summary: The body is ruled by its own impulses; after all, it's what we can't control that makes us human. With the intensity of the moment drawing to its end, the storm calming down its winds, and a fervent rush dying as time passes, can we cool off and tidy up the messes we caused?
✧ pairing: Mikey x reader
✧ includes: part two to “Getaway Car”, angst to comfort, emotional ride, suggestive themes— nsfw, adultery
✧ a/n: I know it's been forever but I finally finished this piece, get ready. I literally played with my own feelings writing this, I hope it does the same to you >:)
wc; 3.3k
“What do you mean?”
Mikey's eyes drifted from your hair to your alluring, yet fearful eyes, and then down to your lips which he adored so much.
He recalls the butterflies and flutters in his heart the first time he kissed them. He remembered the surge of adrenaline he'd always had when you were together, but this time it was even stronger.
He loved that feeling. He wanted to feel it again, because he missed it. He missed you
and yet, he was so scared to let you in again, to take you into a life he tried to stay you out of in the first place.
But he missed you more than he could bear.
“Mikey, I want you.” You muttered quietly through a strained voice— almost too quiet, but he heard it clear as day.
His heart fluttered as he wished he could show you how he felt the same way. Until he realized he was also inspecting your face, from your eyes to your nose and, eventually, to your lips.
You had an intoxicatingly appealing gravitational pull on each other, and it was addictive.
“I want you too.” He whispered through slightly parted lips, “More than anything...”
Intuitively, Mikey allowed his hands to reach up your cheeks, carefully running his thumb over your skin while you looked into his eyes with glitter of stars which started to reflect into his.
The world stilled, and the cars passing by in the background silenced.
Only your rapidly quickening heartbeats could be heard.
You found yourselves staring into each other's lips, the enticing moment you shared with each other was now unbearable.
With Mikey's hand on your cheek softly, without thinking, his thumb drifted to ghost over your bottom lip as he stared at your frame.
Mikey leaned in just a fraction closer to your lips, and you were sure he could hear your heart beating through your chest. Your noses brushed, the obvious yearning for each other's touch was apparent as you wished nothing more than to close the space.
Until Mikey realized what he was doing, pulling back and forcing himself away from your touch.
He shook his head, keeping his gaze on the damp pavement. “But you're not mine anymore.” He painfully spoke.
“You're someone's fiancee, and I gotta respect that. We should—”
“Mikey,” You stopped him, urging his gaze to meet your concentrated ones.
But not before he was blindsided by your lips on his.
His entire body froze for a second before he instantly melted against your touch, the familiarity was comforting and he basked into the euphoria he felt with you.
You pressed your lips together, perfectly molding in a synchronized rhythm. and for a brief moment, you pulled apart to stare into each other's eyes to process what you were feeling and what had just happened.
and you smiled happily, connecting your lips eagerly once more.
You knew exactly what you were getting into, and you didn't care.
You knew this was wrong— only because you were engaged; yet, you didn't care.
all that mattered at that moment for you was each other.
When you were together, you were the screaming colors while the world was blanch.
and you loved that feeling.
you loved him.
Sparks flew at each and every touch, your hot breaths spilling into each other's mouths as you grasped closer to each other.
You took the collar of his shirt closer as Mikey's hand entangled itself in your hair, taking you impossibly closer together.
and hell, did this kiss make up for the lost twelve years.
This intense, feverish desire was fueled by the aching longing to feel the other's touch again you never knew still existed.
You wished you could hold onto the sentiment forever, but that's impossible.
Nostalgia, indeed, is the heart's way of reminding you of something you once loved.
but it is also a peculiar kind of dissatisfaction— a temporary, deceiving fondness romanticized by your broken heart.
Mikey furrowed his brows as he matched your intense passion that you poured into the kiss.
He missed this so much, he couldn't even begin to describe how unearthly perfect it felt to be with you again.
I love you, I never stopped loving you.
He hoped that he could tell that,
but it would be unfair.
“[ Name ],” As much as he hated to, Mikey pulled away from the kiss, resting your foreheads together, noses brushing as you caught up to your breaths. “I'm still taking you back.” He decided.
His words pierced like shards ready to place themselves in the chambers of your heart, but they were also just what you needed to open your eyes.
It was a sobering experience— like that really depressing moment when you wake up from your dream, the ending of your favorite song, and reading the last line of a romantic novel.
The future is terrifying; but, you can't just run back to your past because it's familiar.
Yes, it's enticing... But, it's a mistake.
You nod in agreement, taking his hands in yours, “It's just a kiss.” You assured, silently agreeing with his proposal.
The silence has never been so loud upon riding back to the chapel.
With [ Name ]'s arms secured around Mikey's frame, she let the side of her head fall on his back, refusing to watch the wedding venue's structure slowly approach to a close.
Because that also meant closing the door on her and Manjiro.
