manjirou sano + letter M from the fanfic alphabet for anonymous
pairing:manjirou sano x reader
theme:mutual pining
warnings:nothing i can think of?
fandom:tokyo revengers
Emma loved to joke that the only reason you came over to her house for sleepovers anymore was because of her brother. Whenever she’d say that you’d try to silence your best friend by placing a hand over her mouth. Meanwhile Emma would just giggle at your embarrassment.
That was exactly the joke the girl had made as you hung out in her bedroom. Your face grew hot as you sat crossed legged in your pajamas. It wasn’t like you didn’t know that your crush on Mikey was a bit obvious but you wished Emma wouldn’t tease you about it so much.
“It’s not funny” you mumbled. “And could you please keep your voice down? What if Mikey walked by and heard you?!”.
Emma scoffs at this. “If Mikey hasn’t figured out that you like him by now then my brother is an even bigger idiot than I thought”.
Rolling your eyes, you give up arguing with her. Instead you excuse yourself so you could go to the bathroom. Leaving Emma behind, you wander through the Sano’s house. You’re still so flustered by what Emma said that you’re not really paying attention to where you’re going. You only realize he’s in the hallway with you when you run straight into his chest.
“Oh hi [Y/N]-san, funny bumping into you here” a familiar voice chuckles. With wide eyes you look up to find Mikey smiling softly back at you. Immediately upon meeting those playful eyes you loved so much you became a flustered mess.
“M-Mikey-kun, h-hi” you stammered, covering your face with your hand to hide any hint of what was going through your head. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t see you”.
“It’s okay” Mikey assures, swiping some of his blonde hair out of his face.
It seems like he’s going to say something more but then Draken’s voice comes echoing from around the corner. “Hey Mikey, what’s taking you so long?” The talker boy suddenly appears. Looks like you’re not the only friend of the Sano children who’s sleeping over. “Oh what’s up, [Y/N]?” Draken greets when he sees you.
You fail to give a proper response. Instead you whispered a nervous “s-sorry again. See you later Mikey-kun”. With that you scamper off, completely forgetting that original reason you had left Emma’s room. Mikey watches you go with a fond expression which doesn’t go unnoticed by Draken.
“I don’t know why you don’t just ask them out,” says Ken-chin.
This idea earns a shake of the head from Mikey. “To them I’m probably just Emma’s older brother. I doubt they’d be interested” Mikey insists.
Draken groans. He is by no means an expert but even he can tell that you and Mikey’s feelings for each other are mutual. But, seeing no point in bickering with him, Draken just shrugs. “So are we going to the kitchen to get snacks or what?”.
— summary; in which you mistake the leader of bonten for a homeless man, and offer him money
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❋ Of course, it would rain on the day of your job interview.
❋ A loud retort of thunder brings the rain pouring down, sending people into a panic. Umbrellas go up in the crowd, and those without them hastily find shelter in shops or quicken their pace to get out of the rain.
❋ You have a pocket umbrella in your bag, but it’s completely forgotten in your panicked haste to escape the thunder and the drizzle.
❋ You end up taking shelter in an ornate parapet with a young man about your age, as you try to brush droplets of rain from your clothes and face. He spares you only an indifferent passing glance, but the bleakness in his eyes frightens you. You’ve never seen anyone look so desolate, so utterly broken. It’s almost if there’s no life in him. He looks as grey as death with deep shadows etched upon the angles and planes of his breath-taking face.
❋ You stand beside him in silence, sensing that he probably isn’t one for small talk. Instead, you check the weather reports on your phone, relieved to find out that this is just a passing shower. And indeed, the sudden downpour already seems to be lightening into a drizzle.
❋ “Here, take this.” You unzip your bag and push your umbrella towards him. And though he takes it from you, his eyes remain as blank as ever. “It’s fine, I’ll be out of the rain in a bit!”
❋ You fumble with your purse, and withdraw a thin fold of cash, which is also pressed into his hands. This time, his mask slips for just a second. But as soon as the dull surprise registers in his face, it’s gone, sealed away behind cold grey eyes and an expression carved from marble. “You should also probably buy something nice to eat or find a place to stay for the night.”
