◦ Setting up a precaution by having darken keep Mikey out of the house while you attempt to work on your hair.
◦ This set up fails when darken call you about how Mikey has escaped meaning he is finding his way back home. Y/n has JUST finished untangling the hair. Y/n only has half an hour top to wash it out before he arrives.
◦ Mikey comes back with bags filled with different hair products and food. He smiles as he hands over the bags hoping this “peace” offering will allow him into the bathroom to help.
◦ He ends up making the wash day last an extra 4 hours but you end up twisting your hair and watching a marvel film with him.
Darken
◦ Would walk around the apartment asking if y/n need anything. Bringing y/n tea and cleaning up when y/n leaves to wash hair.
◦ Don’t be surprised when he remembers to restock the hair products a few days before wash day.
◦ Would attempt to help braid the hair but after a while just suggest to shave your head.
◦ “Come on babe why don’t you twin with me”
◦ Once you are satisfied he would cook some food and cuddle with you the rest of the day
Kazutora
◦ NO fucking way are you doing this at home. Last time y/n tried this Kazutora decided to hide all the products. This almost resulted in a fight and that isn’t worth having again
◦ Changing the days on when to wash your hair is the only best option to keep him away.
◦ Also frequently going to different location is the only possible way to keep him from making a mess.
◦ This doesn’t last long since he is clingy and would rather swallow his pride if that means spending time with you
Chifuyu
◦ Would attempt to look up videos on how to help
◦ Would pass the products over when they are needed
◦ As he is watching y/n he tells her stories and make sure the music is upbeat to help motivate y/n on finishing.
◦ After a few months of watching he would help with untangling and twist
◦ It gets to a point y/n feel all the love and papering from him.
Kokonoi Hajime
◦ Doesn’t even think twice about paying for someone to help you
◦ Doesn’t listen to y/n protesting about the price of having someone help with their hair.
◦ “ You think I don’t have enough money to cover this?”
◦ Y/n enjoy having a personal hairstylist on call and never having to worry about doing their hair.
◦ Koko stay in the room to chat with you and frequently check if y/n is feeling okay
“mikey,” you call mikey‘s name as you shake the blond haired man awake, checking the time as you run a hand through his damp hair. “mikey, baby wake up.”
the blond man groans at your call, yet rather than getting up and opening his eyes to answer to your call, he simply rolls his his left lazily and grabs the pillow above him.
“baby get up.” you say once again, this time, grabbing the pillow away from his face and lightly tapping at his cheek. “mikey—”
you get cut off when he holds your wrist in place. you sigh in relief, thanking the gods that he has finally awaken. but your prayer of thanks gets discontinued when he suddenly pulls you to his side causing a yelp to leave past your lips.
“mikey!” you hiss, your hand propping beside his head, effectively caging him down. however, he stays indifferent and still lays there, unmoving underneath you.
“too loud,” he whines softly, finally opening his eyes like a baby. his black eyes are down turned, as if he were sad, and his pouted lips do not help, his expression shows as if he were pleading. “come to bed, please,”
his sweet little plead leaving past his pouted lips almost make you give in. but you refuse to give in, if it means it‘s for his own goodness.
so you sigh, placing a hand on his cheek once again and caressing the supple skin lightly. “baby, you can‘t sleep with wet hair. you‘ll get sick.” you try to explain.
“but i‘m too tired to wait,” his lips purse together, eyes fluttering open and close. “can we please go to bed?”
you swear your heart skipped two— if not three beats. you find it hard to respond and deny when he leans a bit and kisses your palm. it‘s always hard to deny him when he‘s like this, all sleepy and pouty like a baby.
“baby i know you‘re tired, but you‘ll get sick.” you try to reason again but he once again whines, grabbing your hand and lacing it with his.
“it‘s okay, because if i get sick i‘ll be with you and you‘ll take care of me, then we‘ll spend more time together.” he says with a sleepy smile. “i love it when you take care of me.”
you can‘t help but chuckle, shaking your head lightly before leaning down and kissing his forehead. “well, i suppose it won‘t be that bad.” you say before you turn off the light by the bed and lay beside him.
