haii!! it’s 🍓 again! i wanted to request bonten mikey finding his old omega crush (back from his toman days) suffering and dirty on the streets because she’s homeless ☹ and his alpha instincts kick in. he just wants to take her home with him… he can’t have you, his sweet omega though never official yet, suffering like this!
BTW JUST WANTED TO REMIND YOU AGAIN HOW MUCH OF AN AMAZING WRITER YOU ARE!! love you lots ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა mwah
TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★
୨୧ bonten! alpha! mikey x omega! reader
— mikey finds his teenage crush on the streets and rescues her
note : thanks a lot 🍓anon, you're the sweetest!! ily sm and I hope you'll like it🫶
note 2 : I'm trying to write more dialogue! it's one thing I'm reeeaally not confident about so I'm trying to fix that!
MY MASTERLIST: ★
mikey had never been a man who chased after love. the idea of needing someone, of leaning on another... it felt foreign and almost weak. he’d spent years alone, his heart shielded behind walls that were built from the pain he received and power he acquired. but he was fine with that.
in fact, mikey wasn’t a man who believed in soft things. not in feelings, not in attachments and definitly not in needing someone. his world had always been about strength, survival, and control.
but there had been a time, a short moment when he knew something else, something sweeter, something kind. something he buried deep inside and tried to forget.
and she was that something.
back when they were younger, before the blood, the fights, and before the world tore them apart, she was his omega. she wasn't official, none of them ever said anything about it, never categorising their relationship out loud as it was too precious to be put in a box.
but the way she moved, the way she smelled, it was once all his for a while. he silently owned this soft and gentle presence, balancing out the chaos in his life. a presence that made him feel loved and at peace.
but he never tried to change things between them. it was comfortable the way it was. and even though he wanted more, he never had the courage to keep her by his side.
he remembered how she had looked up to him when they were young, how her delicate hands trembled whenever they touched, how her voice softened just for him. he had always been her protector, her support. driven by an alpha’s instinct to guard and hold, he was fierce and reliable.
so when he saw her now, shivering on the cracked pavement, ragged clothes hanging off her, eyes wide and unblinking, he wondered when it all went wrong.
how did life messed you up this bad ?
you looked so small, so painfully vulnerable.
the omega he had once held so carefully, who had needed him then, was still there, but different, tortured by time and a life way too harsh for her. your skin was smudged with dirt, your hair tangled. and yet despite everything, you were still impossibly beautiful in that quiet way omegas are : soft, pure like something that was made to be protected.
really, what happened ?
you were kind, sweet. you used to bring him snacks without asking. used to smile when he didn’t even deserve it, and talked to him like he was human, not something awful and scary. and he never said it out loud, but you made the world bearable for a little while.
and now this?
now you looked like you hadn't been hugged in years.
your scent, his favorite scent, was numbed by the cold, exhaustion, and whatever pain you've had to go through in order to survive. and it didn’t suit you, none of this did in his eyes.
you were supposed to end up with some decent alpha. some guy who took care of your needs without you having to ask. who cooked your favorite meals and kept you warm and never, ever let you fall this far.
not like this. not here. and definitely not all alone.
mikey’s jaw clenched so tight it ached. his fists were already curled at his sides, twitching with guilt as he watched his highschool sweetheart he had abandoned a few years ago, so sure his presence in her life would've only resulted in misery.
so where was the world that was supposed to treat you gently? and where was the life you deserved?
you, who should’ve had a quiet home and soft blankets and someone to press kisses into your neck just to calm your nerves. you, who should’ve been spoiled and cared for, never left in the dirt like a stray.
and he hated it. hated that no one had done that for you. hated that he’d let you go. that he thought keeping things as they were would be enough. and regretted that he hadn’t stepped in when he had the chance. regretted that he convinced himself it was better to keep you at arm’s length, telling himself it was safer, easier, that nothing had to change. you were always there, soft and kind and good to him, and he’d thought that would always be enough.
but it wasn’t, and he knew that now. because you looked at him like he was all you had left. and maybe that was the case. especially in your state.
but he wasn’t the soft alpha you used to sit next to on rooftops. nor was he the tired but gentle boy you’d offer snacks to during long school days. that side of him died with everything else after you parted ways.
the man standing over you now, all dressed in black and dirty money, wasn’t warm. and he wasn’t gentle. his hands weren’t clean anymore.
and yet, even like this, your eyes still found something positive in him. mikey could see that you clung to the past version of him, that you still trusted him.
you didn’t flinch when he crouched down in front of you and you didn’t look away when he stared into your face with those once familiar eyes, now dark and unreadable.
you just blinked slowly, lips slightly parted and throat swallowing thickly as if you wanted to say something, but didn’t have the strength to.
and how he hated how small your voice sounded when you finally did speak. “…mikey?”. his jaw twitched, his hands curled into fists against his knees.
he knew you were cold, he could feel it even from here. the wind was sharp and he was absolutely sure that thin sweater of yours didnt shield anything. and yet, you didn’t even try to pull it tighter, as if you were too tired to fight back.
“who did this to you?” he asked quietly, his chest tightening.
you didn’t answer him. you just looked away, shame clouding your expression. and that pissed him off more than anything.
you, his sweet little omega, the girl who used to fuss over his injuries and light candles in her room when he looked too tired, you thought this was your fault?
