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chifuyu && mikey lover

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Updated Masterlist

Tokyo Revengers:

Manjiro (Mikey) Sano:

Baby Steps

Anything For You

"You're Safe With Me"

Take A Chance With Me

Losing Dogs

3:08AM

Ghost Of You

Funny How That Works

Matsuno Chifuyu:

Adopt Me

Strawberry Flavored Kisses

Izana Kurokawa

Already Done

Blue Lock:

Nagi Seishiro:

Lazy Sunday Morning

Same Time Tomorrow?

About Time

Through His Screen

White Lies (1) (2) (3) (4)

Indifference

Isagi Yoichi:

Take Care Of Me

Bachira Meguru:

Shadows On The Field

Hiiii I'm new here, so feel free to send me requests, and I'll do my best to fill them if I have the time. I only write from Y/N's perspective (she/her) since Y/N is me in this case. These are all my word dumps. Just a heads up, I don't write smut—I have no idea how to do that! I mainly focus on angst and fluff. Thank uuu~

PS. all characters are aged up btw. Thats why they always live alone or with a roommate. I wont write them in highschool lol sorry.

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White Lies Final Part - Nagi Seishiro

♡ it's finishedddd !!! i honestly had no idea what i was gonna do for the last part but i ended it with this. i might make a part 6 just for funsies, but i thought this was a sweet way to wrap it up and give you guys some closure. pls pls keep reading my stories!!!! your comments and feedback make me so so happy, it genuinely means the world to me. ok enjoy hehe ily <3

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The chapel is small. Intimate. Nagi stands at the altar, straightening the cuffs of his suit jacket like he’s not lowkey sweating through it.

He’s not nervous.

Okay, he’s nervous. But not because he’s unsure. Hell no. He’s just trying to keep it cool. Because today? This is it.

Nagi stands at the altar looking like he just woke up from a nap he didn’t want to end. His tie is a little loose, his hair still flops into his eyes no matter how many times Reo tried to fix it. But he's here. Awake. Present. Soft eyes trained only on you as you walk down the aisle.

You, and Haruto, clinging to your hand like he’s part of the package deal.

Because he is.

Nagi doesn’t move until you're close enough. Then, without caring about formality or timing or how many people are watching, he tugs gently on your wrist until you’re standing just a little closer. He exhales like he’s finally able to breathe again.

“You look comfy,” he whispers, and you laugh quietly.

“Not the word most people go for.”

“I mean it. Like home.”

Haruto’s standing between you two, rocking on his heels in a tiny suit Reo definitely overspent on. He leans into Nagi’s side without a word, like he belongs there. And Nagi, he rests his hand on Haruto’s head like it’s second nature now.

Reo stands behind him as best man-slash-godfather-slash-everything-else-he’s-named-himself. His tie’s crooked and he’s already crying, pretending he’s not. “Don’t mind me,” he says when the officiant clears his throat. “Just watching my idiot best friend do something smart for once.” His breath hitched. “I’m really proud of this idiot.”

Nagi shrugs. “Same.”

The vows are simple.

You speak first. Promising love, patience, honesty, all the usual things, but most importantly, you promise rest. A safe place to fall asleep. A home to come back to.

Nagi’s turn comes and he scratches the back of his neck, eyes half-lidded, voice quiet but certain.

“I’m not great with words. Or… plans. Or mornings.” He pauses. “But I’m good at being yours. That’s easy. It’s the only thing that doesn’t feel like effort.”

You don’t cry until he says that.

The kiss is soft. Slow. Like two people who know they’ve already chosen each other a hundred times before today. Haruto claps before anyone else does, proudly announcing, “NOW we can get cake!”

The rest of the day is soft edges and shared glances.

Reo hoists Haruto onto his shoulders and calls himself The Cool Godfather™, while Nagi immediately finds the comfiest patch of grass in the park and lays flat, pulling you down with him.

He yawns. “Can we just stay here forever?”

You hum, brushing your fingers through his hair.

“We already are.”

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Indifference — Nagi Seishiro

tw: angst

sorry.

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Nagi wasn’t a bad boyfriend. Well, let’s not say that. He was a great friend but an awful boyfriend.

He didn’t yell. He didn’t cheat. He didn’t lie. He just… wasn’t there. Not really, anyway.

And that’s what hurt.

“Sei, it just feels like you don’t care.”

He didn’t look up from his Switch. Just tapped at the screen, game still going.

