#Lug and Sano

[chloeesstuff-blog]

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Cage Predator & Davie Falkner

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Jake Muller & Sherry Birkin

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Jedidiah Hewitt & Glen

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Jedidiah Hewitt & Glenda

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Wrong Rose Predator & Ruby

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[missmadella]

Dancing with Danger (Bonten x Reader)

Summary: You were just a delivery girl, working in a world where danger lurked in every corner. But when you accidentally crossed paths with Bonten, the infamous Tokyo gang, your life was never the same. Unbeknownst to you, your simple job put you right in the middle of their chaotic world, and somehow, you became their most cherished and beloved person—their darling.

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You step into the lobby of a towering building, your sneakers making quiet tapping noises against the polished floor as you walk in, carrying a hefty package wrapped in brown paper. It’s a delivery for Mikey—Sano Manjiro—and you’ve done deliveries to some weird places before, but something about this building feels... off. Not in an obvious way, but something about the air. You shake it off, mentally preparing yourself for the stairs.

You scan the lobby for anyone who looks like they know what’s going on. Your eyes land on a security guard near the corner, so you march up to him.

"Hey, excuse me,” you start, trying to balance the package more comfortably in your arms. “I’m here to deliver a package for Mikey. Sano? Do you know where I can find him?"

The guard looks at you, an eyebrow raised as though he’s judging your complete lack of hesitation. You flash him an easy smile, but his stare doesn’t budge.

"Uh, you mean Sano Manjiro?" he asks, voice low, almost like he’s warning you.

"Yeah, that’s him. Got a package for him," you reply nonchalantly, tapping the package against your thigh. “You gonna point me in the right direction, or...?”

There’s a pause, and then the guard sighs, clearly annoyed but also resigned to your casual attitude. "The elevator’s out of service. You’ll have to take the stairs. All the way up."

You blink. "Stairs?" You glance at the elevator, then back at the guard. "Are you kidding me?"

He doesn’t answer, just gives you a quick nod in the direction of the stairwell.

"How many flights are we talking?" you ask, half expecting him to say something ridiculous.

"Four."

You let out an exaggerated sigh, eyeing the stairs and then the box in your arms. "Four flights? You’ve gotta be joking. Four." You shake your head, muttering to yourself, “You’d think they’d fix the elevator in a building like this. What is this, the 1980s?”

With a resigned look at the guard, you start toward the stairwell, muttering under your breath the whole time about broken elevators and how you were going to get way behind on your deliveries today.

The first flight is already taking its toll. You’re not exactly out of shape, but lugging this giant package up the stairs is definitely not what you signed up for today. Still, you push on, grip tightening on the box as you continue your climb, grumbling the entire time about bad building maintenance.

By the time you’re halfway up the third flight, you’re seriously questioning your life choices. “Next time, I’m definitely sending a complaint. How do these places even stay in business?”

You finally reach the top floor, breathless and slightly sweaty, but you’re too stubborn to give up now. You’re so close. You straighten up as best as you can and walk over to the door, lifting your hand to knock.

"Hello? Delivery for Mikey!" you call out as you knock firmly on the door. "Anybody home?"

For a moment, there’s no response. Then, the door opens just a crack, revealing a guy who’s clearly a bit confused by your sudden arrival. You can’t help but notice the sharpness in his gaze as he sizes you up, but you’re too tired to care.

“I’ve got a package for Mikey. Is he around?” you ask, smiling brightly. You’d half-expected to be greeted by some kind of receptionist or assistant—something. Instead, you’re face to face with a group of dangerous-looking men in suits, who you definitely don’t recognize.

The man in the doorway tilts his head slightly, clearly not sure how to react to your laid-back demeanor. “You’re... delivering something here?”

“Yeah! That’s right,” you answer, grinning widely. “For Mikey. It’s no big deal. Is he around or what?” You glance inside the room, seeing a few more men sitting around. They all seem to be staring at you with varying degrees of curiosity.

“Who are you, exactly?” the guy in the doorway asks, his tone flat but with an edge to it.

You wave your hand dismissively. "Oh, just a delivery girl. Not a big deal." You shift the package in your arms, still acting like this is just another drop-off in the middle of your hectic day. "Seriously, though, do you guys not fix elevators? Four flights? What is this, medieval times?"

There’s a brief moment of silence where the men exchange looks. The one in the doorway, Koko, can’t help but let out a short laugh, clearly intrigued by your lack of fear or awareness.

“You really don’t know where you are, do you?” he says, his voice amused but with an edge of disbelief.

You shrug, not missing a beat. "Nope. Should I? All I know is I’ve got a delivery to make, and I’m not carrying this thing back down." You glance past him at the group inside. "So, can I just leave this with Mikey?"

Mikey, who has been silently watching from across the room, doesn't say a word. He’s silent, but his piercing gaze never leaves you. You can feel his eyes on you, but you’re too tired to be intimidated.

Koko glances over at Mikey and then back at you. "He’s in there."

You smile and walk past him, casually setting the package down on the nearest table. You’re still not fazed by the chilling atmosphere in the room, continuing to chat as if you’re at a local post office rather than in the headquarters of one of the most dangerous criminal organizations in Tokyo.

"Well, that’s done," you say, stepping back. "Now, if you could just fix that elevator, I’ll be on my way. Four flights of stairs in a building like this? Ridiculous."

Mikey watches you for a moment longer, his gaze steady and unreadable. He finally gives a small, almost imperceptible nod. That’s it.

You smile and wave as you turn to leave. “Thanks, guys. Enjoy the rest of your day. I’ll try not to break my back on the way down!”

The door shuts behind you with a soft click, and you don’t even realize that you’ve just walked out of a room full of people who could end your life in an instant. You’re already headed back toward the stairs, oblivious to the fact that the Bonten crew is still processing what just happened.

Koko’s voice breaks the silence. “She’s something else.”

Ran shakes his head. “How does she not know who we are?”

Sanzu chuckles darkly, eyes following you through the window. “She’s either the bravest or the dumbest person we’ve ever met.”

Mikey says nothing. He simply leans back in his chair, his eyes still focused on the door you just exited from. After a long pause, he lets out a quiet breath.

“She’s interesting.”

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You make your way down the steps, still unaware of the impression you've left behind. The heavy package is long gone, but your mind is already on the next delivery.

Inside, the Bonten crew watches you through the tinted glass of the building’s windows. They’re silent for a moment, all taking in the sight of you walking away with a relaxed, carefree demeanor—completely oblivious to the dangerous world you’ve just stepped into.

Koko leans back in his chair, eyes flicking toward Ran. He’s the first to break the silence.

"Well, that was... something," Koko says with a smirk, tapping the side of his glass with a finger. "She's either completely fearless or completely stupid."

Ran, who had been leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, chuckles. "Definitely doesn't seem like she knows who we are. I don't think I’ve ever seen someone so carefree in a place like this."

"She’s got guts, I’ll give her that," Sanzu mutters from the corner, looking at you from the window as you disappear into the distance. “I could’ve sworn she was gonna ask for a tip or something when she dropped the package off.”

Koko snorts. "Yeah, right. Like she’s not already carrying a mountain of confidence around with her. Not a care in the world."

Ran chuckles again, eyes narrowing as he watches you turn the corner, your ponytail bouncing with every step. "She's cute. And yeah, there's something about her. Could almost mistake her for someone who has no clue what she's walking into."

Mikey, who’s been sitting in the back, still watching the door with his piercing, unreadable gaze, finally speaks. His voice is calm but has a slight edge to it.

"She’s... different," he mutters under his breath, almost more to himself than anyone else.

Koko raises an eyebrow, glancing over at Mikey. “Different? You mean like, she’s got spunk, or something else?”

Mikey doesn’t reply, but his gaze follows you through the window until you’re out of sight. The crew falls into a brief, knowing silence. They all know Mikey doesn’t get attached easily, and yet, there's something about the delivery girl that seems to have caught his attention.

Sanzu, ever the troublemaker, smirks as he leans in. "If she only knew who we were, huh? I bet she'd be shitting herself if she knew what she was dealing with. I mean, she almost seems... too casual for someone who just walked into Bonten territory."

"Yeah," Ran adds, a teasing glint in his eye, “and she didn’t even seem scared of the stairs. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who would take four flights up here without thinking twice."

"You guys are all focusing on the wrong thing," Koko says with a knowing look, letting out a soft, almost impressed whistle. "She was hot. That face, that smile... no wonder Mikey’s paying attention."

Sanzu and Ran exchange glances, and both start to snicker.

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing,” Sanzu says with a grin. “She’s got a certain... look. Like she doesn’t even realize the danger she’s walking into.” He tilts his head, watching the street outside. “Wonder how long that confidence will last.”

Mikey leans back in his chair, still deep in thought. His gaze has softened slightly, but there’s a touch of something deeper lurking behind his eyes. He’s not just interested in her beauty or her carefree attitude. There’s a curiosity—a question he can’t quite answer yet.

"She's not like anyone else," Mikey says, his voice quiet but sharp. "I want to see where she goes from here."

Koko and Ran both glance at Mikey, the faintest trace of amusement in their expressions. They know Mikey doesn’t get intrigued easily, so this is new territory.

"Well, if you’re going to play with fire, Mikey," Ran grins, "I hope you’re ready to get burned."

Sanzu laughs darkly. “It’ll be fun to watch. She doesn't even know who she’s dealing with yet.”

But Mikey doesn’t laugh. Instead, he watches the door, his thoughts drifting toward the girl who had just breezed into their world, unaware. There’s something about her—the way she doesn’t seem to be afraid of anything, the way her voice was light and carefree, even when surrounded by people who could crush her in seconds.

"She’s... not scared," Mikey finally says softly, almost as if speaking to himself.

As the Bonten crew continues to joke around, Mikey's mind lingers on the delivery girl. The more he thinks about her, the more intrigued he becomes. There’s a certain wildness about her—an unpredictability that he’s not used to. And maybe... just maybe... that’s why he’s watching her so closely.

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You’re back at it again—running deliveries like it's just another day on the job. This time, though, your destination is not Bonten. It’s a different gang, a group that definitely doesn’t have the same reputation for quiet professionalism. The place is sketchy, to say the least, but it’s not like you haven’t delivered to sketchy places before.

You’ve been in worse situations. You've walked through alleyways where no sane person would dare. This? Pfft. No big deal.

You ring the doorbell, the packaging gripped firmly in your hand, ready to drop it off and get out of there as quickly as possible. The door creaks open slowly, revealing a guy with a bandana over his face and a sneer that screams don’t mess with me.

“Package for your boss,” you say, not even giving him a second glance. “I’ll leave it here if you want, or you can sign for it. Your choice.”

He eyes you with suspicion, but before he can respond, you hear a shout from behind him. “What the hell is this? Who’s this chick, and why is she handing out packages in our territory?”

The tension in the room spikes, and suddenly, other gang members appear from the shadows, surrounding you. You realize, too late, that this is not a safe place.

“Hey, look,” you start, trying to remain calm despite the growing number of men surrounding you. “I’m just here to drop off a package. I’m not looking for trouble. I’m outta here as soon as it’s done.”

But the guy in front of you isn’t listening. Instead, he gestures to the others. “You think you can just walk in here and deliver things like it’s no big deal?” he sneers, and before you can respond, he pulls out a gun and shoots at the ceiling.

Bang!

The sound is deafening. You flinch, heart racing, as the bullet ricochets off the ceiling. You’re not about to stick around for this. You drop the package at the door and immediately bolt for the exit.

A chorus of shouts erupts behind you, and the sounds of more gunfire fill the air. You hear bullets whizzing past your head as you sprint down the hallway, completely oblivious to the fact that the situation has just escalated into a full-on shootout. They’re firing at you, but it’s not like you’ve ever been one to panic.

You burst out the door, running down the street with reckless abandon. The air around you is thick with the sound of gunfire, and you can hear the angry shouts of the gang members trailing behind you, but none of that matters. All you can focus on is the path ahead, your heart pounding in your chest as you dodge cars and pedestrians with ease.

You round a corner at full speed, practically flying through the streets, weaving through alleyways with a kind of graceful chaos only you could pull off. The adrenaline is rushing through you now, making you feel like you could outrun anything—like nothing could touch you.

And then, as you round another corner, you see them.

Six men, standing on the opposite side of the street, casually talking, as though there’s nothing out of the ordinary. But the second you see them, your heart skips a beat. It’s Bonten.

Mikey, Koko, Ran, Rindou Sanzu and even Kakucho —all six of them are standing right there, watching you with varying degrees of curiosity. You don’t even register that they’re Bonten. Not even for a second.

You wave at them, still running, a bright, oblivious grin plastered on your face. “Hey, guys! How’s it going?!” you call out casually, like you haven’t just been shot at by a rival gang.

The six Bonten members just freeze for a moment, eyes locked on you as you run past them, unfazed and completely unaware of the chaos you’re running from.

Koko is the first to laugh, a loud, amused snort escaping his lips. “Did she—did she just wave at us? Like we’re some normal dudes on the street?”

Ran grins, clearly entertained by the scene. “She’s running like her life is in danger, and she still has the nerve to wave at us. That’s either stupid or brave. I can’t decide.”

Sanzu tilts his head, eyes narrowing as you continue to bolt past them. “She’s gotta know she’s being chased, right? I mean... there’s a bullet hole in the building back there. How is she so calm?”

Mikey stands still, his usual calm expression still on his face. He watches you carefully, though, his gaze never leaving you as you disappear into the crowd. There’s something about your complete lack of fear, about the way you’re sprinting away from danger like it’s just another Tuesday, that’s drawing him in.

“Is she... running from someone?” Rindou asks, watching you now.

Mikey doesn’t respond immediately. He only takes a slow breath, watching your disappearing figure with quiet intrigue. “She’s different,” he says softly, almost as though talking to himself. “She doesn’t even realize what’s happening around her.”

Koko leans over to Ran with a grin. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starting to think she’s a little more trouble than we first thought.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Ran responds. “I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing a lot more of her. Maybe even on purpose.”

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There’s a moment of stunned silence as the echoes of gunfire fade behind her, and you vanish into the crowd like a ghost that somehow dodged a bulletstorm — literally.

The six of them just stand there, processing what the hell they just witnessed.

Koko’s the first to break the silence, whistling low.

“I’m not gonna lie, I thought I hallucinated that. She smiled while being shot at.”

Sanzu’s still watching the direction you ran in, a smirk slowly spreading across his face.

“That girl’s either high on adrenaline or completely cracked in the head. Either way... she’s kinda my type.”

Rindou groans, rubbing a hand over his face.

“We’re not adopting her, Sanzu.”

Ran leans casually against a wall, clearly entertained.

“You sure? She’s got that chaotic energy we’re always missing around here. Spices things up.”

Kakucho, ever the more serious one, folds his arms and raises a brow.

“Did none of you notice she ran straight out of a rival gang’s building while they were shooting at her?”

Koko chuckles, lighting a cigarette like he’s at a comedy show.

“Oh, we noticed. She just didn’t seem to.”

There’s another beat of silence before Mikey speaks — quiet, as always, but with weight behind his words.

“She looked... happy.”

They all glance at him.

“Most people scream when they’re being shot at,” he adds, still staring off into the distance. “She smiled. She waved.”

Sanzu grins.

“Maybe she’s just too dumb to know she should be scared.”

Ran shrugs, eyes glinting with interest.

“Or maybe she’s just that fearless.”

Koko tilts his head, his curiosity now tinged with amusement.

“Either way... we should find out more about her. She already knows Mikey’s name. What if someone else notices her?”

Rindou rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue. Even he can’t deny she made an impression. Not many people manage to unintentionally crash into Bonten’s orbit and walk away unscathed — and waving.

Kakucho sighs.

“You’re all acting like a bunch of teenagers with a crush.”

