#tkrv headcanons

[windywriter]

I wonder if Kakucho ever like told anyone where he got his scar. I mean, considering how he abandoned his birth date and family name I highly doubt he'd be willing to say where/why he got his scar.

I imagine there are probably a lot of rumors/stories about where he got it. Some saying he got the scar in a fight, while others say he must have gotten it from protecting Izana.

I think Izana is probably the only one who knows the truth. Maybe Ran might have been able to deduce something approaching the truth but I doubt he would draw any conclusions. Partially out of respect for Kakucho.

I wonder if the scar reminds him of his weakness.

[messofhell]

BORROWING THEIR CLOTHES

note: alright, here's the first thing i'll post here. not really proud of it but, meh, could be worse. btw, it was supposed to be more than one chara, but somehow, i ended up writing only for mikey😅 i'll post another one with the others later, maybe😓

wn: none, just fluff?

SANO MANJIRŌ - MIKEY

... he wouldn't really mind. He'd lend you one of the hoodies in his closet with no real complaints. Beware though, if you pay too much attention to his clothes instead of him, he might get pouty and change his mind.

The both of you were laying on the couch of his place watching whatever was up on TV, or at least you were since Mikey was lolling his head in and out of sleep while you ran your fingers through his hair, petting his head softly. Not only had whatever was on air already started to bore him but your touch just kept pushing him further into a relaxed state of slumber. If it weren't for the light tap you gave to his head with your index finger he probably would have missed you calling out his name, but thankfully he wasn't that far gone yet so he hummed to confirm he was listening.

"I was wondering..." you started hesitantly and, though his eyes were shut, he could easily imagine you chewing on your lower lip sheepishly. "... can I borrow one of your hoodies?"

At first, he furrowed his brows, wondering why you would want one of his hoodies. If you were cold, you could just snuggle up to him? But, after pondering some more and not reaching a conclusion, he ended up shrugging the thought away and sat up with a yawn. No answers meant not worth hurting his brain over it, besides, he didn't see any real reason to refuse either.

"Sure... wait here."

Before fully getting away from the couch, he pecked your lips then disappeared up the stairs leading to his room. When he opened his closet many hoodies of various sizes greeted him and he grabbed the first one he got his hand on, not bothering to see if it'd fit or not, and went back to you. The one he had picked was greyish and one of the bigger ones he owned. He thought you'd fuss about the colour and / or size, but instead, your eyes shone at the sight of his clothes and you didn't waste any time wrapping your arms around it when he handed it to you, pulling it up to your nose to give it a small whiff.

"Thank you!!" you giggled happily, the face you made being the exact same he has when he gets his flag on his child's meal. "I was feeling really lonely the other day so I thought I'd try getting something that smells like you..." you then look away and laugh awkwardly. "sorry, it's kinda weird, huh..?"

"Ehh... no, I get it."

He understood what you meant right away, after all, he felt the exact same at times. One too many nights had kept him awake for this exact reason. He wondered if getting a piece of clothing from you would help him as well as he watched you put the hoodie on with a small smile and grinned when you went to hug him, another 'thanks!' leaving your lips.

- extra -

A few days ago, you had given him the key to your house just in case he'd want to come by and you couldn't answer. And, today, he felt like seeing you so he allowed himself in your place, calling your name to see if you were home, but no answer. He checked the shoes that were by the door and noticed yours were still there so you weren't out right now.

"... are they sleeping?"

He went up the stairs, careful not to make too much noise and opened the door to your room and what he saw made him feel conflicting feelings. There you were, holding the hoodie he lent you a while ago in your arms, your lips curved into a smile as you snuggled into it. One part of him thought 'they're cute' while the other was kind of frustrated. He knew perfectly how it felt to crave your presence by his side, however, now that he saw you, now that he was here, he also knew that instead of his hoodie, the real thing was way better. One problem though.

"... ngh, (F/n)-chin... let go..!"

You were just as clingy as he was when you slept, meaning that you had a tight grip over the piece of clothing that kept him from being held in your loving arms. Even his strength couldn't match the hold you had on it and he whined.

"Cmoon, let go... hold me instead!"

Finally, not only did you not wake up, but you never let go and he had to settle with laying behind you and wrapping his arm around your waist, pouting.

"Fine... you win, but I'm getting you back later hoodie... no one steals (F/n)-chin from me..."

