#rindou x reader

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What is rindou’s type in personality and looks. I hope u reply🫶🏼😩. Love ur work

Omg I’m so nervous bc I know you can’t satisfy everyone with this I’m scared 😔 but here you go and remember it’s only MY HEADCANON you’re allowed to have a different opinion

Personality

I think Rindou would be naturally drawn to someone a bit quiet, not shy per say (although that wouldn’t bother him), more like someone a bit reserved.

In a relationship, I think he’d be unconsciously looking for someone soft and nurturing. If you take care of his wounds and touch him gently, he’ll become putty in your hands.

It would be some kind of mutual care, he wants softness and he’ll also give you some in return (I believe he would actually have a really soft spot for his partner, maybe bc he ranked second best bf).

He enjoys having someone to "protect", of course he doesn’t want you to be in danger but just knowing you would rely on him makes him feel good.

I think he’d want someone who’s honest and upfront about their feelings. He doesn’t want to play guesses when something is wrong.

Physically

As mentioned earlier, I think Rindou would enjoy having someone to protect, so I think he’d be attracted to people shorter/smaller than him. I think the body type wouldn’t really matter to him, whether you have a bit of chub or are thin, he’d kiss your stomach no matter how much there is there :p

Following his need for someone soft and caring, I think he’d would also look for that kind of softness physically (someone with rather soft features instead of sharp, with soft cheeks, jaw etc…)

Overall I also think that even if he’s more likely to pursue soft physical features, he’s mainly looking for emotional softness and wouldn’t care that much if you don’t fit his usual "type" as long as he feels safe with you.

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Bonten's Heart (Bonten x Reader)

Well, I may have gone a little overboard again, but I have so many ideas! I already have another one-shot planned. I hope you enjoy these little stories as much as I enjoy writing them. :3

Summary: As Bonten's darling, you’ve always been at the center of their world — a constant reminder of what they protect. But when a late-night craving leads you to sneak out for some ice cream, your world takes a dangerous turn. After being injured while trying to protect Koko during a break-in at Bonten HQ, the members are left shaken, realizing just how much they’ve come to rely on and care for you.

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It was the quiet hum of the city that woke you up. You blinked your eyes open, groggily trying to make sense of the dim light filtering through the blinds. The room was still, peaceful, save for the soft sounds of Bonten HQ—the distant murmurs of voices, the faint buzz of electronics. Your body was still heavy with sleep, but there was something nagging at you, something tugging at the back of your mind.

At first, you tried to ignore it, shifting slightly under the covers and pulling them up higher. But it was no use. It wasn’t a physical ache or the discomfort of a bad dream. It was… a craving.

A sudden, overpowering urge for something cold. Something sweet.

You stared up at the ceiling, mind swirling through the usual options. Chips? No, not salty enough. Chocolate? Maybe, but… no, that wasn’t it. Ice cream. The thought of it hit you like a wave, and suddenly, the need for ice cream was all you could focus on. You could practically taste the cool, creamy sweetness already—vanilla with swirls of caramel or maybe something with chocolate chips. The possibilities were endless.

You groaned inwardly. It was 2:47 AM. Why now? Why, of all times, did this craving hit you at this hour?

Your stomach gave an impatient little growl, confirming that you weren’t just imagining it. The craving was real.

You glanced over at the clock beside your bed. The bright numbers stared back at you, reminding you how late—or early—it really was. Everyone else was probably still in the middle of their usual late-night meeting, discussing some operation or other. Mikey, Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, Koko, and Kakucho—they’d be talking about business while you were struggling to ignore your sudden food obsession.

But no. You couldn’t just lie there and try to sleep through this. The craving for ice cream was too strong. And besides, it would only take a quick trip down to the convenience store, right? You could get your treat, be back before anyone even noticed.

You groaned again, sitting up and swinging your legs over the side of the bed. The cool floor beneath your feet was a shock, but it helped clear your head just a little. You knew the risks—sneaking out in the middle of the night wasn’t the best idea, especially with Bonten members always alert, but the pull of that ice cream was stronger than any fear of being caught.

You stood up, glancing around your room, which was dim and quiet. The meeting wasn’t supposed to end anytime soon. You’d be in and out, like a ghost—quick, efficient. The store wasn’t too far, and you could grab your treat without anyone noticing.

You quickly pulled a hoodie on over your sleepwear, tying the strings tight to hide the fact that you were still wearing your pajamas. The cold air outside would definitely need a jacket. Grabbing the nearest one hanging on the back of the door, you slipped it over your shoulders. The whole process was almost mechanical—get the ice cream, satisfy the craving, and return to your room. Easy.

You padded quietly across the room to the door, your slippers making soft shuffling sounds against the floor. The hallway outside was quiet, too. It was late, almost unnaturally still for Bonten HQ. You paused, listening carefully for any signs of movement or voices from the meeting room at the far end of the hall. But there was nothing. Just the faintest echoes of hushed conversations and the occasional click of a door shutting.

Your heart pounded a little faster now. The thrill of sneaking out was always a bit exciting, especially in a place like this where everyone’s business was so… important. And secret. You were pretty sure Bonten members didn’t just go for midnight snacks, but you didn’t care.

“Just a quick trip,” you whispered to yourself, your hand resting lightly on the door handle. “In and out.”

With a quiet sigh, you cracked the door open, the faint light from the hallway spilling into your dark room. You stepped out, closing it as quietly as possible behind you. The hallway was eerily quiet, and you carefully tiptoed toward the back exit, making sure your footsteps didn’t echo. Your heartbeat was louder than your footsteps as you made your way to the door that would lead you outside.

But then, as you reached for the handle, something in the air shifted. A slight rustling, a sound in the distance. You paused, freezing in place for just a moment.

Someone was in the hallway. And judging by the soft steps, they weren’t far.

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With a quick rush, you stormed out of the HQ, finally making your way to the 24/7 grocery store down the street, still in your slippers. The only thing you wore was a big hoodie you’d "borrowed" from Mikey—the one he’d been searching for ever since—and your pajama shorts. It was a warm summer night, not too cold, but certainly not the warmest either. A slight shiver ran through you as you cuddled your face deeper into Mikey’s hoodie, strolling down the street.

The only problem was, you hadn’t realized you’d been seen leaving the house at 2 AM.

With a sigh, Mikey leaned back in his chair, watching the city streets from the high vantage point, his gaze eventually settling on the figure walking in slippers below. Sanzu had informed him that you’d vanished into the night. God only knew what your plan was. Without saying another word, Mikey sent Ran and Rindou after you, instructing them to either make sure you arrived safely at your destination or bring you back to safety. He couldn’t risk anything happening to Bonten’s darling just because they hadn’t been paying attention to you.

As you walked further down the street, the cool night air felt refreshing against your skin, and you couldn’t help but smile as you imagined the ice cream you were about to indulge in. You’d almost forgotten about the dangers of sneaking out in the dead of night until you heard a soft footstep behind you. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and instinctively, you pulled the hood of Mikey’s sweatshirt tighter around your face.

You glanced over your shoulder, but the street was empty. It was probably nothing, just your imagination, right?

But then, the footsteps grew closer.

You quickened your pace, trying to ignore the growing unease in the pit of your stomach. Your slippers slapping against the pavement was the only sound you could focus on as your breath hitched in your chest. A rush of adrenaline coursed through you, and just as you turned the corner to head to the 24/7 store, a shadow appeared ahead.

"Going somewhere?" Ran’s voice came from the darkness, smooth and teasing, yet with a hint of concern.

Your heart skipped a beat. So much for being sneaky.

You whirled around to find Ran and Rindou standing there, looking far too amused for the situation. Ran’s smirk was the first thing you saw, his arms crossed casually, while Rindou leaned against the brick wall, hands tucked into his pockets.

"Really? At 2 AM?" Rindou asked, his tone light, but there was that underlying sense of responsibility in his voice. "Don’t you know better than to sneak out like that?"

You stood frozen for a second, surprised by how easily they’d caught up to you. You had been sure you were being quiet. The giggles from the convenience store seemed distant now, and the cool night air no longer felt comforting.

"Well," you started, trying to recover some of your usual confidence, "I didn’t think anyone would notice. I just wanted something sweet, okay? Is that so wrong?"

Ran’s smirk widened, his gaze softening slightly as he studied you. "Sweet, huh? It’s not that we’re against late-night snacks. But you can’t just be out here alone without telling anyone. Especially not when Mikey’s been worried about you."

You felt a flush creep up your neck at his words. You hadn’t exactly planned for them to find out, let alone Mikey. "I didn’t want to disturb you guys doing your meeting," you muttered, looking down at your slippers.

Rindou pushed himself off the wall, taking a step closer. "You really think we wouldn’t notice you slipping out at this hour?" His voice was softer now, almost playful, but there was a thread of seriousness running beneath it. "We can’t have you wandering around by yourself. Especially with all that’s been going on."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t quite hide the warm feeling blooming in your chest. There was something comforting about having them keep an eye on you—even if it wasn’t the way you wanted.

"So, what? You’re just going to follow me all the way to the store?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ran shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. "You didn’t think you were going to get away with it that easily, did you?"

Before you could protest further, Sanzu appeared from the alley behind them, his expression unreadable. "Mikey’s been watching, you know. He sent us to make sure you were safe."

You sighed, looking at the ground, finally realizing you were caught. "I’m not a kid, you know. I can handle myself."

But deep down, you knew they were right. Bonten wasn’t the safest place to wander alone at night, especially with the number of enemies that would target them—and by extension, you.

Rindou chuckled, nudging you gently. "Let’s just get your ice cream and head back. You’re not going anywhere without us tonight."

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With a heavy sigh, you relented, knowing full well that there was no point in arguing. Sanzu walked up to join the group, his usual smirk in place as he fell in step with you.

"You know," he said in his signature lazy drawl, "Mikey’s gonna have a field day when he finds out you snuck out without telling anyone. Bet he’ll lecture you for hours, sweetheart."

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips despite yourself. "Don’t remind me."

The group walked in silence for a while, the only sound being your slippers slapping softly against the pavement. You glanced up at Ran, who was walking just behind you, his steps slow and measured. Every now and then, his eyes would flick to you, almost as if checking that you were still walking in the right direction, like he was making sure you were safe.

"Enjoying your midnight stroll, princess?" Ran asked, his tone teasing, but his eyes were always alert, scanning the street around you.

Rindou was ahead of you, strolling casually, but every now and then he’d glance over his shoulder, eyes narrowing slightly. He wasn’t really upset—he was just being cautious, like always.

"I still don’t get why you didn’t just tell us," Rindou muttered as he looked back at you. "You could’ve just asked us for ice cream, darling. We would’ve gotten you whatever you wanted."

"Yeah, well," you said, pulling the hoodie tighter around your shoulders, "I didn’t want to disturb. Plus, you guys are probably tired too."

Ran chuckled from behind you. "We’re never too busy or tired for you, sweetheart."

You stopped for a moment, feeling the warmth of their words. It was a little embarrassing, but comforting too. The tension in your shoulders eased, and you could breathe a little easier knowing they were sticking with you—whether you wanted them to or not.

"We're like a little army watching over you, darling," Sanzu added, his voice dripping with amusement. "I’m sure Mikey would approve of our thoroughness."

You shot him a look. "I didn’t need a whole army."

Ran leaned in, his voice quieter now, teasing but with an edge of seriousness. "Maybe not, but it’s our job to make sure you’re safe, princess. You don’t get to walk around Bonten HQ without us keeping an eye on you."

"That’s what bodyguards are for," you muttered, feeling a bit of frustration build up. But you knew, deep down, they weren’t just following you out of obligation. They cared, even if it came across in their teasing.

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When you arrived at the convenience store, you made a beeline for the freezer section, determined to get the ice cream and make this as quick as possible. You didn’t need the whole group looming over you, especially when they were already making jokes at your expense.

But Rindou and Ran were right behind you, casually glancing at the options.

“Did you have a flavor in mind, sweetheart?” Rindou asked, sounding genuinely interested. “Or are we picking for you?”

You hesitated for a moment, eyes scanning the freezer. "Vanilla," you said finally. "With caramel swirls. That’s what I was in the mood for."

Ran nodded and leaned over to pick up the tub. "Not a bad choice, princess. Classic."

You turned to glance at him, but your eyes met Sanzu instead, who was eyeing the shelves of snacks with the most casual demeanor. His smirk was still firmly in place as he flicked his gaze between you and the ice cream.

"Don’t even think about stealing some of mine, Sanzu," you warned, narrowing your eyes playfully.

Sanzu raised an eyebrow, not even looking at you. "I wasn’t gonna steal any, darling. Just admiring it." He grinned, though, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "But now that you mention it…"

You swatted at his hand as he reached for your tub, laughing despite yourself.

Once the ice cream was secured, you made your way to the counter. Ran followed close behind, still teasing you. “You really didn’t think we’d just let you wander off on your own, huh, princess? We’ve been running after you for a reason.”

You snorted, clearly not expecting such concern. “I wasn’t planning on getting kidnapped, you know. It’s just ice cream.”

