tokyo revengers ⇢ YOU’RE TOO DRUNK TO RECOGNIZE YOUR BOYFRIEND
ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani, ran haitani & shuji hanma
warnings: alcohol and a very hammered reader. the boys are more responsible than you <3
this is one of the rare occurrences wherein MIKEY actually shares his food. when you’ve finally given up on fighting him for the last bottle of alcohol, you start whining about your sudden hunger so he slides his plate of nachos over to you. he watches you eye it for a second before you drag your gaze up to him. “i have a boyfriend you know?” you tell him, your attempt to be menacing coming out pathetically as the attitude dripping from your tone is dampened by your slurred speech. mikey doesn’t need the club to be well lit. the strobe lights already illuminate your face enough for him to get a clear view of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. “i know,” he confirms with a tinge of exasperation, “because it’s me. mikey. your boyfriend.” he emphasizes his last words, his last effort to knock some sense into you but you only let out a cackle which catches him off guard. “nice try but mikey never shares his food.”
“that’s enough.” DRAKEN snatches the last of your many drinks for the night before you can gulp it down. being the perceptive boyfriend he is, he can already hear the complaint that’s about to slip from your tongue so he’s quick to pull you by the wrist, up from your seat and out the door. “where are you taking me?” you ask as clearly as your drunken state can let you—not so much but enough for your boyfriend to understand. “home.” at his curt reply, you yank your hand from his grip with a strength that startles even toman’s former vice president. “what the hell are you doing?” draken hisses lest you make a scene in public. “i’m calling my boyfriend,” you warn him, “bet he can kick your ass.” “yeah? i’d like to see him try.” he dismisses your empty threat, reaching for you once more to guide you to the exit but upon hearing a few whispers from prying strangers who are clearly getting the wrong idea, he stops in his tracks and turns to no one in particular, no longer caring about whatever commotion he may cause as his voice booms over the loud music: “i’m the boyfriend!”
“let me go!” you relentlessly thrash around, yelling out threats of calling your boyfriend, while BAJI—the boyfriend in question—pulls you into an empty alleyway to avoid any possible public humiliation for the both of you. “fuck,” he huffs out a breath, “when did you get this strong?” some time in the night, he’s tuned you out telling him off, on a sole mission to stop you from drinking more than you already have. and he’s relieved he managed to get you out of the bar—that is until he hears a weird noise coming from you. “wh-” baji doesn’t get the chance to utter a single word as you begin to throw up. in a panic, he hastily puts your hair up with his spare tie before rubbing soothing circles on your back. your hair looks real messy, he notes, but that’s the least of his worries. “you feeling better?” he checks on you after a while, only to be met by more retching, making him grumble to himself, “and i get an earful when i drink too much.”
MITSUYA is helping you get on your feet—sweet boyfriend he is—but as soon as you find your footing, you give him a hefty shove. “i have a boyfriend, jackass!” you seethe, too drunk to recognize him, and all he can do is sigh as he regains his balance. “yes. me.” something clicks in your brain at his response and you squint your eyes to get a better look at him. “takashi?” “hi, love.” and just like that, you perk up, your mouth stretching into a wide grin. “taka,” you squeal, excitement coursing through your veins when you recognize your boyfriend, “hiiiii~” he laughs at the shift in your tone and takes the opportunity to slide an arm around your waist once more. “let’s get you home okay?” “mhm.” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you with ease. mitsuya assumes you’re fast asleep until a few minutes later, you mumble something against his skin, “someone tried to flirt with me but i said no.” a chuckle bubbles past his lips as he adjusts his hold on you. “really?” “mhm,” you nod into his neck as you snuggle closer, “i only love you.” “i love you more.” “love you most,” you reply before soft snores fall from your lips and your breathing evens out.
