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˖  . ⁺ ˳ ⟡ 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄! 🐩

「 ☆ 𝐅𝐓 — J. Ukitake, S. Hirako, I. Kurosaki, & T. Hitsugaya! ☆ 」

꒰ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 . (ᐢ ᴥ ᐢし) ꒱

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 poor old man couldn’t keep up with you, even if he tried. You were nothing more than an uncontrollable ball of energy he was married to. He would wake up to the sound of your fluffy tail hitting the floor nonstop as you stared at him and waited for him to wake up with a small pout on your face.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 lips turned down even more at the sight of your white-haired husband, who proceeded to sleep peacefully. "Jushirooooo." You called out to him and poked his cheek as he groaned and opened one of his eyes. "Dear, the sun hasn’t risen yet, and you're ready to go outside?" He sat up and yawned. It was still dark outside, and you expected him to get up right away. "Mhmm!" You nodded your head cutely as your furry ears perked up in an adorable manner, which Jushiro couldn’t say no to. The white-haired man only sighed. He knew you were always up before the crack of dawn so you could get your day's work done and explore. "Fine, but when we come back inside, you have to go to sleep right away. Got it?" He pointed his index finger at you as you nodded your head once more. "Okay!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 you stomach and head scratches anytime he has the chance. He never walked passed you without giving you a head scratch, he never gotten use to the fact that your foot tapped against the group rapidly when he scratches behind your ears.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 has multiple toys stashed away under his desk for when you come to spend the day with him, not caring about your duties. He would try to send you off, but you'd always give him your famous eyes and pout, which he couldn’t say no to. While spending the day with him, you’ll frequently play with the toys he brought you, which are pretty interesting.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 your way of showing love to him was incredibly sweet, since you couldn’t verbally speak to him at times. He would wake up to you nuzzling your cheek into his while saying good morning. — "Good morning, dear." Jushiro's eyes softened at you sitting on his lap with your tail doing its usual wags. "Good morning!" 

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 almost put him on his deathbed earlier than he’d expected because of your careless behavior. He’d never forget the one time he thought you were killed and thrown in a lake because of your torn clothing. Only for you to pop your head out of the lake with a bright smile on your face. Jushiro didn’t give you a chance to speak before he pulled you out of the lake and dragged you home by your ear while chewing you out.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐈𝐍 order to drain your battery, the man sends you out on tasks and (easy) missions so you can tire yourself out. Once you've completed all the tasks he gave you, you’ll often come into his office and sit on his lap until he’s done with this paperwork. With his hand often rubbing your back and ears.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 stretched your muscles for the final time as you headed to your husband’s office. For the first time in a while, you were extremely exhausted. Once you reached the office door, you didn’t even bother to knock. Jushiro watched as you kicked the sandals off your feet and made your way towards him. Before he could say a word, you immediately plopped yourself down on his lap, your face snuggling into his neck. Jushiro chuckled and began to rub your back, putting you at ease. "I’m guessing you’re tired?" He grinned at your tired state, which made you nod. "Mhmm, let’s cuddle."

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐎.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐀𝐍 absolute love bug! You were both obsessed with each other. Shinji talked about you nonstop to his lieutenant, Hinamori, who only nodded her head and agreed with everything he said. 

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 loved you dearly. But if he had the chance to strap you down to a table for a day, then you better believe he would. Everyone knew you gave your husband an unnecessary amount of gray hair from the way you acted. Your hyperactivity would get so out of control that Shinji would throw you over his shoulder and walk away from the scene. But no one has seen the man snap on you before because he couldn’t. Shinji knew that you meant no harm, and besides, there’s nothing wrong with having a little fun.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 never fails to make you blush because of his flirty attitude; the sexual jokes he makes towards you make you bury your face in your hands. Because you knew he was going to give you a hard time the following night. He’s the only one who was able to make you blush. — "Hey, babe, I got this tongue piercing for a reason. Wanna watch me use it?" "S–Shinji!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 didn’t mind the fact that you had dog ears and a tail. He would often tease you by dragging his hands slowly down the tail, knowing it was one of the most sensitive parts of your body. Plus, he could have an advantage over you when you start to act bratty. With a simple tug of your tail, your behavior would straighten up immediately.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 give me that shit." Shinji's grip on the tail tightened as you tried your hardest to hold yourself up. You knew it was wrong to act like a brat in front of all those people, but you didn’t care at the moment; it was all Shinji’s fault. "Where’s that attitude now?" He used his index finger to tilt your head up, and once Shinji saw your glossy eyes,he immediately rolled his eyes. You always tried this sh*t when you got in trouble; it worked the first three times, but he was over that now. "Don’t give me those damn eyes; you knew you were wrong." His dark brown eyes glared into your soft e/c ones. Your h/c ears are flat on the top of your head.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐈 said sorry. I didn’t mean it." You muttered loud enough for him to hear. Shinji's glare deepened; your puppy eyes and scared look weren’t fooling him this time. He knew it was all an act you put on, so he would go easy on you when he was punishing you. "You said sorry? You didn’t mean it? I told you about this before we left, and you still went and acted out!" Shinji gritted his teeth at you. From the look in his eyes and the way his hand was now wrapping around your neck, he was getting more angry. Shinji let out a long sigh before removing his hand from your tail to pinch the bridge of his nose. Once you both make it back home, he’s going to demolish that attitude of yours. "I’ll deal with you later, understand?" His grip on your neck loosened as you nodded your head quickly. "Yes sir!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 alone, you would put your chin on his lap (near his private area) with your tail wagging and an "innocent" smile on your face, and he almost lost it. It takes an entire army to hold him back from pouncing on you and turning you inside out in his office.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 groaned when you pulled on his bottom lip after the make-out session; the paperwork on his desk was now put to the side as his attention focused on you. From the moment you stepped into his office, his eyes concentrated on you and you only. His eyes watched as you slid down to the floor, now on your knees. Your chin now rested on his lap. He knew you didn’t want head-pats; you wanted something else. "I’m sorry, pup, but we can’t do it now." He gave your chin a light scratch as you pouted, your ears flattening with you. "Please, I want it now." You batted your lashes at him while he suffered from a heavy debate in his head. "Fine, but don’t make a mess like you did last time." His hand made its way to your hair and gave it a light tug with a whine leaving past your lips. "I–I won’t." 