“i‘ll be in your loving care for the next few days, okay?”
yes, he sure will be in your loving care for the next few days.
cw: mention of nudity at one point? idk if that counts as suggestive, it’s vague
it was quiet once you stopped the movie and returned to the home page of the streaming platform. turning around you faced your boyfriend mikeywhoseside you had been curled into the past hour. “soo,” you wandered off not really knowing what to say after just having finished watching a scary horror movie- although the clarification shouldn’t be necessary because all horror movies are supposed to be scary.
“soo-” he also started. “are you scared?” he looked at you pursing his lips.
you stared back at him for a second as if you had to think about your answer. “yes. are you?” asking him the same question.
he looked away from your eyes for a second running a hand through his- compared to the hair style he wore as a teen- short black hair. “maybe a little,” was all he offered, however when suddenly a random movie trailer started playing on the tv and both of you visibly flinched he quickly turned to you, “okay yeah i am too.”
you were not moving away from his side because admittedly feeling his presence right next to you gave you at least some comfort. you looked at the closed door of your bedroom, “i don’t think i can go to the bathroom right now,” you told him thinking about the darkness of the hallway that led there.
“yeah let’s just,” he looked around the room for a second, “let’s just stay here for a while?” he offered obviously fond of the idea himself.
you nodded. “do you wanna listen to some cringe, happy songs to lighten the mood?” you asked already looking through your music gallery. you did not need to see him nod in confirmation in order to proceed putting on bubbly pop songs which really did loosen up some of the tension in the room so you laid back down into his arms again.
after a few minutes and a few more pop songs you turned around to him again, “mikey i really need to go to the bathroom now.”
he looked back at you nodding in understandment, “okay, i’ll wait here. just scream if you need me.” after a short but intense staring contest he gave up and sat up with you, “or i’ll just go with you.”
you muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ because you really were grateful for his moral support considering you two were the only people in the apartment at the time. once you opened the door of your bedroom you took one of his hands and stepped outside into the dark hallway because the light switch was not directly next to your room. both of you quietly walked to the bathroom and once you got there mikey tried to not make it obvious how quickly he closed the door. you looked at your boyfriend before telling him to 'turn around’.
he looked at you straight-faced as if saying 'are you serious right now’ but you did not move until he sighed and faced the door. “you do know i’ve literally seen you naked before? more than once,” he said unimpressed. it was not like he was going to watch you take care of your business anyway, the extra measure just seemed a bit ridiculous to him considering the stage of your relationship.
you disregarded his comments explaining how this is 'different’. after finishing your business you both returned to your bedroom as soon as possible.
at last you both lay back down on the bed together, making yourselves comfortable in each other’s arms. you turned to mikey one last time pressing a loving kiss to his lips. “i feel safe knowing you’re here,” you said smiling looking into his dark eyes that still held so much love in them.
he returned both the kiss and your smile answering a quiet “me too” before closing the distance between your lips once again and then finally settling down to drift off to a peaceful sleep with you.
the question comes from your curious eyes and love that spills all over him, “how would you kiss me on the day of our wedding?” what does he do?
ft. kakucho, ran, mitsuya, hanma, mikey
cw. fluff, fem!reader mostly, kisses and declarations of love, mitsuya owns a boutique in this
an.request! please i had to include kakucho in this T T c'mere bae @https-leoo also, likes and reblogs help a lot and are very much appreciated!
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it’s pouring rain outside. the atmosphere feels chill and you’re wearing the fluffiest socks you own as you sip on hot cocoa from your favorite cup. your legs hang as you sit on the marbled kitchen countertop. kakucho is making a cup of coffee for him.
the silence that occupies the space between you two feels comfortable and there’s a soft smile on both your faces. “how’s the drink?” he asks, finally turning his attention your way. “it’s good!” you smile wide. and he returns the grin with a hum. your eyes are closed as he walks closer to you, your mind wondering only one thing.
it’s been stuck in your head since you saw that tiktok trend the other day and as your eyes settle on your boyfriend’s figure pouring his coffee onto a cup, you think this might be the perfect time. “kaku,” you call him. “how would you kiss me on the day of our wedding?”
he looks surprised for a moment, but you’re able to see the blush that dusts this pretty face. “our wedding?”
