Which Tokyo Revengers' S Boyfriend Do You Get?

amusing beginnings.

premise: the dramatic prelude of a tale spun by the workings of fate, weaved with strings of scarlet linking futures untold. this is a story of innocence, of unforeseen encounters offering no clue of a romance that will blossom much, much later — this is how you begin together, yet there is no telling if there will ever be a proper conclusion for the prose you call love.

or, plainly speaking, a series of meet-cute scenarios i am far too lazy dedicating individual fics for. i just wanted to sound smart about it.

includes: xiao & itto !

xiao, a friend from an mmo game

moving to a different town and entering a new school in the middle of the year... are inconvenient. friend groups within the class had already been established, and badgering your seatmate to put up with your presence during lunch break or free time outside of lessons when you just don't click together as friends doesn't sound very appealing.

it doesn't help that you aren't extroverted, bumbling and awkward as you try to interact with others more. but if you don't want to feel like a loser for the entire year, you'd have to exert some effort to make friends.

so when you hear about a multiplayer game everyone's been raving about, you thought that was your chance to fit in — after all, if you had common interests with your classmates, couldn't you invite them to play together or something?

thus, you download the game, lament the astronomical numbers of space it took up in your storage, and experiment with the controls until you get more familiar with them.

except some high-leveled assholes who have nothing better to do keep killing your poor level 1 in-game character, armed with a dull sword, starter equipment, and flimsy armor that had no way to defend against level 41 fire blasts, and wait until you respawn to do it all over again. with this hindering your progress, you couldn't complete the main quest in order to advance to the next area.

they taunt you in the world chat, too obnoxiously prideful for someone miserable enough to pick on amateurs, and that's when he appears:

geared in what looks like expensive armor, equipped with rare weapons retrieved from the highest difficulty of dungeons, his name written in bright front and his level, 174, just above it. alatus, his ID reads.

it takes him no more than one move to wipe them all out.

what are you doing? he types in the world chat. hurry up and go before they respawn.

thank you so much!!!!! you reply with a flurry of exclamation points and emotes, shocked that you'd run into someone so high leveled right off the bat. the other players in the server watching the spectacle seem to think he's intimidating and steered clear of him, making a wide circle around you.

though he told you to hurry up, he lingers by your side, almost like he's guarding you. he escorts you all the way until you finish the main quest, not speaking a word and only silently killing surrounding enemies too high for your level.

you wonder if it would be too cheeky of you to send a friend request; he's one of the best in the server, boasting all kinds of achievements and artifacts in his player profile. why would he be interested in befriending a newbie like you?

you're terrible at this, he sends in the chat. this is the first i've seen anyone flubbing basic attacks. don't just press any button you see.

you cringe. his words are harsh but truthful. you kept pressing the wrong buttons to dodge and always receive the brunt of the attacks.

however, you pause when a notification flashes on your screen: player alatus has sent you a friend request! accept or decline?

jolting, you scramble to click accept, lest he take it back last minute. can he even do that? whatever. following that is a present from a friend sent to your mailbox, a pair of level 50 dual blades and defensive armor. they pale in comparison to his current gear, but they're plenty powerful for normal players, especially for an amateur who barely just reached level 7 after grinding some missions (and with help).

old equipment. needed to clear out my inventory, he adds, as if he doesn't want you to get the wrong idea.

you've lost track for the amount of times you've thanked him in the past hour or so, and you try to send more exclamation points and different emotes so you wouldn't appear like a broken record. though i appreciate everything, can i ask you why you're helping a new player like me? you ask tentatively, eager to hear his answer.

there isn't much else you can do at this level. that's all there is to it. and you were pitiful.

...kind of pretentious, but okay...

can i play with you again some other time? you type before the thought of wanting to do so even registers in your mind. not just so you can help me. it's been really fun spending time with you!!!

three minutes of silence pass. your confidence to reach out and make friends shriveled up and died.

sure.

then, later, i usually play at evening or at midnight. our schedules might not line up.

there's no problem! i stay up most nights, too!

then i'll see you some other time. i'm logging off.

relief crashes over you, only dwindling when alatus has gone offline. he was fine with being friends... and promised to play together again in the future... well, maybe not promise, but something like it, and that's enough.

--

the months fly by, and opposed to your prior concerns, you fit in class just fine. playing the mmo game to have a common interest with your classmates was the right move, and it had opened ways for you to connect with others more through other similar hobbies.

but even after you achieved your goal, you didn't drop the game. you're not the most avid player, but you grind dungeons a normal amount, clearing time-limited events if you find them entertaining enough.

it's mostly just to spend time with alatus, though.

alatus, or xiao as you later learned after you exchanged your real names, is quite the charmer. not that you've ever seen his face; he is just... cute, in general. he appears gruff and intimidating, but really, he's an awkward guy who can't act soft because it's “undignified.”

you think he is sweet and kind, though you'll never say it to his face since it'll only make him feel embarrassed. not only does he come to save you each time you tell him you're having a hard time defeating a boss in your private chat, and he gives away precious weaponry and potions to you exclusively as if any other player wouldn't willingly hand over all their gold just to get a piece of it, he makes a great listener.

