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Feb 23, 2025
Tokyo Revenger Headcanons as lil treat (for me)
Romantic Fluff? gn!reader. all characters are 18+.
Characters: Mikey, Shinichiro, Chifuyu, Baji, Kazutora, Izana, Souya, Nahoya (this is partially self indulgent...) (
POV: they have a crush on you and you ask them if they want a "kiss". Their reactions when you hand them a hershey kiss.
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Jun 21
Imagine the TR boys (it could be anyone, or everyone haha!) are unconscious...then they happen to wake up in S/O's chest, S/O greets them "Oh hi ^^ you're awake!"
How they'd react if they passed out and woke up in their S/O's chest:
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Jan 2
𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗺𝘀 - 𝘁𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀
⤷ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀.ᐟ ˎˊ˗ having a yandere lover… is something right?
they always watch you, not to scare you, but to make sure you are safe. they remember your habits, your favorite places, the way you act when you are tired or upset. they stay close, always finding a reason to be near you.
they act sweet and calm around others, smiling like nothing is wrong. but if someone gets too close to you, they feel jealous. they will quietly push that person away, making sure you belong with them.
their love feels warm and protective, but also heavy. they need you, want your attention all the time, and get scared of losing you. to them, you are their whole world, and they will do anything to keep you by their side.
⤷ 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴.ᐟ ˎˊ˗ majiro sano ৴ ken ryuguji ৴ nahoya kawata ৴ souya kawata ৴ takashi mitsuya ৴ hanemiya kazutora ৴ ran haitani ৴ izana kurokawa ৴ sanzu haruchiyo
𑣲 MANJIRO SANO “MIKEY”
mikey would be the type who protect you from all cost yandere, the kind whose love becomes a quiet war against the world.
with you, mikey feels soft in a way that scares even him. around you, he is carefree, smiling, almost childish. he laughs too loud, complains about being hungry, rests his head in your lap like that’s where he belongs.
when you touch him, even casually, the tight feeling in his chest eases. the dark thoughts quiet down. you are the only thing that makes him feel normal.
because of that, he becomes deeply attached.
you are not just someone he loves. you are his love. his reason. his last safe place.
and mikey has already learned what happens when the world finds your weak spot.
so early on, without ever saying it out loud, he decides something important:,
you will never be part of the gang world.
he keeps you away from it carefully, gently. he never raises his voice. never forces you.
he just… arranges things. he insists on walking you home. he discourages you from going to certain places. he introduces you to people he has already checked, already judged as safe. if you ask why he’s so careful, he smiles and says he worries because he loves you.
but it’s more than worry.
mikey watches everything. who looks at you too long. who talks about you when you’re not around. which names come up near yours.
he remembers all of it.
other gangs notice, too. they notice how soft mikey gets when you’re near. how his eyes follow you. how the terrifying leader of toman suddenly has something precious to protect.
they think you are strong. they think you are a way to hurt him.
the moment mikey hears a rumor—just a whisper—that another gang is asking about you, his dark impulse wakes fully.
his smile disappears. his voice goes flat. his eyes go cold.
he doesn’t ask questions. he doesn’t wait to see if they’re serious. mikey knows better than that. the world has already taken enough from him.
so he strikes first.
meetings are called that were never meant to be peaceful. warnings are sent through broken bones and fear. territories are invaded without mercy.
leaders who even hinted at your name are beaten into silence. mikey doesn’t rage. he doesn’t shout. he moves with calm, terrifying certainty.
to everyone else, it looks like sudden cruelty. like mikey has lost control.
but to him, it is simple logic.
if they are gone, they can’t touch you.
afterward, he comes back to you like nothing happened.
he cleans himself up before he sees you. changes his clothes. washes his hands until there’s no trace of blood left.
when he sits beside you, he smiles again, that familiar easy smile, and asks if you ate today. if you slept well. if you’re feeling okay.
he never brings up what he’s done.
if you hear rumors—if you see the fear in people’s eyes when mikey’s name is mentioned—and you confront him, his reaction is quiet.
he listens. really listens.
then he looks at you, eyes soft but tired.
“…they were talking about you,” he says simply.
you tell him that scares you. that hurting so many people for you feels wrong.
his hands shake as he reaches for yours, gripping them like he might fall apart if he lets go.
“i know it’s wrong,” he whispers. “but losing you would be worse.”
his forehead presses against yours, breath uneven.
“i can survive being hated,” mikey says. “i can survive being a monster. i can’t survive losing you.”
his obsession isn’t loud. it isn’t dramatic. it is constant.
he doesn’t cage you. he cages the world instead.
he will lie for you. he will ruin lives for you. he will burn entire gangs to the ground for you.
and he will do it all silently, calmly, without hesitation— just so you can stay untouched, safe, and smiling beside him.
with mikey, love feels warm, gentle, and protective. but it is built on fear of loss and absolute devotion.
you are not just someone he loves. you are the line keeping his darkness from swallowing him whole.
and if the world ever tries to cross that line—
mikey will destroy it, without regret, without mercy, and without ever letting you see the blood on his hands.
𑣲 KEN RYUGUJI “DRAKEN”
draken would be a protective yandere. with you, he is calm, strong, and steady. he doesn’t laugh much, but when he does, it’s soft and meant just for you. he always watches over you.
he notices every shadow, every stranger, every movement around you. when he walks beside you, makes sure you eat, or checks that you get home safe, it’s all on purpose. you feel him like a shield. quiet, strong, and unmovable.
but draken’s love has a sharp side. he doesn’t just want to keep you safe—he wants to stop anyone from ever hurting you.
anyone who tries to get close to you, anyone who even looks at you the wrong way, is a threat. he doesn’t wait to see if it’s real. he decides, and he acts fast. the world doesn’t matter if it tries to hurt you. he will destroy anyone in his way.
he keeps you far away from danger. gangs, fights, reckless streets—he protects you from all of it. you never see him after a fight. he never wants you to hear about what he does.
when you ask why he is so careful, he brushes your hair back and says softly, “i just don’t want you hurt.” but really, it’s more than that. it’s a promise—and a warning.
one night, you are walking home with him. the streets are wet from earlier rain, neon lights reflecting on the ground. draken walks beside you.
his hand brushes lightly against yours—not holding it, just close. it feels safe. his eyes are always watching, always alert.
“are you tired?” he asks quietly, calm as always.
“a little,” you say. “but i’m fine.”
he nods silently. then he notices a group of strangers lingering on the corner, looking at you. his jaw tightens. his calm face hardens. this is the dark side of draken—the part that protects you without thinking.