“you don’t wanna marry me?” you know his question is based on pure confusion and surprise but you still pout. so adorable, kakucho thinks as he cups the sides of your face with his large hands. “of course i do,” he chuckles and you can feel the love that pours out of his gaze. it showers on you so gently that you’re in awe.
“then kiss me!” your smile is so wide that for a moment kakucho wishes to treasure it forever. you get off the countertop to stand on your feet. “i’m the bride and you’re the groom!” you’re really unable to hide your little excitement when kakucho holds your waist with gentle hands.
“whatever you want, baby.” his words leave you gasping. your eyes widen for a moment when his lips clash so softly on yours. your hands immediately wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. his kisses remind you of the rain that’s pouring outside your windows. it’s soft, tender, and sublime.
after kakucho pulls away with a sweet smile, his thumbs draw soothing circles on your waist and you can feel your heart beating fast, so fast that you think you might be falling in love with him all over again.
“i wish to live with you forever,” he whispers against your lips before he’s leaning closer for another taste of your lips.
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your eyes trail from your book to your boyfriend. ran just got out of the shower and he walks over to you with his purple locks still wet. he’s only wearing a big loose shirt and grey shorts. he’s so cute, you think. you’re staring at him and you only hopes that he doesn’t notice the wide lovesick smile on your face, but he does.
it makes him smile and he throws the slightly wet towel on your face. “hey!” you shout, though it is lighthearted. “you’re staring again, baby.” ran’s chuckles make your cheeks heat up, and you sit upright on the bed.
you watch as he goes to check his phone but your eyes refuse to leave him, especially his plump pink lips that look even more kissable with him so close to you. it’s a pull, and you swear ran haitani attracts you like a bee to a flower.
“ran,” you call for him as you remember something, it’s a question that has left you giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush before. and tonight, you decide to ask, “can you kiss me like on the day of our wedding?”
his eyes widen, pupils dilating and he swears, you have him all wrapped around your pretty fingers. “kiss you?” he gasps as his hands cup your face gently, his thumb stroking your cheeks. you nod approvingly and ran feels the sweet tug of cupid’s arrow in his heart.
“but there’s a little problem,” he smiles. “i won’t be able to stop myself once i start kissing you.” as your eyes meet his lavender orbs, you chuckle lightly.
“i want you to kiss me with all, every bit of love you have for me in your heart,” you say with your palm flat against his heart. you can feel his heart beating rapidly, so unevenly yet in sync with yours. he leans closer, eyes gradually closing as he feels the softness of your lips on his.
his kiss reminds you of spring when every flower blooms at the soft beaming of the sun. your heart melts when he pulls away with a smile. “i love you so much,” his voice comes low, not above a whisper and you hold onto him a little longer.
“kiss me again.”
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you look at yourself through the mirror. you’re dressed in white, the beautiful gown resembling the wedding gown of your dreams with beautiful embellishments of white pearls and satin ribbons. it hugs your body to adorn your most prominent features. you smile, so wrapped in love.
you hear the curtains of the trail room inside your boyfriend’s boutique sliding. mitsuya walks over to you with an astonished face. “how’s does the dress feel?” he asks finally as he turns to meet your gaze. “it’s amazing. i feel comfortable in this.”
mitsuya stares at you with so much love and you wonder if he ever has plans to marry you someday. but as if your thoughts were answered, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you a little closer but still keeping a little distance to not ruin the gown.
“i’m going to marry you someday. i made this dress for you actually.” his words leave you gasping and you wonder how lucky you are to have someone like him in your life. “takashi,” you gasp as little beads of tears pool in the corners of your eyes.
“hey,” he smiles as he wipes away your tears that spill of happiness and gratitude. “you look stunning.”