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 perfect shoulder to lean on when you’re scared. Because you have sensitive ears and a fear of loud noises, he would always put noise-cancelling headphones over your ears and hold you against his chest while rubbing your back slowly.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 pain in Shinji’s chest caused him to wake up instantly; something wasn’t right. He looked over to see you curled into his side while whimpering, the tears in your eyes making him go into protective mode. "What’s wrong, baby?" He used his thumb to wipe away the tears from your eyes as the crackle of thunder caused you to sob and curl into his side even more. It took him a moment before the lightbulb went off in his head. You were terrified of lightning and thunder. He sat up from the futon while the thunder made another loud sound, causing you to yelp and bury your face in the pillow next to you. Shinji searched through the drawer for the familiar item until it came into his vision—the noise-canceling headphones he brought just for you. He sat back down next to you with his hand brushing the h/c hair from your face. "Look at me, baby; it’s all going to be okay. I’m right here." He cooed in your ear as your tail started to unwrap itself from your leg. Once he saw that your grip on the pillow had loosened, he removed the object from your face and placed the headphones over your ears. You slowly opened your tear-stung eyes to look at your husband, who smiled softly and stroked your cheek. His eyes shined with nothing but reassurance and love. He wiped away the final tears before kissing your lips. You sniffled for the last time as you buried your face into his chest, sleeping peacefully for the rest of the night.

𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 wondered how Ichigo was able to keep you tame and calm in public, considering you were the same person who jumped from desk to desk every morning. But the secret was gum; once he thinks you’re getting out of control, he’ll pull out a stick. Which makes you calm down in a second. One minute you’re jumping all over the place, and the next minute you’re nuzzling your cheek into his arm while chewing on the piece of gum.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 has to tie a leash around your waist when you both go out in public. The number of times he lost you in public places was ridiculous! He not only had a leash on you, but he also had a tracker in the necklace he brought you for your birthday. The last time he lost you, a hollow attacked and almost killed you, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let that happen again.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 teenager thought he was going crazy when his clothes started to go missing all of a sudden! Only to find out you had an entire stash in your closet, he took back most of his clothes. But let you pick out the ones you wanted to keep, even if they were his favorite.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐈 want this one! Can I keep it, Ichi?" You held up the white cardigan as Ichigo nodded his head. "Sure, but don’t get it dirty." He squeezed your cheek and proceeded to place the rest of his shirts in the suitcase. Yes, a suitcase. Ichigo didn’t know you stole an entire collection of his clothes. He didn’t notice until the only thing he had left was a shirt he hadn’t worn since he was fifteen. "You can’t keep that." Ichigo took the white shirt from your grasp as you pouted with your ears flattened. "Ichiiii, you can’t even fit that shirt anymore." You whined at your boyfriend, who sighed before throwing the shirt at you. Your whining was the only reason you got your way. "Next time, ask before you take my entire closet and run off with it." He lightly scolded you and pinched your cheek while you giggled nervously, knowing damn well you were going to do it again.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 of your clingy behavior, he would buy every strawberry plushie that came into his sight. You knew Ichigo couldn’t be by your side every second of the day, but that didn’t stop you from whining and crying for him. He would often check his phone to see over a dozen voice messages you recorded about how much you loved and missed him. The pictures of you pouting with the plushie pressed to your cheek made him want to drop everything and return to you.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 most of your free time watching the annual dog competitions with you. At first, he didn’t know why you were so addicted to the shows; his first thought was because you’re part dog. But once he sat down and watched the show, it was quite interesting. You would laugh at him when he scoffed at the bigger dog and won over the small dog.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 didn’t play when it came to your grades; he wants the absolute best for you and refuses to let you drop out. Since you both were in the same classes, he’d help you out with your work every time you called him. And he would spend the night at your house to make sure you completed your homework and did not slack off to watch puppy competitions. Every time you get a question right, he’ll give you a kiss and a treat <3.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 bit your lip at your boyfriend, who only wore a pair of grey sweatpants with a black tank top. From the moment you saw him, your tail started to wag at an immediate pace. You tried to focus your attention back on your homework, but his muscles were practically staring back at you. You snapped out of your thoughts when Ichigo tapped the paper with the pencil. "What’s the answer to number six?" He pointed the pencil at the sheet. "E–Erm, c?" You scratched your cheek as Ichigo nodded his head and said, "That was correct. Good job, baby." He used his index finger to pull your chin closer to his lips. The faint taste of the strawberry cake still lingering on his lips made you go federal; you wanted him so bad that your tail was now wagging faster than ever.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 only thing Ichigo disliked about you was your brattiness. He'd have to admit that he did take you everywhere and spoil you rotten. He didn’t care about the attitude you’d gain when you were both alone. But if you’re in public, then it’s a different story. He hated the way you would whine and stomp your foot at him when he said no, but he wasn’t like that partner who was afraid of putting the other in their place. Once you push his buttons too much, he’ll take you to the nearest alleyway or bathroom to straighten you and your little attitude out.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐕𝐄 really been pissing me off today." Ichigo frowned and took your face into his hand, the pout never leaving your lips. You rolled your eyes at him and steered your eyes in another direction, which pissed Ichigo off even more. All this because he refused to buy you those nasty chocolate-covered bananas. You could feel the anger seething off him, and honestly, you didn’t give a damn. "Hmph, I don’t care." You shrugged your shoulders at your boyfriend, whose eyes widened for a second before going back to normal. Who were we talking to? Because it surely wasn’t him. "Repeat that for me." He removed his hand from your face and slid it down to your neck, his thumb pressing down on the sensitive part. You held back your whimpers and stood up straight, since you were starting to lean onto his chest. "I—I said I don’t—ah" You whimpered when his hand made its way down to your tail, giving it a gentle stroke.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 started to pant when Ichigo used his hands to massage the sensitive parts of your body; if it weren’t for the wall holding you up, you would’ve been on your knees right now. Ichigo smirked. For someone who talked a lot of shit, it was extremely easy to put you back in your place. His hand that was on your tail was now trailing up to your waist. "What happened, baby?" He teased. Ichigo chuckled at how you attempted to speak, only for his grip on your neck to tighten. He leaned down to give your lips a kiss; his soft lips moving in sync with your plump ones felt like a dream. "Mhmm..." You pulled on his shirt when he started to suck on your tongue; the foreign feeling had you begging for more. His free hand wandered around your body and groped everything he touched. Your body belonged to him, so he could do whatever he pleased with it. After pulling away, he took his hand from your neck while a thick string of saliva connected you to him. You quickly looked away. Feeling ashamed at the fact that you folded for him within seconds. "I'm sorry, Ichi. I didn’t mean to act like that out there." You stared at your shows like they were the most important things in the world. Ichigo chuckled and pulled you closer by your waist, saying, "It’s fine. But just know I went easy on you because we were in a public restroom. Next time, I’ll make sure you forget how to walk."

𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐘𝐀.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 and Toshiro were complete opposites. You were so smiley and happy all the time, while he was more of a serious and assertive guy. Multiple people were surprised when they saw Toshiro holding hands with you. How did Toshiro fall for you? The world may never know. You both were happy, and that's all that matters.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 you both go out into the public, he has to warn you to act right, or else he’s going to bring out the sandal. Plus, he can’t go three seconds without scolding you. But if you act right, he’ll give you head pats and buy you food.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 said that Toshiro wouldn’t follow you up on your shenanigans was completely wrong. This guy played board games with you, danced in the rain with you, and occasionally challenged you to a staring contest once in a while. To prove to you that he can last longer than you.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 are they doing?" Hinamori tilted her head at the couple, who sat crisscross on the ground while staring into each other's souls. "They’re having a staring contest. They’ve been there for ten minutes now." Rangiku whispered and took a sip of her drink. Hinamori watched as your ears perked up and your tail wagged, signaling you were excited, while Toshiro felt his eyes water at your adorable behavior. His eyes widened and his heart swelled when he saw your pupils dilate more and more. You didn’t think of this as a staring contest; you just wanted to stare at your lover. Toshiro’s watery eyes finally closed. "See! I told you that you couldn’t do it!" Rangiku laughed at Toshiro, who glared at her for a moment before turning his attention back to you. "Does that mean I win?" You innocently blinked your eyes at your boyfriend, and Toshiro felt his cheeks heat up at your angelic aura. Once you gave him that smile and head tilt, he would stutter every time. "Yes, you’ve won, darling."

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 didn’t mind that you were so lovey-dovey and affectionate with him. He loved waking up to your morning kisses and hugs. He couldn’t push you away, because if he did, then you'd keep coming back.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 the place of the adult in the relationship, even though you are older than him. He cleans your mouth after you’re done eating, takes baths with you (so you wouldn’t get distracted or fall asleep in the water), and so much more. Not to mention that he’s extremely overprotective of you, especially when someone yells at you. Once your ears flattened, it was a signal for him to unsheathe his sword. It takes you, Rangiku, and Hinamori to hold him back from releasing the wrath of the person who yelled at you; no matter who he was going against, he was always going to take up your cause. —  "Captain! Y/N said it’s not a big deal!" "I’m going to turn that asshole into ice sickles!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 to let you hang around Rangiku or Shunsui when he wasn’t around. The last time that happened, you came to him drunk off your ass with a bottle in your hand. He wanted to destroy the two, but his mind told him otherwise; you were his focus, not them. But God wanted to destroy them.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He watched as you stumbled around the room with a bottle in your hand while barking loudly. "T–Toshi!" You hiccuped and waved at your boyfriend drunkenly while Toshiro snatched the bottle from your hand and put it in the trash. He then grabbed your arms and began to lay you down on the futon, his mind traveling off to how he was going to punish Rangiku. "T-Toshi, I love you. You’re the best boyfriend ever. You make me so happy." Your voice slurred slightly, making Toshiro’s cheeks turn pink. Even when you’re drunk, your love for him is louder than ever. "I love you too; now take this and go to sleep. I have some business to handle." He gave your lips and forehead a kiss. Rangiku is most definitely never going to hear the end of it.

© gloryhrs, 052723. — notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦)

This is so cute!!!

— ♡ — 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 || 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 — ♡ —

Gojo’s in the middle of an important meeting, but chatting with his wife and daughter is his only priority.

“Satoru, can you please get off of your damn phone?”

Holding up a finger to the frustrated CEO as if to say, “give me a minute,” Gojo laughed casually as he kept his phone pressed against his ear.

The thirteen sharply dressed businessmen seated at the conference table all had their eyes fixated on the chatty sorcerer, who was asked to attend a very important meeting regarding the recent appearance of a special grade curse lurking around the company’s headquarters.

“Really?” Gojo said enthusiastically, leaning back in his office chair, swerving from side to side just a bit. “And what else did you do? What’d you learn at school today?”

Some of the impatient men were less aggravated once they realized who he was talking to — his beloved five year old daughter.

“You learned about the life cycle of a butterfly? Oh, that’s amazing . . . And you drew a picture of one? We’re just gonna have to hang it on the fridge then . . . Mommy packed you your favorite sandwich for lunch? Did you gobble it all up? Sounds like you had a fun day, muffin-”

“Satoru.”

The CEO called the sorcerer’s name again, but the man ignored him, grinning as he listened to his adorable daughter ramble on and on about her exciting day.

“Daddy’s gotta hang up soon, he’s in a very important meeting right now. Can you put mommy on the phone?”

As Gojo spoke sweetly to the young girl over the phone, he glared at the CEO, who sighed in utter defeat once the white-haired man still refused to get off of his phone.

“This is ridiculous, Gojo,” the older man grumbled. “It’s rude, unprofessional, and disrespectful to do this in the middle of a meeting!”

“Yeah?” Gojo raised his eyebrows. “If my daughter calls me, I’m going to answer. And you’re crazy if you think I’m not going to speak to my wife as well.”

“But we have a serious situation that needs to be discussed-”

“No, not really. This meeting is entirely unnecessary, considering I could just kill the curse and be done with it. My kid telling me about caterpillars matters more to me than anything you have to say right now, sir.”

For a moment, the big conference room was completely silent until Gojo spoke once again.

“Hi baby,” Gojo beamed at the sound of your beautiful voice in his right ear. “Did you have a good day? I miss you . . . What? The store ran out of rice? You’re right, that is ridiculous. Want me to stop at a different store on the way home? . . . I know what kind, sweetheart . . . I’ll be home before dinner, I promise . . . No, I love you more and that’s not up for debate, sorry . . . Alright, I gotta hang up too . . . Okay . . . Bye, baby.”