“…stay close,” he murmurs. it’s a promise.
one stranger steps closer, smirking. draken steps in front of you. his eyes go dark and sharp. he doesn’t yell. he doesn’t panic. he just decides. the world has taken too much from him. it will not take you.
later, the strangers are missing. you ask, voice shaking, “what… what did you do?”
he looks at you, calm and steady. he brushes a strand of hair from your face. “…they won’t ever bother you again. nothing you need to worry about.”
you see the tension in his hands. every alley, every shadow, every street he checks to make sure you are safe.
you tell him softly it scares you. that maybe he shouldn’t go that far.
draken’s jaw tightens. his grip on your hand is strong.
“…i don’t care what it takes. if anyone even thinks about hurting you, i’ll stop them. no hesitation.”
he presses his forehead gently to yours. “…the world is cruel… but i can make it safe. for you. and i will. always.”
with draken, love is not playful. it is not light. it is a fortress built around you, with him as your rock. the world may try to touch you—but he will stop it.
he doesn’t smother you with words or attention, but every action, every glance, every choice he makes is to protect you.
he would hurt, scare, or destroy anyone who dares to come near you. he does it fast, without thinking twice, and then comes back to you calm and gentle as if nothing happened.
with draken, you are not just someone he loves. you are everything he protects. the world itself would be nothing if it tried to hurt you.
he is strong, steady, and loyal. he will strike first. strike fast. and strike without mercy.
but when he is with you, he is gentle, calm, and safe—your safe place in a dangerous world.
𑣲 NAHOYA KAWATA “SMILEY”
smiley would be a cheerful yandere, the kind whose love feels playful on the surface and horrifying underneath.
with you, smiley is light. teasing. always laughing. he jokes about everything, leans too close, nudges you with his shoulder, smiles like nothing bad could ever exist.
he treats you like something precious but fun, like being around you makes the world more interesting.
his smile never leaves. and with you, it feels comforting.
you make him happy in a way fighting does not. you make the noise in his head quieter. when you laugh, he feels settled. when you are near, his hands itch less for violence. you don’t erase what he is—but you soften it.
because of that, he grows attached fast.
too fast.
you are not just someone he likes. you are something he wants to keep smiling.
and smiley knows how ugly the world can be. he’s seen what happens when people get hurt. he’s seen what happens when someone cries because they were careless or unprotected. he refuses to let that happen to you.
so without telling you, he starts controlling the space around you.
not with rules. not with force. just… presence.
he’s always nearby. always walking you home. always showing up when you didn’t ask him to. he laughs it off when you question it, saying things like,
“what? can’t i miss you?” or “wow, you sound ungrateful, i’m just being nice!”
but his eyes are always watching.
who bumps into you. who stares too long. who seems suspicious. even what could accidentally hurt you—cars, slippery streets, dangerous places.
he remembers every detail. every little thing that could hurt you.
and the moment he notices even a small risk—a stranger being too close, a car speeding nearby, someone careless in a store—his smile sharpens.
not softer. sharper. because he doesn’t hesitate. he doesn’t wait.
smiley moves fast. protective. precise. deadly if needed. he laughs while blocking you from harm, grinning as if everything is still a game. people don’t know if he’s joking—or if they’re about to regret stepping too close.
to everyone else, it looks insane. like he’s enjoying it too much.
and he is. because every action means one less thing that could hurt you. afterward, he comes back to you like nothing happened.
same grin. same playful voice.
he asks if you ate. if you’re bored. if you want to hang out. he sits close, too close, like the world might try to take you if he lets go for even a second.
if you notice him acting strange—or you see the people he stopped—and you confront him, he just tilts his head and smiles.
“huh? did i do something weird?” he asks lightly. when you say you’re scared, his smile doesn’t fade—but his eyes sharpen.
“i just don’t want you crying,” he says. “i hate that.”
his voice stays sweet. his words don’t.
“the world can be dangerous,” smiley says. “so i stop it first.”
he doesn’t cage you. he cages everyone else. he’ll block anything, scare anything, fight anything that could hurt you.
and he’ll do it all happily.
with smiley, love feels fun. exciting. warm. but it’s wrapped around obsession and teeth.
you are not just someone he protects. you are someone he enjoys protecting. and if the world ever tries to make you cry— smiley will still be smiling,
long after it’s gone quiet.
𑣲 SOUYA KAWATA “ANGRY”
angry would be a silent but really explosive yandere, the kind whose love is quiet, calm, and gentle… until the world dares to threaten you.
with you, he is patient, careful, and watchful. he hates conflict, hates violence, and would rather solve everything peacefully—but anyone who hurts you or even puts you at risk awakens the part of him his brother calls “the crying blue ogre.”
with you, he is soft. gentle. patient. the intimidating frown becomes almost comforting, a quiet shield that makes you feel safe. when you touch him, even casually, the tightness in his chest eases.
the world’s weight lightens for him. you are the only thing that calms his mind.
because of that, he becomes deeply attached.
you are not just someone he loves. you are something he cannot lose. you are his quiet reason for being.
and angry knows how fragile life can be. he’s seen friends hurt. he’s seen his brother smile through pain. he refuses to let it happen to you.
so without ever announcing it, he begins shaping your world.
he walks beside you quietly, always near, watching. he notices the smallest dangers, uneven sidewalks, cars moving too fast, strangers lingering too long.
he doesn’t scold you. he doesn’t shout. he just intervenes when needed, calmly and without fuss.
“hey,” he says softly, one afternoon as you walk down the street. “watch your step there… it’s slippery.”
“thank you, angry,” you say. “i didn’t even notice.”
he frowns, as usual, and brushes your hand lightly with his. “…i can’t let anything happen to you.”
his quiet vigilance is constant. he doesn’t tease. he doesn’t joke. he just observes, always ready to step in.
and then one day, something happens. a stranger bumps into you roughly, almost knocking you over. your heart races. angry’s frown deepens.
his calm disappears like water running off a cliff. his chest tightens. tears well in his eyes—not from pain, but from fear for you.