“I do care,” he said flatly.

You waited for more. A glance. A hand. Anything. Okay, fucking prove it.

“You don’t act like it,” you said, sharper now. “People talk down to me. Make me feel small. And you just sit there. Like it’s not happening. Like I’m not worth defending.”

“It’s just easier not to make it a thing,” he mumbled. “Why does everything have to be a fight?”

You stared at him. At the slump in his shoulders, the lazy drift of his eyes. How he always looked half asleep. Like he didn’t care.

“It’s not a fight. It’s me. I’m telling you I’m hurt. And you won’t even look at me.”

Still no eye contact. Still no pause. Just the dull clicking of buttons.

“I cried in the bathroom last week, you know that?” you said. “Your friends called me names, told me I wasn’t worth it. I was a distraction. You just sat there.”

“It was just a joke,” he muttered.

“Jokes are supposed to be funny.”

“It was.”

He finally looked up then, but his expression didn’t change. Blank.

You wanted him to fight for you. Just once. To stand up, to raise his voice, to feel something.

But all you ever got was indifference dressed up as peace.

You felt pathetic. For begging. For trying. All you did was try, you did everything you could. You met him halfway for months. You stopped everything, even how you felt, to keep him comfortable. But he couldn’t make one change for you. Not one sacrifice.

“I don’t want to be someone you just tolerate,” you said, voice cracking. “I want to matter.”

Nagi blinked slowly, as if even that was a task.

“I never asked you to try so hard.”

That was the one. That was it.

You shook your head quickly and turned away before he could see you cry. Not that he’d try to stop you. Not that he’d even get up.

As the door clicked shut behind you, he stayed where he was. Game still open. Room still quiet. Like nothing had changed.

But something had.

Once you walked through that door, you knew you weren’t coming back.

You thought about turning around. You even stopped in front of the door, back still turned. You wanted to kick it down, scream: Please, my God, please be kind to me. Please stick up for me. Please be strong for me. Please—anything. Just make me feel seen for once. All I want is to be loved. Please, God, love me.

But you didn’t.

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White Lies Part 4 - Nagi Seishiro

♡ part 4 is finally here hehe. part 3 didnt do that well but i hope the people that ARE reading are as invested as i was. theres one more part to this series and then its all done :( but i hope i gave you the fluffy love story you all wanted. i wanted these 2 to have a moderately mature relationship while still staying true to nagi's character so i hope i did him right by you guys. thanks for sticking w me and i hope i can get requests from you all in the future, id love to write for your faves hehe. anywayssss this was so long - happy reading. MWAAAHHH.

part 3 here

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Y/N and Nagi stood outside the small café where they'd just had dinner with Haruto. Their son had fallen asleep in the car, curled up in his seat, leaving the two of them alone with their unspoken thoughts.

Y/N leaned against the passenger door, readying herself for what she knew was coming. Nagi was never one to push conversations, but she could feel his gaze on her.

“So…” he finally said, voice lower than usual. “Why did you leave?”

The question was blunt… Too blunt. Uncomfortably so. Y/N let out a slow breath, staring at the pavement as if it held all the answers. It didn't.

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” she admitted. “You were about to go pro, Nagi. You had scouts looking at you, a future waiting for you. I couldn’t… I couldn’t be the reason you gave it up.”

His brows furrowed. “That wasn’t your choice to make. That's actually really fucking unfair Y/N.”

Wow. He went there. “Maybe not. But back then, I didn’t think you wanted a choice. You were always so indifferent about us. I overheard you talking to Reo once, saying relationships were a ‘pain.’ And I convinced myself that meant you didn’t want this. That you wouldn’t want him. So I ran.”

Nagi exhaled sharply, running a hand through his white hair. “I was an idiot back then.”

Y/N blinked at him, caught off guard by the bluntness of his admission.

“It was easier to act like things didn’t matter than to admit that they did.” He sighed, shaking his head. “But you mattered. And if I had known about Haruto, he would’ve mattered too.”

Silence stretched between them. For the first time in a long time, Y/N let herself look at him… Like, really look. Nagi had never been one for grand gestures, but the way he had been showing up for their son, the way he had been trying… Things were different now.

“You should’ve told me,” he said after a moment, his voice softer. “But I should’ve made you feel like you could.”

“And now?” she asked, hesitant. “What do we do now?”

Nagi glanced at the car, at Haruto’s sleeping figure through the window. Then he looked at her.