Sanzu smirks.

“Speak for yourself, Mr. Responsible. I just like chaos.”

“She’s kind of beautiful, though,” Ran adds with a grin. “You see those eyes? Totally clueless. It’s like watching a cat almost fall off a balcony and pretend it meant to.”

“She doesn’t belong in this world,” Koko says quietly, but then glances at the others. “...which is exactly why I think we’re all a little interested.”

Mikey just nods once, final.

“Find out who she is.”

And just like that, a silent order is made. The Bonten executives exchange glances — amused, curious, slightly intrigued, and more invested than they probably should be.

You may have just delivered a package and run for your life, but now, you’re on their radar.

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It starts with them trying to track you down.

They didn’t find much — no criminal record, no known gang affiliation, just a few temp jobs and low-end delivery gigs. No family listed. No social media. No address that sticks longer than a month. You’re a ghost, but somehow you keep showing up where you shouldn’t be.

“This girl’s either completely off the radar or she’s hiding on purpose,” Kakucho says, flipping through the sparse file.

“Or someone trained her to stay untraceable,” Koko adds, his eyes narrowing. “That delivery company she works for is a joke. She disappears between routes. No tracking, no logs.”

“So we wait,” Mikey says simply. “She’ll show up again.”

And of course, you do.

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The conference room on the 18th floor of the Bonten HQ smells like cold steel and expensive cologne. The air hums with tension — quiet, electric, ready to snap.

Mikey sits at the head of the table, legs crossed, arms resting on the arm of his chair like a king without a crown. His gaze is heavy, unreadable, and fixed somewhere distant. The others know better than to mistake his silence for inaction.

Kakucho speaks first, voice low and clipped.

“They’ve crossed into sector three again. Torched one of our shipments.”

Rindou huffs under his breath, tapping his fingers against the glass tabletop. “Brazen. They’re pushing to see how far they can go.”

Sanzu chuckles from his seat, spinning a knife slowly between his fingers.

“Far enough that they’re asking for bullets instead of answers.”

Koko checks his phone, flipping through surveillance footage. “We traced one of their lieutenants. He’s nearby. Not alone, though.”

“So let’s crash their little visit,” Ran says lazily, a smirk curling on his lips. “It’s been a slow week.”

Mikey lifts his head. One word, flat and final:

“Do it.”

The energy in the room sharpens instantly — chairs scraping, guns being checked, knives sheathed and coats pulled on. Their decision is made.

But then—

Ding.

The soft, cheerful sound of the floor’s service elevator arriving breaks the moment.

Everyone freezes. Bonten doesn’t get unannounced visitors. And certainly not at this hour.

The elevator doors open, and footsteps echo down the hall.

Then:

“Hi! Sorry—delivery for a... Sano?” You appear in the doorway, slightly breathless, a cardboard box balanced on one hip and a paper manifest crumpled in your hand. “Didn’t think the elevator would work, but hey! Here we are.”

Six deadly criminals stare at you.

You blink at them, then glance down at your manifest.

“Uh... 18th floor, right? This is the—oh wow, your table is huge.”

Sanzu’s mouth parts slightly, caught between a laugh and confusion. Ran just leans back and mutters, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Kakucho steps forward, tense. “Who sent you?”

“The dispatch office?” you offer helpfully, completely missing the edge in his tone. “I just go where the scanner tells me.”

Koko tilts his head, narrowing his eyes.

Rindou, already irritated, snaps, “You shouldn’t be here. Leave. Now.”

You freeze slightly at that, reading the room — or trying to. Something shifts in your expression. A flicker of unease, but not fear. You take a slow step back.

And that’s when all hell breaks loose.

A loud crash sounds from the floor below. Then gunfire. Shouts. The rival gang makes their move — pushing into Bonten’s headquarters from a lower level.

Sanzu growls. “Tch. They followed us here.”

CRASH. BANG.

Bullets punch through the glass wall from the hallway.

You drop instinctively — the box falling from your arms, sliding across the marble floor. A bullet zips past your ear. Another sparks off the metal leg of the table.

You don’t scream. You don’t freeze. You move.

Crawling low, you dive toward one of the fallen enemy men — a thug who made it too far into the room and caught a bullet for it. His gun’s still warm in his hand.

You snatch it without hesitation.

Click. Check. Ready.

Ran sees it first. “...No way.”

You rise from behind the desk with a gun held like you’ve used it before — not shaky, not scared. You fire cleanly, two shots in succession, hitting the corridor wall just above two attackers and forcing them into cover.

BANG. BANG.

Kakucho's eyes sharpen. “That was a warning shot.”

She knew what she was doing.

You move again, sliding across the polished floor behind a sofa, then launching yourself into the fray like you weren’t just delivering a package five seconds ago.

A gang member lunges at you — you pivot smoothly, grab his arm, and twist until something snaps. He screams.

You elbow him in the jaw and toss him to the ground like he’s weightless.

Rindou, watching from across the room, mutters,

“She’s not just some delivery girl.”

“She’s trained,” Koko agrees, eyes narrowed. “That stance. That aim.”

Another attacker tries to flank you. You flip the gun in your hand, crack it across his face, then shoot him in the leg. The fight continues around you, but now you’re part of it — and somehow, you’re holding your own.

Mikey hasn’t moved. He watches you like he’s studying a puzzle that just shifted into a much more interesting shape.

Sanzu wipes blood from his mouth, laughing. “I knew she wasn’t normal!”

You duck behind the Bonten table again, chest rising and falling, a bit of blood on your cheek. You glance up at them, then wave.

“Hi again.”

Ran exhales slowly. “She just waved while bleeding.”

Rindou doesn’t answer. He’s still staring at you — unreadable, calculating.

“What the hell is she?” Kakucho mutters.

Mikey finally speaks.

“We’re not letting her leave.”

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Gunfire lights up the corridor.

You crouch behind a flipped metal crate, gun raised, breath steady — but your expression? Not panic. Not fear. More like… irritation.

“Okay, rude! I didn’t even sign for that package yet!”

BANG! You take out a guy on the stairs with a clean shot to the shoulder. He tumbles, groaning. Another charges, and you pop up just in time to shoot the fire extinguisher beside him.

BOOM! White dust explodes, blinding him.

You laugh, half coughing.

“Whoops! Hope you’re not allergic to irony!”

From behind their own cover, Bonten’s eyes are glued to you. Fighting alongside you now, but watching with a mix of confusion, awe, and growing fascination.

Ran wipes blood off his cheek, smirking.

“How does she do that?.”

“I want to know too,” Sanzu breathes, staring at you like you’re a fever dream. “She’s crazy.”

“She’s reckless,” Rindou mutters, slamming a guy against the wall. “No hesitation.”

You leap up from your cover, grab a metal pipe from the ground, and swing it into the face of a guy who got too close. Then you headbutt him just for good measure.

"Because of you, I'm not able to clock out on time this evening."

CRACK. He goes down hard.

Kakucho blinks. “Did she just say that mid-fight?”

“She’s complaining,” Koko says flatly. “While headbutting people.”

You slide across the floor toward Bonten’s side now, ducking a bullet. You don’t stop — you tackle the shooter instead, grabbing his wrist and flipping him over your shoulder in one smooth motion.

He crashes to the floor.

“Have you heard of customer service?” you shout at the unconscious man.

Ran whistles under his breath. “She’s theatrical.”

“She’s unhinged,” Rindou mutters, but his eyes are locked on you.

Sanzu is wide-eyed, grinning like it’s his birthday and Christmas all at once. Blood trickles down his lip from a graze, but he doesn’t care.

“I love her.”

Kakucho glares. “Focus.”

“I am focused! I’m focusing on my future wife punching someone in the throat!”

Mikey still hasn’t said a word. He moves like smoke — fast, brutal, efficient — but every now and then, his gaze flicks to you. Measuring. Silent. Calculating.

You grab a gun from the floor and mutter to yourself:

“I swear, if I lose this delivery bonus, someone’s getting pistol-whipped.”

BANG! You do it.

Rindou’s brows raise. “She’s… actually good.”

“That’s not ‘good,’” Koko says. “She didn’t learn that in self-defense class.”

One of the last attackers runs at you with a blade. You side-step, kick his leg out, and uppercut him so hard he folds over.

You’re breathing hard now, adrenaline pumping. You wipe blood off your cheek with the sleeve of your hoodie, then glance over at Bonten.

All of them are watching you. And for a second, you blink.

“...Are you guys mad?”

Ran leans on his bat, grinning. “We’re a lot of things, sweetheart. Mad isn’t one of them.”

Sanzu can’t stop laughing.

“I think I actually love her. Look at her. Look at her! Did you see that spin-kick?!”

You glance around the bloodied room, bodies groaning, smoke still in the air.

“So… do I still need a signature, or…?”

Silence.

Then Mikey speaks, finally, cold and direct:

“Take her alive.”

Your eyes widen slightly.

“Wait, I—what?”

Rindou cracks his knuckles. “You’ve got some explaining to do.”

“And maybe a job offer,” Ran mutters, watching you closely.

Sanzu just grins, still buzzing with adrenaline.

“Yeah. We’re definitely keeping her.”

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The air in Bonten’s headquarters has gone quieter now — no more bullets, no more chaos, but the tension still lingers. Bodies are cleared out, and the wounded are taken care of, but most of the Bonten crew remains in the main area, circling you like sharks around prey.

You’re sitting at one of the large conference tables, hands folded in front of you — more casual than you'd expect, given the situation. Your hoodie is slightly torn, blood smeared across your cheek, and your clothes are soaked with sweat and blood from the fight. It’s not exactly the outfit they’d expect from a delivery girl, and it’s hard to ignore the fact that you’re far too composed for someone who was just caught in a firefight.

Kakucho and Koko are standing off to the side, keeping a watchful eye on you. Rindou’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed, silently sizing you up. Ran is toying with his bat, flipping it casually in his hands, his eyes never leaving you.

And then there’s Sanzu. He’s standing a little too close, still grinning like he’s got a secret. He wipes the blood off his lip with the back of his hand, eyes glinting with manic energy.

“So…” Sanzu begins, voice syrupy with amusement. “You really are as crazy as you look, huh?”

You glance at him, your lips curling into a playful smile.

“I mean, you guys aren’t so bad yourself,” you reply, nonchalantly. “You got any more of those cookies I saw in the break room? ‘Cause that last round of fighting? Really worked up an appetite.”

There’s a brief silence. And then Ran bursts into laughter, shaking his head.

“This girl... is wild.”

Rindou just watches you, his expression unreadable, his arms still crossed. He doesn’t say anything — but the way his gaze flickers over you, it’s clear he’s thinking about something.

Mikey hasn’t said a word since the fight ended. He’s sitting at the head of the table, his gaze steady but calculating. His silence is almost more oppressive than the violence.

“You’re not scared.”

It’s the first time Mikey speaks, his voice calm and even, with that sharp edge that makes everyone else fall silent.

You tilt your head at him, not intimidated in the slightest.

“Scared of what? Some angry dudes with guns?” You shrug. “Nah. I’ve had worse.”

Everyone’s eyes snap to you.

“Worse?” Koko repeats, raising an eyebrow. “You’re saying this isn’t your first time in a gunfight?”

You glance around at them, a little too nonchalant for comfort.

“I mean, I wouldn’t call it a ‘gunfight.’ That’s a bit dramatic. I just got in a scuffle with some guys who couldn’t take a hint.”

Sanzu’s eyes widen as he steps closer to you, still grinning.

“I love her,” he mutters to no one in particular.

Kakucho raises a brow, his expression darkening slightly.

“You’re good,” he says, his voice low. “Better than most professionals we’ve come across.”

You smile innocently, then glance at Mikey, who’s still watching you closely.

“So... am I supposed to be scared now?” you ask, as if you hadn’t just been part of an all-out warzone. “I mean, I didn’t mean to make this a thing. I was just trying to deliver a package, y’know?”

Sanzu lets out a short, breathy laugh, shaking his head.

“This girl,” he says, glancing at Mikey, “is something else.”

Mikey finally stands up, slow and deliberate, the way a king rises from his throne. He walks toward you, his presence suddenly much more imposing. The room holds its breath.

“What’s your name?” Mikey asks, his voice quiet but firm.

You meet his gaze, unwavering, though there’s a flicker of amusement in your eyes.

“I’m just the delivery girl. You can call me whatever you like.”

Mikey stops in front of you, studying your face, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. For the first time, the air between you two feels... heavy.

“I don’t think you’re just a delivery girl.” His voice is calm, almost quiet, but there’s an unmistakable edge to it now.

You smile, a little devilish.

“You’d be surprised what a girl can do when she’s just trying to make a living. But I guess I’ll have to explain that some other time, huh?”

Sanzu chuckles under his breath, clearly entertained by your audacity.

“You’re lucky Mikey’s letting you get away with this,” he says, his grin widening.

Koko leans against the wall, tapping his phone, eyes scanning the room. “The question is, what are we going to do with you?”

“Keep her,” Ran says suddenly, his voice casual. “She’s fun.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, clearly intrigued but still not fully understanding what’s going on.

“And you’re just gonna keep me like a pet?” you ask, half-mocking. “What’s the deal here?”

Rindou finally steps forward, his arms still crossed but his expression unreadable.

“You know, if you are as good as you seem, you could be valuable to us.”

Your eyes flick to him, a playful spark still there.

“I already said, I’m just here to deliver a package. But I’m game for whatever as long as I don’t lose my job, okay?”

There’s a brief pause, and Mikey tilts his head, still sizing you up.

“You won’t be losing your job,” he finally says. “But you’ll be working for us from now on. As a… consultant, I guess.”

You blink, your casual demeanor slipping slightly.

“Wait, what?” you ask, laughing incredulously. “You’re hiring me?!”

Sanzu walks over to you, a smirk on his face as he leans in just a little too close.

“Consider yourself recruited, sweetheart.”

You look at him, unamused, but there’s a faint smirk tugging at your lips. This is not how you imagined the day would go.

But then again, you never expected to be caught in a gang shootout, let alone recruited by Bonten.

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It didn’t happen all at once. Not even for them.

At first, you were just a delivery girl. A loud one. Annoyingly cheerful, clueless to the danger around you, and always complaining about the broken elevator. You didn't flinch at guns, didn’t cower before their reputation. If anything, you treated them like guys in suits who made your job harder.

That’s what caught their attention.

Sanzu was the first to notice the way you laughed at chaos. You didn’t bat an eye during a shootout — you dodged bullets, picked up a gun like it was second nature, and cracked a joke about missing lunch. He was obsessed immediately. It was terrifying how fast he went from amused to possessive.

Ran liked to joke that you were “entertainment,” but that died the moment he saw you patching up your own wound in their hallway like it was a paper cut. You didn’t ask for help — didn’t think you needed any. That got under his skin.

Rindou didn’t know when it happened. Maybe it was when you called him out for being grumpy, or when you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder without realizing. Now he silently stares at anyone who looks at you too long.

Koko ran a background check out of curiosity. What he found — your past, your grit, the quiet way you handled pain — made him shut the report and keep everything he learned to himself. His affection comes in quiet, expensive gestures now.

Kakucho noticed the way you never treated them like monsters. He was always watching from the sidelines — how you talked, how you smiled even when things were tense. You made him feel... human. That was dangerous.

And Mikey? He never said when. But ever since the day you handed him a drink and told him to “stop sulking like a cat kicked off the couch,” he watches you like you’re something fragile and irreplaceable — though he’ll never admit it out loud.

Somehow, without trying, you cracked each of them open.

And now...

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The meeting was long. Words flew across the table — weapons shipments, territory disputes, someone had crossed a line. You tried to listen, you really did, but the room was too warm and Ran's arms were too comfortable around you.