Maybe, that runaway show she pulled earlier was all about crossing their paths again, then, never looking back.
“You're here.” He spoke upon hitting the brakes, before getting off first and then taking her hand in his for assistance.
But there was just something hindering [ Name ] from stepping foot in the building once more, watching the ceremony area fill with guests from a distance still horrified the bride.
“Mikey.” She called, in which he hummed in response, hands in pockets as he leaned on his motorcycle seat.
“I can't walk through there, sneak me in?” She asks.
The sight of [ Name ] holding out her hand hor him to take only made it impossible to say no.
“Alright.” He nods before taking the keys out of the ignition, taking her hand as she heads towards the building's fire escape at the back.
“Yep, this is me.” Upon reaching the second floor, [ Name ] points at her room's balcony before letting Mikey pull her up.
“Thank god I didn't lock this.” She mumbled before pushing the glass doors open, leading back to the room she was just getting ready in earlier.
The silence in the room was deafening, but, upon looking back at Mikey at the balcony, he watched [ Name ] with a bittersweet smile, admiring her from afar.
The moment felt excruciatingly familiar, particularly from the letter he'd written her twelve years ago.
“I'm afraid to look you in the eyes because I won't be able to walk away.”
Except, this time, he really had no choice but to do just that— look her in the eyes and walk away.
“You're back here now.” He spoke. [ Name ] knew exactly where this conversation is going. and she didn't exactly like it.
and what she doesn't know is that the longer he stays, is just the more she'd want him.
She's going to do just that.
“Why? Come in...” She offered, taking his hands in hers and then pulling him inside the room, closing the balcony doors shut.
“You know I'm gonna have to leave at some point.” He pointed out.
“But not now.” [ Name ] replied fearlessly, subconsciously toying with his hair and accidentally tugging on it which earned a sharp inhale from Mikey.
A smug smile painted on her lips, “Stay.” He smiled back at her words, both of them now subtly swaying from side to side.
“Make me.” He answered.
“Oh,” He felt a finger hook underneath his chin, gently guiding him to look up and meet [ Name ]'s eyes.
But when he met her stare this time, her eyes seemed to darken, and half lidded, now matching his. Intense, yet pristine.
“[ Name ]...” his voice came out as a mere whisper, breath hitching in his throat.
The mood in the room suddenly shifted, rays of sunlight seeping through the curtains illuminated the dim space.
Mikey reached a hand up to cup [ Name ]'s cheek, stroking her jawline with his thumb. His eyes locked on her lips before colliding them with his own once again.
Their lips danced across each other's, pouring in twice the affection they shared earlier. His hands wandered her waist, while [ Name ]'s hands grasped and pulled on the buttons of his shirt to pull him closer to her, as if it was even possible.
Tongues danced as they explored the familiar taste of each other, mouths moving before their minds did.
Their breaths picked up, as did their heart rates as he held onto her body tighter.
and before [ Name ] knew it, she suddenly felt Mikey's hands grip her upper thighs to hoist her onto the bed in the middle of the room.
He knocked off the petals and flowers to make room for her to set down. She let out an accidental yelp, earning a smug smirk from Mikey against her lips as his hands returned to her upper thighs.
He knelt in between her legs, her sheath dress allowing limited access to the closeness he wanted with her. His lips broke apart from hers with a soft sound, their noses touching and lips swollen; hovering over each other with raspy, hot breaths.
[ Name ] caught Mikey's darkened gaze, his emotion particularly radiating with lust.
But before she could get a word in, his lips were on hers again, sharing desperate, needy open-mouthed kisses.
Breathless moans and whines escaped their lips from the earnest kiss they shared, intensifying with every passing second.
Until [ Name ] had the buttons of his shirt undone, completely discarding the clothing further down the bed before his eyes looked down at hers with a dark glance, then planting his lips to her sweet spot.
His breath against her skin sent shivers down her spine, making her lean her neck to expose more of her skin to him.
“God damn it,” She took a fistful of his hair before beinging his lips back up to hers once more before he could leave marks.
He hoist her further up the mattress to wrap her legs around his hips, now bunching up the fabric of her dress further.
[ Name ] gasped upon feeling his cold fingers make contact with her sensitive skin, his index hooking at the seams of her underwear before dragging them off her thighs painfully slow, while Mikey had a complacent smile on for having to be doing something that [ Name ]'s fiancee should've rightfully been doing. Yet, instead, the pleasure was all his; having her writhe underneath his touch.
“Wanna fuck you,” They kept the intensity of their kiss as he undid the button of his jeans, eagerly slipping off his underwear partially.
“Eyes on me, darling.” He orders. "Mhm." [ Name ] was too entranced into his eyes to even feel the stretch the tip of his dick was giving her as he slowly slid inside.
