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𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 (𝑹𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

They would be attentive and jealous brothers, Ran would be the most careful, he would protect you from everything and everyone and would always be suspicious when someone approaches you, while Rindou is the most affectionate, always giving you attention and trying to be a good brother.

Ran almost always buys you gifts, like his big brother, he knows you better than anyone else, so he always presents you with the things you like the most. Rindou doesn't usually give you many gifts, but he takes you to several fun places, parks, malls, stores, among other places, he always lets you buy whatever you want, in addition, he buys several sweets for you to eat (Ran always steals your ice cream to annoy you).

As the eldest brother, Ran strives to make up for the absence of your parents, so he treats you and Rindou like babies, always looking out for your well-being and preventing you from getting into trouble, even though Rindou and him do. part of gangs, they keep you away from it, neither of you would forgive each other if something happened to you, like your brothers, both are responsible for you and love you very much.

During the night, knowing Ran's heavy sleep, you and Rindou go to the kitchen to make snacks, being careful not to wake him up, you spend a lot of time in the kitchen eating and talking. Rindou always listens carefully to what you have to say, he is really interested in the subjects you like, in addition, he usually talks about how his and Ran's day was, because you don't accompany them when they are with you. other gang members.

Ran loves doing different hairstyles in your hair and the three of you often wear similar hairstyles and clothes, in addition, Ran likes to buy clothes for you, sometimes the three of you go to expensive stores and he lets you choose whatever you want, Rindou also likes to fix your hair, sometimes he spends hours petting it, he always says that your hair is beautiful just like his and that makes him very happy, Ran always compliments you and says how much he loves your brother and Rindou, you really are the most important things he has in life.

Both of them taught you how to fight, they think it's very important that you know how to defend yourself if they're not around, despite knowing that it's very difficult for someone to want to mess with you knowing that you're part of their family. Despite this, they worry about your safety, so they are almost always around.

have i been having a hyperfixation on hanma and kisaki for several months? yes, absolutely

do i regret it tho? absolutely not

(okay, maybe i do just a little, because they are assholes, like you can't tell me they are not, but i still like them for some reason (why do i always like villains, antagonists, and just bad guys, i don't like liking them!!!!))

also.......... am i the only one who feels like their voices in japanese dub don't suit them? cause whenever i hear them talking i just start wheezing uncontrollably, like what the heck, why are they so funny?

TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN THEY FOUND A SKETCH OF THEMSELVES, DRAWN BY YOU - Drabbles

CHARACTER(S): Bonten WARNING/S: none :P Request

a/n: sorry, it took so long. first time writing for Takeomi and Mochi.

Mikey was never the prying type, but when he saw the canvas-like notebook among your things, one he saw you always scribbling in during meetings, curiosity got the best of him. he flipped through the pages of the book, the content have him being entranced as early as the first page. sketches of the Bonten executives linger on every page, the details exquisite as it can get, among those sketches he found himself. It was not weird to find himself among the others but seeing that majority of your drawings were him, mostly sketches of him eating dorayaki or dozing off during a meeting, either way, you manage to find and capture an innocent side of him, completely different to his current dark life. a small rare smile spread on Mikeys' lips as he continue to flip through the pages, but despite his attention completely drawn to your sketches he didn't miss the way you entered the room, followed by a gasp as he turned to look at you. and if Mikey thought your Sketches were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, your flustered self was even more alluring, with rosy cheeks and an awkward smile as you fidget with the hem of your shirt. suddenly bowing as you apologized for drawing him without permission. gently closing your sketchbook before making his way towards the exit behind you, Mikey passed by you but stop midway as if thinking about somehing before slightly glancing back at you.

"come with me, we should discuss your new position as my 2nd secretary"

Sanzu scans the sketches you drew once more, a hum of approval escaping his lips as he spins around on the chair, your chair. he was just supposed to drop some document on your table when he accidentally found your sketches, and instead of being a good person, Sanzu chooses to pry, opening the sketchbook as if he owned it. as soon as he flips it open, Ran's face was what he saw, earning a scowl from him, flipping to the next he saw Rindou, Koko on the next. frustrated he flipped through the entire sketchbook, every page filled with his team members, and not a single sketch of him. he was so close to flipping and complaining at you when he happen to stumble to another sketchbook, after rummaging your desk, which he aims to apologize to you later. the new sketchbook was filled with only his portrait, raging from sketches from when he was fighting to his serious face as he discusses something with the others, either way, you manage to capture all his best sides and the fact that you dedicated a whole new sketchbook just for him erases all his earlier frustration. Sanzu can't help but take a selfie of one of your sketches of him and sent it to you with a very cute caption.

"I should just steal you from Koko and make you work for me"

Kakucho silently and seriously scans the document you handed him, courtesy of Koko, it was just a financial report as usual nothing out of the ordinary, numbers after numbers yet as he flips through the next page a cough immediately escapes him, his face feeling rather hot. somehow a sketch of himself was mixed among the report, his name clearly written on the bottom with unmistakably your handwriting. the paper was a little torn but still intact, and despite it all - the sketch was so detailed that he easily identified himself, the cute doodle of the heart on the edge of the paper sending his heart into a frenzy. Kakucho is known to always have a stern or serious look on his face making him seem cold, even he knew that. yet the sketch you had drawn him depicted him with a small smile, making him appear kind. he melted inside. that day, instead of his secretary, Kakucho personally returned the documents to you, making sure you received them before quickly scrambling away with a rather red face. and to your surprise, you found the sketch you made among the reports and before you can pray that he didn't see it, you fond words were neatly written on it.