Once Gojo hung up, the CEO sighed once again, but this time, with relief. But, as he started to speak, Gojo instantly got up from his chair.

“Hey, where are you going?” The CEO shouted, watching as Gojo headed straight for the door, smiling causally with his hands in his pockets.

“I’m going to kill that curse so I can go home. My wife needs more rice and my daughter wants to show me her butterfly picture, so I’m not staying here for a stupid meeting.”

The CEO’s protests were cut off by Gojo shutting the door behind him as he left the conference room.

And, this was, perhaps, the quickest amount of time in which Gojo has ever killed a special grade curse. After all, he missed his beautiful family, and he’d always make it home, no matter what.

comparing hand sizes with shinsou

pairing: hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader

tags: fluff, best friends, teasing

"your hands are so big…"

you mumbled as you pressed your palms against your best friend's hand, comparing the sizes of your two hands, while shinsou just leaned back and watched you, with an amused smile on his lips. 

"is this your way of subtly hinting that you want to hold my hand? because it’s quite cute…"

he teased, intertwining his fingers with you and pulling your hands closer towards him. 

shark week

synopsis: you forget about your upcoming period and you had no choice but to seek help from the school's gang leader

warnings: fluff! mikey is kinda an idiot but when is he not, he is the type of person i would scream at if im on that time of the month tbh, he asks too many questions, kinda oblivious to everything tbh

wc: 2.1k

notes: special thanks to kar and hailey for beta reading

shit. 

your eyes widened as an uncomfortable sensation leaked from your lower body. you grit your teeth in embarrassment, looking around the classroom feeling as if all eyes were on you and your shame. 

breathe. just breathe. you try to compose your breaths, cringing slightly as another uncomfortable sensation trickles down your private area. 

fuck. this was just the worst. 

with a shaky hand, you called upon the attention of the teacher who was teaching god knows what– math? history? you weren’t even sure at this point. 

“may i be excused?” the teacher gives you an unimpressed look before he rolls his eyes and gives an affirmation, going back to the topic at hand. 

you silently thanked the designers of your uniform for making the skirt a dark color as you briskly walked towards the bathroom and hurried into a stall. 

fucking hell. your worst nightmare came true. 

you were on your period, and you didn’t have a pad. 

the toilet paper on the side of the stall was empty on all stalls. it felt like the gods were punishing you for something that you weren’t even aware of. 

you looked at your watch. five more minutes until break time. then, you can maybe ask a girl from your class for a pad. 

five more minutes.

just five more minutes…

where the fuck are they?!

ten minutes passed and no one seemed to find the urge to use the comfort room. you swore you heard the bell ring around five minutes ago, but the hallway where the comfort room was is still quiet. too quiet.  

where the hell are the people?! you sighed. not knowing what to do. 

“ne, ne, ken-chin. we should get dorayaki after school!” you hear a voice chirp up and you immediately poke your head out the door, only realizing after that it was a male’s voice and you’d rather die than accept help from a man. 

you froze once you realized that the voice belonged to sano manjiro and you were now eye to eye with him as he stopped in front of the restroom door and tilted his head to the side in confusion. you wanted to ask what was wrong with him but you looked like a deer in headlights and he’s probably the one asking you that instead. 

“eh?” mikey asked in confusion, you slammed the door in front of him and planted your back against it, as if shielding yourself from him. you silently counted for a few seconds, counting until a hundred before you opened the door once more, hoping to not see the delinquent.

“what’s wrong with you.” you yelped, once you peaked your head out and saw that sano manjiro was still outside, but his right hand man was nowhere in sight.

“nothing.” you answered, still holding the door for dear life, not wanting to entertain the delinquent further. 

“it’s not nothing if you’re being weird in the comfort room.” a gasp escapes the blonde, a mischievous look overtook his features. you didn’t like where this was going.

“you need to shit, don’t you?” “what the fuck?!” you couldn’t help but say out loud, the laugh that escaped the gang leader’s lips.

“it’s fine (n/n)-chin, everyone needs to take a shit, i even took one before going to school.” you winced at the literal filth that came out of his mouth

“i don’t need to do that, sano-kun.” you say in a loud whisper, then sighed internally, there was only 10 minutes left for break time and sano manjiro was probably your last saving grace. 

“can you… call for a girl to come here?” mikey blinked his big black eyes in confusion at the sudden change in tone. “eh? why?” 

“just please.” you say in a quiet voice, wanting to get the situation over with. mikey looked at you with a concerned expression, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips were formed into a pout as he tried to decipher what was wrong with you before he gasped once more, his eyes lit up and a smile replaced the pout. 

“you need that don’t you?” that? your face portrayed a look of confusion and mikey reached into his pocket, searching for whatever that is. 

“my sister always needs this for some reason, and—” he pushes a safety pin on your hand “here!” you looked at the safety pin then back at mikey who looked back at you with a grin on his face. 

“what am i supposed to do with this?” you asked, looking back at the shining metal cautiously. 

“it’s to fix your skirt, right?” “what?” “your skirt is probably too loose, right? that’s why you’re so panicked?” 

“huh?” “am i wrong?” 

“yes!” “then what’s your problem?”

“it’s uh…just… please get a girl, i need help from a girl.” 

“eh? aren’t you being a little too sexis–” you couldn’t help but let out a whimper as a cramp made its appearance. “are you okay?” mikey cut himself off, asking worriedly. 

“just get a girl, please!” you yell, having enough of the exchange

“uh, on it! i’ll be right back in two minutes!” then he was off. he ran to the other side of the hallway, stopping by the corner just to give you a cheeky wave. you rolled your eyes but trusted his words. 

true enough, after two minutes you hear two pairs of footsteps get louder as they approach the door. 

you expected to hear the boisterous sound of mikey’s voice but was pleasantly surprised once you heard a soft knock on the door. 

“may i come in?” her voice was soft, gentle, and maybe even comforting. you let her in and you can see her short stature enter the restroom. 

“mikey said you were having –air quote– weird girl problems” you rolled your eyes for the nth time. 

“yeah uh… i forgot to bring a pad…” you mutter and emma nods understandingly before she pulls out her sanitary kit. 

“take whatever you need, my name is emma by the way!” you nodded and rummaged through her kit. you pulled out what you needed and gave emma an embarrassed smile. 

