#bonten angst

[cienfleurx]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. ⁰⁰¹

✑ GENRE: slowburn. angst. nsfw 18+.

✑ WARNING: explicit language. mature themes. topics of violence and murder. stockholm syndrome (not the reader). sexual tension if you squint. reader is an executive. other bonten stuff. strictly mdni.

✑ SYNOPSIS: platonic love is a type of love that is neither sexual nor romantic; something that the executives have been feeling towards you for the past few years - or so they would like to believe.

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CHAPTER ONE | PLATONIC LOVE.

“No, because I’m gonna kill your fucking whore if you don’t give him to me!”

First thing in the morning and it was already a mess.

“Let’s just hope Boss gets here early.” one of the them muttered, as they heard another gunshot followed by the sound of what was most likely an ancient vase shattering. Poor Takeomi, he'll be furious to see his million-dollar vase broken into pieces by the four executives wreaking havoc on the first-floor corridors.

The majority of the personnel in the lobby couldn't help but sigh as they witnessed the present predicament occurring at the headquarters. It was just another day, another round of chaos from the foolish executives who had been attempting to murder each other for the nth time in the preceding years. Supposedly, these individuals were the said top dogs of the syndicate, but seeing all of this happen before their very own eyes had them doubting at the back of their mind, but not to the point of questioning their position as higher-ups.

The reason? Peluda, your Foldie Cat, had been kidnapped by the Bonten Trio yet again, as you chased their tails with a loaded Glock; a sight that did not even surprise them anymore.

“You.” the receptionist flinched when all of a sudden, you called for his attention, his Adams apple bobbing from your nerve-wrecking presence. You darted a glare at him as you motioned your head. “Get that fucking woman here. I’ll sample that son of a bitch why he should never mess with me.”

Sanzu came to a halt as he heard the command. Ran and Rindou, who had been tossing the Foldie Cat back and forth, are in the same boat. His emerald eyes fixated at the receptionist, glowering at his trembling frame when he caught sight of his movement ready to leave as if he was about to heed the woman's order.

“Don’t you dare.”

“You heard me.” you taunted the man, heading towards him with the cold metallic weapon in your grip. “I’ll bury a bullet on your head if you hesitate once more.”

“Goddamn chill, woman. Mikey will be furious if you touch Himari.” Ran tried to alleviate the tension, but you only shot him a look, positioning the pistol towards his direction. 

“Shit wouldn’t happen if you just give him back to me.” you spat.

Rindou rolled his eyes, plopping down the fluffy cat on the floor as its furry self rushed towards you, its paws trotting fast away from the devils that made him undergone the worst traumatic experience so far in order to rest in your arms, its quivering figure calming down a little when you stroke the base of its ears. “Okay, fine. Geez, can't even take a joke.”

You snarled at him, firing a bullet close enough to graze his cheek.

“Fuck!”

“Your dick is coming next if you fuck with me again.”

“No shit sherlock. This is why cats are the only bitches you have.” Rindou retorted, causing Sanzu and Ran to laugh like maniacs when your face contorted into some sort of displeasure before retreating into the endless corridors.

Truly, the executives couldn't go a day without feeling the satisfaction of holding your suffering in their hands.

Shit has been too hard ever since you became one of the notorious executives in Bonten; it didn't help that these jackasses were always picking on you, making you almost regret taking the title that Sano Manjiro had bestowed on you. They made it a thing to annoy you on a daily basis. Either with the ultimate love of your life being thrown in the air; the ball of sunshine disguised as cats, or with the set of difficult tasks they assigned to you, which almost led to a meeting with the grim reaper if it weren’t for luck backing you up.

Not once did they leave your presence alone; always treating you as if you were a toy who amused them each time you retaliated with your renowned Glock 19 in the clutch, and bothering you every day until all you see is red, firing bullets in the corridor until Takeomi scolds you for damaging his invaluable porcelains. 

However, despite the escapades and monkey tricks that they been pulling so far, best believe that there was not an actual bad blood happening between the both of you. This is just a daily occurrence of how the executives showed their love on one another. You, pointing their gun to them, while they made a run for it. You, threatening their lives, while they indulge in the satisfaction at the sound of your furious clicking heels stomping hard against the glistening marbles.

Surely, things would have been easy if only there were a bunch of Kakucho roaming around the organization, or if the other executives shared the same build as him — respectful, well-mannered, and real mature. He was one of the few gentleman who is courteous to women like you despite being a notorious criminal, and he earned your respect for that.

Just like right now, Kakucho Hitto was being a huge help and you couldn’t be anymore thankful to him for existing in this embodiment pit of hell.

“God. That’s the spot, Kaku. Push it more right there.” you groaned at the feeling of his thumb pressed against your shoulder blades, giving your tense muscle a light squeeze now and then as you relished under his massage. Today was one of those days when you and the navy-haired shared paperwork in his office, and as usual, Kakucho would lend a helping hand by massaging your stressed shoulder after too much documentation processing. Didn’t even help the fact when he found you worn-out in his doorstep, knowing the mess that you had probably just encountered with the Bonten Trio, Kakucho knew that you badly needed some relief over your exhaustion.

“Did I do it right?”

“Yeah. Just squeeze it like that.”

Kakucho did what you told, and you couldn’t help but hum.

“What the actual fuck.” Kokonoi exclaimed under his breath, eyes judgy at the scene playing in front of him. “For a second, I thought you guys are doing the thing.”

Kakucho blushed, because he too, agreed that when you moan like that, it sound like he was pleasuring you.

“Shut the fuck up, Hajime.”

“Can’t blame me. You just fucking moan, alright. Moan.”

“Moans doesn’t always need to be sexual.” you grumbled. 

“Whatever. Kakucho,” Kokonoi called out the navy-haired who seemed to be in a trance until the following words of the silver-haired reached his ears. “Himari’s in Sanzu’s office. You joining?”

You inaudibly sighed at what Kokonoi meant.

So, they were at it again.

Himari Ukishima; the poor woman you had threatened to take life earlier was out there, in Sanzu’s office yet again to pleasure all these executives’ dick.

The woman wasn’t even a whore to begin with. Mikey just found her enticing enough when he passed by a university, and decided to let the Bonten Trio kidnapped her and took her into the headquarters, and she’s been here for what? Almost a year now? Fucking and taking care of their cocks like the good girl she was.

She was basically a girl what the executives wanted; someone they wanted to corrupt and strip off their innocence, and they were no doubt successful from it. It’s Bonten — the worst criminal organization in Japan, what can you say? They fucked her dumb enough for her to develop Stockhold Syndrome. Crazy, you must say. She was one of those victims of their sensual gratification who had fallen deep into the lion’s den to bother escape or even ask for you help, which didn’t surprise you anymore as you think she’s also enjoying the feeling of five cocks in her body whenever you heard her pleas and whines.

“Quiet down, or I won’t hold back putting a bullet through her brain this time.”

You threatened, yet Kokonoi merely let out a smug grin, crossing his arms. The type of woman you are; all bark and no bite. He knew you would never do that. Himari Ukishima is Mikey's most-prized possession. Killing her means defying him, and you weren't one to disobey his orders.

Despite portraying the cold demeanor, Kokonoi knows how much of an obedient woman you are to Mikey.

He was your King; much like to how Sanzu worships him.

“Jealous cause you got no bitches?”

You scowled, growing tired of their old joke of teasing how you got no men to pleasure you. “What’s with you and the others flocking over my bitches?”

Sure, there were some of them, particularly from the clubs you own, though they weren’t like like Himari who had remained the longest period with them. Your sex drive was crazy; no man was able to withstand it and had always been the first one to pass out of consciousness before you could. Therefore, as naturally as you would, you had them dispose and let it be a memory of a one-night stand instead of keeping them by your side. 

However, Bonten would like to think you were just bore in bed that’s why you have no whores in your side. Little did they know, though.

“Well, maybe if you find a man who can last with you then we can stop. Though, I doubt you can find anyone as good as us.”

You raised a brow, intrigued.

"You implyin' something, Hajime?"

He hummed, something within his eyes flashing an emotion you couldn’t quite recognize in your years of being so-called friends.

Instead of responding, Kokonoi only brushed off the question with his right hand, leaving you on Kakucho's office to think if he actually meant something behind his words or he was just messing around with you to rattle your emotions — well, that is, until one by one, you heard sinful groans, whines, and skin slapping from the office next door that made you bury your face on your palms, damn interrupted from thinking and even working from the paper works.

"Stupid fucks, I told them to quiet down." 

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[snzunii]

YOU BREAK UP WITH THEM.

+ tags. angst, hurtful words (from ran huhu), breaking up, established relationships + characters. sanzu haruchiyo, ran haitani x f!reader (separately) + word count. 0.7k + note. hello. ><

sanzu haruchiyo.

“i’m tired.” 

sanzu looked at you with furrowed brows; the phone that previously got his attention was now discarded on the coffee table in front of him, his brows raised when you chuckled bitterly—you were wondering what would make him look at you—and now, you got your answer. 

“then go get some rest.”

“no, tired of us. tired of you.” you said nonchalantly, as if the words that you were saying weren't hurting him—as if it weren't hurting you. “let’s break up.”

sanzu wasn't surprised at all.

he also don't expect you to say anything anymore; that was enough for him. because that was it; you really became tired of him. 

your face and actions were enough to tell him that you weren't gonna do this anymore. that you were not gonna wait for him to tell you what’s wrong instead of setting you aside.

you weren't gonna wait for him to open himself up to you. he didn't need any explanation, you were simply tired of him. and for the first time you do not expect him to say anything, to finally say his feelings out loud.

you do not expect him to beg for you not to leave because you know that’s not him, he’s not going to do that. you know he would choose to stay quiet and the next, act as if nothing happened and everything was okay. 

you were tired of fighting for the two of you, for the mismatched efforts on your relationship. you were done defending him to yourself that maybe you can still do it—that even though he’s not showing it he wanted you to stay. 

it was the same one word but the impact on the both of you were different. you felt free as he was uttering that word, you felt like the big thing that was weighing you down was slowly getting light but for him, saying that one word was the hardest that he’s ever done.

he didn’t want to. he wanted to say that he would try, but he doesn’t know how to. he just wished that you’d stay a little longer until he figures it out—but he knows that you’ve reached your limit.

that you would crumble and lose yourself the longer you stay with him. 

“okay.”

ran haitani.

“could you give me some fucking space? it’s getting annoying.” ran said that made you stop, your hand that was clinging on his arm was discarded.

it’s been almost a month since you last saw him. this is the only time that you get to see and talk to each other because of your tight schedules and you wanted to cherish it—make the most out of it, but he was acting a bit different today.

“am i doing something wrong?” you asked, a bit teary eyed that made him roll his eyes. his actions feels like your heart was getting ripped into pieces. “i-i just wanted to be close to you. we barely saw each other this month.”

“i know but do you have to be literally on me-” he stopped and sighed, “see. this is why i don’t want to say anything. could you please not cry here. i feel like i can’t do or say shit cause it’ll make you cry like a fucking baby” 

you weren’t really crying but you couldn’t stop a tear from falling. you were getting embarrassed and hurt. though, the pain was much more prominent; your chest was tightening every second you were looking at his face.

he’s different because he’s tired. he’s unhappy. he has been for the past few weeks—how could you not see it? he doesn’t want any more of this. 

you almost begged him to go on this date too.

“then you’ll overreact on the slightest-”

“i wanna break up.” you said and he chuckled.

it took all of your strength to say that to him. to really mean it. this is how much you love him, that you’d want to set him free from you.

“see.” he rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders, “fine. let’s break up.”

ran thought that this was just one of your pretentiousness, that you were getting dramatic over the things that he said. you do this often before—break up with him but the next day you’ll text him and say that you couldn’t do it without him.

he was assured that you'll be back and take back what you said but why did it hurt the next morning when there weren’t a text from you? 

[znitsamluv]

𝐈'𝐦 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 !

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 . Pt.1

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐳 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 <3

Warnings : some swearing ig ?

•Mikey

° Mikey is usually busy with his business with Bonten and is hardly home but when he is there he makes sure he is giving his full attention to his family especially your son .

• It was dinner time and Mikey noticed you and s/n exchanging looks before you started talking.

° " s/n wanted to ask you something since last week but you were busy " the look you were giving Mikey made him immediately know that if he refused what was going to be said he will be in deep shit .

° " I have a big game tomorrow and I wanted you to be there to watch... But if you are busy I understand" Mikey's heart sank the moment he saw s/n eyes look slightly sad as if he was expecting a rejection, Mikey had an important meeting with Bonten tomorrow but he won't risk losing any more time away from his family.

° that's how Bonten ended having the meeting in the Stadium of the match 💀 They all wore normal clothes and caps but that didn't cover for the fact that they were literally talking about criminal business beside normal citizens .

° whenever s/n score Mikey would smile warmly and clap elegantly and then side eye his colleagues to see if they were cheering along with him .

° the proudest father ever .

° better believe s/n is getting hella presents the second the match is finished.

• Sanzu

° loud af in the competition hall .

° might even bring a banner with your daughter's name to show his support while your daughter is melting from embarrassment 😭

° would get hella side eyes from families beside him from his funky hair color and obnoxious behavior but they all don't have the guts to say anything.

° a mother complained about his inappropriate language and ' abuse of swear words in front of innocent souls ' so Sanzu had to be held back by you and was petty af that he started swearing louder 😭

° He heard a mother call your daughter a crazy bitch after your daughter rocked her son's shit in the taekwondo match, he excused himself to the bathroom and spotted them and immediately held his gun to them .

° " call my daughter a crazy bitch again and I will show you who she got her craziness from , if I saw you again better believe you will be six feet underground, .... Consider this a promise "

° once the competition ended he was the first to run to her and pick her up to spin her around while telling her how amazing she did .

° would rub it in Ran and Rindou faces the day after in the office telling them how badass his daughter is and brag about her for the rest of the day.

• Kakucho

° Kakucho has all of your son's timetable in his office so he doesn't miss any moment even if he was busy he will squeeze a 20 minute between the work to at least drop your son off to his training.

° He loves asking his son how training went everyday and even though Kakucho is tired and his eyes are red from overworking and lack of sleep he still sit and listen to s/n rambles about how tiring the training was and how a teammate of his was rude .

° he asks Mikey for a free day before your son's important match everytime and he is always the first one to arrive at the match hall .

° the other families really like you and your husband and how you both raised your son so expect lots of greetings when you both arrive .

° before the match starts Kakucho excuses himself and goes to your son to give him some encouraging words .

° " Hey buddy , no matter the result me and your mother are very proud of you, you trained hard and I believe you will do amazing, as long as you play fairly I know you will win . Now go and show everyone who is s/n Hitto "

° Kakucho usually stands in a corner the majority of the match where he has a better vision of the match going on , he is always on the run if s/n falls or get hurt .

° Once your son scored the final goal that sealed the match he claps and proudly says with his whole heart for everyone to hear " That's my son!"

• Koko

° Koko is usually busy so he tries to at least be included in any way so he buys your daughter any training clothes she likes or equipment that will help her better , no matter the price he is going to pay .

° since your daughter plays tennis she has a bad habit of breaking her racquet after losing so Koko has a whole room full of expensive racquets so she can replace the one she broke .

° " The moment you see the one you are playing against is crying from losing make sure to take a pic for me "

° Koko has a whole album on his phone of your daughter posing while her rivals are crying in the background.

