#kakucho drabbles

[cannellee]

Are you taking request at this time? If so may I request alpha!kakucho x omega!reader hc please?

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ alpha! Kakucho x omega! Reader

— tokyo revengers a/b/o headcanons

cw : sex, yandereish if you squint

my masterlist : ☆

(sorry for the long wait!!)

alpha kakucho is exactly what you would expect of him : sweet, respectful, loving, reliable, attentive, caring and composed.

he has little to no flaws as a lover and alpha.

he knows the exact thing to say or do when you're upset, anxious or needy.

kakucho cares so much for you it's frightening how dedicated he is to you, like your loyal devotee.

in other words, kakucho's a worshipper.

you're his precious omega who needs his care and attention, you're delicate and kakucho just feels so grateful for the attention he receives from you.

he's proud but most of all, he's soo grateful for how much you love him. what did he do to deserve it?

kakucho doesn't realise his own worth, he doesn't realise that he's actually the best alpha you've ever had.

he picks you up from school, a bag full of snacks. he takes you to a lovely deserted place where he can cuddle with you.

he can't help but try his best to spoil you.

kakucho is very shy about scenting you, although it's his favourite way of claiming you. he might not look like it, but he's a possessive alpha.

the first courting gift you ever received from him was jewellery, a pretty necklace. simple but fancy looking.

this was right after he knocked out two alphas who were harassing you at the back of your school building.

kakucho had finally decided to properly court you, you were perfect and despite his hesitation he would never forgive himself if his cowardice was the reason he gave you up to another alpha.

when he looked for you, he found you cornered by two alphas. the sight of your small frame in front of those beasts triggered something in him he never thought he had.

and that's precisely when you fell even harder in love with him. kakucho gave you his love and protection, he was everything you could hope for.

you can say that he's a bit controlling at times though. he tries not to, he knows he shouldn't invide your private life like this and asks you so many questions ; he doesn't want to act like your previous alpha. but he has a hard time trusting others and learning that you're meeting up with someone he doesn't know has him worried.

despite his very kind personality, expect kakucho to start a fight if you're the one involved. he doesn't tolerate any kind of disrespect directed at you.

he treats you like you're a doll made of glass, he's careful with you. that's why you're surprised the first time he raises his voice at someone else.

you're his most precious thing in his life, kakucho would never let anyone hurt you, degrade you or anything of the sort.

his life revolves around you, but in a healthy way though.

he'll see something at a store and immediately think of how you would love it. notices cute collars while passing by a shop and can't help but imagine your pretty neck wearing it, he could put his name on it, or just his initials? either way it's a sign that you're his, and kakucho is all about subtle marks of possession.

it's the same when he sees something like a big soft plushie that he knows you would love in your nest.

probably gathers a ton of gifts in a basket and gives it to you.

that's his way of showing his appreciation and gratitude for everything you've done for him and your perseverance at getting to know him. he knows he can be hard to get close to, that's why he admires how you managed to break his barriers.

kakucho is weak for your scent.

now I know every alpha is crazy for their omega's scent, but kakucho is a different breed. he's sooo desperate when it comes to his cute little mate.

always burying his nose to wherever your smell is the strongest. dropping everything he was doing when he just as simply as catch a bit of your aroma, so excited to see his omega.

he follows you everywhere too. he's quiet and collected and so polite, kakucho lets you do basically anything.

you want to buy this? fine, he will pay and only ask for a small kiss in return. you want to braid his hair? it's fine for him as long as you're happy! you desperately need a specific snack? at the middle of the night? fine, he'll go buy it for you, just stay inside in the warmth of your nest and that's enough for him!

kakucho is the best. that's it.

NSFW

now kakucho is unsurprisingly very soft and attentive when you two are at it.

he takes his role as an alpha very seriously and accidentally hurting you would make him feel so so bad.

that's why he prefers to take things slow ; he takes his time, properly scenting you to make you feel loved and appreciated.

he kisses you anywhere he can, slowing down a bit when he gets to the bite mark he did on your neck.

he 100% favours the positions which allow him to appreciate your facial expressions when he's inside you.

there are things he will never say out loud, but when he's drunk off your scent and witnessing your fucked out face, he's always saying everything that crosses his mind. and you love his honesty.

but he's always making sure you're aware he's pleased, calling you his good girl and his sweet omega. he'll never let a chance to praise you pass!

when he's in rut, he manages to keep his cool, he's composed enough to act decent around you, unlike a lot of alphas.

he will always wordlessly make you feel loved and claimed, his primal instincts taking over him for a few days.

he still remains extremely soft with you, a simple scolding from you is enough to stop him in his track.

he tries so hard to please his omega first, but when he's in rut his mind is so hazy it's hard:(

but he's not exactly rough either, just extremely possessive and protective.

growls and snarls the few days before his rut starts.

you've come to detect the signs of his pre-rut quite easily and now you're acting more clingy and submissive to appease him.

when you're in heat though, expect him to be at your side 24/7. he just can't leave you when you're in such a vulnerable state.

absolutely fucks you whenever and wherever if you're the one asking. but he will bring you back to the comfort and safety of your home first.

kakucho can't risk making you stressed although he knows he can easily protect you, you need familiar surroundings during this period.

he's really attentive and won't deny any of your request<3

[shoyoist]

rekha!! i am begging u to elaborate more on kaku wedding date plss

cw: fluff, mentions of marriage, a very lil bit of mutual pining at the start. wedding date kaku is so dreamy <3 everyone say thank you venus 4 the idea!

⠀⠀⠀⠀ . ｡˚ ♡ he's just a wedding date, but he wants a wedding with you.

wedding date!kakucho, who you met at a different wedding that you previously attended — you'd offered to dance with him and he'd accepted, since both of you were alone, not having had a plus one to bring along for the occassion.

you've met up a couple of times after that, just a few lunch dates that ended without anything eventful happening through them. you had fun, you thought he was incredibly handsome and sweet and a total gentleman, but neither of you took a step forward.

which was okay, you thought. he was the man anyway. if he wanted more, he would initiate, right? you were alright with what you had between eachother. it was enough.

then, you bring him along to a wedding of one your close friends. "hey, kakucho. what do you think about having a dance at another wedding with me?"

and of course, he'd said yes. he'd showed up at your doorstep, breathtaking in his silver vest and black jacket, the rim of his glasses matching his clothes.

"you look beautiful," he tells you, as he helps you into the shotgun of his car. and when you smile shyly and thank him, he returns the smile effortlessly with a sweet, appreciative lift of his lips.

wedding date!kakucho who watches from the drinks table, as you converse with your friends and dance to a few songs with them, keeping a close eye on your drink even though everyone there is your friend, even though there wasn't any chance someone might do something to it.

his heart lifts a little with hope, when he hears his favourite slow song come on the speakers, and he looks at you, trying to catch your eye.

he takes your hand when you finally saunter up to him, a little tipsy, and shoot him a smile. "come dance?"

he holds you securely, a hand on your lower back, gripping your hand gently but firmly as he spins you around in slow, loose circles to the beat of the song. you giggle a little when you stumble a step, and his arm instantly tightens around you, pulling you close and steadying your feet for you.

"careful," he says, not knowing that he'd sent your heart into a dance of its own with his body strong and warm against yours, his gentle yet husky scent overwhelming as you press your nose to his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. "watch your step, love."

love? god, did he just call you that? the race of your heart proves your previous statement wrong — you do want something more with him.

and you think that maybe he is initiating something, when he lifts your hand up to his lips and gives the back of it a gentle kiss, before taking you back to your seat once you tell him you're tired and ready to go home.

you dont notice the way everyone around you shoots knowing, amused looks in your direction, as you hang onto his arm and let him lead you out, waving good byes to your friend and their newly wedded spouse as you go. but kakucho sees, and somehow, it gives him a boost of confidence.

when you're back in the car with him, and he's turned the engine on so the heater will warm the car up for you till you're both ready to pull out and leave, you turn in the shotgun to give him a laxly sad look.

it tugs at his heart, and he cant help the worry in his voice when he asks you, "what is it? are you okay?"

"'m okay." you say, heaving a sigh. "but everyone was telling me how handsome and strong 'n amazing you are."

"a—and?" he masks his fluster with a chuckle, but his voice still cracks a little when he asks. "did that bother you? i'm sorry."

"no, but," you breathe, and kakucho thinks that your eyes look beautiful when you turn your stare up to meet his, slow and shy again. "i was jealous. wanted to keep the sight of you all to myself."

and really, kakucho could hold himself back — convince himself that you're still tipsy, that maybe you dont mean it, but he does it anyway.

he leans in, pulls you close, his hand large and warm on the back of your neck — and kisses you, lips hot and tasting slightly of wine and cake, when you kiss him back.

there's a slight pause in both of your movements — caused by his surprise that you responded, and perhaps your surprise that he'd really done it.

"fuck," he whispers into the corner of your mouth, before he kisses you again, and you kiss him back once more.

"mm," you hum into his mouth, and suddenly the air inside the car feels hot — kakucho's face feels hot, his hands feel hot, and so does his chest. his heart thuds in rapid beats within his ribcage, but he can't remember to be nervous that you'll hear it, when you ask.

"you're for me only. right?"

"yes." he says. "i am."

hearing that, you let out a content sigh and sink into his arms. the hands you've circled around his biceps are soft and tender in their grip, and he holds you close, the smell of wine and perfume lingering between your bodies.

and though it might be a little too early — it really is too early, but as you let out another small giggle into his chest, he hopes that the next wedding you both attend is yours and his very own.

[b0nten]

IT’S YOU AND ME AGAINST THE WORLD (THE CRUEL ONE I’VE DRAGGED YOU INTO)

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ kakucho takes you to meet his family. or, the closest thing he has to one, besides the one made by you two.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ FIRST KAKUCHO FIC WOHOOOOO. timestamps may be a little off so yeah. sorry4dat. anon i hope you like it!

today is the day.

straightening your clothes with your palms, your eyes scan your body in the mirror.

“i thought i told you something casual was enough?” a shirtless figure emerges from down the hallway of the apartment, toned muscles flexing as he stretches.

“and i thought i told you you should ditch the blue and go natural, kaku.” you sarcastically answer, turning to him.

he’s got an amused expression painted across his face, eyes softly laid on you and mouth corners sewn into a delicate upward smile.

“so you really hate my aegean blue hair that much?” he jokes again, and, as if teleporting himself, emerges from nothing next to you.

“that’s not true, after all, this aegean blue is the one that charmed me the second time around, but your natural hair color is beautiful, and you know that!” by fake-punching his chest you earn a laugh, “i’ll dress casually when you stop dyeing your hair!”

“alright, alright,” he muses, “are you ready to go?”

“shouldn’t you get dressed first, princess?” you question back, stressing the second word and inspecting his ‘outfit’. “you look handsome like this, gotta give it to you, but i’d like ti think i’m the only woman that gets to see you like this.”

“shoot, you’re right.” he laughs as he grabs the neatly laid out shirt from a nearby chair, “what would i do without you?” he asks, awarding you with a forehead kiss.

“go to work half-naked, apparently..” you fake a disapproving head-shake and make way to the door. “i’m gonna wait in the car, try to not be late, please.” you warn, jingling his car keys in your right hand.

“yes ma’am.” kakucho fakes a military greeting rushing to the bathroom to brush his hair.

✣ ✣ ✣

looking at the high building in front of you, you let out a shaky breath.

“you ready?” kaku asks, blue hair shining in the hot summer sun.

in response, you only hum a weak ‘mhm’, accompanied by a slight nod. you ponder — are you really ready? — you know what kakucho does for a job, he’s a mafioso. not only that, but he’s the no. 3 of japan’s most feared crime syndicate. if every single one of his coworkers is as serious as your kaku is whenever he talks business on the phone (which happens very rarely, as he values his time at home and with you more than drug deals and murders) then you’re screwed, to put it lightly.

“hey, c’mon,” he looks at you, face contorting into a goofy grin, “you really don’t have to be nervous. they look scary but each one is dumber than the other, i promise you. you’ll like them, and they’ll like you.”

his reassuring words tug at your heartstrings a bit, and warm your worry-frozen heart just enough to get it to pump blood again. so, you take a deep breath and nod again, only this time, confidently.

“let’s do this.” with the corner of your eye, you see kakucho smile proudly, before stretching out his arm, allowing you to loop your’s through.

you enter the building: the lobby is cool and and feels so much better than the scorching heat of the outside. the decor is nice, it brings a certain richness to the place, with accents of gold and spanish oak and baroque elements here and there. it’s not flashy, and certainly not like any other japanese office tower interior you’ve seen before.

your heels smack against the macael marble as you allow yourself to admire the interior.

“ran redesigned this whole place when we bought it.” having observed you until now, kakucho chimes in with some fun facts.

“he really has the eye for art.” you add, and watch his eyes light up as he presses the elevator button.

“and he’s quite the snob too. god forbid we touch his montblanc pens or he goes apeshit.”

“oh, kaku…” you can only sigh as he bursts out laughing. “i really don’t know what to expect from you guys.”

he calms down his laughter before entering the lift, “and that’s just the beginning.”

the elevator ride is long, their offices being the second to last floor, which is not so bad as kakucho gets to tell you more about the guys.

“the pink mullet with the piercings is sanzu. he’s quite… eccentric, sometimes.. even uhm..” kaku swallows, uncertain if he should say more, but sure enough that this slip-up may cause you some fright.

“sometimes what, kakucho?” you urge him to continue his sentence.

“well, he can be scary or creepy sometimes. but just sometimes. other than that, he’s a dumbass.” your boyfriend scratches the back of his head, almost relieved. “he’s also no. 2.

as you know, I, your handsome boyfriend is no. 3, while the advisor is takeomi, sanzu’s brother. he really likes trench coats for some reason, so he’ll probably be wearing one today. he’s got a long scar on the right side of his face. oh, yeah, and sanzu also has two scars at the corners of his lips.”

“two down, five more to go, including montblanc guy.” you comment, leaving kakucho somewhat surprised.

“ye— wait, how do you know?” confused, his head darts in your direction.

“by paying attention to your phone calls, during conversations and doing some simple maths.” you reply, sarcastically.

“oh, my beloved einstein.” he kisses the crown of your head gently, “yeah, we have montblanc guy, ran, and his younger brother rindou. ran has short hair, black and pink and rindou also has a mullet, blue and purple. and they both have the tattoo on their necks.

then there’s mochi. well behaved guy, but his beard almost makes him look like an npc or the daiso version of a pimp. he’s the guy with the jumbo dumplings i told you about!”

“oh, that’s mochi! good to know, good to know!” you reply, just as excited as he is.

“and last but not least we have koko. he’s got really long blonde hair and a… unique hairstyle. his tattoo is on his head.

i think that makes them all.”

“are you not forgetting someone?” you quirk up a brow and kakucho mimics you. “maybe… that mikey guy? your leader?” you finally ask, long pauses between each word.

“it’ll be easy for you to see which one’s mikey once he enters the room. but don’t be fooled! he’s tougher than he looks.”

you nod and run through the information one last time before the elevator light pings and the door opens. you step onto a soft carpet, kakucho right next to you, eager to explain more about his workplace.

“we each have our own offices but usually meet in the conference room, where we do most of the work. for separate tasks we use our own spaces, tho. mine is… right here!” the turns left and points to a black door. it’s not hard to see it’s his thanks to the nameplate.

“across from mine is sanzu’s and the one behind us is mikey’s. over here is akashi takeomi, just beside the elevator is mochi, across from his is the conference room, and then there’s kokonoi’s, and the haitanis’ offices towards the end of the hall.”

you would’ve liked to see how the offices looked, being sure kakucho’s was just as neat as he keeps the one at home, interested in the older haitani’s the most, to be frank. you could’ve bet money he also took charge of the floor’s design, this time more simple and elegant than the ground one. muted colors, different textures and simple paintings; the guy really seems to know what he’s doing, maybe he should ditch organized crime and do interior design.

“let’s get this over with.” you turn over to kakucho, who’s just looking around, as if it’s also his first time visiting the place. when he hears you, he smiles, and takes small steps toward the conference room, hand still looped through yours.

you un-loop your arm from his, resting it on his shoulder as he opens the door. he enters, aegean fringe bouncing with every small step. you come in just behind him.

analyzing the room, you really can’t believe these are japan’s most feared:

ran is filing his nails. next to him, legs propped up on the table, is his brother, playing a video game on his phone, occasionally hissing as his eyebrows twitch in frustration.

across from them is sanzu, pink mullet covered by a long white towel, dripping on the wool carpet. just beside him is his older brother, takeomi, wearing a tan trench-coat. he’s reading — you rub your eyes to be sure you’re seeing everything exactly as it is — a guide to becoming a multi-millionaire through bitcoin.

mochi is doing paperwork, and koko — god have fucking mercy on their souls — is reading the same book as takeomi.

“can you close the fucking— ” the younger haitani bangs his fists against the table in a fit of rage, freezing completely when he sees you. “oh my god, it’s the lady whose picture he keeps on his desk! KOKO GIVE ME MY FUCKING MONEY YOU MOTHERFUCKER HE HAS AN ACTUAL FUCKING GIRLFRIEND!” he grabs his hair while pushing past every chair to get to the mentioned, disturbing ran in the process.

“rindou, try to look whenever you’re running around like a wild boar, i hurt my nail when you pushed me!” his brother accuses, but rindou is long gone.

when he gets to koko, he’s met with a book in his face.

“i’m not giving you jackshit, bitch!”

“come on man, you can’t go back now! we had a bet!” he whines and pleads, but koko is nowhere near turning his decision around.

all of a sudden, rindou kicks koko’s chair, sending him flying into mochi.

the bearded man looks up from his papers distraught, an evil look in his eyes.

