MITSUYA TAKASHI had always said he didn’t have a favorite color.
When his classmates argued about which shade was the prettiest–some said sky blue, others cherry red, and a few, emerald green–he barely listened. Someone even mentioned a hex code he couldn’t be bothered to remember. With a pencil between his fingers, he was sketching something no one else could see. “Colors don’t mean anything unless you give them purpose.” he used to believe.
But that was before you.
You showed up at the sewing club one afternoon wearing a lilac cardigan, the kind of soft purple shade that looked like it could melt into spring air. Mitsuya looked up from his work, halfway through hemming Smiley's jacket, and forgot what he was doing for an embarrassing second.
“Hey, 'kashi,” you greeted with that smile that always made his chest feel too small. Not to mention the nickname only you got to use. “Could you help me fix this? The button fell off.”
He nodded, took the cardigan, and set to work with quiet focus. You leaned on the table beside him, watching his hands move–steady, precise, looking angelic as ever. He had to admit it was a little pressuring, especially when someone good-looking was watching—definitely different from those times the principal came by for the yearly observation.
When he finished, he handed it back shyly, without looking at you as he packed up. “There. Good as new.”
You slipped it on again, smoothing the fabric. “You’re a lifesaver. I owe you one.”
He smiled, whispering a soft, ‘you’re welcome. But when you left, the faint scent of lavender lingered.
That night, he sat at his desk under the warm lamplight, flipping through his collection of fabric. Blues, greens, reds–all of them dull and lifeless. Then he found it: a scrap of pastel lilac he’d bought months ago and never thought of using.
It was soft to the touch. Comforting. Familiar. You.
The next day, when Draken asked in passing what color he wanted for a keychain (probably another one of Mikey and Takemichi’s stunts), this time Mitsuya didn’t even hesitate.
He smiled as if remembering a fond memory.
“Lilac.” he answered, as if it had always been his favorite.
Just as promised from 12 years ago, everyone met at the Musashi shrine on June 19th to open the time capsules. You couldn't remember exactly what you wrote, but you were excited to see what your past self had to say. After greeting everyone and grabbing your boxes, the old Toman gang began to read their letters out loud.
It felt nostalgic listening to each other's dreams, bringing you back to your younger days. Who would've thought that up to now, all of you remained good friends. There was one person that you did wish you weren't just friends with though.
"Then how about you, Taka-chan!?"
Even hearing his name sent your heart into an irregular beat. You honestly felt like you were back in high school almost every time you were around Mitsuya. If you could write back to your younger self, it would be to encourage yourself to confess to your long time crush. Or at least tell someone trustworthy so they could find out for you.
Because years later, you're still wondering what would have happened if you just told Mitsuya your feelings.
"So, who's next?" asks Mitsuya, his voice refocusing you on the present.
"I'll go." You volunteered, eager to read your letter.
"Dear __(y/n). Hope things are good over there in the future! Any cool new stuff that came out? How about school? Did you make it and end up with the career you wanted? I hope so! Because I'm busting my ass over here. I hope you're still friends with everyone and that we're all still having fun. Also, did you ever end up with-" You stopped yourself before proceeding any further. "Oop, gonna skip that part."
Your audience groans out protests, some encouraging you to read your letter in its entirety. You argue back and stay firm with your decision. "No way! It's super private and kinda embarrassing!" You continue on, making sure to avoid any questions that involve you dating Mitsuya. Gosh, what the hell was your 15 year old self thinking?!
"Boo! You definitely left some parts out." Hakkai points his thumb down.
"Just leave it Hakkai. Let's respect her privacy." Mitsuya saves you from any more teasing. You thank the seamster then give the floor to someone else.
"Holy shit! I didn't know you liked Mitsuya!" You turn your head instantly to the voice behind you.
"Well you and everyone else knows now, you big mouth!" You could feel your face become warmer at the sound of some snickering and others suddenly questioning you. You avoided looking in Mitsuya's direction, afraid to see his reaction.
"My bad! I just happened to take a peek and didn't think about it!" Takemichi hides behind his hands while Draken calms the crowd so they could finish opening the remaining time capsules.
