your wounded self-esteem.

“You want me stop? Beg for it.”

“Pissing, roleplay, choking, and begging? Goddam- OW!”

Your reign of terror comes to its untimely end when you’re lifted up into the air by the armpits, and through the haze of your power trip, you realize that Baji’s saving grace is Draken, who proceeds to carry you out of the parlor with ease.

“People are staring,” he coolly explains when you protest to having unfinished business.

Pouting, you cross your arms over your chest. “It’s his fault.”

Once outside, Draken doesn’t immediately put you back on your feet, until Mikey strolls out of the parlor. Only when the gang leader has his arms outstretched to you are you promptly deposited on the ground and taken into his embrace.

“Are you done letting off some steam?” is the first thing he asks you. Even though you can’t see his expression, the way he holds you and the way he cradles the back of your head, handling you with the utmost care, is indication enough that there will be no reprimand for, essentially, assaulting your division commander. (You would argue that it was an act of self defense against verbal harassment, but whatever.)

There’s just an overwhelming amount of love. So, so, so much love for each other.

“Yeah, I am,” you eventually answer, followed by a content sigh.

“Good.”

Naturally, that’s the perfect time for the tinkling of the bells above the parlor door to pilfer your attention. Baji’s appearance causes your face to morph into a scowl.

You cling tighter to Mikey, peeking over his shoulder to flip the ravenet off and mouth, ‘Go to Hell.’

As always, Baji answers your attempt to appear opposing with an obnoxious smirk.

‘See you there.’

~~~

“Boku no Pico, huh?”

“Draken, don’t laugh! Baji forced me to watch it!”

“All 3 episodes?”

“Twice.”

“...”

“...”

“Favorite scene...?”

“As if I’d have one.”

"Actually-"

“Ahh! Shut up! Why are you here, stupid Baji?! You live in the other direction!”

~~~

“Hey, (Y/n). Want to try doing the same thing with me?”

You look up, perplexed. Mikey literally just walked into the room, and that was the first thing he said to you.

“Do wha-?”

Your breath catches in your throat when you turn your head, only for you to come centimeters from bumping noses with him. And because he can, he lovingly knocks your foreheads together, too.

“It’s okay. I promise it’ll definitely be fun.”

You should feel ashamed for recognizing the same sequence of lines from Boku no Pico so quickly, though any coherent words are overtaken by an incomprehensible, high-pitched screech, a feat achieved solely by a teenage boy going through puberty.

A combination of shock and amusement crosses over Mikey’s features then. He’s never heard you make that sound before.

It’s cute. Strains the ears quite a bit, but cute.

While Draken lurks beside him, questioning Mikey’s standards of what constitutes as ‘cute,’ you’re sprinting across the room, red-faced, to Baji, who’s already grinning from ear-to-ear.

“Stop tainting my boyfriend, you piece of shit! Give him back his innocence!”

(Unbeknownst to you, whilst immersed in your fit of hysterics, your use of the word ‘boyfriend’ has a certain blond beaming.

“Did you hear that, Ken-chin? He called me his boyfriend.”

“Wow, congrats.”

Mikey either doesn’t give a shit or is simply too smitten to acknowledge Draken’s apathetic response.)

Baji blinks, unable to believe what you’re trying to insinuate. “Innocent? That little gremlin motherfucker?”

Both of you look in Mikey’s direction. When he sees you staring, he breaks out in a smile and throws a wave.

Your heart involuntarily skips a beat at the sight, and, okay, you’re convinced. Mikey deserves better than knowing of that cursed series’ existence.

Clearly, you’re down bad for Toman’s leader, and as such, Baji figures he can use that to quench his boredom for the day.

“Ooh, if only you knew what he gets off to.”

The tone in his voice instantly rouses suspicion. You narrow your eyes at him. “I don’t care what kind of porn he gets off to.”

“Porn? Nah, ya silly goose-”

“Don’t call me that.”

Baji ignores your comment as he moves to sling one arm around your shoulders, the other raising up to mimic an obscene tugging motion that no teenage boy is a stranger to.