“hey!” he growls softly, voice trembling. “step back!”
the stranger laughs nervously, thinking he’s overreacting. but then something shifts. the air changes.
angry’s eyes fill with tears, blue and blinding, and his calm demeanor vanishes. in moments, he becomes the crying blue ogre.
he moves faster than thought. one motion, one strike, and the danger is gone. precise, overwhelming, terrifying—but all of it for you. the stranger runs, utterly terrified. the tears streaming down his face don’t slow him, don’t stop him, don’t diminish his protective instinct.
you stare, frozen, heart pounding. “…angry… what… what just happened?”
he kneels beside you afterward, still frowning, face streaked with blue tears, shaking slightly. his voice is soft, quiet, but full of weight:
“…you’re safe now. i… i can’t lose you.”
he wipes your hands gently, his own trembling. “…i don’t want anyone to hurt you. not ever.”
he doesn’t cage you. he doesn’t force you. he doesn’t smother you with words or attention. instead, he cages the world. anyone or anything that could harm you is removed before you even see it.
later, when you notice the bruises on the stranger or hear whispers of what he did, he simply tilts his head at you, eyes soft but heavy.
“they were… going to hurt you,” he murmurs. “i couldn’t let that happen.”
you whisper, trembling, “but… isn’t that too much? hurting someone for me?”
he frowns, a faint quiver in his lips. “…losing you would be worse. i can’t survive that.”
he leans close, forehead brushing yours. “…i don’t want to fight. i hate violence. but for you… i will. i will cry, i will fight, i will destroy anything in my way. and then i’ll come back to you. calm. quiet. safe.”
with angry, love is gentle, quiet, and protective, but it is built on absolute devotion and terrifying potential.
you are not just someone he loves. you are the reason he becomes unstoppable. you are the reason his quiet, gentle world explodes into the blue ogre, one hundred times stronger than anyone would dare imagine.
and if the world ever tries to hurt you…
angry will rise. he will cry. he will fight. and nothing will stand between you and him.
𑣲 TAKASHI MITSUYA
mitsuya would be a quiet, gentle, and obsessively attentive yandere, the kind whose love wraps around you like a soft blanket, always warm, always present, but who can quietly shape the world to keep you safe without you even noticing.
his obsession is not loud or chaotic—it is calm, measured, and unwavering, like the quiet heartbeat of someone determined to protect you at all costs.
with you, he is patient, soft-spoken, endlessly attentive, always noticing the smallest details that no one else would see, the way your shoulders slump when you’re tired, the faint crease of worry in your forehead when your mind drifts, the almost imperceptible pause in your breath when something bothers you, and the way your eyes linger on small things without realizing it.
he stores all of it, quietly, like notes in a notebook only he can read, because every little thing matters to him when it comes to you.
you wake up to the soft light spilling across your room and find him sitting on the edge of your bed, fabric in hand, threading a needle with careful precision.
the way he moves is calm, deliberate, almost meditative, but there is a sharp focus behind his soft eyes that hints he notices everything, every movement you make, every twitch of your hair, every little sound you let out while waking.
“good morning,” he says gently, voice low but warm, threading the needle once more as his eyes flick briefly to you. “did you sleep well?”
you stretch and yawn, rubbing your eyes. “yes… i think so. what are you making?”
he looks down at the small piece of fabric in his hands, then back at you, his expression softening for the briefest moment.
“…something for you,” he says quietly. “i noticed you seemed tense yesterday. i thought… perhaps this might help.”
he always notices.
he notices when your brow furrows as you try to read, when your lips press together as you focus on something frustrating, when you sigh softly and wish you could just vanish from the stress of the world for a moment.
he doesn’t scold you. he doesn’t lecture you. he just acts in small, deliberate ways that gently steer your day toward comfort, toward warmth, toward safety.
later, while you eat breakfast, he sits nearby, watching, his frown softened but his eyes still alert.
he notices when your hands tremble slightly as you pour your tea, when your back stiffens as if carrying an invisible weight. when you try to leave without a jacket despite the chill in the air, he reaches out, resting a firm but gentle hand on your wrist, stopping you.
“it’s cold today,” he says softly, tilting his head, eyes calm and unyielding. “wear this.”
you shake your head, frowning. “i’ll be fine, mitsuya.”
he smiles faintly, patient and composed. “perhaps. but i would worry if you didn’t. and i cannot allow that.”
he walks with you wherever you go, subtly positioning himself in ways that shield you from danger without making it obvious. when someone brushes past you too roughly on the street, his hand is on your back in a heartbeat, steadying you before you even realize it.
“careful,” he says softly to the person who nearly bumped you, voice calm and polite, but carrying an unshakable authority.
the stranger nods quickly and walks away, unnerved. he immediately turns to you, brushing an errant strand of hair from your cheek, his frown softening only slightly as he murmurs, “are you all right?”
you smile faintly. “yes… thank you.”
he nods once, eyes lingering on you as if he could memorize every detail of the way you move, every expression you make.
with him, you feel safe, cocooned in a calm, protective presence, unaware that he has cataloged every potential risk you faced today, from slippery sidewalks to careless strangers, and that he will quietly make sure none of them ever reach you again.
later, you get frustrated at him for a small mistake—maybe he corrected you too sharply, maybe he suggested something you didn’t want to do. you cross your arms and glare.
“i’m mad at you, mitsuya.”
he pauses, threading his needle slowly, letting the words settle. he doesn’t argue. he doesn’t raise his voice. he simply observes, calm and patient.
“…i understand,” he says quietly, his tone measured and soft, but carrying the weight of someone who refuses to let your unhappiness linger.
he disappears for a few moments, returning with a small garment bag delicately folded in his hands.
“i… thought this might help,” he says softly, placing it before you. “i made it for you. perhaps it will… change your mind.”
inside is a dress, soft and carefully sewn, colors chosen to soothe and brighten, details made with patience and care. you look at him, surprised. “…you made this… for me?”
he nods, frown still soft but eyes unwavering. “…i cannot stand seeing you upset, especially when it is because of me. if i can make it better… i will.”
you feel the weight of that devotion settle over you like a warm blanket.
when you try it on, his eyes follow every small movement, noting how the fabric moves with you, how your expression softens, and a quiet satisfaction settles in his chest. he doesn’t tease, he doesn’t press—he simply exists beside you, gentle, attentive, careful, watching for anything that could disturb your peace.
but the gentle part of him has limits.
later, someone says something cruel to you—sharp words, raised voices, thoughtless behavior. you feel your chest tighten, but before you can react, mitsuya is there, calm and steady, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
“that’s enough,” he says, voice soft but unmistakably firm.
the person laughs, thinking they can intimidate him. it is a mistake.
he doesn’t shout. he doesn’t escalate. he simply moves, silently precise, a few measured steps, and the presence he radiates is enough to make the threat vanish.
the person backs away, unnerved, and you see only the faintest quiver in his lips—a shadow of the tension he feels while keeping you safe.
he immediately returns to you, kneeling slightly, brushing your hair from your face, hands steady, voice low. “are you frightened?” he asks softly.