° He once had to take the rest of Bonten with him because he couldn't miss your daughter's important competition but he also couldn't dump his work .

° Better believe the whole place was filled with cheers and screams of encouraging words just for your d/n ( Koko told them whoever cheers the loudest will get a money raise ) .

° D/n was going to play against a boy so as an elegant girl she is she wanted a handshake for good vibes yk before the match.

° but the boy gave her a smirk and looked her up and down before laughing.

° Koko was boiling with anger but remained calm and crossed his legs watching his prideful daughter do what he told her " don't leave him till his is crying"

° D/n didn't have mercy she literally dominated the whole match not even letting them score a single ball , to the point he started crying and begging for an early end of the match.

° taking out her phone she snapped a photo before sending it to Koko who was in the crowd clapping proudly.

° Let's just say D/n was the main talk in the building of Bonten and in meetings for the next few weeks .

[niko-ash]

Lovely

Lovely- Billie Eilish ft. Khalid

Shinichiro x AFAB!Reader 

Warnings: angst, no comfort, smut, OG Timeline (No time leaping), suicide, mental health issues. MDNI 18+, fingering, handjob, shower sex, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie. If you or someone you know are considering suicide, please reach out to your local hotline or emergency services. 

The call came later that afternoon, you hadn't been able to reach your boyfriend all day. The panicked words from Sanzu’s mouth came out in a jumbled mess when you answered. A soft thud was heard over the line, a sigh from Wakasa’s lips as he took over the phone. 

July 29th, 2003

“Baby you have to eat,” You crouched on the floor in front of your six-foot-tall boyfriend, your hand running through his hair as he sat on the edge of the bed. The bowl of rice and beef sat untouched on the bedside table. His empty dark eyes surrounded by dark circles and hollowed cheeks; he was looking through you. “Please Shin?” You tried not to let the desperation in your voice overtake the true issue at hand. 

Mikey’s death had taken a toll on him worse than you could’ve imagined. In such a short time he had lost a noticeable amount of weight and refused to leave bed. You weren’t blaming him; you understood the toll that grief takes on people. You were also grieving the loos of his younger brother; Mikey had become an important part of your life, you had walked with him to and from school most days, took him out for snacks and often took him out with you and Shin. His death was weighing on you, but Shinichiro was more important than your grieving process. The man in front of you was simply a hallow shell of who he was before. If he had had a shirt on then you wouldn’t have been able to see his lungs taking in air, he was so fragile under your touch. The hand in his dark hair cupped his face; he no longer leaned into your touch, no longer pulled you closer in bed. His mind was gone, you were simply caring for his body hoping he would return. 

“Baby, are you okay enough to shower?” No response. The light had simply been drained from his eyes. The ache in your chest, the choking feeling in your throat. The numbing icy touch of his skin under your hand and the resistance of fighting your own tears back. You stood back up, hand dropping from his face, to go turn on the shower. There was no way to describe the pain of what you were going through. Everyone told you that he would come back around, that this was all a part of the grieving process, and everyone handles death differently. But this was different. You would be lying if you said at first, you didn’t believe their words. There was less and less of him every time you looked at him. The steam from the water fogged the mirror you could once see yourself in. In the process of taking care of your boyfriend, you could see now you had been unintentionally neglecting yourself. 

You didn’t know how long you had been staring at your fogged over reflection, but it had been long enough that Shinichiro came to check on you. His eyes glazed over the mirror and then your body. You had also seemingly dropped several pounds. You didn’t recognize anymore. His shirtless figure reached out, removing your shirt and shorts. His sweatpants following your clothes on the floor. He guided the two of you into the nearly scolding water, the shower washing away tears you were unaware had fallen from your eyes. The water rinsed away the feeling of depression leaving you with nothing but numbness. Shin’s hands were on your waist, his lips on yours as he pushed your back against the shower wall. Droplets form his hair dripped onto your face. The taste of his mouth slowly kissing you brought a necessary comfort to you. Your hands trailed up and down his chest, not daring to go lower until he gave you permission to do so. Tears mixed with the droplets streamed like an unstoppable river down your face.

His fingers traveled down to your clit, slowly rubbing circles that sent shivers down your spine. Your hand wrapped itself around his cock, stroking him until you were both a moaning mess. Lips moving in sync as he inserted a finger in your entrance. You moved your moth to his jaw line leaving a path of open mouth kisses down his neck letting your tongue lick his skin before sucking on the sweet spot under the side of jaw. His moans, oh god how you missed hearing him. Your walls clenched around his fingers as he added a second one and moved at pace that was pushing you to the edge. His cock twitched in your hand when you delicately slipped your thumb over the slit of his tip. Removing your hand from him you sucked his pre-cum off the tip of your thumb. 

A whine left your lips when he pulled his fingers out of you without warning only to find one of your legs being lifted around his waist. He rubbed the tip of his cock between your slick folds, teasing you until you begged for it. Both your eyes watched as he pushed into you. The stretch that you had never gotten used to overwhelmed you, but you loved the feeling of him in you. Your eyes rolled back as he bottomed out giving your pussy a sudden thrust that hit just the right spot. His free arm held the shower wall above your head, his face pressed into the crook of your neck as he began thrusting in you at a steady pace. His hair was still so soft in your hands. 

“Fuck, Shin… oh my god.” Your orgasm was creeping up faster than you wanted to admit. He always did this to you though, fucked you so good you came within minutes. It wasn’t long before your high came crashing around his cock as he chased his own climax. 

“I love you, fuck I love you.” The words came out as a whimper from him. You pulled his face from your neck forcing his mouth back on yours which he was happy to do. His tongue easily won dominance over you. You didn’t mid though, you loved the feeling of him in your mouth, loved the taste of your lover. He rested his forehead on yours, a string of saliva connecting you together. You watched his face contort in pleasure as his thrusts became sloppier. He was on the edge when the words ‘I love you’ from your perfect mouth danced in his ears and sent him over. His seed leaked out of you from around his cock, your legs shaking as you pulled him in for another kiss. Water from long forgotten shower rinsed away any and all evidence of the moment that happened minutes before. Exhausting took over your mind when you both stepped out, turning the water off and him carrying you to bed. The last thing you felt before letting sleep take you was his lips pressing kisses on your cheek, mouth and forehead. 

July 30, 2003

“Hey, it’s Wakasa.” The man you had always known as Shinichiro’s best friend breathed your name through the phone. “I just got off the phone with someone else. I need you to listen carefully, okay?” Dread bubbled in your stomach. Something was very wrong.

“What is it?”

“Shinichiro jumped, I’m really sorry.” Wakasa heard the phone on the other line drop. The line had gone dead. Shinichiro was gone.

[andraxicated]

(virgin) killer tendencies

Pairings: mikey x f! reader w/ slight bonten/ran

pov: losing your virginity before becoming a netflix documentary

Tags: suggestive/smut | dark themes | yandere | stockholm syndrome

a/n: always stay safe when going out with your friends!

"Any message you want to give to your friend? Or to her kidnapper?"

The girl on the tv sobs, her beautiful face contorting, her voice breaking as she stares into the camera, crushing your heart. The last time you saw her was years ago, back when you drank, danced, and died. You miss her so much, you miss everyone so much.

Dreams of being successful women went all down the drain just because of that cursed night. You really can't blame anyone because all of those was your fault, everything that lead to this moment was all on you.

You and your heartbroken, party girl tendencies.

"I just hope she's in a good place now, it's been years-I-I don't know what to say to her. I wished I'd been more of a good friend." She grabs a tissue from the box in front and uses it to clean her nose. "And to her kidnapper...In this life, we might not get the justice (y/n) deserves but I know...that you will burn in hell—"

"Baby~" A hushed whisper tickles your ears that makes you stand up straight, your heart pounding against your chest from the nervousness and fear of the man behind you. He clasps his large against yours on the stairs, soothing the tension out of your body. He then presses a wet kiss on your neck, calloused palms traveling down to the hem of your sweater dress.

"I suggest we go back up before he notices you sneaking on him. Mikey is scary when he's angry isn't he?"

"Mhm. I'm sorry." You say before taking one last look at the people on the tv. All of them have sad faces, empty smiles, tired eyes and you feel so sorry for them. Sorry for ruining the plans and sorry for not being able to hear your messages to me. Most of all, the biggest apology should be toward yourself who sabotaged your own bright future. But at that time...everything was dark and bleak. Nothing mattered to you.

A trip upstairs lead to a simultaneous trip down memory lane. On that fatefully fucked up night.

Ran's hand on your back disappears along with the transformation of the scene before you. Your sweater dress changes into a red, glittery one, the hallway shifts into a loud bar, your face adorned with makeup, surrounded by friends and the smell of cigarettes; but the same dreadful feeling weighing you down stays the same.

-2 years ago-

You dreamed of being famous, but not this way.

The ear-splitting shatter of the glass onto the floor captures everyone's attention as you turn around in a daze. You see a girl's furrowed eyebrows and an annoyed expression etched on her as you look down on the spilt drink.

"Can you watch where you're going?"

Her anger was understandable so you had to apologize. "I'm sorry. I didn't see you there. I'll pay for another drink-"

"Don't even bother." She crosses her arms and inches towards you, examining your face and your flaws. A smirk appears on her lips when she notices how familiar you look, an expression that you dread as you prepare yourself for her words.

"Aren't you the one who got dumped and caused a scene last Friday? The girl who-" She suddenly gets cut off when your friend from behind walks in front. Drunk as a skunk and she still has the power of her sharp tongue to insult people. You used to have that kind of attitude too but not when your inside is hollow.

"Shut the fuck up! She apologized right? Do you want a new bottle if you don't want a new glass?" Or do you want to be labeled this week's scene stealer?"

Your drunk friend retorts with an arm around your shoulder, her middle finger up to the people who backed down from her insults and chose not to cause a further scene.

Both of you chuckle at how pathetic and elementary the happening was and she guides you back to your booth. Her manicured nails encasing the glass bottle and overflowing the little shot glass she has. The liquor drips and you dodge in shock, preventing it from sticking to your legs and dress.

You get a tissue as your friend apologizes in a slurred speech. "I'm so sorry. I can't get my head right. I need water." "It's okay-"

The slam of the bottle startles you as you look at her glaring at you. It looks like the ones you get when she's about to get you an earful, acting like your personal life coach.

"Can you please stop apologizing? You turned into a fake ass meek girl just to please that now ex boyfriend of yours...do you even see yourself?"

Do you? You looked multiple times in the mirror to check on your blemishes, to check on your body and compare it to the ones he likes, so yes you always see yourself. And you full well know that you changed your personality and actions for him, only to end up getting cheated on with the supposed opposite of his ideal type.

Good thing you've never given him your virginity. It would be such a shame that an asshole got you first.

"I just want to go back to my free self." You lean onto the velvet material as you try to erase him out of your mind. Desperately creating a clean slate for a potential guy tonight.

"Then go back. No one's stopping you."

If you could only go back in time and just stayed in your room wallowing in self-pity...this would not have happened. You can't blame that advice because it didn't say you had to be that reckless. It was just your stupid drunken self driven by lust that got you in that situation.

You go outside for a breath of fresh air because the cigars are suffocating and you see a sleek black car blending right in the night alley. It looked so expensive from the exterior and the familiar brand on it, you could only wish to have the life of whoever owns that. You approach it to look into the window and see yourself, bending down to fix your messed hair.

"You want my car that bad?" Black haired, short, dressed in sweater and pants same color as his hair, tattooed neck, bloodshot eyes, and he reeks of danger. You should've ran when you saw him but little miss addicted to bad boys felt a butterflies in her stomach. That was all you could remember from the night you first saw Mikey.

His sudden appearance beside has you startled and standing up straight in embarrassment. You consciously drag down your dress as you might have flashed him with your panties, his eyes naturally darting over your action.

"I'm sorry. I was just looking for a mirror." You utter an excuse.

"Go on. That's not my car anyway."

What? You look at him with a confused face, silently asking who's the owner if he isn't. The man sees your questioning look and ponders on answering it before taking a crunchy bite of the taiyaki he's holding. You watch him chew, closed mouth and how his lips move, before looking away when he catches your gaze.

"Company car." He answers and you nod, thinking what kind of gigantic company this man works for.

Your train of thought suddenly gets cut off when he waves the fish shaped snack in front of your face, once again shocking you from how stealthily he moved; you didn't even notice him until then.

You meet Mikey's gaze on you and the taiyaki waving in front, deciphering his questioning eyes if you want to take a bite. If only you knew him years prior, you know he doesn't like to share his snacks especially the ones he like. But he found himself wanting to share with a random stranger wearing the sluttiest dress he's ever seen. Perhaps him catching wind of your black thong reeled him in as he lets his boner do the judging.

"Ah, I'll get some thank you."

Instead of taking a pinch with your fingers, you seductively leaned in and bit the head of the fish, parting the piece in your mouth from its body. Your upwards gaze to him was not assertive but rather meek, doe eyes subtly seducing the man while you pull away and chew. That phase of reading seduction books really helped when you glance down and saw the tightening of his pants, his shifting between foot, and the tinge of pink on his cheeks.

To know you were wanted and craved made you squirm while standing, a pressure forming on your center as your body gets tense.

"You have something on your lips" Mikey points out for you, his eyes fixated on your lips. A simple word that made you drop everything for you know what comes next.

"Where?" A coy question coming from your mouth even though you know where the dirt was. You could easily feel it hanging from the corner of your lips, yet you don't bother as you want to know what this man will do.

If he does exactly what you had in mind...then you're going home with him.

"Right here" He raises his thumb to wipe the red bean off your face. The sensation of a simple touch brought electricity to your body, making it more heated up and desperate for loving warmth.

"There's still some left" His voice drawls out lazily and you feel yourself getting lost in this dreamlike moment. He's intoxicated and you are too, he's lonely and so do you.

"Can you please get it for me?" And he leans to capture your lips with an openmouthed kiss, tongues dancing around each other for arousal. He grips your chin to move your head how he wants and you place your arms around his shoulder, pushing his head to a deeper kiss. Amidst shared breaths, you could feel how soft and sweet his lips were, lightly playing with the pleasing flesh. While on Mikey's point of view, yours was bittersweet. The red bean's taste and the previous bits of alcohol entered his system as he attempts to suck more of you.

It was passionate and heated, his hand already crept up to the inside of your dress, daring to feel your ass against the texture of the lace. That sealed the deal for the both of you to go home. You sadly pull away from the lack of breath as Mikey watches how smudged your lipstick were. You looked like a whore and it brought a smile to his face.

He had lipstick stains on his face too, scattered red like he got bombarded and played with. A chuckle leaves your lips and his eyes dart over to your smiling face. The corner of your cheeks pulling up and your eyes creasing. He felt like mimicking it as he forced himself to show you how happy he was. Mikey truly felt happy and alive in that moment, all the more to keep you by his side.

"You want to go for a drive?" "Maybe later" Your bold vixen personality reared itself as you push him against the car, biting his lip for a little tease before a messy clash of mouths occur on the dimly lit street. Oh and you remember; his finger that came back underneath your dress, teasing and massaging your clothed slit as you moan agape. Providing you with a bit of foreplay before introducing you to the main course.

-1:00 am-

As he drives onto a nearby hotel, you look out the window and see the lights passing by. A buzz comes from your phone to notify you that your friend has replied.