You’d sat on the couch behind the main table at first, intending to just rest your eyes for a minute. But Ran had casually pulled you onto his lap like it was second nature, an arm slung around your waist as he scrolled through his phone with his other hand.

You didn't fight it. You just curled into him.

Now, your head rested against his chest, the low thrum of his voice rumbling beneath your ear as he made snarky comments during the meeting. His hand had long since stopped scrolling and now idly played with your hair, fingers brushing over your temple, so slow it was almost hypnotic.

You didn’t mean to fall asleep — but you did. Right there. Mid-meeting. In the lap of one of the most dangerous men in Bonten.

And no one said a damn thing.

Sanzu glanced over from his seat, smirking. “She’s out again, huh?” he muttered, half-amused, half-soft in a way only they got to see.

“Let her sleep,” Rindou said from the far end, voice low. He didn’t look at you, but his tone was tight. Protective.

“She looks peaceful,” Kakucho added, a rare smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His bloodied knuckles were still resting on the table from the last fight, but when he glanced at you, his whole face softened.

Even Mikey, silent at the head of the table, didn’t stop them. His gaze landed on you, expression unreadable, until finally he leaned back and said, simply, “Don’t wake her.”

Ran tilted his head just enough to press his cheek to your hair. “She sleeps better with me anyway.”

Koko didn’t argue. Instead, he placed a small blanket — one no one had noticed he had — over your legs. Then sat back in silence, eyeing anyone who looked too long.

No one brought up the fact that the last time you’d mentioned leaving — “I might take a break after this week”— half the room had shut down. Mikey had gone cold. Rindou left without a word. Koko quietly raised your salary again. Sanzu vanished for two days.

You weren’t going anywhere. They’d already decided.

You didn’t hear them whisper it — how you were theirs now. How the word “darling” had stopped being a joke and became a fact. How they’d kill for you. Burn the city down for you. How none of them ever wanted to see this room without you in it again.

And there you were, fast asleep in Ran Haitani’s arms, as the world burned slowly outside the walls.

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Your eyes opened slowly, blinking against the soft light spilling through the windows. The low murmur of voices filtered in around you — calm, steady, laced with the kind of danger that always buzzed beneath the surface at Bonten HQ.

Except… you were warm. Comfortable.

Your cheek was pressed against something solid. Someone. You didn’t remember falling asleep.

When your vision cleared, you tilted your head just enough to see a familiar patterned shirt under your fingers, a chain swinging gently near your face. You were in Ran’s lap — again. His arm was still around your waist, his phone untouched now, and his chin rested lightly on top of your head.

“Look who’s back among the living,” he murmured with a lazy smirk, eyes flicking down to meet yours.

You yawned, stretching just slightly, still curled in his hold. “Did I knock out again…?” your voice was rough from sleep.

“You drooled on me,” he teased, though he hadn’t moved an inch.

From the side, Sanzu leaned forward in his chair, elbows on the table, a cigarette half-burnt between his fingers. “If I’d known she was gonna wake up this cute, I’d’ve taken a picture.” His grin twitched, manic and warm at once. “For myself. Obviously.”

Koko didn’t say anything. Just reached over to pass you the water bottle you always forgot to drink. His eyes skimmed over your face like he was scanning for injuries. When your hand brushed his, he held it for a second too long before looking away.

Rindou was chewing gum and pretending to scroll through his phone, but you didn’t miss the way his gaze flicked up to check on you every few seconds. You always caught him doing that.

Kakucho offered a subtle smile. “You slept through a murder discussion. You’re practically part of the decor now.”

You rubbed your eyes, grinning. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to—”

“No one minds,” Mikey interrupted. His voice was low, calm, final. “Stay where you are.”

The room went silent for a beat. The kind of silence where something unspoken settled heavy in the air.

You were still half in dreamland, but even you could tell — something had shifted.

Ran let out a breath, still holding you like it was second nature. “We’ve decided something, you know.”

You blinked. “…What?”

“You’re not allowed to leave,” Rindou said, not looking up from his phone.

“Ever,” Sanzu added, grinning.

“Seriously,” Koko said, tone quiet but hard-edged.

They weren’t kidding. Not even a little bit.

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You blinked at them.

All of them.

They weren’t smiling exactly — but their eyes told you they were serious. That strange, intense kind of serious only Bonten could manage: a little bit violent, a little bit vulnerable, all wrapped up in something territorial and sharp.

You stared at Mikey first. His arms were crossed, gaze unreadable. Then Rindou, who kept pretending to scroll but whose leg was bouncing slightly. Kakucho’s eyes were softer — almost apologetic — while Koko already looked like he was calculating how to legally put you on their payroll just to trap you forever.

Sanzu grinned wide, like he was daring you to say no.

And Ran… Ran just kept his arm around you, his fingers drawing lazy circles against your side like he’d always known this would happen.

You opened your mouth slowly, blinked again, and went, “…Damn, okay. Possessive much?”

“Dead serious,” Rindou muttered, eyes still on his screen.

“Y’all gonna collar me next?” you teased, stifling a laugh. “Microchip maybe?”

“Don’t tempt me,” Sanzu said instantly, and that made Ran snort.

You sighed dramatically, shifting to sit up a little straighter in Ran’s lap — though he didn’t let you get far.

Then you looked at them all again. Their eyes were on you like you were gravity. And despite the danger, the chaos, the ridiculous obsession brewing in front of you…

You smiled and stretched your arms up with a yawn.

“Alright then,” you said with a shrug, “I’ll stay.”

There was a beat of silence — the kind that only happened when killers didn’t know what to say.

Then: Sanzu let out an honest laugh. “God, I love her.” Rindou cursed under his breath and looked away. Koko finally relaxed back into his chair. Ran held you a little tighter, muttering something into your hair. Kakucho smiled and shook his head like he couldn’t believe it. And Mikey — Mikey closed his eyes, just for a second, and when he opened them, you could swear something softened.

You didn’t know what you’d just agreed to.

But somehow, it felt like home.

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It started like any other day.

You were out running a quick errand — Koko had casually mentioned a shop where they kept your favorite snacks, and you had jokingly demanded a location. Ran rolled his eyes and tossed you the keys to one of the blacked-out cars, but you waved him off. “It’s just around the corner,” you’d said. “I’m not made of glass.”

You were halfway back to HQ, plastic bag swinging at your side, earbuds in — when a van screeched to a stop at the curb.

Three men jumped out, fast, masked, armed. You barely registered the shouting before hands grabbed your arms. You struggled, kicked one square in the shin, bit another on instinct, but someone got a hit in. Your vision wavered.

And then—

“HEY!”

A voice like shattering glass — shrill and vicious — rang out behind you.

You hit the pavement hard as they dropped you, one of them already screaming.

A bullet had taken his shoulder clean through.

You looked up, dazed, just in time to see Sanzu leaping over the hood of a car like a demon loosed from hell. His gun was still smoking. Blood was already spattered on his shirt.

“You touched her?” he snarled, before firing again. The second man didn’t even get to scream.

You scrambled back, breathing hard — but you weren’t scared.

Because the others were there.

Kakucho reached you first, kneeling beside you without hesitation. “Are you hurt?” His eyes scanned over you like he was trying to commit every mark to memory. “Look at me. Just breathe.”

Koko didn’t even spare a glance at the bodies. His gaze locked on you, and you caught the glint of something in his hand — not a weapon, but a phone. He was already tracing the van’s plates, already tracking every single name attached to whoever made this call.

Rindou shoved someone’s face into the concrete with a crunch. “Who sent you?” he barked, voice deadly low. “You think you can put your hands on her and walk away?”

Ran, blood on his hands and jacket now, turned from the last guy left standing. “You alright, princess?” he asked you, voice way too calm for what he’d just done. He cracked his knuckles and leaned in. “Don’t worry. They won’t be remembered.”

And Mikey… he stood behind them all. Silent. Still.

But his eyes were on you. And they were burning.

He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. But one look from him sent the final man to his knees, sobbing.

You didn’t realize you were shaking until Kakucho steadied you. “You’re okay now,” he said again, grounding you.

You looked around — at the bodies, the blood, the cold efficiency of it all. And then you looked at them.

Bonten.

Your Bonten.

And despite the chaos, despite the fear and the gunshots and the bodies — you felt safe.

Truly safe.

Because no one else could ever have you. And everyone in Tokyo just got reminded why.

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They got you back to Bonten HQ without another word.

The car ride was quiet. You sat between Rindou and Kakucho in the backseat. Rindou kept glancing at your hand like he wanted to hold it but didn’t want to startle you. Kakucho didn’t say anything — just kept one hand resting lightly on your knee the whole drive.

When you stepped into the building, the silence followed.

No one made jokes.

No teasing, no side comments, not even from Sanzu.

You walked in, dazed, your fingers clutching the hem of your jacket. Still wearing that stunned look. Still hearing gunshots ringing somewhere behind your eyes.

They didn’t push you to talk.

Ran disappeared into the kitchen.

Sanzu paced like a loaded gun, muttering threats under his breath about what he’d do if anyone so much as looked at you again. Koko was already on the phone — fixing it all, making it all disappear, sending money, warnings, death.

Mikey sat on the couch. He didn’t speak, didn’t move — just watched you. Calm, dangerous, unreadable.

You stood in the middle of it all. Still. Quiet. Breathing shallow.

And then, with a soft blink and an even softer voice, you said:

“…I want takoyaki.”

The silence cracked.

Ran paused at the sink. Sanzu looked up mid-rant. Kakucho blinked. Koko stopped typing. Rindou almost dropped his phone.

You swayed slightly in place, then plopped yourself down unceremoniously on the couch beside Mikey, eyes glassy, voice tired but sincere.

“With the good sauce. The sweet one. Not that weird spicy stuff Koko likes.”

Ran let out a single laugh — loud and breathless.

Rindou exhaled through his nose like he couldn’t believe you.

Sanzu looked at you like you’d hung the moon. “You’re unbelievable,” he whispered, grinning wide and stunned. “Perfect. Completely perfect.”

Kakucho knelt in front of you like you were royalty. “We’ll get it. Right now.”

“No,” you mumbled, tugging a cushion over your lap. “I don’t wanna move. I want food and to lay down and maybe — I dunno — not get kidnapped for a week.”

Mikey, still quiet, leaned back slowly and murmured, “Done.”

You blinked at him.

“What?”

“You’re not leaving the building,” he said. Not a question. Not a suggestion.

Rindou grinned. “House arrest for the queen?”

“She’ll have whatever she wants,” Koko added without looking up from his phone, “delivered.”

“I'm calling the takoyaki place now,” Ran said, already halfway out of the room.

“Extra sauce!” you called weakly after him.

They didn’t let you lift a finger after that.

By the time the takoyaki arrived, you were curled up under a blanket you didn’t remember grabbing, with Kakucho and Rindou arguing over how close the food should be to your mouth. Sanzu spoon-fed you a piece just to mess with them — and Mikey stayed within arms’ reach the entire time.

You were silent again as you chewed. Exhausted. Safe.

And more loved than you could begin to understand.

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It was well past midnight.

The halls of Bonten HQ were still, the kind of quiet that only came when nothing was hunting you and no one was bleeding. The city hummed far below, muffled through thick windows and high walls. Somewhere, a security light buzzed faintly. A vent clicked.

And you were asleep.

Curled on one of the oversized couches in a guest room someone half-jokingly called “yours” now. A soft hoodie thrown over your body like a blanket. One sock missing. A half-eaten takoyaki box abandoned on the nightstand.

The door opened slowly.

A creak. Barely audible. But someone stepped in, careful and light on their feet.

Sanzu, of course. He was always the worst at pretending he wasn’t checking on you. His messy hair was damp from a shower, and he wore a faded black tee. No weapons. No blood. Just him.

He stood by the door for a moment, like he wasn’t sure he should come closer.

But then you shifted in your sleep — and he caved immediately.

He padded closer, crouched next to you on the floor, and just… looked.

“Still breathing,” he whispered, as if trying to convince himself.

Your lashes fluttered, just slightly. You didn’t wake. He reached out, brushed a thumb gently under your eye where a bruise had started to fade. “Dumbass,” he murmured. “You scared the hell out of me.”

You sighed softly in your sleep. His chest tightened.

And then—

“Oi,” a voice whispered from the hallway.

Ran stood leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, one brow arched lazily. “You’re not the only one who wanted to check.”

Behind him, Rindou appeared with a blanket, tossing it at Sanzu’s head. “Put that on her feet, she always loses one sock.”

Sanzu rolled his eyes but obeyed, tucking it around your ankles.

Then Kakucho slipped in. Said nothing. Just walked over, checked the thermostat, and sat on the armrest, watching your breathing like a silent sentinel.

Koko showed up next, muttering something about double-locking the doors tonight.

And finally, Mikey, who didn’t say a word. He walked in, sat on the floor beside the couch — close enough to feel your warmth — and leaned his head back against the edge. Silent. Anchored.

One by one, they ended up staying.

No one spoke loudly. No one asked why.

You didn’t even wake up.

You just shifted in your sleep, one hand slipping over the edge of the couch — and Sanzu caught it without thinking, linking your fingers gently with his.

And just like that… Bonten fell asleep around you.

The most dangerous men in Tokyo. All completely undone by you.

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The next few days, you somehow managed to avoid nearly getting kidnapped again — a personal record, really — and you found yourself genuinely enjoying the chaotic variety that came with being around the Bonten members. Especially when they couldn’t seem to keep their hands to themselves, always wanting you nearby, no matter where they were going.

And honestly? You loved the attention.

Whether it was quietly sitting in on meetings while crocheting or doodling absentmindedly, or taking a long-overdue nap in someone’s lap — the last one being Sanzu’s — it all felt strangely right. Like you’d finally found a place to belong. A home. And you had absolutely no intention of leaving.

The only real issue? Your constant habit of changing plans mid-task or forgetting to finish something once you’d started it. It left the men around you perpetually on edge — confused, exasperated, sometimes wildly entertained. But over time, they began to understand. This was just how you worked.

And maybe… maybe they needed to look out for you a little more.

And oh, how right they were about that.

.

.

.

It started with the idea of making tea.

Simple. Harmless. Normal.

You were in the HQ’s kitchen, hoodie hanging off one shoulder, hair a mess, still a little sleep-heavy but determined. You filled the kettle, set it on the stove, turned it on.

Then you spotted a crooked picture frame in the hallway.

You left the kitchen. Fixed the frame. Realized the wall was a little dusty. Got a cloth.

On the way back from getting the cloth, you passed the weapons storage door and remembered Koko had asked you to bring him that one ridiculous pen that’s actually a knife. You opened the door, stepped inside, forgot why you were there.

“Oh my god, is this a flamethrower?”

You picked it up. Marvelled at it. Immediately got distracted by a stack of old boxes labeled “DON’T TOUCH.”

Naturally, you touched.

An hour later, the tea had boiled, evaporated, and started lightly burning the bottom of the kettle.

The fire alarm began to screech.

You blinked out of your ADHD-induced scavenger mission and ran to the kitchen like your soul left your body mid-sprint.

“Shitshitshit—!”

You yanked the kettle off the burner, flapping at the steam with a towel, slipping on your own sock in the process.

Cue chaos.

“WHAT is that smell?” Sanzu barreled in first, eyes wide, shirt half-unbuttoned. “Are we under attack?!” Kakucho followed with fire extinguisher in hand. “Do we need to—? Oh. It’s her.” “Why do you look guilty?” Ran called, walking in like he’d already accepted whatever destruction happened.

You, standing in a smoking kitchen, holding a kettle like a murder weapon, just blinked. “...I was gonna make tea.”

“Is that what you call this?” Rindou waved a hand at the haze.

“I just— I was boiling water, but then I saw the picture frame was crooked and then—there were flamethrowers?” you said, like that explained anything.

They stared.

Then Koko walked in, phone in hand, paused, and said flatly: “She’s doing the thing again.”