“…a little,” you admit.
his jaw tightens, faint but determined. “…that will not happen again,” he murmurs. “i will ensure it does not. you are too precious to risk, and i cannot allow anyone—or anything—to harm you.”
at night, he sits beside you, small blanket over your shoulders, sewing needle in hand.
he watches you as you drift toward sleep, eyes attentive, frown softened but never gone. “you do not have to worry,” he whispers. “i will handle the world. you focus only on being happy. i will take care of the rest.”
with mitsuya, love is gentle, tender, and calming, but it is absolute in its devotion. he notices everything, remembers everything, quietly reshapes the world so danger never reaches you. he does not cage you. he does not shout.
he does not rage. but if gentle measures fail, he is prepared, calm and precise, to eliminate any threat to you without hesitation.
and when the world is quiet again, he returns to you, sewing, mending, softly smiling, hands gentle, voice low and warm, endlessly patient.
“do you like this one?” he asks, holding up another carefully made dress. “or would you prefer another color? another pattern?”
you realize that with him, your happiness is everything. his love is soft, warm, patient—but it is also a quiet obsession, an unshakable devotion, and an unwavering shield. he does not cage you.
he cages the world, silently, relentlessly, without anyone knowing… except you.
and if the world ever dared to cross that line, if anyone or anything threatened you, mitsuya would move. quietly. efficiently. unfalteringly. to ensure that nothing touches you.
and then he would return to you, calm, gentle, smiling faintly, asking which dress you’d like tomorrow.
because to him, you are everything. and nothing else matters.
and asking what color dress you want next.
𑣲 HANEMIYA KAZUTORA
kazutora would be a volatile, obsessive, and protective yandere, the kind whose love feels like a storm—you feel warmth and safety with him one moment, then the weight of his intensity the next, and underneath it all, a desperate need to keep you close because he fears losing you more than anything in the world.
his devotion is absolute, but it is tempered by trauma.
the guilt, the pain, the chaos of his past that makes him hyper-aware of danger, and also makes him, sometimes unintentionally, twist conversations so you question yourself, making you overthink, because his brokenness bleeds into everything, even love.
you wake up slowly to the faint creaking of your door, and there he is: sitting in the corner, hunched slightly, arms resting on his knees, eyes shadowed, always watching, always alert.
his face is calm—almost eerily so—but his dark eyes flick to you the instant you move.
“you’re awake,” he murmurs, voice low, hoarse, but soft when it touches you. “…good. good. i… don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“…kazutora?” you ask, still drowsy.
he leans forward slightly, elbows on his knees, scanning every little twitch, every breath you take.
“…i can’t… not notice. i can’t let anyone… hurt you. not anyone. i… i failed once before. i… can’t let it happen again.” his words are quiet, but heavy with meaning, a subtle reminder of his trauma, the death he carries in his heart, the guilt he blames himself for.
he always notices everything. every twitch of your hair, every subtle flinch, every tiny sigh, every look of indecision.
he remembers all of it, stores it, because he doesn’t want you hurt, and because he fears that if he isn’t careful, he could fail you too.
throughout the day, he walks beside you, silent but watchful, a shadow and a shield.
he simply exists beside you, calculating, precise, protective, moving you subtly out of harm’s way without ever making it obvious. if a stranger gets too close, if a careless driver edges too near, if someone even glances at you wrong, he notices it all—and his chest tightens, fingers clenching without you even seeing, because he cannot risk anything happening to you.
later, as you argue quietly over something small—maybe you scold him for watching too much, maybe you complain about him following you—his frown deepens, and he tilts his head, eyes dark but attentive.
“…you think i’m wrong?” he asks softly, but there’s a subtle edge, a weight beneath the words. “do you… really think i’d hurt you… if i thought it was safe?”
“…kazutora, i’m not saying you hurt me!” you protest, voice shaky, heart hammering.
he shakes his head slowly, eyes fixed on yours.
“…sometimes you don’t understand, do you? i’ve seen the world take everything from people i care about. i… i’ve failed before. i can’t… i can’t fail you too. i… i have to watch. i have to know. if you can’t see that… maybe it’s your fault too, for not letting me protect you.”
you falter, feeling your chest tighten, heart racing, overthinking his words. “…my fault?”
he doesn’t answer immediately. his eyes soften, but the weight remains. “…maybe not entirely. but if i failed… you’d be gone. and i… i can’t survive that. i… can’t.”
the guilt seeps in. the overthinking spins. you pause, hesitant, and he notices the shift instantly, eyes narrowing slightly—not angry, just desperate.
“…see?” he whispers, voice low, shaking faintly. “i can’t let anything happen to you. not anyone. not the world. not even… you, sometimes.”
later, someone in the street bumps into you roughly. his body tenses immediately. he doesn’t shout. he doesn’t act chaotically. but his voice drops low, rough, controlled.
“step back,” he murmurs. the stranger laughs, but it’s a mistake. in an instant, kazutora moves like a storm, precise, terrifyingly fast, the intensity in his gaze enough to make the stranger stumble backward in fear.
he returns to your side immediately, hands gentle but possessive on your shoulders.
“…did they scare you?” he asks softly, voice heavy but careful. “…i… i couldn’t let them.”
“…kazutora… it’s… scary how you did that,” you whisper, heart racing.
he leans closer, shadowed eyes catching the light, voice low and trembling. “…i know. but… if i didn’t… they would’ve hurt you. i… i couldn’t survive that.”
the rest of the day continues like this. he stays close, shadowing you, eyes always flicking to anyone nearby, body tense, ready.
he will quietly steer you away from any potential danger, rearrange plans if something seems risky, and intervene before you even realize you might be at risk.
he doesn’t cage you—he doesn’t yell—but he subtly reshapes your environment so you are safe.
and when the two of you talk again, perhaps in a quieter moment, he can make you question yourself without meaning to, because his trauma leaks into his love.
“you… you shouldn’t make me worry like that,” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “…sometimes… i feel like you forget how fragile life is… and i… i can’t handle losing you. not you. not again.”
his words are heavy, subtle, making you second-guess yourself, overthink, but also feel how deeply he needs you to stay safe, because he cannot bear losing someone he finally cares for.
at night, he sits beside you, tense but quiet, arms resting lightly against yours, eyes on you as if memorizing every detail.