Rindou chuckled. “You’re not the problem, darling. The problem is how easily you could’ve wandered into something dangerous. We can’t just let you go off on your own in the middle of the night. The last thing we need is for something bad to happen to you.”

You paused at the counter, the words catching you slightly off guard. It wasn’t like you hadn’t known they cared, but hearing it out loud felt different. You glanced at them, feeling a little warmth flood your chest despite yourself.

"Thanks," you muttered quietly.

The walk back was quieter this time, the playful teasing from earlier fading into a comfortable silence. You held the ice cream tub in your arms as you walked alongside Ran, who had subtly slowed his pace to match yours. He didn’t say much, just offered a soft smile every now and then, his casual nature more comforting than anything else.

Sanzu was still trailing behind, occasionally making snide comments under his breath, but it was clear he was watching your back.

When you reached the door of Bonten HQ, Rindou and Ran gave you a moment before following you inside, their eyes scanning the area just in case.

"Next time," Rindou said, his tone light but sincere, "just ask us, darling. We’re always around to make sure you’re alright."

You nodded, finally feeling the full weight of their concern. "I’ll keep that in mind."

You were halfway to your room when you heard Mikey’s voice call out from the hallway. You froze, the ice cream tub almost slipping from your hands. You hadn’t thought Mikey would still be up.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going, darling?” Mikey asked, looking between you and the group of Bonten members trailing behind you.

The teasing tone in his voice made you realize that, while you had tried to sneak away, Mikey and the others were always one step ahead.

“Just getting some ice cream,” you said sheepishly, holding up the tub as if that would explain everything.

Mikey raised an eyebrow, but there was a soft smile on his face. “At 2 AM?”

You smiled back, the tension easing away. "Yeah, Mikey. At 2 AM."

He shook his head but said nothing more, allowing you to head back to your room, the comforting weight of Mikey’s hoodie still wrapped around you.

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You had barely taken the first satisfying spoonful of ice cream when you heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching your door. Before you could even finish licking the spoon, Mikey’s voice rang through the hallway.

“Oi, sweetheart,” Mikey’s voice echoed, “You got enough ice cream there? Or are you planning to make us all jealous?”

The door creaked open before you could respond, and in walked Mikey, Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, Koko, and Kakucho—all six of them, lined up at the doorway, gazing at you like a group of sentries. You blinked up at them, spoon still in hand, surprised to see the entire Bonten crew standing there.

“Didn’t think you’d all show up," you muttered, but there was a smile playing on your lips. It wasn’t a surprise, really. After all, they had followed you all the way to the convenience store, and now here they were, keeping watch over you as you enjoyed your midnight snack.

Mikey leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed as he smirked at you. "You think you're getting away with sneaking out, princess?"

"Just wanted some peace and ice cream," you said with a playful shrug, trying to hide your amusement.

Sanzu walked over and plopped down beside you on the bed, his usual grin in place. "Peace? With all of us here? Good luck with that." He reached for the ice cream tub without hesitation, scooping up a bite. "Might as well share, darling."

You sighed, but handed him the tub anyway. He was just like that—always pushing his luck.

Ran remained by the door, his arms folded in a more serious manner than the others, but there was something warm in his eyes as he spoke. "Sneaking out in the middle of the night without telling any of us?" He raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing but with an underlying edge of concern. "You’re lucky we care about you, sweetheart. Could’ve been dangerous."

"Yeah," Rindou added, stepping forward from the back of the group, his tone quieter but just as serious. "You never know what kind of mess you could’ve gotten caught up in. This isn't some safe little neighborhood, darling." He eyed you with a bit of exasperation but mixed with fondness.

You glanced around at them, the weight of their concern starting to sink in. “I didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal... It’s just ice cream."

Koko chuckled from the back of the room, his voice smooth and carefree as always. "You’ve got to admit, princess," he said, crossing his arms. "We’re a bit more than just a 'group of guys.' It’s our job to keep you safe. You can’t just wander off like that, no matter how innocent your intentions are."

Kakucho, who had been standing silently at the back of the room, stepped forward now, his usual calm expression never faltering. He gave you a small but sincere smile before speaking up, his tone soft but earnest. "We... don’t want anything to happen to you, sweetheart. You’re important to all of us."

You stopped eating for a moment, looking at him. Kakucho rarely said much, but when he did, it was always meaningful. His words held weight, and you could tell he meant it.

You nodded slowly, but then teasingly raised the ice cream tub. "But you all are acting like I’m not capable of handling myself. Do I look that helpless?" you said with a slight smirk, trying to lighten the mood.

Mikey chuckled, stepping forward now. "You’re far from helpless, sweetheart. But that’s not the point." He gently took the ice cream from your hand, setting it aside on your desk. His gaze softened as he looked at you. "The point is, we care. I care."

Sanzu glanced between the two of you with a smirk. "Mikey’s all worried about you, huh, princess?" he teased, nudging you lightly. "Can’t blame him though, you’re his and our darling after all."

Mikey ignored the jab, but the faintest blush spread across his cheeks as he adjusted his posture. "Shut up, Sanzu," he muttered before turning back to you, his tone softening even more. "I’m serious, alright? Don’t go sneaking off again, especially at this hour. The City doesn’t exactly have the safest streets."

Ran finally pushed off the doorframe and walked over to where you were sitting. His eyes met yours, a little more intense than before. "You’re important to us, princess. I won’t repeat myself again. We don’t want you in danger."

You felt a warmth spread in your chest, not just from their words, but from how genuine they sounded. Despite their intimidating roles, these guys really cared for you in a way that was hard to ignore.

"Okay, okay, I get it." You leaned back against the headboard, a small smile tugging at your lips. "I’ll try to keep it safer next time. But you guys gotta chill out sometimes."

Rindou snorted. "We can’t exactly ‘chill out’ when you make moves like that." His eyes softened as he met your gaze. "We’d never forgive ourselves if something happened to you."

There was a long pause as the members of Bonten all stood around, watching you with varying expressions, but the sentiment was clear: they cared deeply. The playful teasing faded into something deeper, something more heartfelt.

Koko sighed dramatically, still leaning against the wall. "Looks like we’re gonna have to start babysitting you more often, huh, princess?" His voice was light, but his eyes never left you.

You snickered and shook your head. "As long as you bring ice cream," you joked, already reaching for another spoonful.

Kakucho smiled softly, his eyes glancing down at you. "Fine. We’ll make sure you get all the ice cream you want... as long as you promise to stay out of trouble, darling."

You grinned. "Deal."

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The night that had started off peaceful with laughter and playful teasing was quickly turned upside down. As you were finishing your ice cream and chatting with the members, everything changed. The calm, cool atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted as Sanzu’s phone buzzed. His expression immediately hardened, his eyes scanning the screen before quickly looking up at Mikey.

“It’s bad,” Sanzu said, his voice sharp with tension.

Mikey’s eyes narrowed, and in a flash, the carefree vibe was gone. The smile faded from his face, replaced by an expression of focused determination.

“They’re coming,” Mikey muttered, his hand quickly reaching for his gun. His eyes flickered to you, and you immediately knew something wasn’t right.

“Everyone, to your positions!” Ran barked, his voice carrying authority as he moved toward the door.

“Stay here, sweetheart,” Rindou added, his voice low, trying to mask the urgency in his tone. "Don't move from this room. It's not safe out there."

You froze, the ice cream spoon still in your hand as you processed his words. There was no time for explanation as the other Bonten members swiftly readied themselves.

“Koko, take the left wing,” Mikey ordered, his voice clear and steady despite the rush of adrenaline in the air. “Sanzu, you and Kakucho go to the back. Rindou, Ran, you’re with me on the right side. Keep her safe.”

As the other members rushed out to take their respective positions, Kakucho lingered for a moment at the door, his eyes flicking back to you. There was something unreadable in his gaze, but his words were firm.

“Stay in the room, don’t leave. We’ll handle it.”

You nodded, your heart racing. You had never seen them so tense before. It wasn’t like the usual operations or missions. This felt different. The air was thick with the promise of danger, and you knew—this time, it was personal.

The moment the door clicked shut, the sound of heavy boots rushing through the corridors and the tense murmurs of Bonten’s most feared men echoed through the HQ. You stayed still, anxiety creeping in as you glanced toward the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was happening outside, but the blinds were closed.

Then—an explosion.

The windows rattled as the sound of an impact vibrated through the building. Your heart skipped a beat, and before you could react, the door burst open. Ran was the first to rush back in, his face a mask of urgency.

“Get back to your room!” he ordered, his eyes flicking to you with a mix of concern and command. “It’s not safe. Stay in here, don’t—”

Before he could finish, the sounds of shouts and gunfire rang from the hallway. A cold chill ran down your spine.

You didn’t want to hide in the room. You couldn’t. Mikey and the others were out there, and you weren’t about to just wait around while they were in danger.

Ignoring Ran’s desperate commands, you quickly ran for the door. You flung it open just as the first figure stormed past the hallway. There were shadows of men, all armed, charging down the corridor.

“Stay the hell back, princess!” Rindou’s voice snapped from the hallway, but it was too late. You were already stepping out, determined to find your way to where they were fighting.

You rounded a corner, heart hammering in your chest as you saw the chaos unfolding. Mikey, Sanzu, and Kakucho were already taking down enemies, but Koko—he was surrounded. A gang member had slipped past the others and was wielding a knife, aiming it straight at Koko’s side.

“No!” you screamed, your heart leaping in your chest. You didn’t even think about the danger. You only saw Koko’s face, calm but vulnerable.

Without a second thought, you lunged forward, throwing yourself between the man with the knife and Koko.

Everything seemed to slow as the man’s eyes widened in surprise, but it was too late. The blade found its mark. You felt the cold steel cut through the air before it sank deep into your side.

You gasped, your body going rigid as the shock of pain hit you. Blood soaked through the fabric of your hoodie, warm and sticky.

Koko's eyes went wide in horror as he pushed the man away and caught you in his arms. “No, no, no!” he breathed, his voice shaking. “Why did you—”

You collapsed against him, your breath coming in shallow gasps. The room spun, and your legs wobbled beneath you. Koko was holding you tightly, his hand pressed to the wound, but it didn’t stop the blood from seeping through.

“You’re gonna be okay,” Koko muttered frantically, his usual calm completely shattered. He turned his head sharply to the others. “Get a medic! Now!”

Mikey, Sanzu, and Ran rushed over, their eyes immediately locking onto the sight of you, injured and cradled in Koko’s arms. Mikey’s face contorted with absolute fury, his usual calm replaced by a storm of rage and worry.

“Dammit, sweetheart!” Mikey shouted, his voice raw with anger. He reached out to help, but Kakucho was already there, moving with urgency, pulling you into his arms with the same intensity that was reflected in everyone else’s actions.

You could barely register the words through the dizzying pain. The room spun, your vision blurred. The only thing that cut through the haze was the realization that you’d done something reckless. You had thrown yourself into the chaos to protect someone you cared about.

As Kakucho and the others rushed you away, Mikey’s voice was filled with both fury and fear. “We told you to stay put!”

“Don’t you ever—” Rindou’s voice cracked with anger, his tone low and tight. “Ever do something like that again.”

But none of their voices could drown out the overwhelming weight of the pain, nor the cold grip of fear in your chest. You’d never seen them this shaken before. You’d never seen them so protective.

And now, you realized—this wasn’t just a game. Bonten’s world wasn’t only dangerous for them. It was dangerous for everyone involved.

The pain was blinding, and every second felt like a lifetime as Kakucho rushed through the halls with you cradled in his arms. The others followed closely behind, but you couldn’t focus on anything but the bleeding wound on your side and the dizziness that threatened to pull you under.

"Stay with me, sweetheart," Kakucho's voice was firm but laced with concern, a stark contrast to his usual calm demeanor. His grip tightened on you as if holding you would keep you from slipping away.

Your breath hitched in pain, but you managed to force out a weak, "I’m fine…"

"You’re not fine," Mikey's voice rang out from behind, sharp and stern, but you could hear the worry buried beneath the anger. "You think you’re fine after that? After what you just did?"

Your vision swam, and the sound of their footsteps echoed, but you barely registered it. All you could hear was Mikey's voice—louder now, more desperate. "This is why I said to stay the hell in your room. You think this is some kind of game?"

As they reached the medical wing of the HQ, Kakucho didn’t hesitate. He laid you on the nearest table, the motion sending a fresh wave of pain through your body, but you couldn’t focus on that. Not when the Bonten members were standing over you, their faces a mixture of anger, relief, and concern.

Ran moved first, his usual sharpness softened by his worry. "We told you to stay back, princess," he said, his words soft but biting. "You could’ve been killed. You don’t understand how dangerous this is."

You tried to push through the pain to speak, but Sanzu cut you off, his voice low and dangerous. "Stop acting like this was some heroic stunt. You almost got yourself killed for nothing." His usual carefree attitude was nowhere to be found. There was only fear, masked by his frustration.

