loser!shinichiro who trips over his own feet the first time he lays eyes on you.
man straight up collided with a lamp post, rubbernecking to stare at you.
he broke his nose.
lied.
claimed it happened in a fight.
loser!shinichiro asks everyone for advice on how to 'woo' a woman, even stooping as low to ask mikey n his buddies.
(they're just as clueless)
loser!shinichiro fumbles hard when you enter his bike shop, almost swallowing his tongue.
you giggle, eyes crinkling at the corners. his knees buckle.
loser!shinichiro bravely musters the courage to ask for your number.
you give him a fucking riddle instead.
a game of hangman—cruel and unusual punishment—challenging him to unscramble the ten digit number to contact you.
shin gives himself a tiny bald spot from pulling his hair out.
loser!shinichiro who nearly gives up entirely, losing count of the attempts he's made. thousands of texts, calls, no results to show for it.
snagged an old lady—unwillingly.
but not you.
loser!shinichiro who gets ripped on endlessly by wakasa and benkei about how god awful he is with women.
betting that you gave him a string of random numbers.
wakasa later lost 7,390 yen to benkei.
loser!shinichiro whose heart stops when he hears your voice, airy and haunting. spinning in circles to locate the source.
there across the street at a bakery, dress billowing in the breeze—in all your ethereal beauty, drawing him in like a magnet.
your eyes lock.
his feet carry him to your side, you crack a smile. soft. genuine. liked you'd been waiting for him.
"took you long enough."
"mock me later."
(you do. it's the opening line of your vows at your wedding.)
loser!shinichiro shuts you up with a kiss. hard and demanding. sweeping you off your feet.
and not a soul believes him when he says he finally got a girlfriend.
until you walk in; make a beeline to shin, grab his collar to kiss the daylights out of him. everyone's eyes bug out like they just witnessed a meteor strike the earth.
(he's still saved in your phone as 'that one weirdo')
synopsis: in which they discover you had their child and kept it from them all these years later.
pairing: bonten x fem!reader [ mikey, ran, sanzu ]
warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. mature language, crude humor, angst (if you squint really hard), deadbeat!bonten (unintentionally), not proof-read so there may be errors lol and i think that’s it :))
notes: i just want the drama >:) may make more parts, and even extend said headcannons into longer fics in the future, but wanted to post something quick for mother’s day. hope you enjoy!
When you disappeared off the face of the earth, MIKEY had never been the same. One fight. One argument that spiraled out of control, and you were just gone...
He had people looking for you for about a couple years, the trail ran cold after a while and he had half a mind to think you were dead. Up until he got intel of your whereabouts one morning during a meeting.
That man got up and left immediately.
He wasn’t accompanied with any of his men, only because he didn’t want to draw any unwanted attention in the broad daylight. Sure, him wearing a black hood, ball cap, and mask in a park didn’t really help him look inconspicuous but it at least concealed his identity enough for him to blend in. Mikey sat on a bench for a good forty minutes, anxious, making anyone who passed him shiver from his intense aura alone; even birds walked around him. After almost an hour of waiting, he began to feel frustrated. Perhaps, the intel was false. Just as he went to stand, already conjuring up ways to have Sanzu execute the idiot who wasted his time, he heard it.
Your voice. Seizing him, like a siren’s call.
His eyes were alert, darting around until they landed on your figure, spotlighted by the sun, like an angel descending from the heavens. You looked good, healthy. That was good. An array of emotions fought for their turn in Mikey’s heart—Relief, distress, anger, nostalgia. He couldn’t just pick one, especially when it came to you. As he watched from his spot, doing his best to not seem suspicious, he clocked the people you were approaching with excitement, your peppy stride as you waved at, what he presumed, to be mother and daughter.
However, his entire world turned upside down when the little girl extended out her arms towards you, and said “Mama!”
“Hello, my darling.~” You cooed, taking her into your awaiting arms from the woman, embracing the toddler tightly. “Mama missed you so much.”
“Missed you, mama!” was the child’s reply, followed by her giggles.
A bucket of cold water would’ve been better than this. Watching you converse with who he now assumes to be the babysitter, Mikey felt faint. Vision blurring, head pounding, heart clenching. You…you…no. There’s no way. You wouldn’t have moved on…you couldn’t have, not like this, not from him. You loved him, didn’t you? You still love him, didn’t you?