"I'm going to check in a hotel"

"Lol same. Stay safe!"

As you turn off your phone, you look at Mikey and question yourself why you're trusting a man who you don't even know. Someone you met minutes ago is taking you to a hotel, this was what people did right? In books, in movies, in whatever you've consumed, they just went with whoever they're with and had a one night stand.

A wrong move on your behalf.

He places his calloused palm to rest on your thigh, soothing then squeezing the flesh as you feel your core getting wet by the minute. A sly finger inches closer to your inner thighs, trying to pry your legs apart with his index and thumb and yet you chose not to budge.

"Playing hard to get?"

"Let me check your strength." You provoked and Mikey laughed, a stranger's rouse riling him up as no one dared to test his strength in years. The veins on his arms became prominent along with the tension on his fingers, it seemed like a split second where your legs were closed and now they were open. A spread palm in between and it clasps closer to your panties, holding the prize in a fit of victory.

"Satisfied?"

You were very satisfied with your first time. He brought you to a luxurious five star hotel, one that you've never dreamed of checking in. You were not dumb as you observed people's gazes on you, you're not some psychic who can read their minds nor an agent who can read body language. The timid girl on his arm could only wonder why those people were looking at you. That should've tickled your suspicion yet you brushed it off in the anticipation of getting fucked.

Well, it was worth looking forward to. Mikey had plans of treating you like a whore before you told him that you're a virgin. Wide eyed and brimming with tears, you're practically begging for him to take care of you. And so with a kiss to your forehead, his demeanor changes to that of a gentle lover.

"It's okay. No need to be scared" He coaxes you into his embrace as his fingers deftly unclasp your bra. Slowly pushing you onto the bed while he fixes his positioning on top of you.

Fragments of steamy memories flood your mind as you stare into another man's eyes. You thought you would look back on that night fondly because it was so intimate…a first time of a sacred act just between the two of you. But as you stare into Ran's eyes, a bitter smile creeps up when the realization struck you.

You were used and shared. You want to leave but your heart is too attached to the people of this house. When you finally get out…now what? The sinking feeling of despair gnaws at you as you realize outside of your little home, you were lonely. Just like the first time you ran away when you saw liquid red.

Ran's lips tickle upwards to your neck, kissing your jaw and capturing your lips with his own. Relying on your muscle memory, your legs automatically wrap around his waist, your hands clinging to his strong shoulders as he grinds his oncoming hard-on directly on your clothed cunt.

A moan then escapes from the shockwaves.

"Ah! Mikey!" You thrash with shaking legs, his harsh thrusts producing obscene squelches of your cum down below. There was no strength left on your lower half or your torso, you could only follow the ripple of your body as he uses it like a toy. A medium for all the frustrations in life.

Staring into the ceiling with drool coming out of your lips and cries between intervals, Mikey finds your sweet spot and his cock experimentally knocks on it the first few times; he looks up and sees your eyes blown wide.

"Found it" He smirks and starts fucking into you while watching your troubled expression. You were so cute and so expressive, you even permitted him to cum inside for your first time.

The splash of his warmth inside made your toes curl as he grinds a few times and closes his eyes in ecstasy while you close yours in exhaustion. The toy needs her rest after all.

You hear someone saying "Wake up"

...

"Fucking bitch—wake up!"

You open your eyes to the surprise of seeing yourself crisp and clear. The familiar mirror meets your confused face on the bed, a tripod and a camera standing in front, and your scattered mind trying to register what's going to happen.

"What-" You halt. And if you were sleepy before, then your whole body jolts awake to see the pink-haired psycho over your shoulder. He laughs upon the confirmation of you being scared of him, and so he rests a hand on your head, patting it like a pet.

"Don't be scared~" He coos, his attempt at comfort just brings a shiver to your whole body. What kind of sick kink does he have today?

"So before we start…" Sanzu's voice trails off as your ears block out every word he says. Your eyes look at everyone in the room through the mirror, counting the figures until your gaze lands on someone in the corner of the room.

Leaning against the wall while watching you, he seems to have seen you through the mirror too. You don't know why your heart still beats for the man who doesn't care.

You wished he would comfort you, you wished he would take you away, you wished he would be possessive and have you all to himself. But all of those dissipates when Mikey smiles at you, despite it being an empty one. Anything he gives, you take like a loyal dog.

You love him still.

"Any message you want to give to your friends? or to your family?"

[movedtolilmouzee]

hi! can you do the reactions of bonten!ran,rin,sanzu, and possibly hanma to the reader seeing them getting into a physical fight with someone and getting scared (maybe from ptsd?) please and thank you :)(and can you make it super angsty i love that shit) also love your writing you’re so talented!

𝔤𝔬 𝔞𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔯𝔶...

𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘦𝘺𝘦, 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦, 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵.

(Zee's note- Hi love, hope your staying hydrated. Hope this is angsty enough for you, also so glad you like my writings. I'm still learning. I'm sorry this took me so long, motivation really slipped from my grasp. Hope you enjoy. <3.)

Ran told you from the beginning that his job wasn't going to be easy on your heart. Ran dealt with things daily that put his life at risk, even your own life at risk but you stayed by rans side through everything. Even through all the love you have ran, you could never stop that anxiety pit in your stomach that ate at your insides every minute that passed when ran hadn't answered your message or walked through the front door. You told yourself that it would get better, and thankfully it did.

Ran slowly introduced you to everyone at bontens, bringing you along to meetings that wouldn't disclose to much information, and even offered to bring you along to parties hosted by bonten and their allies. Things were surprisingly ok for dating someone that was a notorious criminal in Japan. Unforgivngly having a big reputation will bring trouble and trouble found ran tonight when walking home from a small trip to a convince store.

The three major issues in this moment was that ran is half asleep, you don't have much fighting experience and most of the lights coming from apartment buildings and street lamps weren't enough to show the group of men sitting in the alley waiting to jump ran. These were a recipie for disaster, and that was exactly what ran got.

Ran took the moment he had to himself, to relax. Leaning near the corner of the convince store, his mind running through what seemed like a million thoughts, distracting him from the 3 men that had snuck up behind him, making quick work to cover his mouth and grab his arms. Chuckling when they notice how quick ran seemed to panic, unable to escape from the current situation, his mind praying they didn't find you.

The men seemingly almost unsatisfied with how easy ran was to catch grew annoyed "And here we thought the famous haitani ran would be a much scarier fight" one man whispered, slamming rans arm against the corner wall of the convince store, rans screams muffled by the man covering his mouth, blood gushing down rans arm, his bone showing through the

Rans mind panicking when he laid eyes on you rounding the corner looking for him. The sound of your gasp and bags crashing against the floor catching the attention of all three men. "Looks like you got a fan, haitani. Or is this someone you care for? Don't worry we don't want em, we want you, though the look of their face breaks my heart so I'll be nice and let you go this time, next time we won't be so nice." The men whisper leaving ran in your hands.

Rindou found himself in multiple fights but always got away with minimal cuts, bruises, and blood on my knuckles. Always being able to calm your worries, telling you it was work accidents, which wasn't always a lie just never the full truth, rindou saw no need to worry you.

Rindou's words had comforted you everytime you worried but anxiety always found itself creeping into your mind, poisoning your thoughts every moment rindou left for work and the moment you believed those thoughts was the day rindou came home so blooded and beaten you thought a funeral was the next step in your relationship.

Rindou tried so hard to enter the house quietly, to slip past you without you seeing him, him be able to clean up and supirse you but you always knew when he was home.

Your usual greeting to him being stopped by a gasp of horror stopped rindou dead in his tracks, rindou quick to try and say he was ok, he just needed a bath and some rest and then everything would be fine, you knew better though. You knew how good rindou was at down playing his pain and ignoring his injuries to make you not worry.

although rindou tried he failed, only agreeing to let you patch him up when you threatened to call ran and told rindou you'd stop cuddling with him before bed. That was enough for rindou to agree, annoyed you caught him but grateful you want to help.

After what seemed like an eternity to rindou and only an hour to you, you finished cleaning rindou and patching him up. Discovering the many cuts, brusies and black eye he developed thanks to his work. Both of you sharing annoyed comments back and forth, mumbling how rindou should be more careful and how you shouldn't worry so much about him, evwn through the bickering continued you two happily sat in the livingroom watching a movie enjoying the time you had together.

Sanzu breaking old habits were difficult for him, leaving behind what he knew wasn't something he could think about before dating you, it took him aback when you asked him to settle down with you and slowly start thinking of becoming more then just whatever sanzu considered you to be in his life.

Sanzu loved the idea at first, was so excited to ask you to be his partner in crime, he even called rindou and ran to have a few drinks with him. A few drinks turned into sanzu calling his dealer and getting high off my mind before the haitani brothers called it a night knowing how sanzu got with different alcohol and drugs mixed in his system.

You had no clue what your now current boyfriend was doing, simply thinkingbhe had a few drinks, technically the truth but not the truth you wanted.

The moment you heard the door open and close was your cue to greet sanzu, a smile on your face as you happily told him about the dinner you made and plans you had for the night, only met with his cold deminor, an annoyed sigh before sanzu just sat on the couch turning on the tv.

Bad timing is the solution you came up with, offering to get him any medicine if his head or stomach hurt noticing how he ignored your talk of dinner, earning another sigh from sanzu and a quick but mumbled "no". Now worrying you didn something yourself to upset sanzu, worryingly asking what you had done not noticing sanzus irriation building "GOD SHUT UP, I DONT WANT YOUR DISQUSTING FOOD AND IF I WANTED YOUR HELP, I WOULD OF ASKED! God get the fuck out of my sight, can't stand watching you cry. Pisses me off."

Hearing him yell so suddenly, voice getting louder at each moment, sanzu staring down at you with a cold gaze hands rubbing his temple had tears streaming down your cheeks, making you remember all the times your mother/father yelled at you for not being good enough in their eyes, pushing you past your limits to please them, only realizing you'd never be enough for them.

Hanma is a dangerous man that loves playing dangerous games. Gambling his life, his valuables, all to feel a risk, searching for that opponent that could make him taste fear, thought he found his opponent, it was you who got the taste of fear.

Hanma was on a winning streak against his newest client, pocketing over millions worth of jewelry, diamonds, and gold. "You're down on your luck today, kid." Hanma teased edging the poor person on. Hamna knew how to get under everyone's skin, how to make them play his game.

"One last game, prize is them." You tensed at the deal, praying hanma wasn't going to take it but hanma sucked his teeth hearing the offer "Add 20k on that and you got a deal" hanma snickered, rubbing your back with his hand. Hanmas a smart man you thought, he'll win this and you two can go home, you thought.

Though your hope slowly died watching hanma losing as the games went on, tensing with every move. "Ah, you beat me fair and square, guess I lost huh?" Hanma asked, snapping you from your mind panic setting in.

"That I did" the client chuckled, practically hopping out of his chair, happy to have beaten hanma and gotten the grand prize he wanted all along. "Hand em over, hanma. You lost" he coo'd smirking at you, only seemingly to enjoy the fearful look on your eyes.

"On second thought, isn't it rather sketchy how you seemed to beat me so suddenly. You and your little body over at that table near by seemed to have been passing a lot of glances towards each other. I wonder what that could be for" hanma hummed pulling you against his chest "I think I'll be keeping my prize tonight"

"Cut the bul-" before hanmas client could even finish his thought of saying thise words, hanma already pulled his revolver out of his pocket, pulling the trigger on both the man and his friend, sighing. "Clean this up and collect my shit." Hanma said annoyed, lifting you in his arms "Hope I didn't scare you too bad, baby, I just wanted to see how far we'd get" he whispered kissing your cheek.

[authorluvgxbby]

forget-me-nots

Based on request here

Genre: Angst, Angst and no comfort

Bonten Sanzu x Traitor!Reader

Warnings: Mentions/suggestions of drugs, mentions/suggestions of usage of drugs, suggestions/mentions of death, mentions/suggestions of blood, injury, cursing, trauma, scars, reader dies, torture, weapons, angst

Sanzu sighs, walking over to your quivering form on the bloody floor of your apartment. How pathetic. “Now Doll~” he hums, crouching to meet you at your eye-level, bloody katana in hand, “you know the rules. So there’s no point in cryin’ now.'' 

True. You did know. You knew what would happen the moment you even thought about betraying Bonten. About betraying Mikey, and the consequences that would follow after doing so.

Slowly, the tip of the blade grazes your arms, now burning and stinging. The pungent odor of copper and flesh fills your once, comforting home, a smell that was absolutely intoxicating to the crazed man in front of you. You were too weak to try to fight back anymore. Your body was growing numb and losing feeling. Everything around you was slowly becoming nothing but a blur and it was getting harder to stay awake for much longer. 

“S-sanzu,” you whimper, “please,” you hiccup, “I didn’t have a choice…they were gonna hurt you,” you whimpered, fresh drops of salty tears running down your cracked face and into your bleeding cuts. 

He scoffs, “You idiot. You still don’t get it?” 

His once amused and bright, blue eyes instantly turn as cold as ice as he casts a contorted look of disgust and disappointment, “It doesn’t matter what happens to me…or to anyone else. All that matters is the king. I thought I had made that clear to you when you first started working for me.” he sighs, pushing off his knees to stand on his feet. 

“That’s right…,” you murmur to yourself, slumping against the floor as you give in to the fatigue washing over you, “I did break the rules, I betrayed Mikey, I put the whole organization at risk and that makes me a liability. But, for the most part, it was certainly worth my life.”

Your eyes were void of its usual glint of life and your body grew completely numb and cold. You rest your head against the hardened wall, now staring up at the last person’s face you’ll ever see. “I’m glad that I met you, you know.” 

Sanzu quirks a brow, “You're on the verge of dying and yet you have the nerve to say you were glad to have met me? I’m gonna kill you soon.”

You chuckle, shaking your head, “I’d rather it be you than anyone else.” 

Despite his cold words and his familiar unreadable poker face, you could tell that something was holding him back from killing you. Or maybe you were just hoping he’d take pity on you. Either way, you were content with what was to come.

You turned your head to watch the pendulum of the wooden clock stored in the small corner of your apartment. You close your eyes, honing in the sound of the miniscule tics counting down the last few moments of your life. 

Dying with regrets was way worse than dying itself.

The grim sound of midnight struck, and finally, it was time. You slightly peek an eye out, fluttering your half-lidded eyes as you watch Sanzu put on his black leather gloves. 

“Any last words?” His voice was unusually soft, almost calm. It was as if he was getting ready to say goodbye. 

You grinned, “That’s awfully generous of you.” 

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

Your boss was never one to go back on his word. Even if he was about to kill someone. He was honest, and surprisingly, quite fair. 

You couldn’t help but feel pity for him. How lonely he must be.

“Please take better care of yourself in the future and remember to water the flowers,” you smiled up at him one last time, “and if you ever want to talk…just remember I’m always here.”

And that was all.

The little twisted voice laughed and shouted in his head, mocking I told you so! 

 He knew it was going to happen eventually. He always knew that at some point, he’d be forced to end your life, just like the rest of the traitors murdered by his hand.

High or not, Sanzu could sniff a rat a mile away. That’s what he was good at. What he was trained to do. What he was made for. And, like all the other poor souls that thought they could get away with such treachery, you had met your gruesome demise by his hands. But, despite your actions, he still held a sincerity towards you, even after he had murdered you. Sanzu sighs, throwing his head back against the leather headrest of his office chair. 