you’re rambling about RINDOU to rindou himself, going on and on about the reasons that made you fall in love with him. and while you’re occasionally interrupted by your hiccups, he patiently listens to your every word then he hears a “but.” the ways you describe him next are less flattering, less romantic—how he tries so hard to act indifferent to your cooing as if the tips of his ears don’t instantly turn red. or how he has a permanent scowl etched on his face. and other things you already tell him even when you’re sober. “he’s really lucky he doesn’t have any wrinkles yet,” you add with a giggle. “you’re really annoying when you’re drunk, you know that?” rindou deadpans. despite the lack of lighting in the club, he doesn’t miss the shock washing over you, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “what?” your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip starts to wobble, making rindou release another groan. “for fuck’s sake.”
in spite of your insistence to stay at the club, RAN easily managed to drag you to his car. this isn’t his first rodeo. as an older brother, he has had to deal with rindou when he was blackout drunk. “where are we going?” you mumble as you begin to stir in the passenger seat. “home.” “i wanna see ran.” your boyfriend throws you a quick glance—your eyes remain closed and the rest of your words are incomprehensible—before he focuses back on the road. amused by your drunken state, he plays along. “alright, we’re going to ran.” the stretch of silence that follows is cut short when you speak again, “i’m thirsty.” so ran makes a quick stop at a convenience store, coming back shortly with a bottle in hand. he unscrews the cap before he gives you the drink, “careful.” you take a big gulp, instantly grimacing at the taste and it elicits a snort from your boyfriend. “what is this?” “water.”
“want more,” you slur. across from you, HANMA watches as you clumsily reach for the empty shot glasses on the table, flipping them upside down as if more alcohol will magically appear. he’s not going to lie—he finds it funny. entertaining, even. and if the circumstances were any different, he would’ve even encouraged this behavior. but he’s your boyfriend now and if there’s one thing he truly cares about, it’s you. drunk out of your wits, you don’t notice when hanma slides out of the booth until he’s soon presenting two more glasses to you. even though the contents are the same, he asks you to choose, “which one?” “hmm… that.” before you can get your hands on your drink, hanma intercepts and downs it in one go. you’re about to protest when he throws you over his shoulder and chugs the other drink out of your sight before heading for the exit. “let’s go.”
when you first started dating draken, you already knew what you were getting into. he is manjiro sano’s closest man and vice captain in the tokyo manji gang. a gang that is only rising in rank. there was no way you wouldn’t become his personal nurse whenever he got home.
today is no different as he walks through the door to your apartment, being met by you in the hallway who lead him towards the couch in the living room before pulling out the first aid kit.
he doesn’t say anything as you wipe his hands clean from blood, eventually moving your fingers against the small wounds and bruises. “sometimes i wonder if you’ll ever come home with clean hands,” you mumble.
draken looks at you who’s eyes are staring at his hands that have caused more damage than he’d like you to know. “one day, when we’re old and i can’t fight anymore,” he chuckles lightly while speaking, seeing you roll your eyes.
“if you’re still getting into fights when you’re forty, you’re taking care of those bruises yourself,” you put a few bandages over his knuckles, making sure to cover every single wound. “i could become a real nurse at a hospital if it keeps up until then.”
“don’t worry, i’ll make sure you don’t have to do all this when we’re older,” he smiles gently, placing a kiss to your forehead while intertwining your fingers together.
“you better,” you say before putting your lips against the bandages as a last touch. “don’t wanna have to worry about you dying.”
“a fight will never kill me, baby. you never have to worry about that.”
includes : ken ryuguji and baji keisuke. they are in their late teens/early 20s.
note : UR WELCOME TO THE FOURTEEN REQS IN MY INBOX BEGGING FOR BAJI CONTENT! i was gonna write mitsuya and mikey but i got tired lol
ken ryuguji as your boyfriend.
he loves taking you out on his bike. he likes how you hold him so tightly, and he likes the feeling of your cheek pressed against his back. when you first asked him, he was a little wary at first because he was kind of scared you might get hurt, but who was he to say no to his girl?
