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[white-poppie]

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[jelliikiss]

Sutures Ch. 5

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist - Sutures Masterlist

-(Various x Reader)

Summary: Struck with tragedy, medical student (Name) is down on her luck and in need of a better job. Looking for fast money, she attends an interview for a job at a local club. Unfortuantely, she finds herself tangled in the web of the crime organization Bonten with no clean way out.

Warnings: Profanity, agnst

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Across from you, Ran sits in his chair smoking as you fiddle with the full glass he left in front of you. You’re back in his office, now due to him preferring more privacy. But the lack of discussion and the now dirty ashtray, just make you think he needed a cigarette.

You’re alive and from their point of view, should be kissing their boss’s feet in gratitude. Thankful of his mercy.

If you could even call it that.

“It’s rude to reject the drink after saving your ass.” He calls as he finally acknowledges you holding his cigarette between his lips. Instead of looking up at him, you gaze into the cinnamon colored liquid. Its scent is strong even from far away. Maybe a whiskey of some sort or cognac. Slowly, you tip the cup back into your mouth.

It’s bitter and the way it burns your throat and nostrils, heats your insides far too quickly. Not even a fourth of your warm drink is gone, before you cough and set the glass back down.

You weren’t one for straight dark liquor, instead favoring whatever was cheapest and would get you drunk the fastest. That or anything that complimented a sweet mixed drink.

At your failure, he shakes his head, regret dripping from his sharp condescending tone. “That drink is worth more than you earn in a month and you don’t even know it. God save us all.”

He laughs lightly in disbelief as he snubs out the menthol short in his hand.

“What is all this?”

The question leaves your mouth without thinking, but weirdly you’re not afraid. By default, he was the most comforting stranger you knew here and judging from the conversation and his body language earlier, it was in his best interest to keep you alive at the moment.

“What do you think?” He challenges.

“Are you yakuza?” You’ve heard of sketchy businesses acting as fronts for unsavory activities. Years spent learning through whispers in the neighborhood and late news segments, still hadn’t prepared you for this, but why would it? Ran laughs at your slight hesitation and the questioning tone of your answer. He’s more relaxed than he was an hour ago, likely due to the drinking.

“Something like that. Come on.”

Once again, you find him leading you back down that hallway, but thankfully to an unfamiliar door. With the lights on, you're at a loss for words.

“This is yours for the time being. You’ll find everything you could ever need here.”

The room is sterile and the fluorescent lighting makes it look colder than it is. The door is unassuming, while the inside is a copy of a room at an ordinary clinic. Well, a well funded clinic you think as you take note of the high end equipment and the sheer size of the room. It’s almost comical how out of place, the room is, neatly tucked beneath a raging nightclub.

A glass cabinet stood to the side, containing various medications and narcotics all neatly displayed for easy access. A stainless steel wheeled table sat in the middle beneath an overhead light, while a patient bed complete with a monitor sat against the wall. The cupboards were stocked with bandages, gauze, feminine hygiene products, and even clothing. As you snooped around, Ran took a seat in one of the rolling chairs available.

“Matsuda was an idiot. An idiot who talked more than his hands worked and far too much for his own good. I trust you know better than to follow his footsteps.”

Opening a random drawer, you hear the rustling of packaged equipment. Mindlessly, sifting through it, you find a worn photograph hidden beneath a box of disposable gloves. An old round jolly man, a put together greyed woman, and two young women about your age posed for the camera.

This must have been your predecessor.

“It’s important that we learn from the mistakes of others here. Afterall. There’s really only one way out in this business.” His tone and the forgotten photo are warning enough. Rifling through his jacket pocket, he places a new phone in your hand.

“When we need you, you’ll know. Expect a call, a message, or a car outside your house whenever. This is the phone we will contact you on. Keep it on and charged, at all times. Also you’ll need to quit whatever job you have immediately.”

“Congratulations.” He sighs and sticks his hand out towards you. Your brain blanks, before you remember yourself, grabbing it to awkwardly shake his hand. At the permanent displeased look on his face, it seems you already leave much to be desired.

“Work on that.” His eyes narrow at you as he retracts his hand.