❋ It’s with a last smile and a quick wave that you’re on your way. The icy rain trickles down the back of your scarfless neck, but the discomfort lasts for only a short time. You soon duck into a twenty-story office building, a sleek spire of gleaming grey that pierces the clouds.
❋ The interior is just as awe-inspiring, with golden-veined marble floors and walls, and brushed aluminium security desk and turnstiles. A very pretty receptionist shows you into a spacious glass-walled meeting room furnished with a spacious table of dark wood table and at least twenty matching chairs.
❋ The meeting room boasts floor-to-ceiling views of the impressive Tokyo skyline, as you take a seat, you find yourself nearly wilting in relief that you’ve managed to arrive on time. You have no idea what Bonten will do to late-comers, but considering your first encounter with them … You have a vague inkling that it can’t be anything good.
❋ The man who enters the room introduces himself as Takeomi Akashi. He’s tall, and dressed in a fine grey suit, a pink shirt and a maroon tie. His hair is slicked back, away from his face, and his eyes almost seem to be assessing you with a shrewd gaze. An unlit cigarette dangles between his lips.
❋ He pages through your resume and must like what he sees, for he nods approvingly and almost smiles at you. “Ordinarily, you would be interviewed by someone else, but you came … Highly recommended from Ran and Rindou.”
❋ Ah. Right. How could you forget the day those two barged into your clinic at closing time, held you at gunpoint, and demanded that you treat a pink-haired co-worker of theirs? And then proceeded to offer you a job as Bonten’s doctor before the blood had so much as dried upon your latex gloves.
❋ You grimace. “Thanks?”
❋ Akashi, thankfully, doesn’t comment on the expression on your face, but instead begins asking you questions, ones you’re sure would never be asked in a normal job interview. What benefits can you bring to the organization? Have you ever fired a gun? Have you ever thought about killing someone?
❋ And so it goes. You answer the questions as best as you can, and you think that you’ve been sitting with Akashi for about ten minutes when the door to the conference room opens, and the man from the bus stop strides into the room.
❋ You do a double take, but the man doesn’t even give you a second glance as he breezes by you and conducts a hushed conversation with Akashi. You hastily glance out the window and try to lose yourself in the stunning views, trying to give them some semblance of privacy. The conversation is brief, and is over as suddenly as it had begun. The man from the bus stop leaves, and it’s just you and Akashi once again.
❋ “Congratulations.” Akashi says, and the frown on his face smoothens out. “Welcome to Bonten.”
❋ You have no doubt in your mind that the man from the bus stop had come in to pull some strings, and you frown, still confused. You crane your neck, trying unsuccessfully to catch a last glimpse of the stranger. “Uh, can he do that?”
❋ “Hire you?” At your nod, Akashi says, “He’s our boss. Didn’t you know that?”
— summary; you wipe the blood from rindou’s face, and the small gesture leaves him speechless
— notes;this is a birthday present for one of my best friends, @drowsydandere. thank you for always being there for me, i really appreciate you, and i’m super glad we bonded over our love for khr!
❋ You love your job in Bonten, you really do, but sometimes the sheer incompetence of your colleagues makes you want to tear your hair out.
❋ You’re engaged in a heated argument with one of the drivers over the phone that yes, the shipments are most certainly due today, you’ve checked the papers over three times, and if he still isn’t convinced, he can check with Koko and see for himself.
❋ Rubbing at your temples, you disengage from the call with a tired sigh. You even manage to muster a wan smile for the two executives, who are peering into your office with unabashed curiosity, most likely drawn to your raised voice and barely concealed anger. “Hello Ran, hello Rindou.”
❋ “Hello, [NAME].” Ran says, eloquent as ever when compared to his younger brother, who always seems tongue-tied in your presence. “Rough day?”
❋ “Not as rough as yours, apparently.” You say dryly, noting how the brothers are both dressed in brand-new suits, completely differently attired from when you’d last seen them. “Rindou, you still have a little blood on your face.”
