#mitsuya fluff

You showed up at the sewing club one afternoon wearing a lilac cardigan, the kind of soft purple shade that looked like it could melt into spring air. Mitsuya looked up from his work, halfway through hemming Smiley's jacket, and forgot what he was doing for an embarrassing second.

“Hey, 'kashi,” you greeted with that smile that always made his chest feel too small. Not to mention the nickname only you got to use. “Could you help me fix this? The button fell off.”

He nodded, took the cardigan, and set to work with quiet focus. You leaned on the table beside him, watching his hands move–steady, precise, looking angelic as ever. He had to admit it was a little pressuring, especially when someone good-looking was watching—definitely different from those times the principal came by for the yearly observation.

When he finished, he handed it back shyly, without looking at you as he packed up. “There. Good as new.”

You slipped it on again, smoothing the fabric. “You’re a lifesaver. I owe you one.”

He smiled, whispering a soft, ‘you’re welcome. But when you left, the faint scent of lavender lingered.

That night, he sat at his desk under the warm lamplight, flipping through his collection of fabric. Blues, greens, reds–all of them dull and lifeless. Then he found it: a scrap of pastel lilac he’d bought months ago and never thought of using.

It was soft to the touch. Comforting. Familiar. You.

The next day, when Draken asked in passing what color he wanted for a keychain (probably another one of Mikey and Takemichi’s stunts), this time Mitsuya didn’t even hesitate.

He smiled as if remembering a fond memory.

“Lilac.” he answered, as if it had always been his favorite.

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“that’s enough.” DRAKEN snatches the last of your many drinks for the night before you can gulp it down. being the perceptive boyfriend he is, he can already hear the complaint that’s about to slip from your tongue so he’s quick to pull you by the wrist, up from your seat and out the door. “where are you taking me?” you ask as clearly as your drunken state can let you—not so much but enough for your boyfriend to understand. “home.” at his curt reply, you yank your hand from his grip with a strength that startles even toman’s former vice president. “what the hell are you doing?” draken hisses lest you make a scene in public. “i’m calling my boyfriend,” you warn him, “bet he can kick your ass.” “yeah? i’d like to see him try.” he dismisses your empty threat, reaching for you once more to guide you to the exit but upon hearing a few whispers from prying strangers who are clearly getting the wrong idea, he stops in his tracks and turns to no one in particular, no longer caring about whatever commotion he may cause as his voice booms over the loud music: “i’m the boyfriend!”

“let me go!” you relentlessly thrash around, yelling out threats of calling your boyfriend, while BAJI—the boyfriend in question—pulls you into an empty alleyway to avoid any possible public humiliation for the both of you. “fuck,” he huffs out a breath, “when did you get this strong?” some time in the night, he’s tuned you out telling him off, on a sole mission to stop you from drinking more than you already have. and he’s relieved he managed to get you out of the bar—that is until he hears a weird noise coming from you. “wh-” baji doesn’t get the chance to utter a single word as you begin to throw up. in a panic, he hastily puts your hair up with his spare tie before rubbing soothing circles on your back. your hair looks real messy, he notes, but that’s the least of his worries. “you feeling better?” he checks on you after a while, only to be met by more retching, making him grumble to himself, “and i get an earful when i drink too much.”

MITSUYA is helping you get on your feet—sweet boyfriend he is—but as soon as you find your footing, you give him a hefty shove. “i have a boyfriend, jackass!” you seethe, too drunk to recognize him, and all he can do is sigh as he regains his balance. “yes. me.” something clicks in your brain at his response and you squint your eyes to get a better look at him. “takashi?” “hi, love.” and just like that, you perk up, your mouth stretching into a wide grin. “taka,” you squeal, excitement coursing through your veins when you recognize your boyfriend, “hiiiii~” he laughs at the shift in your tone and takes the opportunity to slide an arm around your waist once more. “let’s get you home okay?” “mhm.” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you with ease. mitsuya assumes you’re fast asleep until a few minutes later, you mumble something against his skin, “someone tried to flirt with me but i said no.” a chuckle bubbles past his lips as he adjusts his hold on you. “really?” “mhm,” you nod into his neck as you snuggle closer, “i only love you.” “i love you more.” “love you most,” you reply before soft snores fall from your lips and your breathing evens out.