It’s been a day since your death. Most of the executives of Bonten knew what had happened, but didn’t care much, seeing how Sanzu had gone through more than just a few of his assistants. Everyone just went about their day as usual. Business was business. 

Yet, the pink-haired man seemed more distant than usual, which wasn’t missed by his boss.

“Sanzu pay attention.” Mikey’s hardened voice warned. 

No matter what he did, his mind was constantly occupied by you.

The things you would do on a normal day, the conversations he had with you on break, even the small things about you, he remembers it all.

And it was fucking bugging him.

 His head was pounding at the thought of you. The dead traitor he justifiably murdered in order to preserve the existence of Bonten.

He runs his hands down his face, scooting up to his desk to finish the rest of the paperwork he needed to finish. Picking up some papers, he squints to read some of the fine prints, only to slam them back down on the dark wooden surface. 

What the fuck is wrong with me?

He glances at the left side of his workspace, studying the small flower pot of tiny blue and yellow flowers. 

“Don’t forget to water the flowers.” 

That’s right. You had given him those flowers not too long ago. You were so happy when you did, as if you had poured your heart into the gift itself.

He stares at it, as if it were you staring right back at him with that same bright smile of yours. 

Sanzu’s fists were balled up until his knuckles showed white, his jaw locked as he glared at the pot. He gets up, grabbing the flowers and chucking them across his office. 

I need to forget. 

He seats himself back in his chair before hastily digging for the drugs he had kept stored in his office drawer. His hands were shaking before even sniffing the damn stuff. 

Why was he shaking? He didn’t know. All he wanted was to forget everything. Forget what he did. Forget you.

He’s quick to dump the powdery contents on his desk, not caring about wasting it. Separating a good amount into four thin lines, he quickly inhales each line, one by one, ignoring the burning fumes of his nose as he finishes most of the contents. 

Soon, the familiar rush of adrenaline and the blurriness of his surroundings are present to his now disoriented senses. His mind was groggy, his heartbeat drumming in his ears as he slowly fell unconscious, succumbing to the peaceful darkness of his clouded mind. 

I need to forget. 

Leaning back into his chair, he relaxes, letting all the tension melt away as his eyes flutter shut, letting the drugs take effect, letting his mind wander back to the past. The past with you, that is.

The first day you had been assigned to him, he thought he’d be through with you in less than a week. But, boy, was he wrong. You were different from the rest of the female workers in Bonten. You didn’t care for money, or fame, or power. Hell, you didn’t even care for sex nor spending time with the other Bonten members. 

But, the one thing you did care about was him. 

Every morning you would bring Sanzu his usual bitter hazelnut brewed cup of coffee while greeting him with a sickly sweet smile, and in turn, he would return it with the edges of his diamond shaped scarred lips upturned into a small toothy grin followed by his cheesy earl morning greeting, “mornin’ doll~”. It took him a while to warm up to, but you certainly grew on him. Just a bit.

What was more puzzling to him, was your caring and kind nature towards him, despite the knowledge of what he did and the things he’s done.

Whenever he was high out of his mind and curled up on his office chair, you’d always be there to watch over him and do any remaining reports he had long forgotten after seeking solace in the various substances he would carry around in his suit pockets. 

Or when he would argue with the Haitani brothers, you’d always take his side, even if he was wrong or just spouting nonsense. Deep down, Sanzu could tell that you had a knack for reading people. For reading him. After all, you were around him most of the time, especially when he would mumble random shit when he was high and asleep. 

When he was hurt after coming back from his usual hazardous missions, you were always waiting for him in his office late at night with a first aid kit in hand to patch him up. 

When he spent his restless nights drinking his soul away in an old bar, you would sit with him until he passed out cold so you could take him back to your place to sober up. 

It was almost ironic how both of you acted so similar, yet so different. It was like you had your own sixth sense that was built into you just so you could take care of the troubled man you’d grown to be fond of. Just like how he had his own to protect Mikey at all costs.

“Why the hell are you around me all the damn time? I don’t pay you to be my caretaker.” he huffs, glaring at you from across from him as you stitch up a cut he had earned not too long ago. 

You giggled at his usual gruff behavior, “I thought it was obvious haru,” you grin, the nickname music to the wounded man’s ears as he fights back a smile, forcing out a frown of displeasure. 

“I wouldn’t be asking if I knew. And quite calling me that. It’s ‘boss’ to you.” you smiled.

“All right, I’m done!” getting up, you place the medical kit back to where it belongs in the office.

Sanzu groans as he gets up, his body aching all over. Rolling his neck, he turns around, meeting your bright e/c shining eyes.

He narrows his eyes, “What?”

You hummed, “I have something for you.”

“And?” he asks, folding his arms.

You grinned, presenting a small brown garden pot, with small, bright blue flowers. You walk towards the tall man, gently taking his hands one by one to hold the pot. “They’re called ‘forget-me-nots’. I heard they bring luck and protection, so I thought I would stop by the flower shop to buy you some.”

He nods absentmindedly, “You certainly did your homework on a bunch of useless plants.” 

Your smile slowly faded, dejected at his words. 

“But you’ve missed a couple things.”

You pipe up at his sudden interest, eyes blinking owlishly, “I…did?”

He hums, holding the pot higher to get a better look at the flowers, “It isn’t just a symbol for protection and luck, it also symbolizes true love. The plant has a story of origin, you know.”

Sanzu waltzes over to his desk, gently placing the pot on the corner of his desk and leaning against the opposite side of it.

 “The origin of these flowers were based in Germany. The whole name itself was German. The fable behind them starts off  with a couple walking near the Danube River and they had came across these bright blue flowers. The man goes to get the flowers for the woman, but in doing so, the flowers were dropped and swept away by the river and in the end tells her that he should never forget him, which is how the flowers got the name ‘forget-me-nots.’ ”

He smirks at your shocked and slightly flushed expression. “I see…then, perhaps I made the wrong choice in flowers?”

“Not at all. I think it conveys quite a message.”  he muses. His gaze continues to hold your own. 

“I don’t suppose you happen to try to express more than just concern for my safety?” he asked.

You cleared your throat. “As a matter of fact, you're right.” 

“And?”

You sigh, cheeks growing warmer as you look to the ground. “I love you Sanzu.” 

He already knew that, but he just wanted to hear you say it. He hums pushing off the desk, walking over to where you stood. He brings a hand to tilt your head up to meet his gaze, “That’s quite the statement doll.” He leans over, lips hovering over your own, “Do you wanna know why I keep you around?” 

“Why?”

He grins, “It’s cuz’ I love you too.” 

Sanzu’s eyes are blown wide, his grip tightening on his chair as he gasps for hair. He was covered in cold sweat. His hair was disheveled, and his hands were trembling. 

Why can’t I forget? 

He knew why. God he wished he didn’t, but he knew.

It’s because, for the first time in his life, he had truly loved someone who loved him back, and because of him he wouldn’t be able to take your love back anymore. He wouldn’t be able to take back what he did.

 “Sanzu?” you whispered, your honied voice catching the attention of the pink-haired man.

“What is it?” he sighs, not paying you any attention as he squints to read what was on the packet of documents he was looking over.

You smiled, “Don’t forget me.” 

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “What?” 

“I promise to never forget you, so promise me the same, ok?” 

He looked up, staring for a brief moment in bewilderment, before pulling over his cold exterior.

“You mind if I talk with you later doll? Kinda busy right now,” he says gruffly, turning back to the documents scattered across his desk. You chuckled, bowing before exiting his office. 

Glancing back to the pot of flowers on his desk, he says “I promise, I’ll never forget you.”

[mayumml]

Warmth

Everyone knew not to get involved with him.

She knew, better than anyone, a little too well in fact. His deadly unexpected swings of impulses, his notorious reputation as a violent and dangerous gang leader, or his outrageous delinquent behaviors that evidently differs from her own perfect records. She knew of it all.

Yet, not once did that stopped her from seeking for him, yearning for him and loving him. Her adoration for him started from when, she had no recollection of it. But her feelings needed no reason. All that she needed was for him to be happy, to not lead a regretful life, to shine as bright as he always did.

Though, everyone knew fate can often times be cruel.

“Sano Manjiro.” His name rolled so smoothly off her tongue, almost like butter, oh how she adored speaking it. It was still him, the same Manjiro, the same Mikey, the same boy she loved. Yet, whoever was standing in front of her seemed so foreign that she thought her mind was playing tricks on her.

The unfamiliar did not come from his bleached white short hair contrasting his once flowing head of gold, nor did it come from the pale skin hugging his now small bony frame. His eyes. His eyes spoke different from they did before. Ebony black eyes were full of life and ambitions, yet replaced them now were voids that screamed silence.

If only she could burst into tears and jump into his arms mindlessly, she would. But how foolish would she be to ignore the fact that the boy she loved was merely just a ghost of the past? No longer would it be strong warm arms that welcomes her in an embrace, but the cold dead air instead. Maybe even a gun to her head.

Stood on the old cracked concrete were the two, eyes bored into each other’s, time seemed to drag out way longer than ever before. No sense of familiarity was present between them, almost as if the bond they created was just that of another life. The thought that, perhaps, her insignificant friendship with him was merely but a delusion she harbored since all those years ago, ate away at her mind.

“…You.” His voice was cold and lifeless, as if it belonged to a corpse. The years he spent away must have stolen every ounce of emotion left in him, leaving him nothing but a shell with an echo. Salty tears threatened to surge and burst from her eyes, reasons hard to tell.

Was it the fact that the voice of the blazing Sun, which blared through the empty nights all those years before, was long gone? Or was it because of the longing for his voice, which she so desperately tries to deny, tricked her to daze at merely the sound of it? Oh, how desperate she was.

“How long has it been?”

“How did you find me?”

He was still straightforward and to the point, which she had found to be an endearing and charming quality of his that he kept. However, the endearment is limited when paired with the chilling glare directed straight at her, like he could pierce through her skull with just his eyes alone. And he would.

“I always find you, Manjiro.”

“…”

“You hid so well for the past 10 years, but I still found you.”

“I told you not to look for me.”

“You know how I am.” He did. He knew much very well how she was like, he knew each of his friends like the back of his hand. Whether or not he still does, she could not recognize. And for the very fact that he knew her so well, she had no doubts that she had to find him. From the shining gates of heaven to the darkest depths of hell, he needed to be found.

“Leave.”

“No, Manjiro, I refuse.”

“Keep your stubborn act and you die.”

Despite his warning, she took a step closer with gentle movements. It was not that she wanted to spite him, nor did she doubted his threats of spilling her blood, she was simply not afraid. She knew death was close to her doors when she decided to seek for the Sun.

Oh, the vicious he, a man of overbearing power and pervasive fear across the lands. His name bought fright, at times even hatred. Yet, he was just Manjiro. Her Manjiro. The boy that was so very warm. If ever his warmth fades and leaves him cold, then naught can stop her from embracing him in her own blaze.

Her lips pressed, eyes alarmingly calm, sauntering with unsourced confidence, unseen was the sorrow she felt within. He knew of her obstinacy, he knew the simple request to not search for him would go on deaf ears, yet he did not undertake any further actions to prevent himself from getting discovered. Maybe, just maybe, she would like to be the small flicker of hope for him this time.

The vacant basement voiced no sound but the clicking of a gun. Held against her forehead, threatening to paint the floor with her brains if she dared to get any closer. His eyes still empty and unfeeling, almost as if one hand is not pointing cruel death towards his light.

“Don’t shoot.”

Black eyes imperceptibly widened for an instant, the gun sat still. She lifted a hand to lightly graze his, slender fingers wrapped around the gun’s handle were so frigid and scarred, so dried and bony. He stared at her, not a word left him yet she was adamant to decipher what he was trying to convey. Their skins felt like burning against each other when her warm palm met his scraped knuckles.

The slight flinch when they touched, she did not miss. His eyes narrowed, daggers dug into her head, yet he did not move. She held his rough hand holding the gun delicately, as if handling cold hard porcelain that would shatter to pieces if touched a little too harsh. Her fingers slowly guided the gun down to his side as she stepped closer, hands never leaving each other’s. He basked in the long forgotten comfort given from her touch.

Eyes to eyes again, her lips lifted to a soft smile at the familiar shade of caliginous black, one which she had always adored. Her form was reflected on his dead eyes. She could only wish to be the only one ever centered in the dark pond of unlit sky ever again, it was her one selfish desire. Selfish she very much is when it comes to him. The proximity almost brought nostalgia upon her, whispering back to times where everything was not collapsing. He was not collapsing.

His gelid breath fanned her cheek, she wondered if she was the only one feeling anything at all. Her hand left his and instead, hastened arms wrapped around his stiff torso, holding him tight. He stood unmoving, almost as if his feet were stuck glued to the dull concrete. She rested her face on his shoulder, the sore shoulder that endured abundant weight and torment alone for one too many years.

“It’s okay, Manjiro. You don’t have to take on everything on your own.”

Faint scent of cigarette and familiar warm butter infiltrated her sense, she could not help but nuzzle into his bare neck. His chest heaved slow against hers, perhaps if she focus enough, she might be able to feel his heartbeat. His breath was unsteady and ragged, contrasting the still composure he presented. He was so, so very cold.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice your suffering earlier.”

How long has it been since she was able to embrace him in her warmth? The two fit together similar to a puzzle, her arms felt so right when clasped around his body, if only god heard her prayers for their moment to last forever. Latching onto her dearest even when she knew it could potentially demand a hefty price, she is undeniably such a fool.

“I don’t know the pain you have been through, so I cannot say that I understand it.”

“…”

“But from now I’ll go with you through hell, I’ll share a shoulder with you, I won’t let you bottle it up alone.”

“…”

“Even if you push me away, I’ll crawl back.”

Tense shoulders gradually shifted and drooped, his statue-like demeanor fading by the second. Hesitant inhales and exhales beside her ear only made her hug him tighter, their body heat meshing together. Her eyes shut when he lifted his arms and clung onto the back fabric of her shirt, almost unsurely. He must have tucked the gun away for the time being.

She smiled against his shoulder, joyous that he broke through his thorn sheathed adamantine facade, even if it was for a while bit. His snow shade strands tickled her cheek as he leaned his head against hers, arms squeezing around her torso firm, as if he was afraid to lose her warmth again. They stood basking in one another’s comfort, small flare shared by two to battle against the cold harsh world’s treatments.

“Sorry.” Manjiro mumbled. Even though the apology was monotone, his dejection was echoed.

She tenderly patted his back as her shoulders became dampened, how her heart ached for the boy she loves. Salty tears seeped through her shirt, he was unmoving yet wrecked emotions flooded down her skin. Her throat was dry, droplets were difficult to keep contained, but they cannot be shed. She was the one taking in his agony, she will house all of it for him.

“You’re a bastard, Manjiro.”

“…I know.”

“Live well for me, okay?”

She savored the warm embrace. If she did not know any better, she might mistaken the arms around her to be reminiscent of his former protective loving ones. She loved him, adored him, cherished him, he was her blazing Sun. Nothing changed, ten years ago or this very moment, she still loved him and she could only see him. In front of her was still her shining light, just battered and bruised from fate’s heinous games.

“I love you, Manjiro.”

“I know.”