❋ “Where?” Rindou says, and his voice sounds a little high when you inch closer to him, right into his personal space. All he can see is the softness of your skin, and the hair framing your face. In his fluster, his hand flies to his cheek, and begins scrubbing at what he imagines to be a patch of dried blood. “Here?”
❋ You could swear that Rindou sometimes has difficulty talking to you, and even looking at you, though you can’t imagine why. You’ve always tried to be nice to him, smiling at him whenever you pass by in the halls, bringing him cups of coffee whenever he looks particularly frazzled … Acts which Sanzu and Ran take particular pleasure in seeing you perform, Rindou much less so.
❋ “No, not there – A little to the left – You know what, just let me help.”
❋ After watching as Rindou unsuccessfully tries to clean the blood from his face, you pull out a handkerchief and start dabbing at his face. Tenderly and gently, much in the way that a loving spouse would do for their husband.
❋ If it’s even possible, you’ve inched even closer to Rindou. This close, he can smell the faint scent of your perfume, feel the warmth radiating from your skin. And you, you continue using that white square of cotton to clean the face of a hardened criminal, who finds himself rapidly softening under your careful ministrations.
❋ Ran watches his brother, and tries to muffle his smile with the back of his hand. He supposes that Rindou should count himself lucky; he would never have heard the end of it from Sanzu if the other executive had been present.
❋ Once Rindou’s skin is spotless once again, you tuck your handkerchief back into your pocket, and your suddenly graceless hand drops back to your side. Rindou still isn’t saying anything, but his face seems to be tinged pink, and your smile changes into something a touch more hesitant as you back away.
❋ “Thank you.” Ran says, when the silence stretches on for far too long, and when it becomes clear that Rindou’s mind is still clouded by his affections for you. Ran’s smile is tinged with amusement. He tilts his head thoughtfully, letting his violet gaze linger first on you, then on Rindou. “I’m sure that my little brother would like to thank you too, once he has recovered the use of his voice.”
❋ After that, Rindou doesn’t speak to his brother for the whole day.
— summary; you think that sanzu looks good with his hair up, and tell him exactly that
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❋ You bump into Sanzu, Ran and Rindou as they’re leaving the interrogation room. You’re deep in conversation with the resident nurse, but you don’t miss the frown twisting up Sanzu’s face. Blood is splattered across his suit, and he’s scrubbing at his skin with a towel to remove the last few flecks still clinging stubbornly to his face and his hair.
❋ He’s grumbling to Ran and Rindou about how messy the last session was, and how it’ll take him ages to get the blood out.
❋ You tell the nurse to go on ahead, and walk over to Sanzu, who arches an eyebrow at your approach.
❋ “Let me help. This should make it easier, and the blood won’t get into your hair next time.”
❋ Whisking your fingers through Sanzu’s hair, and inwardly marvelling at how silky smooth the strands feel against your skin, you gather his hair up into a high ponytail and secure it with the fuzzy scrunchie from your wrist.
❋ “You look cute like this. You should wear your hair up more often.”
❋ You smile shyly at him, and hurry to catch up with the nurse.
❋ You don’t see how Sanzu’s face turns a bright shade of red as his mind finally registers your words, or hear the choked, funny sound caught in his throat.
❋ Ran and Rindou do, though. And they make no attempts to conceal their amusement once you’re out of earshot. Bursting into loud, boisterous laughter, making weird and grotesque faces, and puckering their lips. Mimicking your voice, and cooing at Sanzu, “Oh, Sanzu, you’re so handsome with your hair up! I’m in love with you, Sanzu! Let’s get married, Sanzu!”
❋ Basically, they do everything in their power to piss off Sanzu. And it works. He flips them off, and leaves in a huff, trying to ignore the sound of laughter grating incessantly upon his nerves.
❋ The next day, you catch a glimpse of Sanzu wearing his hair up, in the exact style you said you’d liked.
❋ And when you smile at him once again, Sanzu has to ignore the fluttering in the pit of his stomach … And the mocking laughter coming from Ran and Rindou by his side.