Once everyone had their turn, no one mentioned your crush on Mitsuya and started heading to the designated restaurant for dinner. You stayed behind a bit more, looking up at the tree where you buried your letters.
"Crazy how it doesn't feel that long." You jump at Mitsuya's approaching voice.
"Ye-yeah, guess it's because we still see each other pretty frequently." It was so hard to look at him, but you felt like you owed him an apology. "I'm sorry for what Takemichi said. I'm sure it was embarrassing for you and-"
"Embarrassing? Why do you say that?"
"Because of what I wrote? Don't you feel...weirded out?"
"Of course not. If anything, I wanna kick my younger self in the ass for not asking you out then."
"No way! You liked me back?" Your pulse quickens at the thought of you and your high school crush dating. You then feel your heart sink with sadness, reminding yourself that you're in the present and whatever silly feelings he had for you was probably gone. "But, I guess it's too late, huh?"
"Is it?" Mitsuya turns to face you, lilac meeting __(e/c). "I still like you and if your feelings for me haven’t changed, who’s to say that we can’t start now? Might be bold of me to assume that you still like me, but I've made a promise to not live with regrets."
"I would...really like that." Your face heats up, voice soft with your eyes avoiding his gaze. Mitsuya chuckles at your shy form, but he, too, is also feeling his stomach doing cartwheels.
"There is also another thing that I wish I had done before."
"What's that?" You asked then felt your face being cradled by his hands. You see him draw his face close to yours, sending your heart racing. It pumps faster the closer he gets, your breath stuck in your lungs.
"Oh fuck!" Mitsuya freezes when he's only centimeters away from your lips then gently releases your face. You both see Takemichi trying to quiet Hakkai as the tall male's jaw continues to drop.
"So-sorr-sorry! We just wanted to make sure you guys were coming, but we'll meet you at the restaurant!" Takemichi immediately turns Mitsuya's right hand man towards their respective vehicles.
"Guess we'll just have to wait until our first date." You laugh lightly, the heat slowly leaving your cheeks.
"Who says we can't get a preview?" Mitsuya leans towards you again, gingerly touching his lips with yours.
He probably shouldn't have done that because, now, he can't quell his desire for more.
☆. warnings: drabble, fem!reader, lowercase intended, public sex in a closet, mitsuya is kinda mean, dirty talk, friends w benefits, college au, jealousy, black coded, aggressive sex, minors aren’t welcomed!
it’s all hanma’s fault. if he hadn’t overstepped his boundaries and touched you like you were his, you wouldn’t be in this situation. and the fact that you just let him put his hands on your waist and move you to sit on his lap during lunch pissed him off even more. yeah, maybe you weren’t mitsuya’s, maybe he does have a hard time containing his composure when other men that aren’t him touch you inappropriately. maybe you were just fuck buddies who call each other over every friday night to fuck one another dumb. or maybe he just doesn’t give a fuck.
the lewd squelching your pussy makes as he manically drills his cock into you has your eyes rolling back, crying like you lost your favorite pet or some shit. literal tears leaking from your eyes as he pounded into you, his arm locked around your neck, putting you in a chokehold, dick stretching you out deliciously it nearly has you seeing heaven. your voice trembles and cracks as mitsuya grunts behind you, your sundress wrinkled at your waist as he balls it in his fist and yanks you back on him.
“next time you let somethin’ like that happen, ima drag your ass in here every time and fuck you till you get it. got it?” he seethes, dropping your dress to spank your ass brutally. you hiss from the sting, but it feels good overall. “i don’t care if they hear you. i’ll fuck you in front of everybody to prove my point.”
that’s right, a lecture did start in the classroom you two snuck off to. buried in the dark closet. mitsuya grew even more agitated by that, harshly slapping his hand over your flushed face and thrusting slower, making sure your skin doesn’t interact loudly. the two of you listen in on the professors voice as he rambles boringly about covalent bonds. your salvia dampening mitsuya’s ring-clad palm. you reach behind yourself to tug at his lilac hair after he pushes you flat up to a wall, mouth at your cheek.
