hi! can i ask a Tok Rev characters x reader where the reader is like Yor from SpyxFamily? like super strong, even stronger than mikey, clueless, shit at cooking and very sweet
Holyyy, it’s been SO long since I last wrote on here. I genuinely missed writing, and dw I’ll catch up on all the writing I have to do. Anyway this ain’t a life update 🙄 Ik yall js want jump to the story right away ugh Patrica you don’t care abt me at all. 😢
I loveee this prompt cs I actually had a good story idea for this, enjoy! ♥️
It was just you and your younger sister, Mio. You were always working hard to support the both of you, but… you weren’t exactly a pro at housework
“So, how do you like it Mimi?” You said proud only to have your hopes crushed by her disgusted face.
She quickly sprinted the kitchen sink as she hurled, “what the heck did you put in this?! It tastes like ass.”
You frowned deciding if you should let it go or throw a pan at her, that attitude is not gonna get her far unharmed..
Sighing, you rolled your eyes cleaning up and throwing away whatever was left of the food, “I guess, we’ll have to order food again since someone excepts me to be chef Gusteau.”
“It’s not my fault someone can’t cook for shit, but I can ask Reiji to get us—”
You cut her off, your soft-spoken, light-hearted tone completely changed. “Mio, I don’t want a single fucking thing from that piece of shit you call a boyfriend.”
Mio looked down, disappointed and upset. She expected that response—you were always blunt and clear about how much you hated her boyfriend. But you never wanted to force her to do anything, because at the end of the day, she “loved” him. Still, you knew better. It wasn’t love—it was attachment, plain and toxic.
“I don’t understand why you can’t stand Reiji. He’s really sweet, I promise. You just have to give him some time to prove that to you.”
You were completely done with her excuses.
“Mimi, do you not see the way he talks to you? That is not how you speak to someone you claim to love. He doesn’t love you—he’s just fucking using you.”
“Shut the hell up. I’m done. We’re not talking about this bullshit again.”
Her eyes welled up at the harshness in your voice. She was still your little sister. Without any more words, she went to her room, where she spent the rest of the day silently crying. Meanwhile, you cleaned the house, disappointed and sad about how you’d spoken to her—but deep down, she knew you were right. He didn’t love her.
But she couldn’t let him go. She couldn’t imagine life without him.
What terrified her more than losing him… was how you’d react once you found out he’d gone as far as putting his hands on her.
You waited quietly for the food you’d ordered to arrive. Once it did, you fixed a plate for her and walked to her door, knocking gently. No answer. You hesitated, then slowly opened it. The room was empty, but the bathroom light was on.
“Oh, I guess she’s in there,” you thought, curiosity growing as you stepped closer and peeked in.
And nothing could’ve prepared you for what you saw.
Putting the plate down, you slowly opened the door, your eyes locking onto your sister’s soft, beautiful face—battered and bruised.
You froze. How the hell didn’t you notice?
You thought she’d just gotten into makeup lately… but no. You had it all wrong. She was using it to hide what Reiji had been doing to her.
She looked horrified. Her hand trembled, the concealer slipping from her grip and hitting the floor.
“Y-Y/N, wait—listen to me. Just hear me out. He didn’t mean to, I swear. He was just… mad.”
Rage didn’t even begin to cover what you felt. You were holding back a fucking storm.
“So he was the one that did that to you.”
“Answer the damn question. Yes or no.”
She swallowed hard, eyes falling to the floor, shame written all over her face.
Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Take the makeup off and get dressed. We’re going out.”
She didn’t talk back or ask questions—she knew better. Your face, your tone, your whole vibe had gone cold in an instant. She’d never seen you like this.
Mio kept close behind as you left the house, walking the streets with no idea where you were taking her.
“That shithead… he’s in the Tokyo Manji Gang, right?”
“Well then. Looks like we’re paying them a little visit.”
Her eyes widened. She tried to stop you, saying it was dangerous, begging you to let it go—but it was already too late. You’d made up your mind, and there was no turning back now.
The two of you stood at the foot of Musashi Shrine, dozens of bikes lined up like a warning.
You were just a few stairs away from the bastard who laid his hands on your sister.