you’re rambling about RINDOU to rindou himself, going on and on about the reasons that made you fall in love with him. and while you’re occasionally interrupted by your hiccups, he patiently listens to your every word then he hears a “but.” the ways you describe him next are less flattering, less romantic—how he tries so hard to act indifferent to your cooing as if the tips of his ears don’t instantly turn red. or how he has a permanent scowl etched on his face. and other things you already tell him even when you’re sober. “he’s really lucky he doesn’t have any wrinkles yet,” you add with a giggle. “you’re really annoying when you’re drunk, you know that?” rindou deadpans. despite the lack of lighting in the club, he doesn’t miss the shock washing over you, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “what?” your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip starts to wobble, making rindou release another groan. “for fuck’s sake.”

in spite of your insistence to stay at the club, RAN easily managed to drag you to his car. this isn’t his first rodeo. as an older brother, he has had to deal with rindou when he was blackout drunk. “where are we going?” you mumble as you begin to stir in the passenger seat. “home.” “i wanna see ran.” your boyfriend throws you a quick glance—your eyes remain closed and the rest of your words are incomprehensible—before he focuses back on the road. amused by your drunken state, he plays along. “alright, we’re going to ran.” the stretch of silence that follows is cut short when you speak again, “i’m thirsty.” so ran makes a quick stop at a convenience store, coming back shortly with a bottle in hand. he unscrews the cap before he gives you the drink, “careful.” you take a big gulp, instantly grimacing at the taste and it elicits a snort from your boyfriend. “what is this?” “water.”

why are you, out of all people, asking about draken? mitsuya isn’t sure he wants to know the answer. 

“hello? earth to taka? you still there?” you giggled, waving a hand in front of his face, mitsuya seems to snap out of his trance as he blinks with his pursed lips.

“yeah. he prefers the darker kind of chocolate.” mitsuya answers, trying to gauge how you would react, but your expression was hard to read. “i see.” 

“alright, thank you, takashi!” with that, you turned on your heel and left, leaving mitsuya to wonder what that was all about. 

— 

if you were to ask mitsuya when he started liking you, he’d have no definite answer, seeing as for him, liking you was just something he realized along the way and he couldn’t go back, he’s fallen way too far to get back up.

but if you were to ask mitsuya if he thinks you felt the same for him, he would say yes. or that was how he would’ve answered in the past because right now, he was in a state of confusion as to why you kept asking about draken. 

“what kind of shapes do you think he’d like for his chocolate?” “i don’t think he’d care.” 

“would he prefer red wrapping paper or…” “i don’t think he’d even look at it much.”

“do you think he’d at least appreciate the gift?” “dunno.” 

you frowned, not liking how clipped mitsuya’s answers were becoming. 

“are you okay, taka?” “peachy.” mitsuya mutters, fighting the urge to roll them back in annoyance. 

mitsuya is very much aware that he wasn’t acting like himself. but he couldn’t bring himself to correct his behavior because for the past two hours that you hung out with him, all you talked about was draken. 

the purplenette never thought he’d say this but he’s so close to developing some form of resentment towards his sworn brother. 

“you don’t sound okay, taka, you know you can talk to me, right?” mitsuya nods, going back to his sketch at work. 

“oh, is that a new design?” mitsuya nods once more, not taking his eyes off the lines he was etching onto the paper. 

“what’s the inspiration behind it?” mitsuya freezes in his actions. the dress’ motif was inspired by you. by the things you liked. hell, he even had a cardigan that was designed to suit your tastes in the works, but he isn’t even sure if he wanted to finish it, what good would his gift do when all you ever asked about was draken, draken, draken. 