Thankfully, it seems he’s had enough of entertaining you as he leads you out back and back into the car from earlier. This time, you ride home alone.

Entering your home, you don’t bother with the locks instead finding refuge on the couch. Your head aches from the questions you had but mostly from the stress of it all. As your hands brush against the blanket and cushion, you wince shifting until they’re resting on top of you.

Staring at the empty wall, you can’t think. Your head pounds and your body is heavy. Closing your eyes, you try to clear your head which thankfully leads to you drifting off to sleep. If you dream, it’s not important enough to recall.

The notification buzz of your phone wakes you up to complete darkness. Checking the time, it had been three hours since you had passed out. Stumbling through the dark, you rummage for bandages in your junk drawer. With your eyes now adjusted to the dark, you wrap your fingers tightly. Swallowing some pain meds, you make your way upstairs to her room.

Your stomach ached but you doubted you’d be able to keep anything down. Instead, you laid in your mother’s bed. The sheets were left unwashed, having not been changed since she was hospitalized. Hugging her pillow, you were grateful for forgetting. Wrapping yourself in her comforter, you can’t help but fall apart.

Silent cries morph into sobs as your body shakes in the dark. The tears are never ending, coating your face and mouth in their saltiness. And just when you think you’ve finished, the pang in your heart leaves you worse than before.

Lying there, all you could do was cry. You cried for your mother, for her embrace. For the comfort of your grandmother who was off in the countryside grieving. For the father you could have had by your side. And most of all, the version of yourself before you killed her down in that room.

Rubbing your forehead, you curled into a ball, drowning yourself further. Even as your head throbbed and nose ran, you continued to let yourself breakdown. While you could, you would grieve for the life they were taking from you. The one you had practically given up to them.

So through the pain, you welcomed the fat tears. It was the least you could do for yourself.

Because soon enough, they’d likely come to take your tears away from you as well.

Opening up the burner phone, you find exactly what you had predicted, nothing.

No contacts, images, nor notifications outside of its battery percentage. It was a complete blank slate. If you weren’t afraid to damage it, you’d open it up to see if they put anything inside. They seemed the type to do so.

As hungry as you were, breakfast was a chore. To avoid the sickness, you force fed yourself food between gulps of water. All the while, you sat at the table waiting for the dreaded device to ring. Two hours passed and still no notification of any kind nor did you spot a luxury car outside. As much as you tried to busy yourself with cleaning, music, studying, and even reading, it was useless.

It was almost as if your life was put on pause for them.

At the very least, you wouldn’t have to worry about securing a job after the scalding conversation with your ex overseer. No need to list her as a reference. Calling out alone before made you nervous, as the head of your department was known for being mean and stern. But even as she bitched you out over the phone for quitting, you couldn’t care less. Only glad for keeping your life in your bag rather than one of the rusty lockers they provided.

Afterall, you had a new job.

Several days you spent shut in waiting. Dread filling the pit of your stomach as you sunk a divot into her bed. Still, you couldn’t lie. The rest was a nice break from the twelve hour shifts that turned your initial part-time job to full-time due to understaffing. The sleep and time off your feet was also a nice way to lead into your final year of schooling.

Not that it would be anything crazy like last year’s packed clinicals. All you had to do this year was explore specialties, study for your second exam, and match into residency. Ideally, the main hospital in Tokyo was your goal to stay closer to home. Now it didn’t matter much, maybe.

Today all you had planned was studying and maybe reading or something. Anything to take your mind off the phone burning a hole through the night stand.

After showering, you went through your usual routine before pulling on a pair of comfy pajamas. Clearing the desk, you set yourself up to run through your notecards and test yourself on the study guides you built. Running through them, separating what came easy apart from ones that needed more repetition, you couldn’t help the sliver of pride that filled you. Even if things weren’t the best, at the very least you didn’t have to worry much about your schooling.

Making notes of what you needed to work on, you created a study plan for the week. Even if it wasn’t necessary with school a couple weeks away, it was something to keep you busy. With music in the background, it proved to be just what you needed. Several hours passed by in a flash as you snacked on some fruit while reading through a passage on a topic you were experiencing trouble with.