“He jerks it to yo-”

BAM!

One second, Baji is lazily hanging off of your person, the next, he’s sprawled out on the floor, face down, and groaning in pain. You expect nothing less after witnessing him receive a rather impressive flying kick to the chest from Mikey.

Before you can assess the full damage, your view gets obscured by a pair of keys.

“Wanna take my bike out for a spin?”

Yes, you know Mikey is trying to divert your attention from whatever Baji was going to say, and, yes, you probably should check on the figure that has yet to get up.

But do you really care?

You take one glance at Baji’s concerningly unmoving body and quickly come to a conclusion.

You do not.

That being said, you quite literally drag Mikey and, by extension, Draken out of there, chanting an excited, “Let’s go!” on your way, abandoning Baji to wither on the ground.

Baji?

Baji feels betrayed.

~~~

"Chifuyu?”

“Hm?”

“Y’know, I was joking.” Baji flips onto his back with a grunt. “Man, who knew Mikey was all grown up?”

The vice captain of the first division hums, seemingly uninterested in his commander’s musings.

It goes quiet for a few minutes, the sole instigator of noise being Chifuyu flipping the pages of his manga.

Unpredictable is Baji, and the same goes for his train of thought.

“I should punch Mikey for kicking me.”

“No, you’d get beat up.”

“...”

“I should punch (Y/n) for Mikey kicking me.”

Truly, unpredictable and senseless.

“You’d still get beat up.”

Baji opens his mouth to argue.

“By Mikey.”

He promptly closes it.

“Fuck it. I’ll keep spicing up their relationship as payback.”

Sighing, Chifuyu closes his book to crouch down next to him. “Baji-san, with all due respect, you’re an asshole.”

Baji Keisuke has experienced betrayal twice today.

And he deserved it both times.

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Thank you so much, Anon!! It means a lot to hear feedback from you 😊❤️

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ANON I'M SO GLAD YOU ACTUALLY LIKE IT BUT WHY??? IT'S SO FUCKING WEIRD??

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I can’t guarantee anything, so I’d say just keep an eye out in case I actually write one lol

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Baji A.K.A. The Worst (Best) Matchmaker Ever

Summary: Baji dares you to call Mikey a ‘piss boy.’ You’re an idiot, so of course you say you’ll do it. Things don’t go as planned...or do they?

Pairing: Sano Manjirou | Mikey x Male Reader

Warning(s): mentions of omorashi (pissing), but there’s no actual pissing involved

You’re gonna die. Oh, dear God, our holy Lord and savior, you’re gonna fucking die.

Baji may be an idiot, but you’re an even bigger idiot for letting him convince you to call Mikey a piss boy.

It’s a pretty damn good trade-off, you foolishly reasoned when you accepted his offer: $10 and a spin on his motorcycle, which is basically hitting the jackpot for a broke, motorcycle-less middle schooler like yourself.

Now, what you failed to take into consideration, is that you’d literally be risking your life. Had you taken a step back and used your brain for a second or two, you would’ve realized that calling Mikey, of all people, a ‘piss boy’ isn’t worth the measly $10 Baji is currently waving in the air from across the room.

You open your mouth to chicken out. Baji pulls out another $10.

“You wanna waste your allowance? Fuckin’ fine,” you grumble under your breath, making damn well sure your icy glare is received and, yeah, the irritating smirk that widens across Baji’s face when you continue on your path to your demise means your message is read, crystal clear. He just doesn’t give a shit.

Taking a deep breath, you square your shoulders and practically march towards where Mikey is casually munching on fresh taiyaki, legs crisscrossed as he sits atop an old crate.

Oh, man. What would’ve been worse: interrupting one of Mikey’s naps or interrupting him mid-snack?

(Un)Luckily, you get to experience one of them today!

When your footsteps lead you to where you don’t want to be, you stop to stand directly in front of your target, who doesn’t immediately look up in your presence. Simply keeps munch, munch, munching.

It gives you a chance to hesitate, a chance to rethink your reckless decision, a chance to back out and save yourself from a one-sided ass beating.