“do you even know how long it took me to convince this corn company to deliver corn directly to my house?” he asks, and both shake their heads no. “do you have any idea how long it took me to write this goddamn ‘thank you’ letter?” he asks again, and they both shake their heads again. “THEN ARE YOU TWO GOING TO WRITE IT AGAIN FOR ME BECAUSE YOU JUST MADE ME THROW AWAY A MONTH’S WORTH OF CALLIGRAPHY CLASSES?” this time, they nod.

from the left, sanzu groans.

“CAN YOU FUCKERS STOP SCREAMING? MY HEADACHE IS GETTING WORSE.” he roars, ripping the towel off his face, ready to jump out of his chair. thankfully, takeomi holds him back.

“i think you should all calm down. this is no way to greet the lady.” he says as he closes his book and stands up, bowing to you from afar. “akashi takeomi, bonten’s advisor. nice to meet you.” he says, smiling slightly.

“thank you takeomi.” kakucho starts “this is y/n, my girlfriend, just like rindou has correctly observed.” he shoots the man a judging look, “we’ve been dating for a little shy of, what? nine years now?” he looks at you and smiles, and you give an approving note, signaling he has gotten the time right, “she wanted to meet you all, so i brought her here.”

he steps forward, stretching out his hand toward you. you take it and follow him, nearing the guys on the left side.

“y/n f/l. nice to meet you, everyone. i hope we can get along well. i heard lots about you.” you take your turn and bow, looking at every single one of the guys as you speak.

every one of them continues with the introduction, except for takeomi, since he had already done it while lecturing the guys.

kakucho pulls a chair out from under the table and gestures you to sit. he sits down next to you and surprisingly, the boys are all eager to talk as soon as they get the possibility to.

rindou and koko apologize for their behavior and you just shrug it off with a laugh, reassuring them smilingly that it was funny. you compliment ran’s interior design skills to which he seems very grateful and laugh with mochi, hinting that you know about the jumbo dumpling incident. sanzu compliments your ear piercing setup and asks you about some more jewelry and you offer to go with him shopping sometime, and bond with takeomi over your shared interest of the sengoku period, finding out that he shares the same birthday with his idol, samurai akechi mitsuhide.

everything is going smoothly, when all of a sudden, the door flies open, every one of the executives jumping up in an instant, with you closely behind. when they bow, you do the same, although you didn’t get to see who came in.

when you all pull your heads up again, the short blonde who has entered looks at you puzzled.

“who are you?” he tilts his head to the left, analyzing you carefully.

“mikey, this is y/n, my girlfriend. i brought her to meet everyone!” kakucho explains instantly, and watches him approach you.

“you… you’re the one … that makes those cute bento boxes for kakucho?” he asks, serious look plastered on his face.

unable to control your excitement for your work being recognized, you beam up, hands clasping each other happily: “yes! that’s me!”

as if he wasn’t the ruthless leader he is, mikey’s eyes widen with the childish love for food he’s had forever.

“do you think…,” he starts off shy, unusual for him, “but only if you have the time, do you think you could also make one for me?” the head of bonten inquires, eagerly awaiting your response.

ever so flattered, you smile so hard you can barely see anymore, screeching out in a delighted tone.

“of course!” you’re amped, ready to cook fifty bento boxes because of how happy you are, “do you have any allergies or themes you like?”

as if having been offered a million dollars, mikey answers you enthusiastically, “i don’t like spicy food, and… i like omurice, and if you could add a mini- flag on top, please…” he says, hands meeting behind his back.

“of course!” you affirm, high on the rush of dopamine and continue asking mikey about how he’d like his bento boxes. he himself feels like a kid in a candy store.

the rest of the guys are left dumbfounded, kakucho’s mouth having hit the floor long time ago already.

he picks it back up when mikey interrupts his own conversation.

“i’m sorry to cut it short, y/n-san, but we should start the meeting. we can discuss after it more, if you want!” he apologizes, subliminally saying he wants to talk about these upcoming bentos more with you.

“that’s alright, and of course!” you smile again, “kaku, i’m heading to your office!” and turn around to face your red-faced boyfriend.

“of course, i’ll see you there after we’re done.” he smiles, nodding, assuringly.

“kakucho, does she know where your office is? are you not gonna walk her?” mikey intervenes and before kaku can say anything else, he offers himself to guide you to your lover’s workroom.

“take your places, guys, we’ll start when i come back.” the blonde orders, closing the door behind him.

“looks like boss is gonna steal your girl, kaku.” sanzu teases his subordinate, while ran makes kissy noises and coos ‘kaku’ in the background.

“wait…” rindou interrupts abruptly, “you said you have been dating for nine years? that means.. koko! do the math, please!” he orders.

“you’ve been keeping her secret ever since kanto manji!” the blonde gasps in shock.

“you bastard! you kept her hidden through that— ” mochi is just as angry.

“and tenjiku too?!” kokonoi, having redone his math, is in utter disbelief.

kakucho tries to drown out the sound of the guys accusing him of treachery, thinking about the end of the meeting and heading straight for his office to get you home and spend his time with you, alone.

[cheesus-doodles]

Yakuza Boss Izana + Pudding

Valentine’s Day Shorts

Masterlist | Valentine's Shorts List

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took the previous week off to rest, am back at it again! happy belated valentine's day! the izzy in this is in my head is the shaggy hair future izzy &lt;3

"Hey!" But you could only pout as you watched Izana dig into your half-eaten pudding. "That's mine!"

"Serves you right," the white-haired man huffed, spooning a generous heap of pudding straight into his mouth as he swiftly dodged your attempts to grab the cup back. You really were adorable, he mused as he watched you from the corner of his eye, to think that you could match his speed and reflexes. "You ate my share."

It was a rather cold winter afternoon down by the banks of the river, the overcast sky blocking out any sign of the usual sunlight, and the breeze that swept down the waterway only lowering the temperature even more. Well bundled up in your thick coat, you still shivered slightly, snuggling into your finance's side - and for all his pointed words, Izana was more than happy to let you, pulling you closer to him.

You shot a few more longing glances at your rapidly diminishing sweet treat, lightly brushing a strand of hair aside from his cheek before it could touch the pudding. "But what makes you think its yours Izzy?"

"You know what day it is!" His rebuttal came immediately. Though, the yakuza boss did note that you seemed more amused than distraught at his antics as he grumpily polished off the last of the dessert, before haphazardly tossing the now empty container back into your paper bag without a second glance and plopping down to lay his head on your lap. That was delicious, and you should be ashamed.

Twelve years the two of you have been together, and you have never failed even once to make - hand make - a treat for him on Valentine’s Day, be it chocolates, biscuits or any number of other sweets. Yet today, of all days, he was the one that had to hunt you down, only to find you by the bank of your favorite river, enjoying a treat in the form of a pudding by yourself. His pudding.

"I can't believe you," he grumbled. It was an unusual look for the well feared mafia boss who laid sprawled across your lap, sulking like a rebuffed child, violet gaze refusing to meet yours. "Eating all by yourself. Today!"

You didn't answer him, but the slightest ruffle of the paper bag caught Izana's attention even as you continued to run one hand through his mob of hair. And blank eyes turned just in time to catch you pulling out a second cup of pudding from your paper bag.

"Guess this one is mine then," you chirped playfully, popping open the top to reveal a pristine soft surface off which light bounced, the pudding glinting even in the dim sunlight. "Don't mind if I -"

The pudding cup was gone from your hand before you could finish your sentence. And your jaw-dropped expression were reflected in that familiar empty gaze as you followed the sound of slurping to find said stolen cup in the tanned hands of your finance. "HEY!"

Izana only started chewing faster.

[strawberryfairi]

Let’s get into the guys that are doms through and through, yet go absolutely feral when you have your sexy little moments where you wanna dom them.

Oooo, it drives him crazy watching you ride his rock hard dick while you tell him he’s not allowed to touch you or take over in any way. He loves the thought of how easy it would be to just grab your hips and fuck into you himself, but he lets you do what you want, ‘cause your smug little grin is too cute to pass up on. So he just goes along with your game, nodding and answering you when you make him tell you how good your pussy feels.

You always think you’ve got him wrapped around your finger (which in a way you do), but you both know you always end up tapping out right after you cum on top of him twice. The disappointment on your face is so amusing to him, that little pout while you huff in exhaustion having worn yourself out. It’s the way you really keep trying for him, telling him to shut up with that frustrated look while forcing your shaky legs to steady themselves.

That’s why he loves to call them “dom moments”, ‘cause they always last just a few moments before he’s got you face down ass up, taking his rough back shots for the rest of the night...reminding you how a real dom does it.

JJK: Satoru Gojo, Sukuna Ryomen (so heavy for him), Nanami Kento, Choso Kamo, Suguru Geto TOKYOREV: Ken Ryuguji, Taiju Shiba, Kakucho Hitto, Rindou Haitani, Shuji Hanma, Keisuke Baji, Haruchiyo Sanzu, Shinichiro Sano, South Terano

[haitanisbug]

YANDERE! Bonten punishing you for faking an orgasm

cw: yandere. Noncon. Orgasm control. Orgasm denial. Humiliation. Degradation. Sir kink. Restraints. Exhibitionism. MINORS DONT INTERACT.

You faked an orgasm because you wanted him to get off of you as quickly as possible. These nights are always exhausting for you, tending to his needs. So when you figure out you can fake it to get it over quicker, that’s exactly what you do. But you forget that he’s perceptive and obsessed with you. He’s spent the past few months stalking you and tracking your every emotion. You’re a fool for thinking you’d be able to fake something as passionate as an orgasm. So, like the good boyfriend he is, he has no choice but to punish you for your poor decision:

MIKEY, RINDOU

He’s pissed that you’d have the audacity to fake an orgasm with him. So if it’s an orgasm that you’re avoiding, then it’s an orgasm he’ll give you. And oh boy does he give you an orgasm. Or many.

He starts with tying you down on his bed, spread eagle so he has easy access to your cunt. He’ll fuck you with his tongue first. Spearing your pussy and then flicking back to your clit so quickly that it has you cumming all over his lips. He’s memorized everything about you so of course he’s memorized the quickest way to bring you pleasure. Then he’ll fuck you with his fingers, spreading you out and rubbing your warm, gummy walls. It has you desperately trying to push your hips into his hand, trying to get more friction. But the restraints are tight and you can only take what he gives. He chuckles at your desperate movements and brings you to yet another orgasm.

You can’t be enjoying this, it’s punishment after all. So the last thing he does is secure a hitachi wand right up against your clit. He ties it securely and plugs it in and then just leaves it there for hours. You’re cumming over and over again, subjected to this relentless torture on your clit. Sometimes he’ll walk in with a glass of whisky in hand and sits in the corner to watch you. He just observes how your back arches off the bed when you’re close, your hands come up to grip at the rope burning as your palms tug it, the way you body flails as you’re pushed over the edge again, the cum that seeps out of your cunt and dribbles onto the sheets underneath you, the tears that trek down your face and ruin your poor makeup. He loves it all, and he watches it as if it’s entertainment made just for him. Then he’ll wander out of the bedroom for a bit, letting your pleas and sobs become background noise for whatever dull TV program he’s watching in the living room.

After hours of this punishment, he comes back into the room and turns off the wand to witness your utterly fucked out figure. You’re shaking within the restraints and you curl up into a ball once he undo's them. He clicks his tongue in frustration “let me get a look at that pretty pussy, angel.” Grabbing your knees he spreads your legs apart and just chuckles at the sight. Your pussy lips are puffy and swollen. He lightly slaps your sensitive clit, and you snap your legs shut with a shriek. He laughs loudly at the reaction and then pulls you up into his arms whispering into your ear.

“Your orgasms are your gift to me, and baby I’m gonna make you start giving more generously.”

KAKUCHO, KOKONOI

If you want to fake an orgasm with him, that’s fine. He’ll let you. But if you don’t want to get relief from him then he won’t give you any sort of relief ever. He keeps a close eye on you, not letting you touch yourself, keeping all toys away from you and he’s definitely never bringing you to release himself.

But the worst part is that he still teases you. He’ll perch you on his lap and slide his fingers into your shorts. He’ll play with your clit till your mewling into his shoulder on the brink of release. Right before you’re about to cum he’ll withdraw his hand and then laughs at the cry you make from your ruined orgasm. It’s tortuous and sadistic because this little routine goes on for weeks. Constantly bringing you close to the edge of pleasure but never letting you fall over. You’re babbling at him and begging him to let you just cum, please. But this is the consequences of your actions, and he’d so much rather watch your cry for an orgasm instead of gifting it to you.

Sometimes, he’ll even make it worse. Getting you to sink onto his cock, and fucking into you. He has to be careful because you’re so needy at this point, he suspects you could probably cum untouched. But again, he knows you’re body in and out, and he’ll pull out right before you cum and he’ll release all over your messy cunt. He has you follow him for weeks, making sure you’re never trying to sneak your own release. If he catches your hand sliding down to your clit, or your hips swiveling against the kitchen counter he’ll restrain you and add an extra day onto your punishment.

Only when he has you delirious, and on your knees in front of him begging to let you cum just once, only then will he finally relent. He’ll have you strip in front of him and then cups your pussy with one hand, he’ll squeeze it tightly and say

 “This fucking belongs to me, understand?”

Once he hears the small mewl of “yes sir” from you, then he’ll fuck you into oblivion, finally giving your release after weeks of pent up desire.

SANZU, RAN, TAKEOMI

Faking an orgasm around him not only makes him mad but he’s almost humiliated by it. Is he not good enough? Do you not desire him enough? Or are you just acting like a brat? He’s not sure and it doesn’t matter. If you don’t want to orgasm that’s fine, but your disobedience won’t last long, and he will humiliate you in return.

Unlike with Kakucho and Kokonoi, He’ll refuse to touch you at all. And at first you’re fine with it. That’s actually a dream come to true. But he refuses to let you touch yourself too. And after a few days you start to get needy. He sets it up perfectly: acts as if he’s preoccupied working on something and he’ll leave you alone in the bedroom. Your hands slip into your panties and right when you’re about to start fingering yourself he’ll barge in. He rips your hand away from yourself and with an icy voice he’ll say

“if you want to get off, you have have to prove to me you really want it this time. Make yourself cum, but you can’t use your fucking hands.”

He’ll oh so graciously offers to help, and you’re unsure of what he means till he’s sitting on the couch and shoving you on to your knees in front of him, sticking the toe of his boot right under your cunt.

 “Fuck yourself on my shoe, princess.”

You look up at him in shock. He’s never made you do something so degrading before, surely he’s kidding? But his face is impossibly serious and you realize that if you ever want release ever again, you have to follow what he says. The tip of his shoes catch your clit and it feels so good, that you start to hump his leg harder. He laughs at the pace of your hips but you don’t have the wherewithal to care.

Right when you’re about to cum he pulls his shoe away, and you’re left thrusting embarrassingly against empty air. It’s no use. Your orgasm is ruined and you’re left at his foot, crying in desperation.

“Didn’t think I’d make it that easy for you, princess huh?” His smug expression almost has you whimpering out pleas.

He continues his punishment throughout the rest of the week, making you try to get yourself off. And always in the most embarrassing positions and places. After all, you humiliated him by faking an orgasm in the first place, it’s only fair he pays back that feeling tenfold.

He’ll have you run your cunt against the arm of the couch while he finishes dinner and watches you desperately. He’ll have you on his lap during a meeting, rubbing against his thigh while the rest of Bonten has a clear view of your wet cunt rubbing up against his leg, pussy clenching around nothing. He’ll stop your ministrations right before you release all over his thigh, and you whimper and lightly sob into his neck. Trying to hide your face as it burns in embarrassment from the cackles of the men behind you.

It’s only after numerous situations like these does he finally let you have your release. And he makes you beg for it, and then has you thank him after your brain is almost fucked out.  When you’re tuckered out in his arms he realizes how much he’s enjoyed this week, and how he’s kinda wishing you fake another orgasm again if that means he gets to see you humiliate yourself all over.

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

This drabble is born from a really angsty brain riot with Bonten's origins, that happened to me after reading this words from @just-sp-in-inginthevoid :

"Bonten is a memorial for Izana, its symbol, its members’ tattoo come from Izana’s earrings and the (天) ten of Bonten 梵天 from Tenjiku 天竺, the (梵) bon of Bonten 梵天 comes from Brahman 梵. (...) There’s no need for Senju to have the same role as Izana in Bonten if she’s not dead."

(I always pictured Senju being death in that timeline, but the reality of the kanjis being literally THAT... ajfshgsjgejgrjg, the pain of this. Wakui, you know how to break us every timeline! 😭)

Bonten was born from pain.

(drabble of the day that Bonten was created)

Warnings: I'm so sorry, this is just angst and hurt/no comfort. I wrote it as an attempt of coping with canon and how painful is Bonten timeline when you actually look closer to it. It's from Koko's POV and everyone is just broke and devastated in their own way. Again, I'm so sorry :(

(English is not my first language, so be nice please 🙈)

Most people think Bonten is synonymous with fear.

But they are all wrong. Kokonoi knows better.

Bonten is synonymous with pain, it was born in it.

He still remembers the day that Bonten was created, even if it wasn't the official date, any of the executives would pinpoint the exact same moment.

Probably, only Koko could actually offer a coherent narrative of that night. The only outsider of all the chaos unraveling in front of him.

He still has nightmares of what he saw. But is not what happened what haunts him, no. Is the voices, the faces surrounding him.

Wakasa covered in blood, his eyes looking completely empty. His blank stare, like he couldn't believe who this blood belonged to. Benkei's hand on his friend shoulder, tearing up like a baby.

Takeomi curled up in the floor, sobbing next to his sister's body. Saying “it should've been me” over and over, the older man stuck in a loop of guilt and denial.

The former members of Tenjiku looking shocked, not moving a finger for what was supposed to be their gang, their leader. Koko spent enough time with them to know that, even if they were ruthless, seeing the leader of another gang being shot like that... Was too familiar.

Anyone who looked at them could see they never agreed with that. The ghost of Izana Kurokawa still lingered over them.

Kakucho was shaking, his lips trembling. The rain and the blood mixing with red snow in the scarred boy's mind.