the girls at the brothel fucking love you. you exchange makeup tips and self care remedies, they pinch your cheek and tell you how cute you are. "hi love, what are you doing here looking so pretty!? ain't she pretty, kenny? yeahh he thinks so, look at him, he's blushing" "'course i think she's pretty, i'm the one dating her" oh and they love to give you life advice too; men, money, independance, all of it. draken is embarassed by how they act, but you think it's sweet.
he hates being posted to your socials. he's cool with it if his face isn't in the picture, but he values his privacy. his own social media presence is practically nonexistent, other than one highlight with one story from your birthday of you holding flowers he got you. the song he posted to you is my girl by the temptations.
though he likes his privacy, he does like pda. not intense pda, it's not like y'all have your tongues down each other's throats in public or anything, but he likes a lil kiss here n there. his arm around your waist, or your fingers intertwined with his. a kiss on your shoulder, and always one on your lips before you part. and while he doesn’t typically like to make a scene, when he misses you its a whole different story. he loves when you run to him when you see him after being away from each other for far too long, throwing your arms around his shoulders and his wrap around your waist to spin you around, peppering the side of your face with kisses as you tell him how much you missed him through giggles. "missed you too, angel," a kiss on your jaw. "i'm sorry i've been so busy lately," a kiss on your cheek "'m gonna make it up to you though, i promise." a kiss on your lips. yeah, it's that kind of pda.
he will call you so many pet names, it's not even funny. they're out of his mouth before he even realizes it. it's not like he hides his loving side exactly, it's just that with you, he gets to be a whole other type of gushy. his friends make fun of him whenever they get a glimpse of his softer side when he speaks to you, but he does not care!!! he'll never stop calling you his pretty princess or kissing your cheek or holding all your bags when you go shopping just because his friends think he's whipped. he would happily admit that they're right!!
baji keisuke as your boyfriend.
he may come across as cold, but make no mistake, physical touch is his love language. he always finds himself gravitating to touching you, even in public. whether he's holding your hand or resting his head on your shoulder or tracing hearts and stars into the skin of your thigh, he just wants to touch you!!! in private, it is so much more egregious. he'll be on top of you, attacking you with kisses, hands roaming over your skin. he loves when you sleep over because then he can extend his time to cuddle with you. he likes little spoon and big spoon equally, he just wants SOMEONE to be held!!!
he has and will fight someone for you, absolutely no question. he doesn't exactly get jealous, you express how much you love him enough for him to have interalized it, but he does let a threat or two slip out when a man's flirting with you right in front of him. when someone is being creepy to you, yes, he has been known to throw a couple punches. he'll stop when you ask!! its not like he's batshit!!!! when he's finished, you tend to his wounds. muttering about how stupid he is but giving him a kiss to his temple.
he knows how obsessed you are with his hair. he watches you from the corner of his eye, staring lip tucked between your teeth as he puts it up. he complains, but he secretly loves it. "man you treat me like some slut" "true i'm just using you for your hair. one day you'll wake up bald and i'll be half way across the country with a ziploc bag full of your beautiful hair" "i hate you" he loves lying on top of you, cheek pressed against your chest as you run your fingers through your hair. he always ends up mumbling how much he loves you when your fingers find their way into his hair. he also lets you play around with different hairstyles too! his favourite will always be a half up half down moment :p
he calls you bro more than actual pet names tbh. generally, he doesn't use a lot of pet names because he'd rather call you by your name, but when he's being extra sweet or when he's tired, he'll use them. you love how cute he is when he's about to fall asleep, he starts going on and on about how much he loves his pretty girl. "soo sweet to me, love you soo much... my lovely girl... my love" he'll whisper into your neck, not even knowing exactly what he's saying himself as his eyes slowly flutter shut. when he's in a good mood he'll greet you with a lil "hey baby" or "hello perfect beautiful girlfriend" bc he's annoying like that 😞
he can ALWAYS tell when something is wrong. a clench of your jaw or a slight falter in your eyes, he immediately knows. he'll ask about it as soon as he picks up on it. he's surprisingly very good at comforting. he'll listen as long as you need him to, he'll give you a temple kiss, a gesture that quickly became a sign of love and understanding in your relationship. he'll kiss you on one, then the other, and add "to ease your mind." and you laugh because it's corny, and he rolls his eyes and claims he's never doing a nice thing for you again, but he grabs your hand to take you out to eat because he knows food is the best comfort.