"Fuck!" [ Name ] threw her head back, struggling to speak as the sensation only grew better the deeper he sunk in. "Oh my god..." He groaned in bliss as his hips slammed down onto her own, his dick splitting her walls as it took him perfectly.
His body rested on top of hers as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear about how well she was taking him. The contact is especially intimate on top of his affirmations.
He stilled for a good minute, letting her adjust before giving one deep roll. The sound he got from her was more than reassuring. It felt wonderful, for them both.
His cock had a slight curve to it that pressed right against the pleasure spot deep within her, the one his fiancee would never reach.
The feeling of finally being one after twelve years all led up to tonight and their emotions were running high. Mikey felt incredibly emotional with a warm feeling spreading deep in his chest as she looked down at [ Name ]. This definitely had got to be one of the best things that had happened to him in a while.
Her fingers tangling through his strands had pulled him back to reality.
"You feel so good." [ Name ] said with a smile while rutting his hips into hers. Mikey searched for any trace of regret in her eyes and saw nothing but sincerity and admiration. It was overwhelming. His emotions were finally catching up to him.
“Oh fuck,” He breathe out, now creating a steady rhythm in and out of her.
His pace began to grow aggressive, lips dancing across [ Name ]'s before balancing himself on the bedframe with his available hand.
[ Name ] found the sight incredibly hot, smiling against the kiss before hooking her legs around his hips to secure their connection.
It was then that Mikey picked up the pace of his thrusts, hands gripping firmly on your hip and on the bed frame.
“God fucking damn,” she cursed upon feeling one of her leg get thrown over Mikey's shoulder, hitting even an impossibly further spot.
“Why? He can't fuck you this good?” The sound of skin clapping together bounced off the walls of the room, through the bed creaking and the breathy moans of them mixing together like a symphony.
[ Name ] felt herself writhing underneath his touch, stomach clenched in a knot, all the tension built up waiting for a release.
“Shit, I'm—” He whispered into the crook of her neck, head lifting to meet her eyes.
[ Name ] nod in approval, and it wasn't long before he picked up his pace impossibly quicker.
Her breathy moans of his name was enough to make him shoot his release, after immediately pulling out, while she felt her own release pushing her over the edge in ecstasy while Mikey emptied himself on her thighs.
Until he collapsed on top of her, sweat coming in contact with the material of her gown.
Mikey decided to silence his whines of pleasure by latching his lips onto her exposed skin, fingers tiredly hovering over her forearm.
“[ Name ]? Are you okay?” [ Name ] and Mikey immediately froze, his lips still in the crook of her neck upon hearing Hina's voice from the hallway.
“Uh, yeah.” She casually spoke as if Mikey wasn't currently nipping at her clavicle.
His lips shifted to kiss up her neck, then jaw, making her want to let out another yelp of pleasure.
“Do you need help getting ready?”
“Uh, no!” She almost yelled. “I mean, I got this, thank you.”
“Okay, ceremony's starting soon!”
“Oh shit.” [ Name ] turned back to meet Mikey's deviant gaze. “You're naughty.” She chuckled, stealing one last kiss from his lips.
“I know.” He put on a proud smile, watching her catch her breath and recover from their licentious deeds.
“Let me walk you down the aisle.” Mikey propped his head up, genuinely serious about the idea, which only earned a chuckle from [ Name ].
“That's a bad idea.” She spoke.
“This is a bad idea.” He remarked, tracing a hand up her thigh from under the blanket, eliciting a laugh from [ Name ].
“What you gonna say? Your fiance's gonna kill me? You know that doesn't threaten me.” He proudly spoke.
“I know.” She replied, turning on her side to face him.
“It's a good thing...” [ Name ] trailed off, tracing her fingers over Mikey's features. “Let's just say... he doesn't know who Sano Manjiro was to me.” She ghosted her thumb over his lips before planting a kiss.
“We should get ready.”
The officiator came out and asked everyone to stand up. It was starting, all eyes would be on the bride now.
“I think it's my time.” [ Name ] spoke to Mikey behind closed doors upon hearing their officiator speak.
“It is.” He replied, hooking their arms together before he took her hand,
“I wish you all the best.” They both didn't dare look at each other, because if they did, tears would be involved and would raise too many questions.
“Have a great life with him, [ Name ].” Was his last well-wishing words he spoke to her along with a kiss on the forehead, before the grand doors open for them to step out of.
The guests look at her, taking photos of your dress, waving, smiling, questioning who was the man with you. and no one made a sound except the quartet playing a beautiful harmony.
[ s / o ] could only focus solely on [ Name ], teary eyed upon finally seeing her in the long awaited day.
While [ Name ] kept on a timid look, throwing [ s / o ] a thin smile until they come to a stop, now feeling Mikey's grasp untangle from hers.
He offered her a painful smile, now passing her hand onto [ s / o ]'s before taking his seat a few benches down the altar.