you have a bad habit of rambling and getting immersed in your thoughts at late hours of the night. you speak of your insecurities, your weaknesses, your fears, and he listens even if he doesn't type a reply all throughout your flood of messages. he keeps his response concise, but they're thoughtful advice, ones that you take into heart. he's a comforting figure, regardless of being a stranger behind a screen.

sometimes, you like to think you're sorta the same for him. xiao isn't as straightforward as you when he wants company, but he asks if you can stay online longer than usual, just to talk or to do the more relaxing tasks in the game. he trusts you to an extent, enough to offer exchanging real names at least.

enough to ask you to marry him.

your in-game character, of course! what else could that possibly mean?! okay, so you may have nearly fallen out of your chair in shock when he sent you a marriage proposal through chat of all things, but that's all it means! nothing more!

there was a couples-exclusive event dungeon, and the loot was desirable. some beautiful skins for pure cosmetic, and also a power-enhancing ring that you couldn't find anywhere else. xiao, the game nerd that he is, couldn't pass it up.

so yeah. technically, you can say you married him.

it was a hot topic at some point. alatus was one of the best players in the server, notorious for his aversion to cooperating with others, and he hadn't married anyone despite all the rewards you could reap with the marriage function.

then there's you, level 47, not especially skilled in anything, not especially appealing in your character's outward appearance, and not especially... notable. the very meaning of an average player, so to speak. he specifically chose you, but nobody could understand why.

well. whatever. the marriage is old news already. the present hottest news is the huge gaming convention to come in two weeks. fans are hyping it up and you'd be lying if you said you weren't excited too. in fact, your friends already made plans with you to come on a weekend.

when you talk to xiao about it, there's a rare moment of hesitance before he types out a reply, almost like the times where he gets nervous before asking you a favor.

are you going too? you ask, grinning to yourself.

yeah, he answers back. a minute and a half of silence.

then, startlingly, do you want to meet up?

you've always doubted the feasibility of choking on air before, but after experiencing it firsthand, you learn that anything really is possible. including meeting the elusive guy you've had a massive crush on, no matter how unlikely it seemed.

--

you are severely late.

but! for good reason! you'd hate to look like a hobo, so you made sure to dress nicely! ...maybe too nicely for a gaming convention where everyone will be sweaty and icky, but better prepared than sorry!

somehow, i'm not even surprised, reads xiao's text — yes! you exchanged numbers! — and you can picture him scoffing at the other end. don't rush and trip in the middle of running. i'm not going anywhere.

you ignore the way your heart skips a beat at that and focus on getting there safely. he said to do just that, after all. but while waiting at the crosswalk, you wonder what xiao really looks like... would he be tall and scary? or unexpectedly soft and cute?

in all honesty, you should've sent pictures of yourselves to identify each other easier at the venue, but against your better judgment, you suggested only describing your attire and keeping your appearances a secret because the mystery is “fun” and it'd be nicer to see each other for the first time face to face. (you've only been trying to prolong your inevitable death, because whatever he looks like, you're bound to fall deeper anyway.)

i'm here, you text to him, beginning to anxiously look around your surroundings. he said to meet up at the entrance, and there are more people than you expected...

i'll find you. stay by the first advertisement banner at the front.

alright!

you bite your lip, clammy hands holding your phone tightly. you're a lot more nervous than you thought you would be. did you look okay? you've asked your friends over and over again if you looked presentable, enough times to annoy them, probably. you styled your hair differently too... you wonder if it looks weird. xiao said he would be wearing a green jacket and dark pants, and he had piercings in his ear, and then you can't remember what else because oh my god, what does xiao look like with piercings in his ear.

you snap out of your thoughts when a path opens up in front of you. first, there are disgruntled noises from people being pushed away, then they disappear like wisps of smoke the second after. quiet gasps of surprise come from the group of girls nearby, and if you had to guess, it would likely be a good-looking cosplayer passing by.

the figure stops in front of you, sneakers in your line of sight where you stare blankly at the floor. slowly, your eyes rake up — dark fitting jeans, a trail of silver chains disappearing under the hem of a green jacket, a white shirt printed with dragons...

you're reluctant to glance anywhere higher above the line of his neck.

“[name]?”

fuck.

it's him.

you take a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut. then you look up, properly.

you see golden eyes, specks of stars glittering in his irises.

his skin is pale, pink from the warm sun. his lips are pink too, a traitorous part of your mind marvels, slightly parted in surprise and shaped around an o. his hair is dark, tied up into a messy ponytail, sharp tips dyed in teal poking his cheek, framing the sides of his face.

oh no. he's hot.

he is so hot.

and he's staring at you.

“x... xiao?” your voice comes out strangled. embarrassingly. oh god. you are so fucked.

his face grows redder, and he scratches his cheek. “...that's me.”

silence.

you have to say something.

