"How they react when they get called by their full Name" // Tokyo Revengers
Charakters: Mikey, Sanzu, Kokonoi, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Ran, Rindou, Izana
Synopsis: Thereâs one thing every Tokyo Rev boy knows: when you drop their full name â first and last â theyâve seriously screwed up. It could be a forgotten date, a stolen dessert, a jealous outburst, or just plain stupidity, but once that name leaves your lips? Oh, they feel it.
CW: Light cursing, jealousy/possessiveness, mild violence (slaps, fights), flirty teasing,emotional tension
The sun was beginning to dip behind the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the Musashi Shrine. The old Toman gang had gathered there, much like they always did. Lounging on the steps and chatting about their plans for the next big move. Mikey stood at the forefront. His jacket casually draped over his shoulders as he began to talk about the upcoming fight with another gang. Draken, always close behind him, kept an eye on the rest of the group, ensuring no one got too rowdy.
Suddenly, his eyes shifted as he noticed movement near the shrine stairs. At first, he couldnât make out who it was â the person was still too far away. But when a loud, clear âMANJIRO SANOâ echoed across the quiet shrine, he knew exactly who it was.
Heads turned in unison, eyes wide as they realized it was none other than Mikeyâs girlfriend â and she was not happy.
Drakenâs eyes flicked to Mikey, who had stopped mid-sentence. His smirk fading into something more cautious. You walked through the crowd of Toman members. Your steps deliberate and filled with an icy determination. The guys instinctively parted to make room, stepping aside like a wave in front of you.
âMikey, what the hell...â Mitsuya, one of the vice-captains started to speak, but the instant your angry glare landed on him. He went silent. His words died in his throat and he wisely shut up, not wanting to get between you and whatever had set you off.
Everyone knew who Mikeyâs âwifeâ was â that teasing nickname for you when you and Mikey went official. And normally, you were the sweetest girl anyone could meet. The kind of girl they'd run into on a late-night walk down the city, smiling and saying hello to everyone. But the guys also knew that when you were angry, nobody wanted to be near you. You didnât need to use your fists to make your point. Your words were sharp enough to cut through anything.
And in that moment, every single one of them could tell that Mikey had messed up big time. Especially when you called him by his full name.
You reached the stairs where Mikey stood, the air around you heavy with the tension that had suddenly gripped the whole shrine. You didnât shout â you didnât need to. Your cold eyes alone sent a wave of fear through him. With barely a whisper, you spoke. âWhere is my dorayaki that was on my counter this morning?â
The moment you asked, Mikeyâs face paled slightly and his usual confident demeanor cracked. Just enough for Draken to notice the shift. He watched as Mikey's eyes darted around, his lips twitching, unsure of how to respond.
âBaby⊠I donât⊠know what youâre talking about,â Mikey said, his voice a little shakier than usual â nothing loud enough for the others to catch but Draken saw it. Mikey was genuinely scared.
Your gaze never wavered. Your face remained hard and you took a step closer. Your eyes locked on his. âDonât you dare lie to me.â
The silence in the air was thick and even the usual chatter between the Toman members had died down. Everyone sensing that this was no ordinary disagreement. Mikey swallowed hard, his confident smirk gone. âBabyâŠâ
The way you stood there â unmoving, your voice cold, your anger barely contained â made Mikeyâs insides twist. The entire shrine had become a pressure cooker and it felt like you were the only one in control.
He hesitated, then took a step closer, moving down a single stair. His eyes never left yours but you stood firm. Your arms crossed tightly in front of your chest. âIâm sorry, baby,â Mikey said, his voice softer now. âI didnât know those were yours.â He took another step toward you, trying to ease the tension. His usual carefree attitude replaced with a hint of concern.
Without warning, you lunged forward, grabbing his ear in a swift motion. âHow dare you eat my sweets?â you hissed. Your grip firm enough to make him wince. âIâd been looking forward to that all day, Manjiro.â
His face contorted in pain but it was the way you were looking at him â that cold, steely look â that made him feel the full force of your anger. He knew heâd messed up and now he was paying the price.