The Haitani brothers unconsciously getting closer to each other. Ran pulling his arm around Rindou in a protective way, the younger one allowing it without complains. Both of them staring at Sanzu, terrified with the possibility of being on the pinkette boy place.

Sanzu's screams were the worst of it. The excruciating pain in his voice while he was holding Senju's body. His little sister's body. How he looked at Takeomi, tears rolling down his cheeks, his gaze filled with hate when he spoke to his older brother “I agree, it should've been you.”

Mikey standing there, the void in his eyes while his knuckles kept dripping with South blood. The man's body at his feet.

That gaze, dark and lacking of any emotion. Pure void that swallowed everything around.

(That swallowed them, trapped them like moths that flied too close to the sun)

Bonten was born from pain.

Bonten grew in pain, thrived with it.

And, Kokonoi is sure that whatever destiny awaits for them...

Bonten will die in pain.

[paroslineage]

THINGS I THINK THE :

MAFIA!TOKYO REVENGERS BOYS WILL DO FOR YOU.

TW : Gore, Description of Torture, Killing, and Reader death, female reader, Mafia themes, gun violence, shooting, blood.

All boys are aged up don't come at me.

All characters except reader belong to Ken Wakui i do not own them.

Don't steal my idea or I'll hunt you down :D.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Context:

Y/N L/N the wife of the most dangerous Mafioso in the of Tokyo having an undettering face of cold ruthlessness and having a uninterested facade is only sweet for his lovely darling YOU.

But...

What happens if the mafia organizations having grudge on your husband go after the unsuspecting sweet little bunny of the dangerous mob boss.

YOU.

Scenario:

"My sweet darling! I'm home and I brought your favorite choco chip pastry from the bakery!"

"Why is it dark honey?" He chuckles

He turns on the light and what he sees makes his blood run horribly cold.

The entire mansion was ransacked.

The table broken, cabinets upturned and His darling's favourite flower vase shattered.

He drops the box and runs frantically up the stairs pulling out his gun for the the holster to the both of your shared grand bedroom.

He breaks down the door and what he sees makes him turn unhinged.

His darling... Laying on the center of the bed fully bled out.

Five holes on the chest, three in the temple and four in the stomach and two in your abdomen.

But your eyes were stuck open, the life in them drained a long time ago.

He walks over to you, eerily silent kneels on the bed his eyes trembling and hands fiercely cradling you to his chest and he buried your cold little face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm so sorry for being late my dove, forgive this asshole."

"I'll take revenge for you my dove just you see."

"I'll murder those son of bitches and feed their bones to the wolves I swear on your life darling."

He kisses your forehead looking into the empty void of your eyes and closes them by his hand his tears running down his anguished face.

His eyes frantically and disturbingly wide not even once blinking looking into your dead ones...

As he caressed your hair on tenderly kissing you on the forehead right where the bullet mark was present...

God did his heart hurt.

His lips trembled as he spoke but not the words..

They were spoken loudly and fully finalized...

TOKYO REVENGERS BOYS WHO :

♡ Would be the one to hunt down your murderer

And brutally and ferally slaughter that bastard

That includes.

Gouging their eyeballs, Their brains from their noses, waterboarding them till their last seconds of consciousness, Skinning them alive, flaying them, dipping them in acid.

And lastly shooting them exactly the number of times and the precise location that monster shot you.

Which totals to 14 times.

And then fed them to the wolves of and burning the bones.

"Revenge taken my little dove... Just as I promised."

He whispered quietly to no one as he smoked a cigarette and looked up at the night sky full of stars shining brightly than usual.

With tears dripping endlessly down his emotionless visage.

"I see you looking after and smiling at me darling keep doing that."

He exhaled his smoke through his nose smiling painfully.

"Because I'll be soon joining you up there soon my love..."

Characters : Hanma, Kisaki, Izana, Kakucho, Ran, KAZUTORA, Rindou, Mikey, Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, SANZU SANZU SANZU.

[airbendertendou]

bonten masterlist ♥︎

[ including : mikey, sanzu, kakucho, ran, rindou, and kokonoi. kantou!era included here.]

now playing : “it’s the best future, isn’t it?”

love you, hate foolish! ♥︎ synopsis : you work at one of bonten's clubs, but recently, have been acting suspicious. a member is sent to watch you and is met with someone completely different. | cross-over w high&low

sano mikey manjiro

♥︎ you wear your glasses in front of him for the first time ♥︎ his first time seeing you in contacts

everyday thing! ♥︎ synopsis : mikey comes home to you, always.

blue boy! ♥︎ synopsis : you mistake kantou!mikey for someone else. | a lil h&l crossover

sanzu haruchiyo

♥︎ you wear your glasses in front of him for the first time ♥︎ his first time seeing you in contacts

you are in love! ♥︎ synopsis : your best friend likes you more than he means to

twiddling fingers ♥︎ synopsis : stimmy thoughts abt my faves <3

kakucho

from now on! ♥︎ synopsis : he’s insistent on keeping a promise he made your brother. you just want him to go away.

♥︎ his first time seeing you in contacts

haitani ran

♥︎ you wear your glasses in front of him for the first time

obsessed! ♥︎ synopsis : ran is really just so obsessed with you. one day, you decide to call him out on it. | stripper!reader

haitani rindou

♥︎ you wear your glasses in front of him for the first time

♥︎ hair fun! synopsis : reader changes their hair to match their boyfie | bullet point

kokonoi hajime

♥︎ you wear your glasses in front of him for the first time ♥︎ his first time seeing you in contacts

just to kiss me! ♥︎ synopsis : various asexual!characters w asexual!reader ; non-sexual intimacy

♥︎ hair fun! synopsis : reader changes their hair to match their boyfie | bullet point

please be patient when asking for requests. airbendertendou © all rights reserved — these are all works of fiction written by me. do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform.

[cannellee]

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

UNVEILING FATE (serie) : part 1, next up : rin

alpha! kakucho x omega! reader (bonten)

— stuck working in a brothel to keep you safe from hunger, you're tasked to entertain a particularly dangerous and influential mafia group. however, you're met with a delicious smell which could only belong to one person, your soulmate...

my masterlist : ☆

"take this with you and don't mess up or you'll have some problems with the higher ups", your friend shoved a tray in your hands, her serious eyes looking at you.

the plate was full with tea and other delicacies you had been trained to serve over the past few weeks.

"I heard they're part of a huge business, wouldn't want to get on their bad side honestly", you eye her up, feeling yourself grow more uneasy at each confession. she seemed to catch on your nervousness.

"don't stress y/n, I'm sure you'll do a fantastic job! just breathe and everything will be fine okay?" you nodded hesitantly, readjusting your grip on the tray.

you felt your friend brush her hands through your hair one last time, tightening the fabric on your waist to make it look more snatched the way clients like them usually liked it.

you inhaled deeply, counting on the things you learned alongside the other girls. all you needed to do was look pretty, serve them the tea and stay quiet on one of the corner of the room, until one of them eventually finds you to his liking and takes you to a private room.

you walked through the long hallway, already hearing the shattering of glasses and aggressive discussions, while silently greeting the other omega who just came out.

upon hearing the various voices through the closed door, your confidence died down in the blink of an eye. that would be your first ever night with a costumer and you were deeply afraid of what was waiting for you.

you swallowed nervously the lump in your throat, clearing your throat and mustering the courage you needed. you needed this job, you couldn't fail.

you made sure to keep your scent down, stress making it definitely more sour than what most alphas liked, and finally, you opened the door.

the loud cheers didn't stop and you relaxed a bit when none of them seemed to pay any mind to the new intruder. they were all too absorbed in their conversations to even look your way.

that thought alone should have pushed you further into the room. it should've calmed you down enough that you would walk up to them and put the pastries on their table.

and yet, you did none of that. all too paralysed by the foreign scent, enveloping you as if to prevent you from smelling anything else. it was strong, commanding, but all too comforting to even feel threatening.

you didn't feel like moving, you wanted to remain in the warm embrace of the pheromones casually claiming you without you knowing. it didn't feel suffocating and you would've fight whoever asked you to leave the room.

you breathed in deeply, the room now silent and looking at you. you ignored them, eyes now frantically searching for the source of such a nice scent, and then you found him.

black eyes, long hair and a calm aura surrounding him which made you crave for more, needy for his touch even though you didn't know him.

and then he got up, went up to you and... growled, with anger in his eyes.

                                    · · ୨୧ · ·

kakucho felt disguted.

he never frequented brothels and was sure to keep it that way if only his boss wasn't the one to invite them here.

he watched the other executives already eyeing up the women working there, casually making advances and booking a room for later.

when they sat down around the huge table, workers after workers came in. ran looked ecstatic, loving the way their position could get them such a spectacle, and carefully judged each of them until their plates were full of food.

the meal was calmer, with kakucho's own scent turning bitter the longer he witnessed his colleagues' doings.

then came the desserts. this was over soon. he'd be able to get out of this place full of so many different pheromones it nearly gave him a headache.

kakucho wasn't by any means someone like ran or sanzu, who both easily found pleasure in such displays, loving the way omegas would flock around them and throw themselves at their feet.

kakucho didn't like the lingering looks from the women he obviously didn't intend to spend the night with. he cared too much about his job and too little about his own private life to actually pay any mind to love or sex.

fuck, he just wanted to get it over with so he could go and complete the work he had started a few hours prior to his boss calling him over.

he sat on the side farthest from the door, a strong scent around him to keep the workers away while he finishes his drink.

he didn't hear the door open, he wouldn't have looked at the person entering even if he did hear her.

but her scent.

kakucho was suddenly hit by a mind-blowing sweet scent, the sweetest he had ever smelled. his nose instantly picked up those new pheromones, inhaling deeply to keep the scent close.

he didn't realise his own pheromones started spreading like crazy, instantly reaching out to the pretty stranger right in front of him.

the other executives all stopped, intrigued at the scene in front of them and at how their usually cool headed friend was a second away from drooling.

you looked cute, adorable even, totally out of place and definitely not suited for such a place. what were you even doing here ? a lovely bite-sized omega like you was sure to get all the unwanted attention of all the perverts coming here.

god, you looked so innocent, kakucho didnt think he had ever seen such a pretty omega, your scent sent him into a haze like never before.

but despite the seemingly perfect moment, your presence was still bothering him. you couldn't possibly be working there. what were you doing with a tray in your hands ? and that dress ? you looked beautiful wearing it, but it was the usual clothing a girl working here would wear.

kakucho was growing even more mad the second he connected the dots and his already present annoyance only worsened.

what do you mean his omega was working in a brothel ?

he looked at you, watching as you eyed him with big doe eyes and a candid expression. you looked so sweet. kakucho couldn't believe he had found his one and only soulmate in a brothel.

while kakucho wasn't fond of spending his time doing anything other than working, he spared a spot for his partner. the thought of having a fated partner made his romantic heart melt, he had a soft spot for you and you were going to be the only one aware of it.

this is probably why he got up so aggressively and stopped abruptly in front of you, with nothing but pure rage at the treatment of his omega.

that's why he growled. not at you, but as a warning to whoever put you in there and accepted that you work for gross men, unaware that it was actually your first night.

he couldn't believe other men had touched you. were you scared ? did those people do bad things to you? how hard your life must have been that you would end up here...

his thoughts were racing, each one worse than the precedent. kakucho was having none of that and swore to get you out of here the second he laid his eyes on your much smaller form, looking up at him as if he was your saviour.

kakucho felt compelled to now take his responsibility as the alpha you waited for your whole life.

and similarly, kakucho felt deeply protective of you, alpha instincts urging him to shield you away from the flawed world which had done you wrong while soothing all your worries away. he had never felt so in touch with his instincts before, feeling them growing inside of him to push him to act the right way his omega mate would expect.

he felt so angry. but he had to swallow that down and make sure you were alright first. so he toned it down, putting on a genuinely kind smile, one nobody ever saw him with.

"don't worry, I'll take you away from this awful place. I'll offer you a much better life, you don't have to worry about anything anymore, m'kay?"

[yandereloversblog]

Since requests are open... a darling who makes the bonten gang (not with takeomi and mochi) a bento because they have nothing to do at home all day (reader doesn't know their yandere tendencies) you can end it with yandere or make it more fluffy whatever you prefer

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 "𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢" 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘, 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚞, 𝚁𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒, 𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒, 𝙷𝚊𝚓𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙺𝚘𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚒, 𝙺𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙸𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝙺𝚘𝚔𝚘'𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 [?]

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎-𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Didn't this arc last for 4 chapters why are we so obsessed with it 💀 also I assume you mean reader doesn't know anything about this dangerous lifestyle of theirs too... Which is really hard to miss- Considering this is my first time writing for Bonten -don't judge- I made it longer than usual to test the waters.

-> 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 "𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲" 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

Living with Mikey was weird, to you at least. The ivory haired male sometimes seemed rather frail because of his apperance, not sleeping or eating anything other than his prefered sweets, yet his presence weighed tons on the crowd when you first met him, next thing you knew you had accepted to be his lover after just a week or two of being pursued.

Maybe you were scared to say no, or curious to see what's next, with either answer it was clear that you had gotten attached to Mikey after a few months of living with him. So to watch your supposed boyfriend not even eat anything? A disgrace-

'He probably won't eat much dinner tonight as well.' You sighed, Mikey always made sure to get home for dinner and eat with you, but in the end it's always you eating and him staring at you.

He sometimes sent one of his close executives to pick you up or came to personally check on you at random times of the day, sometimes with a warning and sometimes not. Today he had warned you.

"What are you doing angel...?" As silent as ever, Mikey had managed to get inside the house without you even noticing "Ah, you're right on time!" Your smile caused Mikey's expression to soften, approaching closer to you without another word, still waiting for his question to be answered "I made you a bento! I'm really glad you make it a mission to eat dinner with me everynight but I've never seen you eat a proper lunch other than those sweets so I decided to make you one to eat at work!" He'd stare at the packet lunch for a few seconds before nodding "Thanks, I'll take it." At the approval you left the box on the counter, happy Mikey was willing to at least give it a try.

You could never tell what Mikey is thinking, but you considered it a victory when he showed a small smile at your gift "If you like it, I'll make one for you everyday. I don't have anything else to do after all." A soft sigh escaped your lips, a few seconds later you felt Mikey's arm wrap around your torso as he laid his head on your shoulder "Just relax, have fun and don't get hurt. That's all I want." You blinked in surprise at his words before hugging him back, a smile on your face "I only have fun when you're around Manjiro, you know that!~"

Although your tone was playful Mikey knew it was true.

Trapping you seems to have been easier than he thought, amusing, adorable even. Mikey remembered the first time he saw you, waiting at a red light in the middle of the day as he looked out of the window and his dark emotionless eyes laid upon you.

"Sanzu..." With one word and a point at your direction, immediately having the pink haired male at attention "I want them." You were then living with him. Luckily he didn't need to force you.

Wherever you wanted to go Mikey would take you, whatever you wanted Mikey would give it to you, glued to your hip as soon as he was out of work.

Mikey expected you to cry and kick away at him when you would find out, but you still remained none the wiser for your own good and for his sanity.

'How long will it take for this to stop?'

As you moved the hug to a cuddle session on the couch Mikey had to wonder when you would stop looking at him with such a sweet and happy smile, your presence was enough to keep him alive for now but the feared leader of Bonten knew he'd either hurt you or himself if you came to suddenly hate him 'I won't let them...' Your hand gently patted his head as you hugged 'I won't let them leave me...' Mikey nuzzled closer towards you, trying not to crush you to him and hurt you this early on.

'If they try... I'll break them down and build them up again.'

Your simple lovely action caused Sanzu to nearly have a -good- heart attack today, seeing his king eating anything else other than dorayaki while he had to take care of today's scraps was a moment that he needed to write down Bonten's history book, not to mention the cute looking bento box as opposed to the dirty and filthy place the slaughterhouse was. Luckily for Mikey you had given him smaller portions to not waste anything, and by the end of the session he was finished, none of the blood or guts on the floor disgusting him from the meal.

A small smirk tugged on the ivory haired male's face, a possessive glint flashing across his otherwise emotionless eyes as he stared at the empty box, obsessive thoughts playing around in his head about your future, everything was going perfectly.

"I need to tell [Y/N]-chin to make me one everyday~"

-> 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮

Sanzu had some... Really strange habits to say the least. When you first met the pink haired male, he was sitting and leaning on the wall in an alleyway, seemingly tired, and he was all bloody too, so against your better judgement you helped him by gently wiping the blood away and hastily asking if he needed to be taken to the hospital.

Sanzu the entire time was looking at you like you called him every vile insult in the planet while shotting his dog, he then proceeded to call you an idiot, got up and left.

Only to find you a few days later with some gift as an "apology" because he never said sorry, then a few more days passed and Sanzu found you again, doesn't matter if you were at your job, moved houses or completely went to another city, you always had the familiar pink haired male trailing behind you and arriving with a gift, sometimes blaming you that you were trying to run away. Slowly you got used to Sanzu coming around even more and despite his harsh attitude you accepted dating him -maybe because you found his cocky attitude entertaining-

'And now I'm here... So out of place too.' You thought to yourself with a soft sigh, Sanzu was usually gone days at a time, not that you thought he was cheating on you when he literally sent you dozens of texts every hour, including calls 'A bodyguard surely does get paid nicely...' You still weren't used to how out of place you were in the luxurious penthouse, a show playing in the background as you were texting with Sanzu again, taking notice when he said he hadn't eaten anything for lunch yet and was using that time to come see you.

Unknowingly, you had dropped Sanzu's mood when you suddenly stopped replying, the pink haired male was glaring at his clutched phone while swiftly going to your shared apartment, did you really just leave him on read!?

"The fucking NERVE-"

The grin on his face twitched, a vein popping in his forehead when you didn't return his call either. No- this was Sanzu's fault for being too lenient with you, he even had to sober up more than usual to keep the sane act around you because it was amusing to see someone treat him like a normal fucking human being yet it just irked him "I might actually fucking drop it today! Why not!? If they're being such a fucking brat about it!"