"You're bringing not just each other's devotion into your lives, but also the companionship and gift of profound trust. You're committing to share your strength, duties, and love with one other, as this partnership need more than just love to succeed." It was now time for words and speech of wisdom, lecturing everyone.
"It takes trust, to know in your hearts that you want only the best for each other. It takes dedication, to stay open to one another, to learn and grow, even when it is difficult to do so. And it takes faith, to go forward together without knowing what the future holds for you both." The officiator spoke.
The word "love" appears in a lot of stories, yet no one can really describe what love is, and that shouldn't be a problem.
Much has been said; nonetheless, it is not always possible to express how you feel about someone in words.
You simply just do.
[ s / o ] is in pure tears upon listening to the officiator's words to the couple, while [ Name ] appreciated them, yet, continuing to gaze off elsewhere in the room.
Maybe, they should've gone for a municipal court wedding, just a quick and easy process.
Here's the thing about mistakes—
“And you, [ Name ] and [ s / o ]—” The officiator's words got cut short upon seeing a white-haired man stand from the crowd, as if contemplating to speak.
everyone else in the room followed, sending him deathly and confusing looks.
“Sorry.” Mikey apologized before taking his seat.
Hina, stood by the altar just a few steps from [ Name ] knew that the man felt and looked familiar; she just couldn't make out who he was.
But, upon hearing his voice, she got closer to figuring it out.
“As I was saying you—”
Sometimes, even when you know something's a mistake, you gotta make it anyway.
“I love you, [ Name ].” Mikey had finally gathered all the courage in him. It was now or never, because if he'd sit this one out a little later, then, it's over.
His unseemly confession elicited gasps from everyone, some guests starting to whisper and gossip with one another.
Hina gasped upon the realization, finally pinpointing who the man is
“Manjiro...” [ Name ] faintly spoke, not expecting his statement at all.
“I love you, I never stopped loving you.” He simply spoke.
[ Name ] didn't know what took over her, but, one second; she was on the altar, the next, she's dashing down the aisle, taking Mikey by the hand, and sprinting out of the place together just like how she did earlier.
But now, with Mikey. She chose him.
Laughters of joy filled the air as Mikey and [ Name ] cruised down the highway, basking into their great escape.
Okay, yes, it's a mistake.
You know it's a mistake. But, it was a beautiful mistake and you don't regret anything.
and you would do it all over again in a heartbeat.
Fly for this while, let the world collapse. You'll come back to build another one of your own with Mikey.
Hey mari chan how are doing sweetheart??? I saw that you opened you requests for christmas so here we are. Can I request mikey, baji and draken with s/o who suffers from severe migraines. I just want some Tokyo rev fluff while I am suffering with horrible migraines. Feel free to ignore it<33 sending lots of hugs <3333 Thank you!!!
Tokyo Revengers: s/o with migraines
A/N: Hi love! Sorry to hear you’re suffering from migraines! :( Hope you like this! <3
Characters: Aged up! Mikey, Baji, Draken
Mikey:
Calls you his ‘lil migraine baby’
Don’t question him, he just wanted to make it sound cute, okay?
He may not understand it well, but he can sense when you’re starting to feel unwell, he’ll quickly pull you into his arms and wrap his jacket around you like a blanket.
Mikey’s main objective is to make you feel better and happier again. So he’ll playfully kiss your forehead, claiming his ‘kissing the boo boos away’, earning a tired giggle out of you.
And for some reason he thinks dorayaki is the key to happiness, so be prepared to be hand fed some of Mikey’s dorayaki.
But on a serious note, Mikey will take such good care of you. He won’t let you leave his lap until the migraine has subsided, letting you rest against his chest as he caressed your cheeks with one hand and massages the back of your head with another.
“You know I’ll always take care of you, yeah?”
Baji:
Poor Baji had no clue what a migraine was, all he knew was it was bothering you so he should kill it >:(
But once you told him only way to kill it was to let you rest, he was quick to drag you to his room and lay your head on his lap.
He strokes your head a bit roughly but it’s okay, you know he means well.
He watches you with a lovesick gaze as the migraine consumes all your energy as you fall asleep peacefully in his lap.
“Pretty” he mumbles under his breath, before tucking you into his bed.
Sometimes, when Baji can’t be with you, he’ll text you to make sure you’re okay but it’s so funny because he never spells migraine right 😭
“Hey baby is your maygrain gone? 🤕”
Draken:
Smart, responsible bby !!
Keeps your medications with him all the time, so you never have to worry about forgetting it!!
The second he senses your migraine coming, he’ll grab your hand in his much larger one and take you to a room where he can dim all the lights.
“C’mere baby” he whispers in his deep voice, placing you in his lap, coddling you in his muscular arms, letting you rest in the serene darkness.
If you’re in public, then he’ll simply guide you to his broad, sturdy chest, pressing your face against it, as his 6 foot tall figure envelopes you to his warmth, away from all the brightness.