“sleep well,” he murmurs. “…tomorrow, i’ll be there, like always. watching, making sure the world doesn’t touch you. i… can’t let it.”
with kazutora, love feels like a storm contained in calm: intense, scary, overwhelming at times, but utterly devoted. he doesn’t cage you in chains, he cages the world.
he watches, he protects, he strikes before danger touches you, and he sometimes lets the weight of his trauma slip into words, making you question yourself, making you overthink—but all of it is rooted in desperate, all-consuming devotion, because losing you would destroy him.
you are not just someone he loves. you are the reason he survives his chaos. you are the reason he holds himself together.
and if the world ever dares to cross the line— kazutora will strike first, precise, terrifying, and unstoppable, and then return to you, soft, quiet, frowning only slightly, whispering,
“…you’re safe. i’ll never let anyone hurt you.”
𑣲 RAN HAITANI
ran would be a playful and possessive yandere, the kind of person whose love feels like a game you don’t want to lose, where every smile, every tease, every touch is both a thrill and a warning.
and yet underneath it all lies an obsessive, calculating devotion to you that no one else can see.
with you, he is charming, flirty, and effortlessly casual, making you laugh, making your heart race, making you feel desired, while at the same time, he is constantly watching, analyzing, and planning, always making sure you are within his reach, always making sure no one else even comes close to you without his knowledge or consent.
you wake up to the faint sound of his voice from the living room, teasing in a low, playful tone as he drinks his coffee.
“you’re finally awake,” he says, voice smooth, a grin in every syllable. “i was starting to think i’d have to drag you out of bed myself… but then, that wouldn’t be very fun, would it?”
you rub your eyes, trying to shake off sleep, and glance toward him. “ran… why are you awake so early?”
he leans back in his chair, fingers tapping the rim of his mug, eyes flicking over you like a predator assessing every detail, yet doing it so casually that it seems like nothing more than idle attention.
“…because i wanted to see you,” he says lightly, but there’s a subtle edge in the way he says it, a quiet possessiveness beneath the playful tone, like a reminder that you’re his, and no one else should be near.
throughout the morning, he shadows your movements, teasing you relentlessly while simultaneously ensuring no one can approach you unnoticed.
when a stranger accidentally bumps into you in the street, his grin falters just slightly, eyes narrowing with calculated precision. the casual, flirty persona disappears in an instant, replaced by the sharp, ruthless side only those closest to him ever witness.
he steps in smoothly, brushing past the stranger with a polite, almost disarming smile, but the cold edge in his eyes makes the person stumble back in unease.
“careful,” he murmurs softly as he places a protective hand lightly on your shoulder, voice smooth but firm. “…you’re mine. i can’t have anyone treating you carelessly.”
you flinch, heart racing, but he merely leans closer, brushing an errant strand of hair from your face, grin returning, voice teasing again.
“…don’t look so scared. i’m not here to hurt you… anyone else, maybe. but not you.”
later, while walking together, you make a small complaint—something about how he’s too controlling, or maybe that he teases too much. his grin sharpens, a little mischievous, almost dangerous.
“…really?” he murmurs, voice low, almost a whisper. “so you think i’m wrong? or are you… trying to argue with me?”
“…i’m not trying to argue!” you protest.
he tilts his head, eyes darkening slightly, voice soft but carrying weight.
“…sometimes i wonder if you really think about how things work… if someone tried to take you, or even just look at you wrong, would you even notice in time? or would i have to step in first? i… can’t risk that.”
you pause, heart tightening. “…i… i’d notice!”
he smirks faintly, leaning closer, voice teasing but edged with something sharper you can’t quite ignore.
“…maybe. but what if you didn’t? what if you failed to see it? do you want me to explain how dangerous that would be… for both of us?”
you swallow hard, feeling a flicker of guilt.
even though he hasn’t raised his voice, even though his tone is playful, you can’t shake the way his words make you overthink.
the way he make you wonder if you’re careless, if you’re in the wrong, if somehow it’s your fault he has to watch, protect, and plan constantly for your safety.
throughout the day, he teases, flirts, and makes you smile, but nothing goes unnoticed.
every passerby, every glance, every slight risk, he catalogues in his mind, always calculating, always ready to act.
and when the first real threat arrives—a man getting too close, someone whispering your name too loudly, or an obvious danger—he switches effortlessly from playful, charming flirt to ruthless, precise predator, striking quickly and without hesitation, ensuring the danger vanishes before it even touches you.
later, after he returns to your side as if nothing happened, brushing his hands lightly over your shoulders, grin back in place, voice smooth and teasing.
“…see? nothing to worry about,” he says, fingers brushing your cheek. “…i took care of it. you’re still mine, and no one’s touching you without me knowing.”
with ran, love is intoxicating, playful, teasing, and sometimes frightening, but it is rooted in an obsessive devotion.
he will make you laugh, make your heart race, make you doubt yourself ever so slightly, and yet he will stop any threat to you instantly, ruthlessly, and without hesitation, all while maintaining that charismatic, flirty exterior.
you are not just someone he loves.
you are the center of his attention, the prize in his game, the reason he smiles so easily in public but watches so carefully in private. and if the world ever dares to cross that line—
ran will kill first, with precision, with cruelty, with absolute loyalty and obsession, and then return to you, playful grin in place, voice smooth, whispering,
“…you’re mine. and i’ll make sure no one ever touches you.”
𑣲 IZANA KUROKAWA
izana would be a cold, possessive, and obsessive yandere,
the kind of person whose love feels like a fortress you cannot escape from, simultaneously terrifying and comforting.
where every glance, every word, every action is calculated to keep you close, safe, and under his unwavering watch, and where even the faintest threat toward you awakens a ruthless, merciless side that no one else ever sees.
with you, he can be deceptively calm, charming, and teasing, offering you attention, small gestures, and quiet smiles, but every action is layered with possessiveness and subtle manipulation, designed to ensure that you never leave his side, that you think of him first, and that the world never touches you without his knowledge.
you wake slowly to find him sitting across the room, back straight, legs crossed,
fingers lightly tapping on the armrest of a chair, eyes fixed on you in a way that is both unnerving and mesmerizing, making it immediately clear that even in this casual pose, he is assessing everything,
your hair, your eyes, the way you breathe, the faint lines of sleep on your face, and the slight tension in your shoulders that betrays a restless night.
“you’re awake,” he says, voice low, smooth, and almost lazy, but every syllable carries an unspoken weight, as if reminding you that he has already decided the world must bend to keep you safe.
“…good. i wanted to make sure you were fine before anyone else even saw you this morning.”
“…izana,” you whisper, voice hesitant, feeling the tension in the room despite his calm tone.
he tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing, observing your every movement with precision, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips that is both teasing and threatening.