“We try,” he said simply. “If you’ll let me.”

Y/N wasn't sure about anything. Why did she feel like she could trust him this time?

“…Okay,” she whispered.

Nagi reached out then, hesitant, before brushing his fingers against hers. She didn’t pull away.

"I don’t just wanna try, Y/N," he started. "I wanna be part of his life, your life."

Her lips parted, but no words came out. None of this felt real.

Nagi squeezed her hand lightly. His hands were rough, proof of all the years of hard work and training. He never gave up on that—maybe he wouldn't give up on her either.

"Okay…" she whispered.

"Let's go home, okay?"

"I'd like that, Nagi. Let's go home."

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White Lies Part 3 - Nagi Seishiro

♡ hiii lovelies, i'm gonna make this a 5 part series so please expect 2 more updates hehe. the next one is gonna finish up this story and the 5th part is going to be a little spinoff. lmk if you want to be in my taglist!!! mwah, happy reading my loves.

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part 1

part 2

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Nagi stood in front of Y/N’s apartment door, staring at it. He had been standing there for about 3 minutes now, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets, He had to knock, he promised.

It was… weird.

His whole life, always choosing the easiest path. But this? This was actually hard.

Still.

He had said he’d come, and regardless of anything, he stuck to his word. Well, most of the time.

So, with a sigh, he raised his hand and knocked.

It took a moment but the door swung open, almost knocking the wind out of him.

Haruto was standing at the door, looking up at the man who looked eerily similar to him. "You came."

Nagi scratched his neck. "Yeah."

"Come in!" Haruto grabbed his sleeve and started pulling him inside.

“You actually showed up.” Y/N said with a hint of surprise in her voice. "Haruto you know how I feel about you opening the door."

Haruto didn't react, he just sat down and patted the seat next to him.

Nagi plopped down onto the couch, stretching his long legs out. "Told you I would."

Y/N rolled her eyes.

Haruto climbed onto the couch next to him, bouncing slightly. "Wanna play a game?"

Nagi glanced at the console hooked up to the TV. "You any good?"

Haruto puffed up his chest. "I'm okay."

That was a lie. He sucked.

Nagi found out pretty quickly that Haruto had zero game sense, constantly walking off cliffs, missing easy shots, and button mashing his way through fights.

"You’re really bad at this," Nagi muttered, watching Haruto's character fall into a pit for the third time.

Haruto pouted. “I’ll get better!”

Something about the way he said it though. So determined, so confident, made Nagi pause.

He thought about himself as a kid. How he hated effort, how he never pushed himself unless someone else made him, and even then it was difficult for him to try.

Haruto was different.

Maybe he was lazy like Nagi, but… he tried.

Nagi wasn’t sure why that made his chest feel tight.

Before he could think too much about it, Haruto suddenly turned to him.

"Hey, Nagi."

"Hm?"

Haruto tilted his head. "Are you my dad?"

Nagi's entire world paused.

Nagi blinked, his grip on the controller going slack. Hands sweating.

Y/N, who had been listening from the kitchen, froze.

Haruto was staring up at him, waiting. Not impatient, not scared, just… curious.

And Nagi? He had no idea what to say.

Y/N must have noticed his hesitation, because she took a careful step forward. “Haruto, I-”

"Yeah."

Y/N inhaled sharply. Haruto’s eyes widened slightly.

Nagi just stared.

“…Guess I am.”

Haruto blinked at him. Then, slowly, his lips curled into a small smile.

“…Cool.”

And just like that, he went back to his game, as if nothing had happened.

Nagi exhaled. That was… really easy.

Y/N, on the other hand, was still staring at him like he had just killed someone.

“…You didn’t have to answer that question you know,” she murmured.

Nagi tilted his head, glancing at her lazily. "Why not? It's true."

Y/N swallowed, looking down. "I don't know, Nagi… Are you even ready for this?"

Nagi stretched his arms over his head. “I dunno if I’m ready or not. But…” He glanced at Haruto, watching him fail another level. “I’m here.”

It was the simplest answer he could give. The only one that mattered.

Y/N’s eyes softened.

Haruto yawned suddenly, rubbing at his eyes.

"I think someone's ready for bed," Y/N said, walking over.

Haruto groaned but didn’t fight it, letting her take the controller and nudge him toward his room.

Nagi watched them go, his body finally relaxing. Today wasn’t so bad.