âIâm sorry, princess,â Mikey groaned, wincing under your tight grip. âI swear, they were making fun of me. Telling me I should eat them. I didnât think it would be such a big deal. Iâll never do it again.â
But you werenât having any of it. The pain in his ear intensified as you squeezed harder. âDonât. Ever. Do. That. Again.â
Finally, with a final, sharp tug, you let go of his ear. It was red and Mikey winced as he rubbed it,. His eyes still apologetic. But before you could even begin to walk away, Mikey quickly grabbed your wrist holding you in place.
You shot him a glare, making it clear with a look that he needed to think very carefully about what he was doing next. âLet go of me,â you muttered, your voice low but threatening.
âIâm really sorry, Y/N,â Mikey murmured. His voice softening as he pulled you closer, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.
You closed your eyes at the sensation. Your body relaxing just a little bit as your frustration started to melt away. A heavy sigh left your lips as you opened your eyes, staring at him again. âYou better make it up to me or you can sleep on the couch tonight.â
âOuch,â Draken heard Chifuyu mutter under his breath. A small laugh following. The tension in the air had slightly lifted but it was clear Mikey wasnât off the hook yet.
âI wonât do it again,â Mikey promised, his voice soft and sincere. His grip on your wrist loosened as his hand moved gently to your face. âBut please⊠donât call me by my first name again. Iâm sorry, baby.â
Before you could say anything, Mikey leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips. It was warm and comforting. A stark contrast to the anger that had flared moments ago. You kissed him back. Your hand moving to the side of his face, your thumb gently caressing his cheek.
âIf you ever do this again,â you warned, pulling back slightly but keeping your hand on his face, âI will be your worst nightmare.â
Mikey smirked, his usual cocky confidence returning â just a little bit â as he leaned down to kiss you again. This time, the kiss was brief but meaningful and when you pulled away you dropped onto the last step of the shrine, sitting down with a sigh.
Mikey removed his jacket, draping it over your shoulders with a small, playful smile. âAlright, Iâm gonna finish the meeting now. Iâll make it up to you, I promise.â
With that, Mikey turned back to the group. His usual carefree attitude settling back into place but he kept a soft smile on his face, knowing heâd narrowly escaped a much worse fate.
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The Bonten boardroom was thick with tension â dark suits, whispered strategies, and Mikeyâs dead-eyed stare at the head of the table.
Sanzu leaned back in his seat, legs kicked up on the polished wood, twirling a butterfly knife in his fingers like the meeting was background noise.
That is, until the doors slammed open with a force that made Koko flinch and Rindou instinctively reach for his gun.
Hair wind-blown, heels echoing like gunshots. Your expression locked in one single mood: rage.
You didnât even glance at the others â your eyes zeroed in on one person only.
His knife stilled mid-spin.
He blinked. Tilted his head.
âOhhh?â he drawled, an unstable grin curling onto his lips. âFull name⊠in front of my coworkers? Whatâd I do this time, doll?â
You marched right up to him and â crack.
The slap rang out. The room went dead silent. Even Mikey raised an eyebrow.
Sanzu didnât move. Just slowly turned his head back toward you. A red mark blooming on his cheek â and a completely unhinged smile spreading across his face.
âOh, youâre so hot when youâre mad.â
âDonât you dare,â you growled, eyes blazing. âYou forgot. You forgot our anniversary, Haruchiyo. You left me sitting alone at a reservation you made, looking like an idiot. Youâve done a lot of reckless shit, but thisâthis is what I donât forgive.â
Sanzu opened his mouth to joke again but one look at your face â how your voice wavered just slightly at the end â and something actually clicked.
He stood slowly, grin slipping into something more serious. His usual cockiness twisted with confusion and guilt.