The next morning when you wake up, a pouty Mikey would take the hoodie from you and throw it in one side of the room, immediately taking its place and resting his head on your chest whilst whining a small 'mine' before falling back asleep.

[messofhell]

BORROWING THEIR CLOTHES - HAITANI RINDŌ

note: now this was supposed to be the third and last part of tkrv charas for borrowing their clothes, but because i can't seem to be satisfied with what i wrote, i'll post the one that's not the worst, that doesn't mean it's good tho, it's just not as bad as the others (might be edited, might not, 'cuz my english in there makes me cringe)

chara(s): rindō

wn: uh, it's not nsfw, but it's slightly implied towards the end i guess?

HAITANI RINDŌ

Rindō concluded that was the end of your conversation, he said no, and he wasn’t about to change his mind, no matter how much you pestered him about it. Yet, he underestimated your will to have the last word in. Before he could wrap an arm around your waist to drag you on his laps so the both of you could chill on the couch, you dodged him and, sticking your tongue out at him, flipped him off with a middle finger and ran towards his room to lock yourself in and, by extension, locking him out.

“Damn it, (F/n)!” he scowled, eyes seeing red as you did whatever you wanted again.

It was always the same with you, one little opening and it was all you needed to get on his nerves. Even though he should be used to it by now, he knew it would never stop to piss him off whenever you acted up. With long strides, knuckles clenched, he walked up to his door and slammed his fist on it several times, fuming.

“Open the fucking door! If you touch my things, I’m killing you!!”

Of course… they were empty threats, though he really had a mind to kill you at times, no matter how infuriating you were, he always let you go easy. Not without giving you the cold shoulder for days though. And you knew that. Which was why, willing to pay that price, you ignored his show of anger and approached his closet, not wasting a second in opening it and checking its contents. The first thing you saw was his gang outfit. It was really tempting, you’d always thought he looked extra cool in it and wondered if you’d look just as cool if you put it on, however… as you contemplated the idea, rummaging for another piece of clothing that you could possibly wear, one caught your eye and you grinned. His black turtleneck sweater.

“Now that looks really comfy…” peeking at the door real quick, making sure he hadn’t found a way to get in yet, you pulled your top off and threw it somewhere on the ground. “Alright, let’s try this on…”

But just as you were about to slip the sweater on, instead of a kicked down door like you expected, it opened normally, and you widened your eyes in surprise.

“What the- H-how did you-“

Rindō smiled ominously when he saw what you had in your hands, meanwhile, Ran walked past him with the keys twirling around his finger and waved at you smirking while a “have fun~” came out of him as he went into his own room. Your one and only ally gone and not coming back since he seemed to have picked his brother’s side this time. Taking advantage of you freezing, your boyfriend slammed the door shut behind him, cutting any possible escape route.

“Now then, how about you put that down and we have a nice little chat, (F/n).”

His eyes darkened and, for a second, you almost thought you saw his glasses glint as he slowly made his way towards you, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you down on the bed. You tried to get up, but he was fast and while one hand pulled your wrists above your head, the other slipped down your belly, sending shivers down your spine as your cheeks flushed, your eyes anywhere but on him since this was not what you expected to go through for pissing him off.

“Hey, pay attention.” His voice drew your gaze back to him, he was sneering down at you, amused by the expression on your face and brought his close to yours, nibbling on your lower lip. “You know what’s gonna happen now, don’t you?” he brought his lips close to your ear, scoffing. “It’s time to punish you. Let’s see if you can keep that bratty attitude of yours after I’m done.”

[messofhell]

BORROWING THEIR CLOTHES - DRAKEN

note: here's draken's part like i said. not too satisfied with it, but don't really hate it either so i'm posting it. also, like i said in my other post, i'm writing mitsuya's right now and i have a few other charas in mind too and THIS TIME, i'm definitely not messing up (hopefully) i might post it later today or tomorrow if i don't fall asleep in between and i know this note is long as hell, but since love triangles make me nervous, emma does not have romantic feelings for draken in here

chara(s): draken

wn: none, fluff again

RYŪGUJI KEN - DRAKEN

... he doesn't get it at all. Why would you want his damn clothes? They're way bigger than you and you'd just float in them. He'd only say 'yes' after a looooot of nagging on your part. He'd probably not see the point even after you put them on, but seeing you so happy made it kind of worth it.