"meet me later at the bar across the street - Kakucho "

Mochi had become more conscious of his appearance ever since Ran randomly blurted it out to him that you've been sketching the members. he was doubtful at first but after catching your gaze one time before quickly scribbling down into a piece of paper had him correcting his doubts that the very next day he showed up dress-up more than usual. Mochi was so conscious that whenever you're in the same room as him he becomes stiff as he overthinks whether he should pose or not for you. this goes on for a few more days, the sudden change in his personality exhausts him and after a very meaningful and serious talk with Takeomi, he decided to just confront you about it. and sure enough, he found you sketching once more, with his powerful stature, towering above you had him freezing on the spot as you look up from your curled up form, his eyes catching the sketch you were currently doing, the person on the sketch unmistakenly his.

"So I heard you drew me…any chance I can see it over a cup of coffee?"

As much as Ran was amazed by your drawings, he was more astonished by your embarrassed state as you stood in front of him, face red, and avoiding eye contact as he smirks at your predicament. much like Sanzu he accidentally stumbled upon your sketchbook as he decided to forgo privacy and search your desk for some stapler but instead find something more valuable. he can't stop his lips from grinning as he flips through every page to find his portrait from various angles, only frowning when he found sketches of his fellow executives. but he was too lost to the high to keep lingering on them. his favorite of them all was his half-body sketch, you captured even his downturned eyes-his short hair that is styled slicked back even his earing, you captured down to every detail. although almost looking perfect there was one minor detail he notice, his tattoo stretching from his nape and collarbones down to his torso was lacking, possibly because of the fact that you haven't seen him without his shirt-which, he quickly propose a solution to you when you walk in with him grinning from ear to ear, your sketchbook on his hand.

"so how about it? drawing me like one of your french girls?"

Rindou already knew you were drawing him, it was hard not to when he always caught your stares during meetings, your wandering gaze coming up to his face as if memorizing every detail of his face and Rindo always felt warmth shot to his cheeks every time. when he would ask you, you always deny it claiming you were taking down notes. so when he caught you in the act, he didn't let the chance slip by. a satisfied, annoying smirk playing on his lips as he snatches the sketchbook away from you, he was ready to tease you or give a witty remark. but upon a closer look at the sketch drawn on the blank canvas, his black and purple hair standing out and bringing the whole sketch into life had him getting speechless. the familiar warmth creeping up his cheeks as he opens and closes his mouth, not finding any words to say. Needless to say, he love it very much that he also got you many more sketchbooks with a clear demand.

"Only fill them with my portrait"

Kokonoi has always been curious about what you've always scribbled, the sound of the pencil running across the paper always reaches his ears whenever you are around. his interest skyrockets when you refuse to show him the book when he asked for it, even though you work for him. he had no choice but to catch you off guard one time and sneakilly snatch the sketchbook on your desk. to his surprise his pair of black eyes stare back at him, his white hair flows with so much detail that it looks so real. the sketch itself shows the elegance of his lifestyle, the jeweled earing he was earning, the gold chain hanging on his neck, and even his favorite expensive bottle of wine in the background. he can only fathom how much time it took you to draw him and makes him wonder of other possibilities you can do, he didn't waste any more time as he staked the whole hideout to find you and make a very tempting offer.

"how much do you want for it?"

Takeomi always felt your stares, but when he would turn to look, you would already be buried in your sketchbook, eyes focused only on the paper in front of you. Takeomi is smart but he had no evidence so every time he would suspiciously narrow his eyes at you. and somehow he manages to take hold of one of your sketches of him, thanks to his strong connection with the Bonten members. he huffs a puff of smoke, a cigarette between his fingers, as his eyes focus on the sketch you made. the most noticeable on the portrait was the scar running down his eye, though many claims it made him look scary, somehow you manage to capture it in an angle that made him look more serene. was this how you see him? Takeomi didn't waste any time looking for you, quietly handing you the now folded sketch, a small smile decorating his lips as he watch you curiously unfold the paper, a look of recognition passing your eyes before your face grew red. you were about to fold it back and bury it somewhere he will never find, but he was faster as he quickly took hold of your hand to stop you and stood almost threateningly in front of you, a smirk on his lips.

"I didn’t know Koko's little secretary thinks of me that way"

Mikey headcanons

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Mikey is always touching you whenever he can. If your walking with him you better believe he's holding your hand. He'll even go as far as to give you a piggy back ride when your tired.

Knows and life's by the sidewalk rule

Won't let you open door for yourself he has to open them for you with a "A queen should never have to open her own doors."

Mikey would steal your lollipops. If you have one in your mouth he'll go and just steal it even though you had just given him one for himself.

He knows your strong and can hold your own in a fight so he'll take you to fight alongside toman. Will get mad at himself if you end up hurt even if it's just a scratch because he's the one who took you there.

Loves it when you do his hair. Like when Draken is doing it he'll complain about how you do it better

Random dates he will just appear at your doorstep like "We are going on a date yayyyy!"

Mikey has given you a lot of his jackets and starts whining when you are wearing your own one instead of his.

If or when you guys have /adopt a kid he would tell them story's about his big brother Shinichiro while he works on a motorcycle in the garage

Speaking of Shinichiro, Mikey would want to be the kind of role model Shinichiro was to him.