HII!! I would like to ask for a Draken x male reader-> Tokyo revengers. in which Draken has been dating the reader for 1 year but has never introduced him to anyone because he doesn't want anything to happen to him because he's in a gang. but one day while Draken was with the other gang captain, they meet the reader and the reader jumps on Draken kissing him and everyone is amazed. sorry if it's too long :,)(SORRY MY ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE)(or if you want you can do it with Ran, I don't know who to choose so I'm fine with both<3)
Not So Secret Anymore
Draken had always lived in two worlds: one as the unflinching second-in-command of Toman, feared and respected, and the other as just Ken—a young man hopelessly in love with you. He cherished the contrast and kept it secret from anyone. Toman was dangerous, constant fights, rivalries between gangs, it wasn't uncommon to stay in the hospital for weeks, but nonetheless, the time spent with you made everything else irrelevant. You were his sanctuary. He wouldn’t risk you being pulled into that world.
For a year, Draken kept your relationship a secret. He’d meet you late at night after gang meetings, slipping away to your apartment where he could let down his guard. You never complained about the secrecy, you knew it came from a place of protection, a place of love and care.
“I don’t want anyone touching what’s mine,” he’d say, running a hand through your hair as you rested your head on his chest.
You loved him deeply, even if his overprotectiveness frustrated you at times. While Draken lived in constant fear of his enemies finding out about you, you often wished you could show the world how proud you were of him. But you respected his decision and waited. It didn't bother you too much.
It was another busy day for Toman, with the captains gathered at a café for a strategy meeting. Mikey sat at the head of the table, munching on his favorite dorayaki, while Draken sat beside him with his usual stoic expression. They were discussing territory disputes with another gang when it happened.
The door to the café opened, and you walked in. Draken’s breath hitched as his eyes landed on you. You hadn’t planned on coming here, but you’d been in the area and figured you’d surprise him. What you didn’t know was that this was the first time Draken’s two worlds were about to collide.
“Ken!” you called out, your voice filled with joy as you spotted him. Without hesitation, you ran up to him, throwing your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his lips.
The café fell silent.
Mikey paused mid-bite, his eyes widening as he stared at the scene in front of him. Mitsuya nearly dropped his drink, while Chifuyu let out a quiet, “What the hell?”
Draken froze for a moment before instinctively wrapping his arms around you, his expression softening in a way that none of the captains had ever seen before. He pulled back slightly, glancing at the stunned faces around the table.
“Y/N,” he said in a low voice, his tone a mix of affection and panic. “What are you doing here?”
You blinked, realizing the gravity of what you’d just done. “I… I was in the area and then i saw this café. I thought of you and hoped that i could buy some dessert for later...,” you stammered, stepping back. “I didn’t know you were with your friends.”
The awkward silence lingered for a moment longer before Mikey broke it with a smirk. “Draken… is there something you forgot to tell us?”
Draken sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… this is Y/N,” he admitted, his voice quiet but firm. “We’ve been together for a year.”
“A YEAR?!” Mitsuya exclaimed, his usual calm demeanor shattered. “You’ve been hiding this from us for that long?”
Chifuyu leaned forward, his eyes darting between you and Draken. “Wait, so you’re saying Draken—the guy who lectures us about focus and loyalty—has been sneaking off to be with someone?!”
Draken’s cheeks tinted pink as he shot Chifuyu a glare. “I didn’t ‘sneak off.’ I kept it private to protect him.”
You placed a reassuring hand on Draken’s arm, sensing his discomfort. “It’s true. Ken’s always been worried about me getting involved in gang stuff. He just wanted to keep me safe.”