“stand up,” he said simply.
you went to protest, but he beat you to it, interrupting you and repeating himself.
“I said, get up.”
you flinched. once again, your first instinct was to argue, to tell him no, that he didn’t have to bother, that you weren’t worth the trouble.
you didn’t even look like a person anymore, let alone an omega. your clothes were ruined, your scent unbalanced, your skin dull and bruised in places you didn’t even remember getting hurt. and he looked like the embodiment of power, like the kind of alpha who controlled entire empires.
that's why you felt disgusting next to him.
“I—I can’t.” your voice cracked, barely above a whisper, weak and tired. “look at me…”
he did, and that was the problem. he was still looking at you, like none of it mattered. like he still saw you under all that filth, and that only made the shame even more unbearable.
you looked away, hugging yourself, small hands grabbing your own arms. “you shouldn’t see me like this,” you mumbled, voice shaking.
mikey didn’t move for a moment. but quietly replied, voice trying hard to be soft and reassuring. “don’t say that.”
his voice had shifted, it was deeper and lower. his scent was also firmer now, filling the cold street with that unmistakable alpha presence, strong and commanding. but it wasn't suffocating, instead, it helped ground you, made you feel a little bit more at ease.
“I don’t care what you look like,” he said, stepping in close, until his shadow covered your smaller form. “you’re not staying here. not another second.”
you shook your head, voice breaking with something between panic and humiliation, once again trying to protest, in vain, because mikey wasn't letting you out there, he wasn't going to just walk away. not this time.
he took off his coat and wrapped it around you before you could even realise it. you smelled like dirt, like the streets, like everything you should never have had to endure, and still, beneath it, that soft omega scent was there, faint but distinct. soft and sweet, just like he remembered.
it was his. always been. he had always felt more possessive upon smelling your pheromones, felt like it was his duty to look after you. and so he did what he didn't do before.
you looked up at him, shocked as he hooked an arm under your knees and lifted you like you weighed nothing, and your fingers grabbed his shirt automatically.
you tried to pull your face away from his chest, eyes avoiding his face. “mikey, don’t—just, put me down. this is... this is too much.”
he didn’t even slow down. “you can barely stand.”
“I’m fine.” you answered, although you perfectly knew the hunger had gotten to you and that you wouldn't have been able to take a single step yourself before falling down. and mikey knew it.
“no, you’re not.”
his tone was blunt, not harsh, but it was not open for debate either. and somehow, that steadiness calmed you more than any gentle reassurance could have. mikey wasn’t soft, not anymore, not like back then. but he was constant, reliable and he meant what he said.
he was silent the entire walk to the car. a black vehicle parked on a corner, the engine was still running, clearly waiting for him. the driver didn’t even blink at the sight of mikey carrying a clearly weakened omega in his arms. maybe he was used to it, or maybe he just knew better than to ask.
mikey placed you inside gently, as if you’d break at any sudden mouvement. he pulled the seatbelt over your chest and clicked it in. his hand lingered for a moment at your side, before pulling away slowly, like it took everything in him to leave your side for a bit.
he then got in on the other side and shut the door. the silence in the car was thick.
your voice was small when you whispered, “you didn’t have to…”
“I wanted to,” he cut in flatly. “you think I’m going to leave you out there? after what you’ve been through?”
you looked down at your hands resting on your lap, trying not to let your scent increase with the embarrassment and anxiety rolling off you.
but mikey noticed, of course he did. mikey was sharp and all his senses had been focused on your whole being since he first saw you tonight.
he leaned back in the seat, turning his head just slightly to look at you. “you’re not a burden.” he said, wanting to reassure you and appease your mind.
you didn't answer, playing with your fingers nervously.
“I should’ve kept you close,” he added after a while and the silence that followed was heavy.
“but you didn’t,” you whispered, and you didn’t even mean it to sound bitter when you did. it was just... true.
“no. I didn’t.” his jaw twitched. he didn't blame you for saying the truth. he really regretted his actions.
“I thought leaving things how they were would protect you,” he said, almost in an attempt to reassure himself more than you. “thought if I kept my distance, didn’t drag you into anything… you’d get the life you deserved.”
he glanced at you then, with a gaze too sharp and dark to be meant for you. “and now look at what they did to you.”
“you were supposed to be safe. with someone good, in a warm house, with food, with someone who gave you what you needed. not—” he interrupted himself, clenching his hands in his lap. “not this.”
you couldn’t even look at him. you felt way too exposed, ashamed and disappointed at yourself for failing your life so miserably and ending up in this situation. you were not where you were supposed to be : next to a loving husband that could've given you the life any omega like you craved for.
mikey didn't take his eyes off you. he reached out to you again, slower this time, brushing your wrist with his fingers, carefully. “you're coming with me. I promise I’ll fix this.”
and although you still felt undeserving, still felt like you should be ashamed to accept it, you didn’t pull away, accepting his bigger hand into yours, enjoying the touch that once brought you comfort.
there was no way you could pull away. not when his scent enveloped your body like a warm blanket, making you feel the safest you've ever did in what felt like ages.
you wanted to trust mikey once again, wanted to believe he would make things alright again, that you wouldn't have to worry anymore. that he'd take care of you the way you dreamed he would've done a few years ago, when everything still felt beautiful and promising.
because you were sure now that, if no one else could protect you, he would.