Kinda short I'm sorry but I couldn't really think about anything else 😅

hi hehe can I request a shy reader that owns a bakery and mikey walks in one day soaking wet from the rain, so the reader fussed over him before offering sweets :0? - 🔆

A.N: Hi there!

Thank you for the request.💙💛

I hope this was something that you had in mind, and that you will like this. Enjoy 💙💛

Update: Now PART 2

Title: Taiyaki for the Soul

Pairing: Manjiro x Reader 

Genre: Fluff |Warning: some angst since I chose Bonten Mikey | Words: 4.5K

The weather wasn’t getting better, so your decision, to let your cashier home early seemed like the right call. You would hate it if the poor older woman had to walk to her bus in such horrific conditions. It was the type of weather no one should be left outside and given the lack of customers inside your small bakery and on the street behind the large windows, it seemed most of the people really took that advice. 

You played with the business card near the register for the last half hour arranging them across the small plate they were usually placed for customers to see and pick them up if they felt like it.

It was overall a boring day due to the rain, and it seemed like you even might end up closing early and going home yourself when your eyes caught some sort of movement outside in the darkness and nonstop downpour.

A person outside in this weather?

You walked from the other side of the counter closer to the large windows and peeked outside. It was still hard to see a lot, but even so, after a while, your eyes could make out the shadowy figure standing outside your bakery. 

This caused you to gasp a bit alarmed. It was raining and the wind was horrific, and yet this person was just standing there without an umbrella or raincoat or anything really. 

They could be homeless.

The idea that anyone would be forced to spend their evening outside in such conditions didn’t sit right with you, but what could you do about it? In general, you were not good at interacting with people. You preferred to bake alone in the comfort of your kitchen and have your cashier deal with customers. You were better with people you knew for a longer time, but even so, it often felt like too much to even speak out loud when asked let alone when you needed to ask something.

But the weather is really bad, and they’re just standing there.

You tried to rationalize that they had to see the lights coming from your bakery so if they felt like coming in they would have, but…

Don’t we all sometimes want things, but are too afraid to reach for them ourselves? 

With that in mind and before your doubts could get the best of you, you opened the door and called out through the sounds of the wind, ‘Excuse me!’

The person stood not far from you and the door to the bakery with their back turned to you, so you tried again, this time a bit louder, ‘Excuse me! Would you like to come inside, please?!’ 

You couldn’t help, but feel silly that you were yelling on the street like this. You weren’t used to yelling at all. You tried to avoid it as much as you could, but given the loud sounds of the wind and rain, it couldn’t be helped. 

The person didn’t turn around, but they might have just not heard you. 

You rushed back inside and snatched something to throw across your head and shoulders and put on outside shoes before you opened the door again partly shocked that the person was still there. 

You stepped outside and touched that person’s arm not wanting to startle them in case they didn’t hear you.

They flinched anyway, and when they turned around, you were shocked to find such empty eyes looking back at you. You couldn’t explain how they looked if you tried, but there was something profoundly empty almost dead about them that caused an instant chill to rush toward your heart making you feel sad just by looking at them. 

How can anyone still alive have such dead eyes?

You feared to think about what had to happen to them.

The person, who you now could see was a young man with white hair, was staring at you blinked releasing you from the intense lifeless imprisonment of his gaze and caused you to stutter, ‘Uh-you-if…w-w-would you…,’ the rest came out too rushed, ‘like-to-come-inside?’ 

You felt cringed over how pathetic you sounded cursing yourself for it a bit.

The man didn’t say anything. He just carried on staring at you with his dark empty eyes causing you to feel even more nervous and like an idiot, since it must have looked odd that out of the blue someone asked him to come inside, ‘It’s really…cold and uh, this weather will make you sick. So if you want you could come inside with me.’

The dark eyes blinked again, and the man looked up behind you at your bakery probably trying to piece together what was it that you wanted from him.

You bit your lip imagining this going better inside your mind and cursing yourself for making this so hard and weird, ‘Please?’

The dark eyes snapped back at you, and even if they stayed lifeless the rest of his face appeared confused more than anything, but to your absolute surprise and delight, the man gave out a single and curt nod which got you to immediately let out a sigh of relief and quickly turn around motioning for him to follow. 

Once inside you quickly put down your coat and changed your shoes into a pair of slippers for when you were behind the counter and kitchen, ‘Wait here, please. I’ll find you some towel.’

You snatched a couple of dry and warm from the oven towels and rushed back to the man who now seemed to have taken a seat at one of the stools meant for customers who were waiting for their orders.

‘Here,’ you managed to get out a bit too squeakily since now all too aware this man was in your bakery, your shyness started to kick in all over, ‘Uh, you need to dry yourself…so you don’t get cold, you know?’ You asked at the same time shaking your head and avoiding their gaze a bit.

‘Thanks,’ he said shortly and simply back. 

He took the towel from your hands almost lazily or less than lazily like it was almost pointless and started to dry his hair which now you could see wasn’t blond or white, but silver. 

You didn’t question the odd choice. You saw many customers from tourists to regulars, so you were not unfamiliar with varieties of hairstyles and clothing. Despite the exhaustion or even more depression and complete dejection of life that was coming off of him in waves now, you couldn’t help but notice he was rather attractive. The hair color suited him just fine.

Apart from his hair, he seemed to be dressed in simple black pants and a shirt with long sleeves. The most bizarre thing about him was the flip-flops attached to his feet. If you didn’t think it was unimaginable, you would think, this man simply put on something for a nice evening stroll. But how could that be when the weather was so profoundly terrible? 