Rindou’s face was unreadable, but his hands were clenched at his sides, clearly holding back something. "You really thought you could just throw yourself into the middle of all this and walk away fine?" he muttered, his eyes flickering between the wound on your side and your face. "Damn it, princess…"

The room fell silent for a moment, the tension thick in the air. Then, Koko stepped forward, his face pale but determined. He gently placed his hand on your uninjured arm, his voice quieter but no less intense. "You’re lucky. You should be dead right now, and that’s not something I can just ignore. Don’t you ever do something like that again."

You felt a lump form in your throat, but you couldn’t respond. Every word they said made your heart ache, but it also filled you with warmth, knowing that they cared so much.

But then, as the medics rushed in to treat your wound, Mikey moved to your side, his eyes dark with emotion. His voice, when it came, was softer, but there was no mistaking the weight of his words. "You think we’re invincible, sweetheart? You think we can protect you if you keep acting like this?"

Your eyes fluttered open to meet his, and for the first time, you saw the vulnerability in his eyes—the fear of losing you.

"I don’t want to lose you, darling," he whispered, his voice rough, and his hand brushed a strand of hair from your face. "Stay with us. Don’t do something like that again."

You didn’t have the strength to say much, but you squeezed his hand, letting him know you heard him. "I won’t... I’m sorry."

There was a long silence before Kakucho’s calm voice broke through. "We’ll make sure this never happens again, sweetheart. No more slipping away. No more taking matters into your own hands."

Sanzu leaned against the wall, arms crossed, but there was something gentler in his gaze now as he looked at you. "You’ve got us watching you from now on. We don’t care if you don’t like it. You’re not going anywhere without one of us."

Koko stood at the foot of the table, still keeping a distance, but his voice was softer now. "You’re our responsibility. Don’t forget that."

You closed your eyes again, feeling the weight of the moment settle over you. The gang was right—this wasn’t a world for someone like you. But you didn’t regret what you did. You would protect them if it came to it, just like they would for you.

As the medics worked on you, stitching up the wound, you felt the warmth of the Bonten members around you, their eyes never leaving you. It was a dangerous world, but in that moment, you knew you weren’t alone. They would never let you go.

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The world around you was a hazy blur of voices, distant footsteps, and the faint beeping of machines. Everything felt heavy, but slowly, slowly, you started to wake. Your body ached, a dull throbbing pain radiating from your side where the stitches pulled tight against your skin.

The first thing you felt, though, was warmth.

Someone was there. Sitting quietly at your bedside.

You blinked a few times, your vision clearing just enough to see a familiar figure hunched forward, his elbows resting on his knees, hands dangling between them. Mikey. His head was bowed slightly, his usually unreadable expression cracked and vulnerable in the dim light.

His eyes were locked onto you, but he looked tired—so tired—and there was a shadow in his gaze that you hadn't seen before.

You stirred a little, wincing softly at the movement, and his head snapped up immediately. His hand instinctively reached out, hovering just over your arm but not touching, as if afraid he might hurt you more.

"Sweetheart…" he breathed, his voice a low, broken whisper. Relief and guilt warred in his expression as he looked at you like you might slip away again if he dared to blink.

You didn't speak at first. You just moved your hand, slow and careful, reaching out and gently placing your palm against his cheek.

Mikey froze under your touch, his whole body going rigid. His eyes widened slightly before they fluttered shut, leaning just a little into your hand as if grounding himself.

"I'm sorry, Mikey," you whispered, your voice still rough from sleep and weakness. "I… I just wanted to protect Koko… I didn’t mean to make you worry."

A sharp breath escaped him, almost like a laugh but too bitter, too broken. His hand finally moved to cover yours, trapping it gently against his face.

"You scared the hell out of me," Mikey muttered, voice cracking with the weight of all the emotions he usually buried deep. "I thought—" He stopped himself, jaw tightening. "I thought we were gonna lose you, baby."

You blinked up at him, heart twisting painfully at the sight of him—this man who bore the weight of a bloody empire—looking so shattered over you.

"I didn’t want anyone to get hurt," you said softly, tears pricking your eyes. "I couldn't just stand there and do nothing."

"I know," Mikey whispered, his thumb brushing softly over the back of your hand. "But if you ever get hurt like this again... I won’t survive it."

The silence between you was heavy but comforting, filled with all the unspoken things neither of you could put into words.

Finally, Mikey leaned down, pressing a feather-light kiss to your forehead. "Rest now, darling," he murmured against your skin. "We’re here. You’re safe. I promise."

Still holding your hand against his cheek, Mikey stayed by your side, refusing to move. As you drifted back to sleep, your heart ached—not from the pain, not from the injury—but from the overwhelming, fragile love that existed between you and the man who rarely let himself be this vulnerable.

And in that moment, you knew—you would do it all over again if it meant protecting them. Protecting him.

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One by one, they came. Each member stepped into your room with the same heavy look in their eyes—worry, guilt, and something even deeper that they couldn’t quite hide. To them, you looked fragile, breakable. A sight they never wanted to see again.

The pain still clung to you, sharp and unforgiving. Even shifting slightly in bed made your body scream in protest. But none of that mattered—not when you knew they were safe. Not when the chaos had ended.

Rindou and Ran sat quietly on either side of your bed, both of them gripping your hands like lifelines. "Don’t ever do that to us again," Rindou said, his voice tight, his thumb brushing over your knuckles without thinking. "Ever," Ran added, a rare seriousness softening his usually playful face.

You offered them a tired, small smile, squeezing their hands back as best you could. "I’m sorry," you whispered, your voice rough but honest. "I just... I couldn't watch Koko get hurt."

Their grips tightened a little, as if they understood, but also as if they were terrified. You had protected one of their own. The next to enter was Sanzu.

Sanzu leaned against the doorframe for a moment, just staring at you. His usual cocky grin was nowhere in sight. Instead, his jaw was tense, and there was a wild glint of guilt in his eyes.

"Angel," he muttered, stepping closer, hands shoved deep into his pockets like he didn’t know what to do with them. "You really scared the shit outta us, y'know that?"

You gave him a soft look, still too weak to fully smile, but you reached a hand toward him weakly. It was enough. Sanzu crossed the room in two strides, crouching down by your bed and letting you rest your hand lightly on his shoulder.

He didn't say anything more — he just stayed there for a moment, breathing you in, like making sure you were really alive. Before leaving, he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, a rare gentleness slipping through his usual chaos.

Next was Kakucho.

He entered the room quietly, a small tray in his hands with some cut fruit and a bottle of water. He looked at you like you were glass — about to shatter if he even breathed too hard.

"Here," Kakucho said softly, placing the tray on the nightstand. "You need to keep your strength up."

You gave him a tiny nod of thanks. Kakucho sat down carefully beside you, reaching out but stopping halfway, hesitating. You moved first — just brushing your fingers over his hand.

"You protected one of us," he said, voice thick with emotion. "But next time... let us protect you too, alright?"

You smiled faintly and whispered, "Okay," making him finally relax a little before he patted your hand gently and stood up, lingering for a few seconds longer than necessary before he left.

The room was silent after Kakucho left. You thought maybe it was over—that everyone had come to see you. But then you heard the lightest footsteps yet. Almost hesitant. Almost scared.

Koko stood in the doorway, frozen.

He looked... wrecked.

His hands were shaking slightly as he gripped the edge of the doorframe. His eyes were wide and glassy, guilt pouring off him in waves.

He opened his mouth to speak— Closed it— Tried again—

"I... I’m sorry," Koko finally choked out, voice barely a whisper. His face twisted in pain. "This is my fault. If you hadn't jumped in front of me—if I had been faster—you wouldn't be like this."

You saw the panic building inside him, the way he started to crumble right in front of you, guilt eating him alive. Without thinking, you lifted your hand weakly, beckoning him closer.

Koko stumbled forward, falling to his knees by your bedside, hands trembling as he reached for you but didn’t dare touch. Tears clung to his lashes.

Before he could spiral further, you leaned forward as much as you could manage — and gently pressed a kiss to his forehead.

A soft, lingering kiss, full of forgiveness.

Koko froze, his breath catching in his throat. And then he buried his face against your hand, shoulders shaking as he clung to you, as if anchoring himself to your warmth.

"It's not your fault," you whispered, your thumb brushing lightly against his cheek. "I’d do it again, Koko. Every single time."

It took a long moment, but eventually he nodded against your hand, trying—and failing—to stop the tears that slipped free.

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It took days — maybe even weeks — but slowly, surely, you began to heal. The bruises faded. The pain dulled to an ache. And finally, you were allowed out of bed.

But if you thought you were going to move around freely again... You underestimated how insanely protective Bonten was about you now.

Ran was the first to notice you trying to sneak down the hallway one morning.

"Oi, oi, princess~" he called lazily from the couch, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. He practically materialized beside you in seconds, casually slinging an arm around your shoulders like you were made of spun sugar. "Where do you think you're sneaking off to, huh? Need an escort?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help smiling as he led you toward the kitchen — like you were royalty needing a personal guard.

Rindou wasn’t far behind.

He pretended to be nonchalant, sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee, but his sharp eyes tracked your every step. When you reached up to grab a glass from a high shelf, he was immediately behind you, grabbing it down for you without saying a word.

"Just... don’t strain yourself, okay?" he muttered, glancing away awkwardly. You caught the slight pink at the tips of his ears, and it warmed your heart.

Kakucho was even worse.

He hovered nearby constantly, offering help with anything and everything. You tried to carry a blanket from the laundry room once — just a light blanket — and Kakucho was immediately there, taking it from your hands like you were lifting a mountain.

"You’re still recovering," he said firmly, carrying it for you before you could protest.

If you even looked remotely tired, Kakucho was already steering you gently toward the couch with a stern, silent stare until you sat down.

Koko had turned into a walking checklist.

Every time you moved, he’d appear like magic with a glass of water, a snack, a pillow—whatever he thought you might need.

"You feeling dizzy? Sit down for a minute. Here. Take this," he'd say, pressing things into your hands like an anxious mother hen.

If you so much as yawned, Koko was immediately at your side, fussing over you until you were tucked into a blanket again.

You started to wonder if you were ever going to be allowed to stand without an entire security detail.

Sanzu took a different approach.

He stayed near — not hovering — but always close enough to catch you if you stumbled. He didn't smother you. Instead, he watched, sharp and quiet, stepping in only when absolutely necessary.

Still, you could feel his gaze like a tether — like an invisible thread connecting you. When you got too tired, Sanzu would wordlessly offer his arm for you to lean on, guiding you back to the couch without a word. And sometimes, when he thought you were asleep, you’d catch him brushing your hair back from your face so, so gently.

Mikey wasn’t like the others. He didn’t hover. He didn’t fuss. He didn’t bring you water or pillows or snacks.

Instead... he watched.

From the doorway. From the hallway. From the corner of the room — silent, unmoving, his dark eyes tracking your every move like a hawk.

Whenever you laughed softly with Ran, or let Koko adjust your blanket, or leaned tiredly against Kakucho’s shoulder... Mikey was there. Always watching. Always quiet. Like a ghost who couldn't bear to step too close.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care. It was that he cared too much.

He was terrified.

Terrified that if he touched you, he might break you again. Terrified that the world could hurt you — and that he, somehow, hadn't been strong enough to stop it last time.

Mikey’s heart was still bleeding from the sight of you lying there that night — blood staining your clothes, eyes fluttering shut.

That memory haunted him. And it made him too scared to reach for you now.

But you noticed. Of course you did.

You noticed the way his fists would clench and unclench at his sides when you winced in pain. The way he lingered at the doorway for hours without coming in. The way his voice — when he did speak — was so soft it barely existed.

"You're okay now, right...?" he asked you once, late at night, standing just outside your room. His voice cracked mid-sentence, like he didn’t believe his own words.

You smiled softly. "Yeah, Mikey. I’m okay."

His shoulders sagged — just a little — with relief.

But he still didn’t step inside.

Not yet.

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It happened one evening, while the others were gathered in the living room.

You were wrapped in a big blanket, sitting curled up between Ran and Kakucho, your body still aching but your heart warm. Rindou had brought you a cup of hot tea. Sanzu was stretched out lazily nearby, keeping an eye on you even while pretending to be half-asleep. Koko sat stiffly in the armchair, glancing your way every few seconds like he was making sure you were really there.

And Mikey... Mikey was standing in the corner.

Watching. Silent. Still not coming close.

Your chest ached seeing him like that — so distant, so afraid. So you made a choice.

You pushed the blanket aside slowly, standing up carefully on unsteady legs. Immediately, the room shifted — Ran and Kakucho reaching to steady you, Rindou already halfway off the couch. But you shook your head gently.

You walked — slow but determined — straight toward Mikey.

His dark eyes widened slightly as you approached, but he didn’t move. He just watched you with a fragile, broken kind of hope.

Without a word, you reached for him, taking his hand in yours. It trembled slightly in your grasp.

You gave him a small, reassuring smile.

And finally — finally — Mikey moved.