“do you... want to go outside?” he coughs into a fist. “the event has already started.”

“uh, yeah! sure! of course!” you ramble, walking past him in the hopes you wouldn't make a bigger fool of yourself. your face looks weird, surely. “i can't wait to see the cosplayers! they're also announcing a new chapter for the main story today, aren't th-”

“wait.”

he catches your wrist. you stop breathing, at risk of choking on air again.

“it's crowded.” his hand curls tighter. oh no. “don't get lost.”

“i won't, what are you talking about?” you laugh awkwardly. seeing him, hearing him, touching him, is such a strange thing.

“i wouldn't be surprised if you did.” his fingers dip lower, fitting in the spaces within yours. properly holding your hand. oh. oh. “so don't wander off without me.”

“yeah.” you're positively breathless. “yeah. i won't.”

he squeezes your hand. you're not looking at him directly, but you see him tilting his head at the corner of your eye. “...no complaints about this?”

“none at all.”

“okay.” he squeezes again. carefully, tenderly. his palms are sweaty. at least that tells you you're not the only one nervous. “if you say so.”

itto, a delinquent in the downpour

arataki itto is an idiot.

an idiot who keeps picking fights with people he can't beat, and kujou sara tells him off for it. an idiot who grabs the last piece of fried chicken on the table, agrees to thoma's proposal for a battle of rock-paper-scissors to get it, only for itto to lose each time. an idiot who bets on his entire deck of trading cards in his beetle fights, never truly realizing the risk until he'd already lost everything to kamisato ayato.

but arataki itto doesn't regret.

he doesn't regret trying to beat kujou sara even if it's his loss in the end, because she doesn't look down on him for losing and his friends are always there to patch him up. he doesn't regret doing rock-paper-scissors with thoma, because thoma would end up sharing the piece of chicken anyway. he doesn't regret betting on his deck, because ayato is never greedy, and he will always, always give it back to itto and tell him to try better next time.

arataki itto doesn't regret it this time either, even if he doesn't gain anything. even when he's battered and bruised, drenched in the rain, slumped against a wall in the middle of a dark alley. even when the boy he just saved from money-grubbing hooligans didn't spare him another look nor gave him any word of thanks, left him to fend for himself when the men's hostility had already been directed at him. never called for help, either, just allowed him to be outnumbered in a fight, and as strong itto is, there's no way he can beat five bulky guys on his own.

he doesn't regret, but it stings a little.

his entire body prickles with hurt, but at the same time he's unfeeling, numb in the cold rain. his line of sight is getting blurry, too, blobs of color instead of people darting past, streetlights small bright spots like fireflies.

he tries to open his mouth to ask for help, but that stings too. a busted lip, maybe. his voice is feeble, silent in his own ears. it can't be heard over the pouring rain. he tries to sit up straighter, but the effort to nudge his shoulder back exhausts all his energy. he wants to reach out a hand at least, but before he can even try, his body won't listen to him. his eyes close against his wishes.

he knows for sure he isn't too deep in the alley. can't anybody see him? or are they deliberately ignoring him because they don't want trouble? there's nothing wrong with that, really. not everyone has the time to help, or the bravery to approach a big guy covered in wounds. he understands. but he still hopes anyway.

ah, it's cold. the brick wall behind him is rough. his clothes are uncomfortable, sticking to his skin like this.

he forces his eyes open. there, he sees a pair of shoes, forming ripples across puddles when they step closer.

they halt.

they turn the opposite direction.

they leave him alone.

(he doesn't notice the umbrella they leave behind.)

--

he wakes up to someone patting his cheek. someone is speaking, but everything is muddled. it's still cold, and his back is still resting against the brick wall. but there's no rain anymore, only the pitter-patter sound when it hit the pavement.

he wonders how long he'd been shielded away from it.

“...llo... can... stand...”

stand. do they want him to stand? he's afraid that's too much to ask for.

the rain covers him again, icy drops falling on his skin. warmth overlaps with the frost, grabbing his arm, curling it around... something. he's being lifted up. not very effectively, but they're trying.

so he tries his best too. shifting his weight, blinking his eyes open, staying awake. they take him somewhere. it's dry, and when they push him over, it's to a plush seat. they don't complain when he leans his head on their shoulder, possibly soaking their clothes with his wet hair. he has to apologize, but sleep overtakes him.

itto doesn't remember much after that. just a hand on his forehead for some time, parts of his body wiped and wrapped in gauze. a blanket tucked carefully around him, fingertips brushing by his shoulders before they leave.

--

when he fully comes to, the first thing that registers to his mind is a room full of white. white sheets, white ceilings, white curtains. then a head of blue hair, standing by the window.

“oh, you're awake!” ayato exclaims, beyond relieved. “i was surprised when i picked up your call and it was someone else speaking. good thing they rushed you to the hospital, huh?”

“someone took me here?” itto asks, sitting up. “where are they?”