But his eyes look so…dead…

‘Is there a problem?’ asked the man suddenly breaking your train of thoughts as you realized that you had spaced out with your own eyes at him, and he must have realized it. 

Almost immediately, the cold was the last thing on your mind as your whole face felt warm from the shame and embarrassment, and you bowed a bit, ‘No, sorry!’

You quickly turned around, ‘It’s really cold outside. You shouldn’t just go out dressed like that or at all in such weather, you know? I…I’ll turn on the heat and make you some tea. Herbal?’

You didn’t really give him time to finish and rushed behind the counter busing yourself there for a bit all the while stealing glances at the man as he finished drying himself and set the towels over the chairs. 

He wasn’t all that tall, and although he was built a bit better, you could see he looked like he hadn’t had a decent sleep and meal in a while which made your heart clench again for some reason, ‘Here’s your tea.’

He came closer to the counter and reached for the cup at the same time as you were about to give it to him causing your fingers to brush and some static to pass over your skin, ‘SORRY!’

You quickly let go and turned around to cover your face with your palm feeling more than a bit self-aware. You weren’t used to people. It was always a bit of a challenge to connect with them, which was why the form of your cashier, a middle-aged woman, who seemed could talk with anyone was a gift from heaven. You preferred to bake in the back kitchen and prepare the treats rather than serve them. Hearing her repeat the praises from the customer or describe the looks of gratitude on their faces was enough to fill your aching-to-please-others heart with content. 

But you couldn’t really stay quiet and mind your own business when you were the one who invited this man to come over.

Not to mention, he looks so broken.

Luckily, by the time, you got the hold of yourself, the man was slowly drinking the tea and warming his hands against the cup all the while looking at you, but you tried to accept small victories for now. 

You shifted your gaze and tried to ask politely to ease the mood. You were alone and strangers, so you weren’t at your best, but you still felt like you should try because of how sad this man looked.

He looked young…no young person should look so sad…

 ‘W-Would you like something? Anything, you like…uh. It’s on the house,’ you finally got out looking at him hopefully with a smile polite smile playing across your face hoping it was friendly enough to make him feel more comfortable. 

The man looked like he might have stepped outside for a smoke, so you figured he wouldn’t have any money, phone, or even his house key on him. He almost seemed like he appeared in front of your bakery out of the thin air. 

His dark eyes finally shifted from your face and glanced over the glass to see the treats and baked goods which you had prepared for today. 

His lips stayed pressed into a thin line for a while before finally, he asked his voice a bit hoarse, but something close to hope flashed behind his dark eyes, ‘Say, do you have any taiyaki?’

Your heart sank a bit as you heard him ask that of all things, ‘No, it’s not very popular among the customers, so I don’t make that.’

He nodded as if he almost expected such an answer, and you felt something inside you riot a bit against the idea that out of all the deserts and snacks you had around, he wanted one which was so laughably easy to make and simple, and yet you did not currently have. One, that might potentially bring him something close to joy or a spark of happiness behind his eyes. Such an idea, for someone who wanted to please people, like you, left you feeling absolutely disgusting on the inside with yourself.

‘But,’ you spoke and looked at your hands as it was a bit hard to have his absolute attention on you, ‘if you’re not in a hurry. I can make you some,’ you said with a low voice hoping it didn’t come off as too pushy because you would hate if he assumed you were trying anything on him.

‘You don’t have to-’

‘But I want to!’ you said and looked away feeling a bit embarrassed at how eager you sounded. You didn’t know this man, and you didn’t owe him anything, but he looked so sad and empty, you couldn’t help yourself but want to give him something.

You forced your eyes back at him, ‘So what do you say?’

His dark eyes remained the same, but there was clear curiosity coming from the rest of him as he put his elbow at the counter and pressed his cheek against his knuckles to look at you, ‘Why?’

What a horribly loaded question…

You looked down again and ironed your clothes with your palms a bit in a nervous way, ‘I like making snacks and baked goods for others,’ you admitted, ‘It makes me feel good to know they enjoyed them, and I fed them well? So…if you want taiyaki, I don’t mind making you some. I…I would really like to make you some.’

When you looked back up, he was still looking at you, but even if his gaze was intense and his dark eyes seemed so empty, you couldn’t help but think there was something alluring about someone like him looking at someone like you like this. You didn’t think anyone ever looked at you with such interest.

‘Alright, make me some then. Feed me,’ he said and opened his mouth for good measures causing your heartbeat to speed up and your face to grow warm again before you turned your back and quickly.

‘Right…so, uh…I’ll go and make you some now,’ you started to make your way to the back, where your small kitchen was, only to catch movement behind you and find the man now standing behind the counter with you.

Did he really just jump over it like that?

He paused and blinked at you probably noticing your shocked face, ‘Am I not going with you?’

You weren’t planning on asking him to join you in the kitchen, ‘It’s not in order with the health department rules,’ you admitted, but once you saw his face almost drop into more despair than it was already in, you quickly made up your mind, ‘Uh, but, please, join me.’

You found him a pair of slippers and an apron, ‘So you don’t drag mud or dirty your clothes.’

He put the shoes on himself, but then he waited while holding onto the apron which made you blink and walk closer to him, ‘Here, let me.’

He let you walk around him and tie a small bow in the back. Your eyes briefly catching the tattoo on the back of his neck as you did.

That symbol...

‘Do I look like a baker now?’ he asked, and there was almost a hint of amusement in his voice, which made you smile even if just a bit, ‘Not yet.’