“shut the fuck up and take it,” mitsuya tries to muffle your sounds as best as he can, but it’s nearly impossible with how fucking good he felt. it’s true that he fucked you better than a lot of other men you’ve been with, hanma included. his dick was fatter, stroking just the right places and left you panting like a dog. every time he fucked you, you felt completely open, like a damn wound. even after he pulls out, your pussy finds itself crying from the abandonment.
his hands are really big, and pretty as shit. you loved when he touch you, your skin on fire. it’s the simple things he does that makes you so fucking wet it’s insane. one time you were having a conversation with him about a football game, and he just happened to grab your inner thigh, and your entire body heated up like flames. when he whispers nasty shit in your ear, you can cum untouched. when he suffocates you with his hand, when he slaps your face, when he spits in your mouth and tells you to swallow, when he fucks his cock in like he despises you, when he—you get it. mitsuya is a fucking demon. he fucks you like the slut you were. and you thank him for it every time.
obedient to him without even realizing it.
when he notices your breathing stops and your legs begin to tremble, he praises you until you get there, massaging your hips while working his cock deeper, inch by inch, rotating his hips.
note . . . so... mitsuya is ooc i've never seen this man paint in my life so enjoy artist!mitsuya i guess...btw this is so long i'm sry </3
MITSUYA treats you as if you were the most fragile being known to man. almost as if you were to fall, you'd shatter immediately. to him you are an inspiration, the love of his life and most importantly, his muse. since he draws a lot of sketches for his designs, he makes a lot of sketches of you. he draws you, he paints you, he even paints on you sometimes. "y/n let me use your body as my canvas". you were taken aback by his words. he couldn't possibly use you as canvas for him to paint on, right?
after thinking it over, you stood before him wearing little to no clothes on your body trying to cover up what skin you had exposed in front of him. "don't cover up my love, you're gorgeous", he says with a warm smile. he gestures you with his finger to come closer to him, holding a paintbrush in his hand he asks, "which colours would you like, darling?". he shows you an array of body paints displayed on a shelf. you point at the shades of blue, he picks them up and reads them out. "ah cerulean, sky and sapphire, wonderful choices...these will stand out a lot on your skin, my love", he mutters to himself squeezing small dollops of each shade onto his pallete.
you take a deep breath feeling the cold paint and the coarse bristles being dragged across your exposed chest. you couldn't even look at him right now, he was so close to you that you could feel each others breath on and body warmth travelling from one another. head hanging low trying to hide your flustered expression, mitsuya lifts your head with a single finger and plants a kiss on lips, "keep your head up love, i want you to look at me".
a few minutes have passed and you have gotten used to the feeling of the paintbrush. he has moved from your chest down to your thighs, holding them delicately with his clammy palms while he paints daises on your skin. you look down at him and smile, appreciating the comfortable silencing as he treats you like a masterpiece. hours have gone by, the sun begins to set. you body is covered into colour, intricate drawings in different spots. on your chest is a painted ocean. your thighs are where daises resides and he is finishing the butterflies that are trailing up your arms.
he stands up and steps back to admire you. looking you up and down, taking you all in you. basking in the glory that is you, the love of his life. "i really like how they turned you taka', you're so talented". you say looking at yourself with a smile. "beautiful, isn't it?" he replies not being able to take his eyes off you. "yea, i really like the butterfl—" "i wasn't talking about the the painting, i'm talking about you, beautiful". mitsuya takes a step towards you, his hand finding it's way your hips reeling you in for a kiss. "you truly are my masterpiece, y/n".
"Stop it," he whispers, tangling his fingers in your hair. The frayed gleams of moonlight illuminate his face; brows scrunched into a frown, yet you can see his flushed expression in the dark of the night.
"Stop what?"
"Understanding me so well," he hisses from between his teeth, eyes hazily opening and staring at you, yet his eyes are filled with such devotion that you feel like your heart might palpitate out of your chest.
"It feels as if you are reading through me; it's scary and I feel too exposed," he mumbled while nuzzling his nose on your shoulder, shaky breaths causing tremors on his chest.
You felt conflicted about whether you should laugh or not. Instead, you wrapped your hands around his waist.