“…don’t worry,” he murmurs. “…no one will get to you. not today. not ever. i… won’t allow it.”
throughout the morning, he shadows your movements without overtly intruding, walking beside you with a careful balance of casual nonchalance and vigilance.
smiling lightly when you glance at him, but watching every stranger who passes, noting every sound, every glance, every shift in the environment that could even remotely endanger you.
when a pedestrian brushes too close, or someone lingers too long near you, he doesn’t shout or make a scene, but his hand moves to rest lightly on the small of your back, guiding you subtly away, and his eyes flash cold and dangerous, scanning the threat, calculating exactly what to do if it escalates.
“careful,” he murmurs, voice calm and smooth, almost teasing, but with a sharp edge you can feel in your chest. “…i can’t let anyone touch you like that. do you understand?”
“…i… i understand,” you whisper, heart hammering.
he smirks faintly, leaning close just enough that his presence is overwhelming, and yet he does not touch you further, letting the weight of his gaze and his words settle on you like a warning.
“…good,” he says softly. “…i can’t risk losing you. i… can’t survive it if someone else… claims you. so you must stay close. understand?”
later, a minor disagreement arises—you complain about him being too controlling, or maybe that he teases you too much—and the calm veneer flickers, a faint shadow crossing his eyes as he tilts his head, lips curling ever so slightly, voice low and measured.
“…so you think i’m wrong?” he murmurs, voice deceptively soft. “…or do you think… you’re allowed to be careless? to wander into danger without me knowing? do you even realize what could happen if i weren’t there?”
“…i… i wasn’t being careless,” you stammer, heart tightening.
he leans closer, eyes darkening, voice dropping to a quiet, almost menacing murmur.
“…maybe not. but if something happened to you… even a small mistake, even a moment of carelessness… do you think i could forgive myself? do you think the world would forgive me? i’ve lost things i cared about before. i… won’t lose you. not like that. not ever. do you understand?”
you nod, swallowing hard, guilt and unease mixing with relief, the weight of his words pressing on you, making you second-guess even the smallest choices, because his devotion feels like both a shield and a cage, protective, unwavering, but impossible to ignore.
as the day continues, he continues to shadow you, always teasing lightly, smiling faintly, but with constant vigilance, his mind cataloging potential threats and contingencies.
and when a real danger appears—a stranger getting too close, someone trying to intimidate you, even an accidental fall—he becomes a storm, moving with precise, terrifying efficiency, striking without hesitation, neutralizing the threat before you even realize it existed.
his voice remains calm, almost lazy, but there is no mercy in his eyes, no hesitation in his movements, and the person or people who dared to approach you learn very quickly not to underestimate him.
once the threat is gone, he returns to your side as if nothing happened, brushing his hand gently against yours, smirk softening, voice smooth and teasing once more.
“…see?” he murmurs, leaning just enough so his lips brush near your ear. “…nothing to worry about. you’re safe… because i said so.”
with izana, love is suffocatingly intense, calm yet dangerous, teasing yet possessive, charming yet threatening, and it is always rooted in absolute, obsessive devotion.
he does not isolate you, but he cages the world, removing dangers before they touch you, guiding your movements, and sometimes using his knowledge of your insecurities and fears to subtly make you stay close, overthink, or feel the weight of his care and jealousy, because losing you is a thought he cannot bear.
you are not just someone he loves.
you are the center of his focus, the reason he restrains his darker impulses, the reason he shapes the world so that nothing threatens you, the reason he breathes, plans, and obsesses.
and if anyone—even the smallest threat—dared to cross the line, izana would strike first, calculated, ruthless, and unyielding, and then return to you, smooth, teasing, and protective, whispering softly,
“…you’re mine. i’ll make sure no one ever touches you.”
𑣲 SANZU HARUCHIYO
sanzu would be a manipulative, obsessive, and sadistic yandere, the kind whose love feels intoxicating and terrifying at the same time, because being loved by him means being wrapped in charm, danger, and quiet psychological control that never really loosens its grip.
with you, he can be calm and teasing one moment, smiling lazily like nothing in the world matters, but beneath that surface his obsession runs deep and sharp, and everything he does is meant to pull you closer, keep you dependent, and make sure you never forget that he is the one protecting you from a world he believes is cruel and waiting to hurt you.
it starts with something small.
you tell him you don’t like how closely he watches you, how he always knows where you’ve been, who you talked to, how long you stayed.
he doesn’t raise his voice.
he just tilts his head, lips curling into a soft smile, eyes shining with something unreadable.
“…is that so?” he asks lightly, tone almost amused, as if you’ve just said something cute instead of something serious. “that’s funny. i thought you liked feeling safe.”
“…this isn’t about safety,” you say, trying to stay calm. “it feels like you don’t trust me.”
his smile doesn’t fade. if anything, it grows.
“trust you?” he repeats slowly, leaning closer, elbows resting on his knees, eyes never leaving yours. “oh, i trust you just fine. it’s everyone else i don’t trust.”
the way he says it makes your chest tighten.
“you say that like it’s normal,” you whisper. “like i’m wrong for wanting space.”
he laughs softly, shaking his head, and the sound is light, almost playful, but there’s something sharp underneath it that makes your skin prickle.
“space?” he says. “you know… people who ask for space usually end up alone. or hurt. or taken advantage of.” his eyes narrow just a little. “i thought you were smarter than that.”
your heart sinks.
“…that’s not fair,” you say quietly.
he leans back, crossing his arms, studying you like a puzzle, like he’s deciding how to break you down gently.
“not fair?” he murmurs. “you know what’s not fair? loving someone so much you’re willing to bleed for them, lie for them, kill for them… and then hearing them say you’re the problem.”
you freeze.
he watches your reaction closely, clearly enjoying the way doubt creeps into your expression.
“see?” he continues softly. “that look right there. that’s guilt. means you understand, at least a little.”
“…i didn’t mean it like that,” you say, voice trembling now. “i just—”
“just wanted freedom?” he cuts in gently, almost kindly, reaching out to brush his fingers through your hair.
“it’s okay. i get it. you don’t know what the world does to people like you. people who are soft. people who trust too easily.”
his touch is gentle, comforting, but his words make your stomach twist.
“if i wasn’t here,” he whispers, thumb brushing your cheek, “do you know what would happen? someone would hurt you. use you. break you. and then you’d look back and think… ‘i should’ve listened to sanzu.’”
you swallow hard, overthinking everything, wondering if you’re being selfish, if you really are naive, if you’re wrong for pushing back.
he smiles when he sees the doubt settle in.
that’s the sadistic part.
he enjoys this—not loudly, not openly—but in the quiet way he watches your confidence crumble and replaces it with dependence.