You helped him wash his hands properly and prepared the ingredients, ‘Can I ask for your name? It feels strange, to bake with you and not know.’

‘Mikey.’

He didn’t offer you more, so you accepted it and offered him a smile as you introduced yourself. It could have been awkward, you were still strangers, but oddly, it didn’t feel so after you started directing Mikey on what to do or moving your hands over his to help him. 

At first you hesitated to touch him, but he seemed so casual about it, you managed to find your footing.

You told him a bit about yourself mostly to try and fill the silence while you work. You tended to hum when you baked, so this wasn’t all that different. It surprised you, how easy it seemed to talk to him, and even more so when he admitted, ‘I used to eat taiyaki all the time when I was younger. My buddy Kenchin was always out of money because of me.’

‘That’s not very nice,’ you teased, but he was quick to pout, ‘Don’t say it like that. If he really minded, he wouldn’t have left me. Kenchin is no pushover.’ 

You chuckled, and you took it with great relief when you found him easing up a bit. He seemed casual before too, but there was tension in his whole body that couldn’t be explained and contradicted by the laziness of his persona. However, now he seemed to properly let his hair down so to speak, and before you knew it he told you about why he loved taiyaki so much, ‘It’s like a distant memory. My brother’s warm hand holding mine as we walk through the festival stopping at booths and eating taiyaki.’

Mikey looked most alive you saw him since you met him when he spoke about his childhood, siblings, and friends. You watched him closely, and whenever you saw a shadow of something haunting appear behind his eyes, you purposely asked another question or shared something from your own childhood to bring him back to the light.

You managed to prepare the fish-shaped goods in an hour and a half. Maybe you would manage faster on your own, but it was nice to have company, and even if for a bit, you would have sworn that Mikey’s eyes lightened up when you praised his work and called his taiyaki better because he put more love and effort into them. 

The more time you spend together in the small kitchen in the back, the more the depressed-looking man seemed to almost relax and radiate with life.

‘Delicious,’ moaned Mikey and closed his eyes and looking properly blissful making you wonder how long it had been since he felt this content about something in his life.

‘See, you can make yourself some at home too,’ you assured him taking a taste of one yourself. They turned out really well.

He shook his head almost instantly, ‘It wouldn’t be as good,’ his dark eyes looked you over, ‘It wouldn’t be as fun as it was with you.’

He smiled so openly and almost happily, you thought there never was a more beautiful person in the world. It made your chest feel warm, and a smile settle against your lips to be in his presence and to see him like this and know some of it was your doing. 

You settled for just one chuckling as Mikey ate one after another clearly enjoying the snack and looking almost like a child.

After a while, you heard some buzzing, and you were surprised when Mikey pulled out a phone from his pants as you assumed, he didn’t have anything on him.

His alive and content face darkened as his eyes scanned through the phone screen, and you wondered if it was the work, he mentioned that he didn’t like so much at one point. 

‘I need to leave soon,’ he said and put the phone away looking upset rather than empty. 

You nodded and tried to ease his mood, ‘That’s alright, I can pack the rest of the taiyki for you.’

‘How much?’

‘I told you it’s on the house,’ you argued feeling awkward that you had to say it again, but Mikey shook his head, ‘No, it’s too much. How much is it?’

‘No,’ you argued back although it was weak since you were never good or comfortable with arguing with people, ‘I…can’t take your money. You helped me make them, and you looked…happy. I don’t want to ruin it,’ you smiled at him honestly feeling the warmth inside your chest over the experience and his presence, ‘It was nice baking with you and seeing you enjoy it too.’

You watched the hard look on his face soften so profoundly, it was almost like they were two different people altogether.

‘I liked baking with you,’ he admitted and looked away almost unsure of himself or self-aware, ‘and talking. Today was the first time, I didn’t think about my past in a bad way. I missed thinking about my childhood bathed in sunshine colors instead of the grey ones.’

Your heart ached at his words, and you almost felt tears rushing toward your eyes before you chased them away by turning your back to him, ‘I’m happy to hear that. I feel like I want…I want to make you talk about your childhoods, and be happy…glad that you got to experience those good parts, and not feel guilty about them.’

There was silence after you said those words that made you almost regret them until you heard his soft and broken, ‘You don’t know me. How could you…want good things for me when you don’t know…’

He didn’t finish, so you decided to speak again, ‘Sometimes…you don’t need to know everything about a person. Sometimes it’s enough to know they’re sad and hurting. It’s enough to want to make them feel better.’

There was once again silence after that making you question whether you made things awkward or if he was simply going over your words. You were honest. You didn’t know Mikey and everything who he was, but when he spoke about his childhood, siblings, and friends, you felt like he came alive. As if it was so long since he talked to anyone about these things, he might have forgotten there were good things about his past too.

When you turned around, you found him unexpectable close forcing you to move back until your back hit the counter behind you. 

He caged you by stepping even closer to you almost touching all the while looking at your face before his dark eyes moved to your lips. 

It was a feeling more than a comprehensive thought about what was about to happen, but it was enough to jump-start your heart to the extreme.

Panic kicked in before you could stop it from taking over, and before you could stop yourself, you loudly gasped, ‘Don’t,’ right before Mikey moved his face closer to yours. 

He paused and leaned away looking genuinely shocked before his eyes darted away from your face, and it seemed he wanted to move away too, ‘I’m sorry. I thought…I must have misjudged this.’

It was the closest to shame, you saw the young man get through the whole evening. 