Mikey stood up, walking over to you with a curious expression. He studied you for a moment before grinning. “I like you,” he declared, slapping a hand on your shoulder. “Anyone who can make Draken this flustered is okay in my book.”
Draken groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Mikey, don’t make this worse.”
But Mikey wasn’t the only one warming up to you. Mitsuya leaned back in his chair, a small smile forming on his lips. “I’ve gotta admit, Y/N, you’ve got guts walking in here like that. Respect.”
Chifuyu nodded, still looking a bit shell-shocked but no longer hostile. “Yeah… it’s kinda cool seeing this side of Draken. Who knew he could actually be a softie?”
Draken rolled his eyes, pulling you closer as if to shield you from their teasing. “Alright, enough. Let’s get back to business.”
But Mikey wasn’t done. “Hold on,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Since you’ve been keeping Y/N a secret for a whole year, I think we deserve to know more about him.”
You chuckled, feeling more at ease now. “What do you want to know?”
“What do you see in Draken?” Mitsuya asked, leaning forward with genuine curiosity.
You glanced up at Draken, your smile softening. “He’s kind. He acts tough, but he’s one of the most caring people I’ve ever met. He’s always looking out for the people he loves, even if he doesn’t show it in obvious ways.”
Draken looked away, clearly flustered by your words. The captains exchanged glances, their respect for their vice-leader growing even more.
“Well,” Mikey said, clapping his hands together. “Looks like Draken’s got himself a keeper.”
The meeting eventually resumed, though not without more teasing remarks from the others. As you sat quietly beside Draken, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. You had always known about the weight he carried as the right-hand of Toman, but now his friends knew about the person who carried his heart.
And for Draken, seeing you accepted by the people he trusted most was a relief like no other.
For the first time, he felt like he didn’t have to keep his worlds separate anymore.
He shows up fifteen minutes before you’d normally be turning in. You’re in your room, lights dimmed, hair loose, scrolling your phone when the quiet tap tap at the glass makes you start.
You pull back the curtain and there he is—Draken, standing in the glow of the porch light with a single flower in his hand. His lips twitch like he can’t decide if he should smirk or apologize for being here.
When you open the window, he mutters, “Hey. I, uh—know you’re about to crash but I jus’… really needed you—” He clears his throat, looking away for a second. “Needed to see you. Yeah. Heh.”
For all his confidence, the big guy’s tongue-tied.
You laugh softly, the sound making his ears turn pink. “You saw me, like, all day.”
“I know,” he says, stepping in once you move aside. “But… it’s not the same.”
He’s so close when he brushes your hair from your forehead, big fingers careful like he’s afraid you’ll break under his touch. “How was your day?” he asks—knowing damn well how it was because he lived it with you.
You laugh again, shy and sweet, because you’ve never seen him like this before.
“Draken,” you tease gently. “Why are you acting nervous?”
“I’m not nervous,” he lies, shifting on his feet. “Just… don’t wanna mess this up.” His gaze drops to your lips before darting away. “Don’t wanna mess you up.”
Your chest squeezes. He’s been kissed a thousand times, wanted by just about anyone he looks at, but somehow you are the one who rattles him.
You touch his arm lightly, and the heat of his skin under your fingertips makes your stomach flip. “You won’t.”
That seems to snap something in him. He cups your cheek, pulls you in slowly, and when his mouth meets yours it’s soft, lingering, nervous despite the sheer size of him. The kiss builds gradually—his lips parting, his breath catching when you nip him back.
When you tug him toward the bed, he follows like gravity itself is dragging him down.
You end up straddling his lap, your nightshirt brushing against his chest as he leans back against the headboard. His hands find your hips, tentative at first, then firmer, fingers flexing like he wants to pull you flush but doesn’t want to force anything.
The first grind of your hips makes both of you gasp.
“Fuck—” He squeezes his eyes shut, head tipping back against the wall. “You feel so—” He cuts himself off with a groan when you do it again, slower this time, rolling against the hardness already pressing into you.
At first, it’s a little playful—your shy laugh, his muttered curse—but quickly the air thickens. You shift again, deliberately dragging yourself along the length of him, and his big hands fly up to your waist like he’s anchoring himself.
“Don’t—don’t stop,” he breathes, voice tight. "Please?" Yeah. That was definitely a question.
So you don’t. You keep moving, slow and deliberate, hips circling, grinding, finding that sweet pressure that makes both of you shiver. Every pass makes his chest rumble with sound—low groans, broken sighs, sometimes your name like it’s a prayer he can’t stop saying.
He buries his face in your neck, lips hot against your skin. He kisses along the slope, then higher, then just under your jaw, open-mouthed and trembling with restraint. Each kiss makes you arch into him, and each arch makes him clutch you tighter.
His hands wander—up your spine, down your thighs, cupping your sides, tracing the hem of your shirt—but he never slips beneath. It’s maddening and perfect at the same time, this greedy-but-gentle roaming.
You pause once, just to catch your breath, and when you pull back far enough to meet his eyes, it isn’t cute anymore. There’s no giggle left, no nervous sweetness. It’s raw. Hungry. His gaze is heavy-lidded and desperate, and you know yours must look the same.
The next roll of your hips is different—slower, purposeful, deeper. He grits his teeth, a strangled sound escaping him as his hips push up to meet yours. The rhythm becomes a steady grind, both of you caught in it, intentional and helpless against how good it feels.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging when his mouth finds your neck again. He groans into your skin, sucking a mark there before dragging his lips back to yours. The kiss is hot, messy, open-mouthed, both of you gasping against each other as the friction builds unbearably.
It doesn’t matter that there are layers of fabric between you. It feels like there’s nothing at all. Each drag, each press, each calculated roll makes you want more—but at the same time, this is everything.
When you finally shudder apart together, clinging and gasping, he holds you tight—so tight—and murmurs into your hair, “Yeah. Knew I needed you.”
summary. pinterest pics describing how they’d hug reader<3 i think we all need 1 rn!! enjoy:)
part two.
MANJIRO SANO .
‘ mikey is arguably the comfiest hugger of them all. he’s the type to drape his arms around you at the most random times, letting out a huff through his pink lips. he weighs you down. when you ask him what’s up, he’ll just hum, nuzzling closer. doesn’t let go—especially when you’re busy. ‘
KEN RYUGUJI .
‘ draken isn’t that into pda, but there are times when he feels you need it. in that case, he’ll lock an arm around your neck and pull you close, planting a kiss on your head. when you’re alone, he always finds himself draping an arm around your shoulder. it always ends with your head snug between his bicep and his chest, warmed by the thick muscles underneath. ‘
MITSUYA TAKASHI .
‘ with mitsuya, it’s usually the subtle touches. but when he can get away with it, he’ll never miss an opportunity to have you in his arms, right up against his chest. he’s a head cradler. the one who breathes in your scent and rocks you side to side. the one who hugs you like you’re home. ‘
BAJI KEISUKE .
‘ call me biased, but in my opinion, baji offers the type of hug you’d never wanna leave. ‘c’mere,’ he’d beckon as he scoops you up in those strong arms. he has his own personal spidey sense for when you need an arm or two that he’s never ashamed to give you, no matter where or when. he’s firm. grounding. yours. ‘
nana's note. how do the tokyo revenger boys love you? i pooped this out in an hour because i fell in love with draken and hanma all over again. hanma's is suggestive GEHEHEH... typical nana behaviour.
mikey loves like a breath of fresh air, the inhale you take when you need some space away from everything and everyone. everyone, but him. mikey knows when to simply bask in the comfortable silence that envelops you two—like a warm hug that has no intention of pulling away. big black eyes glancing over at you as you cling onto his waist, cheek pressed into his back. his thin fingers interlock with yours, squeezing gently as the wind rushes past you and him. he navigates the roads expertly, stopping by the shops to get you and him snacks.