âI âshit,â he muttered. âI didnât forget, I just â no. No, I did forget.â
You scoffed, turned on your heel.
âIâm done. Donât worry â youâll have time to spin your knife and play gangster without having to think about me ever again.â
You were almost to the door when Mikey spoke â quietly, but with weight.
âIf you donât fix this in the next ten minutes, donât come back to the table.â
Everyone else stayed silent. They knew what that meant.
Sanzu blinked at his boss, then at you. He dragged a hand down his face. Then he was moving â fast.
You didnât make it to the elevator.
A hand caught your wrist, not rough but firm.
âWait,â he said, and for once his voice wasnât teasing. It was low. Serious. âI messed up. I know I did. You wanna break my nose next? Fine. You want a real apology? Give me tonight. Just tonight. Iâll fix it.â
âBut you havenât,â he said softly, tugging you closer. His other hand cradling the side of your face â right where your anger had turned his cheek red. âWhich means Iâve still got a chance.â
âLet me take you somewhere. Right now. Fuck the meeting. Mikey already said Iâm screwed either way.â
You bit your lip. Still furious. Still hurt.
But his eyes â sharp, wild, pleading â were locked on yours like nothing else in the world mattered.
ââŠOne chance,â you muttered.
âThatâs all I need.â
And with that, he dragged you out by the hand. You past a stunned Bonten, past Mikeyâs amused smirk. Ready to blow more money than sense fixing the night he shouldâve never forgotten.
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Your afternoon was peaceful â warm tea, a half-read book and your favorite playlist humming in the background.
One alert. Then two. Then three.
âTransaction approved: „1,850,000 â Interior Luxury Aquatics.â
âYour Bonten BlackCard was used at âKoiWorld Tokyoâ.â
âEstimated delivery scheduled for this evening.â
You stared at your phone, blinking slowly like it might explain itself.
Instead, it showed a picture of a koi pond with custom underwater lighting, soundproof filtration and a caption that read:
âPerfect centerpiece for a modern bathroom space.â
You stood up so fast your tea nearly spilled.
And you marched straight into the living room, already yelling.
He was lounging like royalty â silk pajama pants, socks mismatched (as always), hair perfectly in place even though heâd clearly done nothing all day. The TV was on but muted and he was scrolling through his tablet like a man deep in international finance â or TikTok. It was hard to tell with him.
At the sound of his full name, he froze.
Then looked up, slow and cautious. â...Was it something I bought? Or something I said while half-asleep? Be honest. I need context before I defend myself.â
You held up your phone like a prosecutor presenting evidence. âA koi pond, Hajime?â
He tilted his head. âAh. The koi pond.â
âOh, there are others?â
âNo. Not yet. But imagine the possibilities.â
You gave him a look that could set fire to expensive wallpaper. âIn the guest bathroom?â
âListen, listen, I thought it through. Itâs the smallest bathroom, right? So guests donât spend too long in there scrolling through TikTok. But if you give them a calming aquatic feature to look at while they-â
â-youâre describing bathroom fish therapy right now.â
âExactly! You get it!â He beamed like heâd invented sliced bread. âItâs innovation, babe.â
You pinched the bridge of your nose. âWe agreed - no more extravagant impulse buys without telling each other. You promised after the rotating crystal gin shelf.â
âBut that one was sick. Admit it.â
âIt plays BeyoncĂ© when it opens.â
âLuxury,â he said, dead serious.
You paced the room, already imagining poor houseguests slipping on wet tiles while koi fish stared them down in judgment. âThis isnât about fish, Hajime. This is about you not listening. Again. You canât fix a boring bathroom by throwing seven fish in it and hoping for ambiance.â
He rose from the couch, holding his hands up in surrender. âOkay. Okay. I hear you. Maybe it was a little⊠extra.â
âThey gave me a discount if I named one of the koi after myself.â
You stared. âYouâre putting a fish in a bathroom and naming it Hajime?â
âWell, I was... but Iâll rename him if itâll help my case. What about... âIâm sorryâ?â
You were trying so hard not to laugh, and he knew it. He stepped closer, slipping his arms around your waist as your resolve crumbled slightly.
