#manjiro fluff

[luvzayne]

12:46am — sano manjiro

you hated your for you page.

you hated that for some reason, your algorithm kept showing toxic relationships. from the couch guy, to the “i’m not your husband” guy and currently, you were seeing men get defensive when their partners reach for their phones.

you looked at mikey, who was silently munching on his second dorayaki, a bored expression on his face as he scrolled through the catalogue of movies to watch. his body was flat on the couch, seeming as if he melted into it.

your eyes flicked over to the coffee table in front of you, seeing his phone, screen down on top, next to the brown paper bag filled with his sweet dorayakis.

you were no insecure person by any means. plus, mikey has never given you a reason to doubt your relationship.

but there’s a small part of you that was curious to how he would react to you suddenly taking his phone.

so, with a cautious hand, you slowly creeped towards the table.

mikey, feeling movement from his side, looks at you from the side of his eye. with you being unaware that he was looking at you.

your hand was barely on the coffee table, so close to taking his phone when you feel his hand slap yours, causing you to jerk back in shock as mikey protectively cradles it on his chest.

a gasp leaves your lips, feeling hurt before you take notice of the item he was protecting.

it was a brown paper bag.

it wasn’t his phone.

it was his fucking dorayaki.

mikey’s onyx eyes darted from yours to your hand that was hovering above his phone.

his mouth drops in realization.

“it wasn’t the dorayaki you were reaching for, huh?”

you slowly shake your head.

silence.

you counted at least twenty seconds before you and mikey’s laughter filled the room.

mikey lets out a final laugh before he reaches for his phone, opens it with his fingerprint and hands it over to you.

“you know my passwords, baby.” mikey says, his attention shifting back to the show catalogue he was scrolling through.

you can’t help but smile and reach out to place a swift kiss on his cheek.

you turned off his phone, all the curiosity and doubts gone.

“it’s fine now, baby. thank you.” you say as you place his phone back and lying down on him. you hear him let out a sound of excitement as he feels your body on top of his.

his arms automatically wrap around your frame and he buries his face into your hair, nuzzling it with a content sigh.

“‘mm you’re always so comfy.” mikey sleepily says and you couldn’t help the giggle that came out of your lips. your lover always feels the sleepiest when you are in his arms, after all.

you felt bad for the people you saw on your phone, but you couldn’t deny the happiness you felt that you couldn’t relate to them.

mikey was wholly yours, and he has no problem easing your worries.

although, you should really try asking him between you or dorayaki. though, you don’t think you’re ready to hear his answer.

(he would automatically answer you. it’s always you.)

note: i wrote this under 30 minutes and running on 4 hours of sleep, could u tell

[bebe-writes-stuff]

Title: soft obsession

Pairing: Mikey X Reader

Summary: Y/N just wanted to admire Mikey from a respectful stalker-ish distance. But one accidental face-cupping session and a very inconvenient sniff later, she’s suddenly his tutor..?

What started as a quiet obsession?

Is now a full-blown academic crisis.

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Lunch break came like it always did, announced by the shrill ring of the school bell and the scraping of chairs. Students poured out the door, loud and laughing—except for one.

You stayed behind.

Everyone was too distracted to notice, and that’s how you liked it. You kept your head down, fiddling with your pen until the room was nearly silent again. The only person still there… was him.

Mikey.

His blond head rested lazily on his folded arms, eyelashes brushing against flushed cheeks, the rhythm of his breathing soft and steady. He was asleep. Peaceful. Vulnerable.

Perfect.

Your heart pounded. You knew how insane this was—staying behind like some obsessed freak. But something stronger than shame kept you frozen in place. Something deeper. You stepped toward him without thinking, each footstep featherlight, careful not to wake him.

He looked like a dream up close. His features softened in sleep, skin kissed by sunlight leaking through the blinds. His hair looked almost white in the light.

You hesitated for just a second.

Then, as if possessed by a hunger too quiet to resist, you reached out and cupped his face.

Warm. Soft.

He didn’t stir.

Your fingers traced the curve of his jaw, lingering longer than they should have. This was the closest you’d ever been—no desks between you, no noise, no crowd. Just the two of you. Alone.

And then—

“Mmm…”

The soft sound came from his throat, and to your horror and thrill, Mikey leaned further into your touch. He murmured something under his breath, voice thick with sleep.

“…nice smell…”

You froze.

Your breath caught in your throat. He could smell you?

Heat exploded in your chest, blooming like fire under your skin. You snatched your hand back like you’d just touched an open flame. What were you doing?! This wasn’t you. You weren’t this kind of girl—

Draken.

Panic shot through you. He’d only gone to grab lunch—he could be back any second.

You turned on your heel and rushed to the door, trying to keep your steps quiet, trying not to breathe.

But as you reached the exit—

Click.

Footsteps.

Draken stepped into the hallway just as you slipped out, your gaze brushing his before you quickly looked down and passed him.

He paused, brow furrowing.

Why was she leaving so late? Wasn’t she in class with them? Why stay behind when only Mikey was there?

He glanced inside, saw Mikey still snoozing like nothing had happened, and shook his head.

“Probably nothing,” he muttered, stepping in.

The rest of the day dragged by like normal—or so it seemed.

But for Draken… something felt off.

He couldn’t explain it. Just a strange itch on the back of his neck. A tension in his gut. Every time he and Mikey walked the halls, he felt it—eyes. Watching.

At first, he thought it was just paranoia. Nosy girls giggling over Mikey, maybe. Nothing new.

But then he caught it.

A flicker. A shadow ducking around a corner.

He spun around—too slow. Just a glimpse of hair, slipping away.

“…Weird,” he muttered.

“You say something?” Mikey asked, stretching lazily beside him.

“Nah.” Draken’s gaze lingered behind them.

He couldn’t shake it.

The shrine always felt sacred. Quiet. But today, it felt like something was hiding in the silence.

Draken scanned the area as they approached. The others were already at the steps—smoking, chatting, arguing. Mikey looked calm as ever, hands in his pockets, face tilted toward the sky.

But Draken?

He saw it again.

Behind the trees. A shadow. Movement.

He didn’t say a word. Just veered subtly toward the woods.

And then—

Bam.

He lunged, tackling the figure in the brush. A muffled yelp as he grabbed a hood and yanked them forward.

“What the hell—!” he growled, half dragging the figure into the open. “You think I wouldn’t notice?!”

Everyone turned, alert—until they saw.

You.

The soft-faced girl from class. Hoodie up. Eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

“…What the—” someone muttered.

“What are you doing here?” Draken demanded, loosening his grip but still holding you steady. “You followin’ us or something?”

All eyes were on you.

But only one gaze made your skin burn.

Mikey stepped forward, slow and curious. He stopped just in front of you, unnervingly calm as he studied your face.

Then… he sniffed.

Subtle. But intentional.

His eyes sharpened.

“This smell…” he murmured, gently taking your wrist and lifting it to his face.

Your heart nearly stopped.

“I’ve smelled this before.”

He inhaled again. Slower. Surer.

Your lips parted, but no sound came out.

“Where did I…?”

Then it clicked. His gaze locked with yours, recognition flashing behind the haze of sleep.

“You were in the classroom.”

You panicked.

“N-No! We never talked,” you said too quickly. “I—I sit behind you. That’s all.”

A pause.

Then Mikey smiled—slow and lazy, like the thought amused him.

“Huh…” he said.

“Maybe school isn’t such a waste after all.”

You blinked. “What?”

“If there’s a pretty girl like you sittin’ behind me…” He scratched the back of his neck, still smiling. “Guess I gotta start payin’ more attention.”

Then, in the softest, most casual voice:

“Sorry about Draken.”

You blinked again, startled. He wasn’t mad. He wasn’t asking questions.

He was… apologizing.

As if you weren’t the one who’d followed them.

As if you hadn’t just been caught hiding in the bushes.

Heat crawled up your neck. “I-It’s okay,” you mumbled.

Mikey hummed, eyes still fixed on you. Calm, but sharp. Like he was studying your soul.

He reached out and brushed a leaf from your hair. “You missed something,” he said simply.

You stiffened.

Someone scoffed behind him.

“Yo, Mikey,” Baji called. “Since when do you care if a girl’s got leaves in her hair?”

Mikey didn’t look away. Just shrugged. “Since now.”

The group blinked.

Even Draken raised an eyebrow.

Peh-yan leaned toward Mitsuya. “Bro… is he okay? He never talks to girls unless it’s about food.”

“I’m watching this like a live drama,” Mitsuya whispered back.

Draken stepped forward. “Mikey,” he said lowly, “she was literally stalking us.”

“Not stalking,” you mumbled, eyes on the dirt. “I just… didn’t know how to talk to you.”

“See?” Mikey said. “She just wanted to talk.”

“That doesn’t make it less weird.”

Mikey looked over his shoulder at him, blank but firm. “I don’t care.”

Silence again.

You shifted, unsure if you should run or evaporate. But Mikey turned back before you could decide.

“What’s your name?”

You hesitated. “…Y/N.”

He nodded slowly.

“Well, Y/N…” He stepped closer. “Next time you wanna talk, just come say hi.”

You stared up at him, stunned.

Then he leaned in, close enough to murmur:

“You don’t have to hide.”

Your eyes widened. Your heart thudded so loud it hurt.

He knows. He knows what you did.

And he doesn’t care.

Worse—he might’ve liked it.

Even with Toman watching, the world had narrowed to just the two of you. Mikey’s stare was steady. Unreadable. Like he’d looked through thousands of people before you… and found them boring.

But not you.

Whether that was a blessing or a curse—you weren’t sure.

“Alright,” Mitsuya called, breaking the tension, “soap opera’s over. Let’s get to the meeting.”

The others drifted away, still side-eyeing you. But Mikey didn’t move.

He looked you over one last time.

“You gonna run again?”

“…No.”

His smile tugged up, slow and real. “Good.”

You swallowed.

“And if I wanted to talk to you again…?”

He raised a brow, amused. “I already told you.”

He reached up—gently twisting a strand of your hair around his finger.

“I’m not hard to find.”

Then he turned and walked away like none of it mattered.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

Like he didn’t just rearrange your entire nervous system.

That night, sleep didn’t come.

You tossed and turned, thoughts a storm of what-ifs and did-that-really-happens. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw him.

Leaning into your touch.

Sniffing your wrist.

Saying your name like it already belonged to him.

Your body still remembered it.

Eventually, you gave up and opened your phone. Scrolled past homework screenshots. Past saved memes. Past—

There it was.

A blurry photo. Taken behind a corner. Mikey in sunlight. Asleep.

You stared at it, guilt twisting in your chest.

You were insane. Obsessed. Creepy.

And yet…

He smiled.

Touched your hair.

Asked your name.

Instead of shame, you felt something worse.

Longing.

You locked your phone and sat up in the dark.

Tomorrow.

You had to see him again tomorrow.

But maybe this time… you wouldn’t hide.

The next morning, you walked into class expecting everything to be normal.

Same halls. Same sleepy classmates. Same Mikey, head on his desk.

But today?

He was already sitting up.

Wide awake. Arms crossed. Staring at the door like he’d been waiting.

And when you walked in—his whole face lit up.

“There she is,” he said.

You stopped mid-step.

The whole class turned.

Even the teacher stared, squinting like she was hallucinating.

“Is he… awake?” she whispered.

“Yo, Y/N.”

Mikey smiled. Not the lazy kind—but real. Bright. He even waved.

You stood frozen.

Then—

“You gonna just stand there or sit next to me?”

The class exploded.

“HUHHHH?!”

“Did he just—?!”

“Bro, Mikey’s talking to someone?!”

You were burning alive. But your feet moved. You sat.

Mikey leaned over, chin on his hand.

“Morning,” he murmured.

“…Morning.”

He smiled lazily and turned toward the window like this was totally normal.

But it wasn’t.

Because Mikey was paying attention.

And everyone noticed.

And worse?

He wasn’t stopping.

If anything… he doubled down.

The moment you sat down, he leaned over to peer at your notebook, brows furrowed like he was really trying.

“What’s this word?” he asked, voice low, tapping a sentence with his pen. “It’s all squiggly.”

“…It says ‘photosynthesis.’”

He blinked. “That’s not a real word.”

“It is,” you whispered back, biting back a smile.

He hummed. “Sounds fake.”

You tried to keep your attention on the board, but Mikey kept nudging you with questions. What does that mean? Is that gonna be on the test? Wait, what’s her name again? The teacher?

You weren’t sure what was funnier—his nonsense questions or how genuinely curious he seemed once you started answering them. He even started writing things down.

Not well. Not neatly. But he was trying.

By the third time he leaned in and whispered, “Wait, wait—say it again slower,” Draken had fully turned in his seat.

“…What the hell is going on right now?” he muttered.

Even the teacher paused at one point, blinking at the sight of Mikey actually holding a pen.

She subtly adjusted her glasses, muttering under her breath, “I must be dreaming.”

You, on the other hand, were dying inside. Every time Mikey leaned a little too close or smiled at your notes like they were magic, your pulse skyrocketed.

And he knew it.

“Ohhh, look at that. Your ears turned red again,” he teased halfway through the lecture. “You blushing, Miss Tutor?”

Your head snapped toward him, eyes wide. “Don’t call me that—”

“Too late.” He grinned. “It suits you.”

The bell rang all too soon, and the classroom exploded into chatter as everyone gathered their things. But before you could even stand, your teacher called out.

“Y/N?”

You paused mid-motion. “…Yes?”

The woman looked mildly overwhelmed but determined. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

You hesitantly walked up to her desk, bag still slung over your shoulder. Mikey, of course, followed like a shadow.

“I don’t know what you did,” the teacher said, adjusting her glasses again, “but I’ve never seen Mikey this alert during class. Ever. I thought he had a medical condition at one point.”

“…I’m just as surprised as you are,” you admitted.

The teacher gave you a long look. “Well, whatever this is, keep it up. He clearly listens to you.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

“I’m officially assigning you as Mikey’s academic tutor.” She didn’t even blink. “If you can get him to graduate, I’ll personally write your college recommendation letter. Deal?”

Before you could protest, Mikey let out a dramatic gasp behind you. “Did you hear that, Miss Tutor? We’re officially a duo now.”

You groaned. “Oh my God—”

“It’s official,” Mikey said, turning to the class with mock-seriousness. “From now on, address her as Ma’am, Miss, or my Tutor.”

The room fell silent.

Was Mikey ordering them to call you his tutor..

Even Draken couldn’t believe it. “He’s got jokes now? Nah, this is cursed.”

A random student fake-saluted you. “Ma’am. Yes, ma’am.”

“Miss Y/N,” another said, dramatically bowing.

You buried your face in your hands. “I hate all of you.”

Mikey just leaned over again, voice smug and syrup-smooth.

“See you after school, Miss Tutor,” he murmured. “We’ve got studying to do.”

And despite every rational bone in your body screaming at you to stay calm…

You were absolutely screwed.

Lunch break again. This time, you didn’t stay behind. But you felt eyes on you the whole walk down the hallway. Boys staring. Girls whispering.

You ducked your head, embarrassed. Until—

“Y/N!”

His voice rang out behind you, smooth and loud and unmissable.

You turned—and there he was, walking straight toward you with his hands in his pockets, like he had nothing better to do.

“Mikey—” you started, but he kept going.

“You gonna eat alone?”

“…I wasn’t—”

“Cool,” he cut in. “Let’s eat together.”

You blinked. “With who?”

“With me.”

You blinked again.

“…Just us?”

He looked down at you, amused. “Unless you want the others to come.”

Your silence was loud.

He smiled.

“I thought so.”

You sat on the rooftop, the sun high and the wind tangling your hair.

Mikey unwrapped his food casually, legs stretched out, eyes half-lidded like usual. But every so often, his gaze would flick to you. Watching. Curious.

“You ever watch someone sleep again after that day?” he asked suddenly, as if you were in the middle of that conversation.

Your heart stopped and you looked away embarrassed.

“…No.”

He turned to you fully.

“I wouldn’t mind if you did.”

Your eyes widened. “You… what?”

He shrugged, as if this wasn’t the most deranged sentence a sane boy could ever say.

“I liked it.”

You stared at him.

“You’re kidding.”

He shook his head.

“Most people look at me and see Toman.” He glanced up at the clouds. “But you looked at me like I was just… me.”

Your throat tightened.

He looked back.

“I don’t get that a lot.”

The silence between you thickened. Heavy. Meaningful.

You tried to say something—anything—but nothing came out.

He watched you squirm.

Then, almost cruelly soft,

“You gonna follow me again?”

You flushed.

“I—I didn’t—”

“Liar.”

He smiled again. This one different.

He liked the power.

You could tell.

And you?

You liked being at his mercy.

Author’s Note:

This one was so fun to write 😭 I’m probably gonna write a part 2 soon where Y/N ends up tutoring him (against her will lol) and it just snowballs from there, expect more tension, obsession, and chaos.

[izanacore]

Can we have Mikey x reader period edition :(? I’m in so much pain and I think reading smth like this will bring comfort for me and help me with my cramps :((

“little things” | manjiro sano x reader

one- shot 𓂃⋆.˚

ticket #003

synopsis: mikey takes gentle care of y/n during her period, from running errands to soothing her through the pain and tears—showing her love in every small, quiet way.

characters: manjiro “mikey” sano, fem!reader

warnings: fluff, comfort, emotional vulnerability

notes: emergency reqs!! i don’t usually write reqs immediately—some take weeks. but i’ll write this for you right away, anon. hope you feel better. <3 this one is just short, btw!

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

the soft hum of the grocery store still lingered in mikey’s ears as he stepped into the apartment, arms full of snacks and the little things y/n asked for—chocolate, heat patches, pads, and her favorite juice. he wasn’t new to this. growing up with emma taught him a lot, so picking up period essentials for his girlfriend was second nature by now.

“y/n, baby, i’m home,” he called out gently, slipping off his shoes and heading toward the living room where she’d been when he left. but it was empty.

his brows furrowed.

he made his way to the bedroom, and the sight nearly broke him.

there she was, curled up on the bed like a tiny ball, her frame trembling lightly from the cramps. mikey’s heart clenched. she was sweating even though the room was comfortably cool, and she looked like she was barely holding it together.

“baby…” he whispered, rushing to her side and easing her back against the pillows. his hand brushed the damp strands of hair from her forehead.

her eyes fluttered open, glassy and pained. “mikey…”

“shh, it’s okay,” he soothed, his thumb gently caressing her cheek. “i’m here now. i’m so sorry i left you alone, princess…”

he kissed her forehead softly, lingering for a second before pulling back. “just stay right here, okay? i’ll run you a bath. you’ll feel better in no time.”

y/n gave the tiniest nod, her body too exhausted to speak. and just like that, mikey was gone for a second, sprinting to the bathroom to start a warm bath, making sure the water was just the right temperature—not too hot, not too cold. he even lit one of her favorite candles, the lavender one she always said helped her relax.

when he came back, he didn’t say anything—just scooped her up into his arms with the gentlest touch, like she was made of glass. he held her so carefully, carrying her to the bathroom, whispering soft nothings along the way.

“i’ve got you, love,” he said as he slowly undressed her, making sure she felt safe the entire time. his fingers moved with the utmost care, and once she was settled in the water, he knelt beside the tub and started washing her hair. he massaged her scalp so tenderly.

he washed her body, too—light touches and sweet murmurs filling the steamy air. not a hint of lust. just love. pure, overwhelming love.

when the bath was over, mikey dried her off with the fluffiest towel, wrapping her up like a little burrito before carrying her back to the bedroom. “do you wanna wear your favorite pajamas?” he asked, eyes crinkling as he smiled down at her.

y/n gave a weak nod, lips pouting a little. “and your hoodie…”

mikey chuckled, heart melting at the sight.

he helped her dress, moving slowly and with so much care. she felt fresh, warm, and safe—wrapped in her boyfriend’s hoodie and the quiet love he always gave so freely.