And whatever he claimed was thrown to the bin once he saw you again in the kitchen, a small smile on your face while holding something "Oi! I told you to always return my texts and calls!" Yet the scarred man marched over to you, his droppy eyes glaring as he pinched your cheek to annoy you.

Sanzu glanced at the used kitchen appliance while still punishing your cheek "If you were hungry you should've just fucking told me and I'd buy something on the way." Sanzu growled, even actually barring his teeth once you gently slapped his hand that was still pinching your cheek away "This isn't for me. I made it for you Haru, to eat at least something as lunch since you haven't eaten anything today, I know you skipped breakfast too."

He stared at you, any hint of malice gone "I knew you wouldn't listen to me if I told you to stop and eat so I just made it for you to take to work instead, eat it when you're free." He blinked at seeing your smile, his cheeks heating up to match the color of his hair and a mere cough left his throat as he looked away to try and collect himself.

"And why would I take it...?" The scarred man scoffed and challenged, a little flustered at your action. You gave him a knowing stare at the attitude "... Fine then, I'll eat it myself-"

"Fucking give it here." Sanzu hissed and snatched the bento box from you, a protective glare on his pretty face which heated up to a red flush once you laughed at his action "If you don't quit laughing I'll cut your tongue off!" Sanzu threatened with a harsher glare, only for you to grin "Ehhh?~ But you love kissing me with it don't you Haru?" Your words brought Sanzu to a halt, he placed the box in the kitchen counter before turning to you, swiftly grabbing at your jaw and wrist "Right~ thanks for reminding me why I actually came to see you~" You coiled back at the almost crazed grin Sanzu had in his eyes, not letting you get a word in as he leaned down to kiss you.

Yes, Sanzu came at you at random times of the day just to get a kiss or hug in, or more if he had time. It was the only thing that funnily enough replaced his drugs, your intoxicating touch was more than enough to leave him satisfied but wanting more, how stupid had you been to help him that day when the blood wasn't even his?

"Hehe~ [Y/N]~" Which in turn made his colleagues despise him even more, they had to listen to a drugged up Sanzu talk about you whenever they weren't working on anything "Just eat it and fuck off already." Rindou shot him an annoyed glare.

Sanzu really liked rubbing it in their face, you made him a bento today, combined with his drugged up state of obsession it was hell "You jealous?~" Sanzu grinned at him, pupils small and shaking as he didn't even have to look before stabbing a piece of meat and eating it "[Y/N]'s so cute~ so stupid~ I'm REALLY gonna lock them up sooner or later~ never let them out again~" Sanzu laughed happily, face red by this point at the thought of your terrified figure "Isn't thay what you're already doing?" Ran questioned with a sigh, finding it amusing yet tiring to deal with Sanzu's obsessive tendencies.

"Right right~ but I wanna bring them soooo high up then crash it all back down when I lock them away for good~ Seeing their shocked and scared expression would feel so good~"

-> 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Ran was a charming man, that's what you thought of him when he accidentally bumped into you, so you didn't understand, when he could have literally any person in the world, he chose to pursue you. And boy was he persistent- but not in a bad way, more like he was patient until you comfortably opened up to the idea of dating him.

"I would've loved this a lot more if he didn't have so many rules for me to follow." You sighed softly, knowing Ran's long list of mental rules was just getting longer as you progressed the relationship, from moving in with him, to only wearing the clothes he bought you and one of them being to not eat without him.

'At this point I'll starve.' You knew Ran came back home early in the morning from a business trip, after giving you a short kiss, in typical Ran fashion he pulled you to bed to cuddle and got knocked out to sleep.

You knew better than to wake up a sleeping Ran Haitani and get him upset at you. Rindou taught you well.

So you skipped breakfast since he wouldn't let go of you, now you were going to miss lunch because Ran needed to leave for work right then.

Luckily for you the purple haired male had given you enough space to escape when he turned in his sleep and you took it. You grumbled softly to yourself while scrolling down the posts online, a bento making video catching your attention 'Oh... Loophole~' It was a fact that Ran liked surprising you with sweet and romantic gifts, maybe you could be the one to give him something this time.

'I need to make it as fast as I can. Ran will wake up soon.' The older Haitani took a while to get his apperance in order so that gave you a few extra minutes, but once Ran realizes you weren't in bed with him it means he'll just get down faster 'Why do I like this man???' You cried internally to yourself, starting to prepare the bento just like how the video explained it, you were purposely ignoring every red flag Ran threw at you.

"Hey love, what are you doing?" You took a deep breath before exhaling softly and turning to look at him, a smile on your face while answering "Cooking." Ran gave you a long stare before smiling helplessly as he approached you, gently cupping your face and leaning down to kiss your forehead "Unfortunately, I can't eat lunch with you today darling."

You tried not to frown at the indirect way of being told there wouldn't be any food for you today either but you shook your head "It's not for me." You leaned away from your boyfriend and gestured to the bento box "I made it for you, I know you were probably hungry from working like that all night and skipping lunch so maybe you can take it to work."

Ran blinked in surprise once you smiled at him so sweetly "Don't worry, I made sure to pick your favorite food." He glanced at the bento, Ran had grown accustomed to how his chest would warm up when it came to you but this took it to another level.

Hook, line and sinker.

'... Victory~' You cheered internally to yourself when Ran's features noticeably softened "I even made a heart~ I'll pack it up soon to not delay you further." Against his better judgement Ran let go of you so you could finish whatever he interrupted, never letting his eyes wander off your form.

"Hmm I wonder... Did you make this so you can also eat something?~" Ran hummed with the usual whimsical smile as he took the packed bento box from your hands, now one would expect someone in your position to play it safe, play into Ran's rules and try not to get him upset.

But in your case: You didn't know of his place as a Bonten executive.

"... Can I?" The purple haired male had to laugh when you gave him the puppy dog eyes and a pout, your honesty was something he greatly appreciated "Alright but just this once." Ran chuckled and leaned down to give your lips one last kiss "... You won't always miss lunch with me now just to get me to make you a bento right?" You questioned him with an awkward smile once he pulled away, a huff slipping past your lips at the familiar teasing smile on Ran's face.

"Maybe I'll stop teasing you so much when we get married." He laughed playfully and left you a confused and flustered mess "M-married??" You thought to yourself in shock.

"So, is my future sister/brother/sibling-in-law going to make me one too or is this another privilege only you can have?" Rindou frowned, his elbow on the table and face resting on his hand as he stared at his older brother who very much came to show off what you did.

"Aren't they cute?~ Already playing the loving spouse they're meant to be. And yeah only I'll get these." Ran grinned while showing Rindou every bite before he took it, boasting to the only person who would stand there and hear him.

"I mentioned marriage today and they got all flustered, so dumb and adorable am I right?" Rindou didn't mind you joining the family, nobody in Bonten did, what they minded though was Ran's constantly talking about you, especially when he put cameras in the house and monitored everything you did to make sure you followed the rules.

Rindou scoffed, rolling his eyes when Ran gave another comment as he stared at you from the laptop "Yeah and you're out here killing their family and everyone they knew." Ran paused for a moment before giving his little brother the usual smirk "Can't be too lenient with them Rin, it's just a precaution in case they ever decide to leave me."

Ran gave out a very soft laugh as he finished the last bit of the meal, eyes glued to the screen.

"They'll learn the hard way they can't live without me, but I might let their leash just a little loose if they keep up with these cute actions~"

-> 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

You got along with Rindou's older brother for the sole purpose that you both have fun teasing the younger Haitani, you were one of the very few people that could tease and take a jab at Rindou then be left alive to tell the story.

And pretty soon you came to the realization that Rindou had your affection as his sole weakness.

Sure, Rindou could take surprise hugs and kisses, returning them back gladly -and much more forcefully- and he's the one who usually gives them first but romantic gestures? He turns red.

The first time you found out was because of boredom.

Scrolling down tiktok until you stumbled across one where the wife was making her husband a bento box, a single thought in your head 'Wonder how Rindou will react to this.' You stood up from the bed, walked out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen, calling your boyfriend before you began.

"Hey babe, what's up?" Rindou answered instantly, muffled voices being heard close by "Are you busy?" You asked, hoping he didn't have much to do. After a few seconds of nothing but silence, you assume he muted the call, Rindou talked to you again "No not really, why, what happened?" You giggled softly at the concern in his voice, Rin really worries about you.

"Can you come back? I need to show you something." You grinned to yourself while carefully, making sure the hot oil didn't jump to hit your skin "Better be something important or I'll make you sleep on the couch tonight." Rindou's threat caused you to laugh "Like you won't join me in the couch, last I checked you can't sleep without me~" You teased playfully, snickered further when he hung up the phone.

Unfortunately for Sanzu's fun, Rindou had to shoot the targets way earlier than expected while in the call with you, he ignored the scolding from the loyal dog of Bonten and quickly got in his car, trying to act annoyed but deep down the dual haired male couldn't help the curiosity and excitement that bloomed in his chest, what did you have to show him? Did you just want a kiss and hug? Or you were actually in danger?

So when he arrived to your shared penthouse and saw you in the kitchen, some utensils and products still in display he had to sigh "Babe if you wanted to eat together you could've just told me and I'd take you out." Rindou huffed, lightly glaring at you but there wasn't any heat behind it, he'll gladly eat your food "You already promised to take me to dinner tonight so no."

You playfully rolled your eyes before showing him the wrapped up bento box "... What is that?" He looked at you in confusion.

"It's a bento box Rinrin, I made it for you to eat at lunch." You showed the male a closed eye smile "Besides, you mentioned you don't have time for lunch because of paperwork so maybe this is a good alternative..." When you looked back at Rin you were met with his flushed red face.

And then it clicked "Do you like it that much?~" You playfully grinned as Rindou tried to come up with excuses "No it's just too hot in here! I will take the bento- but you need to turn on the air conditioner for fucks sake!" He quickly snatched the packed meal from your hold with a whisper in the middle of the sentence, staring to the side as you continued to tease him.

He then gave you a glare before reaching up and grabbing your jaw, keeping you still before leaning down and kissing you, you flinched in surprise at the sudden intensity "R-rin-" You whined in shock but the other just wasn't letting off.

Sure, you found a new way to tease Rindou but whenever it got too much your boyfriend had an animalistic glint flash in his eyes, deciding to tease you back in the way he knew best.

And whenever Rindou was so close you couldn't help but wonder why he smelled so much like blood. Rindou enjoyed at the gap in your physical abilities as well as knowledge.

'Wonder how much longer am I going to have to play this game?' The dual haired male thought to himself as he stared at you after pulling from the kiss, if you actually knew about his line of work would you be more scared? Angry? Hateful towards him.

'... I'll just have to break their legs so they won't get away.' It was an easy solution, just how a sudden kiss like that made you quiet down.

"Aww look at you two~ already acting like a married couple." Unfortunately Rindou hasn't found any way to get rid of his older brother, so for now he has to take the teasing.

"Is that why you ruined my fun!? Over a fucking shitty lunch!?" Sanzu's voice and word snapped something within Rin, without even looking where he was aiming the purple haired man lifted his gun and pulled the trigger "Tch, I missed." He huffed in annoyance once he didn't hear a body fall to the floor.

"Yeah, cuz you have shitty aim." Sanzu replied, not even flinching when the bullet zipped past him and to the wall "Just finish that bullshit and let's go or I'll leave without you."

Rindou gave Sanzu and annoyed glare as he continued eating the food you made him "You will really kill him one day you know." Ran snickered playfully next to his brother, attempting to grab some of the food but just got his hand slapped away much to Ran's amusement.

"And? So what?" Rindou replied back with a snarl, eyes narrow into a glare, remembering the feel of your lips from earlier he lightly ran his own tongue against his bottom lip.

"Only I get to insult and do whatever I want with [Y/N]. Everything they do should be for me only, they should only spend their time with me. I'll chain them up to the bed if I have to."

-> 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢

You worked at an expensive restaurant Koko liked to visit when he needed a quick snack or a meeting with someone, having caught his attention after you served him a few times. The white haired male always took up your time to talk to you rather than just tell you his order, which thankfully your superior didn't scold you for, almost as if wanting to please Koko came first.

But now after the man had charmed you into accepting a date... Then another date... Then a serious relationship -after you got fired from your job- you were in a dilemma.

It was a fact Koko loved spoiling you with gifts, anything you wanted or as much as glanced at with interest was yours within seconds.

Not to mention every extravagant present he gave you after arriving back from a business trip. Every single diamond and whatnot kept adding to your guilt of not being able to give him something in return, especially after not being able to get a job anywhere else.

'So now I decided to play housewife/househusband/the loving spouse? It really is pathetic.' You sigh to yourself while carefully turning the meat, you knew Koko gave you these gifts because he loved you and didn't want anything in return but you weren't about to just stand there and do nothing about it.

"[Y/N]? What are you doing?" Soon enough you heard Koko's voice, arms wrapping around your waist from behind "Did you pick up another hobby?" You turned to smile at him, and once seeing your face so close Koko couldn't help but to gently peck at your lips "I guess something like that... Do you have any important meeting during lunch today?"

"Hmm... No, none that I've been informed of or that I need to be present for, why do you ask? Do you want to go somewhere?" Koko let go of you, already taking his phone out to check his schedule more thoroughly and possibly delay some smaller meetings to make more time "No! No, none of that! I just... Um..." You quickly exclaimed, a nervous lump forming in your throat when he looked back at you in confusion.

"Well... I decided to make a bento for you to eat at lunch today... So I was just trying to make sure you didn't have any meetings or needed to have lunch with someone." You tried explaining as best, going back to preparing the food despite feeling Koko's eyes glued to you "You're really... Selfless when it comes to me so I wanted to at least do someth-"

"You're so cute~ me? Selfless?" But he interrupted you, walking closer until your bodies were touching and kissed your hair "Nobody has ever complimented me like that before, that's a first~" Koko chuckled when seeing your pout "Well you are! So I'm gonna make the best fucking lunch I can and re-"

"If you want me to be more selfish~" Koko cupped your face, cutting you off once again before tilting his head towards the lunch "Make me this everyday." He all but demanded and the look in his eyes made you flinch "More kisses, hugs, affection." Kokonoi narrowed his eyes at you before smiling "Basically let me get as close as I want~ I really love you and don't know how to show it besides giving you gift, but if you let me do whatever..."

Koko didn't finish, and you began feeling a little uncomfortable but remembered back to all that he's done for you "... Okay, Hajime okay." You gave in, relief washing over you when Koko's usual grin returned to his face as he gave you another hug, patting your head and nuzzling onto your neck "Good girl~"

"Hey... I'm also doing this because I love you you know..." You softly whispered to Koko, feeling him flinch against your body before nodding "Yeah, I know... I love you too..." Too much for your own good.

Soon after he left the penthouse Koko sat in the spacious backseat of the car as someone drove him to his destination, the tinted windows made sure nobody saw what was happening inside. The white haired male stared at the packed lunch you had made him "I should keep it in a freezer as a memory..." It wasn't strange that he kept a collection of your stuff ever since he got interested in you, but this particular lunch kept angering Koko yet he loved how you took the time to make him something.

Did you want to repay him back and escape? He couldn't even let you finish your words when he heard them.

"Repay me back? Fucking... Don't make me laugh." Kokonoi scoffed in annoyance, leaning back on the seat. He wanted to throw it out but YOU also made it for him for romantic intentions "You're just suppose to sit there like a doll and let me do what I want... Selfless? Yeah right." Koko all but laughed when you called him that, if only you knew he was the one to get you fired you from your job with just a phone call.

All your family and friends were paid off to never contact you again, he made sure no other place would hire you to work for them, cutting you off completely so you could rely on him financially and for affection.

"Then again, I don't mind if they feel indebted to me, it's a fun game." A cruel smirk appeared on Kokonoi's face, seeing you full of guilt as you try to pay him back your entire life, but that's only if you remained clueless of his actual intentions. He could just seep in more of his actual desires as you progress your relationship right? Guilt you into staying with him forever.

"They can either accept everything I give them and be my pretty little doll or spend the rest of their life paying me back with their love, body and soul."

-> 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨

Kakucho didn't speak much, he liked to express himself through actions, getting you gifts, reassuring you with hugs, soft kisses, no wonder you fell for the scarred man so quickly, he was so serious yet so sweet when it came to you. Almost putty in your hands even.

Ever so protective over your safety, when someone broke into your house and you called him for help Kakucho all but demanded you move and live with him, the worry in his voice and concern in his face convinced you immediately to pack your stuff- man even carried your luggage the entire time.

"Something I want?" Kakucho looked up from his breakfast and to you, confused "You've just done so much for me, Kaku-chan, is there anything you want me to do? Anything?" You asked more so in curiosity.

Kakucho gave you a long serious stare, you stared back with the same small smile. He looked back down to the breakfast and his lips tugged into a small smile.

"Waking up with you everyday, eating breakfast, going on dates... Hearing you say you love me... It's all I want." Kakucho looked back at you with that soft smile and your heart warmed up at the sight and words.

"Dude I love you so much..."

"Did you really just call your boyfriend dude?" Kakucho laughed in amusement, continuing to eat the food you both prepared in the morning "... Maybe marriage and a few kids along the line." He softly whispered after a few seconds.

"... At this point I'll marry you now." You sighed in content only to see Kakucho look at you in shock, his face heated up to a soft pink and he got serious again, immediately finishing his breakfast and standing up "I'll go buy you a few rings right now-"

"Wait Kakucho- no-"

'Maybe it was for the best.' You thought to yourself, reminding yourself of the failed attempt at trying to stop Kakucho from going to buy rings so you could choose your favorite "He clearly wants some sort of domestic life huh..." You mumbled to yourself as heat rose up in your face, maybe making a bento for him would be the right move for now.

"[Y/N]! I'm back!" Kakucho immediately announced as soon as he entered through the door "I got a call from Sanzu and need to leave for work early so can you decide on the rings yourself... For now..." Kakucho placed the branded bags of jewelry down on the coffee table before walking to the kitchen when he didn't see you in the living room.

