WRONG NUMBER (II)
Sano Manjiro x Fem OC, Wakasa Imaushi x Fem OC
Yuna wakes up in the world of Tokyo Revengers and ends up becoming a part of the story whether she likes it or not.
features age gaps, aged up characters, angst, bed sharing, canon divergence, isekai, love triangles, memory loss, mild yandere, smut, unhealthy relationships
*meme not mine
*dividers by @ thecutestgrotto
*member of
PAST
Nobody ever expects to wake up to a scream in the middle of the night. Especially not Yuna, after she secretly saved the day. No, the dark impulse wasn't gone, but there was one more person to tether Mikey to sanity. So why is someone crying out in pain in the kitchen?
Not caring about how she looks or the fact that she's barely coherent, Yuna stumbles into the kitchen. For a moment she still thinks she's asleep. Why would Mikey be standing in front of Shinichiro pushing a knife into his stomach? She blinks but still sees Mikey's vacant face looking past Shin's tears to the vegetables spread out on the counter.
"MIKEY!" She wails, piercing the tension and undoubtedly wakes up the other two residents of the house if they weren't already.
Yuna wouldn't call herself brave, but she only hesitates for a couple of seconds before crossing the kitchen to wrap her hands around his wrists. He could kill me right now. I could die. The love she feels for them both throbs within her and pushes down her fear. Yuna holds him from behind, her chest pressing against his stiff back. She gives a light squeeze and he releases the knife. Shin releases a shaky breath, even though the blade is still lodged deep within his abdomen. There's a slight smile of relief on his face, though it's quickly replaced by a grimace.
"What…?"
Mikey sways and leans back into Yuna, who's still clasping his wrists. She murmurs "It’s okay" over and over into his clammy neck.
"No. No!" He's never sounded so young. Mikey begins to sob just like his brother, shaking against her.
"It’s okay, ototo." Shinichiro tries to smile once more. Blood seeps between his teeth. "It was an accident. I'm not mad."
“I– I didn't– I don't know–” He chokes on his words.
“I think Mikey was sleepwalking. Maybe he had a nightmare and was confused.” Shinichiro makes eye contact with Yuna through the tears. She should have known the curse is trying to take its pound of flesh.
A whole year had passed since the time Shin was supposed to die. He should have been safe. Baji and Tora are fine…aren't they? Yuna swallows down her panic. The Sanos need her to keep it together.
Grandpa Sano and Emma both tumble through the doorway, confusion rapidly crumbling under the instinctual panic. The elder of the two runs like she's never witnessed before over to his wounded grandson. Emma stumbles over stating their address into the house phone.
With a nod toward Shin, she takes it upon herself to anchor Mikey to the light. Yuna squeezes his body tight and tilts her head up to kiss the back of his head. It's the same thing she did for her little sister when she had nightmares. Grandpa Sano sinks to his knees, putting pressure on Shin's wound. His wrinkled hands press tight against either side of the knife. The scent of blood and frantic yells shatter her heart. She failed the Sanos, she made things so much worse for them even though she saved Mikey's friends.
“It’s okay Manjiro. You didn't mean to. It's not your fault.” She presses a hand to his sternum. “It’s okay. Breathe with me.”
He doesn't respond, only whispering Shinichiro's name over and over through wet sobs. Nonetheless his body moves with hers and his breathing slows just a tiny bit.
Even once the ambulance comes to take Shinichiro and the police arrive to question Mikey, she makes sure to tether herself to him. Her hand never leaves his own. She barely registers the way the blood makes them slick. Yuna will do the same days later when they see Shin take his final breath, losing the battle with the superbug he catches in the hospital.
PRESENT
Things changed for Yuna in ways she couldn't have accounted for after Shinichiro's death. Prior to this all the Sanos did their best to make her feel like part of the family, but she didn't really expect or need anything beyond patience and a warm bed. Despite her perceived youth, her autonomy was respected. After the loss of Shin they all treated her as though she were both a fundamental member of their household and a ghost who could disappear as abruptly as she had materialized in their lives. If Yuna left without telling anyone where she was going, someone would immediately call to find out where she had gone. It didn't take her long to give in and accept that this was just part of the way they grieved. Her dated cellphone got more use than she ever expected.
The worst offender was Mikey. Yuna nearly suffocated under the weight of his need. When he wasn't sleeping in Shinichiro's old bed, he was spooning her in her own space. For a time she had replaced his ratty old blanket. For the first few months after Shin's passing she awoke to his warmth nearly every night. It made her uncomfortable, to have someone younger than her in her bed. Especially when his body had the typical involuntary reactions she expected of someone his age. But Mikey never complained when she woke him up and told him to leave, and eventually his night time visits slowed from a thunderous river to a small stream.