How could you…how could you?
Before he knew it, he started to follow you around. From the park, to the store, all the way back to your apartment. He already phoned some of the executives to start working in on the babysitter, and anyone else in your new found circle for information. He wanted answers. He needed them.
By the time you began fixing dinner, with your daughter laid down for a nap, you receive a knock at your door. Who could that be at this hour?
RAN was chilling outside the rendezvous spot for something the boss and a few other execs were participating in, having a smoke, minding his business, up until he sees a little girl with pigtails wearing a school uniform approaching, standing before him and just…staring. She barely came up to his thighs, could've been no older than seven. She was practically staring into his soul with bright lavender eyes that scarily reminded him of Rin’s when he was that age.
He stared back, head tilted as he blew out the smoke from the corner of his mouth. The hell was a kid doing on this side of town?
Then, after an uncomfortable staring contest, the little girl points at his cigarette. “My ma says those things are bad for you.”
Ran raised a brow, “Does she now?”
“Mmhm! She says it makes people unhappy.”
He offered a thoughtful nod, an amused grin spreading across his face. “Mm. Do I look unhappy?”
The girl looked at Ran for a minute, eyes squinted. Eventually, she shook her head. “No. But, ma also says people who are always unhappy get better at hiding it.”
Ran’s grin faltered. Her unwavering stare started to unnerve him, especially after hearing such a heavy statement come from such a small package.
After a brief moment of silence, he chuckled softly, taking one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it away. He exhaled. “Smart woman.”
The little girl beamed, “Mmhm! My ma knows a lot of stuff.”
“Tsk. But not ‘Stranger Danger’, apparently.”
She tilted her head, curious. “Huh?”
“You shouldn’t be wandering around by yourself, let alone approaching someone you don’t know. ‘s not safe. Especially for nosy little girls who stick their noses in other people’s business. Your ma never taught you that?”
The little girl rolled her eyes, hands on her hips. “Duh. Of course she did. Everyone knows that rule,” she exasperated. Ran snorted, but yielded when she squinted at him, pointing as she sassed. “And I do so know you, so you’re not a stranger.”
This time, Ran couldn’t help the incredulous laugh. “Oh, you know me, huh? That’s not good. ‘m supposed to keep a low profile. Say, you ain’t a cop are you?” He teased, earning another eye roll.
“No. Too small to be a cop, dummy.”
“Oh, pardon me, I didn’t notice. Where do you know me from, then?”
The little girl pointed over to the building..where the executives were having their meeting. She beamed, “Ma’s works in there. On important people days she can’t get me from school, so she tells me to come straight here, and to not talk to the purple man that stands near the building. She says you’re mean.”
Ran smirked, then gave a half-hearted shrug.
“She also says you’re my pa. But, I never believed her. You’re too old.”
Ran’s smirk dropped.
Whether more from the first comment or the last, you decide. But, one thing was for certain: he needed another cigarette.
SANZU cackled watching some guy struggle to round up a couple of rowdy twins at the convenience store. One was knocking shit off the shelves while the other ran circles around the guy. It was what he needed for his bitch of a hangover, a good laugh to distract from the ache in his skull.
However, he wasn’t laughing for long when you came around the corner of the isle, holding a few items with a smile on your face that soon faded once you saw the scene unfolding before you; the pinkette thought he was still tripping balls. Blinking a few times to allow any after effects of the drugs to clear up, when you didn’t disappear he used his long legs to swiftly yeet behind one of the shelves, peering around it like some paranoid stalker. The last time you had spoken, you had threatened to castrate him with your teeth if you ever saw him again.
And he’d be damned if he tried your bluff.
He watched in awe as you straightened those twins up quick. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought they were trained to obey you, and only you. Any other authority be damned. While the guy was putting all the stuff back on the shelves, sweaty and out of breath, you gently reprimanded them for causing trouble. You still made that cute pouty face you always did whenever you were mad at him…
“What did we talk about earlier? Hm? Mr. Satoru was very kind to help mama today, you know. You two promised me you’d be on your best behavior for him.”
Sanzu gagged. This was the rebound you let nut in you? This huffy moron who can’t handle a couple of ankle biters, this was your king? He had half a mind to just gut the guy to put him out of his misery from that pathetic display from earlier, alone. He couldn’t imagine how difficult it must be back home. He remembers when he was that age—Rowdy, reckless, the Antichrist. Adorable, but deadly. God bless that poor bastard’s soul.