“hey,” he says softly, pulling you closer, arms wrapping around you, voice warm now, almost loving. “don’t look so scared. i’m not mad. i could never be mad at you.”
“…then why does this hurt?” you whisper.
his grip tightens just slightly.
“because love hurts,” he answers calmly. “because being protected feels heavy when you don’t understand it yet.”
he presses his forehead to yours, breathing slow, steady.
“i hurt people so you don’t have to,” he continues, voice low and intimate.
“i lie so you can sleep peacefully. i take the blame so you can stay clean. and all i ask… is that you stay with me. that you don’t question the one person who would burn the world down just to keep you smiling.”
you don’t answer.
you can’t.
because part of you feels wrong for arguing in the first place, feels guilty for making him explain himself, feels like maybe you really are safer like this.
and sanzu knows it. he always knows.
he kisses your temple softly, smiling to himself.
“good,” he murmurs. “you’re thinking again. that means you’re listening.”
with sanzu, love is never simple.
it is soft hands and sharp words. warm smiles and quiet fear. comfort mixed with control.
he doesn’t lock doors or chain you down. he just makes you feel like leaving would be your fault.
and that staying with him is the only safe choice you have left.
「©valentinesxoxo˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 」
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Jan 11, 2025
TOKYO REVENGERS | my girl
Synopsis ✰ they protect their girl from creeps
Characters ✰ Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuguji, Chifuyu Matsuno, Takashi Mitsuya, Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata
Contains ✰ sfw!, catcalling, inappropriate sexual remarks, violence, protective boyfriends, very feminine!reader, f!reader, usage of the words “my girl”, defensive threats, harassment, sticky situation, reader is alone in some scenarios, boyfriends to the rescue
Manjiro Sano ᡣ𐭩
Mikey doesn’t actually think he’s felt this irritated before in his life. his face was kept straight as he was fixated on the situation happening right in front of him. he and ken had gone to meet you after your classes ended only to find this. even ken was unsure of whether or not he should step in himself or wait til mikey makes the first move. “get your dirty hands off me.” you snapped yanking your arm away as the guy had tried to reached over to grab your wrist. mikey knew you could handle your own but it didn’t make sitting on the sidelines any easier. he knew the relationship between you two was kept under wraps for a good reason. it’s not worth messing up and exposing your relationship over some scummy guy… right? no it’s not. “why not? its not like you got a boyfriend or anything. never seen you with another guy.” the guy just wouldn’t take no as an answer. how pathetic mikey thought.
#manjiro sano#sano manjiro x reader#ken ryuguji#ken ryuguji x reader#chifuyu matsuno#chifuyu matsuno x reader#takashi mitsuya#takashi mitsuya x reader#nahoya kawata#nahoya kawata x reader#souya kawata#souya x reader#souya kawata x reader#nahoya x reader#tokyo manji gang#tokyo rev#tokyo revengers#tokyo rev x reader#sano mikey manjiro#draken tokyo revengers#draken x reader#tokrev draken
Aug 12, 2025
Yes, I’m Miss. Possessive
Synopsis: in which Some Girl is flirting with your man.
Featuring: Mikey, Draken, Baji, Kazutora, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Smiley, Angry, and Hakkai
Notes from the Batcave: for ✨this✨ request. 💖
Manjiro Sano
You catch the tail end of some girl telling Mikey she could “keep him warm better than whoever he’s with.” He tilts his head at her, amused, when you walk up and without breaking stride,shove her shoulder hard enough to make her stumble back.
“Oh,” you say in mock surprise, stepping into Mikey’s space, “didn’t see you there. Thought you were trash someone left on the sidewalk.”
Mikey bursts out laughing, arm sliding around your shoulders as you drag him away.
#manjiro sano x you#mikey sano x you#keisuke baji x you#keisuke baji x reader#draken x you#draken ryuguji#kazutora x you#kazutora x reader#mitsuya x you#mitsuya x reader#chifuyu x you#chifuyu x reader#angry x reader#angry x you#smiley x reader#smiley x you#hakkai shiba#hakkai x reader#Hakkai x you#manjiro sano#keisuke baji#ken ryuguji#kazutora hanemiya#chifuyu matsuno#nahoya x reader#nahoya kawata#souya kawata#souya x reader#ken ryuuguji x reader#tokyo revengers x you
Apr 15
TOMAN! TR X READER
THEIR LOVE LANGUAGE/HOW THEY ACT AROUND YOU
TW! Might be OOC or out of character, cringe, corny, wrong grammar errors and bad
Manjiro "Mikey" Sano
Physical touch + Acts of service
This man isn't really good with words at all. But instead he is really really clingy. This man can't stand a day without touching you or being near you. He'd whine and complain like a child if he can't even see you for a day at least. His hands are always either on your waist, arms, shoulders or basically everywhere he wants to. He'd lean on you and rest his head on your shoulders, especially when he's tired. He also loves kisses, hugs and cuddles to the point he's such a greedy glutton for it. Whenever you stay over or he goes to your house, you'd always cuddle in bed where eventually Mikey falls asleep. Besides physical attention, he actually deals with your problems or struggles. You're bullied? He'll deal with it. Someone's hurting you? He'll hurt them back. You're crying? He'll haunt down anyone who made you cry. Basically he deals your problems with...fights. But not all of them. He just wants to protect you really.
Takemichi Hanagaki
Words of affirmation + Acts of service
He's an emotional guy, so he says whatever he feels at the moment. Even though he stumbles over his own words and is a bit awkward. He's a genuine guy. He hypes you up, cheers for you, assures you and is just constantly there for you whenever you need him. He's quite a guy with sweet words, but that is what's good about him, he's just honest and appreciates you. Often telling you that you matter and he loves you no matter what happens. At the same time, he handles your problems before you even notice or tell him anything. (Maybe it's cause he can time travel you know..) But really, he goes all out when it comes to you. He may be the weakest in strength but he's a strong guy in terms of determination, so whenever you're in danger he'd always take an effort to protect and help you or just be there for you. He's actually the type of guy to cry while saying how important you are to him.