"the name's (y/n)... uh, thank you so, so much." you repeat before emma just smiles and gestures you towards the stall. 

you cleaned yourself up and felt relief as you finally stopped feeling conscious.

you exited the stall and emma was standing there, washing her hands, she perked up once she saw you through the mirror. 

“are you feeling better now?” you smiled back and nodded, “yeah, thank you so much! how could i repay you?” emma giggles and waves her hand in dismissal. 

“it’s no worries. promise!” she reassures you. “ah, i have to get back to my classes, but it was really nice meeting you, (y/n).” she waves as she leaves the restroom. 

you splashed water on your face, fixing your hair before you sighed, mentally scolding yourself for being so unprepared . 

you pushed the door opened, not expecting to see the blonde delinquent waiting for you as he leaned back against the wall. 

“oh, there you are! are you okay now, (n/n)-chin?” you nod, a bit confused as to what mikey was still doing there, he pushed himself off the wall with his foot and walked over to you with a smile. 

“i’ll escort you to class.” eh? “you don’t have to.” mikey shakes his head. “i want to, uh…” mikey looks away, a blush coating his cheeks. 

“emma told me what happened, i didn’t know it was your–” he coughs in embarrassment. “...shark week.”

you stifle a laugh. shark week, really? you wanted to tease him more but stopped yourself to not further his embarrassment. 

though you couldn't understand why was he the one embarrassed. 

"it's fine, sano-kun." mikey shakes his head before he pulls you toward the hallway leading to your classroom. 

"well uh… see you around, sano-kun." you bow slightly. "thank you for helping me with this, as embarrassing as it is.” 

“don’t worry about it, (n/n)-chin, and i didn’t really do anything… whatever, it’s fine. i’ll– uh… see you around!” mikey says, not giving you a moment before he runs away, waving as he turns the corner. 

you didn’t realize that you were smiling as you watched him go.

you didn’t hear from the gang leader for a while, well— he hasn’t really showed up to school in a few weeks and you didn’t really expect him to. it has been almost a month since your encounter by the restroom and he has made no move since then. 

not that you’d expect him to but it was weird that you never saw him again since that day. 

opening up your phone, you cursed once you opened the tracker on your phone and realized that you were about to have your period, but thankfully. you were prepared this time. 

the day ends with you sighing as you pack up your things and stood up from your desk, waving your friends off before heading out the room. 

“(n/n)-chin!” you hear someone yell and his voice was very familiar, a high pitched tone but instead of it sounding annoying, you welcomed the sound as you turned around. 

“oh, sano-kun, good afternoon.” you bow your head in greeting. mikey smiles at you as he walks alongside with you. 

“how’ve you been, i haven’t seen you in a while.” you asked, mikey shakes his head. “i’ve been okay, uh…” mikey moved his arm and you can vaguely hear the rustles of the plastic bag from the convenience store that he held. 

“oh, this is uh… for you.”  mikey handed you the black plastic bag, you looked at him confusedly. 

“uh…” you tilt your head to the side in confusion. mikey coughed, a blush forming on his cheeks. “it’s uh— things for your…cough lady needs—” 

you open the bag to see a few pad and tampon brands, chocolate, candy, even a few teabags. a folded note was also found tucked into the bag but before you could get it, the bag was shut close by mikey, who wasn’t looking at you. 

“open it when you’re at home, geez.” you looked at him with a raised brow before nodding. 

“oh…kay.” you smiled softly at the blonde before thanking him once more. 

“thank you, sano-kun…” “just call me mikey.” “okay, mikey.” the aforementioned smiles before nodding. 

“mikey!” you hear a deep voice yell, the both of you turned towards the voice and you could see his right hand man –draken, walking towards the both of you.

“we have to get to the shrine, the rest of the guys are already there.” draken stops in front of the leader then looks at you before taking another look. 

“holy shit, mikey. you didn’t tell me you were with her.” draken laughs. “you didn’t tell me you were with your little girlfriend.” mikey’s face exploded with red as he sputtered out in denial. 

“draken, fuck off. you go on right ahead. i’ll follow after.” draken laughs before he nods, still laughing at his leader as he walks away. 

“what was that about?” mikey shakes his head. “nothing, you don’t need to worry about, (n/n)-chin. i have to go.” you nod, smiling at him once more. 

“thank you again for this, mikey-kun!” mikey smiles a bit at your words as he walks away, when he was about to leave the school gates, he turns back at you. 

“(n/n)-chin, don’t let anyone else see the note, okay?” you were confused but remembered about the note he stopped you from reading. 

“okay!” you yell back, mikey beamed before he walks over to his motorbike and revs it up, waving at you as he rides away. 

you head home with no other agenda, plucking out a chocolate bar from the bag. 

the paper scraped against the back of your hand and you gasp in realization that you haven’t read it yet. with that, you took the paper from the bag. you scoffed playfully once you see that the paper was slightly crumpled and had a few erasures, but the message still managed to make you smile.

‘hi (n/n)-chan! i don’t know how to tell you in person but i like you. uh i hope these make your shark week more tolerable and if you’re free… here’s my number, we should talk sometime. xxx-xxxx-xxx 

ps: i didn’t know what to get so i asked emma for help.

—mikey’

you could feel your face flush at the letter and the next thing toman knows is that their leader suddenly stopped in his tracks and took out his phone. 

the next thing draken knows is that his left arm was stung from the impact of mikey’s unexpected punch. 

“the fuck’s your problem?” draken hissed as he rubbed his now bruised arm. 

“she messaged.”

the rest of the toman meeting was spent with the captains hyping mikey up and helping him in drafting his response to your ‘hey.’

notes: toman huddled up together with mikey's phone in between because they're discussing what to reply to "hey" is such a thought.