Wait…Mister? Not…dad?
The first twin whined, stomping their feet. “He’s too boringggg!”
Come to think of it…if Sanzu squinted…the longer he looked at the little family…he swore the more he saw the resemblance of himself in the tiny gremlins. From the hair, to the eyes, all the way down to the mannerisms…Hang on. When had been the last time you two fucked? Three…no, was it four years ago?
The second twin huffed, pointing at the man. “Yeah! And he’s jus’ being nice so that he can sleep in your bed, mama!”
You flushed, nervously chuckling as you looked around to make sure no one heard. Sanzu ducked behind a bag of chips, now nothing but eyes peeking through the gaps of food on the shelf.
So…that loser’s not the father? Then…could that mean..?
“He’s mama’s boyfriend, remember? He’s allowed to do that. And he’ll be around for a while, so I want you two to be nice, okay?”
“…okay, mama.” They grumbled.
Sanzu almost popped a blood vessel, fist clenched around a bag of Lays and nearly busting it. He chuckled darkly, “Oh. We’ll see about that.”
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A/N: These guys will always have a special place in my anime and manga loving brain.
GRINDING - Mikey, Chifuyu, Kisaki
Be it your thigh, your ass, right up against your pussy he's moving against you in a frenzy. If you aren't already grinding against him too then he will encourage it by moving your hips, whispering against your ear as he makes his way down your neck. Wet kisses and his quick tongue making you shake and making your breath stutter. His moans would be a bit more loud if he wasn't busy leaving marks across your neck, and he can't let you hold that over him once you leave.
MAKING OUT - Mitsuya, Baji
Would be cursing everyone out for not giving him a key to the supply closet if he wasn't too busy kissing you and taking out his frustration that way. You were supposed to hold onto the key but you left it on the outside of the lock, so now he wants to kill time until someone finds the two of you. Should be at least half an hour. Half an hour to kiss you breathless, to silence every sound that comes out of your pretty mouth, and if you're good perhaps he might kiss you in other places too.
FINGERING - Draken, Rindo
At first he was only teasing you by saying he would fuck you even if there isn't much space for the two of you to move. However when you dared him to do it he wasn't about to back down, he would meet you head on, or rather fingers deep in your pussy. Draws slow, deliberate circles around your clit, occasionally increasing the pressure and making his fingers move in and out faster and easier. Grins at you as you try to hold down your moans, but he thinks you should be louder.
COMING IN PANTS - Takemichi, Kokonoi
Even if he could fuck you he knows it would make a huge mess when he came so he doesn't take his cock out of his pants. Instead he would rather ruin his own pants and then change them later, it doesn't really matter how it happens. He would appreciate anything you do to make that happen, if you touch him over his pants, kiss his cock over his pants, rub against him. When the two of you walk out he has to cover up, blushing when other people point out the stain on the front of his pants.
Dating them includes... with Mikey, Mitsuya and Chifuyu pls 💙
Tokyo Revengers ~Dating them includes...~
Manga/anime: Tokyo Revengers
Warnings: nothing
Dating Sano Manjiro includes countless nights riding on his motorcycle with no specific destination and him accelerating just to feel you tighten your grip on his waist, him stealing food off your plate but giving you the last dorayaki if he sees you're hungry, getting used to him switching personalities from a five-year-old child when he's with you to a fearsome leader, sudden, tight hugs where he doesn't let go for hours, him making you wear his Toman jacket to show everyone you're his girlfriend
Dating Mitsuya Takashi includes him giving you clothes he's sewn specifically for you, him looking after you with subtle gestures, like mending the tiny holes that appear in your clothes or carefully fastening your helmet before a ride on his motorcycle, him being the perfect family man, cooking together and eating with his sisters, him making you the envy of every girl because he's simply the perfect boyfriend
Dating Matsuno Chifuyu includes reading manga together, with him getting embarrassed at every romantic scene because he imagines you two as the main characters, him being incredibly cautious while driving when you ride the motorcycle together, eating canned food out of the same bowl, with him giving you the bigger portion containing the ingredients you like most, cuddling with Peke J purring between you, him letting you tend to his wounds while he vents about all his problems with the gang
I think Shinichiro would truly cherish and love his girlfriend. At first, he could hardly believe that he hadn’t been rejected, and he might even have doubted your intentions a little ,who knows, maybe you were just pulling some kind of prank on him.