“I’m not doing a thing—!”

“You started twelve things and didn’t finish one,” Kakucho deadpanned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You opened your mouth to argue—

Paused.

Squinted.

“…Shit. I did, didn’t I?”

Ran leaned on the counter with a grin. “She’s a walking disaster. Kinda love it.”

“You’re not helping,” you mumbled, still holding the kettle like a confused Victorian ghost.

Mikey appeared in the doorway. Looked at the scorched kettle. Looked at you. Said nothing.

Just walked over, took the kettle gently from your hands, and wordlessly replaced it with a bottle of water.

You blinked up at him.

“Stay hydrated,” he muttered.

“…Thanks.”

Then he walked off.

You looked back at the others.

“…I swear I meant to make tea.”

“Next time,” Sanzu said with a smirk, slinging an arm around your shoulder, “just ask one of us. Or at least don’t start side quests.

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The morning started out quiet, too quiet. You were used to the chaos of Bonten, but today everything felt like it was moving in slow motion — and that made you restless. Really restless.

You hadn’t been able to focus on anything all morning. It was like your brain had been bouncing off walls inside your skull, spinning from one thing to another. You’d started cleaning one of the offices and then... well, a shiny paperclip had distracted you, and you ended up reorganizing Koko’s desk instead. You might’ve moved half his files around. Oops.

Still, it didn’t matter, because there was something in the air today. An odd sense of anticipation. Like something big was going to happen.

And then, it did.

Sanzu was the first to come in, holding a map of a new rival gang’s territory. “I need this analyzed, and I need it quick,” he barked, laying it on the table in front of you. “This is their layout. I need to know where they’re weak.”

Your eyes were already darting around the room, looking at the wall, then the desk, then back to the map. But then you stared down at the paper, fingers tapping in time with your thoughts.

The others trickled in. Ran, Rindou, Kakucho, and Mikey all took their usual spots, but no one said anything. They watched you.

You just... stared at the map, mind whirling.

Then, all at once, it clicked.

You picked up a pen. Then another. Then another, until you had three in your hand, and you started marking the map in quick, fluid movements. Each mark, each line was like a burst of clarity. The noise in your head quieted.

You hyperfocused.

“What is she doing?” Rindou asked, blinking as you worked, not even pausing for a breath.

“Shh,” Koko muttered from the side, trying to get a better look. “She’s onto something.”

You didn’t notice the attention you were gathering. You didn’t notice the way your hand moved with precision, how your brain was firing ideas and tactics faster than you could even think. You were in the zone.

In moments, you’d analyzed their layout. The strengths. The gaps. The blind spots.

“Here,” you said, voice a little more confident than usual. “They’ve got a hidden tunnel entrance here. But it’s weak — see the spot near the back? They rely on it too much. If we hit there, they’ll panic.”

Koko’s brows shot up. “Wait... What?”

You traced the map again, finger tapping on the point where you’d made the marks. “This whole section,” you said with a quiet smile. “It’s vulnerable. I’ve got a plan for it.”

Sanzu leaned in, eyeing your work. You could tell he was impressed. “How the hell did you do that so fast?” he muttered.

Ran crossed his arms, his usual calm face now full of intrigue. “Yeah... You’ve been running in circles all day. How’d you get this down so quick?”

You gave him a sheepish grin. “Guess it’s just one of those moments when I, uh, actually focus.”

Rindou looked at you, stunned. “She’s right...”

Kakucho raised an eyebrow. “She’s actually made a decent plan.”

Then Mikey, who had been silently observing this entire time, finally spoke.

“You’re good,” he said, voice low, almost like he was talking to himself.

You froze for a second, not used to getting praise from him. But you didn’t overthink it. “I’m not perfect,” you said, “but I guess I can get stuff done when I get really focused.”

There was a long, tense silence in the room.

And then, all of a sudden, Sanzu smirked and patted you on the back, a little harder than necessary. “Maybe you should focus more often. You might actually scare someone.”

The others chuckled lightly, the tension in the air easing up. It felt good to be seen like this — for them to realize that your chaotic mind could come up with something valuable too.

“Guess we better take your advice seriously,” Ran said, standing up to study the map closer.

But as they all gathered around you, the compliments and the praise pouring in, you felt the warmth in your chest.

Maybe you didn’t always follow through. Maybe you were all over the place sometimes.

But when it mattered?

You were exactly what Bonten needed.

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The room was full of quiet but buzzing energy now. The strategy you laid out had everyone on their feet, making plans to mobilize, but your mind was still swirling a little. You’d never been the “plan maker” — more like the one who stumbled her way into situations and hoped for the best. But today, you’d done something different. You’d been... useful. Valuable.

And you couldn't help but smile to yourself at how the Bonten crew was now treating you differently.

You leaned against the desk, letting out a slow breath. All of them were gathered around, still going over the details you’d laid out, but you could feel their eyes drifting toward you every now and then.

Sanzu was the first to break the silence.

“You’ve got some damn nerve, you know that?” he said, his voice teasing but still with that sharp edge. He flicked a pen at you from across the table. “How the hell did you go from 'I want takoyaki' to being the one who saves our asses?”

You caught the pen without thinking and tossed it back at him. “I told you, I just get a little... focused sometimes.”

Rindou snorted from the side, amused. “It’s like a flip switches in your brain. One minute, you’re chasing fire alarms, the next, you’re plotting a hit like you’ve been doing this for years.”

“Hey, I’m full of surprises,” you shot back, grinning.

Ran gave you an approving glance, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, you’ve got some unexpected talent. Who knew?”

But Koko leaned in, tapping his fingers on the table as he looked at you with that signature deadpan face. “Next time you get distracted, I’m sending you to go check the inventory. I’ll bet you’ll find a way to get lost there too.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not that bad.”

“You’re not that good either,” Kakucho said with a smirk, ruffling your hair as he walked past. “You could’ve really used that flamethrower earlier today, though.”

Sanzu grinned. “She’d probably forget she was holding it and burn the whole building down.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, but there was a soft laugh in your voice.

There was a beat of silence before Mikey stood up, walking over to where you were leaning against the desk. His eyes were soft, a little less guarded than usual. He tilted his head, gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than the others had.

“You’re gonna be trouble,” Mikey said, a rare smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “But I’m kind of glad you’re with us.”

For a moment, everyone else froze, watching the interaction between you two. And you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat. Mikey didn’t show his feelings often, so hearing that from him meant more than you expected.

“Yeah, well,” you muttered, crossing your arms, “I’m definitely trouble, but you’re stuck with me now. Can’t get rid of me that easily.”

You saw a flicker of something in Mikey’s eyes — maybe amusement, maybe something deeper — but he just let out a soft chuckle and turned to the others.

“We’re not getting rid of her,” he said casually, as if the idea was absurd. “She’s ours now.”

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It was a quiet night at the Bonten HQ, the guys were just relaxing, talking amongst themselves. You were sitting on the couch with a snack, legs crossed, engrossed in a random video on your phone. The sound of their casual conversation faded into the background as you laughed at something silly on the screen.

Suddenly, Rindou walked past, glancing down at you with that familiar smirk of his.

"You're not seriously laughing at that, are you, baby girl?"

You looked up from your phone, beaming at him. "Why not? It’s funny."

Rindou chuckled, shaking his head. "You're so easy to please, sweet thing."

Before you could respond, he leaned down — fast, but gentle — and kissed you right on the lips. It wasn’t a long kiss, just a fleeting moment, but it was enough to make you freeze, your heart skipping a beat.

“What was that for?” you asked, blinking up at him.

He stepped back, not breaking his amused gaze. “You’re cute when you’re distracted, princess. And you’re way too adorable when you laugh.”

Your heart was still racing, and you couldn’t help but smile, trying to act nonchalant.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

Rindou winked. “But you like it, darling.”

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The atmosphere was tense. A deal was going down, and Bonten was preparing for a showdown with a rival gang. Everyone was geared up, weapons in hand, checking each other’s equipment. You were in the middle of all the action, handing out a few last-minute items when Kakucho caught your attention.

"Stay out of the way, alright, kitten?" he said with a serious tone. "This could get messy."

You grinned, clearly not taking the warning seriously. “What, you think I’ll just sit around while you guys have all the fun?”

Kakucho’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not about fun, sweetheart. It’s dangerous.”

You raised an eyebrow, ignoring his caution. “I’ll be fine. I’ve survived worse.”

Sanzu, who had been listening in, snorted from the side. “She’s gonna get herself killed one of these days.”

Without another word, Ran walked over, stepping in front of you with a determined look in his eyes. “If you’re not gonna listen to us, then I’ll just make sure you stay close, babe.”

He didn’t wait for you to respond before he pulled you toward him, his lips crashing onto yours with a fierce intensity that sent a shock through your system. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t playful. It was raw, almost demanding.

When he pulled away, your heart was racing, your face flushed. You blinked up at him, a bit stunned.

"Don't get in the way next time, sweetheart," he said lowly, his eyes dark with a mixture of concern and something else.

You nodded, too stunned to respond with your usual sarcasm, and just watched as he walked off. The lingering heat from the kiss still buzzed in your chest.

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The day had been hectic. Bonten had just finished an important operation, and you were exhausted from running errands, keeping things smooth for them. You had barely sat down when Mikey appeared in the doorway, looking unusually serious.

“You alright, darling?” he asked softly, taking a step toward you. You had your legs stretched out, your head resting on the couch as you stared blankly at the ceiling.

“Just tired,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

He sighed, walking over and kneeling down beside you. Without saying anything, he gently lifted your chin, looking at you carefully.

"You need to take care of yourself more, princess," Mikey said, his voice surprisingly soft. "You push yourself too hard."

You felt a little embarrassed by his concern but didn’t push him away. Instead, you smiled tiredly. “I’m fine, Mikey. I’m just... busy, you know?”

Mikey smiled, a small, affectionate smile that was rare for him, and before you could say anything else, he leaned in and kissed you on the lips — gentle, slow, and with a tenderness you weren’t used to from him.

When he pulled away, his gaze softened even more, and his fingers brushed your cheek. “Take a break, baby. You’re not invincible.”

You felt warmth spread through your chest, and you nodded, giving him a sleepy smile.

“I will... thanks, Mikey.”

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You had been in and out of the HQ for a few days now, running errands and doing deliveries for Bonten as usual. You were used to the fast pace, the never-ending demands of the guys. But today? Today had been a little different.

Koko had sent you out to get some supplies, and in the middle of your run, a rival gang tried to make a move on you. Nothing too serious, but it was enough to send your heart racing.

By the time you got back to the HQ, your hands were shaking a little, and your mind was still reeling from the encounter. You hadn’t expected anyone to notice — maybe they wouldn’t even care. After all, it was just a minor threat.

But Sanzu saw you the moment you stepped through the door.

“What the hell happened to you, sweetheart?” His voice was low and dangerous, scanning over you like he was searching for any sign of injury.

You raised an eyebrow. “It’s nothing. Just a little scare. I’m fine.”

Before you could move any further, Sanzu was in front of you, his eyes intense. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you close to him, and kissed you roughly, as if to remind you who you belonged to. The kiss was bruising, almost punishing, as if he needed to make sure you were truly alright.

When he pulled away, he held you tightly, his forehead resting against yours.

“Next time,” he said, his voice gruff, “I’m not letting you go out alone, princess.”

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It was a rare moment of downtime at Bonten HQ, and everyone was scattered around the lounge. Koko was sitting with his usual air of cool confidence, working on some paperwork, while you were lazily flipping through a magazine. The quiet hum of the place gave a sense of calm, a little unexpected considering the usual chaos that surrounded Bonten.

As you flipped the page, your eyes caught a glimpse of something ridiculous in the magazine, and you burst out laughing. The sound was a little loud, but it was genuine.

Koko glanced up, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "What's so funny, sweetheart?"

You grinned, showing him the page. "Just... look at this ridiculous outfit. Who would wear that?"

He raised an eyebrow, taking a moment to glance at the image before shaking his head. "Fashion sense is beyond me, babe, but you sure laugh loud enough to make the whole building hear you."

You laughed again, giving him a playful wink. "I can't help it. I’m just having a good time."

Koko rolled his eyes, but there was a softness in his gaze. “You’re so ridiculous,” he muttered, before leaning forward to plant a quick kiss on your lips, one that made you blink in surprise. "But that’s why I like you, princess."

He smiled at the shock on your face, clearly amused. “Don’t let it go to your head, sweetheart.”

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It was one of those rare, peaceful days at Bonten’s headquarters. The usual chaos had calmed down, and everyone was scattered around, either working or relaxing. You, however, were in the kitchen, surrounded by fresh ingredients. You’d offered to make dinner for everyone tonight, and although they could’ve easily gotten takeout or gone to a fancy restaurant, it felt nice to do something normal for once.

As you moved around the kitchen, chopping vegetables and stirring sauces, the music on your phone was playing softly in the background. At first, you didn’t even realize how the beat was taking over, but before long, you found yourself swaying and tapping your feet to the rhythm. It wasn’t a planned dance, just a natural flow, a burst of energy that had you smiling and enjoying the moment. You twirled around as you added a pinch of salt, humming to the tune as you moved.

You didn’t notice them at first — Mikey, Ran, and Rindou — all standing just in the doorway of the kitchen, watching you.

Mikey leaned against the frame, his gaze soft but amused. “She’s got moves,” he muttered, his lips curving into a small smile.

Ran, sitting at the table, casually observed, arms crossed. He couldn’t hide the slight smirk on his face. "She looks like she's in her own little world," he said, not even trying to hide the amusement in his voice.

Rindou was a little more reserved, but the way his eyes followed you as you danced suggested that he, too, was amused by how carefree you were. “She’s like a little storm,” he said under his breath, though no one was really listening except Sanzu, who was leaning on the counter next to him.

Sanzu’s eyes twinkled. “She’s adorable.”

As you continued to dance, you didn’t realize the attention you were gathering. You were so lost in your joy, so wrapped up in the fun of the moment. The laughter from the Bonten guys echoed in the kitchen as they took in the sight of you happily spinning around, unaware that you were being watched like a precious treasure.

You stopped for a moment to grab the spices, turning your back to them. As you bent over, your hips swayed just a bit more, making the guys exchange glances and silent chuckles.

Eventually, you caught sight of them out of the corner of your eye, noticing the quiet smiles on their faces.

You froze mid-move, suddenly feeling a bit shy. “What? You guys just gonna stand there and stare?”

Ran gave you a teasing smile. “You’re cute when you’re not trying.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, but your lips curved upward despite yourself. “I wasn’t trying to be cute, thank you very much.” You continued with the cooking, but this time, you turned up the volume on the music a bit, deciding to keep dancing.

Sanzu, who had been quiet for most of the interaction, couldn’t help himself. He stepped forward, his voice low and amused. “Go on, sweetheart. You’ve got some moves.” He gave you a wink before grabbing a plate from the counter, offering it to you with a subtle grin. "I wouldn't mind a taste of that... when you're done dancing."

You laughed, rolling your eyes but reaching out for the plate, your playful mood still high. “You guys are impossible,” you muttered, but your smile was all fondness.

Mikey, leaning against the doorway, finally spoke up, his voice soft but sincere. “We don’t mind, princess. It’s nice... seeing you happy.”

Ran glanced at Mikey, the two of them sharing a quiet understanding. There was something special about you, something about the way you brought warmth and light into their usually dark, dangerous world.

As you finished up with the food and set the table, the rest of the gang slowly wandered in, settling around the table. Koko and Rindou sat down, watching as you served the meal, still giving you small, appreciative glances. They didn’t say much, but it was clear they were all captivated by you. Your presence, your carefree energy, the way you made them feel a little more... human.