You looked away as well and gathering all the courage, you could find, you reached out and took hold of his arm chasing the feeling of connection and happiness from before to settle your thoughts and feelings that blossomed inside. 

Your voice was soft again as you barely managed to get those words out of your mouth with how embarrassed you felt, ‘Uh, you didn’t misjudge anything.’

The moment, Mikey moved closer, your palms shot up and covered his mouth before he would be able to reach your face.

He looked confused, and you didn’t blame him. It would have sounded confusing to you as well if someone else was retelling this story to you, but it couldn’t be helped. 

You shut your eyes closed trying to gather your thoughts and push them above your feelings, ‘I-I don’t allow people to kiss me…unless I know them well.’

You didn’t open your eyes fearing, he might find your reasoning silly, but your mouth seemed to get the best of your and carried on, ‘I…I don’t know you very well yet…so please don’t…don’t take advantage of the fact that I…that…I like you so far.’

You felt hot breath against your palms which caused your eyes to open and then to freeze in place.

Mikey’s dark eyes were on you, but for the first time their emptiness didn’t bother you as you grew familiar with it, and in contrast with his surprised face, it seemed almost bearable. Familiar. Welcoming even.

‘Don’t…do that,’ you whispered feeling your cheeks were on fire again referring to what you assumed he was planning to do each time he leaned closer to your face, ‘Unless you plan to come back here again, and…and tell me more about yourself. Alright?’

It sounded ridiculous in your own ears to demand something like that. It felt like you had no right, but at the same time, it felt like you owe it to yourself, to demand at least that much for yourself.

‘You’re a bit strange,’ said Mikey shocking you and forcing your palms to fall to your sides as you felt embarrassed now. But just as quickly as he caused you to feel such a way, you watched and heard as he chuckled out loud almost joyfully, ‘But very kind and sweet.’

He reached behind you and took another fish-shaped treat before he took a bite with a small smile pressed across his face as he chewed, ‘Just like your goods.’

His free hand reached out and patted your head a bit, ‘Don’t change, no matter what, okay? It feels too good to know that people like you exist in the same world as someone like me.’

You didn’t hear such things often, so it brought a smile to your own face. Most people suggested you try and be less shy, or less naïve and trusting often viewing all that as a flaw. You didn’t blame them for their views, but it felt good to for once hear it wasn’t a bad thing to be the way you were. 

He stepped away from you and allowed you to pack the rest of the taiyaki in peace which helped to calm your rapidly beating heart and mind that only now seemed to properly realize, you almost let him kiss you.

He already stepped out of the kitchen by the time, you were finished, and you couldn’t help but wonder if your choice really was a good one. You stood by it. You didn’t know Mikey well enough yet to be that intimate with you no matter how attracted you felt toward him. You were just too you to allow yourself to be that carefree about such things. But at the same time, you felt a stab of worry that this might be the last time, you would see the young man with silver hair and if that was the case, shouldn’t you want to have something to remember him by? 

You handed the plastic container over to him, and he easily placed it under his elbow as he switched from your slippers to his flip flops, ‘Thanks for today.’

You smiled at him wishing you knew something better to say if this really was the final time you would see him. 

‘M-Mikey-kun,’ you started when he opened the door into the darkness outside. It seemed it stopped the rain if nothing else.

Your voice broke a bit at the end, ‘Come again.’

He paused and offered you a final smile that almost reached his eyes before he stepped out into the dark as if he was never inside your shop to begin with. 

Almost immediately, you felt a sense of coldness enter your body, but you couldn’t bring yourself to follow him outside sensing that if he wanted to come to see you again, he would. 

There was no promise, but there also was no final goodbye.

You spent the rest of your opening hours cleaning up erasing almost all the evidence that Mikey was there at all. 

Once you returned to the register you noticed something was off. It was almost unnoticeable at all, but you did notice that from the small plate near the register where you kept your business cards, the same card, you were playing with earlier, there was one missing.

This brought the familiar tender warmth to return to your chest as you silently let out a small prayer into the universe. 

Mikey-kun, call me, the next time, you’re alone and feel like baking taiyaki together.

Koniec

A.N: thank you for taking the time to read this. I hope you and your loved ones are well. English is not my first language, so I apologize if things were unclear, or if there were unnecessary mistakes. Have a lovely day :)

I was at my mom's friends home party with my family yesterday and i was hella bored................

SO I DREW BONTEN SANZU LOL

(is this bonten Sanzu? 'cause I stopped reading manga a while ago so I already forgot if this is how he looks in that timeline lol)

it looks weird and crappy because I drew it with my finger on my phone, but I also kinda like it, so I decided to post it lol

also i was curios for tumblr effects for pictures and..... i like this one

gives off Sanzu's vibes to me lol

welp, that's it, I'm gonna go back to my bed in my sad corner again for some time thank you for your attention

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//fun fact, this was the picture that made Sanzu from Ukrainian roleplay twitter start talking to me about different stuff (mostly tokyo revengers lol)

//the guy will be a big help for my future fanfictions lmfao

//no but really. the amount of (dumb) questions i shower him with....... i feel sorry for him but also very grateful lol

༺ღWelcomeღ༻

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Mikey & the stranger

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Mikey annoying Draken

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Mikey and Baji annoying each other..

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Baji is in a big trouble..

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Chifuyu is definitely done with Baji

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Baji and Kazutora having a normal conversation..

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Don't know about this one..