Half glancing at the vibration and sound from your left, you nodded along to the music before grabbing your phone. Narrowed eyes at the sight of your bare lockscreen. Setting your phone down, you return to your work, until another timber breaks your concentration. Still faced only with the photo of you, your mother, and grandmother, you're stumped.

But you're frozen at your desk, once you recall the black phone laid face down. Quickly, you grab it and can’t stop your hands from shaking as you read the message.

Outside in 15

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Sitting in the car, you stare out the window. Just as you read, the car arrived on time with only a driver. A single nod was sent your way as you climbed into the back seat.

Casually dressed, all you grabbed was your bag to tote along the second device and random bits that brought you comfort. Once there, you get out of the car after thanking the driver. At the back door, a lackey waits holding the door for you. Inside, you follow him to where Ran’s office sat. Walking in, he bows to the Ran and the man seated in front of him, before announcing himself.

Waving him off, you're left standing as Ran and the long white haired man continue their hushed conversation without as much as a glance at you. Idly, you wait, which seems to slightly infuriate Ran.

“Don’t just stand there.”

Making your way to the empty seat across from Ran, you find yourself next to the unnamed man. Nodding to acknowledge him, a smile breaks out across his face as he relaxes against the back of his chair.

“We’ll, well. If it isn’t the doctor.”

You don’t know how to respond to him so you don’t.

“She’s all yours Koko.” Ran sighs as he hands over a manila envelope. “Have fun.”

“Let’s go doc, we don’t have all day.”

As he stands to leave, you follow suit throwing a look of concern back towards Ran. Instead of offering some clarification, Ran ignores you turning back towards the phone in his hand.

Ouch

It’s a short walk on the same floor. Kokonoi Hajime reads the plaque on the wall to the right of the door he holds open for you. Your hesitation to walk in, has him drag his tongue over his teeth before he grins.

“Don’t worry I don’t bite.”

He closes the door after himself, before making his way behind the desk. The room is slightly smaller than Ran’s but just as well decorated, maybe even more. The main difference you note being the large flashy metal safe tucked in the corner. On his desk, he has three large monitors that he actually seems to use based on the way he glances at all three in front of you. Typing away on the computer in front of you, you busy yourself by examining him.

His eyes are sharp and dark, but not menacing unlike others you’ve encountered. Rather, they look as if everything is amusing to him. His face is angular and sharp, while his eyebrows are thin and neat. Parted on the side, half his head is shaved short, while the other side is long and white as powder. What’s most striking to you is the placement of his tattoo.

It stands out terribly on his head, which seems to be just what he was after. What’s more is it seems to match the one along the front of Ran’s throat.

“Alright doc, let’s get started.” He says as he keeps his eyes trained on his computer screen. “I’m setting you up a weekly payment schedule as if you were one of the girls on the floor. Hmmm, let’s see.”

His eyes scan over you before he returns to his work. “For tax purposes, you can be a dancer.” Clicking away on the screen, he laughs to himself before continuing. “Payment at the standard rate will be deposited into your account, with the surplus to be given to you in cash, weekly as well.”

“It’s easier that way for you and us.” He responds to the curious look on your face. “I’ll have you see me sometime later this week for the first installment. For now, you’re to head to your room.”

“Don’t I need to give you my information?” You hate just how weak you sound. “My account number?”

“Nope. I have everything I need already.”

You cringe at his words. Of course he would.

“Anything else?”

“I’m sorry. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do exactly.” Here you were just as they had asked, and you still didn’t know exactly what you were supposed to do yet.

“You’ll wait. If anyone needs anything, they’ll be going to you. Expect to meet and treat just about anything. We’ve been without a doctor for about a month, so there’s work to be done.”

Giving him a nod you go to leave. Right before you close the door behind you, he calls out towards you a last time.

“See you around doc.” His arms are crossed in front of him as he watches you with a grin. All you muster is a thin lipped smile, before making your way as fast as you could towards the stairs. Headed down, you try your best to find the room quickly. Once in sight, you slam the door shut.

Already you were tired and you hadn’t done anything yet. Sitting at the desk, you rest your head on your arms. At least this new guy was alright. From the last time, you couldn’t help but fear that more of them would be just like the pink haired man. You didn’t know this man, but at the very least you weren’t dreading having to see him every week.