And for once, Bonten was just a gang of guys who found themselves lost in the simplicity of a quiet moment. They’d all been through so much — pain, betrayal, loss. But there, in the soft glow of the kitchen light, with you humming a tune and laughing as you served food, they found something they hadn’t expected: peace.

They weren’t sure when it happened or how, but they all realized, one by one, that they didn’t want you to ever leave. Not now, not ever.

[hakuoki-dreams]

Hello, how are you? I think your blog is amazing and the dedication you put in each ask is lovely. Could I ask baka trio headcanons when their crush flirt with them in joke? I hope you've a nice day!

Oh wow thank you!! I’m great, how are you anon? This prompt is so adorable omg 😭 I’m getting back into writing fics after a long hiatus and honestly having requests to answer is very helpful because I need a lot of practice writing the Hakuouki crew. So thank you for sending this!

With these I’m assuming it’s a reciprocated crush, or that there’s at least some level of interest on both sides. (These also turned into another set of f/m headcanons–I’ll try to keep things more inclusive in the future!) Get ready for a text wall let’s gooooo

Shinpachi

You would totally knock him off his game!

Shin is definitely no stranger to women thanks to the red-light district. In front of you he always insists that he just goes to have a few drinks and let off some steam after a long day, but he’s also spent a good amount of time flirting with and being flirted at by geisha and oiran. It’s the sort of female attention he’s comfortable with, because there’s this mutual understanding on both sides that it’s all a pleasant business interaction.

But you’re a different story. Flirting coming from you just feels…weird. You’re his friend.

Well…

If he’s honest with himself, he’s started having some feelings for you that go deeper than friendship. But that’s not a reality he’s not remotely ready to confront, because he’s not sure you feel the same way about him.

Because shit, what if you’re not even trying to flirt with him at all? As far as he knows you haven’t had a really serious relationship before. Maybe you don’t realize what you’re doing. Maybe you don’t know how a guy takes it when a girl teases him for showing off his (albeit very nice) muscles, or accidentally brushes arms with him too often, or laughs at even his dumbest jokes. Maybe it’s all just your way of kidding around with a guy you only see as a friend. It sends his mind traveling around in circles. Shin has trouble thinking straight with you.

In the beginning it all started as good fun between two friends. From day one Shinpachi was someone you just felt comfortable around. He was honest, he spoke his mind, and he didn’t really have a filter with you. It was refreshing; the other men seemed to watch what they said around you a bit because you were a girl. Not Shin.

This did cause some awkward moments at first. You’d notice him double-taking at a pretty face walking past, then he’d realize you caught him and feel compelled to apologize to you for some reason, and you couldn’t help laughing at the sheepish way he scrubbed at his hair when he got embarrassed.

After a couple repetitions of this he finally started loosening up–it even became a type of I-Spy game you’d play together during walks through the city.

‘Ooh…cute maiko coming up on the right…’ You tip him off. Watching the sly way he glanced the girl over was like witnessing a master practice his finest craft. He shrugged a shoulder. ‘Eh, bit thin.’

The first time you responded in kind about a handsome young samurai, you’d think you shattered his entire world to pieces. ‘What? What’s with the face? Girls notice too, you know.’

He’s still staring at the man warily, as if he was a sudden threat. ‘I guess.’

‘Though he is a bit thin…’ You repeat his words without thinking. For a second you both catch each other’s eye, then break away in awkward laughter, the mood between you suddenly shy.

Day by day something shifts in the way he acts around you. Where at first he had no qualms giving back a brash retort when you teased him about his taste in women, now he seems especially chagrined by it. There’s something so gratifying about seeing him ruffle at your playful prodding, this big lug of a guy who used to share all kinds of details about his preferences for everything from women’s hair color to their shoe size.

It’s a little bit…no, it’s very adorable. You find yourself drawn to him more and more because of those moments, and for some unknown reason it makes you want to find small excuses to touch him. You prod him with an elbow, or give him little knocks with your shoulder, trying to let him know that it’s all in good fun.

Eventually Shinpachi will reach a breaking point with you. He’ll realize his fear of misunderstanding your relationship has been eclipsed by the need to know just what the hell is going on between you two, and why you keep picking on him in a way he doesn’t feel equipped to deal with anymore.

‘Come on, Shin…you can tell me! Who’s your type, anyway? I know you how much you love Kyoto women, but there’s so many kinds to choose from. Is it short girls? Tall girls? Blonde girls? What type do you really–’

He wheels around on you. ‘You, okay?!’

You blink up at him, suddenly feeling very small faced with his broad frame. ‘…Me what?’

‘My type is someone like you, all right? It’s you. You’re my type.’

There’s a tinge of pink across his cheeks, but he’s looking down at you with a pure and serious determination that makes your insides feel very warm.

‘Oh…’

Sanosuke:

To be honest Sano never thought he could have a thing for such a spirited woman. He tends to go for the sweet type, so realizing he has feelings for a woman who acts so playful around him would be kind of a new experience.

The truth is he’s very direct and open about his emotions. If he’s crushing on you, you’re going to know, and he’s not going to feel an ounce of embarrassment about something so natural as caring for someone. The fact that you’re actually flirting back without hesitation will be unexpected, even if for you it’s a bit of a smokescreen. It flips the script on him.

Inside? He makes you very nervous. Maybe even terrified. He’s just so full of confidence all the time, about everything. He says and does things that knock the wind straight out of you–like telling you that you look pretty when you laugh, or reaching over to calmly brush a stray leaf out of your hair with that warm smile. You realize you can either melt into an incoherent puddle every time he’s around, or you can find a defense mechanism, fast.

So you start evading the intensity of his attention with humor. It’s supposed to lighten things up between you, maybe keep him at a bit of a distance, but it soon becomes clear your plan is rapidly backfiring on both of you.

When you deflect his serious attempts to get to know you better with a coy joke, instead of putting distance between you, it only seems to draw him closer. His tawny eyes linger on your face, seeking to read your true feelings there.

‘You sure you’re okay?’ He’s looking down at you with that expression of kind concern, you can hear it in his voice, but you know better than to meet his eye.

‘Oh of course, Captain Harada! You know me–’ You make a big production of shifting the stacks of papers in your arms, trying to distract from the loud thump of your heartbeat. What if he’s close enough to hear it too… ‘The chief’s busy applying for new headquarters, and I’m his right-hand girl, so I can’t take it easy can I? But how sweet of you to worry.’ You cast him your brightest, most impish smile, still not quite looking him in the eye.

‘Hmm.’ His response is thoroughly unconvinced. ‘I do worry. You can’t keep working so hard all the time, you know? You’re going to get sick if you overwork yourself.’ And before you can do anything to stop it, he’s placed his cool palm against the skin of your forehead.

‘Ah, thought so. You’re warm. Probably got a fever…your face is all pink.’

‘N-no!’ It comes out more of a yelp than you intended. ‘No, I’m sure it’s just the weather–Kyoto summers are much hotter than I’m used to–’ You manage to twist away from his contact. ‘Besides, you shouldn’t go around putting your hands all over a girl’s face. You’ll give her the wrong idea.’

He’s thoroughly amused by you. ‘Oh? Like what?’

‘Come on, you know what I mean…’ Somehow you manage a breezy laugh. And then you high-tail it away from him with a string of excuses about your work, feeling his gaze on your back all the way, clinging to your crumbling facade until you’re at least out of his sight.

His persistence only makes it harder to keep putting him off. You can’t help being attracted by everything you learn about him; from his kindness toward women and children, to his bravery as a captain, to the look on his face when he’s listening to you talk about your day. It makes a sharp ache rise in your chest. You’re starting to panic.

Because you’re not supposed to fall for this guy–he’s a soldier, a man who stakes his life every day on his honor and his duty to his chief and the shogunate. Falling for someone like him could be disastrous. You have to stay aloof. And whatever you do, he cannot know that you’re starting to fall for him in spite of yourself.

But Sano is Sano, and he’s rapidly figuring out what’s going on here. It’s a strange kind of summer weather indeed that only seems to affect your face when you’re near him…

Very gently at first, he starts to test the waters. In a way he can’t help being impressed with your dedication. Even in moments when he turns up the charm in an attempt to catch you off-guard, to levels that have won over many women in his past, you somehow manage to respond with your own slew of defenses. It becomes a kind of sparring match between you two; each one equally determined to emerge from the fray on top. He’s only more attracted to you because of it.

And you–you start to realize that you never stood a chance against him in the first place, not under the full weight of the Harada charisma. He’s rapidly disarming you.

‘Hey, did you hear what I said?’ His voice calls you out of your daze. With a jolt, you realize you’d been staring at his mouth as his words went in one ear and out the other.

‘Oh! I’m sorry, Harada. I think I must be…tired or something.’ Had he been standing this close to you the whole time? He’s so tall that you have to angle your head back to meet his eyes. Something in his face is very serious tonight; it makes you feel like you’re rooted to the floor in front of him.

He feels it, too. His body bends slightly in your direction. ‘Listen. There’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a while…but I’d like to know it’s something you want, too.’

Oh? Oh. Oh no. A string of disconnected retorts pass through your brain, none of them gaining traction. You can feel the warmth from his body as he leans dangerously closer.

There’s a pause, like a question hanging between you both. His eyes are soft as they read your expression. Unbidden, you feel your chin tip upward toward him. He meets you in the middle…and then his lips are on yours and his arms draw you in to press against his chest and you find your hands seeking his shoulders.

It all only lasts for a moment. He’s first to break away, and you could swear now that his eyes are laughing at you. ‘No comeback?’

‘Give me a minute.’ You’re already rising on tip-toe, ready to wipe away that smile. ‘I’ll think of something…’

Heisuke:

You are laughing at him and honestly he is offended!

Not really, truly offended. You two have been friends since day one, because after all, this is Heisuke we’re talking about. The guy could make friends with a houseplant.

He’s offended in the way he gets pissed at Nagakura and Harada for their good-natured teasing–lots of ‘hey, quit!’s and rambunctious play-fighting–only now it’s with you, this young woman his age who still teases and openly pokes fun at him. He’s never met a girl like you before. He doesn’t know how he’s allowed to respond. It’s alarming, quite frankly.

For a long time he’s torn back and forth between annoyance and attraction toward you. You do little things that get under his skin, especially ragging on him about his size. Heisuke’s taller than you, but not by much; a fact that you’ve innocently brought to his attention more than once. He reminds you at one point that he could still beat you up with both hands behind his back, a remark that’s unfortunately overheard by Nagakura and earns him a slap to the back of the head for being such a ‘fucking idiot talking that way to a lady.’ You only laugh a little bit.

But it’s not always a catfight between you two. He almost wishes it was; that would make this all much easier to figure out. It only makes him more confused when your mood suddenly turns softer or sweeter toward him. There are moments when he catches you watching him at dinner, though you quickly look down when he catches your eye, your expression almost shy. You can be surprisingly easy to talk to, on the nights when it’s just the two of you sitting out on the porch in the breeze.

Heisuke finds himself looking forward to those moments with you, particularly after the memorable night when you dozed off against his shoulder. You’d grown very quiet beside him, when out of nowhere he felt a light pressure and looked down to find your head pressed on his arm, your lashes two dark crescents across your cheeks, breathing through slightly parted lips. He sat frozen still until long after the feeling left his legs.

Pretty soon Heisuke’s frustration about it all will boil over and he’ll need to pay a visit to Harada-Sensei for lady advice. Harada will listen in bemused silence as Heisuke rambles out his thoughts, pacing circles around the floor.

‘…and sometimes she’s just…she’s so cute, it’s stupid! How do I tell her that when she treats me like her brother? Maybe I should just give up, I don’t think she even sees me as a man sometimes. And she always knows just what to say to make me embarrassed! Damn it–’

‘Sit down,’ Harada will sigh, ‘You’ve got this all wrong…’

Dejected, Heisuke will slump down in a sad pile of boy and wait for Harada’s words of wisdom.

‘Didn’t you ever throw rocks at a girl when you were little, because you thought she was pretty and you didn’t know how to tell her? She’s doing the same thing to you, kid.’

‘What are you saying? You mean she…likes me? But you guys see how she always makes fun of me–plus she calls me short all the time and you said–!”

‘So what? She’s short too, dummy! How about that! Why don’t you stop whining and grow a pair and go get her if you like her so much?’

Heisuke will leave thoroughly chastised, but full of new energy at this startling idea that maybe…maybe he’s been a gigantic blind idiot this whole time…maybe all those moments he thought you were making fun of him, you were just as stiff and clueless as he felt inside. He finds you out in the courtyard, thankfully alone. Best if no one else is here to see this.

His expression catches you by surprise. ‘Heisuke, what’s wro–’ Two hands come down on both your shoulders, gripping you firmly in place. He’s stronger than he looks!

‘Look.’ His eyes are clear and determined. ‘I like you, okay? And I think you like me too, because you keep throwing rocks at me and stuff–’

‘Rocks? What are you–’ So much is happening at once; your chest is pounding.

‘Forget it, doesn’t matter now, just listen. I think I figured out why you give me so much crap and tease me all the time. You don’t have to say it out loud if you’re not ready, but I still want to tell you all the same. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met, and I think you’re cute even when you’re being annoying and trying to pick fights with me, and I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time actually. Oh!’ he remembers something. ‘And you’re really short.’

‘You–!’ Your protest is cut short by his lips on yours, an awkward and sudden kiss that somehow leaves you short of breath all the same. When he pulls away, he’s glowing with a pure happiness that you just don’t have the heart to resist. You melt closer into him. ‘I think…I think you’re cute too, Heisuke.’

His beaming face falls a bit. ‘You shouldn’t really call a guy cu–’

‘Oh shut up, I like you back, just kiss me again–’

[berberanews]

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[spider-moon-princess]

Shin x Etsu. (Give me the floof!) “What’s wrong with my shirt?”

Slightly tweaked the prompt, but it counts, yes? I love writing them in Edo era…

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“Ah, Chizuru-chan!”

Chizuru turned, momentarily pausing her sweeping. “Etsu-chan! What a surprise!”

Etsu grinned, stepping over to her, holding up a large bento. “I had the evening off from the restaurant, so I thought I’d come by with some odango! It’s freshly made!”

Chizuru giggled, knowing exactly why her friend had come here. She knew it was supposed to be a bit of a secret, but she was sure that everyone in the Shinsengumi knew about the relationship she had Nagakura-san…the man did not know how to hide the fact that he was in love. “That’s so nice of you! I’m sorry I can’t entertain you. I’ve got more chores to do.”

Etsu shrugged. “I’ll join you..or is Shin here?”

“He and Harada-san are out on patrol right now, and they’ll be back later.” She giggled quietly when she saw Etsu’s face drop in slight disappointment.

“Then I will help you, Chizuru-chan! What do you need help with?”

–

Etsu struggled to hang up the large futon, and it fell on top of her. As she struggled to pull it off of her, she fell tripped over a bucket and landed in a tub of water. She shrieked and managed to pull the futon off her face. Groaning and whining, she picked herself up and looked down at her drenched light blue yukata. Now what was she supposed to do?

“Etsu!”

She turned her head and gave him a sheepish smile. “Heisuke-kun…you’ve caught me at a great time…”

The Eight Division Captain let out a small laugh and hopped down from the engawa to help her up to her feet. “Here, let me help you, I bet this futon is Sano-san’s.”

Etsu sighed and stepped out of the tub, wringing her sleeves out. “What should I do…?”

Heisuke lugged the futon up on the clotheslines and looked back at her. “Oh geez, you’re soaked…You’ll catch a cold if you stay in that yukata.” He placed his hands on his hips and took a moment to think. “I guess you can borrow one of mine, Etsu. It should fit you, I’m just a bit taller than you.”

“I suppose that could work…Chizuru-chan is so much smaller than me.” She giggled and followed after Heisuke down the hall. “Thank you so much, Heisuke-kun.”

