Hello!

Hello!

If you're taking requests can you do a doctor reader with bonten Mikey? Like maybe they used to be close and Mikey got injured and has no where else to go. Since he's a wanted gang leader and all lol.

Thanks and have a nice day!! :)))

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I hope this was close to what you had in mind 😊 It was hard to write this without angst, but I tried to turn it to fluff by the bonus ending. I'm sorry if you were looking for something else ☹

Thank you for your request, and Enjoy!

Title: The Promise

Pairing: Manjiro x Reader

Summary: You’re a doctor who finds your former friend, bonten Mikey, injured inside your apartment one day. | Genre: Angst/Fluff | Warning: Angsty because it’s bonten Mikey, but there is a happy ending! Mention of blood | Words: 3.4K

‘Excuse me, can I have this dance?’ 

You pushed your body not to flinch this time, and offered the stranger, a small smile before you politely decline, ‘I’m sorry, but my boyfriend is very jealous.’ On the third time, the lie fell off your lips almost professionally, and you put on a stoic face as you watched the man leave your table unable to see if he was too disappointed by your rejection or not.

It was the third time, that you were approached for a dance, but then again, if you didn’t want to be asked out by strangers, you shouldn’t have come to a wedding. 

‘You know,’ you heard by your side, ‘it was funny the first two times when you shot those poor bastards down, but now it’s simply sad.’

You turned your head to look at Draken who was giving you that calm smile that never really reached his eyes anymore. You simply shrugged your shoulders not bothering with a fake smile this time at all. He would probably be able to tell anyway too. You knew each other far too long after all, meeting when you were just naïve children who couldn’t imagine what the future would bring. 

‘I had night shifts all week, please, let me enjoy some sitting around,’ you said in a friendly joking manner before you looked over at the happy couple. 

Pah-chin looked so serious it was laughable really, but every now and then when he looked over to his pretty bride, his whole being seemed to have softened like there was nothing in the world that could bring him down or cause him anguish. It felt good to see him happy. How could it not? He was your friend, and you cheered him on and came to support him and his wife on this special day, but somewhere deep down under the wave of happiness over someone else’s fortune, you couldn’t help, but feel envy over how lucky someone else could be, but not you.

Hours went by, and you figured you spend enough time around to look sociable and happy enough for your friends not to worry about you. You needed to go, though. You would be working tomorrow a nightshift again, and although the dress and heels were beautiful, they weren’t very comfortable.

‘Wait,’ said Draken suddenly stopping you as you put on your jacket and snatched your purse, ‘I know it’s a lot to ask, but if Takemitchy asks,’ his eyes never left yours, and if nothing else, you couldn’t help but feel admiration toward the man even after all these years because of it, ‘tell him…Mikey owns a chain of restaurants and works a lot overseas. It’s what Chifuyu and I had told him tonight when he asked,’ he explained giving you somehow a sympathetic look by the end of his words because it seemed not even the great Draken could hurt someone that badly. 

Your eyes stayed on his for a moment taking what he asked of you in before they moved to the mentioned dark-haired man and his lovely fiancé, Hina. They were on the dancefloor now, and even if it was clear Takemitchy couldn’t dance one bit, they were still smiling and laughing making it obvious to everyone with eyes how much they loved one another and couldn’t help to finally get married.

A small smile and some fondness for their love awoken inside your empty heart before you shook your head and chuckled. 

‘Owner of a chain of restaurants,’ you said the mockery clear from your voice as you giggled, ‘No,’ you thought about the boy who you haven’t seen in almost a decade with blond hair and empty eyes, but with a smile that always made you feel almost better no matter the situation if that smile was directed at you. 

‘You should have said he became a professional motorcycle racer,’ you said and offered one of your oldest friends a smile, ‘That’s what I imagine him doing whenever I wonder where he could be.’

Draken’s smile didn’t reach his eyes again, but you appreciated it all the same as you finally took your leave waving goodbyes at everyone you caught on your way out, but not trying too hard to actually talk to anyone.

It was a joyful night, you were so happy to see everyone, and know they were doing so well, but you couldn’t help and collapse against your elevator’s wall as you were finally inside it and away from everyone in the world. 

