★ fluff comfort self indulgent cw : long distance relationship
“everything will be fine, love.”
you try to remember all the tips and encourages izana said to you, while feeling the ghost lips land on you. you want to believe him, but it feels strange. it feels empty, the air is tense and you feel as though your legs are jelly. another unpredictable day. but it all fades away when you hear his voice.
izana kurokawa. oh how you fell hard for him. even in the darkest days, he always cheers you up even if it’s just a voice recording of him. no matter the distance between him and you, he never forgets the small things, whether it be a interview or a bad day.
“i believe in you.”
even the smallest words can bring one so much joy and put a smile on the face. as unbelievable as it may sound, it is just like that with izana and you. there is just a certain connection, telepathic even that both of you can tell each other’s emotions — whether that be excitement, dread, stress.
i believe in you. a sense of trust. you just hope not to disappoint him, but you know you know that no matter the outcome, izana would have your back. another voice recording? another gift from the other side of the world.
“don’t cry anymore, angel.”
tears dries, even if his hands aren’t here to wipe them away physically. it fills your whole body with a sense of warmth, a sense of hope, just to hear his voice. is this what they call love?
in the dark world, just his voice brings a window of light. he is nothing short of a angel, a miracle worker. just his voice could make you feel like nothing matters, you want to put all your worries into his hands and throw your arms around him.
“i love you.”
three words that make you remember all the butterflies you felt with him beside you. three words that make you feel like you’re at the top of the world with him by your side. it feels as though you can do anything. falling in love is such a wonderful thing.
oh how much you love him, maybe that’s the reason why your heart pumps so hard at this. knowing everything you pour out to him is reprociated, it’s beautiful, it’s perfect. love. love is a strong word, but you know he means every single time he says it like a prayer to you.
“all the best, love.”
the voice recording ends, just enough to boost your mood and replaces all the dread and worries with love and hope. even if izana is a world away, even if he seems so far. you know that no matter what, he would always be here for you.
love is something so two sided, and it feels just so good to be on the receiving end after pouring your heart to izana kurokawa.
☆ — a bit ooc! fluff, comfort for the first two scenarios. angst , major character death for the third scenario. the scenarios takes place in the canon tr universe! cw : jail , gambling, death, violence , tell me if there’s more!
★ — author note : i’m finally back and i’m out of writers block! sorry for the lack of content these past 2 months, i haven’t been in a good place mentally + i’ve lost interest in tr for a while, but im back again <3 enjoy this izana fic ive been thinking about lately!
the first time you’ve met izana was in prison. it wasn’t anything special. that’s what you tell yourself whenever you think of the few months you stayed there.
in all honesty, it was a lonely and dry experience. there wasn’t any thrill like there was in the outside world, it felt isolating. for the first month, things passed by. the people in your cell too kept their distance.
you hated the place. you hated how controlling this place was. you hated how there was no thrills, no excitement, nothing interesting. until you met him.
izana kurokawa. he was a enigma. he looked through you so well, from your attacks to your thoughts. just like that. in a way, both of you were a reflection of each other. a mirror recognises its image after all.
it was the first you’ve ever felt seen. and it was by izana kurokawa.
the second time you’ve met izana was when he recruited you as a member for his new gang — tenjiku. at this point, it’s been months, no maybe years since the both of you met due to the early release you’ve had compared to izana.
it was strange. you’ve never been the strongest or one to have displayed any intelligence in prison either. you’ve merely met him because of the illegal gathering of gambling — one you wouldn’t have to shoulder the burden of, should your friend have not left only you at the scene of.
you wanted to ask, but you know deep down that some questions are better left unsaid. so you left it at that. you took the uniform, and dor the first time, you swear your heart skipped a beat.
a unfamiliar feeling. you noted. it wasn’t the same feeling as you had when you gambled your life away, it wasn’t the same feeling you felt when you first tried stunts that fuelled your thrill loving nature. it was something different, but yet all the same.
at the second time you’ve met izana kurokawa, you’ve already fallen in love.
the third time you’ve met him, was in the tenjiku fight.
you’ve never really been one to participate in fights due to your lack of both your strength and intellect to win one.
despite that, izana didn’t mind it. instead, you were allowed to just simply watch. you’ve felt included but yet insecure. the people in tenjiku weren’t like regular kids in school that fight — they were ones who possess extraordinary abilities.
you’ve eventually dozed off, only awakening when the first bullet was shot. you’ve been introduced to him by izana — his name was kisaki tetta. and he had just shot a enemy in the foot.