He pulled you into his arms so carefully, like you were something sacred. He sank down onto the couch, keeping you cradled in his lap, tucking you into his chest like he couldn’t bear to let you go ever again.

You let out a soft, happy sigh, nuzzling against him as he buried his face in your hair, breathing you in.

The room went very still, the others watching quietly with soft, relieved smiles.

Mikey's voice was barely a whisper against your hair. "Missed you, angel..."

You smiled against his chest, feeling his heart beating fast against your cheek.

Lifting your head, you cupped his face gently between your hands. His eyes met yours — so full of emotion it almost broke you.

And then, you leaned up and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.

It was tender, sweet — full of everything you couldn’t put into words.

When you pulled back, Mikey just stared at you for a second, stunned. Then he smiled — a real, small smile, the first one you'd seen from him in days.

"Thank you, baby..." he whispered, forehead resting against yours.

But before you could sink deeper into the quiet moment, a chorus of dramatic voices broke out around you:

"Hey! No fair!" Ran called from across the room, grinning wide.

"If Mikey gets a kiss, I want one too," Rindou muttered, crossing his arms with a mock pout.

"I was the one who fed you all that soup!" Kakucho added, faking offense.

Koko, surprisingly, didn’t say anything — but the way he looked at you, eyes wide and pleading, said enough.

Sanzu just smirked lazily, tilting his head. "C'mon, angel. Don’t play favorites now."

You giggled softly — a real, bright sound that made all of them relax instantly.

Still cuddled up in Mikey’s lap, you smiled at the rest of them, warm and teasing:

"Fine, fine. Line up, boys."

Ran practically jumped over the back of the couch to get to you first, while the others laughed, the room finally — finally — feeling whole again.

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You couldn’t stop laughing softly as they all lined up, half-teasing, half-serious, waiting for their turn like a bunch of overgrown kids.

Mikey still held you protectively in his lap, arms loose around your waist, not letting you go far — but he allowed you to lean toward the others.

Ran was first, of course.

He knelt dramatically in front of you like some prince from a fairytale, smirking up at you. "Alright, princess. Give me your best shot."

You giggled, leaning forward to press a quick, playful kiss to his forehead.

Ran clutched his chest like he’d been shot. "So cruel," he whined dramatically, falling backward onto the floor, making everyone laugh.

Rindou came next, grumbling under his breath.

"Che," he muttered, cheeks slightly pink. "Ran’s forehead gets a kiss? I better get more than that."

You smiled warmly at him and reached out, cupping his cheek before kissing him sweetly on the tip of his nose.

Rindou froze like a statue, blinking in stunned silence before muttering, "Tch... whatever," but you caught the shy little smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he sat back down.

Kakucho approached with that quiet, steady presence of his.

"You don't have to if you're tired," he said gently, ever the protector.

You shook your head, touched by his kindness, and leaned in to place a soft, lingering kiss on his temple.

Kakucho closed his eyes for a moment, breathing out slowly, like you had just given him a blessing. He ruffled your hair softly before moving aside, a rare, tiny smile playing on his lips.

Sanzu swaggered up next, grinning wide.

"Don’t hold back, pretty girl," he teased, tilting his head invitingly. "I can handle a real kiss."

You rolled your eyes affectionately and leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth — just a soft brush of your lips.

Sanzu’s grin widened like the Cheshire Cat. "Tease," he whispered, winking at you as he sauntered away, laughing under his breath.

And then... there was Koko.

He hesitated — hovering nearby, hands shoved deep in his pockets, eyes flickering nervously. You smiled, ready to give him a kiss on the cheek too, but the moment you leaned toward him —

he moved first.

Quickly, almost desperately, Koko grabbed your wrist, pulling you gently but firmly toward him.

"Wait," he mumbled, voice low and rough. "I... I want a real one."

Before you could respond, he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.

Not rushed. Not rough. But deep — full of everything he was too scared to say aloud. A soft, trembling kiss that told you how guilty, how grateful, and how scared he had been.

You melted into him for a moment, feeling his hand trembling slightly where it rested at your waist.

When Koko finally pulled back, his cheeks were flushed, eyes wide and glistening.

"I’m sorry," he whispered, so quietly you almost didn’t hear it. "For everything."

You cupped his face gently, smiling up at him.

"You don’t have to apologize," you whispered back. "I’m okay. You’re okay. That’s all that matters."

Koko let out a shaky breath, forehead resting against yours for a long moment before he finally, reluctantly, let you go.

Behind you, Mikey’s arms tightened protectively around you again, pulling you back into his lap where you belonged. The others gathered close — not just friends, not just protectors.

Family.

Your heart felt so full you thought it might burst.

And for the first time in what felt like forever — You felt completely, utterly safe.

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The weeks following your injury had been both slow and emotional. Day by day, the pain in your body faded, and the tenderness of your injury became nothing more than a distant memory. You were healing, both physically and emotionally, with Bonten’s constant care around you. They were always there, watching over you, not just as a form of protection but because they cared.

Each of them had their own way of helping you heal — Mikey was always by your side, keeping an eye on you with his quiet intensity. Sanzu was relentlessly teasing you to keep your spirits high, while Kakucho was always the quiet one, ready to support you in any way you needed. Ran and Rindou were constantly checking in, making sure you were okay and offering their time for anything you needed. Koko, always overly cautious, was the one who hovered the most, making sure you had everything you needed.

And you loved them all equally.

As the days went by, you could feel yourself growing stronger. The ache in your body was gone, and while Mikey still held that protective, almost possessive gaze when he looked at you, it wasn’t because you were fragile anymore. You were healed, and yet, they still looked at you like you were the most precious thing in their world.

Tonight was special, though. Bonten had a meeting with an important client at a club, and Mikey insisted that you come along, though not just for business. He wanted you there because, despite your recovery, he couldn’t bear the thought of you being away from him. He needed to keep you close, to protect you. But it wasn’t just Mikey — the others felt the same way.

The dress they had picked out for you was simple in its elegance but stunning all the same. A long black gown, sleek and sophisticated, clung to your curves without being over the top. The deep neckline was bold but not too revealing, the fabric soft and flowing as it swished with each movement. The dress shimmered under the lights, and as you stood before the Bonten members, you could feel all their eyes on you.

Mikey was the first to glance your way, and for a moment, the protective instinct in his eyes softened into something else — something that spoke of deep pride. He didn’t just see you as his responsibility; he saw you as someone he cherished and adored. But when his gaze met yours, he didn’t say anything. He just pulled you close, his arm winding around your waist, a silent promise of protection.

Ran and Rindou exchanged a look, both of them impressed. Ran was the first to speak, his usual cocky grin in place as he made his way over to you. “Well, well, well… Look who’s looking like a million bucks tonight. How are we supposed to focus on business with you in the room, huh?”

You laughed softly, feeling the attention from them but also feeling their affection — not just Mikey’s, but from all of them. You weren’t just his — you were theirs, equally cherished by each one.

Sanzu, ever the teasing one, flashed you a mischievous grin. “I can’t blame the client for being distracted. I’d be too if I had someone like you next to me.” His voice was playful, but his eyes spoke of something deeper — the protective streak all the Bonten members had for you.

Kakucho was next, his usual calm demeanor even more pronounced tonight. He nodded at you with a rare, soft smile, and his deep voice was filled with sincerity. “You look incredible. No one will dare hurt you with us here.”

Koko, still looking a little unsure, approached hesitantly. But when he saw you, his usual reserve melted, and he was struck silent, staring at you like he couldn’t believe how beautiful you looked. When he finally found his voice, it was barely a whisper, “You’re… breathtaking.” His words weren’t just about your appearance; they were a mixture of awe and admiration.

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The night air was crisp as Bonten’s sleek black cars pulled up to the exclusive club. The flashing lights from the club’s entrance illuminated the faces of the Bonten members as they stepped out, their presence commanding the attention of everyone around. But none of their usual confidence or intensity was more apparent than Mikey’s, who, despite his usual composed demeanor, couldn’t help but glance toward you as you exited the car.

Dressed to perfection, you were the center of attention — in a long, elegant black gown, your every step exuding confidence and grace. The Bonten members kept close to you as you entered the club, the heavy beats of music vibrating through the air. Your heart raced for a moment, but the steady presence of Mikey and the others helped ground you.

Ran, ever the smooth talker, flashed a grin at a few onlookers, making sure everyone saw who you were with. “Let’s not waste any time,” he said, guiding you through the entrance. Rindou, his hand protectively placed at your back, led the way. The others followed close, as if forming a protective barrier around you.

Inside the club, the lights were dim but vibrant, casting an atmospheric glow across the room. The pulse of the music, the clink of glasses, and the murmur of conversation filled the space as Bonten moved through it. Their path was clear — the private lounge they had reserved was waiting for them, a secluded area tucked away from the main crowd. The VIP area, where only the most important clients and their guests were allowed.

As you entered the private lounge, the soft plush of the couches and dim lighting made the space feel like a haven. Mikey, always aware of your comfort, guided you to one of the couches. “Take a seat,” he murmured, gesturing toward a space next to him. But it was clear — you were the priority, not the client they were about to meet.

Sanzu, his usual mischievous smirk on his lips, followed you and made sure you were settled. “Make yourself comfortable,” he said lightly, his eyes glinting. He couldn’t help but admire the way the gown hugged your figure, the way the soft glow of the lights made you seem even more ethereal.

As you sat down on the couch, the Bonten members took their usual positions, but it was clear that their attention kept drifting to you.

Kakucho, always the quiet one, couldn’t help but glance in your direction. His eyes softened when he saw you adjusting your position, curling up a little for comfort. You looked so at ease, yet there was still a vulnerability in you — something that made him want to protect you all the more. He kept his distance for now, but there was an unmistakable warmth in his gaze whenever he looked at you.

Meanwhile, Koko, who had been quieter than usual, watched you with a look that could only be described as reverent. His usual hesitation in social settings was gone as he admired how effortlessly you carried yourself. Every little movement, every slight shift in your position, seemed to captivate him, and he couldn’t stop staring. “You look stunning,” he said quietly, almost to himself, though everyone in the room could hear the sincerity in his voice.

As the group settled into the lounge, the others all began to relax, but none could fully ignore how you had transformed the space. Mikey, sitting beside you, couldn’t help but look at you with pride. He had been adamant that you come along tonight — not because of business, but because of his own need to keep you safe. But as he observed you now, there was a deeper sense of admiration that filled his chest. You weren’t just his responsibility anymore. You were theirs — a part of their world, just as much as they were a part of yours.

Ran stretched out on one of the chairs, his eyes glancing toward you occasionally, an amused grin playing on his lips. “It’s amazing how you make this place seem like a dream,” he remarked teasingly, though the admiration in his tone was undeniable.

Rindou, leaning against a table, looked over at you with a mix of affection and pride. “Mikey’s right — we couldn’t keep you hidden in the back. Everyone here’s going to notice you anyway.”

The minutes passed, and while Mikey chatted with the others about the meeting and the client they were waiting for, the conversation naturally drifted back to you. But it wasn’t just the way you looked that kept them mesmerized. It was the way you fit in with them, the way you belonged. You weren’t just their guest; you were an integral part of their world.

As time passed, the other members shifted slightly in their seats, eyes occasionally drifting toward you. They weren’t being obvious, but the admiration was clear. There was a softness to the way they looked at you — a mix of pride, affection, and protectiveness. They were all so aware of how much you had become a part of their lives.

Koko, still sitting closest to you, leaned forward slightly, his fingers lightly grazing your hand as he whispered, “Don’t think you’ll get away without a little attention, darling. You’re practically glowing tonight.”

You couldn’t help but smile, the warmth of their attention settling over you like a blanket. Despite the intensity of their world, the dangerous games they played, they had always made sure you were cared for — but tonight, it was different. Tonight, it was about more than just protecting you.

It was about admiring you.

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The minutes stretched on as the Bonten members waited for their client to arrive. The lounge’s ambient lighting and the low hum of conversation filled the space, but for you, the minutes felt like hours. You had already become accustomed to the attention from the Bonten members, each one equally protective and affectionate, but now that the client hadn’t arrived yet, the stillness of the moment had you feeling a bit restless.

You leaned back on the plush couch, swirling the contents of your drink in your hand. The glass was cool, refreshing — the tang of citrus a sharp contrast to the heaviness in the air as Mikey, Ran, and Rindou discussed business in low tones. Kakucho, ever the stoic figure, stood by the entrance, his eyes scanning the room, always alert. Koko, too, had his focus split between you and the conversation. But you, well, you were beginning to feel a bit bored.

“You’ve been awfully quiet,” Sanzu’s voice came from behind you, breaking the silence. He leaned over the back of the couch, a playful grin on his lips. “You’re not getting bored already, are you?”

You chuckled softly, glancing over at him. “I’ve been sitting here for what feels like ages. The client isn’t even here yet.”

Sanzu’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he pushed off the couch, his hands in his pockets. “Well, if you’re getting bored, you can always go dance. The music’s not bad, and you deserve to let loose a little. Mikey said you’re free to have some fun tonight.” He raised an eyebrow, daring you. “I’ll go with you, of course. I’ll be your personal bodyguard for the night.”

