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𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢, 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔯… 𓂀

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭-𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞-𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

I am 𝕵𝖚𝖉𝖞, a teen fantasy writer conjuring a novel filled with:

𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗌

𝖽𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌

𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼

𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗀𝗒𝗉𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒

𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆.

In my nook, you’ll find:

— 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇

— 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀-𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌

— 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐

— 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 (𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗌)

𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 — 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠, 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞��. 𝐈𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠.

[laylarevengers]

dancing with our hands tied. manjiro sano x fem! reader. bonten timeline. established relationship (marriage). established biological son. changes like emma, shinichiro, izana are around alongside most ‘dead’ characters in this arc. overall fluff!

“hey, don’t do that. you’ll get hurt.” manjiro mumbled, stretching his arms and pushing his son back from the table he was gladly going to walk into. it was weird, having two people that he loves this dearly, that is. y/n and his son. every time he watched the three-year-old kid play around in his office, ruin papers and invade executives meetings with his barely audible words; it made manjiro’s heart flutter. fuck, he loved that kid to hell and back.

he wanted to leave. get away and ensure that this kid won’t be tied to him, have him have a normal life without any fear, but he couldn’t. he couldn’t leave. he left y/n once and it was the worst time of his life, what will happen when he leaves her and his son again? the light of his life? the only ones that make him laugh that boyish smile he used to have in his toman days.

“dad!” a whiney voice snapped manjiro and out of his thoughts. he sat one of the meeting rooms with the executives, all waiting for some snobby people to have a dumb finance meeting with, all with the child running around the room. y/n had work, manjiro does not trust babysitters, and the executives are here so he had no choice but to have him attend with him.

‘teach them young,’ manjiro chuckled when he remembered y/n’s words at the decision to take the kid. little fingers pointed at the haitani brothers, “ran, candy!” mikey’s full attention was on the broken, mumbled words spoken. he hummed, “yeah? ran toke your candy?” he couldn’t help but smile at the desperate nods from the little boy and how he crossed his arms with a small pout, glaring at ran and rindou who couldn’t control their laughter anymore.

it was crazy, manjiro thought, how much of a carbon copy of him this kid was. the same silky black hair that y/n insisted on letting grow, similar to how mikey had it in his toman days. the same big, black eyes but unlike his own, the boy’s was full of light and sparkles whenever he looked at his dad. he stood there, small and arms-crossed, wearing the cardigan auntie emma had crocheted him with the sweatpants and snickers that he bought with uncle izana and uncle shinichiro after motorcycle rides.

manjiro bent down and picked the little boy, sitting him on his lap. small arms immediately wrapped themselves around mikey’s neck, “did ran and rin make you sad?” manjiro mumbled, patting the boys back. he heard a small sniff then a muttered, “yes.” it was times like these where the executives saw the real manjiro. when he was around his son or his wife, soft and gentle and happy.

manjiro turned boy around, “sanzu is right there. go tell ‘em.” he pointed at the pink haired man who just walked into the room. ran and rindou groaned in fake fear as the little boy smiled widely and rubbed the tears away with his sleeve. he quickly got off mikey’s lap and ran towards sanzu who almost immediately put the cigarette he had in hand when he heard the small call of his name, “san-zoo! ran-rin, candy!”

mikey watched as the boy jumped in anticipation in front of sanzu. “oh, yeah? you want me to take care of them?” sanzu bent down so he was face to face with the boy. “yes! can we, dad?!” manjiro noted how clearer his words were becoming now, he had to tell y/n later tonight. he nodded, giving the boy permission which immediately made him burst into laughter and giggles as he ran towards the haitanis with screams and hit them with small fists to which they pretended to get hurt by with fake groans and cries of pain.

manjiro audibly laughed. “the assholes are here,” koko told him. mikey hummed, “hey. no cursing.” god, he’s such a dad. manjiro called the boy by his nickname which immediately caught his attention. it was always like that. the boy admired his dad so much. “come on. you gonna sit with dad as he listen to some assholes?” koko could only roll his eyes. the boy ran excitedly towards his dad, climbing onto his lap while refusing any help with the task until he sat completely and placed his small hands on the table with a small serious face.

the bonten executives all let out small chuckles as manjiro ruffled the boy’s hair, “good job. ‘always making dad proud.” the boy rested his back onto mikey’s chest and holding his wrist with a small shy smile.