After resting for fifteen minutes or so, you’re already bored. Moving around the room you allow yourself to fully snoop through everything. It seems that while neat, no one had come in to clean out the old doctor’s things. His coat and scrubs were left behind tucked in a locker in the corner, alongside several badges for different hospitals. Tokyo General, St. Luke’s International, University of Tokyo, etc. A handful of his notepads with scribbles filled the drawer with boxes of refills for a singular pen brand.

His chicken scratch was hard to read, and likely just random patient notes. For you, that was perhaps the biggest question you had.

Just who were you supposed to see here underneath the club?

It was just as Ran said. The room was stocked up with just about anything one could obtain over the counter and more.

Knocking on the door brings you to your feet. Slowly, you make your way to the door and peer through the blinds of the window. Outside stands a short petite woman in a red club dress. Her short blonde hair reaches her shoulders in loose curls and her dark eyes seem even darker due to her smoky makeup. At first you think maybe she is mistaken, and has the wrong door. But she doubles back, knocking even harder this time.

“Hi. Can I help you?” You call out as you open the door just enough to stick your face out through the crack. At the sight of you, she is taken aback.

“You his girl or something? I heard the Doctor was in.” The way her eyes scan over you, you can tell she’s picking apart your appearance.

“Yes. I’m the new doctor.”

“I thought Matsuda was back.”

“Nope. It’s just me now.” Opening the door fully, you stand off to the side. “Here come in.”

She walks in slowly, and takes a seat in one of the chairs across from you. Setting her bag down on the counter, she looks around the room.

“Makes sense. He didn’t seem the type to step out on his wife. Well, where is he then?”

She looks around the room as if expecting him to pop out and scare her.

“I don’t know.”

“Is he working elsewhere or training you?”

“Not that I’m aware of.” Her hard eyes soften with every question that leaves her lined lips. “All I know is I’m to replace him here.”

She laughs lightly this time, dropping her face in her hands. Lifting her head, she shakes her head slightly before facing you again. This time her eyes are blank. “Stupid old man.”

Her tone is sharp, but the underlying somber tone peeks through the cracks.

“What’s your name then doctor?”

“(Name). You can call me (Name), or doctor. What’s yours?”

“Rose.” She sniffles, before wiping at her nose. “Alright then. Doctor, I’m here for a check up.”

Nodding, you begin to follow the standard procedure you were taught through clinicals alongside the main physician. She follows along answering your questions and showing you where to find the files on the computer.

Matsuda had been incredibly meticulous about his charting and file organization making it easy to find her information. Each individual he saw regularly, having their own number.

Time spent in gyno proved extremely useful, as you were used to the STI testing procedures. Storing the labeled samples, you informed her the results would be ready sometime next week, once you figured out the next steps. At this she nodded, and dressed herself.

“This your first day?”

“Is it that noticeable?” You manage to break a small smile out of her, as she snickers before collecting her things.

“See you later doctor.”

She closes the door behind her, leaving you alone as you finish up updating her chart. For a second you forget where you are until you realize you're still in your casual clothes. Rifling through the scrub collection, you pull out a pair in your size and lock the door to change.

Catching sight of yourself in the mirror, you relax your shoulders as you take deep breaths. You don’t look too different save for the slight dull of your skin and the bags under your eyes. Your hair is a tad unruly from your short nap, but not horribly unprofessional.

Thankfully, you’re you.

Another knock, at the door, has you smooth your top down before unlocking and opening the door, to another well dressed woman with a quirked eyebrow.

It seemed you did have work to do.