Heisuke rummaged through his drawers until he pulled out a yellow yukata, one he rarely wore and only for festivals. It was rare for him to even go, so he wouldn’t miss it. He handed it to her and left the room, standing outside, waiting for her to finish.

She stepped outside and sighed, hanging up her Yukata. Maybe it’ll dry by the time she had to go home.

“Jya, let me help you with the rest of the futons. I don’t know how Chizuru does it.” Heisuke chuckled and held his hand out for her to step down the engawa.

–

“Captain! Are you joining us tonight?”

Shinpachi stretched his arms over his head, shrugging out out of his light blue haori. “Nah, not tonight.”

“Remember, Captain’s got a friend at that dango restaurant.” His subordinates chuckled among themselves, knowing that he was trying to keep it all a secret, but his blissful sighs every time they passed a certain restaurant were giving him away.

Shimada chuckled warmly and whispered quietly. “Nagakura-taichō, I think they’re onto you.”

Shinpachi coughed into his fist. “Well, you boys have fun! I’m going to spend a quiet evening at HQ!” He waved and strolled into the grounds, excited to make his way to his favorite restaurant for dinner. Not that he didn’t like Chizuru-chan’s cooking, but recently, he made any excuse to go see Etsu at her family’s restaurant.

“Etsu!” His blue eyes widened and sparkled with happiness when he saw her sitting on the engawa next to Heisuke.

“Shin!” She immediately stood up and ran over to him, tripping over her sandal, right into his strong arms.

He cupped her cheeks and leaned his forehead against hers, grinning. “I was about to go see you! What are you doing here?”

Her cheeks warmed at his affection and she placed her hands on his arms as she looked into his captivating blue eyes. “I came to see you…”

Shinpachi’s hand found hers and he gave it a gentle squeeze. “Stay for dinner?”

“I’d love to!”

They walked hand in hand after noticing that Heisuke had taken his leave and took their time making their way. Shinpachi let his eyes trail over her, but paused when he noticed the yellow yukata. It was Heisuke’s.

“Uh, Dumpling…” When he stopped walking, Etsu looked over at him with curious light brown eyes.

“Shin? What is it?”

Hesitating, he released her hand and picked up the sleeve of the yukata. His mouth moved, but no questions came out of it.

“Is there something wrong with my yukata?”

“It’s not yours.” Shinpachi blurted. “It’s Heisuke’s, isn’t it?”

Etsu giggled, finally realizing what he was getting at. He was jealous because she was wearing another man’s clothes. Though, Heisuke was more like a brother figure to her. He was a nice boy, but there were definitely no romantic feelings towards each other. “It is.” She gave him an amused smile, wondering what else he’d say.

“So…uh…why are you wearing it?” Shinpachi’s lips formed a pout and he rubbed the back of his neck, a bit nervous about her answer.

“Shin~,” She tip-toed, cupping his cheeks, turning his head gently to look into her eyes. “My yukata got wet while I was helping Chizuru with some laundry. Heisuke-kun lent me his and helped me with the laundry.” She kissed his nose and smiled at him. “Unless you wanted me to catch a cold…”

“No! Of course not, Dumpling! So, that’s it?” Relief flooded into his eyes and he kissed her forehead.

“Mhm, that’s it.”

He took her hand in his and they made their way to common room where they found the rest of the superior officers there. Etsu immediately went to help Chizuru and Gen-san bring in dinner.

Once everyone had food in front of them, Etsu made her way next to Shinpachi. After a while of amicable chatting with Sano-san and Heisuke-kun, she finally noticed a sharp, jade green-eyed gaze on her. Shifting uncomfortably, she looked over at the source where Okita Souji merely gave her a smirk. She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head in question, wondering why he was looking at her.

“Etsu-chan,”

Everyone’s attention shifted to the First Division Captain.

“O-Okita-kun?” Etsu exchanged puzzled glances with her Honey Bear before looking back at him.

“Is there a particular reason why you’re wearing Heisuke-kun’s yukata?”

The room was stunned into silence until Heisuke’s protest filled it. “Souji! Her clothes got wet, so lent it to her!”

“Hmm~, wet, Heisuke-kun?”

Etsu rolled her eyes, letting out a small scoff. She’d known Okita Souji long enough to know what he was trying to do. “Okita-kun, whatever you’re doing, it’s not working. Besides, I’ve finished my meal. Thank you for the meal!” She picked up her dishes to take them to the kitchen and Shinpachi followed after her. In the past, a comment like that would’ve flustered her to no end and she’d wind up looking guilty for no reason. Sighing, she set her dishes down after Chizuru had followed the couple and insisted they leave them there since Souji and Heisuke were washing dishes tonight.

They walked in a comfortable silence, enjoying the warmth of each other’s hand as they made their way back to Shinpachi’s room.

Etsu lit a lantern and she squealed when she felt his strong arms wrap around her. He buried his face into the side of her neck and kissed it lightly. “Sh-Shin?” She placed her hands on his and flushed a bright red.

“…C-can I get you out of this yukata, Etsu?”

Pleasant shivers coursed through her, hearing his whisper in her ear. “Th-then what would I wear?”

Shinpachi slipped the yukata down her shoulders and slowly trailed kisses down them. “Your yukata will be dry by the time you have to leave…”

Etsu bit her lip and felt her face redden even more. He was being so…enticing. Didn’t seem like she’d make it home tonight. Well…Her Aunt did joke about her staying out… “Y-you’re really jealous, aren’t you? That I’m wearing Heisuke-kun’s yukata?”

“I’m buying you several yukatas and keeping them here.” He growled as he unraveled her obi. “That way you’ll have one to wear if you ever need one.” Shinpachi slipped his hands inside the yukata, tracing her curves as she helplessly melted into his touch.

“Mmm, sounds like a deal, Shin…” She turned in his embrace and sealed the deal with a kiss.

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La sofferenza del presente

si sovrappone alla gioia della speranza,

ma essa latente

non smette mai di consolare.

��Daniela Codenotti

✓Nonostante la fede e un modo di vivere sano, molti di noi non sono esenti da problemi, dispiaceri e preoccupazioni.

Anche disturbi emotivi come ansia, depressione, ecc. sono una piaga sociale del nostro secolo, che rende difficile la vita di ogni giorno.

Ecco che insieme ad una buona assistenza medica, anche il ricordare continuamente che non siamo soli può essere di grande aiuto.

✓Abbiamo un Dio misericordioso e tenero in affetto,che come un Padre amorevole tramite la sua Parola ci conforta sempre, e ci impartisce il coraggio necessario e al momento giusto, proprio quel tanto che basta,che un giorno dopo l'altro ci permetterà di arrivare alla meta del Nuovo Mondo ormai imminente!

"Quando i miei inquietanti pensieri divennero molti dentro di me,le tue proprie consolazioni vezzeggiavano la mia anima."

(Salmo 94:19) jw.org

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"Si smetterà mai di soffrire?" all'interno della rivista Svegliatevi! N.2 dell'anno 2020

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Top 10 Best Comfortable Men’s Trail Running Shoes or Road Runner Sports

What is a Trail Running Shoe?

These are shoes that are used to run in paths that are long enough for instance in the neighborhood’s and other places that you can use to run for long distances.

What Are The Different Types of Trail Running Shoes?

There exist diverse training shoes, for instance, starting from FILA to Asics as shown below.

What is the advantage of Running Shoes?

They hold your feet in position

They don’t irritate your feet

They enable you to move faster because of their cushioning and the rubber insoles.

They keep your feet safe from stones and anything that might be on the way.

What are the top best brands of Trail Running Shoes?

The following are rated as the best brands of running shoes: FILA, Asics, Saucony, NB, Adidas, Merrel, Salomon, Nike, and Mizuno.

Guide to Choosing Best Comfortable Trail Running Shoes

Go for a shoe that fits you well without leaving any space.

The shoes that you want must have an insole that will ensure that you have comfortability.

They should also be lightweight.

Best Men`s Running Shoes on the Markets Today

If you are looking for the best running shoes, then I propose that you choose the one that we have below:-

10. Fila Men’s AT Tractile Running Shoe

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Born of the city and its traditions, Fila is inexorably derived from Biella’s dedication to artistry, luxury and elegance. This is our birthright, it’s in our soul, and it defines our future. That is why we continue to enrich the athletic experience by improving comfort and performance with Italian design, quality craftsmanship and refined materials.

09. Saucony Men’s Cohesion Trail Running Shoe

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This is a shoe that has been made with a breathable mesh and synthetic upper materials. It has an external heel counter that aids in stabilizing the heel. Reflective hits for added visibility in low lighting. Plush tongue and collar are there to make sure that comfort is on your side all the time. It has been fitted with a breathable fabric lining for a great in-shoe feel.

08. ASICS Men’s Running Shoe

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The name ASICS is a famous Latin phrase “Anima Sana in Corpore Sano,” which, when translated, expresses the ancient ideal of “A Sound Mind in a Sound Body.” So when we take the acronym of this phrase, ASICS was founded on the belief that the best way to create a healthy and happy lifestyle is to promote total health and fitness. So with our shoes, you are bound to enjoy using them maximally.

07. Merrell Men’s Trail Running Shoe

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It naturally eliminates sweat and its odor causing bacteria with reactive, friendly microbes. It has been designed with creative lug patterns and rubber compounds that provide stability in all conditions, with no lugs places under the arch, so your foot flexes more naturally for greater comfort in both wet and dry conditions.

06. Adidas Performance Men’s Thrasher

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This is an extremely comfortable shoe that provides maximum comfort, stability and the grip you’ll need when hitting the trails all the time. The shoes have been designed for trail running Extremely comfortable. It has a durable ADIWEAR outsole for stability and grip in high-wear areas. It has a breathable air mesh upper for maximum ventilation. It has a Polyester lining that is injected EVA midsole.

05. TF-BK30 Barefoot Shoe

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This is a Zero-drop Barefoot Trail shoe that has a 0mm heel-to-toe that keeps pressure on your foot. It has been fitted with a 2mm-thin midsole that provides a fancy arched footbed and comfortable support. It is ultra-lightweight that makes it easy to wear them for a long time. The shoe moves moisture away from your foot and keeps your foot in a comfortable, dry state.

04. New Balance Men’s Trail Running Shoe

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This is a shoe that combines the comfort that you want with the rugged durability you demand. It has an absorb crash pad that provides impact reduction and the aggressive rubber at tread delivers traction control. With the shoe on your side, you just need to lace it up and begin your next off-road adventure.

03. New Balance Men’s Trail-Running Shoe

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These shoes have been made with a breathable fabric lining for a great in-shoe feel. Through a unique midsole design, the XLT Footbed is there to provide you with a great comfort and flexibility under foot. IMEVA also has a midsole that provides firm, yet flexible cushioning. All-terrain blown rubber outsole offers light cushioning and reliable traction. Imported.

02. Salomon Men’s Trail Running Shoe

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These are shoes that combine a lightweight, anti-debris mesh upper with an aggressively appointed outsole tread for an equal blend of comfort and grip in wet, sloppy trail conditions. The forefoot has been reduced by up to 50 percent; this means that the wearer’s foot is lower to the ground and, therefore, more likely to gain a better purchase, thereby reducing the chances of twisting the ankle.

01. ASICS Men’s GEL Running Shoe

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The name ASICS comes from a Latin phrase “Anima Sana in Corpore Sano,” which expresses the ancient ideal of “A Sound Mind in a Sound Body.” So when we take the acronym of this phrase, ASICS was founded on the belief that the best way to create a healthy and happy lifestyle is to promote total health and fitness. So with our shoes, you are bound to enjoy using them all the time.

Right out of the box the shoe will look just comfortable and provides you with a fantastic support in areas that you feel the need to have the most support. You can’t feel like to break them in at all, with a medium thick wool sock I took them through a 6-mile test run without a hitch. They also double as a great hiking shoe, are way less bulky- that is they have less weight in and means more comfort. For technical runs, the shoes have great traction to hook onto rock, moss, wet surfaces. This too is a huge benefit during the hikes. The zip tie system is a breeze, easy to adjust and you can fold up the excess material and tie up into the top of the shoes tongue, which is nice.

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"In 2008, I was a victim of a hit-and-run accident in Mombasa. The culprit sped away from the scene, and I never saw him again. I immediately lost consciousness, but some amazing passers-by saw me and rushed me to the hospital. I woke up a week later and was in the hospital for many months, mainly recovering. I was a young and active guy before the accident, working and enjoying life and now since I can’t walk on one of my legs, life became extremely hard. The doctors put a metal plate in the affected leg, but it should have been removed ages ago, I just didn’t have the money to remove it. I moved to Nairobi to make some money so I can have the surgery to remove it but life itself became difficult in Nairobi. For fear of begging and having no capital to start a business, a kind Somali perfume seller saw my state. He took pity on me and gave me a box full of fragrances to sell. Here I am, five years later, still selling fragrances. Some say that I’m already struggling to walk, why not just rest and when I tell them to buy my perfumes so I can rest they immediately reply with flimsy excuses of having hayfever or some sort. I tell them that I'm striving hard, please build up my motivation and buy my items. Majority of them then buy it from me even though they will never intend to use it."

(Nairobi, Kenya)

"Sanadkii 2008 ayaa gaari igu jiiray magaalada Mombasa. Gaarigii ijiiray wuu ka baxsaday goobtii shilku ka dhacay, dib danbena looma arag. Waxaa isoo gaaray dhaawac halis ah oon la miyir-doorsoomay, sanaddo badan kadib-na igu keenay in aan  la curyaamo dhawaacii isoo gaadhay. Dad goobta ka dhawaa ayaa isbitaalka iila cararay. Todobaadyo kadib ayaan miyirsaday, isbitaalkana waxaan ku jiray mudo bilo ah. Wixii waqtigaa ka horeeyey, waxaan ahaa nin dhalinyaro ah oo shaqaysta iskana ladan. Dhaawicii kadib, waan naafoobay oo lug ayaa i burburtay, noloshiina weey igu adkaatay. Hada waxaa xanuun igu haya biro lugahayga lagaliyey  wakhtigii shilka kadib, balse dhaafay waqtigii la iga saari lahaa, sababo dhaqaale la’aan awgeed. Nayroobi ayaan soo galay si qarashka qaliinka aan uraadsado, balse waxaaba igu adkaatay nolol-maalmeedkii. Anigoo ka xishoonaya in aan tuugsado, lakiin aan haysan qarash aan wax ku bilaabo, ayaa nin wadaad Soomaali ah oo ka ganacsada cadarada, iidhiibay baakad ay ku jiraan cadaro iguna yiri ka ganacso. 5 sano kadib, wali waxaan la wareegaa oo aan ka ganacsadaa catarada. Dadka qaar ayaa igu yiraahda, war maba socon kartide maad meel iska fadhiisatid. Qaarna markaan ku iraahdo cadarka iga iibsada ayeey cudur-daar ay ka mid yihiin ‘sanboor ayaan qabaa oo cadarka ma isticmaalo’ igu yiraahdaan, markaa ayaan aniguna ugu jawaabaa ‘Nin dadaalayaan ahaye, niyada ii dhis oo wax iga gado'. Inta badan markaa weey iga iibsadaan - xitaa iyagoon isticmaalin."

(Nayrobi, Kenya)

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The GEL-Venture 5 provides great fit and everyday comfort, with Rearfoot GEL Cushioning and a rugged outsole ideal for a variety of terrains.

In 1949, Mr. Kihachiro Onitsuka began his athletic footwear company (Onitsuka Co., Ltd.) by manufacturing basketball shoes out of his living room in Kobe, Japan. He chose the name ASICS for his company in 1977, based on a famous Latin phrase “Anima Sana In Corpore Sano,” which, when translated, expresses the ancient ideal of “A Sound Mind in a Sound Body.” Taking the acronym of this phrase, ASICS was founded on the belief that the best way to create a healthy and happy lifestyle is to promote total health and fitness. Today, ASICS offers a full line of performance-driven athletic shoes and technical active sports apparel and accessories dedicated to bringing harmony to the body and soul.