manjiro sighed heavily as he locked the front door after coming in. he toke off his shoes, making sure the boy sleeping in his arms would not be disturbed. he glanced at the shoe wardrobe they have by the door and could not find y/n’s shoes placed outside the wardrobe indicating she came come. weird. it’s really late.

he continued into the penthouse until he reached the living room closest to the master bedroom where he placed the small boy on the sofa, slowly taking off his white sneakers. “jiro,” mikey turned around and saw her. he could not help but smile, “hey.” he replied lowly as she made her way towards both her boys, placing a small kiss on each of their forehead.

she was still in her work clothes, mikey noticed. they both sat on the floor, leaning on the couch where their boy laid, heavily sleeping. “how was today?” she asked with a whisper, brushing strands of black hair away from the small face of the sleeping boy. mikey shrugged, “practically spent all day in the meeting. we got cupcakes after we were done. that’s it really.” y/n looked up at manjiro with a small smile, “cupcakes?”

he lowered his eyes from hers. ‘kinda want cupcakes… anyway, where is ___’s white sneakers?’ words uttered by y/n this morning as all three of them got ready. manjiro always did that; made sure neither of his two stars went to bed without having anything they wanted. he has money, he’s not using it and he loves seeing the small giggles and laughter erupted after he gets things as small as cupcakes or a lollipop.

“he asked to come to work with me again,” manjiro said. y/n smiled, “yeah? are you going to take with you?” her fingers stopped playing with long black hair and turned to play with much shorter black hair. “i’ll take him with me when it’s boring days like these.” y/n understands he means when he doesn’t have to use guns and get chased by the authorities. she was a worrier, especially when it came to her little boy, but she doesn’t trust anyone more than she does manjiro sano.

“you’re thinking.” she mumbled, eyes not wandering away from mikey’s face. he remained looking in front of him, tangling his fingers with hers, “‘saw a normal company, business man with his little daughter at the bakery. made me think. fuck, i’m a mess.” he chuckled, his un-intertwined hand coming to push his hair back from his face. y/n cupped his face with her free hand, “well, you’re the mess that i want. that we both want.”

“y/n, people will talk. put us in our place. threaten. they will—“

“manjiro sano. you think i don’t know? i knew no one in the world could take it, but…”

“but you,” mikey finished her sentence immediately. silence fell again before y/n spoke up once more, “you know we won’t be able to do anything without you. ‘need you, jiro, both of us do. always will do.” before manjiro could muster up a reply, a small yawn caught their attention. “mama..!” tired excitement erupted from the boy as he stretched his arms towards y/n. “hi, baby. had fun with dad?”

“always!”

manjiro’s eyes widened slightly at the boy’s reply. y/n’s small chuckled alongside the tired giggles of his son made him feel warm. tracing everything, they were making him a better man. giving up alcohol and cigarettes, rarely forcing anger out and using rationality because his little boy could always be around and looking at dad.

“i love you,” manjiro suddenly said to the both of them. “love dad!” the boy replied without hesitation, hugging both his parents. y/n rested her head on manjiro’s shoulders, “i love you more.” she whispered softly, helping their boy comfortably lay on the both of them and drift back to sleep.

they will wake up with the worst back pain, but manjiro wanted it that way if it meant having this. having them. because he knows he needs them more than they will ever need him and he was way more than okay with that.

[laylarevengers]

dress. manjiro sano x fem! reader. series. angst —> happy ending. tomen —> bonten. this is long. last part!! (slightly suggestive.)

part one. part two.

kakucho, a well-dressed man, poured a generous amount of fancy champagne into your glass, which made you feel out of place in your casual attire. as a doctor, you had a well-paid job, but your busy schedule offered you little time to indulge in luxuries. kakucho’s question caught you off guard, "you knew mikey?" you hesitated to respond, unsure of what to say. koko, noticing your hesitation had intervened, "stop instigating. she’s already sitting with a bunch of criminals, let her be. if you want to know something, go ask the boss yourself."