“thank you.” you don’t realize the time moving as your hands trail from his chest to his shoulders, and finally wrap around his neck. “can you kiss me like you’d do on our wedding day?” you beam.
he chuckles, eyes glinting in adoration. “yeah.” his words sink as his lips connect with yours. it feels like heaven on earth and it’s just you both. his kisses remind you of eternity and lavender fields. so peaceful and it’s a love that’s promised forever.
there’s no space for you to utter i love yous as he grabs your face and kisses you again and again — till there’s nothing but his sweet taste on your lips.
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the blanket of stars fills the night sky as you walk hand in hand with your boyfriend. hanma’s large hands grip yours tightly and you turn to gaze at him with a sweet smile on your face. “why did you drag me outside?” you ask as you remember seeing him outside your windows just a few minutes ago.
it made you close the door and go on a night stroll around the neighborhood with him. “i just wanted to see you,” his voice is low, but the smile on his face stays. “i missed you too.” it feels so peaceful and you feel the butterflies trying to fly out of your stomach.
no matter how many times you’ve talked to him, no matter how many years its been since you two started dating, he still manages to make you nervous. but you don’t realise the bashful pink hues that spread across hanma’s face every time he sees you smile.
your feet takes you to a small park. it’s empty with only the crescent waning moon blessing you with its glow. “shuji! c’mere!” you giggle as you drag him to the middle of the park. “what are you—” he gasps as you step closer to him, so close that he feels the warmth that emits from your body.
“kiss me underneath the moonlight… just like you’d do on the day of our wedding,” you whisper as if it’s a sacred secret shared only among lovers. “yeah? right now?” he smiles, his hands caressing your face as his thumb strokes your cheekbones. “yeah.”
love feels young and you feel the stars cooing in awe as his lips sink on yours. your hands rest on his sturdy shoulders and you feel his muscles flexing as he pulls you closer to his body. hanma truly believes that roses are jealous of your lips — its rosy hues and softness that can never be compared to a flower petal makes him crazy.
he pulls away after a short while with a fond smile. you close your eyes feeling his thumb stroking your lower lip softly. so beautiful, he thinks. and as his eyes meet yours again, you feel breathless and so in love. “i don’t think i did it right,” he leans in once more. “let’s kiss again.”
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there’s a soft summer breeze that brushes your hair as you sit next to mikey on the balcony of your house. it’s filled with flowery plants that you just finished watering. the view in front of you is much more peaceful, which is filled with greenery, and beautiful butterflies that flutter their wings.
the birds coo a melodic song as they fly away from one branch to another and it all has mikey mesmerized. you’re awestruck at the adorning smile that bleeds on his lips. you sigh content as you lay your head on his shoulder.
he hums as you gaze at him and mikey swears, you’ve taken all the breath around him as his eyes are fixed on your smile. at that moment, you look like an ethereal angel with a divine smile. “your smile is beautiful,” he whispers and it only makes you smile wider.
the eye contact you both share is intense as you lose yourself in the maze that is his eyes. “manjiro,” your voice comes low as your eyes avert from his eyes to his lips that long for warmth. “could you kiss me like you would on our wedding day?”
you lean into his touch as he brushes a hair strand behind your ears lovingly. “you want to marry me?” he chuckles, but he feels the erratic beating of his heart, losing all its rhythm and he wonders how you still manage to make him flustered.
“of course i do. you’re everything i’ve ever hoped for.” you think it’s a simple answer, yet mikey finds him thanking all the gods and the universe for an angel that is you. “you don’t realize what you do to me, do you?” you hum at his words.
as you close your eyes, you feel the warmth of his lips on yours, and so tenderly it moves in sync with yours. mikey lets his emotions spill into the kiss and it always makes your heart fill with his love. “i love you, manjiro,” you whisper as he pulls away only to place a sweet kiss on your forehead.