“i’ll grab your snacks and dry your hair while you eat, okay?” mikey said gently, tipping her chin up to steal a soft kiss. y/n melted into it, the way she always did when he kissed her like that—sweet and slow, like he had all the time in the world just for her.

a few minutes later, mikey came back with his arms full of her favorite snacks, setting them down with a proud little grin. “i bought your faves,” he said, and y/n smiled sleepily, already reaching for her comfort food.

while she sat up in bed, eating and watching him with soft eyes, mikey grabbed the hairbrush and dryer. he settled beside her and started brushing her hair with careful hands, then dried it gently, always mindful not to tug or rush. his fingers were soft against her scalp, his touch patient, and every now and then, he tucked a piece behind her ear just to see her cheeks glow.

“gonna tie it back, alright?” he said softly, gathering her hair into a loose ponytail. the way he focused, the way his brow furrowed just a little—it made her heart squeeze. mikey wasn’t just doing this for her, he was doing it with love in every motion.

he set the brush down and reached for the heating pad, warming it just enough before carefully placing it over her lower stomach. “there… that should help, baby.”

when she was done eating, y/n scooted closer without a word and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his chest like she was trying to hide from the world. mikey responded instantly, holding her tight, his palm smoothing up and down her back.

“mikey…” she whispered.

he glanced down. “hm?”

silence.

then he felt it—her shoulders trembling, quiet sniffles muffled against his hoodie.

“hey, baby…” he said, voice full of concern as he cupped her face gently, brushing away her tears. “what’s wrong?”

“i don’t know,” she said with a shaky breath. “i just… i just wanna cry.”

her voice cracked, and the sobs came, soft but heartbreaking.

mikey didn’t tease or question. he just smiled gently, pressing her face to his shoulder, cradling the back of her head as he held her close and rocked her slightly.

“shhh… i’ve got you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her hair.

she clung to him, crying quietly. and in the middle of it all, she whispered, “i love you so much, mikey…”

he kissed her head again, arms holding her like she was something precious. “and i love you even more,” he murmured, his voice full of warmth.

no matter how overwhelmed she felt, no matter how many tears spilled—when mikey was there, with his arms around her and love in his voice, the world always felt just a little softer.

and in that moment, y/n knew—she didn’t need to be strong all the time. not when she had him.

[rans-prettydoll]

can you write frat boy mikey 🤤🤤? hcs please

Note : tysm for requesting and I hope you enjoy this!

NOT READ OVER AND MIGHT BE SOME TYPING MISTAKES.

Frat!boy!Mikey was wanted by most of the females that came to party out the frat house that was always showing out. He was more kept to himself and his friends. He would still socialize of course but not enough to really care about what was going on with these women. He still respected them of course, like he did with most and all women.

Frat!boy!Mikey who met you because some of your friends had dragged you along and wanted to you to come to this hot frat house that was known for their attractive guys and lavish parties. Little did you know you would be meeting this guy that seemed to be to himself but also quite popular with the ladies. He would be sitting with his friends or whatever and then some girls would come over to try and talk to him. He would look at them with small calm expressions but he would never entertain them as much as he did you.

Frat!boy!Mikey who noticed how you started come to multiple times after that and each time he became closer and closer to you. Ever since the first time you had plopped down beside him on that couch with two shots in your hand as you asked him to take one with you. Your sweet slightly tipsy smile had him in a loop. He would just stare at you with those low eyes that looked like didn’t have much thought behind them but gosh did that have a lot of thought behind them. It was filled with you and the way that your gloss lips moved with stretched each time you let out that sweet giggle of yours.

Frat!boy!Mikey noticed how it all started with those small talks and shots together, then it escalated to you mostly coming to the frat parties to only see him!! He didn’t mind at all of course, he liked to see you in your skimpy dress and outfits that barely covered anything. He made sure none of the other frat guys tried to talk to you either, he had to threaten a guy that was trying to rub up on you while you were dancing once. He has never ever gotten that mad over some girl before but shit you were just some girl. You were his pretty thing…at least he wanted you to be his.

[manjirosdorayakii]

'𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞'

𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙧𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

a/n: @idk-what-myurl-shouldbe don't spawn at my doorstep if i take a while to write the next part...

𔘓 [SYNOPSIS] - manjiro was not about to sit by and just watch as his gang leader position puts you in danger - even if it means dumping you, he'll do what he can to make sure you're safe. even if he was to cry you a river, even if he were to listen to his own heart shatter into a billion pieces, it wouldn't matter, because as long as you're safe, that's fine.

