unfortunately at my worst
BONTEN! Sanzu Haruchiyo x AFAB! Reader
ミ★WHEREIN:
Sanzu has to break up with you, his long-term drug dealer.
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𝙈𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛: 𝙒𝙚𝙚𝙙, 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝘼𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙪𝙗𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝘼𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙋𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙𝙨, 𝙅𝙖𝙞𝙡
𝙁𝙩. 𝘼𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚! 𝘽𝙖𝙟𝙞, 𝘼𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚! 𝙈𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙤, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙! 𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙪, 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚-𝙞𝙨𝙝! 𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙮
𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 (𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬) 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘺
𝘞𝘊: 1.7𝘬 + 300 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘶𝘴
ミ★A/N: lmk what u think mga mahal! First work out here in the wild so any comments, likes and reblogs are food for the soul! Based off this.
You were Haruchiyo Sanzu’s plug. And you were a good one at that. But he had gone MIA on you for a while. You even tried to call him, which was very un-plug-like behavior, but you were worried. You told yourself after the sixth Friday past New Year you'd try to at least reach out to seek help… to the criminal organization he worked for (obviously not the cops).
But yesterday, a day before your self-set deadline, he sent you a text saying he wanted to meet. You had felt relief but more importantly, you were going to make sure he was safe.
You eyed him in his usual suit, sans coat. Pleasantries were exchanged, and he even bought you cherry tea, but you wanted to know the truth.
“Sanzu, what happened exactly?” You feared for the worst. OD, suicide missions, anything in the line of work Bonten does.
The pinkette rubs the back of his nape. "Well… since we last met, a lot of things have happened." He drank his black coffee... after dumping a ton of sugar packets in it. Even his coffee tastes were peculiar.
Today, Haruchiyo was calmer. No longer with the jittery faded look, he always had. He hums. "I went home for the holidays last November, and I went to my friend Mucho’s place for dinner at his apartment.”
“Uh-huh.”
“But it was not dinner. It was an intervention for me — my least favorite kind of intervention.” His face scrunches sourly, his voice sounding minorly bitter and annoyed from the memory.
You motioned him to elaborate.
“When I walked into my intervention, I knew right away, that it was an intervention." Sanzu leans back and motions to you with an incredulous look and a scoff. “Do you know how big of a drug problem you have to have if you open a door and see your family and a few friends gathered, and your first thought is, ‘This is probably an intervention about my drug problem?’”
You snorted. He smiles. Haruchiyo was trying his damn hardest to make it up to you today.
“I uh... got admitted to rehab the same day my workplace, you know the office, got raided by police.” You nod. You heard of the news and had immediately worried for your loyal customer. “They’re fine though. Mochi... is going to jail for a bit, however.”
“I’ll make sure to visit.” You promise. Mochizuki was one of the nicer executives. He was actually the first person you were going to ask about Haruchiyo.
“Yeah, but it wouldn’t have happened on my watch.”
“I’m sure it wouldn’t have Sanzu.” You giggled.
“No really.”
“Not a doubt.” You sip your drink coolly.
He squinted at you and you broke into a smile. “Okay, a little bit.” Façade breaking. “I heard they brought a SWAT team, I don’t know how you were gonna win against that.”
“I still would’ve.” He gives you a pointed look but you can see the sparkle in his beautiful blue eyes.
“Uh-huh.”
The table next to you shuffles and was seated two old ladies. With glances and whispers about Sanzu's scars, they were definitely the gossipy type.
But instead of being discreet with such a sensitive topic, Sanzu becomes a bit more mischievous. His blue eyes and gorgeous eyelashes meet and look earnestly at yours.
“But Y/N…” He takes your hands in his and you shiver at how soft his hands were, despite his line of occupation. “Now my counselor tells me I have to be a big boy and… break up with you.”
You hitch a breath. He had been to short-term rehab quite a few times (against his will) in the past 2 years you’ve known him, but this is the first time he’s taken a step himself. He was breaking up with you, his dealer.
The ladies listening to your conversation give a small gasp, hearing juicy gossip. “They’re breaking up? Oh no, the poor couple they look so good together too…”
You bit your lip to avoid laughing, but Sanzu, however, maintained his acting but you could see that he too was close to losing it.
“So Y/N.” He says shakily and gives a sad smile, “I will be deleting your number and blocking you, and I am never buying drugs from you again.”
The old lady gives a loud cough as she was drinking water.
He looked with such adoring eyes, you would've believed it was real. “Thank you, Y/N, for all the nights that became days and your inspired professionalism." He sighs adoringly. "These past 2 years have been great, meeting up in backdoor alleys, or in your weed-smelling car, and for always coming through with the good stuff." You blush as he nods earnestly. "Thank you for your discounts and for making sure I don’t OD myself.”
"A-Anytime Haru..."
The ladies next to you get up and leave for another table and you lost it.
He too lost himself in a flurry of small laughs, and you believe this was a treasure. His hold on your hands turned into your fingers interlocking as you both giggled nonstop.
As your laughs died down, and you both drank water and gasped for air, you were both still holding hands. But if either of you noticed, no one pointed it out.
Both your cheeks were flushed and it felt strangely intimate. You gave a pause as you looked at each other in amusement. “Aw…Sanzu…” You coo, slowly lifting your other hand to his cheeks and he let you. His scars were faint but your fingers brushed over them. He let you.
You were his plug and he was your customer, but that wasn’t to say he wasn’t your first contact in jail when you got caught selling weed in Shibuya (He made sure he got you out in less than an hour), or you let him fuck you in the backseat of your car when he didn’t have enough money on hand to pay (it’s only happened like 5 times), or he let you hide out in the Bonten office from the cops for a while when you were being raided (He got an earful from Rindou about letting civilians in, but it was fine, he got to see your cute face sleeping on the couch). Plus you both texted each other memes and funny things every now and then and he even treats you out to little lunch dates when your paths crossed.
