#✍️ tokrev in-qo

What if TokyoRev is a whole joke from Mr. Wakui and this is actually what happened behind the scene^◇^

Wakasa, at Shinichiro’s funeral: I need a moment with him.

Everyone, leaving: Of course.

Wakasa, leaning over Shinichiro’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. That’s enough pranking for today. I know you’re not dead.

Shinichiro: Yeah, no shit.

(Y/n): Where are your parents?

Hanma: What are parents?

(Y/n):

(Y/n):….Hanma?

Hanma:Hm?

(Y/n): Do you need a hug?

Ran:I’m this close to falling in love with (y/n).

Rindou: Your fingertips are touching.

Ran:Exactly.

Ran: So… what would you do if you were in bed with me?

(Y/n): Depends. Is your bed comfortable?

Ran:Yes.

(Y/n): I’d sleep.

Ran:

Ran:ಥ﹏ಥ

Sanzu & Rindou: *wheezing somewhere in the background*

(Y/n): Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos—

Hanma: —I wrote you a poem.

(Y/n), already crying: You did?

(Y/n):Someone care to explain why we have 6 dogs in our apartment?

Hanma: They’re golden retrievers, (y/n). They retrieve gold. I did this for us.

Takemichi: So, what is Draken to you?

Mikey: The reason I wake up every morning.

Takemichi: …that’s adorable.

Draken, earlier that morning, barging into Mikey’s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

Takemichi, before the start of every arc: Hello, my name is Failure, and you’re watching my life crumble into pieces.

Takemichi: *waves his finger and sings like he’s in a Disney Channel intro*

(Y/n), walking off to hand Rindou his morning coffee while humming with a smile: I’m running low on serotonin—

Sanzu, sitting in a corner with his knife in a pillow: *through gritted teeth* —chemical imbalance got me twisting things

Ran, with Rindou’s glasses on his nose : oh, how someone wish this pillow is his nemesis.

Kazutora: Do you think when butterflies are in love that they feel humans in their stomach?

(Y/n): Tora. Darling. Honey. Love of my life. What the FUCK ?

Shinichiro: Does age matter?

Wakasa: Depends. Why do you ask?

Shinichiro: I’m just checking to see if I can eat something from the kids menu.

Narration: Hanmas is, by far the most unique association of four scatter-brains brought together for no particular reason.

Can’t believe? Have a look yourself at what happens when they are presented with a locked door:

Chifuyu:*finds the key*

Kisaki: *pick the lock*

Hanma:*kicks it down*

Takemichi:*knock*

Ran: Tommorrow’s garbage day.

Rindou: I can’t believe they made a whole day dedicated to you.

Mikey: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

(Y/n): Aww (〃ω〃)

Mikey:With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

(Y/n):Ohh ( T_T )

Kisaki: What are you, 5?

Hanma [snorts]: yeah, 5 heads taller than you

Kisaki:

Hanma:

Hanma:I’m sorry please don’t kill me

Kisaki:What the hell are you doing?

Hanma, writing on paper: Finalizing my will. I want my body donated to science when I die.

Kisaki: Oh. That’s really… what they say… nice of you—

Hanma:So those science dorks can see what a perfect body looks like at least once in their lives.

Kisaki: