#manjirou

[animekingfans]

[immikeysbike]

I heard in a recent interview, Wakui said that Bonten!Mikey was incapable of socializing and that the only person he could stand was Sanzu.

With regard to carnal relations, it was said that Mikey had neither the mental nor physical strength to have them with prostitutes or other girls compared to other executive (he didn’t say who)

It also seems that Wakui wanted to draw Bonten!Mikey with a beard (Like did Izana after Shinichiro’s death), but it didn't look good, so he cancelled the idea

I saw those information on the French wiki of Tokyo Revengers, do any of you know where I could find this interview???? Pleaseee

(If all this is true, I'm willing to bet that the members who take advantage of their status with prostitutes are Haitani's brothers and Takeomi)

[nikki-152006]

Angry: I'm nice but I look angry. Smiley: I'm spoilt and mean but I look hot. Mikey: That's not what you're supposed to say- Smiley: Oh, my bad. Smiley: I'm spoilt and mean but I look sexy.

[ukgk]

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[sie-rui]

❀ THE MOMENT I KNEW | TOKYO REVENGERS

;; mikey gets sick on his 18th bday, he misses you

🥛 — sano manjiro

🧾 — gender neutral reader, second pov ( you / your ), sick au, alternate timeline, everyone lives / nobody dies, birthday fic, mild angst,hurt / comfort, imagine

✉ — happy birthday to my love. i really want him to end up happy this time :((

Sano Manjiro had always been a healthy child. He wasn’t one to get sick, not fevers that end with him in bed that is. His immune system was always in shape, despite having to be forced to eat vegetables and anything aside from sweets. Perhaps all of the sleeping he had done had helped with his health rather than his height. 

Point is, he had never experienced what other people did: bedrest. He’s quite thankful for that.

Today, God was pissed at him, probably. 

The moment he woke up, it was noon and Mikey already concluded that he didn’t like being sick. It was shitty. He wants to die already.

The 20th of August has long been established as his birthday. Normally, he would be feasting on a huge breakfast with Emma, Grandpa, Shinichiro, and that idiot, Izana. Then, he would be opening gifts over gifts before going out for a ride with Toman. A day with you after that is a must, along with lots and lots of kisses and hugs.

His 18th birthday is spent in bed.

“Alright, stay in bed, Manjiro,” Shinichiro ends, showing the thermometer to him; it blinked a perfect 38.5 degree celsius. “We can celebrate tomorrow instead, alright?”

Mikey groans but it gets cut off midway with a harsh cough. He swore he tasted blood. (He’s being a dramatic ass bitch, like usual.)

Emma gives him a pointed look from behind their oldest brother. Their grandfather silently shakes his head, putting the blankets over Mikey and forcing him to lie back down. Izana lingers by the door, not that the birthday boy cares. (He does.)

Shinichiro says something about cooking this or that and Emma adds with contactings friends and hiding gifts. Mikey does not listen, he’s too busy sulking. He hates this. He feels as if there’s someone stuffing cotton in his head through his nose. He felt nauseous enough that seeing the cake made him want to puke. (Thank God Emma backed away and hid it from view before replacing it with soup for him to drink like water before being followed with medicine.)

“Mikey, we’re going now alright. Rest some more. I’ll come back again later with food you can actually swallow without gagging,” Emma tells him. Shinichiro pats his head, his sister gives him a hug, everyone greets him a happy birthday anyway. Then, the door is closed behind them and the lights are turned off.

Mikey dies in the dark.

The curtains are slightly open. Mikey turns away from it, gripping the sheets and pulling it up to his chin.

He felt empty.

He was actually looking forward to today. Emma’s cooking had always beaten restaurants and Shinichiro’s smile and greeting being the first thing he woke up to had always been appreciated. His grandfather’s pat in the back and small smile always made him fold and even Izana’s silent nod and gifts were touching. He can’t believe that he isn’t going to experience that this year, now that he’s bedridden with a common cold.