𝐘♡𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 ?

hanma shuji x gn!reader; fluff, comfort - 1.3k

request: can i request a hanma x reader where hanma defends the readers honor? don’t really have a plot for this, and id like it as a drabble, but whatever u see fits!

a/n/cw: thank you for requesting! i love to see hanma be protective over reader so this got a little (a lot) longer than a drabble LMAO. please enjoy! im quite proud of this sniff cw: reader gets uncomfortable with violence - reader's feelings get invalidated by a member of valhalla, it's implied hanma beats him tf up, descriptions of injury, violence, and blood - spoilers to valhalla arc!

cheers erupted loudly in the hollowed room that was filled with old, half-assed operating arcade machines. whistles rang out from the scattered men that huddled closely around the phenomenon occuring in the middle of the dirtied floor: former toman member and captain of the first division, baji keisuke atop his vice, viciously beating him to a bloodly pulp.

chifuyu matsuno—you had heard hanma mention the name earlier, the boy with blonde locks and teal eyes. however, from the beating his face was getting, it would be hard to recognize him at this point. his left eye had already swelled in on itself, while the right blossomed in darker shades of purple and red underneath baji's fist. his previously neat hair, now tousled and messed around from the impact of hits. his nose was unquestionably broken, and from the numerous cuts that scarred his face, stitches would be needed.

a spurt of blood spills from his mouth, and you jolt, tightening your hold on hanma's hand. currently, you were seated on his lap on his makeshift 'throne', your body close and nuzzled into his'. you flick your eyes away from the terrible sight in front of you, and hanma's eyes leave the scene to study you. worry washed over his expression. he licks his lips, and grabs your attention with a soft touch against your wrist.

“... you okay, baby?” hanma questions, large gold eyes glimmering with a solemn gaze. he knew that seeing such violent acts on an almost day-to-day basis was a lot for someone to handle—especially for someone who wasn’t accustomed to such a life.

this was a prominent reason as to why hanma never failed to ask for your consent; to completely confirm whether or not you would like to be present during such situations. your comfortability and safety was his number one concern. if that wasn’t fulfilled—then, everyone be damned.

though you look at him and nod once, and even try to smile. but hanma knows better; “if you’re not feeling well, i can take you outside. i’ll even stop this whole thing, yeah?” he comforts, pecking a kiss on your temple.

your eyes close at the feeling and sound of his voice and body so tight against your’s. you clutch his hand tighter and push your head into the crook of his neck in attempt to silence the sounds of loud yells and impacts of fist on skin. you hear chifuyu whimper loudly out of pain, and your façade breaks: a small tear runs down your cheek without notice.

hanma immediately perks up at the sight, eyes wide and alert, and thumbs reaching up to wipe the stray tears from your cheeks. you murmur quiet ''s okay''s and 'don't worry about me, shu'', but he shushes you consolingly, removing his valhalla jacket to wrap around your curled up figure—and hiding your wandering eyes from baji, chifuyu, and everyone else around. there was no need for you, or them, to see one another. not in this moment, while you were frightened and upset. all of hanma's attention now, was on you.

—until a boy from his left, decided it was a fun idea to stick his nose into you two's business. a loud laugh from beneath the make-shift stage of the arcade, and hanma's eyes shoot down to the guy who was staring at you; presumably, this entire time. hanma's eyebrow lifts at him, almost daring the boy to elaborate just what that laugh was about. you try to crane your head behind your shoulder, to see the cause of hanma's demeanour change, but he didn't allow it; a protective arm wraps around your torso and squeezes your side.

the boy poses his hands defensively at his leader's continued glare. "woah there boss, what's with the harsh look?" he chuckles, but hanma doesn't find it amusing. "i'm just saying, if your baby"—he spews the petname mockingly—"can't even handle a small beating like this.. then maybe you should find someone new."

oh? hanma almost laughs at that, in total fucking disbelief at this guy's audacity. 'he's got some steel balls, huh?' hanma's lips quirk into a open-mouth smirk, sharp canines peering through ever so slightly. his head tilts, then he tauntingly responds: "you wanna repeat that? ♡"

the guy clears his throat, a small jitter now notable in his movements. yet still, he stands his ground: "i just think it's nothing to cry over, talk about being a literal baby." a couple surrounding guys giggle over the comeback, while others stare at the guy with complete incredulity.

although you're not facing them, you can still hear all the comments being made about you. it was as if they all decided to just disgard you as a fucking human being with feelings and emotions. like an object placed on their leader's lap for show. you breathe deeply, as the tears in your eyes well up once more.

a vein in hanma's forehead twitches. 'his fucking loss.'

before you can even comprehend it, you're being placed onto the chair, no longer situated on hanma's thigh. above you, hanma's stands tall—his looming figure higher than anyone else in the room.

the laughter drags on for a bit, the boy seeming to enjoy the attention from his teammates, until the loud thud of a plastic cart falls onto the floor. the contents inside spill out, and some break into dangerous shards of glass.

hanma retracts his foot slowly, and begins to pace himself down the stairs. his eyes lock with the boy, who's face was gradually draining of colour. the teammates who previously laughed with him, scurried out of hanma's way to make room as he towered through the crowd.

"you," he pointed straight at the guy, his voice serious and low. a couple more steps, and he was now directly in front of him. a moment passes, and the boy finds himself nervously gulping at his actions—and for what's to come. a devilish smile decorates hanma's face, a dark and cool dim accentuating all his edges and shadows. "let's play, yeah? ♡"

before the boy could even think to defend or dodge, a swift fist flies straight into his vision, and a loud crack erupts at the point of contact: his nose.

the sheer force of the hit causes the guy to lose his balance and fall hard on his back. one of his hands shoot up to hold his profusely bleeding nose and the other stretches out towards hanma. rapid profanities spill from his mouth, as his eyes widen in utter fear and shock. "—jesus, fuck—what the actual hell man?!" he cries out, crawling away pathetically in hanma's eyes. "it was a fucking joke! shit-ow!.. y-you broke it.. i think you broke my fucking nose!"

hanma crouches down to his level, head tilting menacingly as he scans the brutal mess of the guy's face. "you needed the fix anyways," he decides, and loudly cackles to himself.

hanma's cold eyes narrow, and a dark feeling overwhelms those witnessing this. "don't speak to me or my partner like that ever again." he leans in, angling his head next to the boy's ear and whispers sharply: "or it's the hospital i'll be sending 'ya to.. kay?"

the boy nods quickly, his breath shallow as he stutters meaningless apologies. he's still bleeding, but hanma couldn't care less. he nods once, opting to wipe his bloody knuckles on the boy's jacket, before standing up and returning back to where he sat you down.

he stretches his wrists and shoulders, groaning at the stupid interruption. "are 'ya alright, baby?" he asks the moment he makes it back to you, his voice uncharacteristically soft. he squats down, his large body effectively blocking everything and everyone from your sight once more. "i took care of the asshole, he won't be saying jack shit no more."

you nod, a small smile—a genuine smile—appears on your face. you thank him, pressing your lips against his for a few moments, and pulling away only for him to chase your mouth for another. you giggle into the kiss, making hanma grin ear to ear.

hanma pulls away for air, quietly mumbling to you: "i've got you.. always, okay?"