Carries you everywhere, because why should you walk with a migraine, when you have a big strong boyfriend to carry you?
Will threaten to punch anyone whose still talking too loud after warning them that you have a migraine.
Modern AU! Everyone is alive and happy besides shinichiro trying his utter best to get a lover LOL. (Fluff i guess? I haven't plan this before hand,eventual smut?!?)
Warning: Cussing words.
MNDI- Please like don't
• PART 1 •
[ Hey XXXXX u online? ]
(USER)
-Even if i am? Who are you?
(Motorcycle4Lifer)
-Your future 🤭✨
(USER)
-yk what, blocking list you go
(Motorcycle4Lifer)
-WAIT, give me a chance! Im sorry! I didn't mean to come of that way
-Names Shinichiro but you can call me,yours
(USER)
-...Im putting up with your bad flirt lines and yet your very consistent about it
-I wanna get mad it but now i find you entertaining
[Motorcycle4Lifer)
-Wait really?
-Hold on
-Me entertaining??
(USER)
-Yes, im incredibly Bored now due to the fact college isn't fun, assignments are a bitch and group work is a force of socialising till you worn out
-You may have been the weirdest message i have gotten but im not complaining
-Plus as how cringey your pick up liners sounds
-i can't help but laugh honestly
-it wasn't so bad
.......
Shinichiro paused, if being weak to women is not enough then this is. He had stopped processing whatever is his brain,trying to find any idea or solid response for you. A guy like him usually had people laughed at how incredibly stupid his pick up lines were. Now he wasn't sure either your laughing at him for how stupid he sounds or the fact your laughing happily on the pick up lines
........
(Motorcycle4Lifer)
-You think so?
(USER)
-Yeah, your message is the best thing I've gotten so far
-Yk what,let's be mutuals. Motorcycle guy
(Motorcycle4Lifer)
- Yes sure-
-It's Shinichiro or Shin
-or whatever you want to call me
(USER)
-what happened to the confident earlier
-man now your making me bored
-Im [Y/N]
(Motorcycle4Lifer)
-Ah, sorry
-Wait
-I'll try to make more pick up lines
-wait no
-God
(USER)
- honestly it's okay, your messages is entertaining enough
-Well then Shin-chan
-i have to hop off now
-mfing group projects
-WHY EVEN UNIVERSITIES WORST THEN HIGHSCHOOLS. IVE BEEN TRICKED
-Cya
(Motorcycle4Lifer)
-Wait
-Nevermind
-See you soon
.......
[Still trying to write fanfics again, i took a long break so yeah. I might convert to actually text messages soon. This will be a mixture of textfic and normal fanfic. Updates takes long while cause im busy with other things]
✿ Topics covered: (Eventual) Enemies to lovers trope, Y/N POV, tsundere-Mitsuya, bully! Mitsuya, fem. reader, minor manga spoilers, Bully! Mitsuya headcanons from last post
He lifted his large palm, coated in silver and black rings to match his attire. He was wearing a black mock turtleneck that matched his jet black hair. In his youth, he had lilac-colored hair that was either in a buzz-cut or grown out to a mullet. Now, he sported his black hair in his college-years. He was studying to become a fashion designer, a dream he had since his youth after his love blossomed for sewing. It had begun as a chore in order to keep his sisters satisfied and happy, saving money from buying toys by simply creating them himself. As he practiced it more and more, he began to realize how intricate fabrics were. How beautiful colors could come together and form the prettiest structures and designs -- how even the ugliest colors would look elegant if you paired them properly with the right colors, or carefully took apart the threads to create something new. You on the other hand were not studying to become a fashion designer, but rather a photographer. In your youth, you were a free-lancer in art and a quiet overachiever. You had many different career options open to you, but nothing really opened you up in the way art did. You participated in many different types of art, you loved painting, sewing, embroidery, name it, you’ve probably dabbled in it. One day, your class was introduced to your photography unit and all the puzzle pieces fell into the designated places, the pieces being lost and untouched for years. Nothing brought you more joy than snapping someone’s photo on the street to surprise them with the way the sunlight beautifully encapsulated their figure. Nothing brought you more joy than taking an eerily aesthetic photo of the rain pouring on the people below your building as a lady frolocked in the rain below, eager to rejoice in mother nature’s beauty.