You raised an eyebrow, considering the offer. Dancing? It had been years since you’d been to a club, let alone danced. But there was something tempting about it, the idea of getting lost in the music, even if only for a little while. And you knew that with Sanzu by your side, you’d be safe. He had a way of making everything feel more carefree, and his protective streak, even though it was playful, was something you could always count on.

After a brief pause, you finally agreed. “Alright, let’s do it. It’s been ages since I danced.”

Sanzu grinned, his expression lighting up at the idea. “That’s the spirit! Let’s get you out there, sweetheart.”

The music thudded through the club’s speakers, the deep bass vibrating in your chest as you stepped onto the dance floor. Sanzu walked beside you, his proximity enough to ensure you were safe but still allowing you to enjoy yourself. The crowd pulsed with energy, but you were lost in the beat, feeling the rhythm take over. You hadn’t realized how much you’d missed dancing until now. It was freeing, intoxicating even, and you couldn’t help but smile, letting the music guide you.

But then, like a shadow, a man appeared out of nowhere, his eyes scanning you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. He sidled up to you, clearly too bold and a little too drunk.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he slurred, his voice loud enough to cut through the music. “Mind if I buy you a drink? Or maybe we can dance… I’m sure you’re too pretty to be alone.”

You instinctively took a step back, uncomfortable with how close he was getting, but the stranger wasn’t taking the hint. His hand reached for your arm, brushing it lightly, but it felt too forceful — possessive.

“Hey, let go,” you murmured, trying to brush him off.

But the man didn’t listen. He leaned in closer, completely disregarding your personal space. That’s when you looked up at Sanzu, your unease clear. You didn’t need to say a word — Sanzu had already noticed. His expression darkened, and his posture shifted, the playful, teasing attitude replaced with something colder.

Sanzu stepped forward, positioning himself between you and the stranger. His voice dropped into a low, dangerous tone as he addressed the man.

“Didn’t you hear her?” Sanzu’s voice was laced with a cold edge, his eyes narrowing as he locked onto the stranger. “She said ‘no.’ I suggest you walk away. Now.”

The man, clearly intoxicated and not used to being talked to in such a way, scoffed and took a step forward. “What’s your problem, man? She’s just having fun.”

Sanzu didn’t hesitate. His hand shot out, gripping the guy by the collar and lifting him off the ground with surprising strength. “My problem is that you don’t seem to understand boundaries,” Sanzu growled, his eyes flashing with fury. “If you don’t back the hell off, I’m going to make sure you regret it.”

The stranger’s face drained of color as he struggled against Sanzu’s grip, but he didn’t stand a chance. Sanzu’s gaze was like ice, and the threat in his voice was unmistakable. He gave the man a little shake, just enough to make him realize the situation he was in.

“Now,” Sanzu continued, his voice cold and unwavering, “I think you’re going to walk away, and you’re going to do it quietly. Got it?”

The man nodded, eyes wide with fear, and without another word, Sanzu released him. The man stumbled backward, muttering something under his breath as he quickly made his way through the crowd, his drunken bravado replaced with clear regret.

Sanzu turned to you then, his posture immediately softening as he checked in on you. His hand rested on your shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle, though his eyes were still sharp and protective. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice now tinged with concern. His eyes flicked over you, scanning for any sign of discomfort.

You nodded, your heart still racing, but you felt safe with him by your side. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks, Sanzu. That was... kind of intense.”

Sanzu’s lips curled into a smirk, but there was no playfulness in it — just a quiet, steely determination. “I don’t mess around when it comes to people trying to mess with you,” he said simply, his gaze softening ever so slightly as he looked you over. “You’re my responsibility, sweetheart. Don’t forget that.”

You couldn’t help but smile, a little relieved and comforted by his fierce protectiveness. “I won’t. Thank you for having my back.”

Sanzu’s grin returned, though it was still edged with that protective fierceness. “Of course. Now, let’s grab another drink, yeah? You’re not letting that idiot ruin your night.”

As you walked back to the lounge, Sanzu’s hand never left your shoulder, guiding you through the crowd. There was a protective warmth in his touch, the kind that only came from someone who cared about you deeply. And as much as you had wanted a carefree night, you realized that with Sanzu around, you didn’t have to worry about a thing.

___________________________________________________________________________

The moment you stepped back into the lounge, the room seemed to shift. You could feel the eyes of the Bonten members on you, but this time, it was different. The way they looked at you wasn’t just a passing glance; it was an appreciation, a realization of your strength. Their expressions softened just a bit, almost like they were seeing you in a new light. But then, there was also that strange tension in the air, as if the room was holding its breath.

Mikey, sitting at the head of the table, watched you closely as you re-entered, his eyes narrowing slightly as if studying you more carefully than before. He was proud of you, but there was something else — an instinctive protectiveness that flared within him, especially as he noticed the shift in the air.

“Welcome back,” Ran said with a smirk, leaning back in his chair, eyes flicking over to you with a casual air.

“Welcome back Princess,” Rindou added with a raised brow, his usual teasing tone still present but softer, recognizing your strength.

Kakucho nodded at you silently, his usual stoic face giving a subtle hint of approval, while Sanzu looked at you with a mix of pride and something deeper — admiration, maybe.

But the client... the client couldn’t keep his eyes off you, and it was clear he was more than just impressed. His gaze was practically leering, a smirk forming on his lips as he watched you with a predatory interest. You felt the weight of it immediately, but you held your head high, standing firm despite the discomfort.

Mikey’s expression shifted, his gaze flickering from the client to you, then back again. He could see the way the client was watching you, the way his eyes lingered a little too long. His protective instincts flared again, but he didn’t say anything immediately. He wanted to see how things would unfold.

But the client, emboldened by the silence and the alcohol in his system, leaned back in his chair and chuckled, breaking the tension in the room with his next words.

“Well, well,” he drawled, his voice thick with arrogance. “I didn’t realize Bonten had such a beautiful piece of property.” He looked directly at Mikey, his smirk widening. “You know, Mikey... I’ve been thinking. How about you let me take her off your hands for a night? She’s a real pretty slut, don’t you think?”

The words hit the room like a bomb. The silence that followed was deafening. Everyone’s gaze shot immediately to the client, but it wasn’t surprise on their faces — it was anger, disgust, and most of all, the unmistakable glint of protective fury.

Mikey’s face darkened immediately, his jaw tightening as his eyes locked onto the client with an icy stare. He didn’t speak at first. He didn’t need to. The threat in his eyes was enough to make even the bravest man reconsider his next words.

But you weren’t going to wait for Mikey to respond. You had already stood up, the same quiet determination in your eyes that had shown itself before. Your hands curled into fists, but your expression remained calm — controlled.

“I’m not a ‘piece of property,’” you said coolly, your voice steady despite the storm brewing in the room. “And I’m certainly no one’s ‘slut.’”

The client laughed again, clearly thinking you were just trying to play it off. But that laugh faltered as he saw the look in your eyes — the same one the Bonten members had seen in you earlier. The one that told him you weren’t someone to mess with.

Sanzu’s hand shifted instinctively, ready to step forward at the first sign of trouble, but Mikey was already on his feet, his voice calm but low, like a snake preparing to strike.

“You don’t speak about her like that again,” Mikey said, his tone quiet but dangerous. “And you better learn your place, because Bonten doesn’t tolerate disrespect like that.”

The client’s face faltered for a moment, but then, in a show of arrogance, he tried to brush it off. “Oh, come on, Mikey. It was just a joke. I was only asking...”

You didn’t wait for him to finish. In one smooth motion, you stepped forward, the knife Mikey had given you now in your hand. You held it with the ease of someone who knew exactly what they were doing. Without hesitation, you shoved it in the client’s direction, pressing it dangerously close to his throat, making sure he could feel the cold steel against his skin.

“Jokes like that aren’t funny,” you said, your voice low and steely. “Now apologize. Or things will get worse for you.”

The room was deathly still. The Bonten members watched closely — some with glimmers of approval, others simply waiting to see how it would unfold. Mikey’s eyes never left you, though his expression had softened slightly. This was the person he had chosen to protect — strong, unyielding, and willing to stand up for herself without hesitation.

The client’s bravado crumbled, but then something ugly sparked inside him. His rage boiled over, and he suddenly screamed, his voice echoing harshly against the lounge walls. "You—! You think you can talk to me like that, you slut?! You think Bonten can just do whatever it wants with me?!"

His words hung heavy in the air, thickening the already suffocating tension in the room.

Without flinching, you moved. Calmly, almost slowly, you pulled the knife free again — only to ram it into his hand with precise, merciless force. The client's scream tore through the silence, a brutal, satisfying sound that made you smirk in grim satisfaction as you watched him writhe.

"You little—" he started, fury and panic twisting his features.

But before he could spit another word or you could act again, Sanzu moved. His hand, already twitching in response, was the first to act. He stepped forward in a flash, his usual teasing demeanor completely gone. His face was cold, lethal, a predator locked onto his prey.

He placed a firm hand on your shoulder, stopping you with surprising gentleness, pulling you back just enough. "Easy now, doll," he murmured lowly, his voice a dangerous contrast to the chaos, while his sharp eyes stayed pinned to the wounded man before him.

Sanzu’s hand was steady on your shoulder, keeping you close but careful not to push you harshly. His gaze flicked to Mikey for just a split second — a silent, wordless conversation passing between them.

Mikey, who had remained seated and eerily quiet through it all, finally moved.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he extended a hand toward you. No words were needed. You felt Sanzu gently guide you toward him, and you stepped without hesitation into Mikey’s waiting arms.

He pulled you into his lap with a firmness that left no room for protest, wrapping his arms protectively around you, cradling you against his chest as if shielding you from the rest of the world. His chin rested lightly atop your head, his touch careful, yet you could feel the tension vibrating through his body — a leash barely holding back the storm inside him.

"You did good, pretty girl," Mikey murmured low enough that only you could hear. "But no more getting your hands dirty, yeah?" His voice was soft, but the weight behind it was heavy — not a command, but a plea.

Around you, the others stood like silent shadows.

Ran let out a low whistle, smirking a little, though even he looked impressed. "She’s got better aim than half the guys I’ve seen." "Yeah, but don't encourage her," Kakucho muttered, crossing his arms and glancing at the still-screaming client with a frown. His protective instincts were clear in the tightness of his posture.

Rindou chuckled under his breath, exchanging a look with Koko, who for once looked more concerned than amused. "She’s scary when she wants to be," Rindou said lightly, but there was pride in his voice too.

Koko, still pale from the earlier chaos, shook his head. "You scared the hell out of me," he muttered toward you, but the corners of his mouth lifted into a small, relieved smile. "Don’t do that again, angel."

Meanwhile, the client clutched his bleeding hand, whimpering and cursing under his breath. He looked utterly pathetic now — a far cry from the arrogant man who had dared to insult you minutes before.

Mikey lifted his gaze slowly, staring down at the client with eyes as cold as winter ice.

"Consider this your only warning," Mikey said softly, almost sweetly — which somehow made it all the more terrifying. "You don’t touch what belongs to us. You don't even look the wrong way."

Sanzu grinned lazily beside you, his usual dangerous spark returning to his eyes. "If you’re lucky," Sanzu added, almost sing-song, "you might get to leave with that hand still attached."

The client barely nodded, his face pale and sweaty with fear.

Mikey finally turned his full attention back to you, loosening his hold just slightly so you could shift more comfortably in his lap. You leaned back against him, relaxing into his warmth. His hands were steady, strong — a silent promise that nothing and no one would hurt you again.

And for a moment, surrounded by the lethal men of Bonten, their unwavering loyalty and deadly protectiveness wrapped around you like armor, you felt completely and utterly safe.

___________________________________________________________________________

The tension in the room slowly ebbed, though it never truly disappeared — not when it came to Bonten. But you... you had done what you needed. You had defended yourself. Defended your place at their side.

The adrenaline, however, was wearing off fast. The steady thump of Mikey’s heart against your back, the soft rumble of the others' voices, the weight of the room finally settling — it all made your body feel heavier, your eyes growing lidded and slow.

You barely registered Mikey’s arm tightening around you as you slumped slightly in his hold. He glanced down and caught the tiny yawn you tried — and failed — to hide.

“She’s falling asleep," Rindou murmured with a quiet laugh, nudging Ran, who only smirked knowingly.

"Figures," Ran drawled. "Little fighter spent all her energy. 'Bout time we take her home."

Mikey didn't say anything — just stood slowly, adjusting you in his arms with a gentleness that contrasted the hard set of his jaw. The others surrounded you like an unbreakable wall as they made their way out of the club, their presence ensuring no one dared even look your way.

By the time they reached the sleek black car waiting outside, you were already half-asleep, your head tucked under Mikey’s chin.

The door swung open smoothly, and Mikey, reluctant but knowing he needed to drive back, handed you carefully to Kakucho.

"Here," Mikey said simply, and Kakucho nodded, accepting you into his arms without hesitation.