During the day Yuna is not spared of his imposition either. Even when Mikey isn't present himself, his influence is there. She has experienced a noticeable uptick of the presence of Toman in her life. If there was anyone in her school who had been unaware of her gang affiliation before, there is no separating her reputation from Toman anymore. Those who pass her in the halls keep a wary distance, and despite her good academic standing nobody volunteers to be her partner. It makes it difficult to blend into the background, which she told herself she would do once she accepted that she is now a part of Wakui's story.
The constant company and Mikey's need to monopolize her time was an adjustment, but Yuna grows used to it by the time she approaches the end of high school. The real problem was, and still is, the growing gaps in her mind. She can no longer remember if her forgetfulness started before Shinichiro's passing, but the missing memories have become impossible to ignore in the void his absence created. Pieces of her past flake away like an old coat of paint. More and more details of the life that made who she is slip away.
Yuna knows she has a younger sister, which helped her develop the patience and tolerance she now uses to stay sane while surrounded by rowdy teenage boys. She can't remember what her goals were, only that academia and independence were important to her and she uses that to push through the tedium of repeating high school. The morning she realized she could no longer remember her mother's name she cried until her eyes nearly swelled shut.
The skeleton is there, but things like her first kiss or the bus route she took to get to school have faded away. Perhaps it's just time and distance from who she was, but it feels like her existence in the other world is slowly being erased the longer she's in this one. Yuna wonders if her family mourns her the way she does them, or if her presence there has evaporated entirely. Who is she now that she is forced to live without her own history?
To keep the existential terror of losing herself at bay, Yuna fills her time with enough people and things to make pushing the fear aside easier. She does elaborate beauty routines with Emma, she goes over to Baji's place and forces him to study, she drags Mikey to yoga, and earns herself the reputation of being a public nuisance with her poor attempts at doing graffiti with Mitsuya.
This works well enough most days, though it's not perfect. She finds herself teetering on the edge of burn out from how little space and time she is both given and allows herself to have. However there's one distraction Yuna prefers over all others, one confidant who allows her to truly be herself. He makes her burn and burn until she can almost forget all the forgetting.
&&&
Yuna places her yen on the little tray in exchange for two orders of dango. She's thanks the older woman running the food truck and then goes to find a bench to sit at while she waits. While she knows he usually prefers to hang out at an izakaya and drink his weight in beer, he never fails explore Tokyo with her when Yuna has the urge to wander. Today it's Ueno Park. Last week it was strolling through Shinagawa Aquarium, and the week before it was thrifting in Shimokitazawa. It's always his treat too, but since she arrived first she wanted to get him his favourite.
Yuna never had much of a sweet tooth until she got to know Waka. Wakasa Imaushi, barely a side character in the manga, now with a starring role in her life. Quite possibly the love of her life, not that he's ready to hear it. She's developed a taste for dango in particular because of him. It never tasted so sweet until Wakasa started sharing his with her.
It started out from a place of grief. She went with Mikey to tell the former Black Dragon leaders that Shinichiro was dead. Yuna watched as their faces warp with shock and devastation while Mikey bowed on his knees before them, forehead pressed to the floor and tears mingling with the dust. Benkei began to cry openly while Takeomi swore and stormed off. Wakasa stood frozen in place. That's when Yuna remembered that he was one of the only ones who knew Shin's secret. She didn't have to be completely alone. The moment Benkei kneeled to comfort Mikey she beelined for Wakasa, telling him they needed to talk alone and soon. If Mikey saw them exchanging numbers, she didn't notice.
"Hey kid." He slips into the booth next to her. "What do you need?"
She pushes a menu toward him while chewing on a straw. Despite Wakasa hanging out around S.S. Motors and the Sano household, she never really gave him a lot of thought. Sure, it's impossible not to notice his uniquely handsome combination of feminine and masculine features. But he was neither kind like Benkei or conversational like Takeomi. So they passed one another with not much more interaction than casual nods. Two ships in the night with little in common. Wakasa uses one finger to push the menu back to her.
"Anything you all need. If I can give it, I will. I owe it to Shin. But I'm not feeling especially chatty right now." He glances out the window.
"You knew Shin's secret. He told you, right?" Her voice dwindles to a whisper. "About the timelines?"
For a moment there's no reaction. The same bored look as always colours his features. But then his eyes widen.