The closer you got to their “spot,” the clearer everything became—groups of guys lined up, all in the same uniform. At the top of the stairs stood a short blonde guy. Next to him, a taller blonde with a dragon tattoo on the side of his shaved head.
“Bunch of trash. All they do is fight and act like they own the damn city.”
Your sister moved closer, almost hiding behind you. She didn’t want this. She wanted to run. But it was too late.
Their leader faltered mid-sentence, his speech cutting off as his eyes locked on you. Two girls—one terrified, the other shooting daggers into his soul—had just crashed their gathering.
“Kenny, what the hell—” he muttered to his friend.
“I don’t know who the fuck that is, man. Why’s she looking at you like that? What’s her problem?” Kenny replied, already annoyed.
Whispers rippled through the crowd as people turned to see you and your sister walking straight through them. You pulled her close, ignoring the rude comments tossed your way.
You made your way directly to the top—toward the leader.
“Hey! Who the hell do you think you are? You think you can just waltz in here? Do you even know where the hell you are?” someone shouted behind you.
You stopped in front of the leader, eyes locked on his. He glanced at you, then at your sister’s bruised face.
“You… you’re their commander, right? Or whatever the fuck it is.”
Caught off guard by your tone, he blinked.
“Are you deaf or something? I asked you a question.”
“Who the fuck are you talking to like that?” the taller one snapped, stepping forward, trying to use his height to intimidate you.
Didn’t work. Just made the tension worse.
“Kenny, wait.” the shorter one held him back, then looked at you.
“Yeah. I am. Who are you?”
“Fuck the introductions.”
“One of your shitty little boys laid his hands on my sister. So I’m here to say—real simple—I’m gonna beat his fucking ass. And you’re not gonna do a damn thing about it.”
He looked stunned. No way. That couldn’t be true.
None of them would stoop that low… would they? Beating on a girl barely half their size? That would destroy Toman’s reputation.
“That’s impossible. Toman has a rep, you know.”
“Yeah? Well, for a so-called leader, you clearly don’t know what the hell’s going on in your own gang.”
You turned, facing the sea of uniforms behind you.
“So what’s it gonna be? You gonna man up and step forward?”
Then your voice cut through it again—cold and sharp.
“Or do I have to drag your sorry ass up here myself, Reiji?”
Only when you said his name did he finally step forward.
“Mio…” he whispered, eyes begging her to leave.
He never thought you’d actually show up—let alone put him on blast in front of everyone.
“What happened? Explain yourself.”
Mikey’s glare cut through him. Reiji opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
“Reiji,” Draken said, his voice low but sharp, now locked in on him.
“M-Mikey, that’s my girlfriend. She’s just… dramatic. We got into a little argument. It was her fault.”
He kept rambling, voice shaky, making excuse after excuse. But it didn’t matter.
You already got the confirmation you needed.
You let go of your sister’s hand.
And all hell broke loose.
“So you like putting your hands on girls, huh?”
You stepped toward him, eyes locked, fists clenched.
You didn’t stop. Not when the blood hit the pavement. Not when his mouth was too swollen to talk. Not when his legs gave out and he dropped to the ground like the pathetic coward he was.
Your fists were raw, knuckles busted open—but you didn’t care.
Reiji wasn’t moving much anymore, barely conscious. You grabbed him by the collar, yanked his head up, ready to throw another punch—
Then your hand moved. Quick. Too quick.
Out of your jacket pocket came a small black blade. You flicked it open without a second thought and pressed it to his throat.
“Y-Y/N…” she whispered, her voice trembling. You didn’t even look at her. Your entire body was still, except the hand gripping the knife, pressing just enough to draw a thin line of blood across his neck.
“You think I’m fucking done with you?” you growled, voice low and shaking. “You think you get to just walk away after putting your hands on her?”
Mio looked around, panicking. Everyone was frozen. Toman wasn’t stepping in—they understood this. Hell, if it were one of them, they’d probably be doing the same.
She turned to Mikey and Draken, eyes wide, voice barely a whisper.
“Please… please stop her. She’s gonna kill him.”
Draken blinked, like he was finally registering just how far things had gone. But it was Mikey who moved.