How many times has it been now? Honestly, he lost count pretty early, around the fourth time. But, who could blame him? You were being a child again. When you said you were coming to hang out he thought the two of you would go around town, get some food, etc... typical date, right? But oh, how wrong he was.

"Please, just today! I've always wanted to try your clothes on! They look so comfy!"

His clothes, that's what this all was about. All this nagging, whining and ultimately, begging, was all to get some of his clothes to wear. He tried to picture you in his head with them the first time you asked. He could clearly imagine how his jacket would probably reach the ground and trail behind you. Was that what you wanted? Mess his clothes up? As if he didn't do it enough on his own whenever he fought. Even if that wasn't the reason, since he didn't see a point in what you asked, he refused.

"No. Just get over it already." he waved his hand dismissively, hoping this time you would give up, but...

"......."

While he had hoped for you to pipe down your nagging, he was reminded of his friend and commander Mikey when you jutted your chin up and looked away, avoiding his gaze.

"... (F/n). You're not seriously doing this right now?"

He knew he had let you hang out with the head of Toman too much just by seeing the way you dodged his attempts at placing his hands on your shoulders while pointedly avoiding his eyes. The frustration was obvious on his face since he knew perfectly you could keep this up for days if you really wanted to. So, with a long sigh and a hand covering his face as he rolled his eyes, he finally gave in. The sooner he gave you what you wanted, the better for his incoming headache that drew ever so nearer.

"Fine, whatever, here just take it already."

He shrugged off his jacket and, while he was tempted to just throw it at you, he handed it to you normally. There, cue to a full 180 from you as your face turned from a pout to a bright smile as you twirled around in victory whilst holding the cloth you'd been craving for the past 30 minutes. In no time at all, you wrapped the jacket around your shoulders and slid your arms through the sleeves, a familiar cocky grin popping up on your face.

"Alright, pile up face down on the ground!" you exclaimed as you pointed at the thugs that had been laying there all this time, too fearful of moving an inch in case Draken would kick their asses again.

Of course that was your end goal. He should have known. Ever since he told you about that one time he made a carpet out of some guys, you'd mentioned many times how you wanted to do it too. Was that the reason you picked this specific street when he asked where you wanted to go? Was that why you didn't look that pissed when those low-lifes picked up a fight with him? However, even with the jacket, it seemed you weren't fearsome enough because the thugs were about to tell you off. That is, until one glare from your boyfriend shut them up and they did as you asked. Your smile widened further as you laughed happily, taking your first step on one of the guys on the ground.

"Niiiiice! This jacket grants me power, you shall bow to me!"

And, not unlike what he had pictured in his head, his jacket trailed behind you. Yet, instead of trailing on the ground, it trailed on the bloody mess he made out of those thugs, which he was definitely having you clean once the two of you got back. Still, as he watched you happily stomp on those losers backs, he couldn't help the small smile that made its way on his lips. As annoying as you were at times, he had to admit you were being extra cute right now by trying to copy him in your own way. He followed right behind you and once you both reached the end of the carpet, you turned to face him and grinned. You carefully got on your tip-toes and pecked the side of his chin playfully.

"Thanks, you're the best Ken-chan!"

Annnd, he took it all back. He narrowed his eyes at you as he frowned and sighed. He'd definitely have to do something about the way you addressed him whenever you were in public. This -chan had to go. For good.

- extra -

Somewhere else in town, Mikey was enjoying a parfait with Emma, staring boredly out the window as he enjoyed the sweet taste of the cream. The blonde girl, who had been eating as well, paused momentarily to look at her brother curiously.

"Say, what did (F/n)-kun / chan want the other day?"

Her brother hummed in thought, thinking back to why you came to him just yesterday and shrugged.

"Advice to deal with Ken-chin." he popped the berry that was left in his mouth and munched on it slowly. "So I just told them to think back on moments he caved in..."

Emma giggled at his answer, her own thoughts drawing her to the same conclusion you must have come to. Her eyes found their way on her brother as he eyed her own berry blankly and she laughed, handing it to him.

Act like Mikey and you shall get what you want. After all, there was no one as persistent as him when he wanted something.

Though, she assumed that the soft spot Draken had on you was another factor that would have him agree to whatever you said. Even if he was a little stubborn about it at first.