Even if his blossoming smile was replaced with an unfeeling scowl. Even if his eyes no longer held endearment when reflected her. Even if his welcoming warmth was long gone. Even if he was to walk on the path of blood. Even if he places a gun to her skull. Even if he was crying his anguish out on her shoulders. Even if she was no more. She knew him, and she loved him.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, Manjiro.”

She softly smiled, feeling his skin against hers for the last time. The cold metal held next to her head signaled it was time to let go. Since when did that get there, she wondered.

“I’m sorry, (y/n).”

“Goodbye, Manjiro.”

Bang.

[mochiswifey]

LETTING HIM GO

TAIJU SHIBA

CW: HARDCORE ANGST*SUICIDE*CHEATING*REPOST FROM OTHER ACCOUNT

I have loved him for a very long time. As much as it pains me to admit he’s something that I’ve always wanted. I chuckled bitterly as I sip on my whiskey. I was never the margarita girl he prefers. He likes small obedient girls who call him daddy as he fucks them hard. I could say that he ruined me. The loud music blasting through the clubs speakers was enough to make the dopamine in my brain reach its highest level years before I met him but now it means nothing to me. My friends tried to make me dance like I used to. Tried to make me reckless like I used to. But the motherfucker Taiju Shiba changed me. The moment I sat beside him was the moment I fell madly in love with him. I loved the way his nose was created and I love how tall and manly he was. I love the way he laughs and the way he contradicts everything the teacher said about Christianity. I love the way he knows about Christianity. I love the way the sunlight hits his gorgeous well-sculpted face. And I…. 

I love him. 

I was too blinded for my love for him that I begged my father to give his men weapons, money and to support him no matter what. To make him the king of all the fucking gangs here in Japan. I was too in love with him that I turned blind whenever he fucks girls. Every mistake he makes disappears whenever his soft lips touches mine. I forget everything he does wrong when his hard blood covered hands grips on my waist as he takes his release. Everything fades and all that matters is him and I when he’s on top of my body fucking me hard even though he was never in love with me like I am to him. I’ve always knew that he only saw me as a tool to pave his way to the top. But to me. 

He is my will to live. And I hated it. It would’ve been better if he had only been my addiction. 

His eyes strikes fear to many people. But to me it’s the most beautiful ocean I’ve ever seen. So deep and yet to be discovered. I’ve always loved oceans and I’ve always thought that the most beautiful ocean was the one in Maldives but I was so wrong. I wanted to be the one to discovered it but sadly I was not destined to be his discoverer. 

I smile softly as I place my glass down to the table. It’s 11pm and he’s not gonna be home until gods know when. I stood up and left the VIP room and headed to my car. I’ve lost every hope now that he has fallen in love with one of his whores. Tears fills my eyes as I remember the way his eyes lights up when he talks to her. I wasn’t supposed to drive drunk but I no longer care. It didn’t take me long to arrive at my house. He never called it his because the only reason he lived with me is because he’s obligated to. 

I went to our room and took out the painting of him I drew earlier this week. I touch it admiring his beauty. The beauty only I wanted to be mine. I took off my hoodie and cargo pants and folded it before placing it on the top of the washing machine on my laundry room. I wanted to be enough for him but I guess it’s my fault for not being able to wear girlie dresses for him. And for not being able to act girlie for him. I took a long hot shower and made sure to scrubbed my body hard that my skin almost bled. I also made sure that I smell good like vanilla. He loves that smell. I dried my hair and curled it then put it into a bun decorating my head with gold flower clips. I then wore a white dress from Dior a gift from my father. I look at the mirror and admired myself. I knew that this will never be enough for him. But it’s enough for me. I went to sit on our bed with the bottle of sleeping pills on my right hand and my phone on the left. I dialed his number and miraculously he answered on the seventh ring. 

“What the hell do you want!?” His annoyed and angry voice echoed. I chuckled wiping the tears on my eyes.

“I know that you hate me but all I want to say is I love you. I love you and I will love you even in the next life and I forgive you for cheating on me even though we are married. And I’m glad you found your happiness. She’s a very beautiful girl and all I wish for you is to be happy Taiju. I love you and even…” I stopped tears drips from eyes down to my right hand directly to the ring he hesitantly gave me. I smile through my tears as I remember how happy I was when he put it on my finger. 

“I love you enough to let you go. You’re free. I’m sorry for caging you for too long.”

I ended the call and I blocked his number. I know that he won’t call back but I needed to do that. A strange closure for me. I place my phone to the night stand and popped all of the sleeping pills to my hand. I look at it and smiled. Everything will be fine now. Whenever I sleep a different Taiju holds me. Whenever I’m asleep the Taiju that holds me has his eyes only for me. His eyes lights up whenever he sets them on me. I walk to the old cassette player and played the song we dance to on our wedding 3 years ago. I then took a final look on the painting I drew before lying down on the center of the bed. 

“If only I could see the ocean I’ve always loved one more time.” 

You were not insane. You were blinded by love but you weren’t delusional. You knew that, after you do what you’re planning to do you will not see him again. You knew that the Taiju that held you in your dreams won’t meet you but you convinced yourself that he will because it’s the only way you were able to push yourself to go through this. You’ve loved him even though he inflicted pain to you but you cannot bear to see him with other women anymore. You love him so much that it no longer feels like a stab in the heart when you see him smile at the woman who caught his heart. It only feels empty. Like an isolated dark room far away from any lights and far away from any sounds. You hated that more than anything. You want him to come and save you. To take you away from that room but you know he will never come. 

Tears drips from your eyes as you swallowed all the pills. Your heart sank as you try to bury his images with the girl he fell in love with. You took off the ring you’ve always showed off to people telling them that you’re proud to be his wife. You carefully placed it to the nightstand beside the wedding photo of the two of you. You went back to your original position before the pills kicks in. You then see a faint picture of you and him and a child you’ve never had. The three of you are at the beach playing together happily. No pain only blissful smiles. 

You smiled as blood comes out from your nose relief that the pain will be soon gone. For the first time in your life you were happy truly happy. You freed him. And most importantly you freed yourself from him. 

You calmly sing along with the song even though excruciating pain kicks in your stomach. You started throwing up blood but tried your best to remain in your position. You didn’t stop singing until the songs started to fade from your hearing and your eyes started to close slowly. Your body went numb but before you could fully close your eyes you see a glimpse of the ocean you’ve always loved. You smiled as relief washes over you. 

PART 2 

The truth is that. He loved her like she did. But he hated himself for not being able to hold her like he wanted to. He was scared of loving her. His love resulted to violence and his siblings hated him for that. He didn’t want her to hate him but she loved him too much. He thought that the only way out of loving her is by destroying her. So he wanted her to believe that she meant nothing to him and that he’s fallen deeply in love with someone who isn’t her. 

“Wake up. Don’t pull this fucking prank on me. You’re wasting my time.” He said coldly as he shakes his wife’s lifeless body on his arm. She didn’t respond and the warmth from her body that he secretly loves is slowly fading away. 

“Fucking hell! Stop this prank.” He yelled as he taps on his wife’s bloodied cheek. He bit his lips as his heart sank. Tears slowly form in his eyes. 

“Please don’t pull this prank on me.” For the first time he softly whispered to his wife. He pulls her body closer to his and kissed her forehead. 

“Please…” He whispers again. He waited for her to laugh. To annoy him like she used to do. To make him angry. But as time passes the harsh reality is knocking on him. 

“Wake up. We’re going out tomorrow. You said you wanted to go to the ocean with me right? I know you love summer and that you love oceans. I’m sorry I couldn’t take you but I will. I will take you wherever you want to go. Just please open your eyes and smile at me like you used to.” He begged and begged to no avail. 

“I’m sorry for not treating you the way I am supposed to. But please open your eyes and try to hold my hand and I swear I will never pull my hands away ever again.” He kissed his wife’s lips not minding the blood covering it. But his heart only sank deeper when he realized it didn’t held the warmth he knows well. 

“Baby, you look beautiful tonight. I love how you dressed and how you decorated your hair. Open your eyes and we will eat at my restaurant together huh? And we’re not going to eat at my office we’re going to eat outside where people could see us! You like showing me off right? My attention will only be yours! I know you love when I hold you right? I will always hold you and I will always make you laugh!” He chuckled through his tears as he softly caresses her blood covered face waiting for her to respond. He tried and tried hours have passed but he couldn’t accept the reality in front of him. 

She didn’t wore fancy clothes and she acted like a man and goofed around not caring about anyone but him. She laughed loudly and always made her friends and even him secretively laugh by either making stupid jokes or roasting people she didn’t like. She always made sure she was the light to the people she loved. She also smiled at him and loved him despite for who he is. Tears dribbles from his eyes as he admires the woman who loved him so much. It’s been years since the first time they’ve met but her face still resembles the girl on high school who always offered him bread for no particular reason other than that she’s worried he’s not eating enough. The girl who followed him around like a lost puppy annoying him. The girl who shamelessly screamed his name cheering for him as he runs on their sports festival. The girl that always asked him if he needed any help on any subject. But most importantly the girl that loved him through every pain he went through. 

“I love you.” He whispered softly to her as he clings on tightly to the woman he lost. 

Thank you for reading. Replies and Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[ludicix]

Reunion

*Pairing: Kakucho x reader *Warning: mentions of death, Character death, Mention of blood/wounds, Angst

Is this it? This is how I’m taken out?

My vision is blurred…my head is pounding.

“Kakucho-” It’s Takemichi..Why is he so fucking loud. “Stay with me Kakucho” 

Oh, we were fighting–I just remembered. Some men jumped us, 

I got hit—-

“Kakucho” Izana…

“Kakucho stay up come on- don’t close those eyes” He picked him up trying to get him to safety. 

The area was ablaze. The fight was a gruesome one. Sweaty bodies were thrown at each other with the intent of causing serious damage. Some of them already beaten to a pulp, some of them already motionless on the cold pitch. 

Kakucho wasn’t aware though. He didn’t have it in him to walk or talk, he had lost too much blood. The pain he felt was dull as his life had already begun leaving his body by the time he had woken up from his miniature coma. 

As more time passed his thoughts slowly deteriorated. Little words and phrases were what he could put together along with the little feeling that his dying nerves could sense. 

“Y/n” where is she- I want her with me 

“Kakucho- come one don’t do that—STAY AWAKE” Izana began to get frustrated. Kakucho was pale, His skin was becoming cold, his eyes were open but Izana was sure he couldn’t see. Izana, placed in the front seat of his car, sped off. 

“Y/n” he whispered again softly. Izana was hearing him, and he understood what he wanted but couldn’t bring himself to actually do it. 

Kakucho wanted to go to you and Izana knew this but how could he do that in the state he was currently in. Kakucho was going to die, so he had to take him to the hospital as soon as possible.

“Y/n '' He whimpered. Tears started falling from his eyes as more of his consciousness was recorded. A wave of pain crashed over him. The pulses in his head became a much deeper, much sharper pain. His vision cleared enough for him to see the stab wound in his stomach that travelled deep. The pain was unbearable.

“It’s ok Kakucho you’ll get through this. You’ll meet her another day…not right now”

This was the last thing Kakucho wanted to hear. He can feel himself slipping in and out of consciousness, he knew he was going and he wanted to go with you by his side.

“Y/n'' He began chanting in between his soft whimpers of pain. It’s part of his instinct to seek you out whenever he was in pain even if you couldn’t do anything to help. 

His strength is slowly depleting and he can no longer hold himself together. He barely had the strength to talk but he did, clinging to the little time he had left in hopes of feeling you in his arms on last time. 

Izana sees this, this person who was once as strong and forceful as a wild forest fire now becomes a dwindling flame bound to blow out. He mustered the courage and changed his route to your house. He was aware that your parents would be home but didn’t care, this was his friend's dying wish and would do anything to make sure it comes true.

“Hold on Kakucho, you're gonna see her one last time” he whispers to him speeding down the road as tears slowly prick his eyes.

You and your parents lived in a flat that was a decent size. The lights were out which was a good indiction that everyone was sleeping. Izana got out of the car and got Kakucho out as fast as he could. He was in his last moments of life. With streams of tears pouring out of his eyes he takes Kakucho to you. Izana is quite familiar with the route to sneak in.

Kakucho frequently visited you. He was obsessed, he was constantly with you and if he wasn’t then you were always the topic of conversation. Everyone knew that he was in love with you.

He cracked the window to your room open and heaved Kakucho in and there you were. He gently placed Kakucho down on your bed and got you off the shelf. 

Kakucho could feel the familiarity of the room. This bed that he so often fell asleep with you in, the desk that you both sat by and did everything but study, the room where you both would dance and sing to your heart's content. You both did this without judgement from others, it was just the two of you. These four walls hold the memories of your relationship and all the hopes and dreams you had for the future.

It had become his home, you had become his family.

He couldn’t help but smile. He was back home, he could feel your presence, he could feel your love. It took all the pain away from his body as his blood and tears soaked the sheets seeping into the mattress. 

He found the strength in himself to shift his body to rest his back against your head board and look around your room one last time with a smile plastered on his face that was still covered in tears and a body that was aching.

Izana placed you into Kakucho’s arms that instantly locked you to his chest. The vessel they kept you in was cold and smooth, it was like a polished vase. As he held you, tears became more abundant.

“Hi baby…”  He said in a barely audible whisper. His words coated in honey and dipped in sugar. He always spoke to you in a gentle loving manner. 

“I’m so glad I got to see you again” He began to rub the smooth vessel just as he used to before you drifted off to sleep.

“I missed you so much. I’m sorry for messing up your bed. Your parents are gonna be mad” He chuckled in the silence of the room.

“This is the last time I get to hold you like this-” “but don’t worry baby, wherever I’m going I’ll find you.” He kissed the top of the vessel and smiled at you.

“And when I find you I’m gonna squeeze you so tight. I know you like tight hugs lovely” His voice begins to break. 

“I know you hate being alone and I know you hate seeing me cry, but don’t worry about anything, ok. I’m coming for you” he turns his body to the side and rests his head against the vessel's hard surface not caring that it was uncomfortable. 

At this point he had stopped fighting to keep his eyes open.

“I love you baby”

His eyes were closed, skin as pale as a ghost but his grip on the vessel never loosened and his smile never faded. Izana checked his pulse and was greeted with nothing but cold skin and fresh blood.

He couldn’t take you out of his hands, he didn’t have the heart too. He was lost and confused and sad. He had just watched his friend die talking to the vessel that holds his lover's ashes. Izana crashed to the floor of your room and silently cried in anger, hurt and confusion.

A/N: This one was sad but I hope you enjoyed it <3

Ludicix

[znitsamluv]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 '𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧'

• Just Sanzu and Ran using the boogie man card on their kids

° Sanzu

• Sanzu as a father is a chaotic ride but hey he is trying!

• Sanzu noticed lately that his 3 old son refuses to go to Sanzu's work place and he was worried that something might have scared him so he went to ask you about it .

• was surprised when you told him that your son is scared of Mikey because he looks like the boogie man he saw on the tv .

• Sanzu saw the opportunity and RAN with it like he would always use that card on your son when he is giving him a hard time when you are not around.

• " s/n eat your veggies"

" no "

• Sanzu didn't even eat his own veggies and he knew where his son was coming from but Sanzu doesn't have the energy to be scolded by you when you come pick s/n from sanzu's office.

• Sanzu was starting to lose hope when his eyes landed on the phone in front of him before smirking.