Alas, the chance to make that split-second decision vanishes when deep, dark eyes flicker up to meet yours, the owner’s expression reading that he’s not exactly bothered to see you there, rather, simply curious to know what you want.

It’s the perfect moment to get this bet over and done with, so, along with your prayers, you just go outright and say it.

“‘Sup, Piss Boy.”

Mikey stops chewing, and you already feel your heart about to burst out of your chest.

The room comes to a dead silence, making it all the more nerve-wracking when, following a dreadful minute of absolutely nothing, Toman’s leader speaks.

“What.”

It’s the only word he says, voice low, emotionless, and instead of it being a question, it’s a demand, a challenge even, to dare you to reaffirm what couldn’t have possibly come out of your mouth.

You remind yourself to breathe, while mentally preparing yourself to get decked in the face, ‘cause it’s way too late to backpedal now. One of your feet is already in the grave; it wouldn’t hurt to speed things up and launch your entire body in there.

“Nothing. I just- I wanted to know how my, uh...my little piss boy is...doing?”

Well, you lived a good life.

Mikey stares at you, unblinking.

One second passes. Two.

Then-

“Are you into that?”

“I- Huh?”

“Baji said you’re into some weird stuff, but that’s pretty fucking dirty, (Y/n). Even dirtier than Ken-chin’s tastes.”

(”Don’t fucking drag me into this shit.”)

Seeing the horrified confusion on your face, Mikey’s head tilts ever so slightly to the side.

“You want me to take a leak on you, right?” he asks, and that’s when your soul says its farewell, leaving behind a red-faced corpse on the verge of combusting. Bringing a hand to his chin, he adds, “Or, did you want to piss on me?”

You thought getting beat up by Mikey would be bad?

No, no, no.

You’d gladly take that over this humiliation.

“Hey, Baji! What did the couple in your porn mag do? Did they take turns or what?”

And Baji, the piece of shit, can’t hold it in anymore and breaks out in the most obnoxious laughter, the kind that’s loud, unrestrained, and has him doubling over, gasping for air.

“Oh, fuck, this is gold!” He’s wheezing at this point, triggering a few of the others to start laughing as well, including Mitsuya, who, to his credit, at least tries to stifle his laughter. “Ask (Y/n) what he prefers! Ask!”

At the other boy’s persistence, Mikey raises an eyebrow at you, giving you his full attention as though genuinely curious to know what your pissing preferences are. It causes the flush coloring your face to turn 10 shades darker and 10 degrees hotter.

You don’t know what’s worse: the fact that your friends now think you have a piss kink, or the fact that Mikey is open to exploring said kink with you.

“So, what’ll it be?”

“I...” What do you even say in this situation?

“Do you want me to pee on you?” Mikey asks again in a much softer voice, hoping it’ll reassure you into giving him a direct answer. He doesn’t want to scare you, no. Knowing how nervous you get around him, he’s been doing his best to show only the good sides of himself to you.

That must be why he takes your hand in his, giving it a little squeeze to encourage you to speak up. What he doesn’t know, is that as opposed to being comforted by the kind action, it makes you feel mortified, especially at the insinuation of you wanting him to release his bodily fluids on you.

So mortified, actually, that the first thing that comes out of your mouth is an unintentionally shy, “Please, don’t pee on me...”

You realize your mistake the second those words are said.

Ahh! No! That’s not what you were supposed to say!

Why didn’t you say you don’t want anything to do with piss in general?!

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

Your head is spinning, thoughts going haywire after misspeaking , but what really sends you over the edge is the, admittedly, cute little smile you catch on Mikey’s face. Now, not only is your head in disarray, so is your heart.

“Alright. Since it’s you, I’ll let you do it.”

Nope. That’s it for you. Time to clock out of consciousness.

Thump!

“Oh. He passed out.”

Abrupt as it is, your passing out is of no concern whatsoever to Mikey. Nah, he finds it endearing as hell and crouches down to admire your ‘sleeping’ face.