“ask me what?”

the scene was reminiscent of a sudden jolt, like a whiplash, as everyone in the room rose quickly to greet him. sanzu was quick to curse under his breath, expressing his frustration at the early arrival that wasn't expected for another week. as he spoke, the sound of his voice was both familiar and yet different, with a new depth and gruffness that seemed to come with adulthood and perhaps even a hint of criminality. the sound of his voice echoed in your ears, stirring up memories and emotions from the past.

rindou greeted his boss with a wave of his hand, a hint of amusement apparent in his tone. "hey, boss. when were you going to tell us about your romantic exploits?" he teased, patting manjiro’s shoulders. you couldn't see manjiro’s face due to sanzu and koko standing between you, but you could imagine his eyebrows scrunching up in confusion as he responded with a childish "huh?" It was a moment that made you want to laugh to yourself and think, ‘wow, some things never change.’

as manjiro stood in the room, his gaze wandered between rindou and sanzu. he seemed to be in a hurry, but rindou’s presence was not helping his mood. frustrated, he pushed rindou away, who responded by giving him the finger. manjiro then approached Sanzu, his eyes filled with irritation and fatigue. his voice was low and quiet, but the tension in his words was palpable. "what are you hiding?" he demanded, his tone making it clear that he was not pleased.

"ran got hurt," sanzu replied in a hushed tone. "i had to seek help from someone who was smart enough not to report it to the authorities." sanzu glanced at koko, who seemed to understand his cue to move away. meanwhile, manjiro found you standing up, your arms crossed and your face serious. you had enough time to pull yourself together upon seeing him for the first time in years, but manjiro didn't. his eyes widened in surprise, and the glare he directed at sanzu spelled out a clear message of anger and a desire for retaliation.

as you approached manjiro, you couldn't help but notice the tense atmosphere. with a deep breath, you spoke up, "you should tell your men to be careful." the utterance was perhaps ill-advised, but you couldn't help yourself. manjiro’s gaze fixed on you, scanning you up and down as he tried to comprehend what was happening. you quickly crouched down, picking up your bag, and nodded at sanzu. "i’ll leave. mouth’s shut. don’t want any trouble." you raised your arms in surrender, hoping to defuse the situation. your attempt at sarcasm didn't go unnoticed, and it elicited a laugh from rindou. despite the brief moment of levity, you couldn't shake the feeling that things could turn ugly at any moment.

manjiro’s sudden question, "when did you arrive?" caught you off guard just as you were about to leave. it tugged at your heartstrings, as it had been so long since he had spoken directly to you. you didn't let on the impact it had on you, and neither did he, but deep down, you both knew. glancing back at everyone, you nonchalantly replied, "around four."

manjiro’s sudden outburst of "fuck" caught everyone's attention, leaving them confused. he turned to sanzu and began to criticize him for his occasional stupidity. as you turned around to see what was happening, you saw ran barely able to stand and still half asleep. you immediately urged her to go back to sleep, fearing that she might hurt herself more. it was as if there were two different versions of you - one who was angelic and protective while dealing with his executives, and another who was cold and harsh while talking to manjiro.

"if only you guys weren't so fucking noisy," ran exclaimed, glancing at everyone except for you. manjiro noticed your hand resting on ran’s shoulder and interjected, "you can't just walk away. if you had been more cautious, you would have noticed those bastards watching your every move." he directed his words towards sanzu. "why do you think i arrived early? he’s targeting all of our crucial areas and eliminating our comrades." as manjiro carried on, you couldn't help but feel perplexed. who is this person he's referring to? what have you gotten yourself involved in? and what has jiro gotten himself into?

on the morning after, you found yourself waking up in a lavishly furnished bedroom located in a luxurious penthouse. as you tried to piece together the events of the previous night, manjiro, a person you thought you knew, kept talking in a language that you struggled to comprehend. despite the euphuism barrier, it was clear that all the executives present in the room were in agreement about not leaving you alone.

from what you understand, you have always beena prey, right from your days in toman, where you have been since the very beginning. It seems like you have been used as a pawn to get into manjiro’s head. however, you are not sure if this is the reason why he left and started bonten. you are also unsure if it would have been better if you had gone away with him, where you would be safe by his side. you didn't know. the uncertainty of the situation is making you feel helpless since, you truly, genuinely and irrocevbely do not know anything.

yet you woke up in manjiro’s home and you’ll get your answers.

you pounded your hands on the pristine kitchen counter, exclaiming, "what on earth is happening?" manjiro appeared caught off guard, yet he nonchalantly proceeded to light his cigarette. it felt strange witnessing him engage in such behavior. although both of you had once indulged in rebellious acts of smoking and underage drinking, this situation seemed different. it appeared to be a lasting issue, not just a passing phase. as he gazed into your eyes, a wave of emotions overwhelmed you, and tears threatened to spill.