You barely stirred as Kakucho settled you into his lap, one strong arm wrapped protectively around your waist, the other resting lightly across your thighs to keep you steady. He leaned back against the seat, making sure you were nestled securely against him.

"You did good, little one," Kakucho whispered near your ear, his voice soft enough that only you could hear — not that you were awake enough to respond.

The engine hummed to life, the smooth motion of the car pulling away from the club lulling you into deeper sleep almost immediately. Kakucho shifted just slightly, careful not to wake you, and the others fell into a rare, comfortable silence, the city lights blurring past the windows.

By the time they arrived at the penthouse, you were completely limp with exhaustion.

Sanzu hopped out first, opening the door, while Ran and Rindou moved ahead to clear the way. Mikey followed behind, his gaze flickering between you and the building like he was calculating every possible threat.

Kakucho carried you inside with quiet pride, as if he were holding something precious — which, to Bonten, you absolutely were.

He didn't hand you off to anyone else. Instead, he brought you directly to your bedroom, pushing the door open carefully with his foot. The soft lighting made the room glow in warm tones, and Kakucho gently laid you down onto your plush bed.

You stirred just a little, a tiny whimper leaving your lips at the loss of warmth.

Immediately, Mikey was there, crouching beside the bed, brushing hair from your face. "Shh, it’s okay, angel," he whispered. "You’re home now."

Someone — probably Koko or Ran — pulled a thick, soft blanket up over you, tucking it carefully around your small frame.

You felt the ghost of a kiss — first on your forehead, then your temple — though you were too far gone to tell who it was. Their presence, their warmth, their safety — it wrapped around you tighter than any blanket.

You smiled faintly in your sleep.

You were home. You were safe. You were loved.

And Bonten would make sure it stayed that way.

___________________________________________________________________________

The soft morning light spilled gently through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden, warm glow. You stirred slowly under the covers, the familiar ache in your muscles much lighter now — barely there, just a reminder of everything that had happened.

As you blinked sleepily awake, you became aware of soft murmuring voices just outside your door. And then, before you could even sit up, the door creaked open carefully.

Ran peeked his head inside first, grinning like he was up to something. "Look who's finally awake," he said teasingly, stepping fully into the room with a tray in his hands — stacked with your favorite breakfast foods.

Behind him trailed Rindou, Sanzu, Kakucho, Koko — and, finally, Mikey, who lingered just a step back, his dark eyes steady on you.

"Morning, princess," Sanzu drawled with a lazy smirk. "Or should I say... our little assassin?"

You let out a sleepy groan, burying your face into the pillow for a second before peeking out at them. "I don't even remember half of it," you mumbled.

Koko snorted, setting a drink down beside you. "You stabbed a client in the hand and made him cry. Then you fell asleep on Mikey like nothing happened. It was..." — he shrugged dramatically — "iconic."

Ran slid the tray onto your lap and plopped onto the bed beside you, careful not to jostle you too much. "You should’ve seen his face. Priceless."

Rindou leaned against the wall, arms crossed, smirking. "You’re lucky we didn’t record it. Would’ve made a great Christmas present."

Despite their teasing, you could feel the tenderness in their voices — the deep relief that you were okay, smiling and alive and here with them.

Kakucho was the quietest, simply reaching out to lightly brush a strand of hair behind your ear before stepping back, letting you eat in peace.

Mikey finally moved closer, sitting down carefully on the edge of your bed. He didn't say much — he rarely needed to — but the look he gave you was everything: pride, relief, and something deeper, almost reverent.

"You did good," he said softly, voice only for you.

You smiled warmly at him — at all of them. They weren’t just your protectors. They weren’t just Bonten. They were your family.

As you ate, they stayed with you, lounging around the room — telling stories, teasing each other, making plans for later — like nothing bad could ever touch this little world they built around you.

You knew dangers would come again. You knew life with Bonten would never be simple. But in that moment, in that morning light, surrounded by the only people who ever truly understood you, you realized something important:

You weren’t alone. You were stronger with them. And they would burn the entire world down before letting anything happen to you again.

You were theirs — and they were yours.

Forever.

___________________________________________________________________________

A Few Weeks Later

Life at the Bonten headquarters had settled into a new kind of normal. Meetings, negotiations, the occasional clean-up job — and you, weaving through it all like you belonged there all along.

One evening, after a long, lazy dinner, you were curled up in the lounge with the boys, everyone relaxed for once. Ran was sprawled across an entire couch like a cat. Rindou and Sanzu were battling in a video game. Koko and Kakucho were talking quietly at the bar. And Mikey? Mikey was sitting close behind you on the couch, absentmindedly playing with the hem of your shirt.

It was the kind of peaceful night that felt rare and precious.

"So," Ran drawled suddenly, stretching his arms over his head, "when are we giving our girl a Bonten tattoo?"

The room froze for a second.

You blinked. "Wait. What?"

Rindou immediately jumped in, grinning. "You are basically one of us now. Makes sense."

Sanzu threw his controller down dramatically. "Shit, yeah. We’ll ink you up right next to Mikey’s if you want. Make it official."

You laughed, half-flustered, half-thrilled. "I think stabbing a client bought me enough street cred already."

Koko chuckled behind his drink. "True. But a little Bonten tattoo would be hot. Maybe right here—" He teasingly poked your hip, making you squeal and squirm away.

Kakucho gave a rare, boyish smile. "You could design your own. We wouldn't force it... but it'd mean you're family. Officially."

You looked up at Mikey, who was watching you with that small, secretive smile he reserved only for you.

"Your choice," he said quietly, his voice vibrating against your back. "You’re already ours. Tattoo or not."

Your heart twisted warmly in your chest. They didn’t need ink to claim you. But... the idea of having a permanent reminder — something you chose — something that said you belonged to this family you had fought for — It stirred something fierce and soft inside you.

"I'll think about it," you said, smiling like you were hiding a secret.

Ran immediately whooped. "She’s thinking about it! That's basically a yes!"

Rindou leaned back, smirking. "Sanzu, you owe me ¥10,000. I said she'd say yes."

Sanzu groaned and tossed a pillow at him.

As chaos broke out again — Ran trying to convince you to get your tattoo on your thigh ("It’s hot, trust me"), Rindou suggesting something subtle behind your ear, Koko offering to pay for the best artist in Tokyo — you leaned back into Mikey’s warmth, laughing until your stomach hurt, feeling more at home than you ever had in your life.

You were Bonten's heart now.

And they'd make damn sure the whole world knew it.

[hai7ani]

Contrary to the nonchalant boyfriend belief Rindou still babies you like crazy even when you're both grown and is so many years into your relationship and he's got a pending mortgage loan for your marriage house because when he looks at you he still sees the little girl he fell in love with at the park when he was seven. And he's still the little boy who's always held your hand when you walked home together. Always stopped with you to feed stray alley cats and dogs because you've always had too much love and empathy in your soul. His heart still thumps weirdly when you would call out his name from the kitchen and all of a sudden he's a small boy again and you're running in little steps to show him a lady bug you found on a leaf. But this time you're showing him your daughter's baby teeth peeking out her squishy gums and he feels like he wants to cry because again, he still sees you in her. His little girl.

[puprdou]

What do you think of the dynamic rindou haitani x Takemichi's younger sister? (Also im obsessed with the theme you have)

thank u anon ! i feel as though when rindou haitani met takemichi’s younger sister, he was in immediate denial of finding her cute. it was so random how they met—it in the middle of the kanto incident when they had met. hina and her came with mikey and draken to the fight on the backs of their motorcycles.

but when he saw her, running out to her older brother, he swore he could feel his heart skipping a few beats. and his brother noticed it, too—he looked at how dazed he seemed, just following her every movements, and he had to snap his fingers in front of him just to snap him out of it.

ran never stopped teasing him about it. after they both got out of custody and joined rokuhara, rindou definitely spent his free time like an idiot, visiting her. behind her brother’s back, of course, as he would never let her date him of all people.

he’s definitely a tsundere in my opinion too! so, as much as he tries to deny it or act cool, he’s more shy around her, more awkward, and he tries to take her or ask her out on dates, but he never knows where to take her or how to ask, so it all just ends up with you both being super shy.

he tries to distance himself too, cause he doesn’t want you to get caught up in all the shit with the three deities and all three gangs, cause he really doesn’t want to see you hurt. but when he’s hurt, sometimes instead of going to ran, he’ll go to you instead, and just cuddle up to you and cling..

okay anyways, hope this satisfies you anon!

[chalkscene]

tokyo revengers ⇢ YOU’RE TOO DRUNK TO RECOGNIZE YOUR BOYFRIEND

ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani, ran haitani & shuji hanma

warnings: alcohol and a very hammered reader. the boys are more responsible than you <3

this is one of the rare occurrences wherein MIKEY actually shares his food. when you’ve finally given up on fighting him for the last bottle of alcohol, you start whining about your sudden hunger so he slides his plate of nachos over to you. he watches you eye it for a second before you drag your gaze up to him. “i have a boyfriend you know?” you tell him, your attempt to be menacing coming out pathetically as the attitude dripping from your tone is dampened by your slurred speech. mikey doesn’t need the club to be well lit. the strobe lights already illuminate your face enough for him to get a clear view of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. “i know,” he confirms with a tinge of exasperation, “because it’s me. mikey. your boyfriend.” he emphasizes his last words, his last effort to knock some sense into you but you only let out a cackle which catches him off guard. “nice try but mikey never shares his food.”

“that’s enough.” DRAKEN snatches the last of your many drinks for the night before you can gulp it down. being the perceptive boyfriend he is, he can already hear the complaint that’s about to slip from your tongue so he’s quick to pull you by the wrist, up from your seat and out the door. “where are you taking me?” you ask as clearly as your drunken state can let you—not so much but enough for your boyfriend to understand. “home.” at his curt reply, you yank your hand from his grip with a strength that startles even toman’s former vice president. “what the hell are you doing?” draken hisses lest you make a scene in public. “i’m calling my boyfriend,” you warn him, “bet he can kick your ass.” “yeah? i’d like to see him try.” he dismisses your empty threat, reaching for you once more to guide you to the exit but upon hearing a few whispers from prying strangers who are clearly getting the wrong idea, he stops in his tracks and turns to no one in particular, no longer caring about whatever commotion he may cause as his voice booms over the loud music: “i’m the boyfriend!”

“let me go!” you relentlessly thrash around, yelling out threats of calling your boyfriend, while BAJI—the boyfriend in question—pulls you into an empty alleyway to avoid any possible public humiliation for the both of you. “fuck,” he huffs out a breath, “when did you get this strong?” some time in the night, he’s tuned you out telling him off, on a sole mission to stop you from drinking more than you already have. and he’s relieved he managed to get you out of the bar—that is until he hears a weird noise coming from you. “wh-” baji doesn’t get the chance to utter a single word as you begin to throw up. in a panic, he hastily puts your hair up with his spare tie before rubbing soothing circles on your back. your hair looks real messy, he notes, but that’s the least of his worries. “you feeling better?” he checks on you after a while, only to be met by more retching, making him grumble to himself, “and i get an earful when i drink too much.”

MITSUYA is helping you get on your feet—sweet boyfriend he is—but as soon as you find your footing, you give him a hefty shove. “i have a boyfriend, jackass!” you seethe, too drunk to recognize him, and all he can do is sigh as he regains his balance. “yes. me.” something clicks in your brain at his response and you squint your eyes to get a better look at him. “takashi?” “hi, love.” and just like that, you perk up, your mouth stretching into a wide grin. “taka,” you squeal, excitement coursing through your veins when you recognize your boyfriend, “hiiiii~” he laughs at the shift in your tone and takes the opportunity to slide an arm around your waist once more. “let’s get you home okay?” “mhm.” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you with ease. mitsuya assumes you’re fast asleep until a few minutes later, you mumble something against his skin, “someone tried to flirt with me but i said no.” a chuckle bubbles past his lips as he adjusts his hold on you. “really?” “mhm,” you nod into his neck as you snuggle closer, “i only love you.” “i love you more.” “love you most,” you reply before soft snores fall from your lips and your breathing evens out.

you’re rambling about RINDOU to rindou himself, going on and on about the reasons that made you fall in love with him. and while you’re occasionally interrupted by your hiccups, he patiently listens to your every word then he hears a “but.” the ways you describe him next are less flattering, less romantic—how he tries so hard to act indifferent to your cooing as if the tips of his ears don’t instantly turn red. or how he has a permanent scowl etched on his face. and other things you already tell him even when you’re sober. “he’s really lucky he doesn’t have any wrinkles yet,” you add with a giggle. “you’re really annoying when you’re drunk, you know that?” rindou deadpans. despite the lack of lighting in the club, he doesn’t miss the shock washing over you, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “what?” your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip starts to wobble, making rindou release another groan. “for fuck’s sake.”

in spite of your insistence to stay at the club, RAN easily managed to drag you to his car. this isn’t his first rodeo. as an older brother, he has had to deal with rindou when he was blackout drunk. “where are we going?” you mumble as you begin to stir in the passenger seat. “home.” “i wanna see ran.” your boyfriend throws you a quick glance—your eyes remain closed and the rest of your words are incomprehensible—before he focuses back on the road. amused by your drunken state, he plays along. “alright, we’re going to ran.” the stretch of silence that follows is cut short when you speak again, “i’m thirsty.” so ran makes a quick stop at a convenience store, coming back shortly with a bottle in hand. he unscrews the cap before he gives you the drink, “careful.” you take a big gulp, instantly grimacing at the taste and it elicits a snort from your boyfriend. “what is this?” “water.”