"You are so much more than your confident and supporting self" you answered, “you are so much more stronger than that and you are allowed to have your weak moments.”
His hand sneaked in your t-shirt, rubbing circles with his thumb on the supple skin on your belly.
“I just look at you and then realize I love you. It terrifies me; it terrifies me to think about what I would do for you," he mumbles placing open lipped-kisses on the exposed skin of your neck.
The hour of twilight made him vulnerable. It made him crawl out of his shell and be who he really is. Not the extremely supportive and mature him, but its him without any filters-- the humane part of him, the loving part of him and the intimate part of him. The one you would gladly embrace of comfort, for as long as he needs.
Synopsis: Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! You team up with Tachibana Naoto, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ryuguji Ken and Mitsuya Takashi, you go on a journey full of betrayals and twists. Can you find out what really happened to your husband?
Requests are open (*3*) Reblog/like to give the author a hug (´;︵;)
hi baby! hope you're doing great and staying hydrated! 🥺🤍
can I have "two characters intertwining their fingers while making love" with Mitsuya? 👉🏻👈🏻
YOUR PROMPT: timeskip!mitsuya takashi x "two characters intertwining their fingers while making love"
a/n: hi there! hope you're taking care of yourself too <3 enjoy! + this is a suggestive, borderline nsfw, but i tried to keep it as sfw as possible.
in a pleasured haze, you gaze up at the man above you. the man whose usual calming eyes are closed, the man whose tuffs of, usually well-kept lavender and midnight black strands, is plastered to the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. the man who calls out your name for the nth time tonight. his voice is so heavenly as he opens his eyes to bore them into yours.
"mitsuya," you gasp, reaching a hand above and over your eyes, shielding yourself away from his gaze. your breathing quickens, your chest heaving up and down. you bite your lip, and stiffle another gasp. a sudden trail of kisses formulate from your collarbone, and up towards your cheek. a hand—mitsuya's hand—reaches towards your own. he uncoils your shield in a gentle manner, leaning down to whisper, "let me see you, my love. you're the most beautiful."
with another squeal, you spread your hand towards and around his and intertwine your fingers together. with your palms touching, there is no longer a barrier built up; you and mitsuya are as in love as two could ever be. moments later, mitsuya groans out and squeezes your skin comfortingly as the two of you experience a blissful night like no other.
send in a prompt + character (from tkr or aot please)! ^^
☆ ──── 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: just something i wanted to write for no reason at all other than a sudden suya brainrot i had and wanted to indulge in,, indulging is always good,, also just a forewarning this is an au so it doesn't follow the context of the actual anime/manga
☆ ──── 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨): mentionings of violence, suggestive themes, gang au, f!reader gang leader au x mitsuya takashi
It finally happened. You, who were so careful, so cautious, so meticulous. You, who were always after everyone’s ass to be as thorough as possible and not get caught up in their half-ass habits when it comes to dire missions that led to mistakes only made in vain. You, who had told your comrade not to fucking smoke that damn cigarette because you knew it would be a dead give away in the eagle eyes of Toman. You, the infamous black cat of your gang, had ultimately gotten caught.
You had noticed how you were punctiliously bound by rope that could be done by someone who was skilled in the arts of shibari. Something that you knew much about. A light hanging from the ceiling that only partially lit the dark room leaving much to the imagination. You could maybe make out a few shadows that may have been figures, but seeing that they had been so still for the last half an hour they were probably inanimate objects.
“How long are you just going to sit there and ponder?” You called out. It was only a guess.
“Oh, you noticed?” The voice called back.
“I could probably hear you breathing from a mile away.”
A cheshire grin played at your lips as the shadow emerged into the light. His soft lilac hair was illuminated around the crown of his head making him look like an angel sporting a halo. His features, albeit soft, were sharp in all the right places. You could barely make out the tattoo on his temple anymore for his hair had grown out making it look muddled in the meadow of lilac.
Several other notable figures had followed suit. All characters you had recognized over the time that you had been in your gang that operated only in the shadows and left nearly nothing to the imagination.
“And here I thought I was being discreet.”
“Just as discreet as your shibari ties.” You retorted.