• " I'm calling the boogie man if you won't eat your yummy vegetables"

• Sanzu immediately smirked when s/n opened his mouth waiting for Sanzu to feed him , to say Sanzu was proud would be an understatement.

• finally after eating s/n was starting to doze off on Sanzu's lap while he was working when suddenly the office door opened and s/n started screaming and crying the moment his eyes fell on the new comer .

• " THE BOOGIE MANNNNNNN " Sanzu sweat dropped when s/n pointed at Mikey and started crying louder, he looked at his son then Mikey back and forth trying to think of a way to explain himself.

• " I- "

" I don't want to hear it just finish these papers"

• Surprisingly the next day s/n went to work again with snazu but this time he didn't cry because Mikey got him chocolate, Mikey didn't even glance at s/n he just gave him the chocolate and left . It was like a silent peace offering and your son accepted it .

• But s/n refuses to call Mikey anything except for " Boogie man " .

° Ran

• it was 11 in the morning and you left your husband with your daughter and went grocery shopping.

• it was going well at first until Ran couldn't take watching Dora the explorer anymore.

• " Where is the door ? "

" IT IS BEHIND YOU GOD DAMNIT"

• Ran was about to take the remote but your daughter snatched it first and they both held eye contact for a few seconds.

• " d/n honey give me the remote"

• Ran's orders was always obeyed growing up and he had no one that had the courage to tell him 'no' ...... Not until he gave birth to that mini Him .

• " No " . Ran was shocked thag he stared at his daughter for what felt like a minute before repeating the same thing and getting the same answer.

• Ran throught he was slick thinking that he could snatch the remote but D/n noticed and bit his hand before running to the other side of the room.

• " GET BACK HERE NOW "

" NOOOOOOO " .

• Ran went to the home phone and started calling someone.

• " Rin I need you to act like a boogie man and tell d/n to give back the remote"

" Ran this is the third time this week I am not doing that again"

" come on help your big bro , remember that time in 6th grade when- "

" Just put the phone on speaker so I can go back to work already"

• Ran did a small victory dance before calling d/n .

• " THE BOOGIE MAN IS ON THE PHONE AND HE WILL COME EAT YOUR TOES IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME THE REMOTE "

• Rindou sighed as it was his cue to talk as Ran put him on speaker, doing his best to change his voice he starts talking.

• D/n started tearing up and went slowly to Ran and gave him the remote and he gave a her a pat on the head with a cocky smirk .

• " Thank you boogie man d/n is now behaving"

" whatever don't call me again "

• Ran hang up and looked at his daughter expecting an apology but was met with a bite on his leg .

• Ran was about to shout at your daughter when you came home and she ran to you crying telling you how mean Ran was to her .

• Let's just say Ran sulked the rest of the day about how he spoiled d/n too much.

[sweet-seishu]

hate to love you

bonten! ran haitani x fem! reader

warnings for series: smau, crack, fluff, angst, smut (18+ only) mentions of violence, weapons, drugs, all will be a little ooc, enemies to lovers trope, written parts, will add more as i go

synopsis: you hated ran haitani, ever since he mistook you for one of bontens whores, you couldnt stand him. ran however, was completely smitten with you, always flirting with you, trying to get you you to like him. He just didn't understand why you hated him so much, so he made it a mission to win you over. he may just get the chance to do that with an assignment mikey sent you both on.

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[seraphdreams]

MEMENTO MORI.

CONTAINS : angst, major (??) character death, dark content, drugging/spiking mention, mental anguish, alcohol, lots of discreet symbolism.

PAIRING : bimbo fem!reader (reader is an assistant), bonten members, hanma and kisaki.

WORD COUNT : 3.4k

SYNOPSIS : your first espionage mission made you realize a lot about yourself.

AUTHOR’S NOTE : this is a lot different from most of the work i put out. i wanted to make this a series possibly, depending on how well it does but enjoy!

Espionage. That was the name of the game, the game you had been tasked with by the insufferable Manjirou Sano. He was somewhat like your boss but mainly a force to be reckon with. If you were to slack around with the others, you knew better than to not be anything but formal and professional around him.

That’s what’s expected of their little assistant right?

Plans and preparations had gone on for months, constant paperwork on your desk from organizing meetings to discussing finances with Koko. Manjirou was never to be found during these times and you wonder what he did when he wasn’t piling missions onto his elites. From the information that you gathered from observing your favorite men during intel meetings and foreign exchanges, you knew exactly who the target was, why—and how you fit into the picture.

“Hanma Shuji and Kisaki Tetta.” Mikey had spoke, hands crossed and rested over the shiny lacquer of the deep oak table. There were obvious looks of distaste on each of the men’s faces but Sano made sure to keep his eyes on you. “I want you to disguise yourself as a socialite and gather intel on their next move and reasoning.”

Sanzu, surprisingly, was first to interject. “You want her to do what, Boss?” You figured his reaction came from a place of possessiveness. He knew what your very first mission entailed, and he knew that there were better ways to go about it. He isn’t fucking stupid. He just loves you, he always has. Ever since you trotted your ditzy self up to Bonten, he knew that you’d be all his and he remained partially right. He had forgotten to take into account all the others who wanted you just as much as he did.

“You don’t think this would end up better if we did it ourselves?” Ran asks, not because he doesn’t trust you but because he knows just how terrible Hanma and Kisaki could be. If you managed to fail, who knows what they’d do to you.

Koko clears his throat before responding, brushing back the strands of ivory-hued hair from his shoulders. “We’ve become too predictable. If we really want to get this done and fast, then we better do it Mikey’s way.”

Truth be told, Mikey didn’t trust you one bit. He didn’t like you at all. He didn’t like the fact that ever since you started working as an assistant, his gang had been going downhill, at least to his standards. You were wrapped around their finger and was the only thing they could think about, which distracted them from what they should be focused on.

“I’ve set everything up. All y/n needs to do is show up and look pretty.” Mikey states. Your mission is to act as one of Hanma’Saki’s devout “fans” and get to know them well enough to the point they’re comfortable with sharing information around “unsuspecting” little ol’ you. You could do that, you were bubbly enough to get Japan’s most feared criminals to fall in love with you, what’s two more?

“Does this sound good to you?” The leader’s gaze is locked onto yours and you gulp under the cold stare, nodding your head and shooting a warm smile, one that works well on the others but not him.

You weren’t working alone, obviously, they’d be fools to leave such a bimbo like you all alone in a world of scary wolves. Since Hitto had stalked and recorded their every move for the past two months, it was 100% likely they’d show up to one of the most finest restaurants in the city, (owned by Bonten but you’d have to be a sleuth to know that) request a private room and a girl to keep them company, this time the girl is you. Wiretaps were already put in place, with the Kokonoi on standby and Haitanis/Haruchiyo conducting a raid on their hideout for any piece of intel in case you’d fail.

You found solace in the mundane things that you’d usually do as you’d get ready to head out anywhere. Music blares from the speaker of your phone as you’re in search of your other earring, humming away to the lyrics of the song. Perhaps this was your way of distracting yourself from the obsolete danger you’re bound to ensue yourself in. If you thought too hard about it, you’d be sick to your stomach and that isn’t what you need, so you continue to mindlessly prance around your apartment, collecting articles of clothing and accessories to decorate yourself in.

A half hour passes by, the sun gradually diminishing into night with few stars to illuminate the dark, atmospheric blanket in. You take notice of the sky, only realizing you’re prone to being late if you continue to dawdle around. Swiftly, you reach for your purse and keys, heading out and on your way.

Your purse feels heavier than usual, mostly due to the weaponry inside but it doesn’t bother you. Nothing seems to bother you. You were a lot like the sun, aiding everyone around you with warmth and light, even if you weren’t shining in one area, you shined somewhere else. Maybe that’s why Bonten loves you so much.

The commute to the restaurant where you’d be meeting with Hanma and Kisaki was short. You had called for a Taxi to take you but soon realized how embarrassing it was when you got to your location in less than five minutes. Next time you’ll be sure to walk home, maybe even call one of Bonten’s chauffeurs to pick you up.

“Thank you!” You beam at the driver after handing him his pay. He purses his lips together and nods his head before shifting the gear into drive and pulling off. By orders of Koko, you were instructed to enter the back entrance of the establishment since it was in such an obscure area that no one would frequent it. He was right. There were no streetlights, no employees gathering on break, barely even any parking spaces. Just a singular gray door with a small lamp overhead.

With your lack of light, you pull out your phone and turn on the flash. Your heels sonorously clacked along the concrete as you tread to the door. You give it one swift push before you realize it’s a pull door. Thankfully, no one was around to see the humiliation arise on your cheeks.

It’s a stairway.

You head up the stairs, attempting to not make any more noise with the pair of $1500 Versace heels on.

Private Room 14.

It came into your sight quicker than you realized, possibly due to your focus being on your shoes. You knock. There’s no answer. You knock again and the sight you’re met with instantly causes your heart to drop.

You’d been so good at distracting yourself that you practically forgot what your mission called for. You were way too inexperienced to be dealing with this.

Hanma. He’s a tall man, golden eyes and blond streaked hair. As soon as he opened the door, the scent of Giorgio Armani cologne flooded your senses. You took him in from the bottom up. A pair of black dress shoes, a black three piece suit with a white button up, some clunky gold watch on his wrist and graffiti on the back of his hands, a singular gold earring to match his watch and circular glasses framing his face. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive.

“You gonna keep staring or are you gonna come in, pretty girl?”

The bellow of his deep voice shakes you from your trance and a smile of faux fascination creeps onto your lips. “O-oh, yeah!”

He opens the door wide enough for you to slip through, and you do, smiling at the man who sat down at the table, adjusting his watch.

Kisaki. The mastermind behind it all. You feared him more than Hanma due to all the stories Ran and Rindou would share of how manipulative he was, how he’d do just about anything to get his way. He was the pierrot. Hanma was the reaper.

Hanma pulls a seat out for you before sitting beside you and across from Kisaki. You seat yourself, resting your purse onto your lap. “It’s her, ‘Saki.” Hanma says, in an attempt to introduce you to him. Not that you’d know but Kisaki had no interest in girls, they hurt him and they got in the way. He only allowed you here because his partner was more than adamant on needing the company of a pretty girl to get him through the rest of the day.

“Hi! I’m Y/N.” You beam. He scans over your features, namely your lips, and reigns a smile of his own. “Such a lovely name. Say, Y/N, have a drink.” He hands you a glass of clear, slightly cloudy liquor, already poured halfway full. You’re may be an amateur but you’re not fucking dense as to not realize his intent. You wave your hand around and shake your head, a polite grin at the corners of your lips. “Oh no, no. I don’t drink. Thank you so much though.”

Kisaki’s jaw ticks, his eyebrows slightly raising as if you had offended him. “You don’t..? Have you ever tried?”

You didn’t know whether or not to lie, or to tell the truth and admit that you do in fact drink, you’re just wary of what’s in the drink. “I haven’t. I heard it goes down your throat super bad so I've never been interested.” You take the glass, already regretting your decision.

“Not if you’re drinking the expensive kind. It’s Daiginjo, baby. It’ll go down smooth and sweet.” He mentally backs you into a corner as if he’s trying to shed a layer from you, the layer of falsivity that you have guarded up. “I’ll try it once I order, I didn’t get to eat much before coming here.” You end your sentence with a wry chuckle, your heart beating exuberantly when Kisaki looks at Hanma then Hanma looks at you.

You know that silent exchange all too well. Step one — failed. They’ve already marked you as suspicious which causes your mind to scramble for anything that could redeem you. The alcohol.

Sanzu’s a virtuous teacher, and one of his lessons is about to come in handy. Your mind flashbacks to a few days ago in preparation of your mission.

“When dealing with roofied drinks, there’s two things ya gotta know. If ya swirl it in the glass and it bubbles, it’ll get ya really fucking high. But if it’s darker than the usual color, it’s a sedation drug and it’ll knock yer ass out completely.”

“What do I do if it’s a sedation drug?”

“You can only pray it isn’t.”

Looking down at your glass, it matches the color in the bottle. You swirl it for good measure, noticing the way it starts to bubble up. Thank God. You can pass off being high. You raise the glass to your lips and pretend to drink the contents, furrowing your brows at its “taste.”

“Attagirl.” Hanma coos, picking you up and placing you on top of his lap.

A sequence of 30 minutes passes by. The men must find your ditzy act acceptable since they go on about it as if it’s nothing. The only reason Hanma and Kisaki want you drugged is because they aren’t stupid. They treat every guest like an enemy—like a spy. They couldn’t dare risk someone knowing about their plans — The same plans that they talk so loosely about. “Shuji, don’t get distracted. Remember why we’re here in the first place.” Kisaki says in a scolding manner. The sight of you on Hanma’s lap as he bounces you over his thigh has Tetta reeling. Where his partner lived for the thrill, Kisaki lived for technicality.

“We kill a couple rats, infiltrate Bonten and become the new leaders of Japan, easy.” Hanma says in a vexed tone as if it wasn’t his first time ingeminating the sentence. “It’s not fucking easy. There’s Mikey. We’ve been trying to kill him for years now and he won’t die. Invincible little shit.”

You listen intently at their conversation, knowing not to interject. You need as much information as possible. “Once Mikey’s out of the way, his lackeys will follow.” Kisaki ends, taking a quick swig of his drink.

“What does this mean?” Your query is sounded from a docile voice as you take hold of Hanma’s right hand. “It says punishment, baby. If you keep on being good for me, you won’t get that.”

Softly, you giggle, thinking about what the others could possibly be doing now.

9:07 PM, HANMA’SAKI HIDEOUT.

“Dead. Dead. Dead. Each and every one.” Sanzu singsongs, lightly stepping on his toes to the supposed office of Kisaki’s. The bodyguards and scraps that were set in place to protect the hideout had been successfully eliminated with Ran and Rindou keeping watch while Haruchiyo looks for any documents of physical evidence he can gather to satisfy his boss.

Mikey was his God. Mikey gave him a life with meaning and to attain for that, Sanzu’ll spend his whole life under the king.

Checkmate.

Back at the restaurant, things continue to go smoothly, your identity still hidden safely. A phone rings and it’s Hanma’s. He picks up the call and you can hear muffling coming from the device from your proximity. You try to listen in as best you can.

“Boss… They’re — They're here. Bonten… He shot m-me… Pink hair… I’m the only.. one left… Come quick.”

Heavy breathing is heard from the line, the man on the other end sounding like he’s barely hanging on to the thread of life. Wait, pink hair? Sanzu?

Sanzu must've gotten overzealous. There’s a survivor.

What do you do now?

The both of them hastily get up, Hanma placing you down onto your feet before he finds a more secluded spot to continue his phone call in.

You stand there, internally panicking. You don’t know whether or not to still play into the act or reveal yourself. If only someone was here to guide you.

Fear had to have been evident on your face that it roused Kisaki’s suspicions as he got up to head to the door. He looks to you, deeply. Noticing how your pupils remain shrunken, whereas they should’ve been dilated from the drug.

This was it. He knew to trust his gut. He got too comfortable. With a complete stranger.

“Hm? What’s going on? We didn’t even finish dinner yet.”

Silence.

“Who are you?” He’s leaning in, cornering you against the wall.

“Why are you here?”

You can’t even respond, you stammer. You’re scared.

There’s a gun in your purse.

What would happen to you if you couldn’t complete this mission? Is it worth dying over? Is it worth going against Mikey's orders?