Keisuke was going to laugh at him, really. They all were going to, probably.

He felt so lonely.

Did they leave him? Why did they leave? Mikey didn’t like being sick. He felt so away from everyone, from you. 

Mikey’s whole body shakes from the sneeze.

Even worse was that he told you that you were going out on a date today and that he was going to take you to the movies to watch that film he wanted to watch then to dinner at his favorite restaurant.That was what he wanted from you for his birthday: a day just with you. It was enough. It always will be.

God, were you waiting for him? Where was his phone? He needed to call you. What if you were already a;; dressed up? What if you were sitting in the living room, waiting for him to pick you up?

Mikey wanted to force his body to get up and find his phone—or any phone, really, he just wanted to contact you. He just wanted to hear your voice. Maybe a happy birthday? God, he loves you. He misses you already.

He really wanted to get up.

When his eyes blinked open, the room was pure black and he knew that no matter how much he opened the curtain, the room would continue to remain in darkness. His head hurts. He wanted to sob but even thinking about it made his head throb in pain. He was hungry. Did Emma come back earlier and decide to not wake him up? He really wanted to eat something other than medicine and soup.

The door opens and Mikey hopes that it was Emma with something to eat, or at least something to drink. Who stood on the other side was even better.

Mikey pushes himself to sit up even if it makes him dizzy once he sees your face pop up from behind the door with a little smile. “Hey, Manjiro!” You greet, turning on the lights when he quickly shielded his eyes. “Happy birthday, love.”

Mikey pouts, blinking to get adjusted to the lights as you close the door and pad through the room. You sat next to him and he really loved the way your hand automatically found his head, combing through his locks and scratching. He leans back, closing his eyes, hand finding your thigh and resting there.

“I love you.”

Your hand left his head and Mikey whines at the loss of your touch. “‘Love you too…” He murmurs, voice raspy from sleep and sick, looking up at you. You lean forward, forehead on the side of his neck, feeling how warm he was as his hands now found themselves on your waist.

“Got you some food from your favorite restaurant, ‘Jiro. Though it’s probably not as good as Emma’s cooking,” you whisper. “Don’t worry about the movie, I managed to get a different ticket a few days from now, okay?”

“Want to watch it with you now,” he replies, almost whimpering as his nails dig into your skin when you try to pull away. “Don’t leave.”

“I’m not leaving Manjiro. I’m right here. We’re all right here, in your heart and right beside you, even if you don’t think we are,” you hush him, hand drawing circles on his arm now that you’re practically on his lap. “We can’t watch the movie though. You need food, medicine, and rest.:

Mikey pulls you even closer from your words. It always did feel like you were reading his mind, like you knew him more than he knew himself.

“Stay?”

“Staying.”

“Kiss?”

You lean your head back to meet his heavy eyes. “Maybe just on the cheek.”

He pouts once more, acting pretty much like a child. You don’t have it in you to complain. If anything, it is quite adorable how needy he does get sometimes. “As long as you kiss me a hundred times more when I heal.”

“Deal.”

You press your lips to his cheek before he could change his mind and his grip finally loosens, his shoulder losing all the tension it had just a few moments prior. Mikey’s hair was a mess but it wasn’t enough to hide how his eyes slowly glazed over in tiredness and how his blinking got slower with each one.

“Go to sleep for a while, ‘Jiro. I’ll heat up your food for now.”

He frowns. “But-”

“I’ll be back, I swear.”

He remains hesitant, hand now on yours, but he slowly lies down again. You pull up the blanket, making sure that he’s comfortable. The reluctance in his eyes was clear but you smiled at him, combing through his hair once more. With that action, his eyes flutter, neck stretching to lean on your hand.

You chuckle and Mikey opens his eyes for a second to look at you, puckering his lips. Leaning down, you press another one on his cheek and this time, he does whine. “Tease.”

“I love you, Manjiro,” you say again with a silly upturn of your lips.