“they took off after i arrived. said they were late to an interview because they had to stay here... ah. that must've meant they probably didn't get the job...” he murmurs, grimacing. “i should've asked for their number so we can thank them properly. no point trying to find them now, though.”

but itto saw them. not very clearly, but he remembers kind eyes glazed in worry, a shirt partly soaked through, and a silver star hanging from their necklace.

arataki itto was never especially smart, but if anything, he is stubborn, and if he put his mind to it, he can do anything.

--

“isn't there any part-time job out there that doesn't pay minimum wage?”

“what? you saving up for something?”

“summer vacation is coming, you know! vacation trips aren't going to pay for themselves,” you sigh, burying your face in your folded arms.

“it's not like you have a boyfriend to spend it with.”

“can't i go on a vacation with friends?”

“and who are these friends you speak of? everyone is dating somebody. they're probably too busy,” she retorts, looking envious. “even xiao has someone when all he does is play games everyday.”

you scrunch your nose. “damn those happy idiots...”

“that aside, i thought you found a good part-time job? you didn't get it?”

hearing that, you turn even gloomier. “i didn't tell you? i blew it. i came late on the interview, and that didn't make a very good first impression. plus i looked horrible from the rain.”

“hm. find a rich boyfriend, then.”

“like who...?”

“kamisato ayato from the other department?” your friend suggests, grinning. “he's good looking. his sister is pretty too, i saw them walking together once.”

you snort. “way out of my league. i'm better off not hoping.”

“don't be like that~ i heard he was going to attend the next mixer. thoma told me himself-”

the door to the lecture hall opens, interrupting your conversation. “is [name] here?” a voice queried, rough and a tad bit too loud.

“right he-”

your friend slaps a hand over your mouth frantically, turning you away from the door. “what are you doing?!”

“what?” you blink up at her, whispering, “he's asking for me, isn't he?”

“didn't you see who it was?” she hisses, shielding you from view. “arataki itto! the one who beat up a senior on his first day as a freshman, remember?!”

arataki itto?

doesn't ring a bell.

“come on, that's just a ridiculous rumor, isn't it?” you wave her off, laughing. “wasn't kazuha rumored to have a criminal record at some point? you should know better than to believe them. so don't worry and let go of me, i'm sure he's not-”

your eyes flit to his sharp eyes, gleaming with intent, and his muscular build that could probably crush your skull with a single hand.

“...going to kill me...” your voice trails of too a whisper, face paling in horror. “on second thought, please be my meat shield?”

“[n-name] is over there!” a terrified classmate points in your direction the moment itto turns to glance at him inquisitively. a snitch! a tattletale! you're never lending him your notes ever again. given that you live another day, that is.

“oh. thanks.”

how polite! thanking him for his contribution in your likely murder!

“wait wait wait, what does he want with me?!” you shrink further behind your friend, but there is no escape. he can see you peeking over her shoulder.

“shouldn't you know that?! did you piss him off or something?!”

“i don't know! i've never seen him before!” you cried. you really haven't! you swear you have nothing to do with him! you don't deal with people who look like trouble! sure you might have dragged a delinquent to the hospital a few weeks before, but he was unconscious and defenseless! he could barely stand! this guy can punt you off to mars!

“you're [name], right?” his eyes sparkle with recognition, just an arm's width away from you now. your friend, traitor that she is, silently moves away.

an involuntary squeak is punched out of your lungs. “y... yes, that's me,” you respond meekly, attempting a wobbly smile. “did you need me for something?”

itto clears his throat, expression similar to that of a constipated man's. “well... that is... i was... how do i say this...”

the deafening silence stretches for what seems like hours. the back of your neck prickles at the attention, everyone's eyes focused solely on the pair of you. you can't read him at all. what kind of offense did you do that he had to come to you like this?

“ah, dang it, 'm not good at things like this...” he grumbles, scratching his head.

eh? what is he not good at? public execution? no, no, he wouldn't go that far right?

“so, what i'm trying to say is-!”

he flails about, thrusting out the hands he'd been hiding behind his back. a bouquet of pink roses, delicate and small, is curled within his grasp. your eyes widen, taken aback, turning even wider when you see the way his cheeks redden, entire face aflame, fingers trembling nervously. his face, pinched tight with restless energy, is nothing but earnest and sincere.

“i admire you a lot! i...” he takes an intake of breath. “i would like to court you!”

and, ever so eloquently, you respond with, “wuh?”

may i request an chifuyu angst, they're in a gang fight and where instead of him being shot, his s/o gets shot instead?