“want more,” you slur. across from you, HANMA watches as you clumsily reach for the empty shot glasses on the table, flipping them upside down as if more alcohol will magically appear. he’s not going to lie—he finds it funny. entertaining, even. and if the circumstances were any different, he would’ve even encouraged this behavior. but he’s your boyfriend now and if there’s one thing he truly cares about, it’s you. drunk out of your wits, you don’t notice when hanma slides out of the booth until he’s soon presenting two more glasses to you. even though the contents are the same, he asks you to choose, “which one?” “hmm… that.” before you can get your hands on your drink, hanma intercepts and downs it in one go. you’re about to protest when he throws you over his shoulder and chugs the other drink out of your sight before heading for the exit. “let’s go.”

[kristennero-wallacewellsver]

HEAR ME OUT

[gojosoups]

cw: smut, cheating, right person but wrong time, fingering, cum licking, f!reader, all characters are 18+, MDNI

a/n: I do not in any way, shape, or form, condone cheating. enjoy this fic <3 more stuff coming out soon :)

You shiver, feeling the cold metal of his wedding ring kiss your flushed skin. Thick digits thrust into your slobbering pussy as he curls into your sweet spot. Your juices dripping, coating his fingers in your sweet nectar as he makes a mess out of your pussy. 

Cold silver against your hot skin as you grip the bathroom counter you're perched on, his minty breath fanning your blushing cheeks as you try to keep quiet, swallowing your pretty moans of pleasure as you bite your quivering lip. 

Pussy clenching on his skilled fingers, your eyes roll to the back of your skull, each thrust of his digits bringing you closer to the brink of pleasure. Lips pressing wet kisses against the span of your neck, his thumb slips between your wet folds, latching on to your sensitive bud, rubbing tight circles against your clit as you squirm. 

Throwing your head back in pleasure, you bring a hand to your mouth, trying to keep quiet as his pace increases, your legs quivering and pussy clenching impossibly tight on his fingers. Your cum coats his fingers as you reach your peak, watching through lidded eyes as his eager tongue darts out, cleaning his cream covered fingers as he licks away at your cum.  

All while his wife, waiting outside the door, was left wondering why he was taking so long to get ready.

── GOJO, GETO, nanami, TOJI, SUKUNA, choso, TAKUMA, EREN YEAGER, jean kirstein, levi, ERWIN SMITH, KANTO MANJI MIKEY, BONTEN SANZU, BONTEN RINDOU, bonten ran, HANMA, KISAKI, al haitham, KAMISATO AYATO, TARTAGLIA, zhongli, diluc, SAE ITOSHI, SHINDOU RYUSEI, KAISER, alexis ness, EITA OTOYA (lol) + your faves

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[ljubimaya]

This is 100 percent inspired by a conversation me and @softshuji had

There's a stark contrast between the Haitani brothers when it comes to eating you out.

Ran, like a true gourmand, likes taking his time with you. He is not one to rush, taking his time as he would run his tongue between your folds before eventually finding it's way to your clit. He eats you out like he kisses you - languidly, almost lazily exploring your wet cavern. There is no force in his tongue as it would glide between folds to drink up your arousal ever so tenderly. The same, however, could not be said about the bruising grip his hands have on your thighs. While Ran may have the patience of a saint when he's sucking on the tender flesh of your labia, you'd be crying and begging him to let you finally come. Your shaky legs would have no energy left after trying to force more friction, your hips failing to move against his face as his iron grip hinders your every movement. Does he take his time to tease you? To teach you a lesson? To satisfy a deep hunger? You wouldn't know that after the endless edging you have to endure to release all over him.

With Rindou, it's an entirely different story. Unlike his older brother, Rindou despises the very concept of edging. He eats you like a starved man, like a famished wolf devouring the poor little bunny he had hunted down. His grip on your legs is hard, but the movements of his tongue and nose are harder against your overstimulated pussy. Your clit would be hurting from the rough treatment, your muscles are stiff and the bruises on your inner thighs are aching. As much as you were ready to tap out any time, you wouldn't dare to. No, not until Rindou had his fill on you. Rindou, however, doesn't just eat you out. He is a dirty player, a true menace, when he gets down on you. His long fingers would thrust inside your pussy when you'd least expect it. A scream would escape your lips, the pain of the sudden thrust slowly fading into mindless pleasure the more the rough tips of Rindou's would hit your g spot. You'd come - again - but instead of giving you a second to breathe, he keeps on going, working you up to your nth orgasm of the night. Whenever you weren't too engulfed in the hard scissoring motion of his fingers, you would feel him smirking against your wet pussy. Did he do all of that to you to remind you who was in charge? To mock your complete and utter inferiority to him? In the end, it wouldn't matter as the next orgasm was just around the corner, and to Rindou, the night was still young.

[dreamerimpossible]

How protective would he be?

Warnings: A little toxic

Characters: Mikey, Kazutora, Sanzu, Izana, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Kisaki, Hanma.

Mikey

9/10

Pretty protective. However, he puts other people to protect you and keep an eye on you. He's usually pretty busy and can't keep an eye on you all the time. Depending on the timeline, there will be one of Mikey's trusted people near you all the time so that absolutely nothing bad happens to you. Mikey might know where you are at all times. So technically you have no secrets or alone time. You're also not allowed to complain or regret.

Kazutora

8/10

He is, but he's impulsive and acts like a madman. He's always by your side, and at the slightest negative response from another person, he'll freak out and fight. He pretty much does this all the time. Eventually he stops being cute and starts being worrisome. But you never say anything to him because he won't fully understand your complaint. Pretty aggressive and temperamental. It gets to a point where no one seems to talk to you for fear of something happening to them. I'll leave it up to you if it's good or bad.

Sanzu

9/10

He'll protect you from everyone but himself. If you tell him someone made you feel bad, he'll shoot and ask questions afterwards. You could even lie to get back at someone; he doesn't care. Seriously, he doesn't care. How would anyone dare to harm something that's Sanzu's, that belongs to him and only him? It would be like disrespecting him and denying his authority. Now, when it comes to him and his toxic behaviors towards you, he won't protect you or realize his mistake. Quite troublesome and stubborn.

Izana

10/10

You're always by his side. It's not like anyone can complain (that includes you). He does whatever he wants. You've never seen him protect you because no one dares to challenge his authority. He expects you to appreciate everything he does for you and see it practically as a necessity for you. He will make everyone in his gang treat you with respect and not overstep their trust with you. When you go home, he will accompany you with Kakucho. Sounds pretty good; the problem is that Izana is demanding.

Ran Haitani and Rindou Haitani

8/10

You are with him and his brother all the time. So the others recognize who you are, and that gives you quite a bit of protection. When you are not with them, they expressly tell you the places you can go and the people you should avoid talking to. They will get angry if you don't listen to them and disobey their demands. Suddenly, they might be too nosy, asking you what you did and where you were. They only want to protect you and control you. But that's okay.

Kisaki

7/10

He is, but don't mess with him. He's a busy man. Don't do anything stupid or get into trouble. He hates to leave things he's doing to save your ass. The most he could do is send someone over if it's not that serious and scold you afterwards. He seems to hate stupid and impulsive behavior, so he'll be very harsh about it. He'll save you whenever you're in danger and all, but seriously, follow his damn rules.

Hanma

10/10

If I'm honest, he has to save you a lot. But not because of you, but because of him. He gets into trouble and drags you into every single one. If you don't like adrenaline and danger, he's not your guy. Also, you have to trust him to get you out of every single trouble he gets you into. Now, if you get into trouble on your own, he'll act a lot harsher on those who hurt you. No one messes with their girl if they can stop them. But frankly, who would dare? Hanma is lethal.

[evergone]

Sleepless

Rindou Haitani x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (allusions to sex), swearing

Description: The reader can't sleep because the Tenjiku members are being far too loud.

You had tried so hard all night not to disturb your boyfriend and his friends as they celebrated their recent successes in your lounge room, but as your eyes fluttered open for the fifth time that night, you knew you had to go and ask them to be just a tad quieter. Of course, you felt terrible because Rindou was being so considerate already. You couldn’t even hear the crappy rap music they were playing, just the echo of the bass through the walls, and both of the times that you were woken up by their chatter you heard Rindou frantically scrambling to hush them.

With a yawn and a small stretch, you pulled your throw blanket over your shoulders and shuffled across the carpet until you found your ugg boots in the complete and utter darkness. After a pained “fuck” slipped past your lips as you hit your knee on the edge of your bedframe, you slowly opened the door and stepped out into the lounge room.

It wouldn’t have taken more than a second before the boys noticed your meek, sleep-deprived frame cringing at the power of the lights while your eyes took their time to adjust. Most of them were strung out across the three grey couches in front of the television which was tuned into an MMA fight on mute, while the younger members (that Kisaki kid, his friend Hanma, Kokonoi, and Sanzu) were awkwardly sitting around the dining table behind them. Madarame offered you a short wave to which you responded with a tired frown, then you finally caught sight of Rindou sitting in the corner of the middle couch with his hand outstretched towards you.

“Rinnie…” You whined as you made your way into his lap with his arm lazily draped over your waist. Ran, your brother-in-law for all intents and purposes, snickered at the nickname, and the tone of your voice which was laden with exhaustion.

“Sorry, did we wake you up?” Rindou asked quietly, and then turned to the rest of the group, “I told these fuckwits to keep it down.”

Rindou wasn’t ignorant of the fact that you were wearing nothing but his shirt as pyjamas, and he knew well from the night’s earlier — and more private — events that your underwear were the barely-there kind. So, he was cautious to make sure that one of his hands was sitting firmly under your bum at all times, holding the shirt against your skin.

“If you guys stayed quiet I would’ve made you pancakes for breakfast as thanks,” you teased. Mocchi’s shoulders tensed in clear disappointment at your words. While all of them were fond of your cooking, Mocchi was always the biggest eater.

You pressed your lips against Rindou’s neck while they continued their discussion. His voice vibrated into each kiss you bestowed upon his neck and collarbone with a kind of intimacy that made you feel as though you were melting into one another. After a while of this, you began to doze off, your mind stuck in the in-between state of being oddly aware of everything around you, but not quite awake.

Rindou took one glance at the state of you, nearly asleep despite the volume of the room, and hooked his arms under your thighs to carry you back to the bed you shared. He folded the throw neatly at the end of the mattress, then placed you down on your preferred side, and admired the irritated look on your face which was made possible to see by the slightly open door.

As he made a movement to leave and rejoin his friends in the lounge room, you groaned, grabbed the cuff of his shirt, and pulled him back towards you. He was much stronger than you, strong enough not to be even slightly moved by your pull, but he was never the kind of boyfriend to fight your affection. He knelt down on the floor beside you with his hand rubbing circles on your cheek, already feeling terrible about how you couldn’t get to sleep because of him and his friends.

“What’s wrong, N/n?” He said lovingly.

“Come to bed. It’s cold. I want you in here with me.” You saw how Rindou’s eyes flicked back to the light emanating from the doorway, so you pouted in the sexiest way you could given how tired you were. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

The sleeve of the shirt you were wearing had — at some point, unbeknownst to you — fallen from your shoulder to reveal the lacy strap of a new bra Rindou had bought you. It reminded him of your underwear. Of how nice it felt to take them off earlier…

“You’re too tired for any of that, babe. Just go to bed, and I’ll come join you in no time, promise,” he said as he shook the images from his mind, knowing you were one blink away from falling asleep again.

“You hate me,” you huffed, and turned away from your boyfriend before adding, “You’re just gonna end up passing out on the couch like you do every time they come here. I’m gonna wake up all alone. You’re such a bad boyfriend.”

Rindou smiled softly, “Are you trying to guilt-trip me right now?” You turned back to make eye contact with him and nodded. “Fine.”

For a moment, he disappeared into the lounge room. You could hear Ran making fun of him for being “absolutely whipped”, and Izana telling him to “man up”, but you were already beginning to feel your eyelids getting heavier, so you didn’t care much to go out and defend him. When he returned, he took off his shirt and pulled on a pair of trackpants, and then crawled into bed beside you.

Content to have gotten all you wanted from Rindou, you traced the tattoos on his torso until you were so exhausted you could no longer hold your hand up.

“I will make it worth your while,” you yawned as you rested your head on his chest and let him run his hands over your hair, “Just… In the morning when I’m rejuvenated.”