"He told you about that?"
"He didn't need to. I have… I've got a secret of my own. Shin was the only person I've ever told." Her lower lip begins to tremble, her hands shake. "I can't bear the weight of it all alone. Please, I just want someone to talk to. Even if it's only this once."
Wakasa reaches his hand across the table, stabilizing her own. There are faded scars scattered like constellations across it.
"Shin always had a soft spot for you. He said you saved his life, though he'd never tell me how. So if you gave him a little more time, giving you some is the least I can do."
His easy acceptance was more than she allowed herself to hope for. Yuna smiles at him in relief, despite the way some of her tears trailed down over her lips.
"I've got you."
There's a slight pang in her chest, unlike anything she's ever experienced before. Wakasa finally grabs the menu and lets her know he'll be covering the bill.
Even if he only started hanging out with her one on one because he felt bad for her, they continue seeing one another every week. By now she knows he enjoys her company, even if Waka doesn't so obviously crave her time the way she does his. Though sometimes she thinks he might, like when he holds her hand when they're in crowded places or how he tells her she looks pretty while sharing his dango. Soon enough she'll be finishing high school, reaching adulthood once more, and maybe then he’ll do more than smirk and stroke her cheek when she confronts him about it once again.
"Hey pretty girl. Been waiting long?" His voice is always honey to her ears. Syrupy, sticking to her. Wakasa quirks a brow. "Got something for me?"
Yuna beams as she hands him one of the two sticks. "Can't I do something nice for my man?"
Maybe it's a little pushy, the way she teases him. But he always indulges her and gives it right back. It keeps her hopes up higher than the clouds.
"Hmm. I should be the one feeding you. What kind of man would I be if I didn't take care of my girl?"
He smiles and pulls her close, his free hand on her hip. Whenever they stand so close like this it feels like they're dating, not just affectionate friends. Even Senju thinks they're dating, which to Yuna’s immense displeasure he never fails to deny.
"Tell me about your day." He releases her and meanders off in no particular direction.
"You first. I want to hear if that asshole came back to your gym." Yuna really does want to hear anything and everything he could have to say.
They snack and wander through the park for an hour. It's not a lot of time, but it's all they could manage this week with the difference in their schedules. She's just happy to catch up and be close enough to feel the heat of his body next to hers, making their bond real to her once more. Semi-regular texts are nowhere near enough to feed her gluttonous appetite for him. Far too soon, the sun is sinking lower in the sky and Yuna knows she has to let him go once more. Waka chuckles at her transparent sigh.
"Weight of the world on you, huh?" Wakasa says. Yuna earns a full laugh out of him when she shoves him.
“I gotta go. I told Mikey I’d go to the Toman meeting.” She shrugs. Mikey asks her to come to most meetings, and she doesn't mind obliging for the most part.
“Hm.” He nods.
“What?” Yuna narrows her eyes, trying to pick apart what that little 'hm' meant.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t ‘hm’ me, Waka-Waka. Say what you really mean.”
“Okay. Benkei and Takeomi give me a lot of shit for spending so much time with you because you look so young. They don't know who you really are.”
This isn't a new revelation. “Yeah, but we know. That's what matters, right?”
“I don't think they're the only ones confused.”
It's not exactly a secret that they hang out, but they don't advertise it either. The few times they've run into someone either of them know, Yuna is honest in saying they bonded over their grief. If she happens to imply that they should keep this to themselves, well Yuna should be able to keep some aspects of her life private.
“What are you saying?”
“I'm saying you should think about telling Mikey before things get more complicated.”
“I've already told you. I don’t know what the repercussions would be if I told him. If I leave things as they are, I know they will eventually turn out okay.”
"I don't mean the time travel." It’s Wakasa's turn to sigh. He stops walking. "I know you know what I mean."
"Just because he's deemed himself my own personal guardian doesn't mean I have to tell him everything."
"He's going to find out, sooner rather than later." Wakasa tilts her chin upward with his thumb and forefinger. He leans his own face down toward her, soft lips almost brushing her own as he speaks. "Wouldn't you rather be the one to tell him?"
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. Her eyes flutter shut. They've never been so close. "Waka…"
"You're graduating soon. Things are gonna change. You should tell him."
"Waka. I can’t, not yet. He's struggling. I don’t want him to think I'm abandoning him." It would be so easy to say 'fuck it' and push herself into him. "He's on the precipice of…"
"Hm." He angles his lips to press against her forehead before stepping back.