He huffs, feeling even more tired as he sinks further into the bed as it swallows him. 

Mikey blinks, slowly, carefully, and tiredly. The world blurs in his eyes but the image of your smile burns into his mind like some permanent scar from a cigarette butt. Reality and the world of fever dreams tangle, melting into each other slowly and sweetly. But the warmth of your hand grasping onto his never leaves like how the comfort of the way your hand massages his head does.

That was the moment Sano Manjiro, Mikey, 18 years old, knew that he was going to marry you.

[daisysfragrance133]

Random> Kanto Mikey x Gn Reader : Mikey and reader goes to sleep but Mikey just won’t say “I love you" back

Y/n : Goodnight Mikey

Mikey : night...

Y/n : I love you~♡

Mikey : .....

Y/n : Hey, I love you?

Mikey : *sighs* hm...

Y/n : What “hm...”?

Mikey : Yeah yeah me too...

Y/n : Say it back!~

Mikey : Yeah... me too

Y/n : I know you know what I mean, so say it please?~

Mikey : I love you too...

Y/n : You can even barely say “I love you” TnT (Does he not love me back anymore?)

Mikey : .... ‘m just tired (But I love you even more than you think...)

[fyodxsky]

[nahoyas-nymph]

2022/05/10

Warnings: None  Pairing: Draken x Mikey  Word Count: 500

The bells that chimed any time a customer entered the store ignited a tinge of annoyance in Draken’s tone.

“Read the sign buddy, we closed thirty minutes ago.”

Draken didn’t look up from the motorbike he was fiddling with, but he did gesture towards the ‘closed’ sign hanging off the door to emphasise his point. Although the man who’d entered the shop didn’t even try to take the hint, rather, he took his time to peruse the photos Draken had displayed on the walls.

The dark circles under Draken’s eyes were a testament to how badly he wanted to go home for the day. So, upon realising the man had no intention of leaving, he approached him from behind with an irritated expression on his face. Draken grabbed the man’s shoulder with the intention of throwing him out of his store, but his anger dissipated in an instant once the man turned to look Draken in the eyes. And Draken was met with a set of eyes that were somehow infinitely more tired than his own.

“It’s been a while, Ken-chin.”

The tired man feigned a smile. 

“Mikey?”

The name was the only sound that could be heard echoing through an otherwise empty room for a long time. Long enough to make Mikey wonder whether coming back was a mistake.

“If you don’t want to see me, I’ll go.”

Mikey added bluntly, despite feeling somewhat sheepish. Turning back around, he continued reminiscing over the framed Toman picture on the wall. 

Blinking himself back to reality, Draken smiled to himself when he realised what was happening

“No, no. I’m just surprised it took you so long to visit. I almost thought you were dead.”

Mikey almost laughed at the irony.

“Would’ve stopped by sooner but I figured you wouldn’t want me around anymore.”

Draken chuckled to himself, shaking his head at the floor before letting his eyes fall on the same picture Mikey had been analysing. The photo itself had been taken soon after Toman was founded; before it all went to shit, as Draken liked to say.

“Now what made you think that?” He asked, though his question was rhetorical. “Y’know, the day this picture was taken, was the same day I promised we’d take over Tokyo together. We were gonna create-”

“-a new age for delinquents. I remember.” 

Mikey found it impossible to stop himself from smiling at the reminder of his childhood dream.

“I still need to fulfil that promise, Mikey.”

The light behind Mikey’s newfound smile soon faded once he realised what was about to happen. Nevertheless, he turned to his long lost friend and gave him the biggest grin he could muster.

“Thank you, Ken-chin. But you can’t.”

“What do you mean I can’t? What’s stopping me?”

The universe answered Draken’s question before Mikey could. And the answer came in the form of bells. But the this time, they were alarm bells. Mikey peered through tired eyes at the alarm clock beside his bed. He frowned at the date it displayed: May 10th 2022.

“You would’ve turned 32 today, Ken-chin.”

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