You covered your face not caring if you ruined your makeup or on quietly crying without letting out a single tear or sound until you reached your floor and heard the familiar sound of the elevator stopping.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped outside not wanting to accidentally run into a neighbor or anyone who would talk to you at that moment. You only wished for solitude in the privacy of your home, so you could take off your shoes, tear your dress off and slide into your bed for those remaining hours before you had to put on your best smile and go deal with your patients. 

Jiro, was this how it feels for you? 

The emptiness? The loneliness?

You felt too numb at that moment to properly care, but later, you would find it heartbreaking and the circle would repeat thinking that this was what your former friend, the only one missing from the wedding, the only one who you weren’t sure was even still alive or not, had to be going through. 

Those final steps into your apartment were the worse, but once you were there, you let out a deep sigh only to have your heart stop and your entire body freeze. 

It wasn’t locked…

Your hand instinctively reached out for the handle even before your mind could supply you with all the possibilities of why, your door could have been left unlocked only to hear a weak almost whisper-like, ‘…fancy tonight…did you have fun?’

You spun around immediately catching the dark eyes only visible due to the light coming from the outside city lights.

Your throat felt impossibly dry, and your heartbeat started to beat again as you breathed out a quiet, ‘Jiro.’

There he was sitting on the floor of your living room under your windows pressed against the wall the man, your former close friend, who you haven’t seen for over a decade.

‘Jiro,’ he repeated and closed his eyes a small chuckle escaping his mouth. It was almost like he was falling asleep when he said, ‘No one ever dared to call me that but you.’

You knew something was wrong and tossing your shoes off your feet you rushed toward the living room turning on the lights.

Your eyes widened in horror as you saw the small pool of blood by his side and a very visible cut and open flesh on his clothes, ‘Jiro!’

Your hands moved on instinct taking out your phone from your purse and checking his pulse. It wasn’t as weak as you feared, but that was quite a lot of blood. 

‘Don’t call the ambulance,’ he spoke suddenly ask he must have heard the loud sound of an outgoing call from your phone. He sounded so exhausted and weak, it made your gaps and then grit your teeth wondering how long he was here like this and what happened, but at the same time, you didn’t allow this to force you to lose your focus. 

‘You’re seriously hurt,’ you argued, but then as if he suddenly possessed all the power in the world, Mikey snatched your wrist and pulled the phone away enough for you to look at his face, ‘I had worse injuries than this.’

‘That’s a horrible thing to say,’ you whispered trying to sound scolding, but it came out too rushed and desperate for that.

He could have snatched your phone and ended the call himself, but instead, he held onto you and watched as you pressed the screen and put the phone away only to lean closer to him, ‘You will do as I say no buts or excuses, got it?’

‘Alright,’ he said, and an almost playful smirk crossed his lips making his exhausted face seem almost peaceful, ‘You were always bossy.’

‘Not true,’ you said and pulled off his jacket and lifted his shirt, ‘It’s deep.’

‘I’ll be fine.’

‘No talking,’ you commented and to your surprise, he only offered you a small curt nod instead of talking back as you were used to from him. 

You were fast and precise taking all your medical knowledge to good use and using everything you could find inside your apartment to clean the knife wound and wrap up his side noticing with distaste how unwell he was. Mikey used to be a delinquent and leader of Toman, he constantly fought and despite his short height, he was very well-build causing your past young self to often blush when you caught glimpse of his naked torso, now, however, despite still having muscles and supposedly strength, he seemed weaker, skinnier, unfed. 

‘You’re pretty. That’s a good color on you,’ he commented your choice of dress for the wedding after you finished and started to help him up to carry him to your futon to rest. 

You smiled and chuckled, but there was no humor behind it just hysteria at the situation, ‘Thanks. Matsuya helped me.’

‘You’re still close?’ he asked but let out a deep exhale which must have been his equivalent of a hiss as you helped him back down, ‘That’s good. I’m glad you’re not alone.’

You frowned looking down at him as he laid on your futon, ‘Jiro, where were you? Everyone looked. We all looked for you and tried to reach you. Grandpa Sano…,’ your voice broke a bit, ‘He was sick and…and-’

‘I know,’ he said so you wouldn’t have to say it out loud, but it still almost caused you to start crying.