When Y/N returned, she stood by the couch, hesitating. "Do you wanna stay for a bit? Or…-"

"Mm." Nagi nodded, patting the open space next to him.

Y/N raised an eyebrow but sat down.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

Nagi stared at the ceiling. Y/N stared at him.

"…You're really staying," she murmured.

Nagi hummed. "Told you."

She let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “My bad for not believing you.”

A comfortable silence settled over them.

Then, Y/N sighed, resting her head against the couch. “…Thank you.”

Nagi turned his head slightly. "For what?"

She looked at him then. Her expression was unreadable.

“For this.” Her voice was quiet. It was honest. “For being here.”

Nagi blinked.

That weird feeling in his chest was back again. But he didn’t hate it.

“…’s nothing,” he muttered.

Y/N shook her head. “It’s not nothing.”

She reached out then, her fingers brushing against his hand on the couch. It was small. A light touch. But it made Nagi’s breath slow.

He could have pulled away.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he tilted his head slightly, watching her, noticing how she was closer now, how she was still looking at him. It made him feel like a teenager again.

And then, before he could think about it too hard, he leaned in.

It was barely anything, a soft, lingering kiss, slow and warm.

When they pulled away, Y/N smiled, looking almost dazed.

“…You’re full of surprises today.”

Nagi shrugged, already leaning his head back against the couch. "Mm."

Y/N giggled, little did Nagi know she felt like a teenager again too.

They had just reconnected, but somehow, things felt like they never changed at all.

“…You’re gonna be around, right?” she murmured after a while, voice quiet.

Nagi sighed, tilting his head toward her but keeping his eyes on the ceiling. “Dunno.”

Y/N stiffened slightly, but before she could say anything, he added, “But I don’t really feel like leaving.”

She blinked, glancing at him, lips parting slightly like she hadn’t expected that answer.

Nagi finally turned his head, meeting her gaze. They stared for a little while.

“…I guess I’ll let you crash here tonight,” she murmured.

Nagi yawned. “Mm. Too much effort to go home anyway.”

Y/N swallowed hard, then let out a small laugh. “That’s the most Nagi way of saying ‘I’ll stay’ I’ve ever heard I think.”

He hummed in agreement, eyes already drooping lazily.

Y/N shook her head, smiling to herself before shifting slightly, resting her head lightly on his shoulder

It really felt like they were picking up where they left off. And Y/N enjoyed every moment of it.

Little did she know, Nagi felt exactly the same.

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White Lies Part 2 - Nagi Seishiro

♡ you guys wanted a part 2 so here u go hehe. ive never gotten requests for a part 2 before so i hope it lived up to ur expectations. idk if i should make this into a series or what. give me more suggestions and ill try to fill up your requests <3

part 1 here

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“Can I walk you home?”

Y/N blinked. “What?”

Nagi scratched the back of his neck. “I mean… Maybe we can just catch up.”

She hesitated. She was still trying to figure him out, but after a moment, she nodded.

“Okay.”

The walk was quiet at first.

Haruto kicked his soccer ball along the pavement, pausing once in awhile to pick it up when it rolled too far. Nagi watched, hands shoved in his pockets, his mind running in clumsy circles.

Haruto sighed dramatically and muttered, “This is tiring.” Nagi knew that line. He used it all the time.

“…Huh?” Nagi glanced at him.

Haruto flopped against a streetlamp. “Walking is boring. I wanna just teleport home.”

Nagi blinked.

His stomach felt odd, something between amusement and disbelief. He looked over at Y/N, who was covering her mouth, trying not to laugh.

“He’s… a lot like you,” she said, amused but soft.

Nagi didn’t know how to respond to that. So he just shrugged and looked away.

Haruto, clearly impatient, pushed himself off the streetlamp and went back to kicking the ball ahead of him.

After a few more steps, Nagi sighed and muttered, “Here.”

Haruto turned just in time for Nagi to gently flick the ball with his foot, sending it rolling toward him in a perfect pass.

Haruto caught it with his foot, blinking. Then, without missing a beat, he kicked it back, wobbly, unsteady, but it wasn't too bad.

Something about that made Nagi’s lips twitch upward, just a little.

He kicked it again.

Haruto kicked it back.

And just like that, they kept going, small, slow passes as they walked. It felt… Natural?

Y/N chuckled softly. “Okay, Haruto, let’s hurry up. You need a bath.”