he inquired, "what are you trying to say?" you were seething with frustration, overflowing with anger. swiftly, you grabbed the cigarette from his lips and extinguished it on the pristine white marble of the countertop. weary, he glanced at the mark left behind, then met your gaze once again. with a fiery determination, you stormed around the barrier of the counter and positioned yourself directly in front of manjiro, who sat on a stool. your faces were now inches apart.

it was impossible to recognize him. absolutely impossible. even if you stared at him for hours, there was something different about him. the beautiful blonde hair that you used to play with was gone, and his boyish smile, the one that always made you smile back, seemed to have vanished for years. and his eyes, oh, manjiro’s eyes. they were always dark and almost devoid of emotion, but you loved them, adored them. yet now, they appeared completely emotionless. he had bags under his eyes, and he looked so thin that it was impossible not to worry.

“it’s as if you're intentionally avoiding my forgiveness. it’s as if you couldn't care less," you were aware that you were burdening him, provoking him. however, you needed reassurance. the fear and disapproval evident in his eyes confirmed something, "i do care. all i do is care about you. don’t. don’t say i don't." you scoffed at his response. you didn't attempt to argue with him when he walked away twelve years ago, so why now? it it a result of pent-up anger?

“if i was in danger from some crazy motherfuckers all those years then why was i not living here, hm? why was i not by your side like i always used to be?”

“because it’s—“

"—‘it’s better this way.’ go fuck yourself, manjiro!" you said with a bitter tone. you had never spoken to him like this before, not in such a serious manner. "i’ve waited for so many years, and you've never once approached me. all i got was some lousy flowers on my birthday and crazy fucking sanzu following me everywhere!" deep down, he knew you were lying. he had gotten you wisterias, your favorite flowers, and you really liked sanzu, but that wasn't the point at this moment. he allowed you to vent, just like before. you were furious with him, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia, as if he was fifteen again, standing next to his motorcycle while you sat on it, wearing his tomen jacket on your shoulders.

“i can't believe it... you never even said "i love you" back when you left! It haunted me every single day. why couldn't you say it? don’t you love me anymore?" manjiro closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh in response to your words. you looked so familiar, with your messy hair from just waking up and the way you were arguing with him. it reminded him of all those old bickering sessions you used to have. suddenly, he gently cupped your face, causing your words to fade away on your tongue.

his eyes darted back and forth between your gaze and your lips, repeatedly, as he uttered those three words, "i love you." your lips brushed for a moment before you withdrew and playfully punched his shoulder. "you can't just say that now and expect me to forget everything," you said. he shook his head, "no, i don't expect forgiveness. I just wanted you to know." you muttered a curse under your breath and tugged him closer by his black shirt. clothes were discarded, and the intensity quickly escalated, yet it felt like pure perfection. things had changed, manjiro had changed, but then again, maybe he hadn't.

the way he held your hand the whole time, the way he whispers sweet nothings like he isn’t a maniacal criminal, the way he refuses to let your mind wander and focus on anything that’s not him, the way he doesn’t let himself feel too good until you have. everything was the same, but it just was not, and maybe that was okay.

it all felt right when you agreed to accompany him to some work party. you wore a dress so similar to the one you wore during your first date, only more mature in its design and on your features. you were foolish to come back into this life. but it was manjiro. you’d always choose manjiro sano even if it meant having your comely dress on the floor and the risk of being his girl again. but you were taking the chance because something told you he won’t leave this time.

and you were right. he redeemed himself. you forgave him. things sometimes got rocky, but he didn’t run away this time and that was all you wanted.

[laylarevengers]

dress. manjiro sano x fem! reader. series. angst —> happy ending. tomen —> bonten.

part one.

after a prolonged period of silence, sanzu’s voice broke the stillness. you were sitting beside him in the front seat, unwilling to take the initiative of sitting in the back. sanzu had a reputation for being batshit crazy, but you believed he wouldn't harm you. he was fiercely loyal to mikey and, surprisingly, he seemed to find your presence bearable. as he spoke, asking, "how have you been?" you couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and gratitude for his relative calmness.

as you feel the breeze from the open window, you turn your gaze towards Sanzu, the person who would usually be the greatest threat to be around is making you feel comfortable. a faint chuckle escapes your lips as you speak, "i’m no idiot, sanzu. i know it‘s your job to keep tabs on me." you lower your hand and observe him closely. various things are foreign about him now. he is not covering his scars as he had back then, and his hair is finally cut in a shape you had been urging him to adopt ever since you handed him water when you first met him back in the day.