That was when he opened his dark eyes at you again and reached his hand out to touch your cheek. His touch was almost feather-like as if he feared if he applied more pressure he would break you, and with how fragile your heart felt in that moment, it might as well have.

He gently stroked your skin all the while looking at you with such a dead look behind his eyes, you felt heartbroken all over again. You never thought that Mikey would look at you of all the people in such a way, but it seemed now, it couldn’t be helped, and this was the only way he could look at the world around him. You included.

You swallowed the lump that started to form inside your throat refusing to start crying in front of him. 

‘Stop that, I hate that,’ he would say and pat the top of your head when you were kids, and you ran over to his house, their family’s dojo, to run away from your own, ‘I hate when your eyes are full of those stupid tears. Tears are for the weak! You’re not weak! You’ll be a Sano one day, and we aren’t weak!’ he said partly annoyed, but at the same time never leaving you alone always stating with how often you were around you were a part of the family and that one day you really would become a Sano. You took it as a joke at first, as a child, thinking he meant his grandpa would adopt you too and you would be an adopted sister to the others, like Izana was, but then as you grew older coming to your teenage years, you couldn’t help but blush wondering if it couldn’t mean Mikey would one day marry you. 

‘You arranged his funeral,’ he spoke suddenly bringing you back to the present and his empty eyes and hollow smile, ‘You were always good to us. All of us,’ he said in a quiet voice. 

‘Jiro, where were you?’ you asked again desperately, ‘Why…why did you leave? Why did you come back now?’

‘I needed a doctor,’ he started, ‘I heard that’s what you do when you get stabbed and are bleeding,’ it was such a poor attempt at a joke, but you still laughed because it all felt so surreal. 

His thumb continued to stroke your face as he looked up at you from his position on the futon. He seemed so vulnerable now unlike the Invincible Mikey who always smiled and beat up everyone in his way, ‘I didn’t know where else to go.’ 

His dark eyes closed, and he whispered as if it was a secret, ‘I didn’t want to go anywhere else.’

You sighed and took his hand off your face in order to hold it between your palms as you continued to watch him. He looked so different, almost like a silver-haired imposter that knew everything about you and your shared past, ‘I hope you don’t plan on dying on me the first time you finally came to visit me.’

He let out a deep breath, ‘No.’

You closed your eyes painfully understanding without him having to say this. He wouldn’t give you answers, and he wouldn’t come again, ‘You promised that I would be a Sano one day. But everyone’s gone, and you…,’ you shook your head and took a deep breath to calm yourself a bit, ‘Please don’t leave me again. I hate to be alone like this…’

He didn’t reply and based on the even raising and falling of your chest, you knew, he had fallen asleep. 

You grimaced and shook your head at your foolishness, at your own selfishness, it was twelve years, and you needed to move on. But how could you when your past was so entwined around one another?

You didn’t have the energy to feel angry with yourself or Mikey at that moment. You were too exhausted even before you came home, and now that the adrenaline left your body, knowing Mikey wasn’t in life danger, and watching him sleep so peacefully almost like no harm, no demons, no sorrows could reach him, you just felt tired beyond words to describe.

You let go of his hand and went to turn on all the lights and lock your doors before you returned and laid down beside him all the while wearing the fancy dress. 

You snuggled against his side making sure to avoid his wound. His scent and presence didn’t change within the years you spent apart, and when you closed your eyes, you could almost feel like you were young again laying down next to him in the hot summer on the floor complaining about the heat. 

‘It doesn’t matter if you never make a Sano out of me. Just, stay safe, Jiro, please,’ you whispered before you allowed sleep to take you too while absorbing this moment into your memory and heart forever knowing that when you will wake up, he would be gone again.

As you slept you dreamed, he watched you and stroke your hair and face every once in a while, ‘I was at your graduation. You didn’t see me, but I wanted you to have someone from the Sano family to be there for you. It seemed fitting given that you should have always belonged to it.’

I knew you were there, you thought or said inside your dream, but you weren’t sure. 