𔘓 [WARNINGS] - new mini series requested, angst, embarrassment, kissing, crying, swearing, fem!reader but any gender is fine, timeskip, blood, coma, trauma, scars, longing, yearning, reader, kazutora, manjiro and all other toman characters mentioned are adults in this chapter - toman era

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩: 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙮𝙚'𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨

ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

the door slid open just as you gathered your bag from the chair and said your goodbyes to manjiro for the day.

y/n: ah kaz i was just about to lea-

you flinched as kazutoras arms wrapped around you, his breathing loud, his heart racing. his leather jacket felt frozen against your skin so you guessed he was outside and by the faint odour of cigarettes you guessed he was probably smoking but he seemed disturbed, scared, so you decided to let him hold you for a moment if it meant it would calm him down.

thump.

thump, thump.

thump, thump, thump.

it took you a moment to notice it but your heart did in fact beat faster, each beat invading your ears and making it hard to breath. you suddenly couldn't feel the cool air that kazutora had brought with him, replaced with a growing warmth that began from your chest and was spreading to your neck, then your face. when kazutora finally pulled away you found yourself stuck, staring at him. your eyes travelled over his face to his neck, his chest...was he always this tall? was he always this-

kazutora: are you okay? did anyone come in while i was gone..?

y/n: huh?

kazutoras expression changed from worried to unreadable as he noticed the slight blush on your face and he stepped back, his hands dropping awkwardly before he cleared his throat, shifting his gaze to manjiro instead. it was only a split second but you noticed his eyes darken as they fell on manjiro's sleeping form, before he looked back at you.

kazutora: all done?

y/n: ..yeah. hey...are you okay?

his eyes met yours briefly before they darted to the side again, his fingers reaching to fiddle with his earring.

kazutora: yeah..i'm fine.

it was a lie. you knew him probably better than anyone and he only touched his earring when he lied, just as you felt your ring when you needed to ground yourself, but you didn't comment on it and the two of you took your leave.

everything went quiet for a week. your life continued on as if kazutora hadn't embraced you that day, hadn't had fear radiating from every ounce of his body, and kazutora went quiet too, avoiding your eyes more than usual, finding excuses to not be at home whenever your classes ended and just generally spending less time with you. it was an odd atmosphere, the two of you barely interacted as if there was something unspoken hanging between you that neither of you wanted to address quite yet. until friday.

your soul almost left your body, dropping your pen with a flinch as you happened to glance away from your book to find kazutora sat in your beanbag, hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket as he stared at you. you hadn't noticed him slip into your room since your headphones were blaring in your ears almost at full volume as you skim read the same passage of your textbook for the nth time.

kazutora: what's that?

y/n, sliding them down to rest on her neck: what's what..?

kazutora: what are you listening to?

y/n: pinkpantheress- hey!

he snatched them from your neck, pulling them over his head and adjusting them with a slight smile as he struggled to find the play button. you failed to supress a laugh at how clueless he looked before slipping out of your chair, reaching up towards the headphones and tilting your face slightly to look for the button before pressing it. kazutora was still as a statue and you didn't notice why until your eyes clicked onto his. your breaths were mingling, your lips centre metres away from his own, your knuckles grazing his neck as your hand rested around the left of your headphones. your mind blanked.

his lips looked so soft, so plush, nose sharp but eyes soft, a few strands of gold sliding down his face from under the headphone bridge, cheeks a gentle pink. your room was warm but was that really the same as the warmth that was crawling around the back of your neck? your eyes met his once more and your fingers were tracing his cheek without you even noticing.

y/n, whispering: ..woah...so pretty..

you flinched as kazutora broke you out of your daze, that softness in his eyes hardening once more as his eyes bore into yours, his hand gripped yours harshly before letting it drop.

kazutora, voice quieter: don't say stuff unless you mean it.

y/n, startled: uh- i'm sorry...

kazutora, flopping down onto the edge of your bed, eyes scanning the various posters on your bedroom wall: you free tomorrow?

y/n: well...yeah pretty much. i've just got some studying to do...then prepare for mikey's visit on sunda-

kazutora: so you're free.

he unlocked his phone with a swipe before sliding it into your hand, showing the toman group chat. there were multiple messages, planning a reunion for saturday at a restaurant but the messages that caught your eye, the ones kazutora was trying to show you were the ones about you, 'is she okay?', 'shouldn't we check up on her?', 'i haven't seen her in forever..' it made sense. you hadn't even seen emma, your best friend, for at least three months and it had almost been a year since you saw anyone from toman.

kazutora: they're worried. you going?

y/n, running a hand through her hair: well...i just feel like i'd ruin the mood..

kazutora: then you're going.

y/n: wha..kaz no i don't wanna be a moodkill-

kazutora, gripping your shoulders: then don't be y/n, go out there, have some fun for once...you can't just stay cooped up in here or at school.

you contemplated for a while before sighing, handing his phone back to him.

y/n: fine...i'll go i guess..