“well, i wasn’t really trying to hide it. don’t tell mikey.”

“i never thought you’d disobey his orders.”

sanzu firmly denied any wrongdoing as he skillfully maneuvered his car into a parking spot. "technically, i didn't do anything wrong," he insisted, flashing you a reassuring crazy-like smile before stepping out of the car and opening the door for you. as you emerged from the car, your eyes were immediately drawn to the imposing building that towered over you. from the outside, it looked like the headquarters of a reputable company, but as you peered through the windows, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. inside, the employees looked like mundane office workers, but you couldn't shake off the nagging suspicion that they might not be aware of their involvement in a crime organisation. the thought crossed your mind that even stepping into this building might have solemn legal consequences, but it was too late to worry about that now.

after a long walk through a maze of elevators and doors, you finally reached the room where ran haitani lay on a bed, writhing in pain. as a doctor, you couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency to alleviate his suffering. as soon as you entered the room, you immediately noticed ran’s discomfort and urged him to remove his shirt to examine his injury, forgetting and ignoring who he is.

as a specialist in treating severe injuries such as gunshots and stab wounds, you've encountered your fair share of patients with such wounds. however, what truly unsettled you this time wasn't the gunshot wound itself. It was the unsettling realization that if haitani had been left to suffer from a bullet wound without immediate medical attention, it sparked a deep fear within you. the thought that he may have endured such pain without seeking help sent shivers down your spine.

the reaction from you was absolutely dreadful, and there was an immediate sense of urgency as you examined the wound more closely. this was no ordinary gunshot; it was a deliberate act of revenge. "the hell is with that reaction?" you hadn't even realized that there were other people in the room. rin haitani, who had been standing beside sanzu, koko and kakucho, spoke up with a concerned and puzzled expression on his face. despite his worry and confusion, you carried on with your task, explaining the situation to him.

as fury consumed them all, you remained completely absorbed in rectifying this chaos and ensuring the man lying on the bed would survive, oblivious to their words. it took an arduous three hours to safeguard ran from a severe cardiac arrest and halt the venom's deadly progression. finally, you found solace outside the room, in a cozy living space, where you could finally take a much-needed breath after the relentless ordeal of the past three hours.

as rin emerged from the room, it was evident that he was struggling to hold back his tears. without even realizing it, you found yourself speaking words of comfort, your tone gentle and compassionate. it was almost surreal to be offering reassurance to someone who could potentially be a dangerous individual. however, you pressed on, mindful of the presence of others around you. "i arrived in time to prevent any major complications. he will experience a severe fever for approximately a month, which will undoubtedly be tedious. but it's certainly a preferable outcome, wouldn't you agree?"

"sanzu, why are you acquainted with a fallen fucking angel like her? you’re such a dog in comparison," rin teased, finding solace in your words. surprisingly, sanzu responded, "don’t you dare lay your eyes on the boss' girl, haitani." the room filled with a chorus of confused "what's" and "huh's," prompting me to urgently silence them and plead for everyone to let ran rest.

“i am leaving,” you speak directly towards sanzu. “no, no, no, come on. let me get you something to eat or drink as a thank you.” you could not tell if rin was being sarcastic or not, but when you glanced at sanzu for reassurance, he nodded and then you found yourself having dinner with the bonten executives.

2/?

[laylarevengers]

dress. manjiro sano x fem! reader. series. angst. tomen —> bonten.

part two.

as you hop onto the backseat of Manjiro's motorcycle, you can't help but feel a sense of sadness and uncertainty looming over you. accepting his offer to ride tonight was a bittersweet decision, as you knew it might be the last time you would have the chance to do so. the recent announcement that tomen was disbanding had caught you off guard, and the shock of it all had left you with widened eyes and tears streaming down your cheeks in the chilly night breeze.

you couldn't help but think of all the friends you had lost along the way - shinichiro, emma, and izana - all gone without a trace. and yet, you were still here, by manjiro’s side, willing to stay and fight until the end. so why did he act like you were already buried in the dirt and rotting away? the thought left you with a sense of unease, wondering what the future had in store for you both.

mikey shifted his gaze from the floor to you and let out a soft hum. you kept your eyes fixed on the water, leaning on the railing with your arms crossed, clad in his gang jacket. your grip tightened around your arm as you asked him the question that had been gnawing at you, "where will you go?" it wasn't unexpected, he should have known that you would ask. you cared about his safety and well-being, so it was only natural that you would want to know where he was headed. manjiro remained silent for a while, but the heavy silence was too much to bear, and he finally relented, "i can't tell you."

you had the urge to strike him, to unleash your anger and vent about the sheer stupidity of it all. however, weariness and the chill in the air held you back. you were drained from the struggles of your own life and still grieving deeply for emma. as you glanced up at him, you noticed his exhaustion and the bruises from countless battles. despite your efforts, tears streamed down your face uncontrollably. mikey shook his head, pleading, "no, no, please. don’t cry, please."