As is his norm, Wakasa lets her leave it at that without pressing for more detail. The secrets that are Mikey's dark impulse and Takemichi’s time travel remain close to Yuna’s chest. She hasn't even told Takemichi that she knows yet. The potential risks that come with revealing herself and sharing her knowledge aren't worth the revelation unless she's sure she can save someone. Who knows what kind of damage she could cause?
“Mikey thinks you're a kid like him. He thinks you're fair game.”
“Bleh.” Yuna shakes her head, sticking out her tongue. “I know Baji had a crush on me for a while, but Mikey has never been anything more than a friend. He'd probably laugh if you said that to him.”
Instead it's Wakasa who chuckles. “You're underestimating the amount of influence you have over the Toman boys. Rowdy kids like them love a woman who doesn't take their shit, someone who can give it right back.”
“You would know?”
Waka smirks and caresses her cheek with his thumb. Then he reaches down to grab her hand and tugs her in the direction of the train station. Their hands stay connected, fingers interlocking. Just like the rest of him, his hands are slender but strong. Yuna thinks she'll never get over the warm, melty way she feels whenever they touch.
“Yeah. I would know.”
&&&
Yuna and her mother are laughing at some dumb joke her sister told. She just said it, yet Yuna can't recall the sound of her voice or what she even said. They're sitting around their round oak kitchen table eating ice cream for dinner to celebrate her acceptance into university. The ice cream flickers in the bowl like tv static. In her hand the spoon feels warm and soft. She can't stand how strange it is any longer so she lets fall onto the table. The clank of the spoon in the bowl pierces the muted mumbling around her. The woman and the teenage girl turn to look at her with blank eyes, drain of colour and without pupils. They both open their mouths to speak as one, but only the sounds of murky water splash out. Yuna pushes away from the table, screaming any distinguishing features melt off of her family into bloody puddles on the floor.
Yuna bolts upright out of her sweat-soaked slumber. Emma's sitting on the edge of the bed, fidgeting with the blanket.
"Oh my- Emma?"
She nods, looking tired but relieved. "You were tossing and turning for a while. Yelling too. I didn’t know whether to wake you up or get Mikey."
"…get Mikey?" Yuna hasn't quite gotten a grip on consciousness yet. Why would she get Mikey?
Emma nods and leaves the room. Yuna whisper-yells for her to wait, but Emma's already gone. Deciding she doesn't want to sit around in her sweat-drenched clothes, Yuna grabs clean pajamas and heads for the bathroom. As an afterthought, she kicks the blanket off her bed to dry out.
A quick shower and 15 minutes later she's in her room once more. Her bedding is still rumpled on the floor, but her pillows are gone. Yuna doesn't need to be fully awake to know who the culprit is. She changes the sheets and grabs a new blanket before going to track her pillows down.
"Sano Manjiro. Why do you have my pillows?" They weren't just any pillows. The flat pillows all over the house gave her a headache, so she specifically bought these for herself. Plump ones from Muji, her first purchase in her new life.
"Emma said you needed me. Your bed's too sweaty to sleep in." Mikey mumbles from under his bed head and heap of blankets.
"Emma misunderstood me."
Yuna sighed. She's such a sweet girl, but she is very insistent on pushing her and Mikey together. Yuna has a sneaking suspicion she wants to keep Mikey distracted so she can get more time with Draken, but Yuna is not the person for the job. But Takemichi isn't single and Mikey hasn't ever shown interest in anyone else.
"Whatever. Come to bed." He yawns.
"I changed my bedding. I just need my pillows and then I'm going back to sleep."
She can see that Mikey is hugging one to his body, while the other is under his head. His own pillows have been tossed without care to the ground.
"No." He opens his eyes. Even in the dark of his room, with only the slightest illumination from the rock salt lamp she bought him in the corner, Yuna feels a little bit like she's staring into a void. "Emma said you were freaking out. Having a nightmare. Just stay here and let me take care of you."
He's not the one she wants to hold her, but Yuna doesn't want to call Waka and bother him in the middle of the night. Is it so bad to accept a little bit of comfort from a friend?
"Okay. But you keep your hands to yourself."
"Mmm." He's barely awake now. His long dark lashes cast the faintest shadows on his face.
Yuna crawls into bed next to him. When he pulls her body into his own, spooning her with a hand lightly caressing her stomach under her shirt, she grumbles at him about poor boundaries. But she's starved for the affection she no longer gets from her mother and sister, so for tonight she lets him. It only takes a few moments for her to slip into sleep once again. If she has any dreams, they retreat from her memory by the time she wakes up.
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