Haruto groaned but didn’t argue, scooping up the ball before trudging ahead toward their apartment building.

Nagi followed them to the entrance, stopping a few steps behind. He could’ve left then. Probably should’ve. But for some reason, his feet didn’t move.

Y/N lingered too, turning to him once Haruto disappeared through the front door.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

Regardless of how loud the city hummed behind them, it felt quiet. It was quiet.

Nagi stared down at his drink, tilting the can slightly in his hand, his mind slow but heavy. Anything not to look at her in the eyes.

Y/N exhaled, crossing her arms as she leaned against the railing. “…So.”

Nagi glanced up.

She hesitated, “I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”

“Yeah,” Nagi muttered. “Me neither.”

Another pause. This wasn’t something he was good at, talking about things. Confronting things. But even so, he stayed.

Y/N studied him for a moment, before her gaze softened just a little. “You okay?”

It wasn’t an easy question. Not one he could answer with just a shrug.

Was he okay? He didn’t know. His life had been simple. He liked simple. But now, there was a five year old with his face and his habits and his lazy attitude, and suddenly, things weren’t simple anymore.

And yet…

“…He’s kinda cool,” Nagi murmured, surprising even himself.

Y/N blinked, before letting out a quiet laugh. “Yeah. He is.”

Nagi looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.

A weird feeling sat in his chest. Not a bad one. Just different. Heavy, but not so heavy he wanted to run and hide like he always did.

He could leave now. Go home. Go back to his usual routine.

But he didn’t want to.

“So uh…What are you guys doing this weekend?” The words left his mouth before he could even think about what he was insinuating to her.

Y/N raised a brow. “Why?”

Nagi shrugged, still avoiding her gaze. “…Dunno. Might come over.”

Y/N stared at him. Processing.

Then, she smiled. Just barely, but it was there.

“…Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Nagi muttered, “If that’s okay.”

Y/N tilted her head. But instead of pressing, she just said, “It’s okay.”

And for the first time tonight, Nagi let himself relax.

“…Cool.”

Y/N shook her head with a small laugh before stepping inside. “Goodnight, Nagi.”

He watched the door close behind her.

But even without her standing before him, he didn't feel like leaving yet.

So he stayed for just a few more seconds, staring at the door, before he finally decided to walk home, his mind already stuck on Saturday.

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Funny How That Works - Manjiro (Mikey) Sano

♡ can’t stop writing these man as fathers….. be still my heart…….

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Mikey never considered himself the type to be speechless, but standing in front of you, staring at the tiny boy clinging to your leg, he couldn’t find a single damn word.

Blonde hair. Big, dark eyes. A tiny pout that looked too much like his own.

And five years. Five whole years.

“You kept this from me?” His voice came out quieter than he expected.

You shifted uncomfortably, shielding the little one slightly. “Mikey… I-”

“Five years, Y/N.” His lips pressed into a thin line. He should be yelling, should be angry, but he wasn’t.

The kid peeked up at him curiously. “Kaasan, who’s this?”

Mikey inhaled sharply. Oh, that hurt.

You hesitated, then sighed. “This is Mikey. A friend.”

The kid studied him for a moment, tilting his head. “Ya kinda look like me.”

Mikey huffed out something close to a laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, kid. Funny how that works.”

Mikey wanted to punch a wall, scream, do something. But when he looked at the kid, his kid, his paternal instincts completely took over and all he could do was crouch down to his level and offer a small smile.

“Hey,” he said softly, trying not to overwhelm the small boy. “Ya got a name?”

For a second, the boy just stared, then glanced at you for approval before answering.

Mikey repeated it under his breath like a chant, like he was trying it out, trying to get used to it, trying to understand it.

“Hey Y/N…. Can I stay?”

You swallowed. “Mikey I don’t know…-”

“I’ve missed five years already.” His jaw clenched. “I don’t wanna miss more.”

You searched his face, looking for doubt, hesitation, anything. But all you found was softness, something real.

It took you a moment, but after studying Mikey’s face for what felt like eternity, you nodded.

Mikey exhaled, like he’d been holding in a breath for far too long. Then, carefully, he ruffled the kid’s hair, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“So… how do you feel about taiyaki?”

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White Lies - Nagi Seishiro

♡ the baby fever is so bad someone make it stop

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Nagi hadn’t meant to stop. He was just passing by on his way home from the pc cafe, when a bright flash of white hair caught his eye.