"What are you doing angel?" Kakucho asked, were you still hungry? He should've gotten food on the way- "Since... You wanna get married and all, maybe I can make you bentos like these for lunch... I do work from home so I have the time anyways." You answered bashfully, you didn't expect the sudden hug from Kakucho.

Tight and secure... Too tight, almost like he didn't want to let you go.

"I love you so much..." You flinched in surprise, carefully hugging him back "I love you too..." You whispered back, the hug was starting to get suffocating.

Then Kakucho finally let go, showing the ever so gentle smile gracing his face "You don't have to make it for me everyday if you don't want to." But then again he just couldn't help but to reassure you like the loving boyfriend he is, tugging at your heartstrings and making you repeat you were doing this because you loved him.

"My sweet little angel..." Kakucho couldn't help but to mumble, remind himself of you after he was left alone at lunch, clearing his schedule just to complete that sweet little activity you set out for him.

His stare on the box never broke, a possessive glint flashing through his eyes "They made it for me..." A sigh of content. Truly when he had broken into your house just to get a glimpse of you he didn't expect you to be awake. Yet what Kakucho also didn't expect was for you to call him immediatly after and seek help.

"That is true... They should only seek help from me and depend on me..." His expression was blank, mismatched eyes narrowing as a smirk tugged up his lips, you were so sweet to him, as long as Kakucho never let you see the dirty side of his job as Bonten's number 3 then you'll continue to behave properly like this "Love me... Love only me." Kakucho finally had a light to cling onto in his dark world.

"They're such an angel... I... I have no choice but to clip their wings and make sure they stay in hell with me, I won't let them go no matter what."

[cheesus-doodles]

Going Home: Chapter 4

Yandere Platonic Toman + Time Leaper Darling

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Going Home: Chapter 1 | 2 | 3

I kept my promise!! Editing tmr, I'm dead on my feet rn

The neighborhood that Takemichi and Naoto found themselves in was a far cry from the dazzling city lights of Shibuya City that Draken once called home: a suburb outside of the bustling city, where houses and apartments alike that lined the streets as far as the eye can see with the occasional shop breaking the facade. Yet even with the shop entrance nestled off on a side alley, the roads still noticeably buzzed with life as the time drew closer to noon, the hustle and bustle of non-stop traffic and office workers swarming through town that Takemichi remembered had instead been replaced smaller, livelier groups of students filing past with nay a glance at the duo, too caught up in their chatter and gossip of the day.

It was jarring, the former Toman member had to admit, watching the rest of the world go by uncaringly at its own relaxed pace when compared against the urgency of the sticky situation he was in the midst of. Whatever time he spent in the present was time that he couldn’t spend twelve years in the past fixing the future after all. Blue eyes nervously glanced around at every passing soul, before they turned to meet gray ones for the umpteenth time. “Are you sure this is the right place?” The former delinquent asked again, anxiously wringing his hands. He couldn’t help himself, even if Naoto’s sympathetic look had long given way to an annoyed frown. “Maybe we should ring again?”

"No, just give it a minute."

Something felt wrong, yet this ordinary bike shop was precisely where the detective’s digging had pointed him too, the name on the business license unmistakable. So why did it feel so strange? So out-of-place? Takemichi glanced at the shop sign again, the unlit signboard ominously looming over the small alley. 

The questions quickly faded as footsteps started to thunder down what must have been a flight of steps after the doorbell announced their presence outside the nondescript motorcycle shop, the sound of annoyed mumbling growing louder as the footsteps approached. Takemichi held his breath. The door rattled for a brief moment before it was yanked open.

"What?"

The single word was growled out before the figure behind the door was fully visible, and Takemichi’s soul nearly left his body as he came face to face with a clearly pissed off Draken. The former Vice Captain of Toman had only grown taller and more intimidating with every passed year, and now twelve years in the future, he made for one formidable figure, blond hair now back to its natural black. A minute of silence as Draken looked between the two, before recognition sparked behind those abyss eyes. “Takemichi?” 

“It’s me,” was all said man managed to squeak back.

Letting out a sigh, the bike mechanic dressed in overalls visibly relaxed, the hand clutching a wrench dropping to hang loosely by his side. “It’s been years.”

"It has been," Takemichi nervously laughed, before waving over to a very calm Naoto. “This is Naoto, a friend of mine.”

"So what do the two of you want?"

Straight to the point huh. The time leaper took a gulp of air, steeling his nerves. “W-well, um, Draken-kun, we actually wanted to ask about the… seventh founding member of Toman.” They wanted to ask about you was, what Takemichi wanted to say, but all those instances of being drilled again and again by Chifuyu to avoid saying your name at all costs twelve years ago stopped his heavy tongue from spitting it out.

Another pause as the larger man stared him down, and this time, the stillness was palpable. Takemichi could feel the sweat rolling down the side of his head, waiting for a reaction. His gut only churned more. This was not good,

Quicker than he could see, the next thing the time traveller could process was him being lifted cleanly off the ground by the front of his shirt, his face suddenly leveled with a furious Draken’s. “What?” The Toman founder hissed, the vein on his forehead throbbing. “Wanna repeat that?”

Fuck.

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Slamming the door shut behind him, the once-Toman Vice President cursed under his breath as he stormed out from the back room. How fucking dare he. How dare Takemichi come asking for information on you. He had been inches from turning that turd face into a smear on the ground for soiling the memory of you with his thoughts.

Yet for all the anger smeared across his face in plain sight for customers and passers-by alike to see, it was an uncomfortable turmoil that brewed in the base of his gut, one that Draken knew came from a lack of closure. Of course he had been keeping his ear to the ground all these years - how could he not, when you meant and still mean the world to him - but the last thing he expected to happen today would be to be reminded of you and your sudden disappearance twelve years ago and the quick downfall of everything else that followed. You had always been the center of the Tokyo Manji Gang, after all. 

In a vain attempt to distract himself from the sudden flurry of memories and thoughts, the former delinquent picked up a socket wrench and pulled out a stool. There was nothing more he could do at the moment, Draken tried to convince himself, busying his hands with loosening the bolts of a motorcycle engine; all Takemichi and his detective friend had brought were more questions instead of answers, but he was certain that he would have heard of any news regarding you.

A buzz as the bell to the backroom door went off once more, and every last shred of concentration the man with the dragon tattoo had left instantly went down the gutter. His mind leapt straight back to Takemichi as the vulgarities and curses started to flow once more. If it was that bastard again with his questions, he swears- “What?!” He barked out as the door flew open once more with a bang, not sparing a second glance as to who it was.

But it wasn’t the two black mobs of hair he had expected to see standing outside, instead being greeted by an awfully familiar swish of a ponytail that Draken hadn’t seen in years, the green of an apron with the logo of a pet shop striking against the backdrop of a dull, gray alley. Those distinct yellow eyes of Baji, once sharp and methodical, were instead completely blown wide with panic, the other shoving the screen of a smartphone straight at him. “It’s- it’s-” The words died away before they could leave his tongue; the former Toman’s First Division Captain clearly too shocked by something to say a hello or even notice Draken’s foul mood. And the temperamental pet shop delinquent would have never let that kind of tone drop without a fight.

The motorcycle engineer simply snatched up the phone to take a better look himself. “What am I looking at?” A pause, a sudden silence as Draken continued to squint at the screen while Baji collected his thoughts and emotions.

“It’s her.”

Draken almost dropped the phone as soon as the other blurted out those two laden words. “What?” The man muttered, his voice lost to disbelief. He knew, of course, who Baji was referring to. “That’s not possible.” It simply wasn’t. He would have known if you had been seen.

“Look.” Snatching back his phone, Baji clicked into one of his conversations, before turning the screen back around. “A message from her number. Yesterday night. I only saw it when I woke up.”

Draken’s mind instantly jumped to his earlier visit, and Takemichi’s probing questions about you. Was this related? Did he know something that Draken did not? Logic told the tattooed man otherwise - as much as he would have liked for you to have appeared out of thin air, there must be a different explanation. “Could it have been Mikey?” It must be, since they both knew that Bonten had continued to maintain your number all these years, Mikey having never really gotten over your sudden disappearance.

“So you don’t know about this either, huh?” The once First Division Captain shook his head, frowning as he concentrated. “Why would he send something like this?” 

And that was true: the way the message started with a very hesitant “to whoever this number now belongs to” and directly addressed to a “hopefully Baji-kun”, there was no doubt that it must be you. What was the chance someone else with the same name as you would also know that this was Baji’s personal number? But how?

Any conversation left between the two died away, the two men left to ponder. The world, of course, simply kept turning, passersby eagerly making their way to unknown destinations, strolling past the small alley without a second glance at the duo, while the occasional vehicle rattled and raced down wide, empty roads.

Letting out a sigh, Draken stepped aside, waving at his once close-friend into the dimly-lit backroom. “I think you best come in. I’ll close up shop for the day.”

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Twelve years in the past, despite your best efforts, you once again found yourself in the thick of things.

You sighed. “This is a bit of an overkill, don’t you think boys?” The rattling of chains seemed to agree with you, the metal links rubbing and clanking against each other as they followed the cuffed hand you raised to shake amusedly at the Toman founders huddled around you. Back twelve years in the past and once more separate from Takemichi’s time leaping woes, things were hardly going any better for you. “I’m really not going anywhere, I promise.”

To no one’s surprise, the boys disagreed, and they were far from afraid to make that known despite your assurances; you could tell from the tightening clutches and tugging on your shirt, and that was if you could ignore the immediate protests and whining and whimpering that broke out. But you couldn’t really blame them, you suppose, musing to yourself as you rested your chin atop a shifty Mikey’s head, unchained hand moving to gently hold Draken’s much larger one as Kazutora tried his best to snuggle his way into the crook of your neck and probably under your skin as well. After all, it had been just a single night since you had made your sudden reappearance in the small alley a stone’s throw away from your school in a gust of wind, and three nights since you first disappeared. You were sure this was the first and longest time your boys had been apart from you ever since they entered your life.

“You did disappear though,” Mitsuya’s voice cut above the others, those dark, heavy eyebags that clung to the bottom of his and everyone else’s eyes telling you everything you needed to know. “And we still haven’t figured out what caused you to… vanish.”

“To time travel,” you corrected gently. It was easy to tell that the delinquents around you were still uncertain about how you managed to slip their grasp without their knowledge, let alone accept the idea of you having somehow leapt into the future, somewhere that they were unable to follow you to. They had always been protective of you, perhaps because of the difference between their strength and yours.

Allowing your gaze to take a wander away from the mobs of hair of various colors gathered around you, your bedroom was exactly how you remembered it had been even twelve years in the future, your belongings having been left in the exact same spot all those years. Well, aside from the unmade bed where you had fallen asleep amidst the pile of delinquents the previous night, that is. Your present blankets were left still tossed aside into a messy pile, and you couldn’t help but wonder how your Toman friends knew how to fold them back the same way you always had. Did they also take turns keeping your home clean all those years? You wondered if they had managed to share such a difficult task that would have carried so many possibly painful memories. Which inevitably led your line of thought straight back to the various questions that had been plaguing your mind: where was the future you? What happened to Mikey that left him in such a state? And where were the rest of your Toman friends?

Yet all you had were more and more questions. Shaking yourself out of your ponderings, you focused your gaze back onto the lively group of delinquents. “I don’t know what’s going on either, but it’s probably linked to the onomori you boys gave me for safekeeping.” The same purple-and-gold charm from the very founding of the gang, the same onomori that had been stabbed during that life-threatening attack on Ken-chin you tried in vain to stop, the same one that Sanzu had accidentally discovered could summon you back from the future: it now hung from a metal chain under said Vice Captain’s shirt, pressed tight against his sternum where it could get constant skin contact, and more importantly, safe from the grabby fingers of Mikey and Kazutora.

The blond-haired delinquent with the intimidating dragon tattoo only instinctively reached for the onomori once more, as if to assure himself it was still there, the collar of his shirt crumpling as he closed his fist around the bloodstained, amateurishly-patched charm. Now that they had it, you mused, there shouldn’t be any more issues.

Baji, who had earlier been shoved aside by a bawling Kazutora, grumpily poked your side, and you jumped a little in response. “So what happens in the future?” The black-haired boy asked, as you beckoned him closer, patting an empty spot to your right where he could lean up against your shoulder.

Ah, you had hoped that their line of thought wouldn’t have gone there. Because how were you supposed to respond? You hesitated, the white-haired bony, tired figure of the future Mikey roaring straight back to the front of your mind with that question. Should you be telling them about the future? Sure that would be the easiest way to ensure that that particular timeline never happened, given you were sure this would be the first time your boys will have ever heard of this predicament you found yourself in, but what if you accidentally changed the future for the worse? What if you did something irreversible that only made a bigger mess?

Maybe it would be better if you kept things to yourself first - you could always tell them the full truth later on if you needed to. Keeping that in mind, you were quick to school your face back to a neutral expression, though the brief flash of internal panic across your face at that question was enough to raise suspicion. Kazutora instantly leapt to his feet, tears that had already been dried starting to well once more at the corner of reddened eyes, lips starting to quaver once more as he jabbed a finger in your direction. “Y-you left us,” his word ladened with accusation, those sandy brown eyes clouding over as the waterworks flowed. “You did, didn’t you? You m-married someone else in the future.”

And he sounded so convinced by his own words too, you amusedly noted, as if it had already happened because he said so. “I did not,” you stated simply, reaching over to affectionately pat his knee. “I told you, you boys will always be my priority.” You weren’t sure how the delinquent with the duo-colored hair came to that particular conclusion, though you supposed it was simply just jealous. 

Draken raised an imposing eyebrow. “And you don’t want to tell us what happens because?”

“Because I’m afraid it changes the future for the worse.”

“What can you tell us?”

You hummed, your eyes glancing momentarily towards the ceiling as you thought before returning to meet Draken’s gaze. “My room was still exactly the same in the future.”

“Really?” Pah looked intrigued at the idea.

“Yup! Whoever did it did a good job too, my blankets were even folded back neatly.”

Outside, your neighbor was quiet as it always was right at noon, with students yet to be released from their classes and workers still congregated under the big city lights. It was strange, looking over roads and houses that you knew would stand the test of time, leaving you to wonder if the neighbors you were well-acquainted with still occupied their homes in the future you came from. Letting out a sigh as you leaned back onto your bedroom wall, you stretched out lazily as best as you could. “Say,” you ventured. “Did you happen to meet future me?”

Kazutora sniffled, just as Mikey lifted his head to stare blankly at you, as if your question had been asked in Martian. “W-what?” “What?”

”Nothing,” you hastily concluded. Seems like the ‘future you’ was somehow missing, and you noted that down mentally in case you needed that.

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Thankfully the subject of your apparently strange question was dropped before you had to elaborate any further on your awkward question, with dirty looks immediately being exchanged between the two still clung to you, though the black-and-yellow haired boy’s ire was quickly stolen 

You hadn’t missed Mitsuya’s unwillingness to mingle with the rest for the entire length of the time the six boys had been gathered, the lilac-haired boy keeping a careful distance from Kazutora in particular, nor did you miss Kazutora’s and Mikey’s seeming aversion to each other’s presence as well, the ugly stink eyes they shot at each other over your shoulders while attempting to jab at each other when they thought you weren’t looking hard to pass over. It was clear that your disappearance had sparked a fight between the Toman founders, and though the exact details were still lost on you, it wouldn’t do to leave this crack to split any further as far as you could help it. Huffing at Kazutora’s more insistent grip around your waist, an indulgent smile pulled at the corner of your lips as you beckoned at Mitsuya to join the huddle, before your hand moved to gently stroke a pouting Mikey’s back. “Have you boys been fighting again?”

“No.” “No.” The immediate denials, combined with their gazes instantly dropping from yours, were suspicious to say the least. You imagined that they had, in fact, been fighting while you were lost to the flow of time. You wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest.

Tutting, you dished out forehead kisses to the beefing delinquents, feeling them melt away against you. “If I cook some tempura for everyone for lunch, would you be willing to make up?”

You didn’t need to wait long to get your answer.

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Days started to pass, the hours slipping through your fingers like water. Every minute brought you further and further from your little trip to the future, your disappearance from this present. Your boys had yet to let up with their obsessive observations of you as you expected. It had, after all, just been four days since your return. You simply took it in stride, having no qualms about them wanting to tail you anywhere and everywhere, clinging to a limb or to your back as you went about your day; it definitely beat being confined to just your bedroom and cuffed to your bedpost. With enough reassurances about how you really wouldn’t leave them, and that no, you couldn’t control your time traveling, you even managed to convince your delinquents to let you back out into the wider world for accompanied trips to the supermarket and snack shops. School, however, was still out of the question for the foreseeable future (you tried).

The afternoon sky overhead was unusually overcast, the threat of rain only growing more convincing with every passing minute. Strong gusts of wind rattled windows and doors, ferrying the heavy gray clouds straight in your direction as the humidity only seemed to climb higher and higher, and you were very certain that a thunderstorm was brewing despite the continued absence of thunder. Yet here you were, you mused, as you sat on a curb with a drink in hand, alone outside for the first time in a week while you waited for Baji to settle some differences with the other delinquents inside the store. Come to think of it, you couldn’t remember the last time you had been left truly alone ever since your disappearance, though clearly, Baji not wanting you to watch him fight sat higher on the priority list. It probably wasn’t going to take long anyway.

A pause as you scratched mindlessly at your skin under the cuff. Did Baji from the future also like to fight as much as your current Baji?

Despite the possibility of you returning to that particular future being close to zero in your opinion, given that the boys had a good handle on that purple-gold charm, but you couldn’t help but think back on the white-haired Mikey from the future that had melted in your arms, that you had left behind. Ah no, not left behind, you corrected yourself, as you tried to wave away the instant guilt that settled in your heart. Technically - technically it was just one of many possible futures, and that particular future where your friend had suffered so much could have already been changed.