ROSTER . . . chifuyu matsuno

SYNOPSIS . . . you weren’t supposed to be there, but you were ; fluff pt. 2 ; angst pt. 2

CONTAINS . . . blood, death, swearing

NOTE . . . a bitch be struggling out here😭

chifuyu’s foot collides with his opponent’s face, scarlet staining the sole of his sneaker as it crunches through bone and snaps cartilage. his opponent reels back with a gurgled cry, leaving chifuyu to plunge back into the throng in search of a new target. a sea of blue and black surges around him, wild whooping and battle cries piercing the air as the two rival gangs ravage each other in pursuit of absorbing the other. he grits his teeth. the rival gang may not have the best brawlers, but they outnumber toman three to one; and, when it comes to physical altercations, numbers have a shocking way of determining the final outcome. he hasn’t yet met someone strong enough to evenly trade blows with him, which is somewhat reassuring.

as he elbows his way through the crowd, he can’t help but wonder how takemichi is doing. that kid’s so inexperienced, he’s probably--

“chifuyu!”

his ears perk at the sound of a strangely familiar voice. it almost sounds like yours, but that can’t be right. there’s no way you would be here right now. before he can turn his head, he feels something solid slam into his back and unceremoniously shove him forward just as a gunshot rocks the air. chifuyu’s heart skips a beat at the unforeseen sound of a gun being fired, and he stumbles, knees wobbly. what the hell? who brings a gun to a fistfight? almost immediately, the lingering weight on his back increases drastically, and he grunts as he’s consequently dragged to the ground and pinned beneath it.

“hey, get off,” chifuyu snaps. “what are you doing?” he rolls onto his side, causing the object weighing him down to flop to the side with a dull thump. “what’s going--”

his breath catches in his throat.

his eyes widen.

his body freezes.

the pressure on his back belonged to a body… but it wasn’t just anyone’s.

no.

it was yours.

no.

you’re sprawled motionlessly in the dirt, limbs angled awkwardly from having been shoved off by your boyfriend. your eyes are glossy and clouded over, empty and devoid of the resplendent, vivid twinkle of light that chifuyu had admired since the day he first met you. now, they just stare sightlessly at the night sky while the stars above sparkle and wink mockingly with the same luster that was supposed to belong to your soul. but in the unjust exchange for the brilliance of your eyes, they gifted you an ever-growing pool of blood that shone just as radiantly beneath the moonlight... but made chifuyu feel sick. a perfect hole has been etched into your forehead--a hole that’s not supposed to be there. blood dribbles from the wound and arches down your forehead, and it’s with a pang of dread that chifuyu realizes that the majority of the blood is originating from the back of your head. your skin is already beginning to pale, the youthful glow that you always radiated dulling into a muted shade kissed by the cold lips of death.

all around you, the flow of the battle has waned dramatically, almost every combatant falling into a shocked silence at the murder that just unfolded. a heavy silence hangs over the abandoned parking lot. no one moves. no one says a word.

“what…” chifuyu whispers, slowly shuffling toward you. his blood turns to ice in his veins as he tentatively, cautiously stretches out a hand to touch you, only to feel his stomach plummet when his fingertips press into cold flesh. it’s not an illusion. you’re tangible. this… is real? “no,” chifuyu’s voice trembles. his hands shake as they inch forward to caress the sides of your face. he flinches when your blood slithers over his fingers--blood that’s not supposed to fucking be there. “no, no, no, this isn’t--” his voice snags in his throat. his throat is beginning to knot up with quickly approaching tears, but he isn’t sure why. you’re not dead. you can’t be. you’re… you’re not even supposed to be here, goddamnit!

but the more his eyes travel over your lifeless features and his fingertips roam along your face--the same face he’d caressed and kissed goodbye less than an hour ago--the more it’s becoming undeniable. this is real. you’re really here… with a bullet through your brain.

“(reader)..?” panic begins to set in. ignoring the haze of death dimming your eyes, chifuyu seizes your shoulders, jostling you gently as if trying to rouse you from a nightmare… just as he wishes someone would do to him. tears sting his eyes, blurring his vision until all the colors in the scene before him bleed together like a smudged watercolor painting--like this was a mistake. an accident. a twist of fate. chifuyu doesn’t know what he’s feeling. he doesn’t know whether this discomfort and nausea is rage, grief, guilt, or despair. all he knows is that it’s so intense that he wants to scream. tears openly cascade from his eyes and drip onto your skin, diluting the blood and causing it to stream even faster down your skin in watered-down rivulets. in a fit of frustration, chifuyu swipes his sleeves across the blood spatters, desperate to wipe them away because they’re not supposed to be there. not on the love of his life. not on the person he already started secretly setting aside a bit of money in order to purchase a promise ring for. not on you.

“what are you doing here?” chifuyu can’t keep the tremor in his voice at bay. he carefully lifts you up by your shoulders, setting your head on his lap with such gentleness that it almost seems as if he’s afraid to disturb your slumber. he can’t bite back the pathetic whimper that slips from his lips when your head makes a sickening squelching sound and lolls like dead weight against his thighs. “you’re supposed to be at home. you’re not supposed to be here. why are you here?” voice raising, he pulls you up and into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. “why? you... you didn't have to do that! you're supposed to be home! you're supposed to be safe!” his body wracked with sobs and shuddering breaths, he buries his head in the crook of your neck, hating how cold your skin is against the warmth of his hands. “(reader)!”

he doesn’t hear the thundering footsteps as keisuke and takemichi hurtle past him, making a beeline straight for the culprit. he doesn’t hear the crackle of bones splintering or the dull thud of the gun as it hits the ground. with his ear pressed to your chest, all he hears is… nothing. you’re heart is supposed to be beating, but it isn’t. it’s silent. it’s… silent. it’s…

all my fault.

this… is all my fault.

shounen ai mangas that should be a part of your reading list if you enjoy reading healthy and plot driven romances- part 1.