“He must’ve been super happy,” he fondly muses, completely ignoring Draken’s advice to make sure you’re still breathing in favor of stroking your head and pinching your cheeks. 

(”He might die, dumbass. I’m tellin’ ya.”

“He won’t. (Y/n)’s strong.”)

On the other side of the room, Baji has zero fuel left in him to bark out another laugh at Mikey and his gullibility when it comes to wooing the person he fancies, though he does have the energy to wipe away the tears at the corners of his eyes.

“Best $20 I’ve ever spent,” he blissfully remarks to Chifuyu.

“Baji-san, this isn’t how you play matchmaker.”

“Dude, this is exactly how you play matchmaker.”

To prove his point, the long-haired teen points back to where Mikey is sitting beside you on the ground, carrying out a normal conversation with Draken, like there isn’t an unconscious person right beside them.

“Ken-chin, where should I take (Y/n) for our first date?”

“Huh? Date? I thought he was just gonna piss on you?”

“That means he likes me, Ken-chin,” Mikey explains, sounding, for all it’s worth, similar to a parent teaching their child a new life lesson. “And if the person I like likes me enough to want to piss on me, then, obviously, I should take him on a date.”

It makes no fucking sense, but if Mikey wants to believe that your love language is spilling less than desirable bodily fluids on each other, then so be it.

Because for him, anything goes as long as it’s you.

Not only are you $20 richer, you also scored yourself a date with someone that would let you take a piss on them and vice versa.

Aren’t you a lucky guy?

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It’s Not A Crime If We Don’t Get Caught (Takemichi Be Quiet!)

Summary: Emma loves her brother, a lot. And she'd do anything for him. Of course, that also means she's willing to kidnap his (temporarily) ex-boyfriend when he comes back to Tokyo after moving away for 3 years to help get them back together.

Pairing: Sano Manjirou | Mikey x Male Reader

“You kidnapped someone?!”

“Shh! Takemichi-kun, not so loud!”

Despite being understandably alarmed, Takemichi shrinks back onto his knees as though he’s the one in the wrong, as expected when the one telling him to quiet down is Hina. Next to her, Emma is busy trying to calm down the squirming figure on the ground, whose entire body is restrained with thick rope. Along with being bound nice and tight, the boy’s eyes, ears, and mouth have been robbed of their senses, courtesy of two silk handkerchiefs and a pair of earmuffs.

Takemichi gulps, the severity of the situation slowly creeping up on him the longer he stares at the poor guy that’s fallen victim to the whims of the teenage girls with him.

“Who is he?” he can't help but ask, because he sure as hell deserves to know the identity of the boy he’s currently an accomplice to kidnapping.

Emma looks up from where she’s adjusting the boy’s blindfold. Then, answers as easily as reporting the day’s weather forecast, “Mikey’s ex-boyfriend.”

“Oh… Okay.”

As if!

Takemichi has so many questions, so many things he wants to say, and all of it is, thankfully, addressed once the battle between detainer and detainee results in Emma’s win, leaving the worn out boy nearly motionless on the ground. The blond would be concerned, if he wasn’t more interested in the story behind sweet Hina and Emma breaking the fucking law.

“(L/n) (Y/n), a.k.a. Mikey’s first love and first boyfriend.”

As per the recounting of Emma, when they were barely old enough to attend elementary school, (Y/n) mistook Mikey as one of his bullies and smashed a cupcake in his face, and the only reason why he wasn’t beat up on the spot is because of how hard he was sobbing.

Now, Toman’s leader was - and still is - a strange fellow, so while he usually wouldn’t have hesitated beating up the kid that managed to shove icing up his nose, he reconsidered for one reason and one reason alone.

‘You’re pretty when you cry. Kinda like a girl.’

Of course, that only made the scared, confused little (Y/n) cry more. Luckily for them, Shinichiro came to the rescue to deescalate the situation, a mission deemed successful with a good old scolding for Mikey and lots of comfort for a shaken (Y/n).

Mikey absolutely refused to apologize. (’I didn’t even do anything!’)

But (Y/n) built up the courage and apologized first, and along with his heartfelt apology, he offered the blond a single cupcake, the same kind that caused the incident in the first place.

“Ah, so Mikey-kun and (Y/n)-kun became friends after that?”

“Huh?” Emma looks at Takemichi as if he just asked the stupidest question known to mankind. “Not a chance.”

‘I don’t want it,’ Mikey had said, bored.

‘Why not?’

‘I’m not in the mood for cupcakes.’

Dumbfounded, (Y/n) simply stood there, his homemade cupcake - which took lots of hard work to make, mind you - in hand as Mikey asked his brother if he could leave yet.

So, what did the fed up (h/c)head do?

He fucking threw it at the blond’s retreating back, hoping it would cake his hair in sticky icing.

What he didn’t anticipate was for it to miss the target and hit Shinichiro instead. As a result of Mikey being considerably shorter than his brother, the misfortune (Y/n) had wished upon the younger Sano had fallen upon the older Sano’s crotch, creating a rather...inappropriate picture.

While Mikey laughed his ass off, poking nonstop fun at Shinichiro, (Y/n) was spewing teary-eyed apologies left and right, claiming that he wanted to hit the other one.

In the end, Shinichiro just sighed, took each of their hands in his own and decided to treat the chaos-inducing kids to dorayaki. You can never go wrong with dorayaki, right?

‘Hey, you have an amazing aim.’

(Y/n) promptly turned away from the blond boy peeking at him from the other side of Shinichiro, little hands wiping away the stray tears in his eyes.

‘I was aiming for your head, dumbass.’

‘My name’s not dumbass, dumbass. It’s Manjirou.’

‘...’

Mikey didn’t mind that the other boy didn’t immediately offer his name. Rather-

‘Not giving me your name makes me more mature than you, doesn’t it, cry baby?’

The sheer smugness in his voice pissed (Y/n) off even more.

‘You’re so annoying! My name is (Y/n), okay?! You better remember it.’

Following that incident, every time those two fought - meaning, every time Mikey went out of his way to bug (Y/n) to the point of frustrated tears - Shinichiro would buy them dorayaki and tell them to make up. When it was especially bad, he’d force them to hold hands, much to both of their chagrin. But hey, it worked. 

(Although, if the duo ended up dating because of it, perhaps it worked a little too well.

‘You don’t have to piss me off whenever you want to get dorayaki with me, y’know. Jeez, just ask me out like a normal person.’

‘Then, (Y/n), let’s go on a dorayaki date!’)

“What a strange way to begin a relationship,” Takemichi muses, but when he really thinks about it, it is Mikey they’re talking about, the same person that happily used beaten up third-years as literal stepping stones for his entertainment. Perhaps it’s not as unusual as it seems.

“(Y/n) had to move halfway across the world because of his parents’ jobs, meaning he also had to leave Mikey,” Emma explains, revealing the final piece of the puzzle. “Now that he’s back, I’m definitely gonna get them back together!”

“Get who back together?”

All three teens startle at the familiar voice and slowly turn their heads to see that, there, standing under Emma’s open bedroom door, is the other half of the main characters in her and Hina’s master plan, and he’s staring at the struggling captive on the floor, head tilted in pure confusion.

“Mikey-kun?!”

Shit. There’s no way in hell they’re getting out of this one.

“Um-! This isn’t what it looks like!”

Well, no matter how many flustered, half-assed excuses Takemichi spews at him, Mikey ignores every single one of them, choosing instead to go and crouch down next to (Y/n) to remove the items obstructing his hearing and vision.

“We were supposed to go on a date today, but here you are, getting kidnapped by my little sister,” he says, tone a little bit mocking, a little bit chiding, but so, so fond.

Once the gag comes off, (Y/n) takes a giant intake of air to make up for the past few hours’ lack of it. At the same time, he’s blinking squinted (e/c) eyes to get used to the surge of light that invades his vision, the fading circles nearly making him dizzy with how rapidly they appear and disappear.

“Sorry for getting abducted on my way to see you?” he ends up saying just to placate the unimpressed boy in front of him, except the words end up tapering off into genuine confusion.