No words. No hesitation. Just one clean, calculated motion—he stepped forward and kicked the knife from your hand before you could push harder.
Metal clattered across the ground. You turned, eyes wild, ready to swing at him.
Mikey grabbed your wrists, trying to hold you back—but he underestimated just how much strength was hiding behind you.
You twisted out of his grip and in one fluid motion, flipped him.
The leader of the Tokyo Manji Gang—pinned under you.
Everyone watching lost their breath. Even Draken’s mouth opened slightly in disbelief.
Mikey stared up at you, stunned.
“Tch… been a long-ass time since anyone pinned me like that,” he muttered, almost impressed.
But he wasn’t the threat anymore.
No one had seen it—not Mikey, not Draken, not you.
While everyone was watching you, Reiji had crawled across the ground, hand reaching slowly, shakily, for the knife Mikey kicked away.
He was on his feet. Arm around Mio’s neck. The blade pressing against her throat.
“Don’t fucking move!” Reiji shouted, voice cracked and desperate, blood pouring down his face.
Mio’s terrified eyes locked with yours.
“Reiji… don’t you dare,” Draken warned, his voice low, serious now.
You took a cautious step forward.
But Reiji jerked Mio tighter, the blade pressing deeper against her skin.
“Did you not fucking hear me, bitch? I said don’t move unless you want this whore’s throat slit!”
Your jaw clenched. His words—filthy, vile—cut deep. You wanted to lunge at him, tear him apart limb by limb. But you couldn’t. Not when he had her.
Mio looked frozen, lips trembling, eyes begging you not to do anything stupid.
“You hurt her,” you growled, “and I swear to God you’re not leaving here alive.”
But Reiji just laughed, a hollow, shaking sound.
“Doesn’t matter. I’m getting outta here anyway. None of you got the balls to stop me.”
He started backing toward the stairs, dragging Mio with him.
“You think I’m scared of some gang? You think I’m scared of her?” He nodded toward you, smirking through cracked lips and blood-stained teeth. “She ain’t gonna do shit.”
Your fists curled so tight your nails dug into your palms.
“Let her go, Reiji,” Mikey spoke now, calm but dead serious.
“You don’t wanna know what’ll happen if you take one more step.”
“What, you gonna hit me? You let this crazy bitch beat me half to death and now you’re playing savior? Don’t fuckin’ kid yourself.”
Your eyes never left Mio’s. She was holding back tears, but you could see it—the silent plea.
“Reiji,” you said, tone quieter now. Cold. Controlled. “Let her go, and maybe I’ll let you keep breathing.”
He laughed again, harder this time.
“You? You’re just mad I broke your little sister like the stupid, weak bitch she is—”
The second those words left his mouth, something inside you broke. Your vision blurred, the world around you muffled like you were underwater—and suddenly, all you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.
A slow, cold smile that made Reiji falter.
You took one slow, deliberate step forward.
“Take another step and she’s dead!” he barked, pressing the knife harder against Mio’s throat.
Your voice was calm—terrifyingly calm.
“Go ahead. Kill her. But you better make it fast.”
You tilted your head slightly.
“Because I promise you won’t even take a breath after that before I tear your fucking throat out with my teeth.”
“You think I won’t?” you added, eyes locked on his. “Try me, Reiji. Try me and see how fast I become your fucking worst nightmare.”
Her heel slammed down on his foot, hard. He shouted, flinching—his hand with the knife jolted for a split second.
The moment she was free, you snapped.
You didn’t even hear the screaming behind you—Draken shouting, Mikey barking orders—your mind went blank the second your hands wrapped around his neck.
Reiji hit the ground hard.
“YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT MY SISTER? HUH?”
Crack. Your fist collided with his jaw.
Crack. Another punch. Blood splattered across your knuckles. He was sobbing now, trying to crawl back, but you grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him right back to the pavement.
“TOUCH HER AGAIN AND I’LL PUT YOU IN A BODYBAG.”
You reared back for one more punch—
“That’s enough.” His voice wasn’t angry—just firm. “He’s done.”
You were breathing hard, chest heaving, heart pounding like war drums. For a second, you didn’t move. Blood was dripping from your fists. Reiji was barely conscious, mumbling nonsense, broken and whimpering.