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can you write one where mikey tries so hard to hide your relationship but he lets you into toman without you really being all that strong (he just wanted you around) and some members try to hit on you and he teaches them a lesson?

I LOVE YOUR WORK BTW!!!! OMG

HIDDEN RELATIONSHIP ! but some new toman members make it not-so-hidden

with mikey + fem!reader

warnings unwelcome attraction, they corner you and try to force you into a date, a guy puts his hands on you against your will

notes i love this request !! :D i think i went overboard tho lol

mikey was the epitome of attention as the leader of the growing toman. he really couldn't help the fact that emma was known as his sister, but he desperately tried to keep the fact that you were his girlfriend under wraps. couldn't have dumb kids trying to use you against him or get you caught up in gang wars.

every time he dropped you home, you slid off his bike and handed him his spare helmet (more like his only helmet, cuz he didn't wear one).

"bye, mikey." you hummed. "pick me up tomorrow?"

you didn't even have to ask. "yeah." he leaned back in his seat, one hand resting on the bike handle while the other was held in front of you, palm towards the dusky sky.

you slipped your hand into his and he squeezed it, lingering as if he were contemplating something. you waited patiently.

he was so tempted to pull you back into his arms. who cares about the toman meeting when it meant a few more minutes with you?

he sighed and gave in, pulling you closer to the bike bashfully. he looked shy to ask. he'd never spent much time with you after school as he usually ran with his friends. but this time... he just wanted you close.

"ride with me?" he mumbled. "...again?"

you tilted your head slightly. "but... i thought you were gonna hang out with your friends?"

he tugged you forward, forcing a little yelp out of you as you fell into his shoulder. he hugged you tightly, his voice muffled against your chest.

"we never get to hang out for long..." he said. just this once, and no one will notice. maybe he could introduce you to his close friends this time? "it'll be okay. trust me."

you smiled and climbed on again, clasping the helmet buckle under your chin. "okay."

his bike roared to life, zooming down the streets.

[]

he parked his bike nearby, but far away enough so that it'd look like he walked to the meeting spot. your eyes drank the sight of the crowd down there. you knew who mikey was and what he was involved in, but never actually saw it for yourself.

he pouted. "why do you look so surprised?"

you chuckled. "aw, don't pout. i know you're a hotshot, mikey, but seeing all your guys is a different thing."

"not all of them are my guys." mikey whipped out his phone. "anyways, i want you to meet my sister."

you blinked, whipping your head to face him. he already had the phone to his ear. "now?!"

mikey grinned mischievously. "hey emma? i've got someone here, come to where all the bikes are parked."

after a few minutes, his sister came running up with a groan. "what do you want mikey—oh!" emma's jaw dropped. "a girl?!" she pointed an accusatory finger at mikey. "explain yourself!"

mikey smirked proudly and pulled you closer, his arm strung around your shoulders. "a girlfriend."

"girlfr—?!" emma paced in a frustrated circle. "and you didn't tell me?!"

"yeah, cuz it's supposed to be a secret!" mikey retorted, huffing. "and i know you'd just tell ken-chin or something."

emma gaped at the two of you for a moment. you waved meekly, squeaking a "hi, emma. i'm y/n."

she rushed towards you, clutching your hands in hers. "tell. me. everything."

mikey smiled despite his front of annoyance, ruffling both your heads as he walked by. "come on."

as mikey walked, gang members scurried away to make ample room for their president and the two that flanked him: his sister and who they assumed was her guest. he soon reached the platform where all the captains gathered. his crew looked more curious than confused at your presence.

"oi, emma," draken narrowed his eyes at the blonde, the first to pipe up. "you can't just bring whoever you want to these things."

emma opened her mouth to retort, but mikey nudged her side. that was enough to make her revise what she was going to say. "whatever."

you, on the other hand, were confused, thrown into a whole new environment that you knew nothing about. seeing all these violence-prone tough guys made you feel so small and weak.

mikey observed you as your eyes nervously darted across the crowd of toman. he leaned towards you to whisper while his friends were occupied by a chatty emma, his hair brushing against your ear. "just stay where i can see you and you can see me."

"so, at the front?" you gave him a skeptical look.

"wherever you want, i just wanna see your face." he smiled, eyes closed. heat rose to your face as you cast your gaze elsewhere. dork.

you and mikey were pulled from your own little world when emma huffed and puffed at draken.

"ugh, this is boring anyway!" emma turned on her heels. "come on, y/n!"

"oh! okay..." you blinked and gave mikey a parting glance.

the boys watched the two of you race down the steps.

draken scoffed, standing at mikey's side. "why was that girl looking at you like that?"

mikey smiled to himself, his heart thrumming happily. "dunno. might be in love with me or something."

they all laughed at him. yeah, as if!

"emma, slow down—!" you grunted as you wove through all the boys gathered, ignoring their smirking or curious faces as you desperately tried to keep her flowy blond hair in your sight. but it was dark and the black uniforms didn't help one bit.

you paused, looking around.

you lost her. you cursed and just focused on making your way to the back, being alone around all these weird teenagers didn't sit well with you.

"hey."

the firm grip around your wrist sent chills down your spine. you tugged once in a hopes to slither away but with no luck.

"what're ya doing here?"

you turned to see a group of guys surrounding you. your heart dropped into your stomach. your eyes drifted upwards. you couldn't see over their heads; you couldn't see mikey.

"oh, just hanging out with a friend..." you answered. "i'm gonna go now..."

"hold on, you think we buy that?" the one doing all the talking scoffed. "you're a girl here at a gang meeting, what 'friend' are you visiting, huh?!"

you flinched at the tone, unable to find the words.

"wanna know what i think?" he bent down to look you in the eye. "think you're just looking for attention. what, need a boyfriend, sweetheart?"

you hurriedly shook your hands, staring at them with panic. "no! no, i have one! i have a boyfriend." you hoped that would deter them, you desperately hoped they would leave you alone. your head swiveled around. some were taking amusement in the interaction, others were turning a blind eye.