You were supposed to gather intel, how did it get so serious?

His hand is taut around your wrist. It’s probably not supposed to hurt as much but it does. You discreetly reach for the gun as he’s distracted by pestering you, his silver orbs locked onto yours.

It’s aimed at his chest, you pull back, you wince. He doesn’t realize until it’s too late.

Down, from a gunshot wound to the heart.

He was blocking the exit but now you’re free to leave. You flee, with tears in your eyes. Tears running down your face. You did it. You were just as bad as the men you worked for. Maybe you were even worse since you allowed—no, enabled them to do so.

You’re a monster. What do you do now? Where do you turn? Who's gonna be by your side?

Hanma was too busy on the phone with his underling telling him in full detail who was on their tail that he didn’t notice the scene from his peripheral vision. The high-tech silencer did a good job of masking the sound.

He’s seen this scene play out in front of him too many times. Kisaki was never agile so he always put himself in physical danger. He treads closer to his body, kneeling down. The hand of Sin wrapped around one of Kisaki’s. He tried pulling his body up, to sit him up, as if he could aid in his strength.

“You fool, get up.”

Kisaki is unresponsive, lying in a puddle of his own blood.

“That weak ass bullet can’t kill you.” There was more silence.

“…Tetta?”

—

Headquarters aren’t too far from here, maybe you’ll tell Mikey what happened and he’ll fix it.

No, don’t tell Mikey.

You let your subconscious guide you, and that it did. All the way through the doors of Bonten and into Manjirou’s office. You’re a mess, you forgot to even take account for what Hanma will do to the others. For now you tell Mikey everything, even through tears and nonstop hiccuping.

“You’re a killer. A murderer. A criminal.” He stares with dead eyes. “Did you get the information like I asked?”

You sniffle, “Yes sir.”

“Then you did well.”

“B-but i-“

“Death will follow you around until you’re six feet under. Everyone you know will die, everyone you love will die. It's hard to understand at first, but once you do—You’ll live easy, guilt free. You followed my orders, what did you expect from this line of work? The rest of them can handle themselves. Go home, go to sleep, and put today behind you.”

It’s easier said than done, at least for Mikey who’s been in this business for a while. You trust he’s wise and you do as he says.

The doors of Mikey’s office feel like steel as you turn the knob to exit. Your body feels heavy but also as if it could collapse with a strong enough gust of wind. Those same Versace heels clad on your feet come into view as you walk out. They’re stained. In blood that isn’t yours. It fucking sucks, Ran bought those for you.

Your head remains down and you walk on, not bothering to look ahead of you. Which is exactly why you crash headfirst into Kakuchou’s chest.

“Hey, woah, Y/N?” Solicitude flows from his voice as he straightens you up so that you could look at him. His eyebrows are knitted upward and his lips part slightly. You meet his heterochromatic gaze, they’re swimming in dubiety.

“‘M sorry.” You try to displace yourself from the grasp he has on your shoulders but they remain strong. “What’s wrong? Did it not go well?” Hearing his voice caused tears to swell up in your eyes. It was a stark contrast from the monotonous tones you’d been hearing all day.

If you had the strength to relive the memories of barely an hour previous, you would. Yet you don’t. You quietly sob into Kaku’s chest and he slides his hand up and down your back to comfort you. “Do you want me to stay with you tonight?” You nod at his query and after some comfortable silence, you pull from his body and lead him back to your place.

Bonten was convenient. At least the buildings were. Everything you needed resided in the 200 foot tall building. You lived on floor 16, across from Kakuchou’s suite but you didn’t really notice until now.

When you both got inside, you stepped out of your heels and threw them in the trash. You didn’t need the reminder, or perhaps the guilt of keeping something that reminded you of your first hit. From this point on, there would be many.

It’s silent. It’s silent when Kaku runs your bath water for you. It’s silent when he cooks you a meal—something quick, like ramen. You didn’t eat much, he knew you wouldn’t. He knew not to overstep his boundaries. That’s what you liked about him. The others felt entitled to you but in a way he didn’t. He didn’t feel the need to ask you about your mission or make small talk. You both sat in comfortable inaudibility all the way up until you decided to go to bed.

He strips from his suit until he’s in nothing but briefs, and joins you under the covers. “Tomorrow’ll be better. I know how rough it can be.” He states. Simple words he doesn’t even believe himself soothed your uneasiness and you rested your head on his chest.

He’s warm. His arms wrap around you so gently, with care, it’s like you’re an innocent angel.

His heartbeat was a good distraction from your thoughts, an indication of the life still flowing through his body. It brought you back to earth, brought back your humanity where chastity was thrown out the window.

Soon, you’re drifting off to sleep.

[littleoanh]

OMG! Your requests are back!!!

Since I miss your It Started With a Smile series. Can you give me a Ran request (yeah I know, again Lory lol)? I miss how you write about Ran I’m sorry 🥺

A scenario where Y/N and Ran broke up because she got jealous over a client or bonten partner who is vvv touchy to Ran. Ran got pissed about her jealousy and said bad things out of stress tho he didn’t mean it. Y/N left because she was hurt by his words. He tried to stop her but she’s been so out of her mind and tired already she just wanted to leave.

Ran’s been busy at work thanks to some problems Sanzu created and it’s been a month since the breakup. Ran being Ran who is hesitant to make the first move but missed Y/N so much always finds himself checking her apartment to see how she’s doing. You can add Rindou in this scene like giving Ran advice to just talk to her to end his misery 😅

Then one night, Ran found himself knocking at Y/N’s apartment halfdrunk telling how much he miss and need her soooooo bad like he’s about to burst. Y/N still loves him so she accepted him and calmed him down until he fell asleep in her arms.

Ran woke up a little confused then saw Y/N wrapping her arms aroung him and remembered what happened last night. He apologized over and over again until Y/N told him to stop and that she forgive him. And whats good in the morning with the one you love so much? SMUTTTTTT 🥰🥰🥰

I know you’ll pull this through like you always do! If you’re busy you can ignore. I’ll read and support anything you publish Albie!

Love,

Lory your darling ♥️

A/N: Lory, my darling, my love, don't ever be sorry for requesting Ran because I will always enjoy writing about him ❤️. You are so sweet for always supporting me, I hope you didn’t wait too long for this request!

Kiss and Make Up

Characters: Ran Haitani x fem!Reader

Warnings: Established relationship (rocky), alcohol consumption, reader is jealous, cursing, break up, Ran getting drunk, smut (kissing and making out, oral, nipple play, Ran calling reader ‘sweetheart’, ‘baby’ and ‘baby girl’, Ran playfully teases reader, unprotected sex, tummy bulge, and creampie), and comfort ending.

Special Thanks: To EB for proofreading and beta reading as always!

Like, reblogging, and kind comments are appreciated.

“You’re overthinking this.” Rin comments while handing you a drink, you stare blatantly at a bombshell of a  woman touch your boyfriend, Ran across the room. He doesn’t have the slightest guilt on his face nor makes eye contact with you. He is busy entertaining her, allowing her grubby hand to roam his toned arm. “He’s just doing his job.”

“Then he should set boundaries like I told him to do.” You sip a glass of alcohol curtly, swallowing a bit hard. He promised you that she wasn’t going to be here and here she is. Ran and you fought numerous times over this issue, how much you don’t like it when women flaunt themselves at him and him not making an effort to draw the line. You do a double take, shaking your head absurdly to make sure you’re seeing this correctly. She leans in closer to Ran, her giant tits brushes against Ran’s arm -it actually moves his arm back because they took up that most space- and giggles. “Rin, take me back to Ran’s.” 

“[Y/n], it doesn’t-”

“Take me back to Ran’s.” You stand firm with your decision to leave, not wanting to witness some woman throw herself at him.

“Fine, let’s go.” Rin walks out with you, throwing one last glance at Ran before leaving. He is still not paying any attention to you.

You silently cry in the car with Rin trying to give you words of comfort. Rin offers to stay with you at Ran’s penthouse but you don’t want to burden him with your problems with Ran. You slowly take off your earrings while ambling your way to his master bedroom. Opening up the closet, you strip your clothes from the hangers that were not bought by Ran. Putting them into a small luggage, leaving his extra key and the cellphone he bought you, on the nightstand . You wait for him on the living room couch, feeling disappointed and hurt with every hour that goes by. It’s not until 3 AM when he finally unlocks the front door, kicking off his dress shoes, and untying his tie.

“Oh shit, [Y/n].” Ran is startled to see you sitting in the dimly lit living room. “I assumed you would be asleep by now. Come on, let’s go to bed.” Tirelessly approaching your figure.

“Are you sure you want to go to bed with me?”

“What?” Confusion spreads on his small face, “Who else would I want to go to bed with?”

“I don’t know, maybe that woman you said who wouldn’t be at the party.” Ran lets out a weary sigh and runs his long fingers through his short locks.

“Not this shit again. For fucks sake, I didn’t know she was going to be there.”

“That’s not the point, Ran.” You stand up to face him, feeling angry and upset. “I don’t care that you didn’t know. It’s how you completely disregard my feelings.”

“How exactly am I completely disregarding your feelings?” Ran snaps, “I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

“Six hours after I left the party, Ran.” Letting out an exhausting sigh, you already know where this is heading. “I can’t keep having this fight with you.”

“Then don’t.” He bluntly responds, “I’m sick and tired of having you getting all jealous all the goddamn time. It’s stupid and annoying.”

“Stupid and annoying?” The tone in your voice is sad, then turns into rage, “I wouldn’t be jealous if you knew how to set boundaries like we fucking talked about!” 

“This is part of my job like I told you so many fucking times!” He yells back in vexation, “Mikey will have my head if we lose her as a business partner. If Mikey tells me to fuckin entertain her, then I will fuckin entertain her!”

“So if Mikey tells you to fuck her, you’re going to fuck her?!”

“YES, I WOULD!” Your body stiffens momentarily before melancholy consumes you. Without responding back, you pick up your small luggage hidden behind the couch and walk around him. “Where the fuck are you going?”

“I’m leaving you. I’m done with this.” Your voice is void of any emotions. Feeling fed up is an understatement. “You can go do your job like Mikey wants without having to deal with my stupid and annoying feelings anymore. Go fuck her for all I care.” The last sentence sends an ache in your chest.

“Fine, I will. It will be a nice change to have a different pussy who isn’t insecure all the time.” Ran spills out more angry words he doesn’t mean. You keep walking with your head up high, not looking back. “FUCK!” Ran screams while kicking a small trash can. “She’ll be back.” He feels assured of himself. 

It’s been a month since the break up, Ran has been keeping himself occupied (more like taking care of Sanzu’s messes). The break up doesn’t hit him at first, only because he is confident you would come and knock on his door… but you never do. Maybe you need more time for yourself to realize you need him. One week goes by. Maybe you still need more space, the second week passes by. Maybe you were busy, now a third week. Where the hell are you and did you really forget about him? This is now the fourth week.

This is really getting to Ran, traces of yourself in his penthouse. Your strawberry pink headband in his bathroom, your bobby pins, your favorite pens… His bed feels way too big and cold without your warm presence, making it difficult for him to fall asleep. The mornings are the worst, there’s no more homecook scent. You would usually set up breakfast, make his coffee (better than he could ever make it), and pack his bento lunch. “Fuck, I miss you.” Talking into the empty bedroom. He can’t stand it, he needs to see you.

Driving on a familiar road to your old apartment, he could normally see you through your open window. You always seem like you are doing well. There’s that comforting smile on your face, making his heart ache. He misses the smiles that are meant just for him. The past week, he made a habit of driving by your old apartment to see you after work even though it’s the opposite direction of his penthouse. As long as he sees your charming face, it’s enough… or so he thinks. Your curtains are closed tonight. He feels unsettled not being able to see you. He knows you’re there though because the lights are on, but doesn’t know what you are doing.

Should he come up and knock on your door? No, you would probably slam the door in his face. Not feeling confident enough to face you, he meets up with Rin at the bar to drink away his misery.

“You’re a fuckin coward and stupid aniki.” Rin is infuriated at how Ran is handling this. “You obviously still have feelings for her. Go knock on her door to apologize and beg for forgiveness. Tell her how your life sucks without her. Go get your woman back, dumbass.”

Feeling the liquid courage, Ran drives back to your apartment again. Climbing up the wobbly stairs and knocking on your door loudly. A light switch and soft footsteps can be heard on the other side of the door, it takes a minute before you appear. Seeing your cute tired face and benevolent presence, breaks him down.

“R-Ran?” You stare startled when Ran drops to his knees with glistening tears in his lilac eyes.

“[Y/n], I-I miss you, I miss you so goddamn much.” He half drunkenly confesses to you with a crack in his voice, “I can’t take it anymore. This past month has been so fuckin miserable and it feels like I can’t breathe.” Wrapping his arms around your waist, he places his head against your stomach. It feels so good to have you in his arms even if it’s for a brief moment. “I can’t be without you. Please.” Ran doesn’t care how pathetic he sounds. “I need you. I need you so bad. If I don’t, I might die.”

“Are you able to stand, Ran?” Your voice is tender, his teary lilac eyes look into your soft gaze. His long legs are a bit wobbly but you manage to assist this tall lanky man up. “Let’s go to bed.” Surprised, you are not going to kicking him out or tell him to go fuck himself, Ran remains quiet, not wanting to ruin this moment. 

You both make it to your bedroom without much trouble and you help remove his tie, shirt, and trousers because you still know his sleeping preference. “Come here.” Your bed is much smaller compared to his king size bed but it still fits two people. Opening your arms wide, Ran doesn’t hesitate to jump into them. He snuggles into your warm body. Bringing him instant relief and love he craved for.

You wrap your arms around him, stroking his back in a soothing rhythm. He wasn’t sure if he was imagining it, but he thought he heard you say you still love him. Even if it was his imagination, it helps him calm down and lulls him to sleep. 

Something feels plush and warm on Ran’s face, his eyes gradually opening to find himself in your arms. “What…?” He pulls away from your small frame, confused how he ended up in your bed and in your arms.

“Hmm… Ran?” Your tired and adorable voice mumbles, making his heart race. Blinking away your sleepiness, you look at a confound Ran, “What’s wrong?” 

“[Y/n],” his voice trembles, pulling you into his strong arms, “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have said all those words that I didn’t mean. I don’t need anyone else, I just need you. You are the only woman who matters to me. I-”

“Ran,” Cupping his cheeks for him to stop, “it’s okay, I forgive you.”

“Really?” There are so many emotions in his downturned eyes. 

“Really.” Ran couldn’t stop himself, leaning into your face and kissing your lips. It has been too long since he last kissed you. He misses how soft your lips are, how good you make him feel. The spark is still there. Reciprocating back, the two of you feel the need to be closer and the smacks of your lips sound more urgent,filling the void that had been missing for a month.  

Breaking apart, even though he didn’t want to, “Let me show you how much I love you.” Giving him a quick nod, Ran lightly pushes you back down on the bed. “I miss your cute little nose.” Giving your nose a peck. “Miss your soft cheeks.” Kissing both cheeks. “Miss your scent.” Trailing his lips down to your neck and nipping your shoulder. His large hands grope your tits, massaging them and making you whine. Ran misses touching them, “Your perfect tits.” Pulling your tank down to spill your tits, the cold air makes your nipples pebbled. His long fingers roll and pull one of them while he latches his tongue on the other.