You looked over your shoulder.
She was standing there, shaking, tears falling down her cheeks—but not out of fear. Out of shock. Out of relief.
You stood up slowly, stepping back.
Mikey glanced down at Reiji, then at you.
“…Don’t worry. He’s not walking out of here.”
Draken cracked his knuckles.
You just turned around and pulled your sister into your arms.
“It’s over,” you whispered, holding her tight. “He’s never touching you again.”
The meeting had ended hours ago, but the tension lingered like smoke.
Only a few remained—Mikey and Draken, which were the only names you knew, some other people, and you.
Reiji had been dealt with. You didn’t ask what happened to him. You didn’t care.
You sat on the shrine steps, arm wrapped protectively around Mio, who was finally starting to breathe again. Her head rested on your shoulder as you absently rubbed her arm, eyes fixed on the empty streets below.
That’s when someone approached.
A cold soda can touched your hand.
Silver hair, calm eyes, quiet presence—you hadn’t noticed him earlier.
“Mitsuya,” he said, offering Mio one too. “How are you holding up?”
You narrowed your eyes, instantly guarded.
He sat beside you, unfazed by the coldness in your voice.
“Don’t worry about him anymore,” he said softly, nodding toward the shadows where Reiji had last stood. “Or anyone else at that. Toman will protect you both.”
You didn’t even hesitate.
“I don’t need your protection,” you muttered. “I don’t need anyone. Just wanna be left alone.”
Before he could reply, a new voice cut in.
“So, Y/N’s your name, huh?”
You looked over to see Mikey suddenly squatting down beside you, a stupid grin on his face and a whole shift in energy—playful, boyish, like the last two hours hadn’t been soaked in blood.
“Mm, I’mma call you…” he paused, eyes scanning you dramatically. “…N/N(nickname). You’re like a pissed-off little angry bird N/N.”
“We’re not friends. I don’t know you.”
He groaned, throwing his head back.
“Well, duhh, that’s the whole point. I’m trying to get to know you, dumbass.”
Mitsuya smirked behind his soda.
“Who taught you to fight like that?” Mikey asked, eyes genuinely curious now. “You flipped me like I weighed nothing—and I don’t lose fights.”
You shrugged, reluctant… but figured answering wouldn’t hurt.
“I used to train at a dojo. I was a kid… I think it was called the Sano Dojo or something.”
“…Wait. What?” Mitsuya asked.
“You trained at my grandpa’s dojo?”
He pointed to himself, looking weirdly proud.
“Guess so. Never saw you though,” you muttered, popping the tab on your soda.
Mikey leaned closer, squinting like he was trying to remember your childhood face.
“What school you go to?” Mitsuya asked, still processing.
You looked off, voice quieter this time.
“I don’t. I’m online schooled.”
“Ohhh,” he nodded. “Makes sense. No way we wouldn’t notice a pretty girl like you around here.”
You rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything.
Mio shifted beside you, whispering something you couldn’t hear, her voice soft.
“She said you scare her a little,” he teased, eyes dancing with mischief.
You smirked just slightly.
Mikey leaned back on his palms, gaze drifting to the night sky.
“You’re interesting, N/N.”
You weren’t sure if that was a compliment or a warning.
Mitsuya leaned over, lowering his voice.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but… I think Toman might need someone like you.”
You glanced at him, skeptical.
“And why the hell would I ever want to be part of a gang?”
“You’re already the type who protects the people you love. That’s what we’re about… in our own fucked-up way.”
You stayed quiet, unsure what to say.
Mikey stood suddenly, brushing off his pants.
“Well, I’m gonna go beat Draken at rock-paper-scissors for the last melon soda. You coming, N/N?”
“Yup. And you’re stuck with us now.”
As he walked off, you glanced at Mitsuya, who only shrugged with a smile.
“You’ll get used to it. Eventually.”
You leaned back, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.
The night had gone quiet again.
But something told you this was just the beginning.
SOO how’s that as my returning post I really like this idea so definitely expect a series with it MWAH until next time my loves 😘🫶 (tell me if you guys want me to add any more to it!!!)