“how can’t i? you’re leaving.”

“i’m not leaving you.”

as the tears stream down your face, you let out a chuckle. "you are leaving me, jiro," you say, your voice strained and soft. "i don't think i’ll still be your girl in whatever future you have in mind." his eyes avoid meeting yours as he lets out a sigh, his hands gently cupping your face. "you’ll always be my girl," he murmurs, "but it's for the better if we're apart."

“how can i live without you?”

“you can. you have to.”

“you have this complex thing where you think everyone around you dies and you know, you fucking know, i’d die for you, manjiro. i would and i am okay with that.”

he insists, "but, i am not okay with it." he gently kisses your forehead, and the night carries on with silence and small gestures that only worsen the situation. It it been twelve years since that incident occurred. in the eyes of the government, he was considered the worst man alive, but you saw him as the creator of all the beauty in this world. you never expected sanzu to appear at your workplace, being an accomplished doctor, pleading for your help with ran haitani, who foolishly got injured. it was sudden and foolish of you to agree, but it meant you would get to see him again.

not manjiro sano, bonten’s lead. you’d see jiro. that was more than enough for a motivation to get into the car of a man you’d once saw as a traitor to your love.

1/?

[laylarevengers]

{ DON’T BLAME ME. }

manjiro ‘mikey’ sano x fem! reader.

bonten! mikey.

warnings; implied romantic relationship w sanzu, past relationship w mikey, cursing, guns, wounds, hurt/comfort (?), kissing, y/n says ‘f you’ to like everyone lol, not the best written because i’m in a rush, also some plot changes like izana and shinichiro are alive and not well.

y/n felt her breath slowly but surely get heavier and heavier. she ran through the parking, desperately trying to find the car to which the keys she has is. for a a couple of minutes, she thought she was being chased by whomever car she’s actively stealing belonged to, that was until she felt someone push her back towards the car.

it was too gentle, but she yelped as breath forcefully left her lungs. she fought back, trying her hardest to pull out the gun that was attached to her thigh, “get off of me, you motherfucker!” she yells. they don’t respond and her patience was running low.

she managed to turn around so her back is pinned against the car by the random person. she looks up and her eyes widen. she feels her words slur, but they make it out of her mouth coherent enough, “shinichiro..?” she doesn’t believe the name she’s saying, but there’s no denying it. that’s him.

“y/n, give me the car keys and go home.” she was the utmost happy to see shinichiro, but she could not let him stop her. she pushed him away, “fuck you. of course, the only reason you’re here showing your face is to tell me not to do it.”

“you think we’d just let you walk towards your death like that?”

izana. y/n scoffed. they have been gone for years. out of the picture, no contact. she fucking thought they died. “that’s none of your business. either of you.” she went to towards the car, before getting pulled away again. she looked at shinichiro with pure fury in her eyes.

“say you kill him, then what? you’ll be fucking miserable. you’ll be hunted. know how many people will come after you because you killed mikey?” shinichiro waits for her reaction. he only received a smile, “i’m already fucking miserable, shinichiro. at least after i kill him, i’ll have some sort of relief that that dick is gone.”

“he’s not some guy you can use your little toman stunts he taught you on. he leads bonten.” izana walked closer, his tone was harsh and y/n dared to say he looked angrier than her.

“i don’t fucking care what or who he leads!” y/n harshly pulled away from shinichiro’s gentle grip. “bonten is a fucking hoax. it’s horrific. who’s on top there, huh? rin? ran? sanzu? koko? kakucho? all of them can go fuck themselves. they fucking betrayed me. they stood there in front of me and choose him. i’ll kill them right after i kill him.”

shinichiro and izana both stood in silence. y/n’s heavy breath filling the cold air. “why are you doing this? to save me or save him?” she asked. “yn. i won’t let you kill yourself or my brother.” izana looked her straight in the eye.

“your brother?” she was appalled. “your fucking brother? you barely even know him, you hypocrite! now you have this saviour complex? now you want to save him? fuck you, you’re just like him!”