you didn’t know if you should have felt terror at the weapon he held, or should you have felt thrill that the fight was getting more intense — as what izana felt based on his facial expression alone.
the first time kisaki shot the gun, you’ve felt nothing. as bad as it sounds, you wanted to tell yourself that it was fine. after all, the victim seems to not be hurt and instead insists another shot to the head.
the second time kisaki fired the bullets, it was terror. terror filled your senses. your eyes saw the vision of one of the members of tenjiku get shot, and izana rushing to shield him.
maybe it was the terror, maybe it was the adrenaline flowing through your blood. you jumped down from the seat, and rushed towards the gun.
you’ve never been one who’s intelligent, nor were you someone blessed with special fighting skills. you’ve merely been nothing more than someone who takes the burden without any complaints, you’ve merely been the scapegoat.
the third time you’ve met him, you’ve sacrificed your life to save izana kurokawa.
# angst hurt no comfort ambiguous time in the manga mikey pov
mikey swears he should have seen it coming. he tells himself he isn’t worthy of love because of all the things he’s done, all the people who left him.
yet whenever he’s with you, he feels like he’s just manjiro sano. he isn’t mikey, a gang leader, but just manjiro sano, someone who was forced to grow up because of the loss in his life, someone who had seen loss everyday.
love. how truly comical of him to think that he was worthy of love from someone and loving someone. how could he not see through the lies and let you break down the walls he built for years? why did it hurt as much as this?
he thinks, he knows the answer but he doesn’t want to admit that he fell in love. he fell in love with someone who is nothing more than just a traitor. someone who was using him as nothing more than intel.
the same voice that used to soothe him from nightmares of the past, now only sounds like nails on a chalkboard, a painful reminder of how he had let down his walls so easily. the same drinks you and him used to get were nothing more than a stupid habit that he still does today, he tells himself habits aren’t easy to break, but he himself knows, he’s fallen too hard to leave all the broken promises you made.
if there was something you would never give up for the world, it would be mitsuya takashi.
the way he glances at you to make sure you were alright. the way he embraces you when you’re crying your heart out. the way he always puts yourself first — well maybe not that one if he gets injured
it was just another day, another draining day of just work and exams. you were laying onto his lap, his hands brushing your hair occasionally as he sketches out ideas on his sketchbook. his sketchbook that were unknowingly filled with portraits of you and outfits he thought would look adorable on you.
he puts one of his earphones into yours after a while of silence. you could recognise the song anywhere — maybe even in another lifetime. it was mitsuya takashi and your song after all.
once upon a time mikey swears to never let you go. you were a piece of him, that kept him grounded to the ground. you were the one thing that made him feel alive, made him feel worthy of your love.
mikey remembers the times you bandaged him up after a fight, the way you slightly pouted when you saw injuries. mikey remembers how he used to take bites of your desserts, and how you let him. mikey remembers the sweet feeling , the way you made him feel light headed when you kiss him. mikey remembers the way your cheeks flushes when he picks you up from school.
mikey remembers everything about you. after all, how could he not? both of you were each other’s missing puzzle, made for each other. it felt so right whenever he’s beside you and when he lays on your lap every lunch break. mikey remembers the first drawing you made of him, he still keeps it in his wallet pocket, looking at it everytime he’s free.
but that was back then. all of the sudden he knows, he’s always been aware. he knows he’s gonna only hurt you if he stays with you. he’s selfish, but he knows better. no matter how he misses your smile that seems to heal his wounds. no matter how much he misses the way you used to play with his hair when he lay on your lap that seems to be made just for him. no matter how much he misses your voice, the way you sing to yourself, the way you comfort his shaking form.
he knows better to be selfish to keep you, so he lets go of his missing puzzle piece.
# fluff comfort crack (!!) i have no idea what i’m writing so does sanzu apparently bonten!sanzu
“you’re kidding haru. you brought plant seeds when you were high because you thought they looked like jewels.”
“now that you say it like that, it really sounds like a joke! we have a garden for a reason right?”
sanzu haruchiyo. despite being a right hand man of bonten, he was a man of giving things to you. things which includes jewels, outfits he thinks you’ll look good in, and apparently plant seeds too.
it wasn’t even the first time he bought you something weird when he was high off drugs. once he bought you a vegetable he stole from someone’s garden. the root was still attached. once he also brought home a fire extinguisher, which is strictly not allowed to be mentioned.
“don’t look like that, y/n! let’s get planting for fun, i mean i did buy them!”
and that’s how both of you were stuck in the garden for a whole six hours. only to find out they weren’t even real plant seeds. they weren’t jewels either, they were just fake plant seeds made for kids. kids that apparently includes sanzu haruchiyo.
