2 Years Since Tokyo Revengers Ended And I Still Obsessed With It

Izana in official arts>>

the only german I'll ever be in love with

Many "what is wrong with Kaiser" questions can be answered by remembering he's German.

Similarly, "why is Noel Noa evil now" he is French he was always evil

So like reader and Sae being childhood sweethearts but when he leaves for Spain

He doesn’t contact anyone (he said some words to us, bad things💔during that snowy night) but when he come backs, he sees us hugging or something romantic(?) with Rin

Sae angst my savior🥀 if this even makes sense

ᓚᘏᗢ — sae itoshi: someone i survived !

synopsis: after sae itoshi broke your heart with cruel words and colder silence, you finally begin to heal and find comfort in his brother.

sae itoshi x reader / rin itoshi x reader ⭑ angst / childhood sweethearts to strangers / rin's the better brother + likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

note: BYE this destroyed me

"don't wait for me."

that was the last thing he said.

but it wasn't the worst.

the worst were the words that came before that, bitten out through clenched teeth, eyes colder than winter rain like he couldn't stand the sight of you anymore.

"the thing between us? it's nothing."

you'd thought he was angry. tired or scared, maybe. that if you held on just a little longer, he would say he didn't mean it.

but he only kept going.

"i'm not going to waste my life on some high school fantasy. you're too clingy, too emotional. how am i supposed to focus when you're always acting like this forever?"

it was like every sentence stripped something off your bones.

you stood there on the curb, blinking back tears in the lamplight, your fingers twitching with the need to reach for him, even as he carved you open with each breath.

he didn't look sorry nor did he look conflicted.

"you're just a distraction, y/n. i don't need that where i'm going."

he left you crying in the cold. he never turned around. not once.

and in the years that followed, not a single message came through. not a single call. you waited in the dark for a while, hoping he would come to his senses. hoping the sae you loved would wake up and remember what you meant to each other.

but the silence spoke louder than anything else ever could.

so you forced yourself to move on. to stop searching for his name in your notifications. to scroll past every football update account that may post about him with glowing headlines and pixelated match clips.

to stop hoping you'd hear his voice in some interview or press conference, that he'd accidentally let your name slip through the cracks of his cold, practiced exterior.

you buried the softness he once coaxed out of you, the version of yourself that believed in fairy tales and forever, and learned how to live like you didn't need him. like he hadn't cracked your world open and then walked away from the wreckage without so much as glancing back.

even when it still hurt. even when the pain became part of you. and now, years later, he was back.

not in headlines, not on a screen. he was here.

it was winter when he came back, late january. the air bit, the sky was heavy with clouds. snow clung to the bare trees like it, too, had refused to let go of something.

he hadn't planned to see you. or maybe he did. maybe something in him had known he'd find you in the places that once belonged to both of you.

the park.

your park.

he spotted you from across the field. it took him a moment to recognize you, bundled up in a thick coat, cheeks pink from the cold, laughing like you hadn't laughed in years.

you looked pretty, stunning even. but you weren't alone.

rin was with you.

sae's little brother. the one he'd left behind too. the one who never asked questions when he packed his bags and shut the door on everything and everyone.

rin was laughing too as you hurled a handful of snow at him. he ducked, barely missing it, then lunged for you. you shrieked, running backward but you slipped.

you fell with a soft thud, landing right on top of him.

neither of you moved. and then you laughed again, brighter this time, eyes crinkled and shining. rin just lay there, looking up at you like you were the only thing worth seeing.

sae felt it like a knife to the ribs. you looked... happy.

not healed, not whole, but getting there. with his little brother on your side. without him.

he stood still, breath clouding in the cold as he watched the life he could've had play out without him.

you hadn't seen him yet and for a moment, he hoped you wouldn't.

because what would he even say?

i didn't mean it?

i was young, scared and selfish?

what is rin doing here with you?

none of it would undo the way you'd looked that night when he told you you were nothing. none of it would take away the pain he saw etched into your smile now, joy won from a grief he had caused.

sae itoshi, who was always so sure and so right, suddenly had nothing to say.

he'd come back a stranger.

and rin, rin who was always just a step behind, who admired his big brother, had taken his place.

he had earned the softness sae once crushed in his hands like it meant nothing.

and sae... sae was just someone you used to love.

someone you had survived.

and that was the cruelest part of all.

© mixolya 2025. do not copy, remake or edit any of my works.

UGHHHFHGHFHHG izana is so fine😖

New full look at Izana and Mikey's anniversary outfits!

The Jolyene.png and Sae.png are the same thing to me I fear

I HAVE A BIGGG HEADCANON OF RAN BEING SUCH A FAN OF DESIGNERS, BUT SPECIALLY YSL.

HE WOULD WEAR ONLY GLASSES IF THEY WERE YSL. HE WOULD MODEL JUST IF IT'S FOR YSL. HE WOULD WEAR HEELS OY IF THEY WERE. HE LOVES YSL.

HE'S LITERALLY SO FINE OMG.

THIS COULD BE PERFECTLY RAN IN BONTEN. WHERE DID MY CLOTHES GO??????????

delulu girls favorite part of the day

Oh Reo....

Oh the irony....

₊ ⊹ 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⊹ ₊

˚ʚOrdering fast food after pound down.ɞ˚

˚ʚSae Itoshi x Readerɞ˚

Sae was already annoyed.

Ordering fast food was bad enough. Ordering it from an app—where he had to look at the menu, select items, and willingly place an order for food he despised? That was an entirely different level of suffering.

All because you refused to leave the bed after he’d thoroughly ruined you.

"You're the one who wrecked me," you’d whined dramatically, starfished across the sheets like a satisfied cat. "You deal with the consequences."

So here he was, running on post-nut patience, glaring at the app like it had personally wronged him before begrudgingly completing the order.

Now, the bag sat in your lap while you happily munched away, kicking your feet, completely unbothered. Meanwhile, Sae sat beside you, shirtless, arms crossed, wondering where he went wrong in life.

Just as you reached for your fries, his hand darted out, smacking yours away.

You gasped, clutching your chest like he had personally offended you. “Excuse me?”

Sae didn’t even look at you. “Eat the burger.”

You tried again. Another swat.

Oh. Oh, he wanted to play.

Your eye twitched. You dramatically flopped onto his lap, sighing like the weight of the world was on your shoulders. “I knew you were a hater, but this? This is low, Sae.”

“Get off me.”

“First, you manhandle me for an hour straight,” you continued, completely ignoring him, “then, when I’m weak and helpless—”

“You were screaming like a damn brat ten minutes ago—”

“—you refuse to let me eat in peace.” You turned, batting your lashes at him. “Do you want me to starve?”

Sae pinched the bridge of his nose. “I hate you.”

You gasped, hand over your chest. “You love me.”

“No, I really don’t.”

You smirked, shifting just enough to press your lips against his ear, voice dropping to a whisper.

“If you don’t let me eat my fries, you’re never hitting again.”

Sae froze.

Slowly, he turned, expression blank, but you could see the irritation in his eyes. “You’re bluffing.”

You tilted your head innocently. “Wanna risk it?”

Tension filled the air.

Then, with the biggest, most dramatic sigh of defeat, Sae grabbed a single fry and shoved it at your lips, looking like he wanted to die.

“There.” His voice was as flat as his patience. “Eat it. Choke on it, for all I care.”

You took an exaggerated bite, humming obnoxiously. “Mmm. Tastes like victory.”

Sae ran his hand down his face, exhausted in more ways than one. “I’m never ordering this shit again.”

You giggled, happily munching away. “Yes, you will.”