He was probably about five or six years old, sitting on the grass. Tousled white hair. Droopy gray eyes.

Nagi frowned.

It wasn’t an immediate oh, that’s my kid realization, but something about the boy tugged at the back of his mind.

And then he saw her.

Y/N.

Sitting on a nearby bench, phone in hand, looking almost exactly the same, just a little older, a little different.

Nagi should’ve kept walking. It wasn’t his business. But his feet moved before his brain could stop them.

Not toward her, he wasn’t good at that kind of thing. Instead, he wandered over to the vending machine near the playground. It was a dumb excuse, but it gave him an easy reason to stay.

Another glance at the boy.

This time, Nagi watched as he kicked a small soccer ball, only for it to roll a few feet before he sighed dramatically and flopped onto his back in the grass.

Nagi blinked.

That… looked familiar.

Too familiar.

Nagi knew that move. He did it all the time.

He cracked open his soda, taking a slow sip, still staring without realizing.

And then the kid spoke.

“You’re staring.”

Nagi blinked again.

The boy was looking at him now, eyes filled with something eerily similar to his brand of boredom.

“Huh?”

“You’re staring,” the boy repeated. “Why?”

Nagi tilted his head. “Dunno. You look kinda familiar.”

The kid shrugged. “Maybe you know my mom.”

Something in Nagi’s chest tightened.

“…Who’s your mom?”

Before the boy could answer, Y/N’s voice cut through the air.

“Haruto, baby, don’t talk to…-”

She stopped.

And when Nagi turned his head, his breath caught for just a second.

For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.

Then, finally, Nagi broke the silence.

“…So. Who’s the dad?”

Y/N inhaled sharply.

But before she could say anything, the boy beat her to it.

“Dunno,” he muttered, still playing with the soccer ball in his hands. “Never met him.”

The world slowed.

Nagi stared.

The same hair. The same eyes. The same lazy attitude.

His.

And she never told him.

part 2 here

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Through His Screen - Nagi Seishiro

Nagi Seishiro sits at his desk, fingers resting on his keyboard. He’s playing, but he’s not really playing. Just going through the motions, half heartedly pressing keys, letting muscle memory take over.

“Sei, you okay?” the voice crackles through his headset, warm and gentle.

He exhales through his nose, tilting his head slightly. He forgot her username for a second. His eyes flicker to the screen, watching as her avatar stands beside his, waiting for him to move. Her voice is patient, not demanding, just curious.

She’s nice. Really nice, actually. She always asks about his day, sends him funny videos, waits for him when he gets distracted mid-match. She’s good at the game too, better than most people he’s played with.

But she’s not her.

Her ingame tag glows brightly above her character, but it’s just a name on a screen. Y/N’s was, too, at first. Long-distance. Just a voice over the mic, just messages exchanged at odd hours, just a constant presence through the screen. But then they met, and she became real. Real in a way that left a mark, in a way that made coming back to the screen feel different when she wasn’t on the other side anymore.

This girl, whatever her username is, she’s good. She’s fun. She laughs at his deadpan jokes and doesn’t get annoyed when he spaces out. But she doesn’t fill the same space Y/N did. Doesn’t make the game feel as easy, as warm, as right.

“Do you wanna play something else?” she asks, her voice soft.

He hesitates. “Nah, this is fine.”

She doesn’t sigh, doesn’t push, just hums in understanding. “Alright. Let me know if you wanna switch.”

Her icon blinks out as she logs off a little while later. The moment she leaves the lobby, his fingers still on the keyboard. His gaze unfocuses, lost in thought.

He could call.

He could reach for his phone right now, pull up Y/N’s contact, her name still pinned at the top, untouched but never deleted. He could text her. Could hear her voice, even if just for a moment.

But he won’t.

Because he was the one who let her go.

And maybe he doesn’t deserve to ask for her back.

[chodzacaparodia]

[manjirosupremacy]

Already Done - Izana Kurokawa

Your fingers trembled as you tapped out another message, the glow of your phone screen illuminating your face in the dim alleyway. The read receipt stared back at you. No reply. You swallowed, pushing down the lump in your throat.

“Please pick up.”

No answer.

You took a deep breath, gripping your phone tighter. Your mind raced, replaying every mistake, every moment you could have done something different. Izana had been there for you, in ways no one else had. He had always been the untouchable king, merciless, calculating, but with you… you had seen the cracks in his armor, the moments of quiet vulnerability.