“don’t. don’t do say that.” shinichiro demanded. y/n looked back at him. she shook her head in pure annoyance. she didn’t say another word. she walked towards the car, started it and left.

though, the gun she pulled out and placed on the passenger seat did not go unnoticed by izana.

y/n watched from her car hidden in-between others. her gaze was on the two guards who stood in front of the club, eyeing and memorising every single person who walked in or out. she did not have a plan. every plan she has ever had went to shit.

she toke the gun and put it in her pocket. she walked towards the two guards at the front gate. “who are you?—” her fist instantly met his face, knocking him unconscious. the other guard went to pull out his own gun. y/n kicked his hand, making the gun fall. she kicked it a couple of feet away and pushed his face in the wall next to door, pinning his hands behind his back.

“where are the haitani brothers?” she asked. “you crazy bitch! what are you—” he groaned in pain, she smacked his head against the wall. “where the fuck are the haitani brothers?”

the top floor in a room with a huge diamond studded door. that’s what he said. y/n pushed throw crowds of drunkards and people dancing. the smell of alcohol was almost making her faint.

“the hell?” she pulled her hand away instantly at someone who gripped her arm.

“what are you doing here, yn?” koko yelled over the music. y/n looked at him and thought for a second, “take me through the guards and security to rin and ran.” she ordered. it felt nostalgic. almost as if she was ordering him to go talk to inui when they fought, except this time it was more dangerous and inui would do anything other than seeing koko.

things changed. they all changed and she hated it.

“no—“

“it’s the least you could do. you owe me.”

koko couldn’t believe he obliged, but she was right. he did owe her. all of them owed her.

yn walked pushed the enormous doors. she was ready, at least she thought. rin and ran looked back from the window they stared out of at her and koko. “yn?” rindou whispered. it was low and perplexed and filled with regret.

“you don’t look terrible,” y/n pulled out her gun, pointing it at both haitanis. rindou and koko’s eyes widen. ran goes to open a drawer in his desk, y/n assuming to fetch his own gun. she points the gun solely at rindou, “open that drawer and your dear little brother has a hole between his eyes.”

ran stepped away from the desk and closer to rin. he asked what she wanted to which she replied by simply saying, “call sanzu.” koko opened his mouth to object but was suddenly interrupted by y/n repeating herself, “call sanzu. now.”

rindou turned to look at ran. he nodded towards his older brother. ran picked up his phone from the desk, his gaze repeatedly turning from the screen at her. rindou broke the silence, “what happened?”

“what?”

“you’re bruised up really fucking bad. what happened?”

y/n lowered her gun. she kept it in a tight steady grip and her eyes observed every movement any of them made. “it’s not easy finding any of you. had to hit and get hit to be here.”

“thought you left.” koko said. he knew she didn’t. mikey made him keep tabs on her. check on her, make sure she’s good. he knew this was going to happen, he just didn’t know it’d be this soon.

y/n annoyingly sighed, “clearly i didn’t. now stop stalling and fucking call him.” she waved the gun towards ran. he turned the phone around to show her. ‘S.H.’ the caller id said. “it’s ringing.” ran was calm. he got mature, y/n thought.

but he was still an instigator. “why you wanna call him? miss him?” y/n laughed, “i’ll fucking kill you.” he smiled back. ran put the phone up to his ear once sanzu picked up.

“put it on speaker.”

ran sighed and obliged. “the hell d’you want?” sanzu said. ran maintained eye contact with her, “yn’s here. wants to see you,”

y/n glared at him.

“and mikey. mostly mikey. has us held up at gun point.”

“what?!” sanzu yelled on the other line. before sanzu could speak up again, y/n did not give him a chance. “i want to see mikey, sanzu. ain’t that difficult. i’ll give you thirty minutes to come here and take me to him or else i’ll kill his executives. i am armed, they are not and they’re too much of pussies to actually fight me.”

silence.

sanzu sighed, “i’ll be there in ten minutes.” he said. “five.” didn’t you say thirty two minutes ago? rindou thought. sanzu hung up and ran slowly put down the phone. he called again and told her to go to the back of the club.

y/n turned around, foolish, she knew. but they wouldn’t do anything, she also knew that. “yn.” rindou said. she turned around and looked at all of them.

“we’re sorry.”

“so am i.”

y/n assumed that the car guarded by fifty men in black suits was the one she was supposed to enter. the front driver’s seat’s window opened down. sanzu.