In response, Mikey crosses his arms across his chest to form an ‘X.’

“Apology denied.”

Arms still bound at the wrists but no longer glued to the rest of his body, the miffed (h/c)head strains his limbs to grab at Mikey’s face, lithe fingers pinching and pulling at his cheeks for being an absolute brat. It goes without saying, it’s an equal war, what with Mikey doing the same as soon his precious skin is seized in (Y/n)’s clutches.

It gets awkward real quick for the other occupants of the room, for the feeling of them being third, fourth, and fifth wheels is enormous. One small cough from Emma has the duo momentarily halting their shenanigans long enough to remember that they’re not alone.

“Oh, Takemitchy, Hina,” Mikey begins, finally conceding defeat when he lets go of the other’s face, “this is my boyfriend, (Y/n).”

Emma, in spite of not being the one addressed, is the first to react. “You guys got back together already?”

Cue twin head tilts and owlish blinking.

“Back together?” Mikey throws an arm around (Y/n)’s shoulders, pulling him that much closer to him, shoulder to shoulder, with their heads lightly knocking together. “Who said we ever split up?”

Emma points an accusing finger at her brother. “But...but you sulked for months! So I thought-!”

“That’s what you do when you know you can’t see someone for a long time, right?”

“I mean, yes, but…”

“Besides,” Mikey flashes his phone, nonchalant as he presses his cheek to (Y/n)’s, “long distance relationships are a thing.”

Silence befalls the room, with the three dazed 'criminals’ desperately trying to process the unexpected turn of events, and it’s in the midst of this entire fiasco that a timid voice speaks up, as if afraid to interrupt.

“Great to see this whole misunderstanding cleared up and all, but can someone please untie me now? My wrists have been aching for a while now.”

…

“We are so, so very sorry.”

(Y/n) looks up from where Mikey is tenderly massaging his wrists and waves the kneeling trio off with a sheepish smile, cheeks tinted the faintest shades of pink from all the attention.

“It’s not like you meant any real harm, so don’t worry about it. Maybe talk about it with me next time, though, yeah?”

With everything over and done with, there leaves just one burning question on Emma’s mind.

Truthfully, the girls had been out shopping when they encountered (Y/n), and it was only then that Emma was made aware of the fact that he was back in the country in the first place. The kidnapping was executed shortly after, thanks to Hina’s suspiciously quick attainment of grade-A kidnapping materials and Emma’s stealthy tailing skills.

However!

What the hell is (Y/n) doing here? She knows that it’s summer vacation for him, but as far as she remembers, his parents never let him visit Japan since their departure. So, why now?

Now that he thinks about it, Mikey doesn’t know the answer to that question either. The news of (Y/n) coming back was enough for him, so he never bothered to ask the purpose of his trip.

“Manjirou, I never told you?” (Y/n) asks, eyes wide.

In that moment, (Y/n) becomes acutely aware of the hand that slides down to hold his, their fingers gently intertwining. Although Mikey shakes his head, a second later, he’s resting it right on top of the other boy’s, a wordless conveyance that he doesn’t particularly care that much. So long as he’s here, that’s all that matters to him.

(Y/n) squeezes his hand, smiling when he gets a firm squeeze back.

“I’m moving back for good.”

Mikey doesn’t show it, but (Y/n) feels how tense he becomes, only to relax with another squeeze of the hand.

“You’re staying...?”

“Mhm.”

Again, there’s nothing from Mikey, but when he finally speaks, finally breathes, it’s a quiet utterance of, “Welcome home, (Y/n).”

“I’m home, Manjirou.”

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Random square badge: 500¥ 

Random acrylic key holder: 850¥ 

Random acrylic coaster: 800¥ 

Random clearfile: 500¥ 

Iphone case: 2500¥ (Size iphone 6/6s/7/8)

Pouch: 1500¥ 

Pass case: 1500¥ 

Blanket: 3900¥ 

Tottebag: 1900¥ 

Mug cup 1800¥ 

Sticker set A/B/C: 950¥

I’ll do the proxy if the number of order reach 4 person :). DM me here or at my twitter (@angelic1408) if you’re interested