‘I don’t sleep much, but whenever nightmares give me a break, I dream about our happy times with Shinichiro and Emma and even Izana. We’re sitting in front of the dojo eating watermelon and teasing Shin or Emma because of her crush on Kenchin. It’s almost like I’m there again,’ he took a piece of your hair and rolled it around his index finger his eyes closing as he smiled, ‘Do you ever dream about those times? Do they make you happy or sad when you wake up?’

Both.

Your eyes opened up for a moment just as Mikey leaned toward you and pressed a soft kiss against your cheek. It was chaste, yet you couldn’t help yourself, but grab onto his arm to try and stop him, ‘Don’t go yet.’

His hollow smile and dead eyes were impossible to see in the darkness before the sunrise, ‘Did we ever tell you about Takemitchy time leaping?’

Your eyes blinked, shook your head confused about what he meant leaving Mikey to continue, ‘It’s not important to explain, but I hope that there’s a future where I made you a Sano like I promised I would. I hope in that future we’re all together and happy, you know? Especially you.’

‘Then don’t go,’ you said as unfair as it was to do so. 

For a moment, pain rushed through the darkness inside his irises, and you immediately regretted being the cause of it.

Mikey didn’t give you time to apologize though as he learned toward you again and pressed another chaste kiss, this time, to your forehead making you close your eyes and imprint it into your memory as well.

‘Forget about me, and be happy,’ he said breaking your heart all over again, the pain almost too excruciating to withstand for a single person such as yourself.

He stood up, and while you remained frozen in your own agony, he left your apartment and life once again. 

I can’t. Not without you

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Bonus (Final timeline):

You rushed out of the hospital putting on your heels while you walked causing the dark-haired man waiting on you on his motorcycle to openly and with all the audacity, you hated and loved about his laugh, ‘My, my, what’s the hurry, pretty Doctor?’

‘How about a little help?’ you asked and handed Mikey your purse.

He took it and grinned while you put a jacket over your shoulders covering the nice dress you had on. 

‘Come here,’ said your boyfriend, and before you could protest, he snatched the back of your head and brought you to his face sealing your lips with his own in a deep kiss that caused warm to enter your body no matter how many times you kissed as if it was the first time all over again.

You sighed allowing yourself a few seconds of the sweet blissfulness before you pushed against his chest, ‘That’s enough. Emma will kill you if you mess up my makeup before the ceremony.’

‘So? I can fight,’ said Mikey with confidence and tried to lean closer only for you to stop him once more, ‘So can Draken, and he’s already on edge with Emma being pregnant. So don’t give him more headaches. He’s not your babysitter anymore,’ you reminded him and took your purse and the spare helmet in order to put it on your head. You didn’t really have much time to do anything special about your hair since you didn’t take a day off, but you hoped Emma would find it in her heart to forgive you. 

‘That’s true, you took that job from him when you kissed me because you got jealous over those girls giving me chocolate on valentine’s day,’ he said grinning back at you as you rolled your eyes, ‘I didn’t hear you complaining back then?’

‘I wasn’t, and I wouldn’t mind another kiss now,’ he tried to get to your face again, but you pushed him back to the front of the bike, ‘We can’t be late. It’s Hina and Takemitchy’s wedding.’

He pouted for a bit but still brought the engine to life and waited for you to put your hands around him. 

As you did, your fingers momentarily caught the small square object inside the breast pocket of his jacket.

Is that a box?

Your heart speeded up and a smile pushed against your lips before you could stop yourself. Ever since you were kids, he always told you he would make a Sano out of you one day, and when he told you, you were his girlfriend after you kissed him, that promise took a whole new meaning, making your already full heart double in size whenever he mentioned it again. 

No way, Jiro wouldn’t upstage Takemitchy like that, right?

You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against the side of his face that you could reach causing the dark-haired man to look back at you and smiled, ‘I knew you couldn’t resist.’

You giggled at his confidence and reminded him to go feeling nothing but contentment and bliss inside your whole body. Whether Jiro would have a question for you today or not, you knew for a very long time now, what the answer would be, so you pressed closer against him and closed your eyes enjoying the ride. 

Koniec

A.N: I couldn’t leave this to be angsty till the end, so I gave it a bonus happy ending from the happy timeline. Thank you for reading. I hope you and your loved ones are alright. Have a nice day 😊