But something deep in your gut told you that you were wrong. Pushing that line of thinking to the back of your head, you instead opted to amuse yourself with the shenanigans of the past few days as you waited.

You had, for one, been cooking almost non-stop for your boys ever since your return: breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert and snacks. Unusual, certainly, and you didn’t have to of course: no one was forcing you to, even if your clingy trio had the strongest pouty faces and watery eyes you knew, but you did feel like you had to make it up to them for all the worry. You did however get a lot of amusement attempting to send them to the supermarket with a grocery list. 

And then there was the matter of Sanzu and the residue guilt that you couldn’t shake off. Sure, this Sanzu was not the same as the pink-haired man from the future with the crazy eyes, but you still wanted to put things right. Consoling yourself that even if it did change the future, a Sanzu that you were on amicable terms on was much better than dealing with someone that absolutely hated your guts for reasons beyond you, and apologizing in advance never caused any harm. It did take a lot of pleading, cajoling and outright bribery, but you finally manage to get Mikey and Draken to reluctantly agree to allow you to meet with the Fifth Division Vice Captain, though the two did remain very suspicious of how you knew the other.

Your lips were sealed from any further details, and you said your apologies and your thanks without giving out much information to the confusion of the boy with the mask, though thankfully for everyone involved, the meeting went rather uneventfully. Much to your dismay, the other was most likely forbidden from speaking to you, simply opting to listen quietly and then nodding at the end of your rambling, but you didn’t want to give him any more trouble - you didn’t trust your boys’ usual excuse that Sanzu was just quiet by nature and didn’t like to talk; they have been using that excuse for years by now. At least, you comforted yourself, you did manage to slip him another bag of karaage while a pouting Mikey was distracted.

You breathed out, watching another car whizz by as you took a sip from the bottle of iced tea. Beaded sweat that clung to your hair was dabbed off with a handkerchief, the humidity of the already hot afternoon only rising as the rain-laden clouds, gray from their load, rolled threateningly closer.

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Glancing at your watch, you decided that it had been a long enough period of time for you to venture back into the small shop, the plastic bag hanging from your wrist rustling as you stood - your delinquent friend should be about done by now. But all you managed to take was a single step before you were quickly stopped once more. “Oh-” You blinked, shaking off the surprise, the black of the other’s shirt that you ran into momentarily blocking your entire field of vision. “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

An annoyed tsk was all you earned it seemed as you quickly moved aside, and as your gaze was raised from the ground to meet the other, your obstacle was quickly revealed to be a boy with streaked yellow and blue hair, pierced violet eyes staring down at you through the circle lens of gold-rimmed glasses. A face you didn’t recognize from anywhere, not even the future. One that you would usually apologize again, write to the back of your mind, and then quickly move on to avoid any trouble, though the trailing blood leaking from the other’s nose and the bruises that decorated his face made you pause. “You’re hurt! Are you okay?”

”Fuck off.”

You didn’t let that bother you. “Don’t worry,” you assured, showing the other the scar left on your palm back from when you tried to save Ken-chin from that knife attack. “I’m a professional.” 

That seemed to confuse the boy enough for you to leap into action as his violet eyes looked bewilderedly between the small mark and your confident gaze. Whipping open your bag, you produced a small bottle of ointment and a few bandages, basic supplies that you always kept on hand for your own delinquent boys. “What’s your name?” You asked cheerfully as you ever so gently dabbed the dark spots before sticking a bandage over. 

“Rindo,” the boy answered. You replied with your own name, and that was that.

Carefully rinsing and repeating your procedure with each bruise till you were done (you were rather surprise he let you, if you were being honest), you passed him a tissue for his nose after with strict instructions to blow out the blood and not swallow it.

The other obediently held the tissue to his nose without complaints, as if silently asking if you were done now and to leave him alone. Not that you noticed, too busy rummaging through the convenience store plastic bag and retrieving a wrapped piece of taiyaki, to which you pressed it into his hand. “Here! For you,” you lifted your own open drink. “Sorry, I only bought one drink.” 

The ring of the convenience store door opening again was a bell that cut off any further conversations, and you waved a short bye to your newfound friend before rushing over to meet an exiting and very grumpy Baji.

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Once more separated from you by simple time, the gunshot shattered the tension weighing down the freezing air of the refrigerated warehouse, finally silencing the annoying muffled begging as the bullet cleaved through flesh as effortlessly as a butcher’s knife through tuna. A click as the used shell was expelled, yet hushness was quick to fall once more over the warehouse despite the area being far from empty. Mikey exhaled, his warm breath leaving a trail of fog behind in the cold air even as the man simply continued to stare blankly ahead, abyss eyes fixed on some unknown spot off from where the traitor’s head had been just a minute earlier, gun lowered to hang limply by his side. 

A stone’s throw away, unusually alert green eyes framed by long pink lashes remained trained on the unmoving Mikey, the corners of Sanzu’s scarred mouth remained downturned as he contemplated what he had just witnessed. Far from the blood and death that bothered the made man, it was rather the sight of Mikey being there amidst the pooling blood instead of him, Bonten’s Hammer. After all, it was rare - unheard of - for the boss to personally bloody his hands with the dirty work, yet this was far from being the first instance of such an exception happening this week alone, be it to rivals, traitors or Bonten members alike. There had been several close calls for even the executives where the various members had found themselves at the business end of Mikey’s gun, Sanzu included, though fortunately there hadn’t been any accidental deaths yet. 

And it was clear they remembered the past week’s incidents, Bonten’s Number Two breaking from his thoughts to throw an accusatory glance Kakucho’s way, given how everyone else was happy to let the boss stew, content with their quiet observation from a safe distance. Said black-haired man returned Sanzu’s icy look with a shrug that said everything: no one was too sure what was going to accidentally set Mikey off next, and with how trigger happy the man has been in the past few days, no one was quite keen to find out either. 

Which left only Sanzu to do the job - the same man who had just been discharged from hospital after committing the ultimate sin and still very much neck deep in Mikey’s shit list - but still the only person left willing to risk his life. And he didn’t even have any drugs left - that shithead of a doctor in Bonten’s infirmary ward had confiscated his own stash on top of denying him any painkillers. Traitors, the whole lot of them. 

The soles of Sanzu’s handcrafted shoes crunched atop the icy floor as he hesitantly took a few steps in the direction of his king.“Mikey?” 

No response. Not a twitch. 

The white-haired man seemed to barely even be breathing, lost to the breaking world in his mind. And there was no doubt about what caused this spiral. After all, it had been a mere three nights since you disappeared from his arms. Four days since Mikey had completely stopped eating or sleeping; and the few times Sanzu had caught the other nodding off for a few minutes before something wretched him back awake once more didn’t count. Short stubble dotting his chin, his mob of white, uncombed hair unkept atop his head, and still dressed in the same days-old clothes, it was as if he had ceased to function completely, and it was because of you that Sanzu’s king was rotting away, perishing before his eyes. A ruthless, cold man Mikey was as the head of the largest criminal syndicate in Japan, but twelve long years apart and for him to have only a taste of his darling you before some unknown force wretched you away from him again; it was as if the spark to keep slugging onwards had finally been extinguished from the broken man, and the strongman facade was starting to crack. 

Despite the pink-haired man’s continued disdain for you, he understood, but there was nothing more he could do. Every available resource at Bonten’s disposal had already been committed to combing every inch of Tokyo, and all they could do now was wait. Letting out a sigh, Sanzu closed the distance, taking the few steps that brought him elbow to elbow with the boss, with just a couple of inches between the two. “Mikey? You alright?” He tried again.

Silence once more blanketed the area as his words drifted off and died, the freezing air in the refrigerated warehouse thick and heavy and hard to breathe. Off in the distance, Rindo shivered from behind the seat of a forklift, the chill finally getting to the younger of the Haitani brothers, but the world still fell silent. 

At least this time Mikey did react, though not to Sanzu, the Bonten boss simply turning away from his right hand man, slippers making nay a sound as he padded away towards the exit, body listing from side to side with every step. “Ah, is it?” The ragged whisper that fell from Mikey’s lips seemed to echo louder than the earlier gunshot, unsteady steps threatening to give way under the man’s frail frame as he muttered to himself. “It was me? I see.”

All Sanzu could do was watch and grimace, hand moving to grip the bottom of his striped vest, knuckles turning white from his tight, frustrated clench. Mikey wasn’t speaking to any of the executives present, no, but to you: the whispering, taunting version of you that lived rent-free in Mikey’s hallucinations and delusions. Like a ghost that refused to depart, your shade haunting the white-haired man’s every move despite your absence, staying just beyond his grasp yet so mockingly close - who knew what kind of vicious words you were tormenting him with?

Even as he still questioned what had led to his intense dislike of you in the first place, he knew that the real you would never do such a thing, especially considering the tenderness with which he had previously witnessed you holding Mikey’s bony hand with. Definitely not to Mikey, but that was a matter for a different time. Shaking his head to clear his mind, the second-in-command tuned out those nagging voices, letting out a sigh that instantly fogged up into a cloud of white fog as he turned his attention back on the unstable man in front of him. Truly, having to live with this amount of clarity at all times was painful.

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One step wrongly placed, and time felt as if it came to a crawl as Mikey’s slipper failed to get a grasp on the thin layer of ice that coated the cement tiles, the already lethargic man looked as if he would be meeting the ground under his own weakened legs, white hair streaming out behind the Bonten boss as he descended. 

Sanzu moved. “Wait Mikey, you’re-” Calloused hands shot out in an attempt to catch his falling king, though it seemed too little too late, that signature black shirt brushing past the tips of his fingers.

But in that instant, the former up-and-coming delinquent was quicker, a speed reminiscent of his glory days as Toman’s President as he caught himself with little difficulty. “Don’t you fucking touch her,” the guttural growl reverberated across the tin-roofed building, and in one smooth move, the black pistol whipped around to lined straight up with the centre of Sanzu’s forehead, the black, heavy eyebags that clung to the bottom of Mikey’s eyes scrunching up as his gaze narrowed dangerously.

The world held its breath as green eyes met abyss ones. 

A second ticked by. 

A bead of sweat gathered along Sanzu’s pink hairline despite the freezing temperature, trickling down the side of his face. Was this it?

Another second.

Perhaps it was a mere moment of recognition that glimmered behind those exhausted eyes to which clung black, heavy eyebags, perhaps it was your specter taking pity on him, saving him from what was an unenviable fate. Whatever it had been, the heaved sigh of relief that slipped out from Sanzu’s scarred lips started his world spinning once more as the barrel of the gun was lowered, the other’s bony arm shaking from the effort of holding up the pistol. He hadn’t been sure if Mikey would squeeze the trigger, and even though he wouldn’t have been too angry to die by his liege’s hands, it was far from the right time to leave the other to those spiralling thoughts. He did, after all, swear an oath to keep the former Toman President safe; he had for all this time and he will continue to do so, even if it meant keeping Mikey safe from himself.

The palpable stillness persisted as seven pairs of various colored eyes watched Mikey turn once more to leave, soundless steps reverberating through the tense air as his abnormally delicate figure grew smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared behind the half-open warehouse door, long tendrils of cold fog lazily trailing out after him.

Running one hand through his mob of pink hair, Sanzu took a glance around at the rest of the executives present as a silent grumble slipped his lips; it was rare to see anything but amusement on the faces of these usually desensitized criminals, and even rarer for everyone present to be of the same thought. And if it had been anything but this conundrum, the pink-haired second in command wouldn’t have wasted any time in giving it to them for showing such useless emotions. But with the quickly deteriorating state of their boss as the hours and days go by and no sign of your return or your presence anywhere, there was little they could do but watch with concern as Mikey wasted away. 

Despite the already ongoing search looking non-stop for you, all day and all night, a tightening knot at the base of his gut combined with a nagging feeling told Sanzu that they were unlikely to find you anywhere, his mind instantly leaping back to the pounding headache and the change in his memory back when he awoke in the infirmary four days ago. Why did he stop hating you with every fiber of his being previously? How did you do that? No matter what the others said, there was definitely something off about his sudden change of heart with regards to you, Sanzu knew without doubt, and he would get to the bottom of this.

For now, what he needed to figure out was what combination of begging and groveling would be enough to get Mikey to at least accept some water.

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Yet just three hours later, Mikey’s situation had already taken a turn for the worse. Four days without food, let alone sleep, would do anyone in, and even the once undefeated Toman President was no exception. Now standing alone, consumed by the darkness of the last untrodden area in Bonten headquarters, Sanzu knew he was breaking every rule worth remembering, doing something so explicitly forbidden by his king. But as he rummaged through mostly empty cupboards and amidst the little belongings owned by the infinitely wealthy yakuza boss in a bid to find something, anything that could help, the black hole of spiraling thoughts that encompassed the events of the past thirty minutes overriding any awareness he had the items passing through his hands. 

After all, it had been him who had come across Mikey, his near-skeletal figure sprawled unconscious across plush carpets halfway down Executive Row, just meters away from the worn white door of his bedroom. It had been him who had scooped the man into his arms and rushed him down to the infirmary, grimly noting how the man weighed barely anything. And it had also been him, on his knees and his forehead to the ground, pleading with a conscious Mikey to allow the doctor to administer a fluid IV, only for the other to reject his fervent imploring with a simple turn of his head, those exhausted abyss eyes breaking from his teary green ones wordlessly to stare blankly at the ceiling. Because no words needed to be said for Sanzu to know what the boss demanded: he would accept nothing less than your return and your cooking.

Despite the white-haired man not being present, allowing the light from the hallway outside to pour into the usually unilluminated room - the gloom and morbidness just as Mikey likes it - felt too much like the discretion of such a sacred space to the ever-loyal Sanzu, though this did leave him to conduct his hunt with just the sliver of light that sipped in from under the door. The cold sweat that gathered and pooled on his palms was hastily wiped away on striped pants as the usually high second-in-command attempted to focus back on his searching, green eyes scanning around in a desperate attempt to find something that could help, a clue that could point to where you were, anything. 

This was all your fault. Was there nothing he could do but let fate play out?

It was only as Sanzu threw up his arms in exasperation did a glimmer from the furthest end of the room catch the corner of his eye; the small amount of light that reflected back seemed to sparkle even in the dark. The faintest shimmer of gold. What was that? A cautious few steps revealed the source to be a school bag - your school bag, judging from the neatly written name on the tag - that you had failed to take with you for whatever reason. And more importantly, hanging from the front of the bag from a zipper was that notorious purple-and-gold onomori that had him recoil his hand as if burnt. 

No doubt it was the same one that still haunted his every step, one that marked you as off-limits all those years ago on the threat of torture and death. Yet -

The Bonten man reached out, gripping the onomori with one fist. He vaguely remembered something from many years ago, maybe twelve or more, when you first disappeared, when you first gave him that bag of karaage. He had been the one to find your charm, and if his scrambled memory hasn’t failed him, the simple of act of picking up this charm had summoned you out of thin air. Though after holding it for a rough five minutes, Sanzu sighed, undoing the simple note that kept the charm tied to your bag before standing. He probably just dreamt that particular one up during one of his highs.

Still, the man noted as he wrapped the small item ever so carefully in a clean handkerchief and tucked it into his breast pocket, it was probably precious to Mikey. Something to lift his spirits a bit maybe, if it did nothing else - anything that would keep his king going until you could be located. 

And pressing it into said man’s weak hand later, and watching the charm disappear under sterile white blankets as Mikey retracted his thin arm, it was all too clear to Sanzu that the other was running out of time. If they don't find you soon, Mikey dies. 

Turning to leave his boss to his thoughts, the right-hand man decided that he didn’t quite enjoy all the stress. He could use a smoke about now.

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The sight of the empty lot where your school building formerly sat brought that familiar gut-sinking feeling back to your abdomen, one that you didn’t think you would be feeling again. Running one hand through your hair, you let a sigh escape your lips. You were back in the future again, it seems. Whether this was the same future or a different one, or even if you had skipped ahead the same number of years was something that was beyond you at the moment, and you had even less on you this time then the previous incident, having been caught in your literal pajamas right as you were about to head to bed. Which came with a secondary problem, one that you found by simply looking up - it was still the middle of night.

The neighborhood where your school once was was silent as it always was at this time of day, with most students and adults alike usually asleep by this time of day. Slipping your phone out from your pocket, you noted that the battery was dead once more: was it just a side effect of the time leaping?

Patting down the rest of your pajamas only confirmed that you had none of your house keys on you unlike your previous experience, which only meant that you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. Though heading back home wouldn’t be a bad idea if this was still the same timeline, and your feet started to carry you down familiar paths once more. Yes, you were sure at least someone would know you were back if you waited by the front door.

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Takemichi let out an exasperated grunt, ruffling his hands through his hair. He had been back and forth from the future twice in the last four days alone, plus that disaster meeting with Draken, and nothing. No clues, no progress, nothing. You were still nowhere to be found. Kicking a stone down empty roads, the former Toman delinquent felt truly helpless for the first time. If his time leaping ability was being overridden by yours, then there was no point to what he was putting himself through - he couldn’t change the future until they could figure out how to stop yours.

And that meant…

The black-haired man shook his head vigorously in an attempt to stop his thoughts from going down that beckoning abyss. No, he couldn’t give up now. Taking a deep breath, Takemichi looked up, fists clenched determined by his side. 

It was the middle of the night now, and the streets were completely empty of souls, with the exception of him wandering down aimlessly. In the distant, an occasional rumble of the engine of a passing vehicle, though none passed his way. But Naoto had mentioned that this area was where your school once stood, plus you lived not too far away as well, and therefore if you were really a time leaper, then there was a high chance this was the place you would return to. It made sense, Takemichi agreed, but this was already the umpteeth time he had searched.

Pulling one hand down his face, a flash of hair in the distance caught the man’s eye before it quickly disappeared behind a wall, too fast for him to even register. That looked like…you? Was that a hallucination? 