âBabe,â he said softly, brushing a kiss against your temple, âIâll cancel the installation if it really bothers you. Or Iâll move it to the terrace. Or build the koi a private spa in the guest bedroom. Whatever you want.â
âYouâre unbelievable.â
âBut Iâm cute,â he added with a wink.
You sighed. âIf I ever see you spending seven figures on fish again, Iâm calling you Hajime in front of Mikey. In front of everyone.â
He gasped. âThatâs cold.â
âEven colder than koi water.â
âOkay, now that was hot. Use that in bed later.â
You smacked his arm but you were laughing now. And he was grinning like a man who knew exactly how to get away with murder (and koi ponds).
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It was a quiet evening in the Mitsuya household. The living room was glowing warm with fairy lights, soft music hummed from the record player and the faint scent of freshly brewed tea drifted from the kitchen.
You were sitting on the couch, waiting.
The lasagna you had lovingly made was slowly getting cold, the table set with care â candles, folded napkins, even that dumb little place card he always laughed about that said âTakashi â.
Not just ten-minutes-late.
Weâre talking an hour and twenty-seven minutes late, and he hadnât even texted.
You were just about to wrap the food up in cling wrap out of pure spite when the front door clicked open.
You didnât even look up when you heard the soft, familiar thud of his boots being kicked off.
âBaaabe, Iâm homeââ
The way you said it â calm, measured, yet dangerously poised â made him freeze in the doorway, jacket half-off one arm.
He blinked. â...Oh. Wow. The full name.â
You finally turned around.
He looked guilty as hell.
âIâŠâ He cleared his throat. âForgot?â
Mitsuya walked slowly into the room, holding up both hands like you were a wild animal he didnât want to spook. âOkay, in my defenseââ
âYou promised,â you said, voice soft but stern. âYou literally promised you'd be home on time. And I didnât even burn the lasagna this time.â
He winced. âI know. I know. Toman meeting ran late, then I got caught up helping Hakkai fix a shirt for his date, and then I couldnât find my phone in all the fabric andâyeah, okay, Iâm gonna stop talking.â
You stared for a moment longer before turning away, muttering, âItâs fine. I shouldâve expected it. Youâre the one whoâs always taking care of everyone.â
There was a beat of silence.
â...Is this the part where you scold me more? Or kiss me?â
You blinked, turning slowly.
Mitsuya was grinning now â boyish and warm, clearly testing the waters, but sincere under it all. âBecause you only ever call me Takashi Mitsuya when itâs one of those.â
You tried not to smile. Tried.
âDepends. Do you think you deserve a kiss right now?â
He walked right up to you, slipping his arms around your waist and leaning his forehead against yours.
âI deserve a chance to earn one,â he said softly.
You exhaled a little laugh, eyes half-lidded. âYou always say the right thing.â
âI sew for a living, baby. I know how to thread things carefully.â
You did. So much it hurt sometimes.
You leaned up and kissed him â just once â before whispering near his ear, âYouâre heating up that lasagna yourself.â
âOh â and dishes too.â
He groaned dramatically, burying his face in your neck. âYou really know how to punish a man.â
âYou forgot our dinner date. Iâm letting you off easy.â
âI know. And Iâm grateful.â He paused, pulling back with a soft smile. âBut donât stop calling me by my full name. It sounds really hot when youâre mad.â
You rolled your eyes and walked away â but not before tossing back a teasing, âTakashi Mitsuya, youâre impossible.â
His grin was full of love.
And this time, he didn't miss dinner.
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You had left the apartment for thirty minutes.
Enough time to grab your package from the post office, pick up snacks, and come back to what was supposed to be a chill movie night.
What you came back to instead... was chaos.
There was flour. Everywhere.