# probably ooc angst no comfort in ran haitani pov
he could still remember his first kiss.
the way his heart fluttered as his lips landed on yours. both of yours and his heartbeat beating loudly and in sync. under the moonlight illuminating on your perfect features. ran haitani swears you looked just like a angel from paradise.
ran haitani wasn’t someone who regrets doing anything. maybe except for you.
he regrets not telling you how much he loves you. he regrets not controlling his emotions around you. he regrets pushing you away. sometimes he sits in his jail cell with his brother and regrets everything he had done.
ran haitani tells himself it’s for the better. that you deserve better than someone who will only put you in danger. that you were never happy with him. that you were finally free.
but ran haitani was a selfish man too. he wished that even as if time went on, you wouldn’t move on just yet. that he will have a chance to prove to you that he regrets all he has done back then. he was selfish.
but no matter what, it seems that the gods hated him.
on the day of his release, he goes to your house with a bouquet of flowers only to see you have moved on from him.
he still remembers the last kiss. one that was filled with grief and pain. one that both of your tears merged as one. he remembers the way you cry about him. he remembers that day. the way he pushed you away.
so he goes deeper into hell. because he no longer has you. and the things you used to do with him only leaves a bitter sweet taste in his mouth and a few stray tears that turns into a waterfall.
he regrets it all. he wished to have a last kiss. a last kiss that was full of love and hope. unlike the last kiss he was left with — regret and filled with pain and tears.
kazutora hanemiya has never been one to do good. he has done many things that had landed him into the cold cell he still can remember even years after release.
kazutora hanemiya has regretted doing many things, he’s done horrible things. he feels as though he doesn’t deserve the forgiveness of anyone.
kazutora hanemiya is nothing more than a sinner, but he swears that when you’re with him he feels nothing less than perfect, nothing less than like a angel from paradise.
kazutora hanemiya is reminded that he, too is a human worthy of love, more specifically your love. the way you held him with such care and love that he feels giddy. the way you look at him like he’s your world, that you’ve found your paradise in him.
kazutora hanemiya isn’t one who’s good at words. so he shows you his love and appreciation for you by painting portraits of you. to him, you’re his muse, the one who makes him feel as if he’s on cloud nine, the one who has shown him that he too can be forgiven and treated with so much love. the one who fixed all the cracks and wounds.
kazutora hanemiya pours all his love into paintings after paintings. his blood sweat and tears into paintings, to try to capture a speck of the love you’ve shown him. to try to capture those loving and sparkling eyes when something captures your attention. to capture the warmth you radiate, to capture the tenderness and soft touches that has healed the scars of the past.
and one day, maybe one day, he’ll finish the portraits and give them to you when he’s on his knees to ask you to be his world.
# fluff comfort crack (!!) i have no idea what i’m writing so does sanzu apparently bonten!sanzu
“you’re kidding haru. you brought plant seeds when you were high because you thought they looked like jewels.”
“now that you say it like that, it really sounds like a joke! we have a garden for a reason right?”
sanzu haruchiyo. despite being a right hand man of bonten, he was a man of giving things to you. things which includes jewels, outfits he thinks you’ll look good in, and apparently plant seeds too.
it wasn’t even the first time he bought you something weird when he was high off drugs. once he bought you a vegetable he stole from someone’s garden. the root was still attached. once he also brought home a fire extinguisher, which is strictly not allowed to be mentioned.
“don’t look like that, y/n! let’s get planting for fun, i mean i did buy them!”
and that’s how both of you were stuck in the garden for a whole six hours. only to find out they weren’t even real plant seeds. they weren’t jewels either, they were just fake plant seeds made for kids. kids that apparently includes sanzu haruchiyo.
# probably ooc angst no comfort in ran haitani pov
he could still remember his first kiss.
the way his heart fluttered as his lips landed on yours. both of yours and his heartbeat beating loudly and in sync. under the moonlight illuminating on your perfect features. ran haitani swears you looked just like a angel from paradise.
ran haitani wasn’t someone who regrets doing anything. maybe except for you.
he regrets not telling you how much he loves you. he regrets not controlling his emotions around you. he regrets pushing you away. sometimes he sits in his jail cell with his brother and regrets everything he had done.
ran haitani tells himself it’s for the better. that you deserve better than someone who will only put you in danger. that you were never happy with him. that you were finally free.