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Kisaki vs Takemichi

⏤͟͟͞͞☆BAJI NO-

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Sanzu got friend zoned.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Hanma got friend zoned.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Somebody call the ambulance-

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Ran & Rindou

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Ran being sus

⏤͟͟͞͞☆It's not fair.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Shocked Sanzu pt 1.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Mikey no..

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Just casual Rindou, nothing else..

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Shocked Sanzu pt 2.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Ran got roasted

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Rindou confesses to..

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Just casual Kakucho..💞

⏤͟͟͞͞☆How other couples be like vs how Sanzu and Y/n be like

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Baji learned a new word pt 1!

⏤͟͟͞͞☆At the start failed but at the end succeed

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Mikey just being Mikey

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Mikey went too far-

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Baji learned a new word! Pt2.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Baji finally using his braincells.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Y/n annoying Draken at 3AM be like:

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Draken is not surprised, just disappointed.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Ran went smooth in this one

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Shocked Sanzu pt 3.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Big respect for Baji

⏤͟͟͞͞☆He is totally ready for the History test

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Shocked Sanzu pt 4.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆He said what..? 😳

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Shocked Sanzu pt 5.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Mikey's dark impulse got back again-

⏤͟͟͞͞☆This was a bit embarrassing

⏤͟͟͞͞☆It's confirmed, Baji is a little dummy.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Ran planned for this 100%

⏤͟͟͞͞☆I think Baji is having a seizure

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Ran tried to trick Y/n, but FAILED.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Shocked Sanzu pt 6.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Y/n is done with Baji

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Y/n has self confidence!!!!

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Mikey and Y/n at night be like:

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Y/n slayed this one

⏤͟͟͞͞☆This is illegal-

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Have you ever seen Kazutora so flustered before? Nope, neither have I

⏤͟͟͞͞☆This wasn't supposed to happen..

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Baji no-

BONTEN MEN and what element their love is like

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MIKEY: Mikey's love is like air. always changing. sometimes it's light and soft and sometimes it's strong, passionate, and even dark at times. but just like the strong hurricane, these times die as well, leaving calm little wind, flowing around your love

RAN: Ran's love is fire. bright and passionate, he'll have no hard time showing you his affection in the most suggestive ways. his love burns brightly just as he does himself, shining with his light just for you

RINDOU: while Ran's love is fire, Rindou's is water. ever-changing and fluid, he's soft yet passionate in the most unpredictable ways. sometimes it turns into a dark storm when you're facing arguments, but be patient and the troubled waters will calm down

SANZU: Sanzu's love is air. he might seem like he has wind in his head, but he's actually very careful with his love. no one ever dares to hurt his significant other because if they do, he'll make sure they regret it. his love is like a hurricane at times — mesmerizing yet dangerous. be careful, it might hurt you, but he always regrets it when the winds calm down. he treats his significant other as the Queen meanwhile Mikey is his one and true King, so he devotes himself only to you two

KOKO: Koko's love is earth. he's very grounded and prefera stability, that's why your relationships are perfect in each and every way. you always have enough of his affection and you rarely face any big arguments, calmly talking everything over even before they start

KAKUCHO: Kakucho's love is fire. he's very passionate towards his significant other and never hesitates to tell you or show you how much he loves you. his fire burns bright but it burns to make you feel warm and comfortable, and to never hurt you, so don't be scared if he ever gets too passionate towards you

MOCHI: Mochi's love is earth. calm and reserved, he treats his significant other as his equal, that's why your relationships are just like that — soft and sweet. but sometimes Earth faces earthquakes, but don't be scared, they will never hurt you. at least, never physically and absolutely never intentionally

TAKEOMI: Takeomi's love is water. fluid but everything is reserved and calm, just as rivers that rarely face huge storms. his love is passionate, yet it's hidden somewhere inside and he rarely shows all the extents of it. but he still loves you a lot and holds dearly to himself

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Bonus Scene: Say My Name Prequel - Why You Don't Call Them By Their Nicknames

Characters: Bonten!Rindou x fem!Reader, Bonten!Kokonoi x fem!Reader, and Bonten!Sanzu x fem!Reader

Warnings: Mild violence (Rindou's and Sanzu's), cleavage (Kokonoi's), stitches (Sanzu's), little sexual innuendo (Sanzu's), and a bit of angst/fluff (Sanzu's)

A/N: I decided to do a bonus scene of why the reader didn't call Rindou, Kokonoi, and Sanzu by their preferred nicknames. You can find the original story in the title name.

Like, reblogging, and kind comments are appreciated!

Rindou

“Here.” Rindou handed you a tea gift package one morning when you were about to go out to buy a new set of tea leaves. You were surprised he bought you your favorite brand, you didn’t realize he paid attention to things you like. 

“You got this for me?” You accepted his generous gift, “You didn’t have to do that.” You soften your smile.

“I know I don’t have to,” Rindou’s voice is a bit rough but you saw he is trying to be sweet, “but I want to.” He turned his face away to hide his reddened cheeks. How adorable. You thought it was best not to mention it since he always wants to appear tough in front of you. Maybe I should thank him by using a cute nickname for him

“Thank you, Rin-” 

“Rinnie!” Ran rushed into the shared kitchen with a paper bag in his hand. “Look at what your big brother got you.” His lilac eyes flickered to yours and gave a kiss on your head as a greeting before extending his hand with the paper bag.

“Don’t ever call me that!” Rindou angrily snatched the paper bag while scrunching his face, oh … I guess I should not call him that. You made a mental note.