“Mmm, Ran.” You arch your back, missing his warm tongue tease with your sensitive nipples. Feeling your pussy throb and wet your panties. Normally he would place harsh bites and sucking your breast hard but not today. Ran wants to show you his softer side. He moves his kisses from your tits down to your navel and tugging your shorts.

“Lift your hips a little, sweetheart.” You do what he requests,smoothly remove both your shorts and panties. Laying on his stomach, he grips your leg, kissing your inner thighs, bringing lovely sounds to his ears. His downturned eyes stare at your glorious glistening pussy. Sticking his tall nose into your pussy and taking a big whiff. “Fuck, I miss how your pussy smell.” His clothed cock is leaking with pre cum and twitch against the mattress.

“Rannnn, please I need you.” You plead with him, reaching your hand out and he intertwined his fingers with yours. 

“I got you, baby.” His warm and wet tongue, licking from your opening slit to your clit. Making you writhe underneath him. “Taste so fuckin good.” Diving in like a starve man, eating your pussy so fuckin well. His tongue laps your bundle of nerves, slowly slipping two fingers in to feel you clench around his digits. Letting out breathing moans, sucking your clit and thrusts his fingers to bring you closer to orgasm. 

“Ah, Ran! S’close!” Your hips buck, having him follow your movements and then he wraps his tongue around your clit before biting it. You let out a pleasurable scream, your thighs shaking and you cum into Ran’s mouth. He licks up your juices, not wanting to waste a drop. 

Ran sits back up, his huge bulge pressing against his boxers. He takes off his boxers, stroking his erect cock. You are about to sit up, wanting to give him pleasure but he stops you. “Lay back down.”

“But, don’t you want me to suck your cock?” 

“As much as I would love to have you gag on my cock,” He softly grins, “I can’t wait much longer. I need to feel you, right now. Is that alright?” You nod, lay back down and spread your legs more. Rubbing his cock against your wet slit, he pushes his tip in and feels the tightness. He groans, “Fuck, baby.” Pushing in slowly, wanting you to feel every inch of his cock before bottoming out.

“S’big.” Feeling how full he is inside of you. Ran smirks, wanting to tease you a little bit.

“Is it? You have taken me so many times, sweetheart. See here?” Ran press on the bulge on your tummy, making you mewl. “I’m this far into you.” Starting with gentle thrusts, practically kissing your cervix with his tip. “Feeling bliss already? I haven’t done much yet.” He handsomely chuckles, leaning down on your body, “I’ll bring you to heaven.” Lifting your thighs to press against your chest and savagely fucking you. He was planning on just making slow love, but the way your face looks all fucked out, brings out his feral self. 

Ran slams his cock into your seeping hole, listening to its squelching sounds and hearing your fuck out moans. Your tits are bouncing with every thrust, the bed is creaking and hitting against the wall. He doesn’t know how thin your walls are, but he doesn’t care as long as you feel good. Your eyes are rolling back, feeling a tight knot in your stomach, and the intense pleasure it’s making your mind blank out. 

He captures your lips, messily making out and taking in all your cute noises. Your velvet walls clenches hard on his cock. “Cum for me. Needa feel you cum on my cock.” Slipping his hand down in between your bodies, rubbing your clit just the way you like it. Throwing your head back, releasing the knot in your stomach, and you cream on his cock hard. “Fuck, that’s it baby. What a good girl.” Praising you while continuing to play with your clit until you come down from your high. 

Looking into his gorgeous face and cupping his cheek, “I-I love you, Ran.” You manage to tell him after regaining your breath. A soft smile appears on his thin lips, leaning against your loving touch and kissing your palm.

“I love you too, baby girl. Love you so fuckin much.” Rutting his cock, feeling his orgasm approaching, “Can I make you mine again?” You nod, he places his hand against your cheek. “I need you to say it. Please.” 

“Please make me yours again. I’m only yours.” Ran’s heart bursts with joy, giving you a passionate kiss while chasing after his orgasm. Groaning in your mouth as he spilled his seed into your womb. Leaving his cock in there a bit longer, making sure you take all of his cum. Pulling out, little trinkets of him spill out and he pushes his cum back in. 

“Need to keep this in, baby girl.” Laying back down on your bed with his finger still plugged into your swollen hole and you whimper. “All mine.” Place tender kisses on your face. “Don’t ever leave me again.”

“Don’t give me a reason to.” Ran looks at you, there is a serious expression on your face. This was clearly his fault for pissing you off. 

“Alright, fine.” He admits his faults, “I’ll be more careful with my words and do better with setting boundaries.” You lean in to give him a quick kiss on his lips. “Thank you for giving me another chance.” Ran returns with more loving kisses, promising to not make the same mistake again.

[End]

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Endless Reds and Blues

Here's the link for the synopsis and the chapter list) Pair: Kakucho x Reader

(Warning: Inappropriate jokes and dialogue (if you're under 18, I'm sorry but you can't read this)

Author’s Note: This is my first post on writing a fanfic. I’m still not confident on writing here because of plagiarism or that it might be not good enough, but I’m still trying my best to write. Enjoy this chapter. (Note: Report if someone decides to steal the synopsis and my story. And notify me. Thank you) ❤️

Prologue: Meeting the Girls

Next Chapter

It is natural for men to be in a finery and elegance to withhold power bestowed upon girls. Girl after girl after girl, young men never fails to find way to collect their gazes and hearts at every turn, at every chance they get, whether at parties, malls, or even school. Hearing ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ never cease to stroke their ego, their established pride grew stronger, and their beauty hadn’t received a slight streak of conflict.

In their world, there’s no such thing as seriousness. ToTenjiku, school is all but a playground. A playground to which where they received undying admirations and compliant from their female classmates—privileges is all they’ve gained. No troubles come to them.

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“That last girl we saw is cute,” Ran said, violet eyes twinkled with delight under his hooded lids, strutting down the halls, where girls have the full view on the open doors and class windows, unlocking them for a stable glimpse of their lithe figures, muttering with a tone of sharpness despite their inside voices activated. “Big tits hiding under a uniform, too.”

Bonten had the advantage of captivating their hearts over a millisecond, also been favored and vouched—won by the hearts of their classmates and strangers alike. More so, they’ve captured the hearts of the principal and assistant principal. This is Tenjiku's way of getting out from trouble.

“That last girl you talked to has a severe case of anger issues,” Rindou said.

“How can you tell?” Ran waved his hand at the girls bypassing them.

“Because she caught her boyfriend cheating on her—threw a glass at him and the other girl. Guess you didn’t see her hands, they were filled with deep scratches.”

“She told me it’s from gardening.” With Ran’s lips, he formed it into a childish pout, his sharp, angular cheeks drawn forward with a round bump.

“It wasn’t gardening. Who the hell has time to take care of plants? Only old people do that crap when they’re bored.”

Ran hissed in disbelief. “Ah, that’s too bad. Maybe I could bring out the best of her bad side in the bed.”

“Good luck with that. She also has an unbreakable attachment during the relationship.”

Behind the Haitani brothers, Sanzu, on the other hand, is uninterested with their conversation. He wished that a piece of pill would swallow his sobering consciousness up and be as careless as he always has been, never minding what others think of him. Alas, he has no pill to fill his void at the moment.

“I can be that kind of man,” Ran answered, his lips drawn into a smirk.

“Bullshit.”

“I swear, I can do better than Casanova.”

Rindou’s eyes squinted. “You don’t take these things seriously except sleeping in your bed on days end. You overslept for more than eight hours. If anything, you’re more romantic on committing to your bed than with a bunch of girls.”

“That was ONE time,” Ran reasoned. “Although I love my bed.”

“You never let anyone go near your bed. You often pushed the girls away whenever they go to your bedroom when we invited them at the party.”

“It’s expensive!”

“You made them sleep on the couch after sex.”

“It’s a ¥300,000 bed!”

“You never give them blankets and pillows. And you made me them leave during midnight.”

“I love my blankets and pillows, too!” Ran’s eyes glazed, wounded by his younger brother’s words.

With his right hand, Rindou placed it onto his forehead, tightened with annoyance. “Whatever. I’m really starting to think who’s the mature one out of the group.”

Within seconds, his wounded expression changed when Ran winked at the girl with pigtails; she squealed with her hands clapped at once and pressed it hard against her chest with a blush caressed her sullen cheeks.

Rindou scoffed, rolling his violet eyes, the same eye colors like his older brother’s. “Don’t bother. That girl is a stalker.”

“Since when do you know shit about personal information from girls?”

“Since day one,” Kokonoi, with a shining and silken hair slipped past onto his shoulders, his thumbs typing onto the phone screen.

“I thought you’re invested with money,” Ran answered, baffled. The girls’s voices grew louder inch by inch.

“I am.” Kokonoi swept his silver locks aside. “But I do my personal time on investigating people at this school on my end.”

“Where are we heading again?”

“At the cafeteria. They’re selling boss’s dorayaki.”

“We got to hurry. Boss will be angry if we didn’t get what he wanted,” Kokonoi added.

“He’s always sleeping,” Ran commented.

“That’s Mikey’s job. You know that Mikey hates classes, but loves sleeping during class. He recollects his energy,” Kokonoi replied.

Ran guffawed. “Good thing the teachers didn’t give a shit about it.”

Girls swarmed around them, trying to reach and touch their clean and customized uniforms with their palms. Unfortunately, their daydreams on reaching close to them when the girls pushed others, going onward to Bonten with ultra confidence embodied on their walks and wide smiles from ear to ear.

Heels clicked as the group of three girls make their way to Tenjiku, who were parting a sea of crowd to get their boss’s special request for lunch. Three girls shoved the spectators aside with a slight sounds of complaints coming from other admirers. Tenjiku managed to grab every single lunch they could get. Trouble from being late—stalling from girl to girl, flirting and showering them with compliments. Boys had it rough on the sideline, watching Tenjiku gravitate girls towards them with just a look on their eyes. Other than girls, Tenjiku had their own end of shenanigans, but it was the last thing they need at this moment.

Crowds are closing in, their adoration of screams submerging, deafening their hearing. Though the girls who pushed other aside went at Tenjiku’s direction.

“Sanzu, Kakucho, get Boss’s favorite drinks, too. We’re going to be stuck here for a while if someone doesn’t get his full set grub.”

Sanzu sighed. “Kaku,” he said.

“Way ahead of you,” Kakucho said with eyes lowered at the ground, marching ahead without anyone detecting him and Sanzu. After all, Haitani brothers and Kokonoi are the popular members of Bonten.

“Ran, its so good to see you,” the girl said, Akari, her eyes glimmered in flirtatious piercing behind her animated smile.

“Good to see you, too,” Ran said, somewhat awkwardly stiff.

“When are you going to have the next party?” Akari twirled her hair.

“Your last party is so fucking cool,” Akari’s friend, Noriko beamed.

“You’re so handsome in person, Ran,” Kaori added.

Akari sent a glare at Noriko’s direction. Noriko stayed quiet, backing in two steps.

“I was wondering if you’re going to let me know about the next party. So that,” Akari went near towards Ran and slithered her index finger, lining it downward on his chiseled chest beneath the suit, “so we could have some alone time.”

Ran’s face scrunched, leaning his upper body backwards from her slithered touch.

“I appreciate if you try to keep the fingers to yourself,” Ran advised, his voice unsteadied for a second but recollect back to his usual calm self.

“Oh, I’ve been keeping fingers to myself. I kept busy, thinking about you. You’re all I could think about, me and you at your bedroom, talking so sweetly to me.”

“You mean his dick and his money?” Rindou intruded, standing beside Ran.

“I’m sorry I don’t ever recall on asking you to talk, puny mushroom.” Akari crossed her arms, and with a tilt on her head angled on the side, she gave Rindou’s sudden appearance with pure disgust in her eyes, despite wearing a sweet smile etched on her lips.

Rindou’s brow twitched.

Ran cleared his throat. “I appreciate the compliment, but as of right now, we’re in a hurry to grab lunch for my friend.”

In an instant, Akari wrapped her arms around Ran’s right arm, hugging it against her chest, tight as an iron grip.

“We could make time. Starting now. Just you and me, together, talking about us.” She released a half-hearted giggle. “We’re going to be best of friends, or whatever you wanted me to be as.”

Rindou pushed her back with brute force, and watched Akari fell back on the floor with a squeak slid from her shoes.

“Ow—hey! What the hell?!” Akari said with a sharp hiss. Her shoulder pained from a sudden push.

“Stop touching my brother,” Rindou warned. “There’s a rule to anyone who shouldn’t touch a Bonten member or going near us by 3 inches.”

“You know what that means, don’t you?” Kokonoi dared Akari.

“Bitch,” one shouted from the crowd. “Respect their space!”

“Get off of their space!” Another voice shouted from the thickened crowd.

The crowd roared with agreement, chanting.

Akari, who drew a long sigh onto her pain, gave one last look on Rindou before scurrying from the cafeteria with her friends following her. The chanting soon died down and went back onto their lives.

“It turns out she’s nothing but a cheap knock-off, dubbed herself as a rich girl,” Rindou said.

“How do you know?”

“She stole some her parents’s money from the bank account from winning a lottery,” Kokonoi informed, scrolling onto his latest smartphone.

Rindou and Ran whipped their head fast. “They won the lottery?!”

“Since two weeks ago, their fortune is around the cost of 900 million yen.”

“And none of her parents noticed her stealing their shit?” Ran exclaimed.

“Akari blamed it on her relatives. Apparently she declared and dubbed her relatives as poor and desperate. She also claimed that she got a job that has a high-paying salary. She never got a job.”

The Haitani brothers drew their breath in.

What a fucking nightmare to be with.

“Well, that explains why she acted so confident,” Ran said.

“Let me ask you this question. Did you fuck her at our last party?” Rindou asked.

“Never,” Ran answered. “I was at the bar the whole time with Kakucho, serving up time for other ladies who are demanding my attention. Besides, I don’t recall on fucking her silly. I’m completely sober all night at our last party.”

“Was she at our last party?” Rindou whipped his head, asking Kokonoi.

“I don’t think so. I didn’t see her and her friends’s names on the list.”

“So, she decides to talk big on us,” Ran concluded.

“On you,” Rindou emphasized.

“What a joke. She doesn’t stand a chance.”

“Akari’s usually a quiet girl. What made her changed her alterego?”

“Her parents’s winning lottery.”

They all laughed. By then, they were still waiting up on Sanzu and Kakucho.

“What’s taking them so long?” Ran scratched his head, then fixing his usual hairstyle back again in gentlest caress, flicked his wrist to check the time on an expensive watch he bought two days ago.

“Dunno,” Rindou said. “We should catch up onto them. You know how girls are, they can be real rowdy, still trying to block our way.”

“That’s what we get for being pretty,” Ran said with a cheeky smile.

Kokonoi was the first person on heading straight towards Sanzu and Kakucho. They marked and registered the school’s map in their minds. They walked around school several times—in the matter of their routine—to fill the girls’s heads with cloud nine. This should be a cinch to them.

Little did they know, there was a real challenge lurking at their path, soon to divulged, to be crossed with their world with someone else’s.

[rinwhore]

*in a dark roomx y/n sitting on the bed while sanzu is infront of her, on his knees and both hands on his face. Their sobs are the only thing that's edible around the room*

Y/n: *sniffles* "im sorry i can't fix you"

Sanzu: *whisphers* "im sorry i destroyed you"