The cat â who looked like it had fought in the Great Pastry War â bolted past you with a string of dough wrapped around its leg. The TV was paused on a baking tutorial. The counters were stacked with bowls, some with batter, one suspiciously empty, andâ
A loud bang echoed from the kitchen.
You stormed in, and there he was: wide-eyed, mid-mixer, flour smudged on his cheek, apron crooked, and a cake that had clearly imploded in the oven behind him.
He blinked. âOkay, soââ
âDonât you âokay, soâ me.â
âBefore you get madââ
âI left you alone for half an hour. I asked you to boil pasta. Notâwhat is this? A Great British Bake-Off rejection arc?â
He pointed to the collapsed cake like it betrayed him personally. âThat was supposed to be a surprise! I was trying to make that caramel lava thing you said looked goodââ
âBy summoning Satan into the batter?â
He scratched the back of his head, sheepish. â...It did make a weird noise.â
You stared, exasperated beyond words. âAnd the cat?â
âOkay, the cat part wasnât me. Technically. I dropped the cream. She jumped in.â
âChifuyu, she looks like a haunted marshmallow.â
He stepped forward, laughing nervously, reaching out to brush flour off your jacket like that would somehow make up for it. âBut babe... I did it for you.â
âYou did arson in my kitchen for me?â
âNot arson! Itâs creative expression!â
âYou lit an oven mitt on fire!â
âSmall fire. Controlled. Kinda.â His eyes sparkled with that grin that made you weak in the knees and homicidal at the same time. âBut I mean... youâre not that mad, right?â
He smirked. âBecause you called me Chifuyu Matsuno. Which you only do when youâre two seconds from either throwing me out the window or kissing me.â
âGuess which one Iâm leaning toward.â
He leaned in, pressing a quick floury kiss to your cheek. âKiss, obviously. You canât resist me when Iâm covered in catastrophe.â
You sighed, letting your forehead rest against his. âYouâre lucky youâre cute.â
âI know. Now help me clean this up and Iâll order your favorite ramen. Double miso, no mushrooms.â
âFine. But youâre on cat-cleanup duty.â
Chifuyu looked over at the flour-coated feline, now trying to eat a whisk.
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You hadnât meant to yell.
You hadnât even meant to cry.
But when Kazutora walked in that night â shoulders slumped, knuckles red, hoodie pulled low to hide the bruising on his jaw â something inside you snapped.
He hadnât answered your calls. Not one.
And then he just showed up, like he hadnât disappeared again. Like he didnât know what that kind of silence did to someone who loved him.
You stood there in the dim light of the apartment, arms crossed tightly. Trying to hold yourself together as the door clicked shut behind him.
The sound of his full name â sharp, deliberate, and full of everything you were holding back â cut through the room like a knife.
He didnât look up at first. Didnât meet your eyes.
âYou didnât call. You didnât text. I thoughtââ You swallowed hard. âI thought something happened.â
He dropped his bag wordlessly by the door.
âI told you,â you said, quieter now, voice thick, âI told you the last time â I canât go through that kind of fear again. Not from you. Not when Iââ
And god, his eyes were tired.
Not physically â but in that way Kazutora always got when his mind spiraled too fast for him to grab onto anything stable. That distant, fragile expression that said I don't know how to stay, even when I want to.
âI didnât want you to see me like this,â he murmured. âI lost control again. And I just... I didnât want to ruin the one good thing I have.â
You blinked away tears. âSo your solution was to disappear? Do you know what that does to me?â
He took a shaky step forward, hands half-raised like he wasnât sure if he was allowed to touch you.
