tokyo revengers one-shots & headcannons

the tea party (akkun/mizo middle)

word count: 943

"Atsushi! Hanako! I'm home..." you trail off, the sound of muffled voices catching in your ears.

These voices, however, did not belong to your husband or your 3 year old daughter. They were familiar, but unexpected.

You slip off your shoes, quietly making your way to Hanako's room at the end of the hall. The door was wide open, and you stop yourself from walking in, deciding to hide behind the wall instead. The sight was definitely unexpected; you didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

5 grown men, including your husband, sat at the small table in the middle of the room with your daughter. Hanako sat at the head of the table in her small pink chair, a plastic teacup being risen to her lips. Next to her was your husband Atsushi, with a tiara sitting atop his plum pompadour and a pink tutu snug around his waist. Across the table from Hanako were Yamagishi and Makoto, with similar attire to Atsushi, except Yamagishi's tutu was blue and Makoto's was purple. Lastly, the two who sat to her left were Takemichi and Takuya, again with similar attire to the other men, but Takuya with a green tutu and Takemichi sporting a red one.

The all had teacups sat on their dishes in front of them, plastic cookies, biscuits, and ladyfingers stacked on a pink plate in the center of the table. Occasionally one would raise the colored teacup to their lips, pinky out, and take a sip of the imaginary tea.

There's no way you're gonna interrupt this moment. You just couldn't tear your eyes away from the scene; once delinquents who'd beat the shit out of people for fun, now grown men having a tea party with a little girl.

"Hanako-chan, can I please have a cookie?" Makoto asks.

"Of course, Uncle Koko!" Hanako exclaims, passing Makoto a fake cookie.

"Thank you, Hanako-chan."

As he pretends to eat the cookie, Yamagishi gives Makoto the ugliest stink-eye.

"That's your fifth one." Yamagishi glares.

"Yeah? And?" Makoto returns his glare, pretending to take another bite.

Atsushi sighs, trying to hide his eye roll by sipping on his imaginary tea. Takemichi and Takuya merely sit silently, sharing glances and sips of their own imaginary tea.

"Don't eat them all, fat-ass!" Yamagishi sneers.

"Yamagishi!" Atsushi whispers sharply, stern eyes staring into his soul.

"...'M sorry Akkun," he says quietly, turning back to Hanako with a smile, "can I please have a ladyfinger, Hanako-chan?"

"Yes yes, Uncle YamYam!" Hanako exclaims, shoving the plate towards him.

He takes the plastic ladyfinger with a 'thank you,' before attempting to pretend to eat it. However, he can't take a bite, as the ladyfinger is snatched from his hand by Makoto. Makoto pretends to shove the entire ladyfinger in his mouth, turning to Yamagishi with a smile.

"Give me my damn ladyfinger!" Yamagishi shouts, reaching out to choke Makoto.

"Uncle YamYam!" Hanako's tiny voice gasps.

It goes eerily silent in the room as all movement comes to a halt. Yamagishi slowly turns his head to look at Hanako, his lips pressed into a thin line. Her cheeks puff out in a pout, arms crossed over her chest.

"No swearing!" She scolds him.

Takuya and Takemichi begin snickering, turning their heads away from the table. Atsushi just shakes his head, both in disappointment and amusement.

"I-I'm sorry, Hanako-chan..."

You struggle to hold back your laughter, the hand covering your mouth doing a terrible job at muffling the sound. Atsushi's head raises to meet your gaze from the doorway. A grin spreads across his face, eyes brightening instantly.

"Hanako, I think you have a visitor." He says softly, pointing at the doorway.

When her vibrant eyes spot you she gasps, the sound bouncing off the pink walls. She squeals your name and jumps up from her chair, sangria braids bouncing behind her as she runs to hug you. You pick her up and kiss her chubby cheek, feeling her arms snake around your neck. When you look back at the 5 men sitting at the table, they're all red-faced.

"Looks like you guys are having fun." You tease.

"Yeah! Uncle Mitchy, Uncle Tako, Uncle YamYam, and Uncle Koko came to my tea party with Daddy!"

"Oh, did they?"

"Yeah! And Uncle Mitchy drank all the tea!"

"Oh, really?" You smile teasingly at Takemichi.

"That's not true! Akkun's the one who poured the last of it in his cup!"

"Of course I did, my baby makes the best unicorn tea!"

Hanako continues to fill you in on all that has happened at the tea party until you showed up, which apparently was quite a lot. You sit down at the table with the rest of them, scanning the faces of the boys you used to patch up after fights in middle school. Mizo Mid Gang turned Mizo Mid-Twenties. And yet, they all still kept their boyish mannerisms.

Although they had changed physical-appearance wise, they were still the boys who defended you from the second-years who harassed you. Yamagishi was still the little boy who farted when he was scared, Takemichi still the boy who walked around with toilet paper stuck to his shoe all day at school, Takuya still the boy who made gagging sounds from the bushes when you and Atsushi first kissed, Makoto still the boy who crane-kicked Yamagishi down the stairs, and Atsushi still the boy who almost ran into a mailbox on his bike when he saw you walk by.

"(Mommy/Daddy), join us! I'm gonna braid Uncle Tako's hair!"

"I don't know if Uncle Tako wants that, little one..." Atsushi trails off, looking at Takuya.

Her head whips from Atsushi to Takuya before her puppy-dog eyes settle on Takuya. Takuya gulps; he's never been able to resist Hanako's puppy-dog eyes.

"Can I please braid your hair, Uncle Tako?"

Takuya smiles softly, ruffling her hair, "Of course, Chibi-chan."