Truthfully, your relationship had not started out the way it was now. With his palm ever so elegantly shoving you to the floor, your photographs spilling out of your portfolio as you hit the cold tile floor, protecting your chest by landing on your elbow and knee. Snickers, chuckles, giggles-- they all filled the hallway after seeing you collapse. Only a select few actually took pity on you, including one of his loyal followers, Hakkai Shiba. Mitsuya was usually followed around by two close-friends, Yasuda-san and Hakkai. Yasuda-san was also a fashion major, while Hakkai was planning to become a model. Mitsuya was very well respected amongst the campus for many different reasons. Firstly, he was gifted with the intellect of sewing intrigue designs that made everyone sigh in awe. Secondly, pretty-privilege. You hated to admit it but Mitsuya was a very attractive-looking man, his hair was always fluffed to the right extent, he was well-dressed, and leading into the third reason, he was smart. Despite being a part of the Tokyo Manji Gang, otherwise known as Toman, as one of the second division captains, he was able to manage schoolwork as an overachiever and was known for his intellect. Not to mention, keeping his division in check along with his two younger sisters AND the sewing club that he managed at his school? It was no wonder he was seen as the perfect boyfriend, he had all of his together. This was the reason why his disregard of you was seen as acceptable, everyone assumed you must have done something wrong for him to treat you this way, right?
Incorrect assumption. You have never done anything wrong to Mitsuya-- in fact… you don’t really remember doing anything to him, period. You both met by chance in his home-economics club, which he decided to suggest to the college board upon seeing there was not a club that actively encouraged sewing. At the time, most participants on campus were graphic designers, artists, not really looking to take the fashion industry by storm as Mitsuya was. However, he was able to persuade the board and even got petition signatures to seal it all off. He was the president of the club and upon seeing the posters taped in the hallways, you instantly took the opportunity to get any extracurricular activities on your transcript. He welcomed you into the club but it wasn’t like you got that much of his attention-- after all, the club filled up quickly with Mitsuya’s admirers. Although, shortly before he began his cruel treatment and behavior towards you, it actually seemed like you two were becoming friends. He would begin to check on you a little more frequently than the rest, tapping your shoulder with a warm smile, asking you how your project was going. You would show him your small projects, nothing too big as it had nothing to do with your major, but projects that you enjoyed and had fun doing nonetheless. He seemed most amused by the sweater you created for your dog by letting out a soft chuckle. In return, he showed you the sweaters he made for his sisters, who were now teenagers. It became a routine for him to walk over to you after checking up on everyone else and talk until club hours were over. He’d find anything to talk about and it made your heart swell with how he actually took the time out of his day to make sure you didn’t feel alone. You were sure he had picked up on how you lacked friends in his club, he was clearly trying to make you feel welcome and you couldn’t help but begin to admire him even more than you once had.
One day, however, it suddenly changed. His demeanor was suddenly cold and unwelcoming to you. You noticed when you walked into his club as you normally did, taking your seat. He did not visit you within the 10 minutes it usually took him to check upon everyone else. It took much, much longer, so you simply assumed everyone needed more help than usual. However, when he came over to your table, his words startled you so much that you pricked yourself with your needle, rushing your eyes to meet his own at his sudden harshness.
┃ “Looks like someone isn’t paying attention.”
The venom in his words made your cheeks flush with a tint of red, noticing some of the club members staring at you, also in surprise of his harsh tone. You open your mouth, quickly questioning his behavior, all of your words coming out panicked, in fear you’ve done something wrong-- something to disappoint, or upset him.
┃ “What do you mean, Pres? My projects have never been an issue before.”
┃ “Nicknames are a privilege. Call me by my proper title.” He snapped, your peers widening their eyes, for he never required anyone to call him by his last name.
┃ “...President Mitsuya, I apologize. However, you can’t just--”
┃ “Look around,” he motions his arm towards the surrounding students working at their tables, sewing much larger projects and others measuring their models for their designs. Your right eyebrow began to raise in confusion, he had never minded your small projects. Yet, here he was, embarrassing, no-- humiliating you in front of your peers about how minuscule your projects were in comparison.
┃ “Your peers all have their mind set on a big project or several larger projects. Yet, here you are with your small little trinkets. They’re working hard, and you’re doing the bare minimum to have your work completed for this club.”
Tears began to prick your eyes, questioning what his true motive was here. Surely, the projects weren’t the issue. This… this was too strong of a switch-up. Something had triggered this outburst of his, but you weren’t sure what. He was always stressed, all the time actually-- had he perhaps overwhelmed himself and he was taking it out on you?
┃ “(Y/N).” Your name so violently came out of his mouth, as if it had just crashed on cement. It wasn’t the silky and softer voice you were accustomed to hearing when speaking with him. “Get your head out of the clouds. Are you listening?”
┃ “Sir… I mean, President Mitsuya, with all due respect, you seem to be… unfairly targeting me. Some of these students are creating something as simple as a sweater for their friends, why is something for my dog any different?”
The rest of the club began planning your funeral. While never seeing him this upset on school grounds, they have heard about how foul he could get with his division members. Questioning him was bound to make him explode. They all froze, eyes drifting to Mitsuya for an incoming scolding.
┃ With a harsh grab, his fingers glide under your chin as he lifts it up to meet his face directly. “'You questioning me?”