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Taglist: @pandanen @zhamooz

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Author's Note: Now we are getting somewhere y’all. Excited but also nervous since there is so much to remember. Sutures is coming easier to me than Growing Pains right now. I guess since I’m trying to plan it out carefully so I don’t get too mixed up. At least I was able to get this out at a length I’m happy with. Hope those who celebrate had a good Halloween. I spent it chilling with family and watching movies. Watched weapons which was different but good. Thank you for reading! <3

[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)

[wingo5]

Haru is abt to give takeomi another scar

[yaeran]

silent love ★ tokyo revengers

ran has notifs muted on everyone except you.

draken is kinda same as ran but instead of muted notifs it’s he has a different ring for you compared to others so he can differentiate when you text him to others. cue him ignoring a bunch of notifications but when yours comes out he’s tackling his phone!!

when you two have common friends and are out, kazutora would sometimes pull you to a corner just to hug you // ending those dates with taking a train home as you share earphones and your sleep on his shoulder.

sometimes the gang has meetings in restaurants, rindou just always brings you a song as you’re comfortable. if anyone looked under the table they see you and rindous hands intertwined.

when you draw on bajis arm he’d fr not wash that part of his body to preserve it and then he’d proceed to where hoodies everyday until it fades. (ew)

takeomi understands that you hate being in the center of attention. so when the gang gets too into themselves and they’re probably cheering or celebrating something, non of the attention could be on you, he would give you a peck on the lips or even more.

chifuyu always leaves a pack of your favourite candy on your table when he comes over, he won’t even notify you so it’s a surprise.

[gatitties]

Caring you

─ Yandere!bonten x motherly!reader (Platonic)

─ Summary: these men are just trying to take care of you so you're just theirs

─ Warnings: stalking, toxic behaviors, obsession, yandere stuff

Part one / Part three / Part four / Part five

@simpingfor-wakasa, @luno-614 did you want the second part? here it is!! 🫂

You sighed leaving the shopping bags at the entrance of your house, turning on the lights in the living room while you carried the bags back to the kitchen, only before you could even take a step you screamed when you saw Mikey sitting on your sofa eating a cookie quietly.

"Holy fu-, do you want me to have a heart attack one of these days?"

You had not seen his figure before so it was normal for you to be scared, although in recent weeks you had had these intruders breaking into your house, you did not recriminate them for breaking into your home because they practically "spared" your life that day in which they kidnapped you, yet the Bonten leader kept insisting that you should stay with them in their headquarters because the city was full of predators who could take advantage of the likes of you.

"You know that you still have time to come with us."

You had denied his offer by active and passive but nothing seemed to make Mikey reason, he didn't want to resort to kidnapping because he had already experienced that look from you once when you found him binging on the cookies you had made for everyone, of course he didn't want to share them, he snuck into your house at night so that they would only be his. Receiving that look of disapproval and disappointment made his heart sink, as if he were a kicked and scolded cat.

They had discovered that threats ─even if they were empty─ were useless against you, you had lived long enough for that kind of thing to affect you and you already had some loved ones waiting in the other world, besides, no matter how sadistic Sanzu was, he flatly refused that none of the other executives could even think of raising their hand to you or thinking of torture to make you bow down to them.

So Kakucho was the one who discovered that the best thing they could do to 'protect' you was blackmail, well, he thought it would work out considering that you didn't deny helping them whenever they came to your house looking for comfort or help, but you weren't an idiot. They were men old enough to take care of themselves, besides being criminals.

“Mikey, really, I don't know why I'm not six meters underground yet, I appreciate that, but I like my ordinary life."

Of course, Kokonoi offered you countless kinds of luxuries to try to take you into a comfortable life with them, which you refused just the same. Mikey got up walking towards the kitchen where you were placing the purchase, an action that was completely interrupted when the man hugged you, letting his face rest against your back.

"It's not fair… why can't you accept it? we just want you to be safe, I- I need you by my side, I want you to pay attention to me!"

And there he is… you didn't know Mikey's personality when he acted like a leader everyone feared, but next to you he was like a spoiled attention-seeking kid who throws a tantrum if he doesn't get what he wants. You turned so that his head rested on your chest, tightening your embrace a little and rubbing his back in circles, you had to push the atrocities these men engaged in very deep, but there was not much you could do about it either, it's not like if you could change their lives of crime, so as in all your life, swallow and follow the course of things, if these guys wanted your attention you were not going to deny it as long as they cut you out of their business and behave moderately around you.

"You don't need me seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day by your side, plus you always invade my apartment when you want."

He didn't respond to your words, he only clung to you more, almost squeezing you to get every last drop of your affection, Mikey knew he couldn't with your will to continue with your daily routine, but if that was going to continue like this the least he could do was spend as much time as possible with you.