but ran haitani was a selfish man too. he wished that even as if time went on, you wouldn’t move on just yet. that he will have a chance to prove to you that he regrets all he has done back then. he was selfish.
but no matter what, it seems that the gods hated him.
on the day of his release, he goes to your house with a bouquet of flowers only to see you have moved on from him.
he still remembers the last kiss. one that was filled with grief and pain. one that both of your tears merged as one. he remembers the way you cry about him. he remembers that day. the way he pushed you away.
so he goes deeper into hell. because he no longer has you. and the things you used to do with him only leaves a bitter sweet taste in his mouth and a few stray tears that turns into a waterfall.
he regrets it all. he wished to have a last kiss. a last kiss that was full of love and hope. unlike the last kiss he was left with — regret and filled with pain and tears.
# fluff comfort | mikey indulging in your craving for some pudding!
exams has just passed and you couldn’t be more nervous to find out about your results. you would have rather went home to take a well deserved nap, if your boyfriend didn’t decide to surprise you at your school with his bicycle.
if anything, you should be at home now, resting and lying down in your comfortable bed and maybe even eat the pudding you saved specifically for today, a present your parents gave you for your hard work. but yet you’re in the busy streets of tokyo with mikey who is excitedly walking around to find something, dragging you along.
“there’s a new shop nearby! it sells really good sweet food y/n, do you want to check it out!”
“huh sure sure mikey.”
dragging you along, you entered a dessert shop with mikey. immediately, a sweet and captivating scent wafted through the air, one that makes you almost salivate and wake up from your daydreams of being at home. you’re starting to think that going out with mikey was worth it after all.
you bought a pudding for yourself, making it clear to mikey that you wouldn’t share it. when has he listened to you? you thought as he sneaked more bites of your pudding. you continue to dig in into your pudding nonetheless, sneaking in some bites of mikey’s choice of food as well, earning you a glare from your boyfriend.
you had assumed mikey was being sweet and nice to you after all the stress you’ve been to. it became obvious when you went home, leaving mikey at your couch, seemingly fidgety. only to find that the pudding you saved yesterday was gone and eaten by mikey himself!
# fluff comfort | mikey indulging in your craving for some pudding!
exams has just passed and you couldn’t be more nervous to find out about your results. you would have rather went home to take a well deserved nap, if your boyfriend didn’t decide to surprise you at your school with his bicycle.
if anything, you should be at home now, resting and lying down in your comfortable bed and maybe even eat the pudding you saved specifically for today, a present your parents gave you for your hard work. but yet you’re in the busy streets of tokyo with mikey who is excitedly walking around to find something, dragging you along.
“there’s a new shop nearby! it sells really good sweet food y/n, do you want to check it out!”
“huh sure sure mikey.”
dragging you along, you entered a dessert shop with mikey. immediately, a sweet and captivating scent wafted through the air, one that makes you almost salivate and wake up from your daydreams of being at home. you’re starting to think that going out with mikey was worth it after all.
you bought a pudding for yourself, making it clear to mikey that you wouldn’t share it. when has he listened to you? you thought as he sneaked more bites of your pudding. you continue to dig in into your pudding nonetheless, sneaking in some bites of mikey’s choice of food as well, earning you a glare from your boyfriend.
you had assumed mikey was being sweet and nice to you after all the stress you’ve been to. it became obvious when you went home, leaving mikey at your couch, seemingly fidgety. only to find that the pudding you saved yesterday was gone and eaten by mikey himself!
# reader is in bonten with mikey draken and reader broke up bittersweet angst no comfort
the day emma died was also the day your heart died.
emma was your pillar, your heart, the way draken was to mikey then. one that supports each other unconditionally. a friendship that was inseparable, and filled with trust.
you wondered if you had deserved staying with draken after losing her. after all, it was your fault for not being with her. being with her during her last and final breath. for not being there to support her.
so after tenjiku, you ran away from draken. draken who was perfect, someone emma too wanted. someone who deserved more than someone like you who was falling faster and faster into hell, someone like you who was losing themself.
you seek refuge is mikey in a way. maybe it was the fact that the both of you were close already. maybe it was the fact that he too saw himself in you. maybe it was the fact both of you lost someone who grounded them to earth. or maybe he didn’t have the heart to reject you, so he let you into his new gang.
kantou manji gang which then turned into bonten after the war of the three deities. bonten. bonten that ruled over tokyo and japan. bonten that was so cruel in the way they handled those not on their side. bonten in which you felt like home, as if you belonged.
the minute draken saw you in front of emma grave, he knew he already lost all hopes of saving you, just like mikey. mikey who was the head of bonten and you who proudly wore the bonten tattoo on your fingertips that were slightly covered by the glove you wore.
despite the urge to run to you, to pull you closer, to hug you, to beg for the reason for why you had left, draken made no movement. instead he stood a few steps away. a step in front, closer to you. before ultimately deciding to leave you, and to separate for this lifetime.