“it’s… for someone really special to me.” mitsuya answers, as vaguely as he can muster and he thinks that he’s imagining it, but from the corner of his eye, he can see the way your face dropped, but again, he wasn’t so sure. 

“whoever you like must be really lucky, huh?” yeah. you’re so lucky, idiot. mitsuya badly wants to answer, but he opts for a smile on his face, a smile that he doesn’t realize belonged to someone who was in love. a smile that was for you,  but you didn’t know. mitsuya thinks that he’d rather never let you know. 

“i don’t think she likes me, honestly.” mitsuya decides to play rhetorically, knowing that you were too dense to catch up on his insinuations, knowing that you thought of him platonically. 

you let out an offended gasp, “how could she not like you?!” 

“you’re like, perfect, that’s her loss. are you sure she doesn’t like you?” “i don’t know? do you like me?” mitsuya hoped he wasn’t being too obvious. 

“of course i do—“ mitsuya’s heart stuttered in his chest. “you’re a really great person, you’re such a loyal friend and anyone would be so lucky to have you!” right. dense. mitsuya wanted to slap a palm on his forehead but decided against it, he knew that you wouldn’t catch up on his words. 

he didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed. 

valentine’s was rolling around the corner, the restos and cafes that they used to walk by made it pretty obvious that valentine’s day was fast approaching, as if the couple promos and red heart decorations scattered across the block couldn’t be any more obnoxious about it. 

mitsuya feels his chest get heavier day by day as he feels valentine’s approach, he knew that he was mentally counting the days when you would confess your love to draken and he was slowly starting to detach himself to you, but you wouldn’t let him. 

“do you have any plans this valentine’s, taka?” you asked as you played with the straw in your drink. mitsuya looks down on his coffee, wondeirng whether he should shrug the question off or answer truthfully. he decides on the latter. 

“have the girl of my dreams confess to her crush, so i’m dreading the day it comes, honestly.” mitsuya says and a hurt expression passes on your face, it went away right before he could see it.

“do you really have no chance with her?” you ask cautiously, not wanting to seem too nosy. mitsuya shakes his head. 

“she likes someone else, and she’s made that obvious for the past few weeks. so really, what else am i supposed to do?” you purse your lips, not knowing what else to tell him.

“she must be really dumb if she can’t realize how lucky she is.” you pout, feeling your heart break a little bit and mitsuya wants to bash his head against the wall because of how oblivious you seemed to be. 

“seems so.” mitsuya clipped back. 

the two of sat in silence, not knowing what to say but there was a building tension that you could almost cut with a knife. you hated it, you wanted it to disappear, with that, you tried to disperse the awkward tension.

“ne… mitsuya.” you call for his attention. “hm?” 

“do you think you can tell draken to come at the pier on valentine’s?” his heart just shattered. his grip on the glass of iced coffee just tightened up and he hopes you didn’t notice. 

“sure.” “thank you, taka!” then it was silent again before mitsuya breaks it himself. 

“i have to go, (l/n)-san.” mitsuya stands up, excusing himself. “it’s time for me to go pick up luna and mana.“ “i can come with-“ “no.” you blinked, a bit shocked at his response, mitsuya notices the out of character reaction as he quickly composes himself. 

“we have to go somewhere after, family errands.” he lies, hoping you buy it. you nod with a conflicted expression, he nods back in goodbye before he walks away, leaving you to wonder what was wrong. 

the day of valentine’s came and mitsuya couldn’t help but lock himself in his room. he wanted the day to end faster, he even went as far as muting his phone, not wanting to see potential texts from you or draken saying that you were now official. 

a knock interrupts his thoughts, “i’m not in the mood, mana.” he called out. 

“it’s not mana.” he hears your voice call, mitsuya bites back a groan, not wanting to see you today. “open up.” you say, knocking— banging on his door. mitsuya groans once more, getting up and opening the door. 

to say his breath was blown away would be a massive understatement. you were dressed up, make-up suiting your face perfectly, the clothes you wore complimented your figure and he almost wanted to dock draken’s face in for taking what’s his- no. mitsuya thinks to himself, i should be happy for them. 