âIâm not used to someone worrying about me,â he said, broken-soft. âNot like you do.â
You finally let out a breath that felt like it had been sitting in your chest for hours. âThen get used to it, Kazutora. Because Iâm not going anywhere. But I need you to stop running like Iâm going to disappear the second you mess up.â
He stared at you like you were the only solid thing in a world that always shifted beneath his feet.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered. âI didnât mean to shut you out. I just... I get scared.â
You stepped toward him, gently placing your hand on his bruised cheek. âSo do I. Every time you shut down like this.â
âIâll try,â he breathed. âFor you.â
You nodded, eyes softening. âAnd stop flinching when I say your full name. I only do it when I need you to listen.â
âI hear you,â he said, eyes closing as he leaned into your palm. âI hear you now.â
And in that quiet room, he finally let himself fall â not into chaos, not into guilt â but into you.
And for once, he didnât run.
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The night had started out like any other, with Ranâs usual charm and swagger as he wrapped you in his arms and promised to make it home on time. He even kissed you goodbye with that mischievous grin that made your heart race.
But now, here you were â standing alone in the dimly lit apartment, the cool silence pressing down on you as the hours ticked by.
Your patience had worn thin.
You had trusted him, even though you knew how unpredictable things could get when his brother, Rindou, was involved. You trusted that he would be there when he said he would.
But as the clock struck midnight, that familiar feeling settled in the pit of your stomach â the feeling that Ran wasnât coming home.
You were done being patient. Done waiting for a man who promised the world and never quite delivered. And so, with a heavy sigh, you grabbed your coat and stormed out the door.
You didnât know where you were going, but you knew you needed answers.
When you arrived at the underground club, where you knew Ran usually wound up after a Toman meeting, the last thing you expected to see was him sitting in a corner booth â alone. His head was tilted back, staring up at the ceiling as if the world didnât matter.
Your heart skipped a beat, and every step toward him felt like a weight you couldnât shake.
You were angry. You were hurt. But mostly, you were tired.
As soon as you reached the booth, Ranâs eyes flicked toward you, and for a brief moment, you could see the shock on his face. His perfect smile faltered.
âY/N?â His voice was low, and there was something about the way he said your name â like it was the first time he was seeing you in forever. But you didnât want to hear his soft tone anymore.
âRan Haitani,â you said, your voice cutting through the thick air like a blade. The use of his full name â not the teasing âRanâ or the quiet âbabyâ you usually called him â hit him harder than any punch.
His brows furrowed, and he stood up slowly. âBabe... whatâs wrong?â
You glared at him, taking a step closer, voice shaking with both fury and raw emotion. âWhatâs wrong? Whatâs wrong, Ran? Youâre whatâs wrong.â
He recoiled slightly, as if the force of your words physically struck him.
âI donât know why I keep letting you hurt me,â you continued, your voice rising in volume. âYou make promises, and then you break them. You show up late, and when you finally do, you expect me to just forget that you were never here. You expect me to wait around like everything is fine.â
Ranâs eyes softened, and he reached out to you, but you pulled back before he could touch you. His hand froze in mid-air, a silent apology hanging between you.
You stepped closer, lowering your voice to a near-whisper, but there was still so much fire in it. âYou think youâre the only one with a past full of mistakes, donât you? You think I donât know what itâs like to be scared of falling â to be scared that Iâm not enough, or that youâll just leave like everyone else?â
He closed the space between you, finally taking your hands in his with an urgency that made your heart skip. âY/N, I never wanted to hurt you. But I do.â
His confession was raw, too much to take in at once, and for a moment, you couldnât even breathe.
âI try. I really do. But when I get caught up in all the shit â with Rindou, with Toman... with everything Iâve built around myself â I forget what matters most. You. You matter the most.â
You didnât know if you should believe him. You didnât know if you could let him back in without getting hurt again.
âDonât shut me out, Y/N,â Ran whispered, voice hoarse, hands tightening around yours. âNot again. I canât lose you.â
The tension in the room thickened, but then Ran did something you didnât expect. He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you tightly. His breath was warm against your neck, his heart pounding against your chest.
âPlease... donât leave me.â His voice cracked, and you felt it deep in your soul.
You didnât push him away. You didnât pull back.
Because despite everything, you didnât want to lose him either.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke, the only sound between you the quiet thrum of his heartbeat, his arms keeping you close as if you might slip away if he didnât hold you tight enough.
And then, with his forehead resting against yours, he murmured softly, âI know I messed up. But I swear, Y/N, Iâll spend the rest of my life proving to you that Iâm yours.â
You closed your eyes, exhaling the breath youâd been holding. âYou better. Because I wonât be here forever if you keep doing this to me.â
Ranâs lips gently pressed to your forehead, his voice full of sincerity. âI know. And I wonât give you a reason to walk away again. Iâll make it right, I promise.â
And in that moment, with all the weight of his past and yours hanging in the air, you allowed yourself to believe him.
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It was supposed to be a calm, easy evening. You and Rindou had been planning a low-key night, just the two of you. No Bonten meetings. No wild distractions. Just takeout and a movie.
But as usual, things never went according to plan when Rindou was involved.
The door slammed open. There he was â looking like a mess.
You had barely taken a bite of your food before your phone buzzed with an unknown number.
âWhere are you?â it read. âDon't wait up for me.â
You hadnât seen him for hours, and now he was texting you this?
By the time he came back home, you were already on edge. You had done your best to keep cool, but when Rindou walked in with a smug grin on his face, late as usual, you had had enough.
You didnât even look up from the couch. You were too busy staring at your phone, pretending you werenât fuming.
âWhat, no welcome home kiss?â Rindou teased, swaggering into the living room. He tossed his jacket over the back of a chair and cracked his neck. âArenât you glad to see me?â
And that was when it happened.
The words came out sharper than you intended, and you instantly saw the flicker of shock in his eyes. He froze, his playful smirk faltering as he processed your tone.
He blinked. âFull name now? Damn, I really messed up this time, huh?â
You stood up, your body trembling with barely contained anger. âYou disappear for hours and when you finally show up, you think you can just-â You threw your hands up in the air. âYou think you can just act like itâs nothing? Like Iâm just supposed to keep waiting around while you do whatever the hell you want?â
Rindou chuckled nervously, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his gaze now. âHey, come on, donât be like that. I was busy, okay? Things came up.â
âBusy?â You scoffed, taking a step closer to him. âYouâre always busy, Rindou. With meetings, with Bonten, with whatever the hell else youâre involved in! You never have time for me anymore.â
The grin on his face faltered for a second, but it was quickly replaced by an almost defiant look. âIâm here now, arenât I?â
You shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. âNo. You donât get to do that. You donât get to treat me like Iâm nothing when Iâve been nothing but patient with you. Iâm tired of being the afterthought, Rindou.â
And that was when it clicked for him. The words you had said. The weight in your voice.
But instead of apologizing. Instead of stepping back, Rindou did something that took you completely off guard.
He reached out and yanked you toward him, pinning you against his chest. The surprise left your lips but you didnât have time to react before he kissed you.
It was a kiss full of desperation â lips crashing into yours as if he was trying to prove something. His hands were urgent, tugging at your shirt like he couldnât quite get close enough.
You pushed against his chest. Trying to break free, but the more you struggled the tighter he held you. âRindou, get off me-â
âNo,â he muttered, his voice low, his grip on your waist firm. âIâm not letting you go this time.â
And it hit you like a wave. He wasnât doing this out of arrogance. He was doing it because he didnât know any other way to fix things.
Finally, you stopped fighting. The anger drained from your body, replaced with something softer â but still, you werenât going to make it easy on him.
You pulled away slightly, breathless. âYou canât keep doing this, Rindou. You canât just waltz in here and think everythingâs fine.â
He rested his forehead against yours, his fingers lightly brushing through your hair. âI know. I know. Iâm an idiot, okay? Iâm sorry.â
You raised an eyebrow. âThatâs it? Just a âsorryâ? After everything?â
He smirked. âWell, itâs a start.â
A small laugh escaped you despite yourself. âYou really are something else.â
But before you could fully process the situation, he had you pinned again, this time with a playful grin.