“Rin Rin-!” Before Sanzu could continue his sentence, Rindou uppercut him and you have a nervous blank stare of what just happened.

“The next time you call me that, I will break your fingers.” He threatened Sanzu, however you tuned out the rest of their conversation and worried about ever calling him a different name aside from Rindou. Maybe it’s best I should stick with ‘Rindou’, you don’t want to accidentally make him mad by calling him ‘Rin’, ‘Rinnie’, or ‘Rin Rin’. 

Kokonoi

 You have noticed Kokonoi has been overworking lately, whether it’s him going through financial statements, creating contracts, or negotiating terms over video call. You were worried about his mental health and thought of a nice way to give himself a break from all this. “Kokonoi,” you knocked on his door to grab his attention, “are you able to take a break right now?”

“Hi princess,” He finished typing something up on his laptop, “I’m not sure how long of a break I can take but do you need something?” 

“Just want your opinion about this dress I got,” You showed him the dress you recently purchased, “can I model it for you to see what you think?” His eyes widened and his cheeks were tinted pink, but quickly recompose himself.

“Of course, I want to see it on you.” You quickly changed into the dress, then modeled it for him. His eyes lingered over your gorgeous figure he always admired. “Come here, pretty girl.” He patted on his lap for you to come sit, you complied. Kokonoi fixed v neck lining by using a safety pin. “The dress looks amazing on you.” His black irises wandered to your perfect cleavage. “It’ll be ashamed if you don’t show this off in public. How about I take you out to dinner after I’m done, hm?”

“Okay-”

“Koko,” Kakucho came into Kokonoi’s office with reports, “can you review this for me?”

“Koko,” Mochi also came into Kokonoi’s office looking stressed out, “can you tapped into the footage at the Tokyo Bay around 3 AM?”

“Hey Koko,” Ran causally entered into his office, “something happened to my laptop and it completely shut down, can you take a look at it?”

“Koko, Sanzu is stuck in the back of your trunk and I don’t feel like getting him out.” Rindou came in with a tiresome expression, you could feel Kokonoi was boiling with irritation.

“Koko, Mikey wants to see you.” Takeomi passed on the message to him as he strolled into a packed office. Kokonoi lets out a big sigh.

“Sometimes, I wish I had a different name.” You thought he hated the name ‘Koko’, which was too bad because you thought it was a cute name for him and thought about calling him that as well. Oh well, guess you will have to keep calling him ‘Kokonoi’. 

Sanzu

“Can you please do me a favor?” Sanzu’s cerulean blue eyes twinkled with joy that you wanted him to do something for you. 

“Anything! What would you like for me to do to you?” You brushed off his sexual innuendo and you finished cutting up the thread for stitches. 

“Before you do something … exhilarating.” You sugarcoated the word ‘stupid’ to not make him feel bad. “Could you take a minute to think through your actions?” 

“I did!” Sanzu started to explain himself, “I didn’t have a nail cutter in my office, of course it would be dangerous if I used my knives or my katana to cut it. The next best alternative was to use an automatic pencil sharpener. I didn’t think it would be sharp enough to cut through my skin!” You sighed.

“Okay, how about take two minutes to think through your actions?” He had an adorable look of confusion and you lightly patted his other hand that didn’t have the injured finger. Takeomi walked into the clinic and you felt the bad tension between the both of them.

“What are you staring at, old man?” Sanzu narrowed his droopy eyes.

“Heard you got injured.” Takeomi looked at Sanzu’s finger and saw it wasn’t anything serious. “Guess I had nothing to be worried about.” That was nice of Take to check on him. However Sanzu didn’t find it nice and rolled his eyes.

“Don’t need you to be here.” You frowned at how bad their relationship is, but you know it was not your place to step into family drama. 

“Haru-” Out of nowhere, Sanzu grabbed a dagger and pointed at Takeomi.

“Don’t. Ever. Call. Me. That.” He warned him, his cerulean eyes looked abnormally cruel. You were definitely surprised by his reaction. Takeomi doesn’t seem to be threatened by his warning and took a cigarette to place it in his mouth as a coping mechanism.

“Fine, Sanzu. I just want to make sure you are okay.”

“I’m clearly fine. Now get outta here.” You gave Takeomi a look of sympathy, he nodded to indicate he’s fine and walked out of the clinic. Once he left, Sanzu flopped his head into your chest. “Can you hold me and rub my head?” He asked you with a sad voice. You held him for as long as he needed and rubbed his head. Perhaps the name ‘Haru’ brought bad memories between the two brothers. You made sure not to cause any emotional trauma for Sanzu by not calling him ‘Haru’.

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Welcome to the fandom. We're glad that another mortal decided to join this fandom. WE HAVE THE SAME FAV CHARACTER HURAH!! you cleary have a VERY great taste. Also, you mentioned that you write fanfictions(♡_♡) what is your user?? I'm in NEED of new lookism fanfiction.

ENJOY YOUR STAYYY HURAAAAHH!!!!

OMG IM SORRY I'VE JUST SEEN THIS

tho i still dunno how tumblr works so im not sure if you'll see this, and thanks to your next ask i figured u've already found my fanfiction acc. tho i have to say, i haven't posted anything on lookism there yet, but im working on a project of mine which is a big collection of mini lookism fanfictions (with different ships obviously) based on soulmate trope, so if you've interested in smth like that, you can look forward to it!!

anyways, sorry for replying so late, im rarely on tumblr these days 🥲🥲