“you look nice.” mitsuya comments, and he might be delusional, but he could’ve sworn that you appeared flustered before his eyes. 

“t-thanks” you coughed, before shaking your head and smiling. “come on, let’s go!” 

mitsuya was now confused. “huh? where?” 

“the confession for draken, let’s go! go get dressed.” any semblance of happiness mitsuya sported now left his body as he frowns. 

you take notice, but not for the right reasons. “i know having your friend be confessed to isn’t the ideal valentine’s for you, but i’ll make it up to you, hurry up, let’s go! i didn’t waste time just to not see it happen so let’s go!” although mitsuya was a bit heartbroken and confused, he dressed up and just under a few minutes, you were pulling him out of his house, ignoring the way luna and mana were making kissy faces at the two of you. 

“there!” you gushed, pointing at the pier where the confession would happen. 

mitsuya was expecting you to let go of his arm and ready yourself for your confession. 

‘this is for the better.’ he thinks. ‘if i can see it happen, then that’s closure for me’ 

he was surprised when you let out a quiet squeal, slapping his arm repeatedly as you beamed at the scene in front of you. 

mitsuya turns to the scene, only now seeing the closest thing he can call as a brother stand in front of the pier, as if he were waiting for someone. 

the purplenette turns back to you, a confused expression on his face. ‘aren’t you going to go to him?’ he badly wants to ask, but he doesn’t want to see you walk away from him. 

“go girl.” you whisper under your breath. before mitsuya could question you, he sees a blonde emerging from the corner. 

“ken-chan.” the all too familiar voice of his leader’s younger sister was loud amidst the silence of the pier. 

sano emma. she was right in front of draken, not you. 

“ah, emma. you called?” mitsuya watches with a bated breath, he could clearly see that emma was holding a box of chocolates behind her back. 

“uh… i, uh…” “hm?” “please be my valentine, ken-chan!” emma closes her eyes, bowing her head as she pushes the box with her arms. 

mitsuya feels you stiffen beside him as you hold your breath. watching in anticipation. mitsuya was startled when you clung to his arm, eyes still in front of the scene. you let out a squeal when you see draken smile and place a hand on emma’s head, ruffling her hair slightly as he takes the box in her hand. 

“success!” you whispered excitedly before you looked at him with sparkles in your eyes. 

wait. huh? you looked at him, confused. shit. he said that out loud. 

“i thought you…” mitsuya’s words caught on his tongue, but you seemed to pick up on what he wanted to say as your eyes widened, your head shaking in denial. “liked draken? oh my god, no.” you denied. 

“i was only helping out emma, but she told me i couldn’t tell anyone about her crush.” “that was supposed to be a secret?” “not the point, takashi!” you fought off a giggle. “that’s why i asked you, because i know you know him and you wouldn't get suspicious, if i asked mikey then the whole world would know in the next five minutes.” you ranted

mitsuya finds you cute. 

“i really thought you liked draken…” mitsuya admits. you huffed, “girl code, taka, and no. i like someone else.” 

mitsuya could not catch a break. 

“who?” he couldn’t help but ask, not even bothering to be discreet. you gave him a shy smile, “his best friend.”

“mikey?!” “god, no!” you exasperated, “why are you so dense?”

mitsuya.exe has stopped responding. 

“i’m dense? do you even hear yourself?” mitsuya retorts. “you’ve been killing me the entire time you asked about draken, you made me think that you’ve fallen completely for him. you should be an actor.” 

you were curious to see where this conversation was going, you ignored the way your heart was beginning to thump loudly against your chest. 

“and what if i did fall for him? why does it matter?”  you lure him into a trap. wanting to hear a specific answer 

luckily for you, mitsuya wasn’t as dense as you. 