┃ “N-no sir! I mean no disrespect, I just-”
┃ “You’ll be staying after club hours.”
┃ “B-but sir I have-”
┃ “I was NOT asking.” He half-shouts, dropping your chin from his harsh grip as he makes it back to the front of the classroom where he continues to work on his own projects. Your fellow club members pitied you at first, but after seeing how harsh he got later on with you as the bullying continued, they assumed this was the result of an external conflict.
You don’t remember what he told you after club hours. He was yelling something about how you were stupid, a dumbass, and well, you get the rest. Cruel words were thrown at you as if the day before he wasn’t so fondly helping you with the sweater for your dog-- helping you perfect the stitch of his name. Any time you questioned him or flat-out denied his accusations and heinous words, he would yank your chain and pull you so you were right in front of him as he stared down at you. It was enough to scare you out of ever providing a rebuttal, and you soon learned that as the bullying continued.
Now, here you are, on the floor, calmly collecting your portfolio photographs, not even phased by his now-normal harassment. Usually, a shove would be enough to appease him, but today it seemed like one of those days where he wanted more. He walked over to your kneeling figure as you collected your portfolio, your head turned away from him to avoid giving him any form of satisfaction.
┃ “What do you say after you bump into someone?”
┃ “I didn’t bump into you, dickhead.”
With a swift motion, he forcefully grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him, his lavender eyes piercing straight through you. He was clearly unsatisfied with your response.
┃ “What do you say after you bump into someone, skank?”
Every time you questioned him or talked back, you knew it simply made him angrier. You quickly learned that him acting out was his way of earning your attention, but for whatever reason it was, you couldn’t figure out why. What you did learn, however, from your many other incidents with him, is that he would praise you when you were obedient. Eager to get this over with and save yourself any more humiliation, you replied:
┃ “I’m sorry.”
┃ “I’m sorry…?”
┃ With a sigh, you continue, “I’m sorry, President Mitsuya.”
He smirks, now satisfied with your answer. He taps your cheek with his right index finger and replies:
┃ “Good girl.”
You swipe your face away from his grasp and continue collecting your photographs, along with your notebooks and planner that had slipped out. Mitsuya scoffs as you once more retract your attention away from him and walks away with Yasuda-sun snickering. Hakkai, however, stays behind and examines you for a few brief moments. He walks over to you and begins helping you organize your bookbag. You look up and smile-- despite his silence, his eyes offered every form of apology he could give you. You had learned Hakkai was afraid to speak up to Mitsuya because he was his best friend and was afraid any talkback from him would only result in a deeper hatred for you. You didn’t mind, however, you just appreciated how Hakkai kept you grounded. He helped you remember you didn’t do anything wrong, this was Mitsuya’s doing and his alone. Hakkai was always well-dressed as well, you noticed. He was wearing an incredibly long trench coat with beautiful shades of baby blue, ocean blues and a bright orange that made everything pop. It covered a black mock turtleneck that seemed to be matching the one Mitsuya was wearing and in fact, Hakkai also seemed to have an earring on one ear, similar to Mitsuya. It appeared that he deeply respected Mitsuya, his outfit seemed to be heavily inspired by his own. With everything settled in your bookbag once more, he offered you a pat on the head with a smile as you nodded and thanked him before running off to your first class of the day.
✿ a.n. // I finished this chapter while finishing my AP Psychology hw. I had started writing it and then idk why but I was re-reading the manga and went “wait, now what if we have Hakkai and Yasuda-san…” and ta-da, take my 2.1k words of pure a$$. If this chapter does well, I’ll be sure to upload it on my ao3, too. special tags for @the2ndl and @bren-heron because they both really wanted a fic out of this concept. I hope you enjoy loves <3
⁌ SUMMARY: Were you in love? Yes. But now you’ve fallen out of love with a man you once adored immeasurably.
⁌ WARNING: Historical, Cheating, Unrealistic, Angst, Not Proofread
Even though it was an arranged marriage between you and the Mikey. You two were more than happy to tie to knot. After all, you’ve known each early since childhood, which made sense. Your relationship only grew stronger as time passes.
Unlike other Emperor’s before his era, Mikey refused to have concubines. You were his one and only. And he would like to keep it that way. You didn’t mind that decision at all, after all you are his only wife.
But only time could tell whether or not he’ll keep that promise. Sadly he didn’t.
Whether it was stress or the constant pressure of the depressing environment around the palace. Mikey’s demeanor changed, for the worst. Before that, he was sweet, doting, and head over heels for you. But now he’s distanced himself from you like the plague. There were times where you tried to visit him while working. Only to have his trusty assistant, Draken, inform you to return to your palace quarters.
This was also the case for meal times, bed time, and etc. It just got to a point where you couldn’t find anymore excuses for his actions. So knowing that he refuses to see you, you asked Hina for help. She was the only person out of everyone in the palace you could trust.
Of course, she obliged with your orders. Carefully taking mental note of what he has been doing whenever she delivers him something. At first the news was the same, just office work. Reading paperwork. Praying to his ancestors. But then the nail in the coffin hit. He was… playing around with the dancers.
By playing around, she specified as in lewdly touching each other while exchanging dirty jokes. You didn’t want to believe it. Fond memories of you two being together erupted in your head. Promises he had flooded back. What’s changed him? Whatever the case maybe, you didn’t want to be in this relationship any longer.
If he’s just going to have you sit around the palace doing nothing all day. You might as well get a divorce to find some other purpose for your life. Riches didn’t matter, cause your family was already rich to begin with. The same goes with power and status. You got nothing to lose. Your family would be happy to take you back. Plus there’s no point of living in such a huge palace. It only worsens the feeling of being trapped lonelily.
When you first told Hina about a divorce, her face showed her concern visibly. Though later on, she supported your decision. Knowing how much you had to go through for the last five and half years.
So at night, you took a visit to his quarters of the palace, where a lot of women’s giggle could be heard outside. Before you entered, the guards raised their swords only to then get a better view of who the visitor is. They apologized for such rude behavior, you dismissed it. Not giving a damn about it cause you have more important matter to discuss with him. Hina, following right behind you in case if anything happens.
As you entered in, you could see your husband’s gleeful look chasing around a girl barely clothed, there were a few others just like her too. They stopped once they see you entering. One of them even had the audacity to think that you were just another servant. Hina snapping back at her for her rude actions.
His smile then dropped to a frown, dull eyes looking into your lively ones. He then asked all the girls to get out, they listened and excused themselves. You asked the same for Hina. Now it’s just the two of you, him sitting down on a royal gold chair. And you standing tall and straight.
“What do you want?”, he asked in a annoyed tone.
“I want a divorce”, you weren’t going to sugar coat things, you wanted to get straight to the point.
“What?!”, strangely enough he didn’t look too happy when you said that. “Why?”.
You almost laughed, “Your kidding me right? Why? Mikey, you’ve changed. I’ve also changed. Do you have any idea what life is like living a huge palace? I understand that you always have to be on guard about assassins, paperwork, and etc. But this is just getting too much. And to top that off, you have been fooling around with other girls. So I just want a divorce…”, voice nearly cracking at the end.
“No”, he said so in such a dull matter before getting out of his seat in a hurry to wrap his arms around you, heart buried in the crook of your neck.
“No, I don’t want to”, his voice cracked, he sounded very scared.
“Mikey, please”, you pleaded.
“Your my wife?!”, he exclaimed loudly almost in the brink of tears.
“But you don’t treat me like me”, looking down to the side.
“I can change! I know I can, just please give me don’t ask for a divorce”, his entire was trembling as he cried.
You gently pushed him away, “I’m sorry Mikey, but decision will stay the same”, you then took the hair pin out of your hair letting it fall down. “Here”, placing it on a wooden table.
It was the first present he had ever given to you and the last present after all that happened. You given the royal seal of the empress back. The clothes, jewelry, and living quarters. All you needed was to leave this insufferable palace.
On the day you were leaving, everyone was crying for your leave. All except, Mikey. Draken was there to be there for him. Not that it mattered to you anyway, your ties are cut, emotions almost nonexistent. Little did you know, Mikey was looking down from a window. He then whispered, “Goodbye, Y/N”, before retreating to another room.
Days later, he’s lost his mind. His temper was way shorter. No one could calm him down, not even Draken. He’s also been drinking heavily, not something he would do back then. But he does now. At night, he would have dreams of you together happily before seeing you fade away.
Waking up, gasping for air, cold sweat dripping down his face. Realizing that it wasn’t a dream, it was his reality. Not long after, he fell ill, really ill. It got so bad that physicians warned him if he doesn’t take his medicine he could potentially die.
Draken, being the guy that he is, rode a horse out during the night to go to your residence. Didn’t matter how long it took, your the only person who can knock some sense back into him.
You refused from the beginning only to change your mind when hearing about his condition. So you ended up agreeing. Returning to the palace the very next day.
When you entered his room, you could tell how bad it was just from looking at him. He looked malnourished, pale, with dark eye bags. Calling out to him, his eyes widened.
“No, your not Y/N. Your just another dream”, he’s really lost his sanity without you.
Internally it does break your heart but you didn’t show it cause now you need him to snap out of this trance he’s in.
“No, Mikey. It’s me, the real me”, hugging him to prove it to him.
His arms as weak as they were clamped onto you tightly fearing you might just disappear like his dreams. “Don’t leave me”, his voice weak.
“I won’t, not until you get better”, patting him on the back gently, and humming a calm melody till he fell asleep again.
A/N: Hope you’ve enjoyed reading this fanfic
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