Takashi Mitsuya
Words of affirmation + Quality time + Acts of service
Hands down, he's one of the most and top green flags in the whole TR series. He's the whole forest if you think about it. Mitsuya is a smooth guy with his words but he's also genuine with it. He reassures and comforts you when you needed it. Not because he needs to but he wants to. He's always there for you, whenever you're sad, whenever you're angry, or whenever you're confused and all that.. It doesn't matter because he's always there to listen. He's patient and sweet, a perfect combination really. Despite his busy schedule with his sewing club and the gang, he actually takes a great effort in having a schedule just to be with or spend the time with you. He'd always find a way just to hang out, whether be it his place, your place, or anywhere. You scheduled a date during weekends? He'd always be early and is there waiting for you. And when You needed him randomly? Just wait, he'll come and be there for you. Even if he couldn't go or make the time for you, he'd always tells you about it first and apologizes, but promises that next he wouldn't be busy.. and he isn't, he's true to his words. Aside from all those, he also helps you around quite much. You need help? He's always there in a jiffy. He'd give you a ride wherever you want to go. He'd cook for you, sew clothes for you and take care of you when you need him to. He also helps you study sometimes. Overall, he's the best boyfriend you could ever and only have.
Ken Ryuguji
Acts of service + Physical touch
This man is unreadable and hard to read. But he tries, and that matters. He actually helps take care of you, just like he does with Mikey, he is always there to clean for your mess and tries hard to be there for you. Just gentler compared to how he treats Mikey usually. He'd fight any man for you really. If you asked him if your clothes were inappropriate, he'd be the guy who'll say "Wear whatever you want, i can fight." He's respectful and attentive. You can rely on him for anything, he's strong and basically reliable. He's actually quite into physical touch, he's not like Mikey who is needy and clingy, he might not also seem like it, but you noticed how he'd just hold your hand a little longer or how he'd squeezed your shoulder in slight assurance or when he just sits beside you to just be near you when you're feeling down or when he's tired.. He's not clingy, but if he can't carry comfort through his words, he does it through his small actions that can be easily overlooked unless you actually think of it. He won’t say much, but you’ll feel it. Basically he's screaming "I got you" vibes.
Keisuke Baji
Acts of Service (chaotic edition) + Quality time
(In all honesty i struggled how to write for him) He's not really clingy nor is he traditionally soft or anything like that. But..he chose you. Spending time with you is already big to him. Just sitting together or just being there while you're around just grounds him.. It calms his mind when he's just tired or stressed out. He might not seem like a soft clingy guy or rough around the edges, but he cares. Chaotically cares for you. He'll actually do the most unhinged way to protect, help or solve your problems. He's the type of guy who would say “Hey, at least i showed up didn't i? And i also dealt with your problem.” He would say it with a grin while a beat up guy laid on the ground behind him. He's chaotic and rough, but he undeniably loves you. He might not admit that word out loud though. His affection for you is just weirdly unhinged in the most chaotic way possible.
Chifuyu Matsuno
Words of affirmation + Quality time + Receiving gifts
He's actually genuinely sweet and corny in his own way. He actually gives good advice, comforts you, reassures you, praises you and even listens to your problems. He might not seem like it but he's just there for you, no matter what. Maybe because he reads a lot of shojou manga that he pulls up random lines from his manga and blurts it out randomly to praise you or comfort you. Sometimes it's cringe but it's weirdly endearing. He also spends a lot of time with you. Just being there for you is enough for him. Just spending a day with you, having a date, eating food together, sitting together or sharing while reading his manga and he'll be happy already. He appreciates the time spent with you. He's also a thoughtful guy. He'd notice whatever you wanted or interested in. Even if you just said something like “It had a nice design” and just wait a few weeks and he'll give it you. He had to work extra hard for some money though. He's not that rich. But other than store bought items, he makes you homemade or DIY gifts. The important thing is the effort, not the worth of the gift. He's just giving shojou boy vibes.
Nahoya Kawata
Physical touch + Words of affirmation
He's actually very expressive but disguises it through humor and teasing. He's always around your space actually, he'd have an arm around your shoulder, flicking your forehead, leaning into you or a hand on your waist. He's playful and almost does it on purpose when he's with his gang, it's almost annoying but it's also his way of loving you. But when he's serious though? His hand would squeeze in yours or he would rest his forehead in the crook of your shoulder. He's not really soft or poetic with his way of words unlike others would but he's more like hyping or cheering you up loudly, teasing compliments such as “You're so cute today!” or just joking around but he actually had a deeper meaning into it. He uses humor most of the time so when he gives you a genuine, serious compliment, it hits way harder.
Souya Kawata
Quality time + Receiving gifts
He's not really flashy, expressive or anything wild. Sure, he looks angry most of the time but when he's with you, his behavior is more soft and gentle with you. He actually doesn't really need to talk, just being there with you is enough. Walking silently together, sitting close or just existing in the same space. From time to time he also goes on dates with you during weekends, most of your dating spots are the aquarium, cinema or some food places you wanted to try. Rarely gives gifts, but when he does, it's special. Probably something small, simple, but tied to your feelings. Might struggle to give it to you directly (lowkey shy about it). Giving you gifts means that he's trying to express feelings he can’t say out loud.
Hakkai Shiba
Receiving gifts + Words of affirmation
Hakkai loves in a way that’s very earnest and slightly fragile. He wants to be strong, dependable, and someone you can be proud of but deep down, he’s still questioning if he actually is. He actually puts effort into his gifts. He tries hard to find the “perfect” gift for you. Might also overthink a bit sometimes. If you give him something he might be flustered a bit about it but he'll treasure it as well. Gifts for him are something to be remembered. He's actually a big guy with words, he often reassures and encourages you. He'd tell how you're important and how you matter in everything. He's also pretty loyal and devoted. He basically tried to be better for you.
#mikey sano#manjiro sano#tokyo revengers takemichi#tokyo revengers draken#Tokyo revengers#mitsuya takashi#tokyo revengers mitsuya#baji keisuke#tokyo revengers baji#tokyo revengers chifuyu#matsuno chifuyu#nahoya kawata#souya kawata#hakkai shiba#tokyo revengers x reader#x reader#tokyo revengers#🪻kurocodile fics
Mar 7
Tokyo Revengers
Little thoughts about relationships with them
Characters included: Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata, Wakasa Imaushi, Shinichiro Sano
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x reader#nahoya kawata#souya kawata#wakasa imaushi#shinichiro sano#nahoya x reader#souya x reader#wakasa x reader#shinichiro x reader#tokyo rev#souya kawata x reader#Nahoya Kawata x reader#wakasa imaushi x reader#Shinichiro Sano x reader#shinichiro x you#tokyo revengers spoilers#tokyo revengers fluff#tokyo revengers fandom#tokyo revengers fic#tokyo revengers fanfiction#tokyo rev x reader#tokyo rev x you#tokyo rev x y/n#tokyo rev fic#tokyo rev fluff#tokyo revengers headcanons#tokyo revengers hc#tokyo rev headcanons#Nahoya Kawata headcanons