“because. you’re mine.” a smile threatened to escape your lips at the possesiveness he showed, his arm went around your waist pulling you close. 

“right?” mitsuya asks for assurance. you bit your lower lip slightly and whispered. “you didn’t ask me yet.” 

mitsuya almost laughs, but he opts to put his forehead on yours, breaths almost intermingling with each other. “be my valentine.”

you giggle, looping your arms around his neck. “that doesn’t sound like a question.” 

“it wasn’t.” mitsuya affirms, you smile, letting your lips fall on his cheek and you feel him pull your figure closer to him, longing for the warmth of your body against his. 

“you’re my valentine for years to come, alright? so don’t ask me about any other men.” mitsuya warns. 

“okay, taka.” you relented, closing your eyes with a smile, enjoying his scent close to yours.

“oi, go do that at your house! have some decency.” the both of you pulled away, facing draken and emma who wore teasing smiles at the two of you. 

“you should hide better next time, (y/n)-chan.” emma tuts playfully, you huffed, before you walk towards them, only getting stopped by mitsuya intertwining your hands together as the two of you walked. 

“i know i asked you to help me with my valentine, but i didn’t know that you’d get one yourself,” emma teases. 

“mission success with a bonus.” you winked and the two men couldn’t help but look at the two of you with endeared expressions. 

“anyway, we have to go.” you announce, pulling mitsuya away. 

“we do?” mitsuya asks as he follows your lead. “we do.” you smile at him, stopping him in his tracks to place another kiss in his cheek. 

“you don’t expect me to be your valentine without giving you chocolate, do you?” 

perfect timing, mitsuya wanted to see if the cardigan he made would fit you. (of course it will, it was for you. and of course the chocolates suited his tastes. it was for him.)

I believe that intimacy is the new kind of pure love. Getting to know someone on a deeper level is something that goes beyond simple attachment, it goes beyond the simple but necessary need of validation.

Being intimate means getting on the same frequency level as a person and communicating effectively with each word, each action, and each stare.

Intimacy isn't something you only find under the sheets until sweat, tears and arousal dampen the mattress. Its true nature lies in between the actions of your everyday life, moments that don't need any kind of particular reason to happen and yet feel special because you are there, you are connected.

You have realised such a thing only briefly as the air is getting in and out of your lungs hectically, your breath coming short and irregular and the adrenaline rushing through your veins full speed with each pump of your vital muscle.

Your legs almost shake and your feet ache slightly, your eyes darting to the person in front of you with an excited and rebellious glimmer, the glint of life.

You've been running away from Mikey for the last ten minutes because you had taken the keys to his motorbike.

He has been spending every evening with Toman recently, not passing by your home to even say goodnight because the meetings always finish late at night.

You know that he always tries his best to make it up to you for the lost time with his ways of bringing your favourite sweets to school, taking you home and around the city with his bike whenever you need to, sending you a sweet message randomly throughout the day to check up on you, never missing the opportunity to hug you, kiss you or keeping you close when you pass by, and yet… You can't help but miss him more than anything.

You tried to talk to him about it but he prefers for you to not get too involved in his gang business: he fears your safety, not wanting hundreds of testosterone-filled guys to get close to his beloved.

You fear nothing when he's by your side but he still turns you down when you ask to come along with him: he has lost too many people he cared about for his good and he has no intention of putting you in danger even the slightest.

This had to change.

That's why you're preventing him from heading to the meeting of Toman until he makes up his mind.

“Y/N! I'm gonna be late, please, give me those darn keys back, goddamnit!!”

His voice spurts out desperately, short puffs of air coming out of his mouth as he tries to catch his breath: you're fast for fuck’s sake!

He is a bit pissed at you for acting this stubborn, sure, but he can't help the wide smile that plasters on his face the more he hears you laugh every time he can't catch you, every time you hide behind his motorbike and fool him by running in the opposite direction, almost tripping on your own feet.

That smile of yours, that light in your eyes is worth every spare minute of his life and the meeting can wait if that means he has the chance to see you this full of energetic playfulness.