“get in,” it sounded like an order, but she knew it wasn’t. the look in his eyes begged her not to go into that car, for what reason? no idea. she hummed in response and went to open the door right behind him. “no. no, the other side.”

she annoyingly sighed and walked in front of the car. it looked rich. the windows were tinted black, she had no idea what or who is in the car. she opened the other door and got in.

the seatbelt she was trying to put on just in case sanzu was a planing on killing them abruptly fell off. “fuck!” she looked next to her, to where she initially was going to enter from. mikey was sitting there.

his black hair looked like izana’s. his head was turned away from her, his neck visible. that tattoo. the bonten tattoo. even without him looking at her, he looked paler and sick. she could tell he was not eating, barely sleeping and overall dying.

well, good thing she was about to end his misery.

sanzu started the car, the club fading into view alongside rindou, ran and koko who stared at them from the window. “where are we going?” y/n asked. “don’t know yet.” sanzu replied.

the tension between them was so visible it was sure to make mikey uncomfortable. he stared at her from the rear view mirror, she stared back.

“home.” mikey suddenly said. sanzu looked away and hummed in agreement. y/n glanced at mikey then back outside the window. she memorised every street, turn and movement they made.

she felt a hand on her and then her gun was snatched from her pocket. she held mikey’s hand, the one with the weapon. they locked eyes, his dull and black, hers angry and mean.

“this is a cop’s gun,” his tone was nonchalant, uncaring. “i only have it to kill you. don’t care who it belongs to.” she spat at him. he let out a small huff, “mm, it can be traced.” she scoffed, “as if someone fucking cares about you enough to try to find out who kills you.”

she knew it was bullshit. he knew it was bullshit, but he understood her point. he gently gave her the gun back.

the continuous car ride was silent.

y/n walked behind mikey into his penthouse. he upgraded. they walked behind one another until mikey stopped by his balcony. the view was beautiful. y/n felt nostalgic. looked like the view from the little cliff he toke her to with his bike years ago. where they kissed for the first time. where she became and honorary member of toman after. where she hugged as he sobbed from multiple of things that were thrown on his shoulder. where she gave him the doryaki she made every week hoping it gets better by practice. (it did)

where he broke her heart when he said he’s leaving.

“come on,” he spoke up. “do it. not gonna stop you.” she looked at him and felt her eyes burn. she didn’t want to cry in front of him, she really didn’t, but she just couldn’t. the tears fell and she somehow managed to stop herself from sobbing.

“not going to stop me? why?” his eyes glinted for a moment. it was as if there was life in them for a second. they looked the same they did when they loved her. “because i don’t have anything to live for. you’re right, no one’s gonna look for me.”

“no,” she breathed through her tears. “you do have things— people to live for. emma, shinichiro, izana, ken, takametchy, and so many other people that fucking care. but you’re right, no one’s going to look for you. they’re going to look for manjiro, not whoever you are right now.”

he chuckled, “so many except you. makes sense, i guess. you are here to kill me.” he walked closer and when he saw her not budge, he kept getting close until they were inches away. he felt the gun on his chest. he looked at her, he lifted his hand up to her face, wiping away the tears.

“i fucking hate you, manjiro. ‘hate you so much. fuck you..”

“i know.”

she closed her eyes when his lips touched hers. she wanted to push him away. she put her hands on his shoulder, ready. instead she pulled him closer. he felt so familiar. comforting. but then she opened her eyes and he looked so pale, his eyes were way more tired than they used to be. his long blond hair that she used to play with for hours end was gone. the smell of fresh baked doryaki gone and replaced with the smell of strong alcohol and cigarettes.

they parted ways and their eyes stayed on each other. “i’m sorry..” why was she apologising? why the hell was she apologising? she hated herself for it. almost as much as she hated the fact that no matter how horrible he is, how much his dark impulses increased and how much of his soul is taken away;

she would always choose him. she will always choose manjiro sano.

“no. i’m sorry, yn. for everything that happened and for everything that will happen.”

“..what?”

“you’re staying. sorry. you weren’t secretive. everyone knows you’re tied to me. can’t let you go now. never could let you go, but now you’re in danger. what’d you always say? love made me crazy.”

[laylarevengers]

{ TOKYO REVENGERS MASTERLIST. }

MANJIRO SANO/MIKEY.

[ don’t blame me. ]

[ dress ] — one. two. three.

[ dancing with our hands tied. ]