Yeah, the feeling was mutual. You guys were close.
“Haru, I'm so proud of you. I'm so happy that you want to get sober.” Your small smile meant the world to Haruchiyo.
“Yeah” He mumbles, leaning forward and into your touch, his voice going low. “Takeomi said he’ll quit the nic too, so it sorta is for Senju.”
You remembered Senju, his adorable and spunky little sister. She caught you and her brother, one-time mid-transaction at a McDonalds and you both played it cool, hiding the baggie between you both. You even treated her for nuggets. She was, just 15, and the Akashi siblings didn’t have parents anymore.
You smiled at him dearly. Your heart was swelling in pride, at the same time aching because this actually did feel like a breakup. This would be the last time you would ever see him, then?
“Well…” You started. If that was the case, it was time for you to be true as well.
You squeezed his hand and smiled shyly. “I gotta be honest… I only bought drugs to sell to you, because I was worried about you, and I didn't want you to get worse stuff off of other plugs.”
Sanzu sat up a little and gave an audible gasp you thought was adorable to which you giggled. His hand tightened against yours. “Wait, for real? Don’t you sell drugs to other people?”
You shake your head, resting your chin on your hand. “Nope, just weed. And that too I only started selling when we met, just so I could buy what you wanted.”
“Wait so what are you?”
“I’m a florist Sanzu.” You try to stifle a giggle. “Like actual flowers. I grow the weed at home to sell.” You hum for a second and sit up too. “Speaking of, I should probably stop selling as well since you’re gonna go sober now.”
He looked absolutely gobsmacked. His lips form a small-O, similar to the shocked pikachu meme.
“Hold on, so how did you end up selling me drugs?”
“I…” You also look up in thought. “Actually don’t remember either, huh.”
“We met 2 years ago?” Sanzu gives a stressed laugh.
“Was it at the club? In Yokohama. You were cranky because your old dealer got sent to jail I think.”
Sanzu racks his brain trying to remember, if he was there that night he was probably high off his mind with Vicodin and Tequila.
“My friend gave me some high-quality stuff to chill out, and you asked for some.” You said, not too sure but it sounded right.
And ohhhh now Sanzu remembers. He remembered in flashes certain details, such as your beautiful silver dress in the club that night, you on his lap as you shared the bitter pill in a deep kiss. He also remembers asking for your number, telling you to hook him up with the same stuff and he’ll text you soon.
You also remember that crazy night, coming in hazy details, but you both flushed red and broke into precious laughter.
“So you really aren’t a drug dealer?”
“Nope. Was a regular civilian until that night Haru.”
There were many tales of drug dealers turning innocent people into drug addicts, but Sanzu might be the first drug addict to turn an innocent woman into a drug dealer.
He looked primordially embarrassed but your laughs made him feel easy in this predicament. You always made him feel easy.
“Hey, Y/N?” He still hasn’t let go of your hand. You were surprised about how natural it felt.
“Yes, Haru?”
“I sorta wanna break up with the drugs, but not with you.” He says earnestly, meeting your eyes.
You give a sigh of relief and tease, trying to hide how pleased you were. “Whew, and here I thought I was being blocked and deleted forever.”
You smile over the sadness you were trying to keep down, which was slowly fading. You wanted Sanzu too, minus the illegal activity.
He brought your intertwined fingers to his lips and gave a small kiss on your knuckles, his blue eyes were clear now. His pink fringe fell a bit past his eyes and gorgeous eyelashes.
You had to break into a smile. You could get used to this.
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Last December, Sanzu walked up to Mucho’s place with a big smile in the fluffiest pajama set he owned. He had even brought a gift bag, which was full of snacks and he couldn’t wait to eat them all watching shitty Hallmark movies with Mucho, as per yearly tradition. It’s been a while since he and his best friend had met up but Bonten has been trying to keep its legitimate image for a while now, which meant a lot of work.
However, he frowns upon opening the door when he saw on the couch was not just Mucho, but also his little sister Senju, his older brother Takeomi, and his childhood friends such as Baji, Takemitchy, and Koko, heck they even got Mikey to sit around for this.
Ah yes- an Intervention. He was ambushed.
Sanzu blinks at them, and they stare at him, watching his movements. He gently places the snacks on the floor and promptly turns around to leave, shutting the door gently.
Nope, he was not dealing with this today.
“Did he… just leave?” Mucho asks.
Mikey sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Senju, get your brother. Baji go with her.”
The two hop off, Keisuke ready to manhandle and Senju with a bounce in her step.
They all slump back in their seat waiting for Haruchiyo’s return. Could’ve gone worse.
Takeomi sighs, taking a sip of his beer. “How do you know it’ll work this time Mikey?”
“I don’t. Which is why Ran and Rin are gonna kidnap him next Tuesday to take him to rehab. The office is gonna be empty except for them and Mochi so I shouldn’t expect too much damage.” Mikey sighs. He cares about Haruchiyo, a lot. And if it meant having to kidnap his drug addict childhood friend, he would.
Sanzu comes back, against his will over Baji’s shoulder, pulling on Keisuke’s ponytail to put him down and Senju picks up the snacks and closes the door.
“I do not have a drug problem.”, is the first thing Sanzu says when he sits, crossing his arms.
“You didn’t even know if we were going to talk about your drug problem,” Mikey says dryly.
“Ohhhhhhhh.”
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