# angst hurt comfort happy ending valhalla spoilers (ish? this happens after valhalla)
you could barely remember why you were laying in the hospital room, everything was way too bright and white for your eyes to process. maybe it was the blood loss maybe it was the medicine being pumped into you each second to keep you alive.
you tried to get your hand to move off, only to find someone’s else’s hands on yours. you gulped, turning to see mikey on the chair near the hospital bed. he was sleeping, most likely since whatever that happened last night that landed you in the hospital room.
you tried hard to think of whatever happened the previous night. nothing came to mind, as if yesterday’s memories was completely wiped from your mind. you tried to move your hand off mikey to grab your phone which was on the table next to the chair he was in, but to no avail. he was sleeping way too heavily.
you tried once again, only to wake him up, maybe a bit too harshly because on reflex he slapped your hand away. he groggily wakes up, clearly annoyed at whoever woke him up, just like always. nonetheless, he let go of your hands and tried to wake up.
“you really should take care of yourself more you know?”
you gulped, feeling his glare at you. looking at him, you had a glimpse of what had happened the previous night. nevertheless, he sighed and digged into his bag and got a few of your favourite food and placed it on the table.
“i thought i lost you last night.”
he says as he grabs some water for you to drink. you got a closer look at him, and he looked almost as if he should have been the one to stay at the hospital.
his eyes bags were clouding his eyes, and he looked pale as if he hasn’t slept in weeks. he let out a sigh, and looked at you, as if he wasn’t convinced that you were indeed alive.
“you really should be careful in a fight too. i know you’re capable but i don’t want to lose you. i already lost baji.”
hearing his name already almost brings you to tears. if anything, you miss him. it had been about a month since he had left and kazutora had went to jail. you knew his death weighed heavily onto mikey, considering they were childhood friends and mikey knew him even longer than he knew you. you know how bad mikey himself had cried and blamed himself for his death, for not doing enough, for not stopping him.
“hey, i’ll be alright. we’ll be alright. i’ll be beside you all the time, okay mikey?”
“you better. i wouldn’t know what to do without you, so don’t keep scaring me by getting injured.”
# angst hurt comfort happy ending valhalla spoilers (ish? this happens after valhalla)
you could barely remember why you were laying in the hospital room, everything was way too bright and white for your eyes to process. maybe it was the blood loss maybe it was the medicine being pumped into you each second to keep you alive.
you tried to get your hand to move off, only to find someone’s else’s hands on yours. you gulped, turning to see mikey on the chair near the hospital bed. he was sleeping, most likely since whatever that happened last night that landed you in the hospital room.
you tried hard to think of whatever happened the previous night. nothing came to mind, as if yesterday’s memories was completely wiped from your mind. you tried to move your hand off mikey to grab your phone which was on the table next to the chair he was in, but to no avail. he was sleeping way too heavily.
you tried once again, only to wake him up, maybe a bit too harshly because on reflex he slapped your hand away. he groggily wakes up, clearly annoyed at whoever woke him up, just like always. nonetheless, he let go of your hands and tried to wake up.
“you really should take care of yourself more you know?”
you gulped, feeling his glare at you. looking at him, you had a glimpse of what had happened the previous night. nevertheless, he sighed and digged into his bag and got a few of your favourite food and placed it on the table.
“i thought i lost you last night.”
he says as he grabs some water for you to drink. you got a closer look at him, and he looked almost as if he should have been the one to stay at the hospital.
his eyes bags were clouding his eyes, and he looked pale as if he hasn’t slept in weeks. he let out a sigh, and looked at you, as if he wasn’t convinced that you were indeed alive.
“you really should be careful in a fight too. i know you’re capable but i don’t want to lose you. i already lost baji.”
hearing his name already almost brings you to tears. if anything, you miss him. it had been about a month since he had left and kazutora had went to jail. you knew his death weighed heavily onto mikey, considering they were childhood friends and mikey knew him even longer than he knew you. you know how bad mikey himself had cried and blamed himself for his death, for not doing enough, for not stopping him.
“hey, i’ll be alright. we’ll be alright. i’ll be beside you all the time, okay mikey?”
“you better. i wouldn’t know what to do without you, so don’t keep scaring me by getting injured.”
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