it was awkward at first, especially since after saying he would be there, kazutora cancelled last minute saying he had stuff to deal with and would probably come later. the group chatted and laughed quietly until it came time to order and everyone finished their orders before turning to your awkwardly, exchanging glances as if to ask who would ask for your order so you decided to put them out of their misery.

y/n: i'll just have the regular please..

then awkward silence. even emma sipped her water in silence, picking at the splinter in the edge of the table as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. draken kept an arm around emma's shoulder, mitsuya showing hakkai some photos on his phone probably of some new fashion gig, baji whining to chifuyu about how he gets no sleep because all his classes are morning ones while chifuyu just listened with sympathy. pah and peh were chatty as usual, souya mumbling in the quietest tone ever to his brother who just laughed like an idiot at whatever pah was telling peh, ignoring his little brother completely.

and then there was you. you noticed the wary glances they gave you and it's not like they hated you, it was the opposite. they were grateful to you for teaching manjiro how to love, how to apologise, how to respect, how to learn, how to lose for once, but it was also because of you that everything spiralled, because you had gotten hurt and triggered manjiro's impulses. you felt their pity for you but also their want to include you, they just didn't know how.

the orders finally arrived, the waiter placing your water lopsidedly which resulted in it pouring down your lap. you gasped slightly and the waiter quickly grabbed the glass, apologising before running off to grab some tissues. you tried flicking most of it away using your hands until the waiter handed you a wad of napkins and you felt all of them staring, even emma. even pah and peh had gone quiet because of how awkward it had gotten, staring as if unsure what to do. you dabbed at the wet patch quietly, trying to undo as much of the damage as you could until you heard an irritated sigh.

baji: fucking ridiculous..

you hands froze in your lap, fingers curling around the tissues bunched into your fist. you hated this feeling, your heart dropping into the pit of your stomach as embarrassment and shame overwhelmed your soul. you knew this would happen if you came, that you would ruin the mood but if only kazutora hadn't been so persistent, you would've been at home studying, collating the words to say to mikey at your visit tomorrow.

y/n, rising from her seat: ..i'm sorry..

but as you turned you heard another chair scrape against the floor and turned to find keisuke standing, his glare directed toward the others at the table.

baji: where the fuck are you going?

y/n: i...leaving-

baji: you seriously thought i meant you? sit back down.

he turned to stare at the whole group, anger written all over his face.

baji: why the fuck did nobody even help? come on. sure you haven't seen her in a while, sure its awkward as fuck but really? you're all ridiculous.

he grabbed his purse, instructing you to sit back down before leaving. reluctantly, you found your seat once more, keeping your gaze glued to the glass in front of you since baji's words had only made the awkwardness intensify. you half expected someone to tell you to leave until your order arrived and mitsuya received it from the waiter before placing it in front of you with a small smile.

mitsuya: y/n, here.

the mood instantly lightened. all of them respected mitsuya just as much as they respected baji because he always knew what the right course of action was, he always made the right choices and he was an admirable person for it, he was wise. emma offered you some of her fries, nahoya asked about your course and after finding out you were studying the same thing the conversation flowed smoothly.

you hadn't even noticed that baji was back until he shoved a massive designer bag in your face. you blinked a few times before looking up at him, barely holding the bag.

baji, raising a brow: what's that look for? unless you wanna keep that wet skirt on?

chifuyu instantly yelled 'baji-san' staring at him with tears of admiration in his eyes before throwing comments like 'you're such a gentleman' and 'i wish i was a girl' as the black haired man sat back down, huffing slightly to hide his smug smirk.

after changing you returned to your seat, sporting the baby blue tracksuits he had bought you from nike. the restaurant that had felt like a den of lions in a barren land a few seconds ago now felt comfortable, familiar, it felt like home. you smiled as you watched the banter, the jokes, the food throwing until you noticed them all staring at you. you didn't realise you were crying until emma's finger brushed a tear away, giving you a pained expression. they knew instantly, why you had cried, what you were thinking, who it was that you were thinking about.

draken: you know...if mikey was here..

pah, groaning loudly: nah! we ain't about to do this sober. oi waiter!!

and so you drank. you all laughed, exchanging stories of manjiro sano's antics, crying, exchanging a few more before you all cried collectively. it took at least three rounds for you to fully loosen up and for the restaurant owners to finally kick you out, nahoya and peh keeping their middle fingers bared as they cried asking if the staff was insulting mikey before pah dragged their asses out. that didn't stop you guys though, the guys were already charging toward the closest bar with you tagging behind. you stumbled along, wasted and giggling at every piece of gum smeared across the pavement, every stray cat, every red car, everything random was sending you into a fit of giggles, even the man that was now staring down at you with a concerned expression, hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jackets once again.

y/n, giggling: hey mister...heh...your hair...ahaha...it looks like a banana tree!

no reaction. kazutora stared right into your eyes, watching every move as you stumbled slightly closer, squinting your eyes up at him. you were too drunk to notice the blood staining his jacket.

y/n: huh...you look...really familiar mister...

your hands rested on his chest as you lifted yourself enough to see his face properly before you let out a small hum of recognition.

y/n: mm...yeah...you're that guy...you're...manj-

in a flash his hands had cupped your face, brushing your cheeks tenderly as his lips pressed into yours gently but firm, his warm breath fanning over your face as he tilted your head, deepening the kiss, pouring years of restraint, years of yearning, of passion into it. you don't know why but when you pulled away there were tears rolling down your cold, pink cheeks because that kiss didn't feel like a kiss.

it felt like a goodbye.