A quick jog forward took Takemichi to the bend in the street, but when he looked round the corner, whatever trace of whoever it had been walking the roads was already gone.

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Across the bustling city of Tokyo, Rindo froze mid-step. 

Yet the sudden lack of movement was lost on Ran. The evening traffic had yet to let up outside, the rumbling of cars and the occasional horn cutting through the unnatural silence that hung inside the tiny shop tucked just a street away from the main road, though it was precisely the quietness that had carried with it the promise of an earlier rest. Careful to avoid dirtying his shoes with blood, the older Haitani had already made his way to the exit, suit jacket casually swung over one shoulder, gun tucked away safely and out of his side under his vest. “Let’s head straight back to base, Rindo,” Ran groaned, running one hand through his short purple hair only to grimace upon realizing that said hand was caked with someone else’s blood. Today was really not going his way. “You can grab a drink at the rooftop bar or something, I don’t know.”

Yanking the front door open with a grunt, said Bonten executive didn’t stop to hear if there was a response from his younger brother, instead opting to step straight out and back onto the narrow side alley, the buzzing streetlight overhead as if a welcome back from the grim of that filthy store and its dead, traitorous owner. Taking a breath of the comparatively better smelling air outside, Ran stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pants, pulling out a sole crumpled cigarette and a handful of change - but no lighter. Not even a match. Fuck this fucking disgusting job.

Ran turned, hand already outstretched. “Rindo, do you have a light -” And it was only then did it hit him that his brother had not followed him out. Rindo was still in the store for some goddamn reason, and he had to go back in there. The feared mafia officer sighed. This had better be important.

Alas, he spoke too soon.

“I think my memories just changed,” was seemingly all that Rindo could bring himself to mumble at the chime that came with the opening door, the man with the long purple hair still standing by the row of unpowered display refrigerators where Ran had last seen him, violet eyes staring down at the blood pooling around the cooling bodies sprawled on the floor. The stench of iron didn’t seem to bother the younger Haitani, too caught up in his jumbled mind as Rindo tried to make head or tail of what had just happened.

Ran, however, was far from impressed, simply propping both his hands on his hips and raising one eyebrow at that statement. “Did you get into Sanzu’s drug stash?”

The sheer vileness of that statement alone was enough to shake Rindo out from his own little world, with said man snapping straight back into reality ready for a fight. “How dare you-” the younger of the two let out a cough, the sudden thick smell of death and blood that made itself known to his previously oblivious nostrils choking up his airway momentarily. “How dare you say that.”

“Well, what else am I supposed to say when you talk dumb shit?”

“It’s not dumb shit, fuck you Ran! My memories changed!” Rindo insisted, carelessly stepping over the bodies at his feet, Ran wincing at the blood splattering up and all over his brother’s shoes. That would be a pain to clean later. 

But still, the older Haitani led the way back outside and into the fresher air of the alleyway, before turning around to better understand the situation his dear brother seemed to have found himself in. “Alright, if not pink pills, then what happened?”

Rindo himself still seemed to be struggling to make head or tail of what had just happened, letting out a groan as the man with the long purple hair rubbed his temple with one hand. “It was after we shot those two inside. All of a sudden, my head felt like it was about to explode for a second, and I suddenly knew…stuff. Things that I didn’t know before."

“Like what?”

“You know you were telling me about Mikey’s girl earlier?”

“Uh huh.”

“I’ve never met her, and before the job, I couldn’t tell you what color her hair was. I can pick her out from a line of schoolgirls now.”

“Oh.”

Violet eyes met each other, and as if on instinct, both men thought back to the Bonten infirmary just days earlier, where an eerily similar sentence had been muttered. Sanzu. Ran sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “So it wasn’t the drugs.” This day was just getting worse and worse. “Let’s head back and sync up.”

“Sure,’ Rindo shrugged, scratching the back of his head as he nonchalantly followed his older brother, the purple-haired duo stepping out onto the busy main street and blending into the crowd, blood splattered shoes a distant thought. “I do remember her being pretty nice though.”

Ran raised an eyebrow, as he absentmindedly fiddled with his earring. “Pretty nice or pretty and nice?”

The younger Haitani audibly tsked, raising one leg to kick at the other’s. “You know what I said.”

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The lighter, joky mood that the brothers shared didn’t last past their return to Bonten HQ, much to Ran’s disappointment, the usually silent place abuzz with a rare, panic atmosphere. Men and women alike dressed in neatly pressed suits rushing every which way, the small bulge under their suit jacket where their guns were strapped to an unspoken reminder of where they were - no doubt the communicators fixed to their ears were all but alight with barked orders and updates. Casually grabbing a passing grunt, it took a mere moment and single shouted objection for the poor soul to realize who exactly had grabbed him by the back of his shirt, the purple and green striped suits too iconic to be mistaken. “Ah- oh, Haitani-sama.”

“What’s going on?” Ran didn’t need to see through those dark sunglasses to see the other’s shifty look: the nameless Bonten grunt was definitely contemplating the chance of him being dead within the next five minutes as opposed to the next hour.

”Uh-“

Rindo reached threateningly into the depths of his suit, and sweat began to pour off the other’s forehead. “You know,” the younger of the two Haitanis started. “I’ve had a really bad day.”

”No, please, Haitani-sama, I’m not sure-“

Fortunately for all three men involved, the interrogation was brought to quick and uneventful close with the appearance of an all-too familiar mob of pink hair just as Rindo pulled a lollipop out to pop into his mouth. The grunt was let go to scramble off as both sets of violet eyes snapped to the unusual sight of Sanzu impatiently tapping his foot soundlessly against the plush carpet of the foyer, smoking cigarette held between scarred lips as the man looked around before glancing once more at his watch. 

A smirk instantly began to pull at Ran’s lips as he stuffed both hands into the pockets of his pants, strolling over. “Oh Sanzu~”

“I’m busy,” came the other’s curt reply, green eyes looking Ran up and down a mere moment before turning away.

”We know, we know,” the man with the short purple hair pacified. “It’s just that-“

Rindo quickly butted in, having closely followed his older brother over. It was clear that Sanzu, far from his usual drugged up and easily bullied state, actually had things to do and places to be. “My memories changed.”

Sanzu’s unusually alert gaze slid over once more to meet Rindo’s, and it seemed the severity of what the younger Haitani said set in quickly as his eyes steeled. “Mine did too. Again,” the Bonten second-in-command disclosed, though he said no more as the glass doors of the foyer slid open and Kakucho stepped out, gloved hand lightly touching where his gun was strapped to his chest under his jacket. “We’ll talk about this later. House alarm tripped again.”

Ah, your little pick-up party, Ran noted from the side, watching the two top Bonten executives slip effortlessly into a black, featureless car that quickly pulled away from the compound. So you were back - and your arrival must have something to do with the changing memories.

How interesting.

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Across town, Draken cursed out loud as his feet flew over concrete paths down empty streets. Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

You were a fucking time leaper.

He had been working late on a client’s bike as he always did, the closed garage a quiet refuge after the hustle of the normal work day. The headache had hit him like a clap of thunder, with his brain feeling it was pressing up against his skull; and memories of twelve years past suddenly started to flood back, a recollection he couldn’t control. But they were all memories that he didn’t previously have, freshly added memories: some of your reappearance in his past, some of a fight he never recalled having with the other Toman founders, and most importantly, memories of you telling them what had happened.

It changed him, Draken admitted. It gave him a renewed hope that he didn’t remember possessing, that they might be able to fix this entire mess, that you were somewhere out there. All this time you were missing - it was true. You couldn’t control it like you had admitted. But if the past him still had that onomori, then why were you back in the future? 

Turning a corner, a quick step aside was the only thing that kept him from running straight into someone else, though those fast, honed reflexes also almost had Draken swinging his fist into an all-too familiar face. 

Baji was panting as if he had ran a full marathon, his apron half undone and left swinging from his neck, his hand clutching his open phone. It seemed like the other Toman founder had been struck with the same revelations, Draken determined, judging from the half-dressed state he was in. 

And then those two fateful words tumbled from Baji’s lips. “Time leaper.”

[haitanisbug]

Yandere Bonten

Includes: Mikey, Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, Kokonoi, Kakucho

CW: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY. Yandere themes implied kidnapping, torture etc etc.

MIKEY

It's taken a long time for you to warm up to Mikey, and he’s aware. A part of him almost doesn't want you to fall in love with him because he knows he's undeserving of it. He left all of his old friends, he wasn't able to protect his sister and his older brother, so how in the world is he supposed to protect you? The guilt of knowing he doesn't deserve you or his love rips at him every day but that doesnt stop him from keeping you safe and secure with him at all times.

You have the least leniency out of any of the other darlings. You can go outside, you get to travel with Mikey, you get to see other people, but the catch is that you don't have a moment to yourself. Ever. You're always in Mikeys eyesight. He sits you on his lap during Bonten meetings, he takes you with him on dangerous jobs but has got you secure in his car. He’s so paranoid about you leaving him or someone taking you away from him that he doesn't even trust you with any of the other Bonten members or any bodyguards.  You're on a metaphorical leash at all times and Mikey has no problems with keeping that leash short. This angered you so much at first. Never having a moment to yourself really messed with your sense of self. You hated Mikey for it, in the way he almost treated you as if you were an object. All of his actions towards you are calculated too. He forces you to wear a necklace with a tracking device. You can't take it off, and you know it’s just a glorified collar.

You can't stand the way he flaunts you to other people. In every meeting he ever has, the other person stares at you while you sit prettily on Mikey’s lap. It's been hours of you sitting there, Mikey conducting business and it's boring. It has you squirming to at least walk a bit, but Mikey is paranoid about you even walking around his office when someone else is in the room.

His grip on your hips tighten and he’ll whisper into your ear “Be a good girl and sit still. You don’t want me to be unhappy right?” He reveres you more than anything, and once that becomes obvious, how he despises making you upset, how he treats you like a queen when around the other Bonten executives….. You start to fall for him.

SANZU

Does not see his darling as anything but an object that he can use for his own desire. He takes pleasure in making you cry, in doing things to your body that harms you in any way. He's a sadist. Loves pain and loves inflicting it. In his mind that's how everyone is. Where's the joy in life if you don't get to experience the sensations of pain? This is what makes him the most dangerous yandere. Because he's delusional about it all. He thinks you want to be with him because you enjoy this sort of pain. He thinks you love him because of it. Any action that he draws out of you, screaming, crying, shivering, all of it is done because you enjoy it. At least that's what goes through Sanzu’s head.

He's strict too but he changes the rules every day. Some days he demands you greet him at the door with a kiss, but the next day when you walk up to him to place a kiss on his lips he’ll get angry and punish you for not following his rules. “I don't want you to greet me with a kiss, I want you kneeling at the door in front of my feet by the time I walk in. I told you that yesterday that's how I want to be greeted, '' he says. He didn't tell you that. He never tells you when he changes the rules and he does that on purpose so he can have an excuse to punish you.

He gets a thrill out of seeing the confusion in your eyes and how you jump every time he walks into the room. You never know when he’ll punish you because you never know if you're doing something wrong. You're terrified constantly, and Sanzu loves that power. It riles him up knowing he has your life, your emotions, every reaction from you in the palm of his hand.

He walks into his penthouse with bags full of gifts that he went out and bought earlier that day. He was in a good mood, and the thought of spoiling his darling in some designer clothing excited him. He couldn't wait to get back and dress you all up so pretty, then rip it all off of you and fuck you into tomorrow. When he walks into his bedroom the first thing he notices is the chain that usually keeps you tied to his bed post has been broken. You're on the floor in the corner of the room shaking, eyes trained on the handle of the door he just swung open. Sanzu’s eyes drift to where yours are looking in fear and he notices scratch marks on the wood. It all clicks in his brain. You were trying to fucking escape. Despite his initial anger, Sanzu laughs. You jump at the sound, trying to curl further into yourself.

“See now darling, I was trying to be nice to you today.” He places the gift bags down and walks towards you. You let out a sob knowing what's about to come. “Guess this is what I get for  being a nice guy, huh? Torture is the only gift your getting today.”

RAN

If Sanzu is the worst yandere to have, then Ran comes in at a close second. Ran is sadistic but only if you break his rules. He’s extremely strict and has a set of rules that he wants you to abide by and must learn them. He has no qualms with doling out cruel punishments if you don't follow what he says. He knows you don't love him back. He's a smart guy, he doesn't miss the anger that's pooling in your eyes when he's burning you for speaking out at dinner. He doesn't miss the curses you direct at him under your breath when he has you over his knee, spanking you for not cleaning up the penthouse properly in his absence.

He's aware. And it does make him sad at times. If you only listened. If you didn't speak out so much he wouldn't have to hurt you. If you only got rid of your selfish tendencies and chose to love him, then he wouldn't have to punish you so much. But the game is fun too. Whittling you into his perfect little housewife is something he’s come to love. He almost welcomes the brattiness because that means he gets to correct you. He’ll take your feisty nature and transform it into one of reverence for him and him alone. In no time you'll be at his feet thanking him for the life and love that he's given you. Yea he doesn't like your selfish nature but boy is he taking great enjoyment in ripping that way from you.

You’ve disobeyed him again. Doing what? Doesn't matter. There's a long list of rules that you break often to get on Ran’s nerves. He was planning on having a sweet night-in with you. Maybe watch some movies and, if you stayed perfectly still warming his cock through the whole movie, he might have even let you have a slice of the cake he bought earlier that day. But you had to fuck up, and Ran wont let that go. He’s had you over his knee for the past hour, his baton in hand. Every spank on your bare ass needs to be followed up with you counting the number and a  ‘thank you’. But your cheeks are ruined at this point, and you’re trying to slide up the bed to get out of his reach. Another spank comes down on your ass and you let out a shriek. This one definitely broke skin.

“Twenty.. Twenty-five, thank you.” You're sobbing into the mattress, broken pleads falling from your lips. Ran just smiles and taps the reddest area of your skin with his finger. You jolt and reach back to push his hand off, but he grabs your wrist and secures it on your back giving it a hard squeeze.

 “I know it hurts, honey, but this is what happens when you don’t do what I say.”

RINDOU

Ran is cruel like his brother but unlike Ran, Rindou doesn’t take pleasure in the punishments he gives you. His are harder than Ran’s though. The purpose is to teach you, to warn you and to rehabilitate you. He leaves permanent marks and they leave you sobbing on the floor for hours. Since his punishments are to rehabilitate you, they’re not for fun like Ran’s and he doesn't draw them out. They’re precise, calculated, and deserved depending on the severity of your screw up. His goal is to make you into the perfect darling and do it as fast as he can. He doesn’t like the game, and sees no point in it. He wants your soft and doting touch on him now. He wants his feelings of love and your lips on his shoulder blades now.

So he’ll get the punishment done and over with, then scoop you up in his arms and console you. Telling you that “it will be worse next time but if you learn to obey me then I won't have to hurt you at all.” He’ll run a bath and drop you in, kissing your forehead as he treats the wound he just inflicted on you. It's tiring. You haven't felt another human's touch in so long, and you certainly havent been allowed to speak to anyone either. So when you're broken, exhausted from crying after these punishments, a part of you welcomes Rindou’s touch. You lean into his kisses and accept them knowing that it's all the touch you will ever get. Your future is wrapped up with Rindou and only Rindou.

He knows you’re starting to rely on him for physical comfort. That’s something he can work with. If you start seeking his physical touch then you'll start seeking him for mental comfort soon too. And emotional comfort won't be too far off. Rindou just has to say the right things to get you to fall in love with him now.

“Don’t you know how much this hurts me?” he says softly as he’s washing your body down in the tub. His touches are light and so very careful around your injuries. You look up into his eyes, and it's true. Some sort of pained expression is deep in his eyes. You think he's trying to mess with you but, if he didn't truly care then why would his touches be so gentle? Why would he sound so hurt?

 “ ‘m sorry Rin.” you whisper, arms going around to tug his neck closer to yours. You bury your head into his shoulder, a sigh falling from your lips along with another apology. Rindou just smirks as a hand comes up to cup your head. Yea, he thinks. All it’ll take is a little encouragement, and you'll be his sweet housewife in no time.

KOKONOI

He absolutely adores his darling. Spoils her to the max. He's aware that she doesnt love him back. Hes not stupid. But that's where the spoiling comes in. If he can make his darling understand that her life was shit before him, her life was nothing, and Koko has improved it by getting her whatever she wants...then maybe he can get her to fall in love with him.

 He's not as strict as Ran but he definitely has a few rules that need to be followed. He even enjoys taking you out on shopping trips.Theres a bunch of rules and conditions that go along with trips like this (trackers being placed on you, your hand in his at all times, eyes on his or at your feet no matter what, you can never answer questions directed at your or talk to anyone when out and about) but it could be worse. At least you get to see the outside world. And the rules that Koko has are always particular. You had a few mess ups at the beginning but after a while the routine and following them became pretty easy.

Koko likes picking out what you wear every day, and if you want to change at any time you have to ask him permission first. Asking permission to eat certain foods, or do certain hobbies throughout the day also have to be done. But at least he lets you do these things. He lets you partake in hobbies and occupy your mind while he's gone, and once you get used to asking permission  all of it comes quite naturally. You become his sweet demure, almost bimbo wife. Someone who can't even think or make decisions without having to ask Koko first and that's how Koko breaks you down.

After a while you start to agree that living with Koko isn't bad. He's a terrible tease, he gets rough and handsy at times, and he raises his voice once in a while, but he provides everything for you. You’ve never been so physically spoiled in your whole life. Closets full of clothing and new toys and shiny jewelry. And he provides for you mentally by making all the hard decisions in life for you.

Koko is sitting on the couch of your shared bedroom. Smoking a cigarette and going over budget accounts when you strut out of the closet catching his attention. You've got on a flimsy little number of a lingerie set; baby pink with lace and bows and straps spaced all around it. You know it’s Koko’s favorite color on you, not because he's told but because it's the only color lingerie he ever buys for you. His eyes are trained on you as you make your way over to him, plopping yourself on his lap and slinging an arm around his neck. Koko blows a puff of smoke to the side before leveling you with a lidded gaze.