-have you gone insane, mikey?! -emma! your dolls are dead! -no! mikey! i’m sorry!
kindergarten it’s a weird period of a person’s life. and to manjiro sano, it was no exception
he couldn’t complain though. barely assisting to the classroom, spending the day eating in his seat, watching other kids do the things that, well, kids do. and ignoring his exhausted and poorly paid teachers, observing them while they attempted to get the class attention, unimpressed and mostly bored. he has always been a reserved and mature (only when he felt like it) kid. certainly one of a kind
there were actually just a few things he could count with his palm that caught his attention, but they were all outside school and all involving his older brother at some point 1. his motorcycle 2. his gang 3. all types of candy 4. showing off his talent at the dojo 5. and his brother somewhat girlfriend this last point, we could say, it’s the most important for him now
it was tuesday, and on tuesdays, mikey has a two hours class with miss yukishi, an elder woman that imparts writing to the lower grades. she has decades of experience at his school and an impeccable record in the field of teaching
mikey didn’t like her class at all, simply because he always had work to do as shameless as it sounds, and she smelled like rosemary and wet soil much to mikey’s disguise. but she was kind after all, one of the few professors that managed to get him to focus. and on that particular day, he felt like attending and giving her a chance. mistake or not, he was surely glad he took the decision to be present
the assignment for the day, was writing a note with a minimum extension of 10 words, to whoever he wanted about any topic. his options were:
his older brother, no. he is dumb his little sister, no. she will make fun of him his grandpa, no. he is busy and he probably don’t like those kind of things keisuke from the dojo, no. he is even dumber y/n from his brother middle school oh, y/n from his brother middle school
young manjiro thought about love the same way he felt about santa claus. an illusion, something that makes people freak out, and act stupidly. he was used to feel embarrassed of his brother and the weird things he did for girls, so he swore to the gods that he would never lacerate his dignity like that. until he met you
see, he never felt attracted to any of his classmates, of course not. girls his age were missing teeth, wore funny pigtails, used too much glitter on their school artwork and were extremely nosy. they bothered him. while you, you were quiet and sweet, way too tall compared to his diminute height, your hair was perfectly combed and you always smelled nice. besides, the best thing of all, you hanged around his house sometimes, and you always watched him practice at the dojo, complimenting him and bringing him snacks. you were amiable, you were pretty
and he likes pretty things he likes pretty victory, he likes pretty praise, he likes pretty candy, he likes pretty girls like you
so one day, he definitely saw why his brother was whipped for you, he understood it and reciprocated it, much to shinichiro’s misfortune
he vividly remembers a few nights ago, catching the two of you sharing a few pecks on the lips in his house backyard, when you both thought no one would see you. and it certainly was a strange feeling for him, like when you want something from a store and you arrive just in time to see that someone else is taking the last piece, exactlylike that. he was mad, he frowned, and he went to sleep without having dinner
a very much concerning thing coming from him
in that moment, he decided that he was taking action by himself, and with miss yukishi most recent assignment, he had a plan
you might have shared some kisses or whatever disgusting things, but he knew his older brother was a dumbass and that he probably hasn’t asked you out yet. so he was taking advantage on that later, mostly like plan b. for now, the card was his holy grail
a couple of classes later, staying a few hours after school time for practicing, some elderly advices for troubles with the ladies and thousands of attemps in the trashing can, he finally wrote something eligible. miss yukishi was patient and she was good at what she did, so little manjiro finally accepted her to what she truly was, a great teacher
now, he just had to give it to you
buthow?
it shouldn’t be that hard, right?
-how did you dare to write stuff like this to my girl?! you tryin’ to ask her out or something?!
the thing is that, emma found the card under mikey’s pillow while roaming curiously on his room and she had the brilliant idea to run to shinichiro and make fun of him together. it seemed like a good plan for starters, until the older one figured out who the card was for, and his burlesque smile turned into a disgusted grimace
-she is not your girl yet! you are a coward enough to not make a move, so i will beat you to it!
lie his brother was a lot of things to him, a prick, a pathetic gangster wannabe and a lovefool. but shinichiro sanowasnota coward, and he was just talking things that he knew would get on his nerves. a risky road to take, indeed
-that’s so not happening! and it is actually not your problem! thank god emma told me about this -she is a snitch! snitches deserve to die!