100% Synthetic Imported Rubber sole Outdoor-ready runner with mesh and brushstroke-patterned underlays Rearfoot GEL cushioning Removable sockliner accommodates medical orthotics Trail-specific outsole with reversed traction lugs AHAR outsole rubber in critical high-wear areas [amz_corss_sell asin=”B00NUZD2PW”]

ASICS Men’s GEL Venture 5 Running Shoe The GEL-Venture 5 provides great fit and everyday comfort, with Rearfoot GEL Cushioning and a rugged outsole ideal for a variety of terrains.

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✨💘 Wrong Predator & Ruby 💘✨

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Sababta looga kala dareerayo xukuumadda Trump

21 Disembar 2018

http://bbcsomali.com/

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Xog hayaha difaaca ee dalka Mareykanka ayaa warqad is casilaad ah u gudbiyay madaxweyne Donald Trump, wuxuuna ka mid yahay dhowr wasiir iyo mas'uuliyiin kale oo shaqada ka tagay intii uu madaxweynaha ahaa Mr Trump.

Madaxweyne Trump ayaa arrintan ku shaaciyay bogiisa Twitter-ka maalintii Khamiista ahayd, isagoo sheegay in Janaraalku uu howlgab noqonayo dabayaaqada bisha Febraayo "isagoo qaddarin gooni ah loo hayo".

Janaraal Mattis ayaa warqaddiisa waxa uu si dahsoon ugu sheegay in sababta uu shaqada uga tagay ay tahay isfaham waa dhinaca nidaamka ah oo soo kala dhex galay isaga iyo Mr Trump.

Tiro ka mid ah senetarada xisbiga madaxweynaha ee Jamhuuriga ayaa walaac ka muujiyay is casilaadda Mattis.

Muxuu Mattis uga tagay Shaqada?

Tallaabada uu qaaday xog hayaha gaashaan dhigga ee Mareykanka ayaa timid maalin ka dib markii uu madaxweynaha Mareykanka uu ku dhawaaqay in ciidammadiisa uu ka soo saarayo dalka Suuriya.

Inkastoo uusan si toos ah arrintaas ula xiriirinin, warqadda iscasilaaddiisa ayuu ku sheegay in madaxweyne Trump uu xaq u leeyahay inuu yeesho xog haye difaac "oo ay isku fikrad noqon karaan".

Mr Mattis iyo Tump ayaa dhowr jeer oo hore waxaa la arkay iyagoo kala aragti duwanaan ka ka muujiyay arrimo ay kamid yihiin go'aankii uu madaxweyne Trump uga baxay heshiiskii hubka nukliyeerka ee Iiraan.

Xukuumadda uu hogaamiyo madaxweyne Trump ayaa noqotay tii ay ka huleelaan mas'uuliyiinta ugu faraha badan, waxayna dadka siyaasadda Mareykanka falanqeeya arrintaas ku micneeyeen cadaadis ka imaanaya dhinaca madaxweynaha.

Waa kuwan qaar ka mid ah shaksiyaadkii xilalka ugu muhiimsan hayay ee sannadkan 2018-ka ka dareeray maamulka Trump, in kastoo qaarkood shaqada laga eryay.

Xog hayaha arrimaha gudaha - Ryan Zinke

15-kii bishan Diseembar, wuxuu madaxweyne Trump ku dhawaaqay inuu shaqada joojinayo Mr Zinke, oo horay u ahaan jiray sarkaal ka tirsanaa ciidammada badda ee Mareykanka.

Waxa uu sidoo kale horay u ahaan jiray xildhibaan ka tirsan aqalka Koongareeska oo matali jiray gobolka Montana.

Muxuu shaqada uga tagayaa Zinke?

Madaxweyne Trump ayaa bartiisa Twitter-ka ku soo qoray in Mr Zinke uu xafiiska ka tagi doono dhammaadka sannadkan 2018-ka.

Wax faahfaahin ah kama uusan bixin sababta uu shaqada u joojinayo, walina si rasmi ah uma cadda in uu is casilay iyo in shaqada laga eryay toona.

"Ryan wax badan ayuu dhammeystiray intii uu shaqadiisa gudanayay waxaana rabaa inaan uga mahad celiyo adeegii uu usoo qabtay qaranka", ayuu yiri Mr Trump.

Mr Zinke ayaa wajayay baaritaanno la xiriira sida uu u maareeyay howlaha xafiiskiisa, waxaana kamid ah ahaa kiis ku saabsan heshiis dhul ku yaalla gobolka Montana oo uu wasiirku ku lug lahaa, sida ay shaacisay warbaahinta Politico.

Madaxa shaqaalaha ee aqalka cad - John Kelly

Janaraalka howl gabka ah ee ciidammada Mariiniska Mareykanka ayaa markii hore loo magacaabay inuu dusha kala socdo amniga gudaha, ka hor inta uusan Mr Trump u magacaabin in uu noqdo madaxa shaqaalaha aqalka cad ee dalka Mareykanka bishii Luulyo ee sannadkii 2017-kii, isagoo markaasi baddalay Reince Priebus.

Hase ahaatee, 8-dii bishan Diseembar ayuu Mr Trump ku dhawaaqay in Janaraal Kelly uu xafiiska faarujin doono dabayaaqada 2018-ka.

Muxuu shaqada uga tagayaa Kelly?

Tan iyo markii la soo gaaray bishan Diseembar ee sannadka 2018-ka, xiriirka u dhexeeyay isaga iyo madaxweynaha ayaa aad u sii xumaanayay, iyadoo wararka qaar ay sheegayeen in labadan mas'uul aysan xitaa isla hadlin.

Horraantii sannadkan ayaa Mr Kelly lagu kallifay inuu beeniyo in uu madaxweynaha ugu yeeray "nacas" ka dib markii eraygaas lagu soo daray bug uu qoray wariyaha ku xeel dheer arrimaha baaritaannada qarsoon ee lagu magacaabo Bob Woodward.

Xeer ilaaliyihii guud- Jeff Sessions

7-dii bishii Nofeembar ayuu madaxweyne Trump shaqada ka eryay Mr Sessions ka dib markii ay in muddo ah hadallo qaraar is weydaarsanayeen.

Mr Sessions oo ahaa senetar ka tirsan xisbiga Jamhuuriga oo laga soo doortay gobolka Alabama ayaa noqday xildhibaankii ugu horreeyay ee garab istaagay musharraxnimadii uu Donald Trump ugu tartamayay doorashadii 2016-kii.

Intii uu socday ol'olaha doorashada, wuxuu noqday mid ka mid ah dadka ugu dhow ee Mr Trump kala taliya arrimaha amniga qaranka. Intii uu dowladda ku jirayna wuxuu aad u taageeri jiray qorsheyaasha madaxweynaha ee ku aaddan qaxootiga iyo dhaqan galinta sharciyada.

Maxaa shaqada looga eryay Jeff Sessions?

Mr Sessions iyo madaxweyne Trump ayaa aad isugu xumaaday tan iyo markii uu bishii March ee sannadkii 2017-kii dhinac uga istaagay baaritaannada la xiriira eedeeymaha ku saabsan in Ruushka uu fara galin ku sameeyay doorashadii Mareykanka. Wuxuu ku xigeenkiisa oo lagu magacaabo Rod Rosenstein u fasaxay inuu la wareego baaritaannada la xiriira arrintaasi, tallaabadaas ayaana aad uga careysiisay madaxweyne Trump oo filayay inuu garab istaagi doono.

Danjirihii Mareykanka ee Qaramada Midoobay - Nikki Haley

Ambassador Haley ayaa is casilaaddeeda ku dhawaaqday 9-kii bishii Oktoobar ee sannadkan 2018-ka.

Haweeneydan oo horay u ahaan jirtay barasaabka gobolka koonfurta Carolina ayaa ahayd qofkii ugu hooreeyay ee aan caddaan ahayn ee loo magacaabo xilkaasi oo kamid ah golaha wasiirrada Trump. Waxay sidoo kale soo noqotay qofkii ugu horreeyay ee dumar ah, kana soo jeeda dadka laga tirade badabnyahay, oo noqda barasaabka gobolkeeda.

waxay lahayd khibrad kooban oo ku saabsan siyaasadda arrimaha dibadda, marka loo eego xilka danjiranimo ee ay qabaneysay, waxayna ka mid ahayd dadkii dhaliilsanaa madaxweyne Trump markii uu ol'olaha doorashada ku guda jiray.

Maxay shaqada uga tagtay Haley?

Mar ay shir jaraa'id si wada jir ah u qabteen iyada iyo madaxweyne Trump ayey Mrs Haley ku dhawaaqday iney xilka ka dageyso, ka dib markii ay muddo 8 sano ah lasoo daalaa dhacday xilalka barasaabnimada iyo danjirenimada.

Waxay xafiiska si toos ah u faarujin doontaa dhammaadka sannadka 2018-ka. Balse wali ma oga waxay noqon doonto tallaabadeeda xigta ee ay qaadeyso.

Mrs Haley waxay sheegtay iney isku casishay si ay u hubiso in maamulka madaxweyne Trump uu helo "qofka ugu awoodda badan ee uga dagaallami kara" mareykanka xarunta Qaramada Midoobay.

Markii uu aqbalayay iscasilaaddeeda, ayuu Mr Trump uga mahad celiyay shaqada fiican ee ay qabatay, isagoo sheegay in xilkaasi ay ka dhigtay mid "aad saameyn u leh".

Xog hayihii arrimaha dibadda - Rex Tillerson

Rex Tillerson ayaa is casilaaddiisa shaaciyay 13-kii bishii Maarso ee sannadkan 2018-ka, iyadoo tallaabadiisa ay ka soo baxeen warar badan oo is bar bar socda.

Madaxweyne Donald Trump ayaa bartiisa Twitter-ka uga dhawaaqay in xog hayihii arrimaha dibadda ee Mareykanka uu ka tagayo shaqada isla markaana uu ku baddalay agaasimihii hay'adda sirdoonka ee CIA-da Mike Pompeo.

Xil ka qaadista Rex Tillerson ayaa timid xilli diblomaasiyadda Mareykanka ay mareysay meel adag, wakhtigaasi oo ay billowdeen heshiisyo wada hadal ah oo ay xukuumadda Washington la yeelaneeysay dowladda Kuuriyada Waqooyi. Bayaan ka soo baxay xafiiska Mr Trump ayaa loogu mahad celiyay xog hayaha arrimaha dibadda ee shaqada ka tagay, waxaana wanaag loogu rajeeyay isaga iyo qoyskiisaba.

Muxuu shaqada uga tagay Tillerson?

Warka ku saabsan is casilaadda Mr Tillerson ayaa yimid xilli uu soo gaabiyay safar uu ku marayay qaaradda Afrika, isagoo soo saaray war saxaafadeed uu ku sheegay inuu si deg deg ah ugu laabtay dalka Mareykanka.

Mr Tillerson ayaa lagu soo warramay inuu ka soo hor jeestay qaar ka mid ah siyaasadaha Madaxweyne Trump, kuwaasi oo ay ka mid ahayd qorshihii uu Trump ku doonayay in la kordhiyo canshuuraha la saaro badeecooyinka birta iyo almuuniyamka ee dibadda laga soo dhoofiyo.

Mr Trump ayaa la soo tabiyay inuu aaminsanaa in Mr Tillerson uu lahaa "fikrado u gaar ah", sida ay shaacisay warbaahinta Mareykanka, waxaana toddobadii bisha Desemabr ee 2018-ka uu Trump bartiisa Twiter-ka ku qoray in Rex Tillerson uusan laheyn maskaxdii lagu shaqeyn lahaa oo uu ahaa qof cajis badan.

Waxaa kale oo jiray mas'uuliyiin fara badan oo shaqada xukuumadda faarujinayay tan iyo markii uu xafiiska la wareegay madaxweyne Trump, kuwaasi oo qaarkood isku casilay iskood halka kuwa kalena uu shaqada ka eryay madaxweyne Trump.

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Sababta looga kala dareerayo xukuumadda Trump

21 Disembar 2018

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Xog hayaha difaaca ee dalka Mareykanka ayaa warqad is casilaad ah u gudbiyay madaxweyne Donald Trump, wuxuuna ka mid yahay dhowr wasiir iyo mas'uuliyiin kale oo shaqada ka tagay intii uu madaxweynaha ahaa Mr Trump.

Madaxweyne Trump ayaa arrintan ku shaaciyay bogiisa Twitter-ka maalintii Khamiista ahayd, isagoo sheegay in Janaraalku uu howlgab noqonayo dabayaaqada bisha Febraayo "isagoo qaddarin gooni ah loo hayo".

Janaraal Mattis ayaa warqaddiisa waxa uu si dahsoon ugu sheegay in sababta uu shaqada uga tagay ay tahay isfaham waa dhinaca nidaamka ah oo soo kala dhex galay isaga iyo Mr Trump.

Tiro ka mid ah senetarada xisbiga madaxweynaha ee Jamhuuriga ayaa walaac ka muujiyay is casilaadda Mattis.

Muxuu Mattis uga tagay Shaqada?

Tallaabada uu qaaday xog hayaha gaashaan dhigga ee Mareykanka ayaa timid maalin ka dib markii uu madaxweynaha Mareykanka uu ku dhawaaqay in ciidammadiisa uu ka soo saarayo dalka Suuriya.

Inkastoo uusan si toos ah arrintaas ula xiriirinin, warqadda iscasilaaddiisa ayuu ku sheegay in madaxweyne Trump uu xaq u leeyahay inuu yeesho xog haye difaac "oo ay isku fikrad noqon karaan".

Mr Mattis iyo Tump ayaa dhowr jeer oo hore waxaa la arkay iyagoo kala aragti duwanaan ka ka muujiyay arrimo ay kamid yihiin go'aankii uu madaxweyne Trump uga baxay heshiiskii hubka nukliyeerka ee Iiraan.

Xukuumadda uu hogaamiyo madaxweyne Trump ayaa noqotay tii ay ka huleelaan mas'uuliyiinta ugu faraha badan, waxayna dadka siyaasadda Mareykanka falanqeeya arrintaas ku micneeyeen cadaadis ka imaanaya dhinaca madaxweynaha.

Waa kuwan qaar ka mid ah shaksiyaadkii xilalka ugu muhiimsan hayay ee sannadkan 2018-ka ka dareeray maamulka Trump, in kastoo qaarkood shaqada laga eryay.

Xog hayaha arrimaha gudaha - Ryan Zinke

15-kii bishan Diseembar, wuxuu madaxweyne Trump ku dhawaaqay inuu shaqada joojinayo Mr Zinke, oo horay u ahaan jiray sarkaal ka tirsanaa ciidammada badda ee Mareykanka.

Waxa uu sidoo kale horay u ahaan jiray xildhibaan ka tirsan aqalka Koongareeska oo matali jiray gobolka Montana.

Muxuu shaqada uga tagayaa Zinke?

Madaxweyne Trump ayaa bartiisa Twitter-ka ku soo qoray in Mr Zinke uu xafiiska ka tagi doono dhammaadka sannadkan 2018-ka.

Wax faahfaahin ah kama uusan bixin sababta uu shaqada u joojinayo, walina si rasmi ah uma cadda in uu is casilay iyo in shaqada laga eryay toona.

"Ryan wax badan ayuu dhammeystiray intii uu shaqadiisa gudanayay waxaana rabaa inaan uga mahad celiyo adeegii uu usoo qabtay qaranka", ayuu yiri Mr Trump.