 “Damn doll” He lets out a low whistle bringing a hand to the back of your neck and tugging you towards his face until your lips almost touch. “I'm the only one who gets to see you like this, understand?” He doesn't wait for your response before he's smashing his lips onto yours.

KAKUCHO

Kakucho is in love with his darling. Truly thinks you were made for each other and that the  world brought you together. So he doesn't understand why you shy away from his touch at night, or flinch when he walks into the penthouse after a long day of work. He doesn't force himself on you, yea maybe he did kidnap you from your old life...but you weren't receiving the proper type of love. No other man has treated you the way that you need...that you deserve. Kakucho adores you. He showers you with affection. He gives you small acts of love and doesn't force himself on you. So that must mean you love him back right? He totally thinks you do in his mind. I mean he's heard the horror stories that Ran told him about Ran’s own darling. You've never done anything like that to Kakucho. You don't act out on purpose, so that must mean you do love him!

He's the most lenient of all the yanderes, he lets you have free reign of the mansion. He lets you have access to TV and internet (although he's tracking you when they are in use. Can't have you messaging other men right?) The only thing you basically can't do is go outside without his permission. He takes you on dinner dates, he allows you to order things to be delivered to the mansion. Overall he's understanding and wants your love so he allows you to do most things. But that doesn't mean he isnt filled with worry about you. He's got cameras set up around the penthouse at all times. He monitors you from his phone. Of course you don't know about the cameras but what you don't know can't hurt right? Ignorance is bliss afterall.

Kakucho has got you wrapped up in his arms, laying back in bed after a long day of work. You aren't saying anything, in fact you're stiff as a board and Kakucho is getting frustrated. You're lovers, so why won't you act like it? You've barely said a word to him since he got home, and you avert your eyes every time he tries to meet your gaze. He thinks it might have been the blood on his fists that scared you tonight, but then again he comes back with blood on him most nights so why are you acting cold? Kakucho has had enough so if you won't be the sweet lover he expects, then he’ll have to draw it out of you.

“Tell me how much you love me.” You jump at the sudden sound of his voice, but you still don't say anything. “I said.” Kakucho repeats “Tell me. How. much. you. love me.”

“Kaku…. I-” you stop for a second.

Kakucho isn’t known to get angry with you, but you still want to choose your words wisely. You don't know if he’ll ever flip. If his disposition will turn sour at a moment's notice with you. You've seen the way he comes home. You know what he does for a living and you never want to be on the receiving end of that violence.

So you swallow the bile that rises to your throat, and with a tongue that seems heavy with salt you say “I’m madly in love with you. You’re all I ever think about, Kaku.”

He's too pleased with your answer, humming as he kisses the top of your head to notice the shake of your fingers and the sole tear that slips down your cheek.

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

Okay, yesterday I had a shared brain riot with @just-sp-in-inginthevoid about Kakucho not having a real birthday and the s62 throwing him unbirthday mad tea parties. More of once in a year because, hey, it's an unbirthday! Mostly because the Haitani brothers wanted a excuse to be extras and dress up, but also because they decided it was a funny way of trying to find out his real birthday (of course, Izana was the one that decided the official date).

In some way, this is the second part of this drabble here. What could be at least in Bonten!timeline.

Kakucho used to loves his unbirthdays. Before everything changed.

(Drabble of Kakucho during Bonten. There is some subtle KakuIza, but it's just a tinny moment easy to ignore and see it as platonic)

Warnings: Angst and hurt without too much comfort. I'm so sorry, I swear the idea was hilarious in my mind, but then Bonten timeline appeared and it refused to not be angsty. So yeah, I'm so sorry, Kakucho 😭

(English is not my first language, so be nice please 🙈)

"Happy unbirthday!"

Kakucho almost jumped when Ran, Rindou and Mochi screamed at him as soon as he entered his office.

He just sighed, because of course, he should've know better. It was Februart 1st, he's official "unbirthday".

But the scarred man thought, that now that they were all adults (and criminals, for god's sake), this surprises parties were over. Or at least, the costumes were over. He should've know better, Ran and Rindou missing a chance to dress up and be weirdos? Not in a million years. Even the poor Mochi was wearing some ridiculous bunny-ears.

"I'm not going to wear a costume, so don't even try it."

Kakucho managed to say as soon as he saw Ran's mischievous smile. Rindou looked disappointed, but the two brothers quickly shrugged that off. They tried every time, but no even Izana himself could make Kakucho dress with an "Alice" costume.

Oh yeah, his unbirthday parties had a theme. Always the same one. A mad tea party in Alice in Wonderland. But the Haitani brothers always wore a different costume. Every damn time. They could repeat characters, but outfit? Never.

Chesire Cat Ran smiled at him, not caring about his grumpy attitude.

"Come on, Kakucho, we deserve some fun. So sit down and drink your tea, before I decide this was a fiasco and we need to throw you another party soon"

Kakucho shivered with the idea. No thanks, he still remembered that times (He tried so hard to forger, yet, he still remembered everything). All the s62 generation throwing him a unbirthday party more than once a year. Because for some reason, the Roppongi rulers decided it was a good way of finding his real birthday. Ran was sure they would get it right eventually, Rindou was convinced that Kakucho would have a big reaction when they finally did it. Of course, both of them were wrong.

So, even if his "official" birthday was the date Izana decided for him, even if it was just supposed to be February 1st, he had more tea parties that he was able to count. Izana used to joke about how Kakucho was at least fourty with so many celebrations.

Maybe is that, he thought, the memory of Izana's laugh being too real for a second. Because now he finds himself smiling softly while drinking tea and eating cake with what's rest of his family. Mad Had Rindou is making jokes about Sanzu's insanity and Kakucho is laughing, he's actually enjoying this.

Kakucho had fun, even if they could only stole a couple hours for that. But he felt good for this hours, less alone. The reminder that there was still people with him that shared the same memories, the same grief. The left pieces of his broken family. Kakucho was not alone and his friends never failed to show him that when he needed it most.

Later that night, after finally finishing the job and cleaning everything up, Kakucho was unable to sleep. The memories were too present this time.

He still remembered the last umbirthday he was actually happy. A few days before the Kanto Incident. Even if everything was getting more dangerous, even with Kisaki's plots, with the raids on Toman, the Haitani brothers decided that it was the best day to do it.

Or maybe it was exactly because of that, who knows. Kakucho certainly needed to relax that day, he was tense with everything that was happening, with seeing that bastard manipulating Izana.

But that day, Izana shone. That day, Izana didn't talk about Mikey or Toman, focusing his full attention on his servant. He dressed up like the queen of hearts, like always. Refusing to wear any costume that didn't show how majestic he was. Kakucho thought the tanned boy always looked like a king no matter what he was wearing. But he never told him that. He never told him so many things...

Kakucho cries himself to sleep that night, curled up in his bed like a kid.

The image of Izana smiling at him printed on his retine.

Overlapping with the last time he ever saw Izana's genuine smile directed at him.

Snow threathening to fill his nightmares one more time.

His own regrets eating him alive.

[dr4kenlvr]

… 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔'𝐒 𝐘♡𝐔𝐑—𝐁𝐅 ?!

bonten!kakucho x fem!reader - fluff, crack (1.7k+)

request: your request are open, nice to see :). for my request i’d like a bonten!kakucho x fem!reader where nobody in bonten knows the two of them are dating but somehow figure it out? i hope this doesn’t go against your rules or something you’ve done before.

a/n/cw: i LOVE this idea my goodness. kakucho + this concept + the other bonten members is so fun, thank you for requesting! cw: tokyo revenger manga spoilers - bonten timeline and ahead, gross jokes because it's ran LMAO, swearing

kakucho is calm as he stands up from his chair, and excuses himself for the second time within the span of 20 minutes. he quickly exits the large room, his large steps echoing sharply against the cool, tile floor.

sanzu's emerald eyes squint suspiciously, as they follow kakucho's leaving figure. they're trained on his movement, only relaxing when kakucho's back disappears behind the marble wall. sanzu leans back against the plush cushion—kokonoi's most recent purchase—and stretches his legs up and over one another with a dragged groan.

there's a pause as sanzu thinks. "oi," he suddenly says, loud enough for everyone to hear—and everyone does hear.

however, mikey doesn't respond. he finds his warm, chewy doriyaki much more appealing than sanzu's shrill voice. and he's not the only one: takeomi is smoking a cigarette with mochi in the corner, too absorbed in a conversation to bother with his younger brother. kokonoi is sitting at the round table, occupying himself with paperwork. he growls frustratingly, harshly punching in the respective numbers.

the only one that pay sanzu any snippet of attention, is ran. his brother, rindou, sits next to him on his phone, reviewing documents and signatures. the older haitani seeks interest in sanzu's sudden call; "yeah? what's on your mind?" he responds.

sanzu stands up, and places his hands on his hips as he leans forward towards ran. "you notice kakucho's been leaving the room often, right? that was the second time, and it hasn't been long since the first." he says, eyes blown with peculiarity. "it's odd, eh?"

ran just shrugs, not completely convinced with the big deal of it all. "and? why are you all up on the guy, maybe he needed to take a fat leak. or maybe it's a number two." he laughs to himself, shoving rindou only to receive a scowl in return.

"can you idiots speculate about kakucho elsewhere? and quit revolving it around his washroom needs." kokonoi shudders. "rindou and i are doing work, can't you tell?" he adjusts his platinum locks behind his ear. rindou just sighs in agreement.

mikey turns around at the commotion, silently listening as he finishes up his snack.

"no, no! you guys don't get it, because i saw something else." sanzu's voice gets excited, and he pulls a chair out next to ran for himself. he rubs his hands together menacingly, and in a loud whisper he confesses: "there was a lipstick mark on his cheek! he has a fucking woman, guys!"

ran physically gapes, eyes twinkling in surprise and eagarness to confront kakucho about such accusations. he sits up in his chair, propping his elbows on his knees. "no fucking way, why didn't you point it out earlier?"

rindou is now looking at sanzu with slight interest, as well as kokonoi, his fingers now hovered above the calculator in ignorance. although the two have better, more important matters at hand, gossip about their fellow comrades was always invited.

mikey's eyes widen at sanzu's claim, and he hops off the squeaky-clean countertop with ease to walk over to the huddled group. takeomi and mochi continue to disregard the racket, puffing airs of smoke in unison.

everyone's eyes turn to their boss, who's now leaning against the table with a glimmer of enthusiasm. ran and rindou share confused looks, kokonoi straightens his posture, and sanzu's grin only widens at his, usually-stoic, boss showing some emotion.

mikey gestures for sanzu to continue, crossing his arms in wait. sanzu's smile falters, "what's up, boss?"

"so what are you gonna do about it? this kakucho lipstick situation. we gonna follow him or not?"

kokonoi's eyes bulge out at the suggestion and ran bursts out a laugh, "m-my bad." he awkwardly coughs.

sanzu, on the other hand, beams: ".. now i like the sound of that!"

rindou doesn't know how the fuck he got into this situation: him and everyone had snuck through the halls of the building, staying caution of kakucho's presence. maybe it's cause his brother wouldn't quit nagging him to come along. the group (sanzu, ran, rindou, kokonoi, and mikey—takeomi and mochi truly did not care enough to join) received odd glances from the occasional secretary or assistant, who immediately looked away at mikey's dismissive wave.

now, in the front foyer, the five of them cluster themselves behind a pillar. they had spotted kakucho sitting on the sleek cushioned couch, glancing at the bathroom doors every now and then. he seemed nervous, a light jitter noticable in his right leg.

"he's definitely waiting for someone!" ran whisper-yells, nudging the back of his brother's shoulder. rindou just groans and curses at him.

the pillar they seeked purpose to hide behind didn't serve well, so they (and by "they"—sanzu) prompted to level themselves atop of one another. the order from bottom to top went: rindou, ran, sanzu, kokonoi, and of course, mikey. rindou found this unreasonable, considering mikey was the shortest. but whatever the boss wants, the boss gets.

as the ran and sanzu begin to banter and bounce theories off one another, kokonoi notices a woman exit the bathroom and make her way towards kakucho in a brisk manner. "shush! guys—look, there's someone there." kokonoi declares sharply, fed up with the behaviour of the men below him. all eyes shoot towards kakucho and the mystery woman, all five pairs keenly watching for what will happen next.

they watch as kakucho immediately stands, and reaches for the woman's hand, which she accepts with a smile. sanzu nearly squeals, and mikey has to reach down to clamp his mouth shut.

the two converse something amongst themselves, the woman pouting with her big doe eyes as kakucho's shoulders eventually slump in defeat. she seems to be asking for something, and kakucho searches around the area a few times. the five little heads slip behind the pillar's protection from his lingering eyes.

by the time mikey deems it a safe amount of time, each of the men inch their heads back into position, only to find kakucho and the woman—who is clearly now his girlfriend—kissing.

"I FUCKING KNEW IT!" sanzu blurts suddenly, and obnoxiously loudly. all eyes in the foyer dart towards the pink-haired man like lasers on a target; including your's and kakucho's. he instinctively grabs onto your hand, and unsubtly situates himself infront of your body on reflex.

"i knew you had something going on, kakucho!" sanzu pauses for dramatic effect, eyes swtiching over towards you with a (somewhat?) friendly grin. if you were being honest, he just seemed a little eagar. was 'insane' a rude word?

sanzu continues, "but who knew a quiet one like you had so much game!" he removes himself from the group's god-awful disguise and struts towards you and your boyfriend, whos jaw is clench incredibly tightly.

"well, maybe if sanzu talked less, he'd find someone too." kokonoi suggests, eyes rolling. the others call sanzu back, but to no avail. therefore the next course of action, was to simply follow the man out.

the closer the group approaches kakucho and you, the more livid kakucho's facial expression becomes. he barely has enough time to process that he and his girlfriend had just been caught kissing, meaning, his job and love life would slowly but surely intergrate with one another whether he wanted it to or not. (he definitely didn't want it.)

"kaku'," you chime from behind him, a slight tug on his sleeve. you sensed his anger bubbling. he peers behind you from his shoulder, and is met with a calm glance and gentle smile. his eyes soften at you, as they silently ask you for permission. you nod slightly; a wordless sign of consent for this new chapter of your relationship with him.

kakucho tried his absolute hardest to keep you separate from his job's responsibilities. it was far too reckless, dangerous, and troublesome for you. he'd never dare to put you in unnecessary danger, just because he was apart of bonten. and you wholeheartedly appreciated his efforts, they only proved how much he cared and loved for you. however, it was certain now that the two of you could not hide any longer, but you were okay with that.

kakucho takes a deep breath, and nods back at you. it had to happen at one point, right?

he turns to face the other men, and moves himself away to reveal you. "hello sanzu," he glances around, "...ran, rindou, kokonoi... boss?"

mikey shrugs, before giving you a curt nod. you mirror his actions, smiling at him. in all honesty, kakucho is taken aback to see mikey tag along with the others, but doesn't question it further. "so please meet my, uh," he coughs awkwardly, making you laugh.

"—his girlfriend, i'm kaku's girlfriend. it's nice to meet you all." you bow politely, then tell them your name.

sanzu coos, "you call him kaku? he doesn't let me call him that ever!" your boyfriend glares at him, and sanzu sticks his tongue out before introducing himself to you properly.

the haitani brothers are next, ran making effort to compliment your outfit while rindou nods in agreement. "oh! thank you! your hair styles are quite cool as well!" you attempt to return the compliment, making the duo grin at you.

kokonoi is last, and you find him to be much nicer than you initially had thought. the way he spoke was proper, but his outfit had particularly drawn you in. he sends you a genuine closed-eye smile when you comment on the intricacies and beauty of it.

kakucho watches as you get along smoothly with his comrades (dare he say 'friends'); talking, complimenting, and even laughing with them. this was only the first time you have met them, and he finds himself imagining many other encounters. a longing smile appears on his face, as the conversations become white noise. the only thing he can focus on is your pure expression of joy: your crinkled eyes as you laugh, and the slight flush of your cheeks at meeting so many important people at once.

"oou!—kaku, you've got a little love-sickness on your face there!" sanzu exclaims, pointing straight at him. "need me to help 'ya wipe it off?" he giggles, and ran looks at the floor out of decency. in reality, he's laughing at kakucho's face as well.

"h-huh?.. man, can you fuck off already!" kakucho sputters, "a-and do not call me that ever again." everyone—even you and kakucho—chuckles at the wholesome moment; a sweet contrast to the dangerous lives of these men.

kakucho could get used to this.

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[airbendertendou]

tenjiku masterlist ♥︎

[including : izana, kakucho, ran, and rindou.]

kurokawa izana

♥︎ songs that describe your relationship

♥︎ izana smells like...

he loves you for you, not your chest size ♥︎ synopsis : flat chested!reader is insecure abt their chest size ; non-sexual touches and reassurance

pretty please! ♥︎ synopsis : izana realizes today is indeed a special day for tenjiku’s baby and will do whatever he can to make you happy.

more than just ♥︎ synopsis : tenjiku are tired of it. his siblings are tired of it. please just tell izana how you feel.

you are in love! ♥︎ synopsis : your best friend likes you more than he means to ; birhtday special

twiddling fingers ♥︎ synopsis : stimmy thoughts abt my faves <3

kakucho

♥︎ scary boyfie but he paints your nails <3

♥︎ listening to you, always

haitani ran

♥︎ songs that describe your relationship

he loves you for you, not your chest size ♥︎ synopsis : flat chested!reader is insecure abt their chest size ; non-sexual touches and reassurance

hair fun! ♥︎ synopsis : reader changes their hair to match their boyfie | bullet point

haitani rindou

♥︎ songs that describe your relationship

♥︎ scary boyfie but he paints your nails <3

tiny kiss! [of appreciation] ♥︎ synopsis : rindou takes you to a tenjiku dinner after your retail job <3

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