And now, because of one mistake, he was slipping away.

Your phone buzzed.

Izana: No thank you.

The words hit you harder than any punch ever could. You stared at them, disbelief washing over you in waves. He wasn’t even willing to listen.

You pressed send before you could stop yourself.

You: I know I betrayed Kakucho’s trust. And yours. I made a huge mistake. I want to make it right with you.

Minutes passed. No reply. The streetlights buzzed overhead.

Then, another message.

Izana: This isn’t about me. This is about you and Kakucho. Go home.

The cold finality of his words sent a shiver through you. Izana had always been blunt, but this… this was a wall. A door shut in your face. No second chances.

Your breath hitched as you typed furiously.

You: Don’t do this to me, Izana.

Three dots appeared. Then vanished.

Your heart clenched.

Izana: It’s already done.

A sharp exhale escaped your lips, and you realized you had been holding your breath.

You weren’t going to win this fight. Not with words. Not tonight.

You leaned against the wall, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on you. Your fingers hovered over the screen before typing one last message.

You: I really like the person I am with you, Izana. I don’t want to lose the part of me that is with you. You helped me see things so clearly today, and I don’t want to lose that.

Read.

But no response.

A bitter laugh escaped you. You should have known. Izana Kurokawa didn’t do second chances. He was a ruler, not a saint. And if you had been cast out from his kingdom, there was no coming back.

Still, a part of you, no matter how foolish, hoped.

Even if it was already done.

[manjirosupremacy]

Ghost Of You - Manjiro (Mikey) Sano

tw: angst

Mikey never liked silence. It always felt too empty, too much like the past creeping up on him. But lately, even with the sound of his bike beneath him, even with the voices of his friends filling the air, there was a hollow space that nothing could fix.

It was you.

He left. Walked away like it meant nothing, like it wouldn’t carve out something raw inside him. But the thing about letting go of someone like you, someone who loved him despite everything, was that it didn’t end when the door closed. It lingered. It haunted. It made him question if he had ever been good at making decisions, or if every choice had just been another way to lose people.

Mikey told himself he wouldn’t text you. Wouldn’t call. Wouldn’t reach for something that was supposed to mean nothing to him. But that didn’t mean he didn’t check.

Your social media? Opened and closed more times than he’d like to admit. Your last seen on the games you played? Not that it mattered, but he noticed. That small hope that you’d post something. Anything that would tell him you were okay, that you missed him too? Pathetic.

Draken caught him once, phone in hand, screen dim, staring like he could will a message to appear. He didn’t say anything. Just let out a sigh, one that held understanding and pity, before changing the subject. Mikey didn’t acknowledge it. There was nothing to say.

Some nights, he rode past your street, headlights off, engine low, just close enough to see if your room light was on. He never stopped. Never got close enough to be seen. It was stupid, childish, but if he convinced himself you were sleeping soundly, it was easier to believe he hadn’t shattered something irreplaceable.

He missed you. More than he thought was possible.

He wanted to tell you. That he was sorry. That he regretted it. That he was afraid he was more his past than anything else, and that loving you was the only thing that ever made him think otherwise.

But wanting and doing were two different things. And Manjiro Sano had always been better at running from ghosts than chasing them.

For now, he settled for the echoes. The reminders. The quiet ways he let himself miss you without ever making a sound.

[manjirosupremacy]

About Time - Nagi Seishiro

♡ I’m meeting a boy I’ve liked for a year in a couple weeks so I wrote this one in celebration of that. pray it goes this well for me ㅠㅠ

♡♡♡♡♡

Nagi sat lazily on the couch, phone in one hand and a half eaten bag of chips balanced on his stomach. His roommate, Reo, was pacing in front of him like a stressed out dad.

“She’s staying for a whole week?” Reo asked for the third time, crossing his arms.

“Yeah.” Nagi yawned, tossing a chip in his mouth. “She said she wanted to see me and hang out.”

Reo gave him a flat look. “And you don’t think you should, I don’t know, clean? Maybe look like you’ve seen the sun in the last six months?”

“Hassle,” Nagi mumbled. “She’s coming to see me, not the apartment.”

Reo groaned. “You’re hopeless.”

Before Reo could start lecturing him again, Nagi’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, then lazily pushed himself off the couch.

“She’s here,” he said, stretching his bizarrely long limbs.

Reo shook his head. “Good luck, man. Don’t scare her off with your… weird energy.”