I've been reading bl for years now, the reason why i indulged myself into reading this particular genre was simply because shoujo as a genre is too repetitive, most tropes are overused and it's honestly really hard to find good stories once you've finished the easily accessible popular franchises.

boys love is divided into two sub genres, yaoi and shounen ai, I personally do not enjoy reading smut, it's a different story if intimacy plays an important point for the character development of the characters in the story, but i'am not a huge fan of the porn being used as the plot device for the entire manga and hence i won't be including yaoi mangas in this list.

1. Sayonara, Heron.

Sayonara, Heron is one of those mangas that remain ambiguous and non-linear for the majority of the time but gradually intensify itselves once the ending is near without losing it's delicacy, i won't be talking about the plot since i want you to experience this 7 chapter long manga the way i did, without knowing anything about it, but it's simply about family and relationships, the art style is so pretty, the rooftop, the cigarettes, the kisses, everything. I do not see enough people talking about it and maybe you should help me change that.

2. We're still in the spring of life.

Academics, Aerospace and Adorability, everything about this manga is so heart warming, the hesitation in the beginning of a friendship which ends with a comfortable yet passionate relationship, the naps, the math equations and the confessions, this manga is simply about two boys growing together by simultaneously relying on each other. Also the rocket metaphors have my heart, read it to find them out.

3. Our dining table.

I've always been a huge fan of child care as a separate genre on it's own, but this manga is one of the only romance mangas where the child care part of it actually plays a huge role for the development of the characters, it honestly isn't forced like some omegaverse stories rather it's comforting and actually heart warming to read, the food being used as a love language, the friendships and the bonding amidst the family and the main character is beautiful, give it a go if you want to experience legit therapy lol.

4. Blue sky complex.

Blue sky complex is one of the few shounen ai mangas which seems authentic and raw because of the awkwardness of the characters, the relationship between the characters is easily connectable in the sense that you get the insight of how their head actually works and makes those decisions, it explores gay relationships in a very interesting way, and honestly is very close to my heart because well it's the GLASSES GUY X GOOF BALL trope yet again.

5. Yuki no shita no qualia.

Now, this manga vaguely reminds me of sayonara, heron but honestly is a lot more strong with what it wants to explore, it's one of those mangas that will accidentally make you cry because of the beauty of it's characters and the development of their relationship.

"i think you make me kinder," is better than any "i love you".

HANMA X READER WHERE READER PLAYS WITH HIS HANDS HELLO

「 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 」

playing with your boyfriend’s hands.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠... hanma shuuji x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - written in a rush, mentions of violence/gore, reader is in highschool

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 - the handma fucker is back at it again... also i don’t have a hand kink but i have friends who do so let’s just say i learned this from them ! <3

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 had some very nice hands. especially for all of the beating up he does for fun. not even because they did anything that was actually wrong, but because he thought they looked at him funny. violence is the only option for this man and you have no idea how you find it so attractive.

one day he came to your apartment with some messed up wounds. bleeding from everywhere, waiting to be infected. and burns? like cigarette burns, more specifically.

“what did you do this time,” you sigh and let him in.

“some small gang thought they would win against me but they played dirty.” he grimaced as he walked over and sat down in a chair, awaiting your care. jeez, did they do that much to him?

“and this is why i don’t like you fighting random people on the street, especially by yourself. shuu, you gotta be more careful than this.”

you reach into a cabinet almost out of your reach, but you were able to get it. maybe you should put it somewhere more accessible when he comes to you all beat up all the time.

“yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”

“where’s the fun in you being hurt and me taking care of you at 3 am every few days?”

“i get to see you ♡“ he laughed, then winced when you put some cleaning alcohol on one of his bigger cuts.

“i also like seeing you, but not when you’re all beat up. you know that you’re always welcome here even without injuries.” you reach into the first-aid kit to get some medical tape since you were not a heathcare professional, but it definitely felt like it sometimes.

“well you’re no fun,” he frowns. he’s leaning back onto the backrest, tempted to tip himself over.

“then you can take care of yourself. i don’t like being woken up in the middle of the night because of your dumbass.”

he doesn’t respond, leaving the two of you in a somewhat uncomfortable silence. after almost an hour of disinfecting and wrapping up his wounds, the cigarette burns were the only ones left. gnarly-looking too.

“here, put this on yourself. i’ll sleep on the couch, you can sleep in--”

“i need help with this.” you were so tired. you were a full-time student and you worked at a small store part-time for some extra cash, and now the caretaker of this boy who got into useless fights. sometimes you wondered why you continued to love this man.