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[achlysyuu]

When you say things to him that cause misunderstanding

authors note: I’m feeling quite generous today, so why not write another fluff before my motivation runs out 🫶

wc: 607

It's the anniversary of your relationship in a few days, you want to make a commemorative album to record your days together.

After you've bought all your crafting props, you selected a lot of photos to print out. You're primping the new hot melt, accidentally flipped the switch, the glue stick is heated and suddenly there's a big drop of glue. Unevenly, it also dripped right onto one of the few single photos he had.

It’s over ..you quickly turn off the glue gun, observing the extent of damage to the photo. Noticing the glue stains that had just dripped right onto his face.

But then, just in time, he pushed his way through the door. You're moving fast, hurriedly hid the photo behind your back.

It's not allowed to spoil the surprise.

Alarm bells go off in your mind and you move the photo to the corner of the table, getting up and running towards him yourself.

"(name)-chin—" He stood by the door rubbing his eyes as if he hadn't seen what you'd just done, just calling your name and cuddling towards you in a clingy manner.

Mikey hugs you, whispers in your ear coquettishly, and you pat his back and rub his face, softly saying, "You must be tired, Mikey."

Mikey takes kindly to your reassurances and rubs himself in your arms for a while, the tone of his voice sank back to a sudden seriousness. The person who has just been soft and enjoying your pampering was nowhere to be found. "What was (name) hiding?"

!?

There's no surprise if he finds out that you’re making a handmade book..

You think this and stand on your tiptoes, subconsciously blocking his view. "I was.. looking at Mikey's photos! The photos when you went out to play before are very memorable!"

"Then.." Mikey’s eyes softened and he resumed his newly lazy look. "Then I'm going to watch it with (name)-chin!" he said, bringing you closer towards the table with him.

You steadied yourself in time to get in front of him again.

"No..no." You stop him from getting any further near the table.

"Eh? Why.." Mikey said with a bit of disappointment in his eyes.

You're too busy coughing softly and blurting out. "Because I just went overboard with Mikey's picture and haven't dealt with it yet!"

Much to your surprise, you see Mikey freeze, his pupils vibrating as he stays in place for several seconds. Something like getting glue marks on a photo is really over the top, isn't it, but is it that shocking?

You look at his perverse expression, and secretly think back to what you just said, clearly there is no problem, right? You looked at his perverse expression and secretly recalled your own words just now, clearly there is no problem?

"What's with you, Mikey?" You reached out and waved your hand in front of his face, trying to regain his wandering consciousness.

"I.." Realising that he had lost his temper, Mikey was stunned for a moment, his cheeks tinted with red little by little. Seeing you look at him with a puzzled look on your face. He reached out and gently stroked your hair, then turned his face away in a chirpy manner.

"So (name)-chin likes me so much.."

"Eh?" You blinked, why did he suddenly say something like that? "Of course, I have always liked Mikey the most!"

"Well, (name), next time you need me..just tell me directly.." Mikey turned his head and held you in his arms. "I'll grant all your wishes."

"Ah..Okay.." You were held in his arms, confused. Why does it feel like Mikey misunderstood something?

[sanzusslutt]

Mikey: If I hear one more sound right now I am found to prove every stereotype and assumption about me true.

[baby-tini]

Manjiro Play-fighting hcs

Manjiro is pretty big on play-fighting, not only is it fun but also helps sharpen his martial arts. He play-fights with mostly Draken and Baji but you cause him the most fun.

Play-fighting mostly happens in the privacy of closed doors but he does often like to pick you up and toss you around in public but only around his friends. Weight isn't a problem for him, as we know, he's inhumanly strong. Although, if you're self-conscious, he'll just take to playing and not picking you up.

Manjiro can be very competitive when play-fighting with you, he does sometimes take things more seriously. As in, he'll pin you down harder than necessary and has hit harder on accident but he did apologize with tons of kisses and (half-eaten) dorayaki.

Mikey rarely lets you pin him, he thinks it's unfair to lie to you and will help you indirectly learn self-defense. He'll let you throw him around to please you but he's always victorious in the end.

Sometimes it can lead to... hotter moments. He likes the useless struggle you put up, it puts him in a more dominant head-space and he'll even piss you off by sucking at your neck and mocking you.

I can see Mikey having a bit of an ego because he's so strong so if he's in the mood to play-fight and you aren't he'll start to taunt you by wrapping an arm around you and pinning you to him till you break and try to fight back.

He'll pin your hands above your head while you're on his bed and stare you down as he leans closer and closer until you kick him off and he whines, saying that you really hurt him (no you didn't, he's a baby.)