"really?" he asked.

you found yourself glaring at him, despite the uneven match. "yeah."

the boy paused and surveyed you, his nasty gaze raking over you. his lips curled into a smirk. "ha! why should i believe you?"

you resolve crumbled. you whimpered at the failed attempt to get the fuck out of here which did nothing for your case.

"aw, sad you got found out?" he grinned down at you, shoving his hands in his pockets. "it's okay, we can go somewhere together after this, how about that?"

you scoffed, crossing your arms. "i said i have a boyfriend." who, for all the class he lacked, had way more class than this piece of shit.

that seemed to anger the boy. "quit lyin, we know you ain't got shit."

mikey, please just notice me. you begged silently, hoping for some miracle that'd get you out of this situation.

"did you hear me?" the boy hissed, grabbing your wrists. you gasped and glared at him, pulling against him with all your might. "quit—" he grunted. "cut that out!"

you felt cornered and tears pooled in your eyes. your heart felt almost cold as you let your impulses take over, screaming, "let go!"

mikey was eagerly listening as his captains addressed the gang, but his mind was still looking for you in the crowd. he searched for minutes and still couldn't find anything.

he wilted. was he just a bad boyfriend? not being able to recognize his girl in a crowd?

then he heard murmuring, hushed whispers, before he heard your voice.

"let go!"

his face scrunched and he rose to his feet. let go? who had their hands on you?

he marched to the front of the platform, scanning the crowd with newfound intensity. draken seemed to notice and did the work for him.

"oi!" draken's voice made the gang fall silent. even the guy who acted big froze in front of you. "why the fuck do you have your back turned to your leader when he's addressing you?"

mikey saw a couple boys distance themselves from the commotion, where he saw. anger flared into his body and he itched to beat someone to death.

you were looking at him, completely distraught.

he flew down the stairs, shoving past the members towards you. hatred radiated off him in waves as his eyes never left the sight in front of him. someone—his gang members—were fucking disrespecting you. he felt embarrassed and enraged.

the boy who had pressured you immediately let go. you stumbled backwards before looking at mikey. even now, you didn't know if you should run to him in front of everyone.

your doubts were squashed when he opened his arms. you inhaled deeply. your breath shook as you blinked the tears from your eyes, speedwalking towards him. the silence was killing you. what a reveal, you thought. you didn't care though, just happy to be in mikey's arms.

mikey hugged you tightly, pulling back to observe you for any damage. he ghosted his fingers over your wrists. "did they hurt you?"

you gulped at the menacing edge to his voice. you shook your head. he gave your wrists a soothing squeeze.

the aggressors' eyes flickered between you and their leader.

you smiled sweetly and pointed at mikey, mouthing boyfriend!

they paled.

you grinned. get fucked.

"do you know what you just did?" mikey asked, shrugging off his coat and putting it around your shoulders. he walked past you.

"h-hey... i didn't know—" the guy scrambled backwards, his voice dripping with desperation.

"who cares?" mikey's eyes were cloudy. "even if she weren't mine, are you trying to make toman look bad? if you're gonna be pathetic, do it somewhere else."

the guy took that as a cue to leave, quickly turning around.

"who said you could leave?"

you blinked and he was on the ground, mikey's foot landing gracefully.

"huh?" you mumbled. before you could even process it, he was standing over the other bystanders, holding them by their shirt as he landed punch after punch.

when they were all piles of bones on the floor he stood up, dusting his pants and slipping his hands in his pockets. "you're not welcome in toman. you better not let your faces be seen around here any more or i'll bash your head in."

you pulled the wings of mikey's coat closer to your body. despite the violence, you felt... warm and soothed by mikey's actions.

draken dismissed the meeting and the gang practically ran out of there, eager to get out of mikey's area of impact. the founding members and emma remained.

mitsuya looked sheepish when he asked, "i guess she really was in love with you, huh?"

mikey turned his nose in the air. "of course. why would i lie about that?"

pah scoffed. "do you even know yourself?"

you inched closer to mikey, unsure of your place here. he held you by your waist, reassuring you. your racing heart slowed down, little by little.

"hey." surprisingly, draken looked a little embarrassed, probably because he treated you like some rando when you were mikey's girlfriend. "you... we're not like that brat, okay?"

"yeah, what a disgrace!" pah interrupted, huffing.

"you don't have to be afraid." draken continued, glaring at pah. "just like mikey, we'll look out for you."

you smiled, coming out of mikey's side just a little. "thank you. i'm y/n, by the way."

mitsuya groaned. "oh, now it all makes sense." you voiced a confused hum and he elaborated, telling you that mikey would always go on and on about you. his friends thought you were just a crush of his, and since they'd never saw you they honestly thought you were a figment of his hormonal imagination.

your cheeks burned. "oh... no, i'm totally real."

emma peeked out from behind draken. her eyes were glossy and she sniffed, toddling towards you. "y/nnnn!" she wailed, hugging you. "i'm so sorry!"

you pat her back. "emma, it's not your fault! oh my god. please don't cry!" you looked at mikey for help but he just smiled. that smile faded when he realized that his friends and sister were slowly pushing him outside their little circle, wanting to know everything.

"okay, get off." mikey's demeanor changed in an instant. he slipped in under draken's arm and grabbed your hand, tugging you behind him.

"hey, no fair!" emma exclaimed, running after her brother. "you had her for who knows how long but i can't even get to talk to her for five minutes?!"

mikey sped up, laughing. "she's my girlfriend, not yours!"

"mikey!"

his bright laughter brought a smile to your face. he mounted his bike and made sure you were secure before revving off into the distance, his friends hot on his tail.

you gripped mikey's torso, nuzzling into his back. "thank you."

"don't thank me." mikey replied, quiet. "should've never happened in the first place."

your cheek rested on his shoulder blade, staring at him. his hair cascaded just enough to obscure his eyes from view. "i'm glad i have a strong boyfriend to protect me." you giggled.

his chest puffed with pride. "i am pretty strong."

you rolled your eyes.

"but it's not just us anymore." he turned his head to meet your eyes. "you have a new family, now. and they're all gonna look out for you."

your jaw hurt from how hard you smiled. your heart fluttered. resting your head on his back again, you squeezed him tight.

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the peaceful drive soon turned into a competition when the toman captains tried to race mikey down, determined for answers. emma, who rode on draken's bike, was especially vicious.

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