Although as much as it bothers him, he is the leader and he has things to attend to, so he lets you have time with the others, much to his displeasure of course, he doesn't like to share very much, but he knows that you will scold him if he doesn't let the others have their time with you. Takeomi was in charge of making a schedule, taking into account your work hours and even leaving you one day off so that you had privacy and peace, although on those days off Rindou or Sanzu would surely escape to see you even though they weren't allowed to.

Kakucho would always accompany you when you had to cook, before you only had to make food for yourself, and now you find eight grown men clamoring for your homemade food, you appreciated the boy's help and he was more than happy to hear your praise about how well he cook, oh boy, Kaku's chest swells with joy every time you taste his food and you smile at him like a proud mother who has taught her son a new recipe that he has mastered perfectly. Although he doesn't show it as openly as the others, he yearns for your hugs in silence.

Kokonoi always accompanied you when shopping, this man will not let you spend a penny of your money while he is there, he makes sure that you don't lack for anything, although he is a bit annoyed that you refuse to buy stupidly expensive clothes, they just want to spoil you for everything you do for them, even if you don't even realize that your simple actions drive them crazy.

Mochi is undoubtedly the one that stalks you the most, he has to make sure that no creep gets too close, if this happens he will be calling Ran to find out information about that person and they will immediately contact Sanzu to eliminate them. After all you only need them and other people are harmful to you, of course they will still let you keep your close friends and family because they make you happy, and they wouldn't do anything wrong with you, unless they do, when someone close to you does something to you that they don't like, they will comfort you after that person died mysteriously or in an 'accident'.

Which happened… it had to happen, it was a friend you made relatively recently, just a few months before Sanzu collapsed at the door of your house that dawning. You felt comfortable with him and you got closer quite quickly, although you usually used to communicate more by messages than face to face, you always made time to go out one day, the Bonten men controlled all the people you interacted with, even if they were a simple supermarket clerk, if their tone were apathetic with you, they wouldn't last much longer in this world.

Just as they knew everyone you talked to, they knew about this man and they didn't like him one bit, they looked up information about him and Rindou found out that he was a filthy gambler who spent a few nights in brothels, had some history of violence and minimal arrests, it was enough. But the worst thing was the way he looked at you, Takeomi described it when he was following you secretly, his eyes looked at you with disgusting love when you only saw him as a good friend, that thing shouldn't even deserve a second of your time. Mikey asked you about him one day ─because he's a 'curious' boy and wanted to know things directly from you─ and they found out that this disgusting guy simply lied to you about his job and hobbies, although you already found out on your own and complained to him, he promised that he was trying to fix and run his life again, you accepted it by deciding to keep the friendship.

And the guy really started to straighten his life out a bit, but still… that look he gave you kept bugging your boys, plus if you got a partner your attention would get harder and harder to get and they weren't passing by. Even though you weren't interested in having a partner, it didn't convince them, that guy was going to make you feel uncomfortable because he planned to declare himself and you didn't feel the same, it was the breaking point and the end for him.

Today was your friend's funeral, not much in the mood to stay there any longer, you gave your condolences to the family and went home with tears running from your eyes, maybe he wasn't the best person but you still considered him a friend. When you got home, what you least expected was to see those eight men waiting impatiently for you, they knew it, they knew that you were a little more vulnerable now and they wanted to take advantage of that.

"Why is everyone here? Something has happened? I'm not going to launder money or hide weapons here if you want any of those favors."

You wiped your tears leaving your jacket on the coat rack, the first to approach you was Mikey, murmuring your name as he dragged you to the sofa.

"We just had a bad feeling, are you okay?"

"Oh…"

They acted worried even though it hurt to see your tears, a little upset because they were tears for that scum, but now they wanted to focus on making you feel better in their arms. Mikey self-proclaimed your lap as his seat, passing his arms around your shoulders, resting his head on your chest to listen to the sound of your heart, the rhythm of your pulsations was too relaxing and addictive for him. Ran and Rin were on either side of you, clinging to your arms, Sanzu and Kokonoi sat on the ground, leaning their foreheads against your knees, hugging your legs while Kakucho stood up comfortingly stroking your head. Mochi and Takeomi looked askance as they all clung to you without giving them space to do so as well.