the little girl was hiding under his big brother’s leg, fearing for her life and the safety of her toys. fat, hot tears falling from her cheeks, regretful. that’s just how kids were, doing things without thinking. she didn’t expect all of this to happen, not at all
-hey! apologize to her! and to me too! how can you stab your brother from the back like that, huh?! -you both can kiss my butt! -you little shi-
-good evening, grandpa sano. can i come in?
the three pair of eyes gleamed and directed down the hall at the same time, where your voice was heard
-she is here!
emma screamed and mikey jumped to snatch the piece of paper from his brother’s hand, running to you -give me that! -no! y/n! don’t read anything he gives you!
you were just greeting the old man, and in an instant, you felt the three of them ambushing you
-hi y/n. this is for you, i wrote it. open it now- mikey was sweating and clinging to your waist, subsequently grabbing your hand and carefully placing the piece of paper inside. it was not just paper, actually. it was his tiny heart, his innocent emotions harboring for the first time, all of this, in your palm -huh? are you guys okay? -please don’t- shinichiro was practically on the floor, with pleading eyes. what the hell was going on? -please hurry, could you read it now? -o-okay, calm down you too
they didn’t even greet you, and you noticed emma’s watering eyes, something you will take care of after this mess. you needed to open it
and when you did, it had the words
you are sweet like dorayaki that is why i like you
mikey
it was done, you read it. he followed your eyes scan the paper in front of him, his effort, his feelings. everything stood there, freezed. relying on your reaction, waiting. certainly not patiently, but waiting
he was, nervous? he doesn’t really know. his heart felt like stopping from how fast it was beating, and he was breathing so harshly that he even felt dizzy for a moment. this is all new to him, and he wasn’t sure if he was really enjoying it anymore
so this is love? ew
until you crouched in front of him, and folded the tiny piece of paper on a square, holding it close to your chest. you looked at him tenderly, and smiled
-this is really nice of you, manjiro. your writing improved a lot, i’m very proud of you- you even noticed that -you really think so?- his eyes were glowing. compliments fell on his ears every once in a while, in the dojo and sometimes at school. but hearing it from you was a diferent level, you were thatspecial, and you had no idea -yeah, of course. and also, you know i like you too, mikey you leaned closer and smooched his left cheek twice, leaving marks of your cherry chapstick all over it -be good, okay? and be sure to thank miss yukishi for teaching you what you now know, treat her nicely and be grateful always, can you do that for me? you were well aware of his blind hatred to miss yukishi, and with this, you hoped he learned a lesson. he was a kid after all, and he still needed to learn about a lot of things -sure thing. can i ask you something too? you hummed, stroking his hair gently, placing his gold locks behind his ear, carefully listening his words -can you give me another kiss? -hey!
before shinichiro could even bark again, you grabbed his face and another big loud kiss was now planted on his right cheek. from all the smeared balm you couldn’t really see if it was a natural nervous blush or the cosmetic pigment, but you decided to believe it was the first option, and your smile went wider -there. now i payed my debt, right? -can i have another? -absolutely not, go get a shower or something. we are going out- shinichiro interrupted, stepping between your crouched figure and his brother -whatever, mom -yeah, yeah. go to your room, you smurf
-thanks again mikey, i loved it
you loved it
-before you leave, i want to know something
you and shinichiro were going out together, and he was staying at home, as usual. other times, when the two of you spend time alone, he is left with this certain sensation of emptyness that makes him sleepy and uneasy. but now, this feeling in his heart is due the way he emptied it completely that night, he wasn’t glad you were his brother’s, but you were aware of how he felt, and not only that, you even said you liked him too, so he was content. you even kissed him three times
he was so ready for not washing his face in months and running tomorrow to the dojo to show keisuke your marks on his cheeks
oh, first love
-are you serious right now? -let him talk, shin- the older one rolled his eyes, squeezing your hand tighter
-can i be next? -next in what? -when you get rid of my brother, can i be your next man? -are you sure you are four years old, manjiro? -sadly, yes -that’s it, you are done
