+ featuring. manjiro sano "mikey," ken ryuguji ādraken," takashi mitsuya, hanma shuji
+ a/n. first post on here! i've never written for tokyo revengers before, so excuse any mischaracterization (although i think i did them justice) :D this is fun, will write them more often + UNEDITED.
āMIKEY is undeniably clingy. he wants you by his side at all timesā whether that be when he's going to confront a bunch of gangs (he can protect you after all, so it doesn't hurt), walking around town, getting food or gatecrashing places for the heck of itāhe wants you right next to him, hand in his, or even better- arms looped together, swaying slightly while you ramble next to him, earning the occasional small smile or "y/n-chan!," falling from his pouty lips. he's rather fond of showing you off, even if it's in the most subtle of ways (well, subtle according to mikey)ā seating you on his lap during meetings, sending glares towards anyone who glances at you (it scares them off so fast), or asking you for kisses in his infamous childish tone. "i didn't get my daily kiss!," mikey whines, puckering his lips in your direction, satisfied only when you grab his face- pulling it close to yours and giving him all the kisses he wants. you're the only one who makes mikey genuinely smile, and he'd do anything for you (except sharing his mcdonald's flags- yeah, that's not happening anytime soon).
āDRAKEN is the definition of overprotective. he knows his pretty baby is full well capable of handling themselves (in fact, it's one of the things that attracted him to you), but the man in him isn't at rest until he feels like he's fulfilling all his duties as a boyfriend. he doesn't always necessarily have a hand on you (he prefers to keep the physical affection private, mostly) but anyone can tell you're his by the way he walks behind you, hands deep in his pockets and eyes right on your back- occasionally diverting to glance at other people looking at you. he shows his love through little actions- how your favorite chips always seem to be lying in the basket at home, how his cologne is always the scent you told him you like once, how your bike's always well-oiledāit may not be extravagant, but it doesn't go unnoticed by you. if you talk to him about it, he'll simply brush it off with a "it's whatever, idiot," but really? he's fighting the soft pink rising to his cheeks. if he's feeling extra needy, there'll be a slight frown on his face, brows furrowed until you pull him down, grabbing his shoulders to plant a kiss on his temple. mikey teases him no end about how "ken-chin is so whipped!," but when he sees you smile at him- draken can't help but agree.
āMITSUYA is the ideal boyfriend, really. his actions are neither as exaggerated as mikey's, nor as subtle as draken's. he doesn't mind public displays of affection; subconsciously grabbing your hand to rub soft circles on it, pulling you into his side, placing absent-minded kisses on your temple every now and then- it just happens. you're his official model for all clothes he sews, whether it be a new design for the toman jackets, or a pretty outfit he says he's making to pass his time (that's a lie- he's taking time out to make it because he wants to see you beam when he hands it to you), because in his words, "you always look gorgeous, don' ya?" he absolutely adores late night bike rides- sitting to watch the starry sky with his love, you may even get to see him being sappy. when he sees your hair flying in the chilly wind, he can't help but tuck them behind your ear, wrapping his jacket around your shoulders. mitsuya is a sucker for domestic intimacy, hence it isn't the least bit surprising when everyone says you both act like the old married couple- a bit light bickering here and there, yes, but always coming home to each-other.
āHANMA is exciting, to say the least. his loving is exhilarating, never a boring moment with him. you know he'd burn down cities for you- this man has no moral compass, and will snap anyone's neck if they blink at you wrong. he's possessive, overly so, neck buried in your collarbones all the time, soft bites here and there. bickering isn't unusual between you two, really, you thrive on itā but if anyone else dares to make one sarcastic comment in your presence, they can expect a punch to their face. hanma's in love with every part of you, and only you get to see his occasional soft sideā a proud "fuckin' psycho bitch," followed by him nudging your cheek with his nose, gentle kisses following. he's the type to walk into a jewellery store with you on his arm, ask you what ring you'd like, and immediately hold a gun to the salesman's head before walking out with it. "pretty thing, aren't ya?," he says, hands tight around your waist as he pulls you onto him, attaching his mouth to yours. hanma is feral. you don't ground him, and you don't want to. after all, the world is yours if you ask for it- relationships don't get much better than this.
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