Shin is a very understanding and gentle partner who would never even think about hurting you.
Most likely, at the beginning his attachment style would be anxious, but later, after you had been in the relationship for a while and learned to fully trust each other, he would be able to work through that anxiety
+ a small mini-headcanon: little Mikey once asked you if you would marry him when Shinichiro becomes a “creaky old man.”
Wakasa Imaushi
He’s a rather unusual character for me, so analyzing him is quite difficult. I think Wakasa would take a fairly passive position in a relationship because, thanks to his self-control and composure, he simply wouldn’t see the point in conflicts based on jealousy. After all, Wakasa chose to tie his life to yours largely because he fully trusts you and he would expect the same from you. Your distrust would hurt him. As for everyday arguments, he sees even less point in them. Why hold grudges against someone you love when you can just talk things through and solve the problem right away?
It’s quite possible that sometimes you might feel like your boyfriend doesn’t care about you, but that wouldn’t be true at all. For example, imagine this situation: you’re telling Wakasa about your day, but noticing the bored look on his face, you stop mid-sentence, thinking your stories don’t interest him. Then suddenly he looks back at you and asks why you stopped talking.
Nahoya Kawata
I’d assume that Nahoya’s behavior in a relationship would be somewhat similar to Baji’s, so you’d definitely get flowers picked from the neighbor’s flowerbed and protection from anyone who tried to offend you. But there would still be some differences between them.
Nahoya would be quite jealous. No matter how much he loved you, that’s probably a trait he wouldn’t really be able to overcome over time.
Sometimes, without meaning to, Nahoya might cross the line with his jokes and end up hurting your feelings. But I can say for sure that he would genuinely feel sorry about it and would try his best to make up for it.
+a small mini-headcanon: his way of giving compliments would be a little… unusual, let’s say. For example, Nahoya might admire the little bump on your nose and say something like:
“Hey, you know your nose is cool? It’s kinda wavy.”
Souya Kawata
To Souya, you would be like a ray of sunshine that brings a smile to his gloomy face. (Or at least something that roughly resembles one.)
At first, he probably wouldn’t be able to believe that you weren’t afraid of his intimidating expression and that, instead, you only saw the best in him. Souya would love you with all his heart and protect you whenever there was danger, you could truly rely on him.
Souya would likely be quite a shy partner, so he would most often express his feelings for you through care and attentiveness.
+a small mini-headcanon: Nahoya would love to joke about your relationship in one way or another, but he would always help his younger brother with advice.
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hmmmmm- I think ,
The first Toman timeline Mikey is the most lenient of the bunch,
We don't see much of future Toman Mikey but we do know his timeline outcome began with Draken's death. Considering that the Toman gang of that timeline still retains the Bōsōzoku identity strongly, is perhaps a reflection of Mikey keeping Draken's memory close to him. His mannerism and fashion also mimic Draken in that timeline. Mikey's got a habit of immortalizing people he's lost, he takes on mannerisms and aspirations even if it consumes aspects of himself.
Draken was his moral compass early on , if it wasn't for Ken during the Moebius arc Mikey would of never extended sentiments or responsibility towards Yumi's family. I think Drakens influence in death early on would make Mikey a lot more tolerant and mindful towards their darling / person of interest , as well as vulnerable women and children in general.
He's still a gang leader at the end of the day but the LEAST vicious out of the timelines imo.
The MOST vicious is a tie between Manila Mikey and Bonten Mikey but for different reasons. Manila Mikey (long hair) is vicious because of Izana, I mean he literally went scorched earth and murdered all the original Toman members in that instance. Izana has Mikey on a leash in that timeline and is feeding Mikey's dark impulse for his own satisfaction in tormenting him , Mikey still has the capacity to be horrible on his own but Izana kind of neuters that extroverted side of Mikey's desires - because Izana's a control freak in that timeline -
The worst that a darling would have to endure is down to Izana's mood and how much Mikey lets on that he's taken interest in someone. Izana would take it as a way to get at Mikey to command him and to hurt him , and since Mikey went as far as murdering all his friends I don't think there's anything that's too far for him to do against his darling if Izana wills it .