You're both in the flowers of your youth and sometimes you forget that due to how harsh life experiences can be. Moments like these make up for the lost time.

As you raise your hand high and shake his keys, making them jingle as you do so, you can't help but feel overpowered by pride: having your super athletic boyfriend, the invincible Mikey whining out to you so he can get what he wants isn't an everyday occurrence (I mean– unless he's begging for sweets or your attention, of course). Maybe you could break him and he would finally let you come along in one of his meetings.

“Begging ain't gonna do shit, you gotta work for it, Mikey!”

Sprinting to the other side of the garden of his house, you can feel him sigh exasperatedly and follow you along as he mutters “If I catch you–" in between a breathy laugh.

The wind feels magical against your skin, the cool breeze of the night after a heated summer day gives you goosebumps and yet you feel hot all over; your blood pressure rising with each stride of your run is what keeps you going, laughing nonstop as you stare up the full moon over your head briefly, savouring such a moment that will surely become a core memory of yours.

As you hide behind his motorbike once again, Mikey stops a few feet away from you, the vehicle is the only thing separating your bodies.

“You’re a menace, y/n!”

You shrug at his words, rotating his keys on the tip of your index finger with a proud expression.

“I guess that dating a delinquent made the trick– eek!”

You can't even finish your sentence as Mikey takes a run-up and easily jumps over his CB250T and lands not so graciously on top of you, making you fall on the grass with a thud. The impact doesn't hurt that much though, not when Mikey put a hand behind your head right on time so you couldn't injure the slightest.

He couldn't resist the urge to bring you down and wipe off your face that shit-eating grin and see that cute pout your peachy lips make every time he catches you by surprise. He's a weak man, bear with him.

Pinning you down on the floor he takes away his keys from your hand and smiles toothly: his rosy cheeks and messy hair shine under the moonlight, his obsidian gems staring into your soul easily make you melt and your initial annoyance turns into an amused laugh. He's your angel, no matter what.

“Sorry, what were you saying about dating a delinquent?”

Rolling your eyes at his statement, your smile slowly fades when he gets off you and brushes some grass away from your shirt with his hand, before kissing the top of your head with the soft petals of his lips.

He was going to leave again and that thought screeches inside your brain. It doesn't sit well with you the fact that he's keeping you detached from a big aspect of his life… There's a strong gut feeling that tells you you shouldn't let it slide, you should insist on being part of this area of his life because, if you don't, something extremely bad will happen in the future.

And Mikey sees right through you, he always does, because he loves you and he is connected to your being in every way for respect and admiration.

He feels the intimate bond you two share, he can almost touch that connection, he can feel the burn of the red string that connects the two of you.

He can feel his bones ache under the weight of letting you drown away from him so sad and helpless and whenever he sees your angelic face darken out of worry and fear for him, for the both of you.

He knew why you took the keys away from him that day and he couldn't help finding it amusing and cute... but believe me when I say he's not blind and recognises the desperate attempt to have yourself near him for longer.

Mikey stands up from the ground and offers you his hand to stand up, his calloused hand brushes against your tender palm and holds in a strong and warm hold that doesn't flatter even when you're finally standing.

Staring down at your feet, your voice comes out in a whisper, a loving but pained one.

“Please, be careful Mik–”

“Hop on.”

Your head snaps up, your eyes searching for his out of confusion and then hope.

The two of you are intimate, you understand each other's worries and can feel them within your organs, you can feel each emotion run through your being and resonate like a magnetic wave from you to him and vice versa.

You two are flames that burn for love, with love: your glint should never flatter, you deserve to feel it alive and vibrating.

Mikey smiles at you as he puts his helmet on top of your head and secures it attentively.

“I'll keep you safe, pinkey promise”.

That's your man to you.

I have had this idea bouncing inside my head for a while now! I've been inspired by this post of the sweet @xsleepinggoodx.

I hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it.

English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes!

Sending y'all hugs. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