Takeomi was not one to go against his leader's orders, however, he would take it upon himself to limit Mikey's time with you just by taking up so much of your time.

"Okay guys, I don't feel half of my body."

You asked to be released because you began to stop feeling your arms, which had fallen asleep due to the iron grip of the Haitani, reluctantly everyone released you or gave you your necessary space.

"Are you feeling better?"

Kakucho asked without stopping massaging your scalp, you let out a shaky breath, you had already had your fill of crying all morning and you had barely eaten anything, you nodded closing your eyes, feeling tired from all the emotions released today.

"Yes, thank you very much guys, I love you."

You muttered without taking into account the weight of those words on the criminals, they all froze, planning to crush you in a desperate embrace right then and there if the rumbling of your stomach didn't stop them. Your cheeks began to take on a slight pinkish tint, cause of embarrassment, they were usually the ones who came to you to be fed, their guts rumbling, but not you.

"So I guess we're ordering food?"

Koko already had his phone ready to call the most expensive restaurant in the city, you knew what he was planning to do so you got up and gently took the phone from him, denying it.

"No, I can do something quick."

"Okay, we can do something quick."

You smiled sweetly at Kakucho for offering to help, receiving death glares at his cunning, Mikey immediately jumped up grabbing onto your leg, pouting like a complete child.

"I can help too."

"Mikey… I would like you to help too, but last time you burned my pan."

[mika-thexd]

Do you have any headcanons for First Gen black dragons hanging out when they were younger?

Thanks for asking! And yes! I actually have quite a few!

He's a hopeless romantic. Like 20 confessions rejected? I like to think that he got so desperate for love that he started to go around the campus and declare his love to random beautiful women.

And he probably doesn't attend school a lot unless in rare times, and if he does? His classmates will probably say something like: "wow this is once in a lifetime! Take a picture!" Or something like that

I like to think he actually has abs beneath those loose clothing of his. I mean, he's literally a gang leader don't tell me he doesn't have abs underneath

And his god hideous hairstyle? Yeah he probably thought it was cool and got bullied a lot by it. Till this day he's embarrassed that he used to think that his ugly hairstyle was 'attractive'

He kinda knows how to fight, but he doesn't apply the things he learned (observed from others) to his actual fights so all that learning for nothing ig

And speaking of not knowing how to fight I think it's because panics internally that's why he stumbles a lot when fighting

He has a bellybutton piercing because he was dared by Takeomi that if he gets rejected again he has to pierce his bellybutton. Yeah that's probably why he stopped at the 20th confession

Definitely got tanned because he goes a lot outside a lot because of his gang business and he's trying to regain his whiteness back

Probably had an Emo phase and he definitely got teased by it from his friends

His love language is quality time and acts of service

To be honest I can imagine him getting a tattoo for something stupid, whether it'd be he lost a bet or got dared to

He's definitely a morning person, like I can imagine him getting up at 6 am in the morning and still be positive without coffee (I'm actually so jealous)

He read a lot of self defense books because of all the teasing he got for not knowing how to fight. And he still doesn't know how to fight

His favorite season is definitely summer, like he will argue with you that summer is the best season

Like Miley he has a little teddy bear in his room that he has an unhealthy attachment to and won't wash it unless it's actually so sticky that it envelopes the room whole.

Has dyed his hair with his favorite color before and got scolded by his grandpa because of it

He prefers savoury food than all the other flavours

He definitely learned how to fight because of all the action movies he watches and unlike Shin he ACTUALLY applies it to his fights

As chill as he might seem he's actually deathly scared of snakes and screamed like a girl when he saw a big python chilling in his bed one day

He's deffo a womanizer, he got flocked by tons of women once or twice before at school

That's probably why he doesn't attend school much, along with the fact that he doesn't care that he passes or not

Has a mole somewhere near his ear.