Mr Zinke ayaa wajayay baaritaanno la xiriira sida uu u maareeyay howlaha xafiiskiisa, waxaana kamid ah ahaa kiis ku saabsan heshiis dhul ku yaalla gobolka Montana oo uu wasiirku ku lug lahaa, sida ay shaacisay warbaahinta Politico.

Madaxa shaqaalaha ee aqalka cad - John Kelly

Janaraalka howl gabka ah ee ciidammada Mariiniska Mareykanka ayaa markii hore loo magacaabay inuu dusha kala socdo amniga gudaha, ka hor inta uusan Mr Trump u magacaabin in uu noqdo madaxa shaqaalaha aqalka cad ee dalka Mareykanka bishii Luulyo ee sannadkii 2017-kii, isagoo markaasi baddalay Reince Priebus.

Hase ahaatee, 8-dii bishan Diseembar ayuu Mr Trump ku dhawaaqay in Janaraal Kelly uu xafiiska faarujin doono dabayaaqada 2018-ka.

Muxuu shaqada uga tagayaa Kelly?

Tan iyo markii la soo gaaray bishan Diseembar ee sannadka 2018-ka, xiriirka u dhexeeyay isaga iyo madaxweynaha ayaa aad u sii xumaanayay, iyadoo wararka qaar ay sheegayeen in labadan mas'uul aysan xitaa isla hadlin.

Horraantii sannadkan ayaa Mr Kelly lagu kallifay inuu beeniyo in uu madaxweynaha ugu yeeray "nacas" ka dib markii eraygaas lagu soo daray bug uu qoray wariyaha ku xeel dheer arrimaha baaritaannada qarsoon ee lagu magacaabo Bob Woodward.

Xeer ilaaliyihii guud- Jeff Sessions

7-dii bishii Nofeembar ayuu madaxweyne Trump shaqada ka eryay Mr Sessions ka dib markii ay in muddo ah hadallo qaraar is weydaarsanayeen.

Mr Sessions oo ahaa senetar ka tirsan xisbiga Jamhuuriga oo laga soo doortay gobolka Alabama ayaa noqday xildhibaankii ugu horreeyay ee garab istaagay musharraxnimadii uu Donald Trump ugu tartamayay doorashadii 2016-kii.

Intii uu socday ol'olaha doorashada, wuxuu noqday mid ka mid ah dadka ugu dhow ee Mr Trump kala taliya arrimaha amniga qaranka. Intii uu dowladda ku jirayna wuxuu aad u taageeri jiray qorsheyaasha madaxweynaha ee ku aaddan qaxootiga iyo dhaqan galinta sharciyada.

Maxaa shaqada looga eryay Jeff Sessions?

Mr Sessions iyo madaxweyne Trump ayaa aad isugu xumaaday tan iyo markii uu bishii March ee sannadkii 2017-kii dhinac uga istaagay baaritaannada la xiriira eedeeymaha ku saabsan in Ruushka uu fara galin ku sameeyay doorashadii Mareykanka. Wuxuu ku xigeenkiisa oo lagu magacaabo Rod Rosenstein u fasaxay inuu la wareego baaritaannada la xiriira arrintaasi, tallaabadaas ayaana aad uga careysiisay madaxweyne Trump oo filayay inuu garab istaagi doono.

Danjirihii Mareykanka ee Qaramada Midoobay - Nikki Haley

Ambassador Haley ayaa is casilaaddeeda ku dhawaaqday 9-kii bishii Oktoobar ee sannadkan 2018-ka.

Haweeneydan oo horay u ahaan jirtay barasaabka gobolka koonfurta Carolina ayaa ahayd qofkii ugu hooreeyay ee aan caddaan ahayn ee loo magacaabo xilkaasi oo kamid ah golaha wasiirrada Trump. Waxay sidoo kale soo noqotay qofkii ugu horreeyay ee dumar ah, kana soo jeeda dadka laga tirade badabnyahay, oo noqda barasaabka gobolkeeda.

waxay lahayd khibrad kooban oo ku saabsan siyaasadda arrimaha dibadda, marka loo eego xilka danjiranimo ee ay qabaneysay, waxayna ka mid ahayd dadkii dhaliilsanaa madaxweyne Trump markii uu ol'olaha doorashada ku guda jiray.

Maxay shaqada uga tagtay Haley?

Mar ay shir jaraa'id si wada jir ah u qabteen iyada iyo madaxweyne Trump ayey Mrs Haley ku dhawaaqday iney xilka ka dageyso, ka dib markii ay muddo 8 sano ah lasoo daalaa dhacday xilalka barasaabnimada iyo danjirenimada.

Waxay xafiiska si toos ah u faarujin doontaa dhammaadka sannadka 2018-ka. Balse wali ma oga waxay noqon doonto tallaabadeeda xigta ee ay qaadeyso.

Mrs Haley waxay sheegtay iney isku casishay si ay u hubiso in maamulka madaxweyne Trump uu helo "qofka ugu awoodda badan ee uga dagaallami kara" mareykanka xarunta Qaramada Midoobay.

Markii uu aqbalayay iscasilaaddeeda, ayuu Mr Trump uga mahad celiyay shaqada fiican ee ay qabatay, isagoo sheegay in xilkaasi ay ka dhigtay mid "aad saameyn u leh".

Xog hayihii arrimaha dibadda - Rex Tillerson

Rex Tillerson ayaa is casilaaddiisa shaaciyay 13-kii bishii Maarso ee sannadkan 2018-ka, iyadoo tallaabadiisa ay ka soo baxeen warar badan oo is bar bar socda.

Madaxweyne Donald Trump ayaa bartiisa Twitter-ka uga dhawaaqay in xog hayihii arrimaha dibadda ee Mareykanka uu ka tagayo shaqada isla markaana uu ku baddalay agaasimihii hay'adda sirdoonka ee CIA-da Mike Pompeo.

Xil ka qaadista Rex Tillerson ayaa timid xilli diblomaasiyadda Mareykanka ay mareysay meel adag, wakhtigaasi oo ay billowdeen heshiisyo wada hadal ah oo ay xukuumadda Washington la yeelaneeysay dowladda Kuuriyada Waqooyi. Bayaan ka soo baxay xafiiska Mr Trump ayaa loogu mahad celiyay xog hayaha arrimaha dibadda ee shaqada ka tagay, waxaana wanaag loogu rajeeyay isaga iyo qoyskiisaba.

Muxuu shaqada uga tagay Tillerson?

Warka ku saabsan is casilaadda Mr Tillerson ayaa yimid xilli uu soo gaabiyay safar uu ku marayay qaaradda Afrika, isagoo soo saaray war saxaafadeed uu ku sheegay inuu si deg deg ah ugu laabtay dalka Mareykanka.

Mr Tillerson ayaa lagu soo warramay inuu ka soo hor jeestay qaar ka mid ah siyaasadaha Madaxweyne Trump, kuwaasi oo ay ka mid ahayd qorshihii uu Trump ku doonayay in la kordhiyo canshuuraha la saaro badeecooyinka birta iyo almuuniyamka ee dibadda laga soo dhoofiyo.

Mr Trump ayaa la soo tabiyay inuu aaminsanaa in Mr Tillerson uu lahaa "fikrado u gaar ah", sida ay shaacisay warbaahinta Mareykanka, waxaana toddobadii bisha Desemabr ee 2018-ka uu Trump bartiisa Twiter-ka ku qoray in Rex Tillerson uusan laheyn maskaxdii lagu shaqeyn lahaa oo uu ahaa qof cajis badan.

Waxaa kale oo jiray mas'uuliyiin fara badan oo shaqada xukuumadda faarujinayay tan iyo markii uu xafiiska la wareegay madaxweyne Trump, kuwaasi oo qaarkood isku casilay iskood halka kuwa kalena uu shaqada ka eryay madaxweyne Trump.

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Da brividi.

19 lug 2018 19:18

ROMA AVRÀ UNA NUOVA SANTA - CHIARA CORBELLA PETRILLO NON CURÒ IL CANCRO PER FAR NASCERE IL FIGLIO, E ORA PARTE IL PROCESSO PER LA BEATIFICAZIONE - AVEVA 28 ANNI QUANDO SI SPENSE PER UN TUMORE LASCIANDO IL MARITO ENRICO, CONOSCIUTO IN PELLEGRINAGGIO A MEDJUGORJE. DOPO AVER PATITO LA MORTE PREMATURA DI DUE FIGLI, IL TERZO, SANO, NON SAREBBE SOPRAVVISSUTO SE LEI AVESSE INIZIATO LE CURE PER IL TUMORE. COSÌ…

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Il sorriso aperto. La fede salda. La capacità di accogliere ogni prova della vita come un dono di Dio. Quindi anche la morte. Una facoltà straordinaria per cui ora la Diocesi di Roma ha fatto il primo passo verso la beatificazione.

Aveva 28 anni Chiara Corbella Petrillo quando, il 13 giugno 2012, si è spenta per un tumore lasciando il marito Enrico e il piccolo Francesco. Ma «essendo andata aumentando, col passare degli anni, la sua fama di santità», la diocesi capitolina ha pubblicato il 2 luglio l'editto con cui si avvia il processo per la causa di canonizzazione e beatificazione richiesta dall'Associazione Chiara Corbella Petrillo. «La sua oblazione - si legge nell'editto - rimane come faro di luce, della speranza, testimonianza della fede in Dio, autore della vita, esempio dell'amore più grande e della morte».

Chiara aveva conosciuto Enrico a Medjugorje. Si sono sposati nel 2008 e dopo pochi mesi, la giovane è rimasta incinta di una bimba, Maria, affetta da una grave malformazione. La coppia ha voluto far nascere ugualmente la piccola, l'ha battezzata e l'ha assistita fino alla morte, avvenuta dopo circa mezz'ora. Poi, Chiara ha partorito Davide, solo che anche questo bimbo è nato con malformazioni che non l'hanno fatto sopravvivere.

Il terzo figlio, Francesco, era sano. La gioia per la notizia è stata però funestata dalla scoperta di un tumore. Chiara doveva scegliere tra la sua vita e quella del bimbo. Eventuali cure sarebbero state letali per il piccolo. Ha deciso di rimandare i trattamenti.

Francesco è nato in perfetta salute. Il tumore però si è diffuso fino a portarla alla morte, anzi alla sua nascita in cielo come sottolineano gli amici. «Chiara era una ragazza normale - commenta Gigi De Palo, presidente Forum delle associazioni familiari - aveva paura come tutti, anche di sofferenza e malattia, però, sollecitata dalla vita, ha tirato fuori qualcosa di inspiegabile. Oggi, tutti i giorni c'è chi prega sulla sua tomba al Verano». Ora, sarà la Chiesa a scrivere un nuovo capitolo della sua storia.

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(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7U3kuQ9IDHM) ack kca          Pubblicato il 3 lug 2018                    [" L'ARTE: AL SEVIZIO DELLA DITTATURA della STUPIDITA'  "]            Rifare la facciata, primordiale per, la CREDIBILITA' SEMPRE!... quella credibilità, come detta il dizionario Google,; dice;  "possibilità d'esser creduto: credibilita di un'affermazione, di una testimonianza; egli è un punto considerabile in ogni buona azione,..." anche quella ideologica e politica, che se si fa il suo buon uso convincerebbe del contrario di quello che è anche il Partito Democratico,... come sa ben farlo tutto quello che gira intorno a tutti i partiti, aziende e  cooperative incluso dove trovi i loro loghi nelle più svariate iniziative Teatrali, Cinematografiche, Video , etc, etc,... persuade che una determinata marca simboleggi di quanto sociale possa avere utilità, anche le arancione biciclette mollate dovunque tanto "io pago, faccio quello che mi pare!" è il pensiero di ogni "buona" persona nel giustificare la sua arroganza e prepotenza. Ogni "murale" ha il suo messaggio utile più di un ms, anzi serve a diffonderlo per ms, rapido, coinciso, a marchio di qualità del miglior status di centro sociale, dove ci si ubriaca volentieri alla guida delle masse e dei mezzi di trasporto, poco importa o nulla se accanto il "barbone" di turno dalle finestre del #lagerLight li ha mandati a fare in culo!... considerandoli delle merde,.. (n0n io!...) io sono solo osservatore,.. in caso di chi fa delle cagate, o dice delle stronzate. Se fosse per me dipingerei l'0spedali di ogni colore esistente! (tranne il bianco!!), anzi scusate la insistenza ma rinnovo in replay una Poesia di Enzo Aprea; =Vorrei=                                                 Vorrei,.... una corsia di letti rossi, verdi e gialli azzurri e rosa per far festa alla morte come sposa. E dottori sorridenti curvi sul corpo rotto di un uomo con camici variopinti di voile, di chiffon, di seta pura per far festa alla morte senza paura. E muri disegnati dai pittori più grandi da Giotto, Raffaello da Pier della Francesca dal Giorgione e cancellare il bianco del dolore. Muoia la morte per una sola volta senza il suo color!...                                     Drammatica, esigenza, quanto le condizione in qui mori il poeta, giornalista divenuto scrittore poetico, a motivo di una sua malattia, che nessun@, per più di quanto comprensivo intuiva la tragedia personale,... N0n mi stanco neanche di ricordare un mio connazionale, di nascita, tale Eduardo Dellagiovanna, suicidatosi a Brescia il 7 Dicembre 2O16, compagno lasciato solo col suo dramma e infermità, dove preferì una pallottola in corpo, anzi che, combattere il male che lo divorava,... ma molto c'è di solitudine e di abbandono da coloro che son presi a fare il " maquillage " di una struttura adempita al sociale, di un #CSA,... e poi magari son peggiori "trasgressori" e libertini traditori alla salute pubblica oltre alla loro , le stesse persone che in contraddizione col sano, e nulla igenico, di nude gambette che poggiano sui sedili, medesimi dove poggiano i loro piedi medesimi dopo aver calpestato merda, (forse n0n umana), ma di certo animale, e di microbi sono portatori di "malattie - sconosciute". (come reca la dicitura all'0spedale  di Bologna Sant'0rsola) Vestirsi a festa e andarsi a divertire, consumando ogni sorta di bontà della natura, ogni un@ fa scelta di se stesso dove meglio crede, i locali dove stravaccare la voglia della riuscitissima musica assordante dove se voglia, anche per che, si lucra da tutte le parti, e sulla pelle di chi che sia, magari emarginando anche di umane e comprensibile cause!... no fa differenza dato i tempi dell'impegno mancato con il sociale da solidarizzare,... fa lo steso essere un cultore del buon fisico, palestrtrat@, dal guanto da box, o da usare tra le gambe con sani principi!... e poi nulla si sa dello spacciatore che frequenta di uguale il #dormitorioPubblico,... (o #pubblicoDormitorio, [?] ,...) o la "festa dei #culiAperti" ! l'orgia libertina anzi tutto e vincente, magari da sballo con le salcicce la buona birra, e dal consumatore meglio se è dal produttore,... poi un bel incontro antirazzista e antifascista come facciata!!... veramente alla grande!!!.... se poi nel retro mai un po di colore, e nessuna allegria nei sabati e dei martedì della #FAMEdellaVIOLENZA, e delle vittime incapaci di intendere e volere,... e le differenze di genere stra fottuta perseguitate con mente finissima per l'abuso, n0n fa attrazione festante da dibattere, e meno da tener in considerazione per un confronto,... Bologna rossa a perso, rimangono slogan e belle adunate ormai senza partigiani da vergognare con l'impulsi giovanili amanti della trasgressione di mandare a cagare l' insegnanti, che solo mettono in discussioni le natiche al vento, in quei calzoncini tipo assorbenti, che siedono sulla merda! Sarò ripetitivo alla nausea! la stessa che mi procura veder ingrassare e ungere i rapporti col potere, riunendosi nel locali del lager, light, ma sempre carcere modello. https://youtu.be/bgywzjlj9QA    

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Invigorating Panacea

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