âYou really know how to make a guy work for it,â Rindou teased, his voice now back to its usual teasing tone.
You sighed, shaking your head, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. âYouâre insufferable.â
âAnd yet,â he leaned in, kissing your forehead lightly, âyouâre still not getting rid of me.â
âDamn right,â you muttered, âBut donât think this is over. Youâre going to have to earn back my trust.â
Rindouâs eyes sparkled with that mischievous glint but underneath it, you could see the sincerity â for once. He wasnât just playing games. He was all in, even if he was chaotic about it.
âFine,â he grinned, pulling you back into his arms. âBut Iâll make sure to do it in the most dramatic way possible.â
âOf course you will.â
And despite everything â the mess, the chaos, the late nights â you couldnât help but feel like maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something real between you two. Even if it was a little messy.
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You were fuming. It wasn't anything big, but it was the little things that piled up, and today, Izana had done one too many. Heâd left his dirty clothes everywhere, again. His shoes were in the living room, and the smell of his cologne still lingered in the hallway like he thought he was some sort of royalty. You had tried to be patient, but something snapped when you saw his jacket just thrown over the back of the couch, taking up space where you wanted to sit.
"Izana Kurokawa!" you exclaimed, hands on your hips as you marched into the living room.
Izana was lounging on the couch, completely unaware of the storm brewing. He didnât even glance up when you said his full nameâjust continued scrolling on his phone with his signature lazy grin.
You crossed your arms tighter, glaring at him. "Do you have to leave your stuff everywhere? How many times do I have to tell you?"
He finally looked up, unfazed. âMmm⊠I think youâve told me about three times already,â he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. âBut you know, I just canât help it. I like to make myself comfortable.â
That was the moment it became clear to you that he was teasing you. Your irritation deepened. âComfortable? I swear, you think everything should revolve around you!â
You could feel yourself getting worked up, but instead of saying anything else, you turned your back and started picking up his things, throwing them in his direction.
Izana sat up, suddenly intrigued. His eyes narrowed playfully as he watched you continue your mini-rampage. âYou look cute when you're angry, you know that?â
That did it. You whirled around to face him, pointing a finger in his direction. âIzana Kurokawa, you better-â
But before you could finish, Izana was up in a flash, crossing the space between you in an instant. With a grin that could melt anyone's heart, he cupped your face gently, pulling you in for a kiss.
It was slow at first, a quiet moment that silenced your angry thoughts, his lips warm against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as the tension in your body melted away, and for a second, all you could feel was his touch.
You pulled away slightly, breathing a little heavier, and without thinking, you snapped, âYou canât just kiss your way out of everything, you know.â
Izana ignored you completely, smiling wider as his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you back in for another kiss, this one deeper, making you forget the very reason you were mad in the first place.
When he pulled away, you were slightly breathless, your frustration evaporating into a faint smile despite yourself.
He leaned his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes with that familiar playful glint. âI can and will kiss my way out of anything,â he said, his voice low and teasing. âBut hey, Iâll pick up my stuff, okay? No need to get so worked up over my shoes.â
You blinked at him, trying to hold onto your frustration, but it was like trying to keep sand in your hands. âIzana...â
He kissed you once more, interrupting your half-hearted protest. âShh, itâs fine, babe. Donât worry about it. Iâll even go get your favorite snack later, just to make up for it.â
You sighed, trying not to smile as you pushed against his chest, though there was no real strength behind it. âYou really know how to get out of trouble, donât you?â
Izana grinned and gave you another quick kiss on the lips, his hand resting on the small of your back. âWhat can I say? Itâs a gift. Now⊠letâs go get those snacks I promised. Youâll forget all about my shoes.â
You couldnât help but laugh. As much as you tried to stay annoyed, Izana had that effect on you. He knew how to turn even the most frustrating moments into something playful and lighthearted.
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