Takes great care of his hair and actually has a hair routine that he can't afford to mess up or else he would beat someone up in the streets

Actually had a bad hair day that traumatized him till this day. Like it was so bad that he cut it up and styled his hair different

Takes probably 1 hour to get ready

Not a morning person and had punched someone because they woke him up, and now whenever they had to wake him up they would play rock papers scissors and whoever loses has to wake him up

Is actually a great listener and would give (brutally honest) advice to people

Has a septum piercing, he had it because he got dared by Takeomi to do it if he lost a fight to him.

Also had a colorful tattoo but it faded out, but he misses his colorful little tattoo

He definitely listens to odetari and Tyler the creator SHOOT ME DOWN IF IM WRONG

This boy probably has multiple CD's of brutal fighting scenes and actually collects them

And he probably smashed a lot of his flip phones while fighting, like there were so many smashed flip phones that they made a bet on how many it smashed flip phones he had and whoever was closest to the truth would get free lunch for a week

Is actually pretty fashionable as a child like the amount of complements he got is immaculate

His love language is quality time

He's a gentle giant, like he might be a tough but to crack but it's actually worth it

He's darker than his friends, he's probably half black though, dyed his hair blond because he thought it was cool

His love language is giving gifts PROVE ME WRONG

He likes bitterness other than the other flavours, probably because he has coffee injected in his veins

Not really a morning person, also not a night owl, he's more like an afternoon person

Autumn is his go to season because of the coolness and the comforting falling of the leaves

He's definitely a planter, he collects different types of plants, herbs, and flowers. Sometimes even rare and tropical plants

He has a fear of heights and will actually swallow a bug then go up 5ft away from the ground

This man is probably like a mom figure among the friend group because of how protective he can be

This man had pulled 6 all nighter but he probably injected an unhealthy amount of coffee that could kill an Elephant

His favorite animal is a cat, and has stopped randomly in the streets to pet one. He almost got in an accident because of that.

He's a writer PROVE ME WRONG like he's got all these words in mind that he cannot express in words so he just writes it in a paper

This man probably got his growth spurt at age 6 years old and stopped at 20 when he was Already standing at 6ft

He learned how to fight because he had this older cousin that knows how to fight well and actually got personal lessons from her

A gentleman at heart

He loves spice, like you can throw 15 peppers in his food and he wouldn't even bat an eye, his spice tolerance is to not be underestimated.

He's got in eating competitions before and won.

He's actually pretty good at singing too. Like he got in a few choirs because of that (he got forced by his mother)

Has shaved his head before because of Takeomi, yes he got dared, and as much as he wanted to refuse he couldn't because he would've got $80 taken away from him

He dyed his hair into a leopard print before and is planning to do it again.

Is a fan of operas and has watched videos of people singing in an opera somewhere in his phone

He's a gold person rather than a silver

he had street smarts

Is the most competitive out of the 3 and started betting competitions because of it (he won)

Spends like hundreds of dollars on gel and takes 30 minutes getting his hair ready

Had started smoking at 14 and actually haven't stopped since, like I'm not surprised his lungs are going to go black from all his smokings

A silver guy rather than a gold

He cannot cook for the life of him, like he's burned water before

Has dyed his hair pink because he lost a bet and needless to say pink is his least favorite color now

He also likes spicy flavours but unlike keizo he doesn't have a crazy spice tolerance and will cry if he eats more than 3 peppers

He also survives on coke and soft drinks and will not live if he doesn't drink atleast 2 bottles of it

He's a night owl and pulled multiple all nighters but also stays awake through the day that it seemed like he has a perfect sleep schedule

Collects pokemon cards as a kid and still has stacks of it hiding somewhere in his room and he will not trade it actually

Is really good at playing cards or any getting games

Sucks ass at chess though like he can't win at chess no matter how hard he tries

His jokes are terrible also, like dad jokes typa terrible

His love language is quality time

He probably has thousands of CD movies that are comedy but really it's just filled with dad jokes and worst of all he laughs at it

Has a tounge piercing that he got at his 15 birthday

Is brutal at truth or dare and has started fights because of it

A/n

Omg I read that wrong and ended up giving you a headcanon of them altogether I hope it's okay for you if not I can rewrite it don't worry! Omg I'm so sorry 😭

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these are all from the past two months, buuut here are some contrapuntal fandom poems i wrote :3

they’re inspired by @two-bees-poetry ’s works! i love doing these so much <3