“fine, but i’m teaching you how to do it and you better remember for the next time.”

that took a whole ‘nother hour. it was now almost 5 am and it was now wednesday morning. you’d rather skip school today, but your scholarship would be on the line if you just slept in. 

“just stay here, i’ll pay off your school debt at some point for ya.”

“i can’t do that, i don’t even pay for my apartment.” he sighs and picks you up into his arms and heads to your bedroom where he also frequently crashed.

“goodnight, (y/n),” he says, snuggling up into you. it was so warm... you just completely passed out. 

your alarm woke you up at 7 am, as it should, but you turned it off and tried to go back to sleep. though the problem is that you couldn’t go back to sleep. problem number two, hanma’s strong arms were wrapped around you and he was the big spoon. 

you didn’t wanna wake him up, but the only thing you could really do right at that moment was play with his hands.

you were gentle, since the wrapping was pretty bad. sometimes you considered going around with him when he got into fights. personal on-site medic.

while you were caught up in your thoughts, you continued to play with his hands. messed around with his individual fingers, feeling their callouses developed over years and years of fighting with his bare hands. 

at some point you must’ve woken your boyfriend up since he held you closer and broke you out of your many thoughts. you also happened to stop playing with his hands since he retracted them to hold you closer to his body.

“good morning to you too,” he grumbles, his morning voice raspy and low.

“sorry, did i wake you up?”

“no, your damn alarm did.” he pulls you even closer (somehow) and takes a deep breath into your shoulder. “let’s go back to sleep and,”

“you can keep playing with my hands, hun.”

Fuck im having a writing block

I need to stop reblogging things smh

can i request sanzu hanma rindou ran hcs for when their s/o gets jealous tysm!

SANZU

didn't know why you were jealous.

he didn't do anything wrong & it was nothing for you to be jealous of.

so he literally was like "why are you so jealous"

he's really loyal so he thinks you should know that no girl could take him away from you.

RINDO

rindo was really nonchalant about your jealously.

would kind of take it as a joke.

he didn't even know you could get jealous.

rindo tries to give you ressaurance.

RAN

takes it as a joke no kidding.

"aww, are you jealous" just being really fake about it.

he would laugh about it all day.

"poor baby got jealous today"

HANMA

literally would try to make you jealous even more just so it can boost his ego.

it will literally piss you off because he's doing it on purpose.

and he wouldn't have any remorse.

even if he doesn't want the girl, he'll still try to make you jealous cause he thinks you're cute when you are.

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PGR shitpost again

here’s an idea:: genshin boys (of your choice) reaction to you wiping off their kiss :D

them reacting to you wiping off their kiss

includes: kaeya, childe, zhongli, diluc, and scaramouche

kaeya

kaeya’s initial reaction to seeing you wipe your mouth after kissing him is … well, offended

he just gives you this look of ‘are you being serious right now…?’

and when you ask him why he’s just been staring at you without saying a word he brushes it off

were my lips too wet?

were they too dry??

did i accidentally bite their lip or something?

DID I ACCIDENTALLY USE TONGUE

kaeya literally starts to question his entire romantic life, not even knowing that it was just one of your little pranks

he uses the situation to try and become a better kisser, kissing you a bit too passionately when he saw you later that night

and at this point, you’d almost feel too bad telling him you were just messing around

childe

unlike kaeya, he’s gonna confront you about it right away

the look of what seemed to be BETRAYAL on his face was almost too much to handle

“why did you wipe your mouth?”

“huh?”

“your mouth. you wiped it. you wiped my kiss off.”

he nearly makes you regret doing it

he’ll follow you around asking you if his breath smelled or if you just didn’t want to kiss

you just shrugged his questions off, making him go crazy

it isn’t until he kisses you again and you wipe your mouth again that he realizes you’re playing a prank on him

“ahh, okay, i get it. bruising my ego for one of your little pranks i see?”

and you’d pay for it by having him kiss you all day long, although you don’t really mind

zhongli

poor zhongli, so oblivious to your little tricks

seeing you wipe away his kiss before he left in the morning honestly put a damper on his whole day

of course, he’d never let you know that

and you couldn’t even tell until he went to bed without giving you a goodnight kiss

and that’s when you started to realize maybe he thought you were being serious

so the next morning, you see him off to work as per usual

and then he starts to leave without giving you a kiss

“wait, zhongli! where’s my morning kiss?”

“oh, ah… because of yesterday i thought maybe you didn’t want me to kiss you anymore…”

you felt so guilty for making him feel that way

you practically tackle him and smother his face in small kisses, explaining in between each kiss that it was just a joke to see what his reaction would be, and that you were sorry

needless to say, zhongli forgave you quite easily

diluc

he almost can’t believe his eyes when you wipe away his kiss

so he kisses you again to see what you’ll do

and you wipe it away again

“hey. stop doing that.”

“what?”

he kisses you once more. and you wipe your mouth once more.

“that! stop doing that!”