He opened the door and there she was. She had a duffle bag slung over her shoulder and a shy smile on her face.

“Hey,” she said, giving him a once over. “You’re taller than I expected.”

Nagi blinked, leaning against the doorframe. “You’re shorter.”

She dropped her bag by the couch, looking around. This is… about what she expected. Bare walls, random gaming setup, and oh my god, was that an empty ramen cup on the shelf?

“Don’t look too hard,” he said, flopping back onto the couch. “I didn’t clean much… Or at all, really.”

“You’re lucky I like you.”

“I know.”

Their week together was exactly what he’d hoped for: lazy and comfortable. They spent most of their time on the couch, eating junk food and swapping stories.

“Do you ever leave the apartment?” she asked one day, sprawled out beside him while shoveling golden oreos into her mouth.

“Not unless I have to,” he replied, eyes half closed.

She poked his cheek. “You’re a disaster.”

“And you’re enabling me,” he said, catching her hand and holding it still.

Her cheeks turned pink, but she didn’t pull away. “Maybe I like disasters.”

“Guess that makes us a good match.”

When the week finally came to an end, and she was packing up to leave, Nagi stopped for a moment.

“You’ll come back, right?” he asked softly.

She grinned, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “If I don’t, who’s gonna make fun of how lazy you are?”

He didn’t smile often, but this time, he did. “Guess I’ll have to wait, then.”

“Guess so,” she teased.

Maybe effort wasn’t so bad when it was for her.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

i want to clean his room and fold his laundry and microwave his leftovers and cut his sandwiches into triangles and brush his hair and make his bed and sweep his floors and wipe his counters and make smoothies for him and buy vitamin gummies for him and chop fruit into small pieces for him and

[white-poppie]

As a writer, I wanna check if the TRV fandom is alive or not

Reblog if you are a part of the Tokyo revengers fandom and consume TR content

[manjirosupremacy]

3:08AM - Manjiro (Mikey) Sano

♡ pls see a dentist after reading this it’s too sweet. mikey is so CUTE AAAA.

3:08 AM

The glowing numbers on the clock felt like they were mocking him as his stomach let out a growl. He silently fake sobbed to himself.

With ninja like precision, he slipped out of bed, his messy blonde hair sticking out in every direction. “I’ll be quiet,” he whispered to no one but himself. Mission: Pizza.

With socks pulled up halfway to his knees (“the secret to stealth,” he thought smugly), Mikey tiptoed into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out a cold slice of pizza, holding it up triumphantly like he’d just struck gold. The microwave door creaked as he opened it, and Mikey froze, glancing back toward the bedroom. Nothing. He smirked. This was just too easy.

He tapped in a random time. Four minutes. It sounded like a good number, he guessed. The microwave beeped its confirmation, and Mikey flinched. “Shh!” he hissed at the machine, pressing his finger to the start button.

The low hum of the microwave filled the room as the pizza slowly spun. Mikey stood with his hands on his hips, nodding approvingly.

BEEP.

The pizza was fucking burning.

Mikey panicked. He frantically hit buttons to stop it, but that only made it worse. Each press was met with a BEEP BEEP BEEP!

“Oh, no. No, no, no, SHUT THE HELL UP!” he whisper screamed, slamming his hand against the controls. In his desperation, he yanked open the microwave door.

The hum stopped for a second, and he breathed out in relief. But then, the machine let out an angry WHRRRR! followed by a small spark.

Mikey froze, staring at the microwave like it was a bomb. “Oh… shit.”

Before Mikey could react, he heard her.

Mikey spun around just as Y/N shuffled into the kitchen, eyes half-open. She blinked at him standing there, socks pulled up, holding a steaming slice of pizza in one hand and looking like a child caught red handed.

“I wore socks and everything!” he blurted, waving the scorched pizza defensively like it was Exhibit A in his case.

Y/N looked at him, then at the broken microwave, then back at him. She bit her lip, trying desperately not to laugh. “What the hell did you do?”

“It panicked first, I SWEAR!” Mikey insisted.

Y/N leaned against the counter, shaking her head as laughter bubbled out. “You’re unreal.”

Mikey pouted, taking a defiant bite of his burnt pizza. “You still love me, right?”

“Debatable,” she teased, ruffling his already messy hair.

“Don’t eat that, you moron. I’ll make you something instead.” Y/N laughed, pulling him toward her in a sleepy hug. “You’re such a mess.”