Meanwhile
Bonten Mikey is most vicious in ways against his darling Not because of someone else but because he's morally bankrupt of his own will. Directly or indirectly he's committed many heinous crimes, the rage he lived during his Kanto Manji days may have subsided over the years but he's basically a dormant volcano. He lives in seclusion and is spiritually lethargic from depression. He wants to play house in his head despite being aware of reality. Anything, anyone that breaks or questions his illusion will not make that mistake a second time, Bonten Mikey will give a faux sense of equality despite being in complete authority because he seeks comfort in the past, he likes to role-play a time that was more simple and not the now he lives in . This is dangerous for a darling, as it's easy to conclude they are in a position where they are the exception to his rules because of who they are to him however this is not the case. His framework in life is completely warped.
Hard conversations are not to be had and trying to do so is like crawling through broken glass .
Challenge him once too many and the charm will ware off , he will show the horrible things he's done and the horrible things he can do. Commit destruction against his darling that cannot ever heal or fade.
Even if his lover plays the part exactly how he likes it his mental won't allow the relationship to end with old age, he's taking company with him on the way down to hell and who better than his perfect partner.
Worst ways to go torture till your mind body and soul gives up or the quicker double suicide.
At least with Kanto-Manji Mikey, if his darling ruined his mood he'd just snap their neck in a rage almost-accidentally but it would be over quick.
Manila & Bonten Mikey don't have any simple lighthearted outcomes. Their viciousness will end when their darlings ends.
You stepped in and froze the second you saw him—Sanzu, slumped on the couch like a ragdoll, skin pale, hair a sweaty mess stuck to his forehead. His shirt was half unbuttoned, and his chest barely rose and fell with each slow breath. On the coffee table: pills, spilled like confetti, empty blister packs, crushed dust, a half-empty bottle of something that burned your nose just standing near it.
Your throat closed.
“What the fuck is this?” you snapped, storming toward him, heart pounding. “Sanzu—what the hell are you on?”
He didn’t flinch. Just blinked at you, lids heavy, a crooked grin curling on his lips.
“Iunno…” he mumbled lazily. “Took whatever I found.”
Your jaw clenched, tears stinging your eyes.
“Jesus—are you trying to die?!” you shouted, voice cracking. “You disappear for days, come home like this, and you think it’s funny?”
He groaned loudly, long and drawn out, pressing a palm to his forehead. “God, you’re so loud.”
You stared at him, trembling, every emotion bubbling up and threatening to spill. Your voice dropped, shaky, desperate.
“All we do is fuck and fight now, Sanzu. You don’t even talk to me anymore. You come home high or not at all, and I just… I wait. I wait and wait and hope the real you comes back, but—”
Your voice broke.
“Where the fuck did he go?”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he reached for you. His hand grabbed your wrist—cold, limp, but insistent—and pulled you onto his lap, slow and lazy like he was underwater. You stumbled, landing on him hard, his arms wrapping around your waist as his head fell against your chest.
And then—his mouth found yours.
The kiss was slow. Sloppy. Tasted like pills and whiskey and sadness. You tried to pull back, but he held you there, sighing into your lips like this was the only thing keeping him breathing.
“Shhh…” he whispered, kissing your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. “Don’t wanna hear you cry, baby girl.”
Your heart cracked.
“Sanzu…”
“I know,” he murmured, tongue dragging against your skin. “I’m a fuck-up. I know. But just… let me make you feel good right now, yeah? Don’t want you stressed…”
His hands slid up your shirt, slow but practiced, thumbs brushing over your ribs.
“Just let me take care of you,” he rasped, voice low and thick with heat. “Want you to forget everything for a bit—just feel me. Nothing else. No talking. No crying. Just my cock inside you.”
You gasped as he rutted up against you, hard beneath the sweatpants, his breath stuttering. His hand slipped into your waistband, fingers rubbing circles into your heat, and your body betrayed you—hips jerking, tears spilling as you whimpered.
“You want it,” he whispered darkly. “Even when you’re mad. Even when you hate me. You always fucking want it.”
You nodded. Weak. Needy. Broken.
And he smiled—feral and sweet.
“Good girl.”
He pushed your panties aside and sank two fingers in, slow and deep, the other hand cupping your face like he was worshipping you, even if his eyes were glazed, lost.
“I’ll fuck the pain out of you,” he promised, lips against your neck. “And when you’re crying again, it’ll be from pleasure.”
And you let him.
Because loving Sanzu meant taking whatever version of him came home.