“what?!”

he rolls his eyes, grumpily turning his attention back to the dishes in front of him

he knew it was one of those little pranks you played

but when it came to his kisses

that you often told him you loved

he couldn’t lie and say it didn’t hurt just a little bit

scaramouche

honestly, you don’t know what possessed you into thinking doing this to scaramouche was a good idea

when you wipe away his kiss, he’s immediately angry

“what? you don’t want me to kiss you anymore? fine.”

you have to calm him down and explain yourself before he gets too upset

“hey, woah, calm down! i was just joking around. see?”

you kiss him again, this time without wiping it off.

“it was just a little prank… i wanted to see what’d you do.”

“a prank? hmph… whatever.”

he turns away, but only to hide his reddening cheeks

without thinking, he had shown you how much he really liked you by getting so offended

PENIS!!!!

WHAT ANW ANSWER MY IG DM YOU ASS

the scar you left behind

featuring — hanemiya kazutora

genre — hurt to comfort

author's note — this one had been screaming at me for attention for the past few weeks ever since @qtsickchiq mentioned the idea to me, and kazutora had been haunting my mind help-

kazutora thought that he could die from the pressure. outside of the pet shop he's working in with chifuyu who had called sick that day, the rain was pouring down like there's no tomorrow. the heater was working fine, he's sure, but he felt his hands freezing. as he worked in silent, desperately trying to focus on restocking the items in front of him, he cant deny the screaming need to talk to you.

unfortunately, he didnt have the courage. not enough at least. you used to be his best friend, you probably would have been more than that if kazutora didnt abandon you one day without any explanation. you've been through a lot together, being there when life left sickeningly unfair for him. to this day, he regretted for breaking his promise to be with your forever. through its a little too late for that.

a few months ago, you had reappeared in his life when chifuyu had asked him to pass a pre-ordered items to a customer for him, not knowing its you. when he first laid his eyes on you, the evening sunlight had given you such an ethereal glow that he cant help but be mesmerised by your beauty. though he couldnt miss your eyes that used to radiate so much love for him gone cold as the warmth diminished.

kazutora's heart broke to the memory. he must have opened up old wound for the both of you for not being thoughtful enough to actually check who the customer his friend was talking about was. he wished he had treated you better, in the past and present, but as he heard you winced when the thunder boomed outside, he hesitated. he didnt want to cross the boundary and make you feel uncomfortable when all you wished for was a temporary shelter from the weather before you could continue on your way home.

a particularly loud one exploded outside and you let out a muffled scream. before kazutora realised, his body had moved towards you. suddenly, he's kneeling in front of you, his face contoured with concern. 'it's fine, i'm here', he assured you, though regretted it as he saw you looked sadder than before. 'tor-', you covered your mouth before you could complete what you're saying.

kazutora was taken aback. not by the gesture, but by the fact that you almost called him with the nickname you had given him long ago when you were still together. 'yes?', he responded out of adrenaline before he could stop himself. the deafening silence that followed, along with the tension of finally confronting his past for closure was almost unbearable for him, but he brazened himself.

'its nothing. i'm sorry to bother you with your work', you said after collecting your wit. without looking at him, you reluctantly stood up to leave. but kazutora held your wrist, not letting you go just yet, 'wait, please tell me what you wanted to say earlier'. he saw you balled your fist, your hand trembling in his grip. 'selfish, arent you now?', your voice was so low that he would have missed it if he didnt pay full attention towards you.

panicking, kazutora let go of your hand and apologised, 'i didnt mean it that way-', something snapped in you that you turned and faced him with the anger, sadness and regret you've bottled up for so long, cutting him off, 'why'd you care what i think now? you never care to know when you left before'. kazutora was speechless. he had never seen you this furious.

his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. he knew he's the cause of your pain, 'y/n, i know what i did was unforgiveable, and you deserve to feel all this, but please hear me out-', once again, you didnt allow him to finish because of your tangled up emotion. 'yes, i do! you left without even explaining yourself, expecting me to accept it. do you ever stop and consider how hopeless you made me feel? i waited for you for years. i thought you trusted me', your voice broke so much that it became hard to utter any more words at all.

instantly, you're a mess of tears. as you hide your crying face with the sleeves of your hoodie, you felt yourself being embraced. kazutora was hesitant at first, but seeing that you're not pushing him away, he tightened his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. 'confine in me, tora. you dont have to be alone,' you said in between hiccups, and his eyes became misty with emotion.

kazutora kept you close to him the whole time you cried your eyes out. he didnt even try to stop his own tears from spilling as he swayed you gently to calm you down while patting your head the way he knew you like it. when you've quieted down to a sniffle, he said to your ear with the most soothing voice he could muster in his own emotional state, 'i'm sorry. even after all this time, i still couldnt do anything right'.

he fell you shaking your head and buried your face deeper into his chest, 'dont leave again, please. i dont care if you mess up. i want to be there with you'. kazutora felt a familiar fuzzy feeling deep in him because of your heartfelt request. looking at your glassy eyes, he saw the love that he thought had lost returning. as his forehead touched yours, he let the three words he had always wanted to say to you leave his lips before yours met his halfway, 'i love you'.