He chuckled and smiled as he pulled a seat in front of you and sat down. “Actually, it’s kinbaku.”
You peered down at yourself once more, noticing how decorated the knots were in comparison to traditional shibari.
“But, I’m glad someone finally appreciates the arts.” He continued as he sat up from his chair. His shirt lifted as he rose, revealing a shiny gun on his strap.
“I’m quite familiar.” You watched as he slowly walked around you. The room was deafeningly silent and you felt as if you were suddenly putting on a show for a familiar audience.
The sound of his gun slowly coming off his strap captured the attention of your ears.
“Beauty is art in itself.”
The muzzle slowly inched itself across the rope that was so tightly and decoratively bound to your body.
“Kinbaku is artistic…” He came around behind you and crouched as he lifted the muzzle to the rope around your hips to where another knot met the top of your breast. “...Sensual…”
His gun was right up to your neck now. “...and sexual.”
Your heartbeat was quickening by the moment, but your eyes nor your lips never trembled as his warmth left you to stand boldly in front of you. His stature was perfect as he towered over you. The sadistic smile really never left his pretty lips that contrasted the tender gaze in his violaceous hues.
“I see that you’re a man of culture.” Your eyes flicked to him. “And I suddenly find myself in your clutches at such a gruesome and inopportune time. How unlucky of me.”
A touch of sadness now met his gaze as tilted his head to the side. Locks of violet falling so delightfully in front of his face.
“How unlucky of you, indeed.” He cocked his gun to your mouth and you hadn’t even flinched at his fatal gesture. He watched with dejection at his triumph. He had been trying for years now to uncover you and get rid of you, but his hatred turned to obsession. Obsession that you had completely mirrored his thoughst of you into. A femme fatale. One he knew he couldn’t ever tame.
“And unlucky for me, as well.” He urged his gun to press against your lips.
You could only grin up at him as you opened your mouth to engulf the muzzle sloppily between your lips and not break eye contact for even just a moment.
Fascination lit up in his eyes as everyone in the room visibly became disgruntled and enamored by your actions. You were met with chuckles and scoffs and suddenly his smile was back.
He cocked his gun and lowered himself to your eye level as you felt his breath fan lightly against your eyelashes.
“You have no idea who you’re dealing with, angel.” His voice was low and slow. The danger in his tone only enticed you.
He slowly removed the gun from your mouth and your smile only returned as he gently moved away the stray hairs from your face as with his muzzle.
“Oh, I think I do.”
He couldn’t help the way his groin just twitched between his legs as he glanced down at you. You who were in no position, only sat there smug as hell as if you had the upperhand in a room full of gang members.
His eyes narrowed at you and suddenly the light in his head went off, but it was too late.
The window behind had shattered in an instant as several dark entities flooded into the room and the impact had sent your hair flying. Your grin was audacious, wide and toothy and your gazes never tore from one another. Instead, he sighed in defeat as he put his hands up and disarmed himself as you were untied and guns had been put to the heads of every person in the room.
“Touche.” You heard the short blonde behind Mitsuya say.
He was impressed as hell, while everyone else struggled to admit that they were, once again met with their match.
You pouted as you rubbed at your wrists. “That’s a shame. I thought they would be a little tight enough to leave marks. Now, I don’t have anything to remind myself of tonight.”
“[name], stop fooling around.” Your comrade, Benkei, who had gotten the both of you caught in the first place, grunted as he shoved your semi automatic into your strap.
You gave him a bitter look and he smiled apologetically at you, knowing he had been the cause of your dismay.
“Come back and I’ll give you something to remember.” The lilac haired male replied to you with a complacent grin on his dreamy visage.
You scoffed as you gathered your hair back into a ponytail and readjusted the straps on your blouse. “Maybe, I’ll take you up on that.”
You made your way to the window as your comrades began to file out silently like shadows that blended into the night.
“But for now, I’ll have to bid you farewell.”
“A shame, really.” What had amazed you was that he had actually looked saddened by your fleeting presence.
A small sorrow had somehow burrowed itself into your chest as you looked at him fondly.
You put a hand over your heart with the handgun that you had managed to confiscate from him like your members had done the same to the others. A small look of surprise had dissipated into amusement at the sudden realization.
“I’m giving you a reason to find me again.” You waved it into the air as you shoved it in your blouse.
“I don’t have any doubts that we’ll run into each other once more.” His tone was playful yet alluring. “Until we meet again.”
You clutched at your breast as you gave him one last longing look. It was odd how his eyes were already beginning to undress you as you stood there with all the power in the world, and yet he was overpowering you more and more as each second ticked away. The truth was, you were losing each bit of self control and it was straining every bit of your being to leave him so untouched.
❝ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐘/𝐍, just do it!” Your best friend exclaimed to you, for the entire school day at that. For the entire day, she’s been pestering you about your little crush, well huge crush since this is a big deal for you. Your huge crush Takashi Mitsuya, the professed second division captain for the Tokyo Manji Gang and president of the home economics club. Both bring a shock to everyone actually.
“Y/N what’s the absolute worst that could happen?”
“Umm, one he could have a girlfriend, and two, he could reject me! You know I don’t take rejection that well.”
“Okay and? You’re in middle school, there’s many fish in the sea.”
“Okay but what-”
“Ah! I don’t wanna hear it until you step into that club room and ask that boy out.” Your best friend interrupted, pointing to the room that the both of you were right next to. You took a deep sigh and tried to release any tension on your body.
Hands starting to become shaky and your head about to go into a spiral, you slowly brought your hand up and knocked on the door. You wanted to run away after the knock but with your best friend next to you, you knew that wasn’t an option.
No answer for a little while, this brought a sigh of relief and you thought this was a sign. “Well, no one answered, guess there’s no meeting today. Time to head home then, we can always try again tomorrow.”
Yet, the minute you turned away, a tall black-haired girl opened the door and asked what assistance you needed. You were stuttering your words, getting nervous knowing that in a minute or two, Mitsuya would be right in front of you. Seeing that you didn’t answer, the black haired girl turned away until you rushed into saying that you wanted to see Mitsuya. The girl shrugged her shoulders and called for him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! This is it! Okay okay, you got this y/n, it’s just like how you practiced. Take a deep breath in and out and think of this as a normal hangout.” You took a breather and shook away any nerves that could be easily seen.
After a solid two minutes, the lilac-haired boy was right in front of you and your best friend was nowhere to be seen. Then again, it would be awkward to be there when you’re about to ask your crush out.
“Hey y/n, you wanted me?”
“Umm yeah I was wondering ifyouwantedtogooutthissaturday.” You quickly said all in one word, stupid nerves and a slight bit of anxiousness have you speaking fast.
“I’m sorry y/n I didn’t catch that, what did you say?”
“Sorry, I asked if you wanted to go out this Saturday? Unless you’re busy and stuff, that’s fine with me since you’re in a gang and you probably have a meeting. It’s fine-”
“I don’t mind. Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask if you wanted to hang out this Saturday but with sports and student government, I thought you would be busy.”
“Oh no no, I’m surprisingly not busy this weekend. I’m free on Saturday and Sunday.” Wait, did he just say yes? Mitsuya just said yes? I didn’t get rejected? Oh my gosh- keep your cool y/n.
The boy smiled, he noticed your jitters and your happiness elevating from the way your eyes dilated but he decided not to say anything.
“Cool, I think I still have your number from the time we did that project. I’ll text you the details.”
“Cool cool, I guess I’ll see you then.”
“Actually you’ll see me tomorrow, we have English and math together, remember?”
“Oh yeahhhh, then I’ll see you then. Bye Mitsuya.” You sheepishly replied and immediately turned away from the boy. “You’re such a fucking idiot y/n.” You thought to yourself as you walked away and smacked your head.
Mitsuya was left alone, he gave a small laugh at the interaction, he didn’t think you would be nervous around him. There’s nothing intimidating about Mitsuya except for the gang thing, then again he doesn’t really mention it or boast about it. You nervous around him though? The two of you have been friends for a while now so why nervous?
Well, nervous or not, Mitsuya was more than happy that his crush truly asked him out. Something that he’s been hoping for for quite a while.