draken loves like a protective touch to the small of your back, guiding you through busy crowds, or simply telling everyone that you're his—and he's yours. drapping his patterned jacket—it's length so long it basically swallows you whole—over your shoulders when you complain about the weather. scolding you gently that you aren't dressed properly, but never truly getting angry with his baby. draken shifts so you're always on the inside of the sidewalk, and never once does his palm leave its place on your lower back.
mitsuya loves like the smell of breakfast getting made from downstairs. he greets you with a warm smile, pouring a glass of milk for mana whilst making an omelete for luna. you scold him for not waking you, to which he always responds with not wanting to disturb your sleep. the two of you start off the morning like every morning, and end your night like every night. mitsuya loves you like a learned routine—it comes naturally to him. to him, taking care of and loving you is like breathing.
baji loves like the lovesick churning in his stomach every time he lays his eyes on you. his body is sending him signs that he's in love—heartbeat pumping, chest tightening, sweaty palms, an undeniable smile that only you can cause so quickly. his mind runs 100 miles an hour whenever you're around, and baji swears he's never used his brain this much—so this, is love. baji knows he's in love when he thinks about how his words and actions will impact you. for baji, you're his mediator.
hanma loves like the feeling of waking up in his bedsheets with no clothes, the evidence of last night's events blooming blotches of red and purple on your skin. or more specifically, hanma's favourite parts of your skin. he caresses his creations with sneaky fingers, grinning against your nape when you squirm in his arms—waking up yourself. neither of you are in a rush to get up, or even move from your position. the birds chirp outside his window, cool winds sneaking in—making you inch ever so closer to his warm skin. trailing kisses along your jaw, hanma throws the blanket over you two once more.
Hi! Hope your having a good day. Could I request Draken, Mikey, and Inupi with a really strong girlfriend? I’d also appreciate if you could do Toman Mikey, but any Mikey works :)
Haiii sorry if I'm a bit late and I hope I'm also not TO late, but I haven't been on Tumblr much!! love this request, hope I did it justice :3
Prompt: In which they have a really strong girlfriend
Warnings: Afab!reader, A single curse word on Inuis part
࿐ ˊˎ- When he first saw how strong you were, he was shocked to say the least.
࿐ ˊˎ- Draken knew you were strong, but the thing is he severely underestimated it. After many months of dating he didn't even think you were capable of beating someone up, especially since you were so soft for him.
࿐ ˊˎ- So, when he heard there was gonna be a fight at school, he didn't imagine he'd have to break it up because you'd be the one fighting, especially since you've been nothing but sweet to him and everyone else he's introduced you to.
࿐ ˊˎ- After the fight he worried about you getting into another one, so he does everything in his power to make sure it doesn't happen again.
࿐ ˊˎ- To be honest, he's a little proud of how strong you are, and not only that but finds it impressive.
࿐ ˊˎ- He first laid eyes on you while you were in the middle of a fight with a member from Toman, and to this day he still does not know why the fight was started, but he knows you were handling the fight very well.
࿐ ˊˎ- People very rarely pick fights with you, not just because they heard that you're strong, but because you're dating the leader of toman, but the few that do pick a fight with you regret it.
࿐ ˊˎ- Mikey cheers you on from the sidelines of each fight you get it, and even backs you up if he needs to. Safe to say most people tend to avoid causing problems with you. He introduced you to everyone as his "super strong girlfriend"
࿐ ˊˎ- Inui has no problem getting into fights with girls, therefore the reason you know him is because you guys got into a fight, for reasons even you guys forgot about
࿐ ˊˎ- After you beat his ass, he accepted he couldn't win. However, after a teacher pairs you guys together for a project you grew closer, and closer and it becomes an enemies to lovers situation.
࿐ ˊˎ- He's shocked how soft you can be with him despite you being so strong, however he doesn't complain about it.
࿐ ˊˎ- Congratulates you after every fight you win, and has never doubted your ability to win a fight before. Although he was shocked you actually beat him, he slowly grew accustomed to how strong you are.