You closed your eyes and Rindou felt your heartrate slow down along with the frequency of your breaths. You were snoring ever-so-gently, and he stifled a laugh at the irony of the fact that he wouldn’t be able to get even a second of sleep because of it.

[cfyslvr]

imagine making out with tenjiku rindou only for him to pull away mid make out session to take his glasses off before pulling you right back in OH MY GOSH-

(p.s I know I usually post longer fanfics/hcs but I can't stop thinking about this and I just NEEDED to out this out here 😩)

[softshuji]

𝟐𝟐:𝟓𝟎𝐏𝐌 - 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

Title: Say Yes

Summary: The first time Rindou asks you on a date, you reject him, thinking he's going to break your heart. Lucky for you, he's willing to prove why you should say yes to him.

cw: fem!reader, some mentions of insecurities, Rin calls you princess, Ran makes an appearance. But that's it! Reblogs appreciated!

You think it’s a joke the first time Haitani Rindou asks you on a date. He’s a Haitani after all, and you’re under no illusions about what that means for you and all the ways he could hurt you if you let him. Creative ways, that you’re convinced you could never recover from in the near future, the pieces of yourself you would spend years putting back together.

So you don’t. You walk away, reject him politely with a smile and an incline of your head, and you can almost imagine that he has a girl lined up the next day to ask as a quick replacement of you because He’s a Haitani after all, and he has a reputation that means more than either of your hurt feelings.

Rindou pretends he isn’t crestfallen, the drop of his small and placid smile that does little to hide the avid redness of his cheeks is all too apparent when you purse your lips. His eyebrows shoot up and he coughs, or rather pretends to, into his hand and steps back, the heat on his neck crawling along the slope of his back.

‘You’re….. You’re saying no?’ He asks, as if he doesn’t quite get it, because he hasn’t prepared for this eventuality, for going home to Ran to break the news, as if he’s a schoolboy with a crush, dragging his feet with dejection.

‘I am, I’m sorry Rin.’ A shake of your head, a feeling of deep nausea and a regret that holds the weight of years of friendship, now potentially wasted. 

‘Oh.’ He kicks at the gravel, the blue silk of his hair falling in waves over the smooth arc of his forehead, and you resist the urge at a time like this, to sweep it back. ‘Can I ask why?’

No, you want to say, the word caught on the wind whipping through your hair. It’ll only make it harder. Harder to look forward, harder to resist, harder to keep at your word. 

‘You’re Rindou Haitani.’ As if it’s an explanation in itself, as if it assuages the guilt and the longing and gets the point across, that he could never not hurt you in any way you could recover from. ‘I don’t think you’d be happy with me.’

You think it’s easier to lie, to pretend that the burden that comes from knowing you is too much for any one person to bear, especially when that person is your best friend, instead of the fact that the uncertainty of his life is too much for you in turn. That there could be a day far or perhaps not so far, into the future where the uncertainty becomes the certainty of his death, where he does not come back at all.

‘You don’t know that,’ he says, fierce determination blazing in his eyes, the slight tremor of his voice. He thinks he could be happy with you, or content at the very least. Maybe you could watch as he climbed to the top with Ran, the Doll at his side, his partner in all things. He’s convinced he has it all planned out perfectly, the house, the marriage, the kids you’ll have, even what colour you’ll paint the walls, because despite himself, Haitani Rindou is meticulous in all things concerning you.

You tilt your head to the side, a knowing smile playing on your lips that you hope hides how much it pains you to break him like this, to break yourself along with him, cracks in the eggshell of your friendship you hope can be repaired in time. ‘I do Rin. You’re a Haitani, you’re used to the life.’

He knows it’s an explanation and he doesn’t begrudge you for it, for the way you step back and keep your distance, your bottom lip pulled back as you bite it nervously, a hand playing with the ends of your hair as he knows you’re prone to doing. He wants to be angry, wants to rage at you, throw all the excuses he thinks will suffice for coming to terms with the rejection, vitriol and jealousy and bitterness all curling together on his tongue. He swallows, the bump of his smooth throat sliding under the blue scarf that kisses at the dip of his chin and pushes it down. Down. Down. Tucks it safely in the pit of his stomach where it can ruminate till he’s let off the steam that prickling at the skin on his neck.

‘I see.’ He pulls back the flowers, scrunching the plastic wrapping in his white knuckles behind his back, the burn of shame and regret licking at his cheeks, hot enough to instantly melt the snow that sits on the cut of his cheekbones. ‘Can we still be friends?’ 

It aches somewhere, when you swallow against the tide of anxiety in your chest, a vice that clamps down on your tongue, hot and heavy and weighted with longing. You wonder how easy it would be to let yourself be swept away by him, the beautiful fullness of his laugh, the smile that’s reserved for you, quick and easy and big, all engulfing even, to let yourself run along with him as he climbed to the top, hand in unlovable hand.

You soften, reach for him with one gloved hand, finding his fiddling with a button on his coat and brush your  thumb across his knuckles, swinging it this way and that, like you have not broken his heart, like you are nothing more than a single passing memory. ‘Of course we can. We’re best friends Rin, nothing will ever change that. If you still want me that is.’

‘I do.’ 

‘Even now?’ 

He takes your hand, as if it’s a response and knowing that despite it all, his big words, he’ll wallow in self pity, the heat of your rejection biting at his chest, he’ll come to terms with it in his own way. It is all his fault, and the wind that cuts across his cold lips seems to chant with shame at him for it, for the fickleness of his feelings, for straying far from what he knows.

But it happens. You swing back into life and the easiness of your friendship that has always permeated the comfort between you remains, albeit hardened now, by what Rindou thinks are his one-sided feelings. He remains as steadfast in his efforts as usual, propelled more so now by the fact that he feels he must win you over, to make up for the duplicity of his feelings.

You think it’s cute that he is less than subtle with his affections now that they are out in the open. The chocolates that sit at the table when you return home, a bar of chocolate orange, a note on a yellow post-it, a heart and a terribly drawn sun that tells you enough, the trinkets and gifts that are somehow discreetly placed around your apartment, necklaces here and there, earrings, new books you hadn’t spoken about to anyone that wasn’t him and it burns you with self-loathing that despite yourself, you cannot let him go without peeling yourself open at the same time.

The regret is acid pooling in your stomach.

The same regret and shame that tickles your throat when you reach for the phone at night, and your thumb finds his name with a moon and a heart, the grainy picture of him sleeping with his mouth parted, blond silken hair clinging to his forehead, to his shirt. He rolls over in bed, hears the first sniffle, cut through by a crack in the signal, and bounds from the door, keys in one hand, his jacket only half-slung, whipping in the wind as he races to your apartment.

'Princess?’ It’s uncertain, halted, hesitant even, as he slides open the bathroom door, the ends of his hair wet with rain, glasses foggy and hands clammy with the chill of the wind. 

‘Rin?’ You look up, eyes red-rimmed, the wad of wet tissue in your hands falling apart.

And Rindou knows, of course he does, what your kind of bravery looks like. You've been sitting on the floor crying, the tears fast and free flowing and salty on your cracked cheeks and he doesn't judge, he knows this is you being brave, he knows he has no right to judge what your kind of brave looks like, the way in which you piece yourself back together.

So he holds you, one hand on the small of your back, the other tucking the hair behind your ear as you hiccup and the drool slips from your dry lips. He holds you, and holds you and holds you and rocks you with his eyes fluttering shut, and perhaps your hair will get caught on the thin screws of his glasses, but you don't care right now. All that matters is that he makes you feel less pathetic, less like you're falling apart on the cold bathroom tiles of your shabby house.

‘It’s okay,’ he says and you almost believe it, almost believe he can put you back together with his lithe skilled fingers, trace the cuts along your heart with tenderness and paint them gold again. 

You love that he waits it out, waits for it to pass, the cloudy storm that ends with you on his chest, softly snoring, your tears dried on cheeks that feel taut and tightened with the line of silvery drool slipping between your parted lips, mascara tracks, that have found a home on the soft grey of his shirt. 

‘Let’s get you into bed yeah?’ He whispers to the tiles, to you now slumped against him, the creases of your pajamas pressed into his side and carries you to bed, slipping in beside you, curling your hair around his fingers, your ribs under his hands, heartbeat pulsing against his skin. He hardly blames you for it, the rejection that’s weeks in the past. Part of him almost thanks you, for protecting yourself from him, from all the danger and blood and death that comes with him. Like you said, he is used to the life. 

You love that when you wake, he is that much softer with you, a hand on your back as you pad to the bathroom, to the kitchen, the coffee hot, the croissants and pastries fresh, a wordless kiss to your temple, fresh clothes and towels, the bathroom clean of the wads of tissue that bare witness to your moments. He never mentions it, but kisses you again, just shy of your mouth, the dip of your chin soft under his lips when he sees you off for work again.

‘Be safe okay? For me?’ 

Because he knows you’re capable, knows you’re strong, knows you are his weakness in a way nothing else is, knows that if something happened to you, you’d take a bigger part of him than he could ever take of you. Or so he thinks.

‘I will. You should be safe too.’ 

Because you know he’s capable, know he’s strong, know he is your weakness in a way nothing else is, know that if something happened to him, he’d take a bigger part of you than you could ever take of him. Or so you think.

You love that he comes back, time and time again. After every fight, every argument, every word of vitriol spewed back and forth, hateful words thrown with negligence and jealousy, embittered feelings you know deep down come from love, he comes back to you.

‘Princess?’ He says, and waits on the other side of the door in the rain, the film of his glasses now foggy with condensation, ends of his hair clinging to the exposed goosebumps breaking out on his neck, the grey sweatpants now a darker shade of charcoal from where he has slugged through the storm to get to you, his first priority always.

‘What do you want?’ It comes out harsher than intended, the bite of your still-fresh and ripened anger cutting at your tone. It hurts, it always does when it comes from him, the arguments that are wrapped in love, care, the attention he could give to anyone but chooses to give to you, and the regret that boils in your stomach when you realize that fact.

‘I want us to talk.’ Proactive as ever, because the option to find solace anywhere else, with another girl even, has never occurred to him. Because he loves you, and even if the sentiment isn’t shared, he thinks he can love you enough for the both of you. 

‘I don’t want to talk to you right now.’ But you push open the door, hand him a towel, and touch his cold and pallid cheek, because the promise of seeing him, in all your pain and bitterness, hurts less than not.

‘Not an option,’ he says and holds you, cold lips that brush just shy of the hot pulsing pressure point of your neck, warmed by the constancy of you. He smells of petrol, metal, the cold chill of winter, and against what you assume is your better judgement, you find warmth in the crook of his shoulder, the warm swell of his chest and arms that instinctively come around you, pressing your hips to his.

It would be easy, to give into the thrill for a night, to let yourself forget, reach out to him and grab at the promise, however temporary, for the risk of tasting him in all the ways you’ve imagined you can. You know he tastes of strawberries, tastes of the night and the moon, sweet and dangerous and warm, familiar and mysterious at once. 

You tell yourself, you tell Ran, he is just like this, that Rindou for all his brutality, for all the rough edges sharp enough to cut, for all the barricades smoothed down by time, he is just kind, he is just loving, he is just like that.

‘I thought you’d have known him better than that by now.’ And Ran sighs in that way older siblings do, half exhausted, half fond, and all pride in his Brother. ‘Rin doesn’t do things for anyone else.’ 

It changes at some point. 

Some point when you wake before him, nestled into his side, the warm breath from his parted lips lifting the hair now pressed against the pillow, an eyelash dancing on the perfect curve of his cheek. He looks best like this. Unguarded, the frown that usually graces the slope of his forehead now smooth, the bridge of his nose rubbing at the cotton of your shared pillow, and the soft blue of his hair resting on the sharp line of his jaw. 

You press a tiny kiss to his collarbone, trapping him between your legs, his hands resting on your hips that press flush against his. 

‘Watching people sleep is creepy y’know.’ His voice is rough and broken by the sluggishness of sleep and you can hear the smirk in it, the lazy languid curve of his lips that never fails to make the heat rise to your neck. 

‘You do it all the time.’ A whisper that kisses at his clavicle, eliciting a shiver that rolls along his spine, the perfect bones and muscles flexing under your touch.

‘S’different. You’re pretty.’ 

‘So are you. Really pretty Rin.’

‘Think so?’

‘Don’t fish for compliments with me, that’s shameful.’ You jab lightly at his side, the smile threatening to break out across your lips now peaking through with full force. The sun that cuts across his cheek rests on the swell of his bare shoulder, the black ink that whirls along the flexing tendon of his arm soaking up the light. This is him, your Rindou. Soaking up the light as if it belongs to him, because it does, because everything does, because you would hand him the world if he so much as looked at it.

He laughs, a throaty chuckle that reverberates against your chest, dangerously, achingly close, a flimsy t-shirt away. ‘You’re too smart, my smartest girl.’ And buries his lips against the warm juncture of your collarbones. 

‘And Rin?’ You ignore the way your voice wavers, the way it threatens to pull you back into what you know, the safety of your enclosed familiarity, the trapped bird looking out to freedom.

‘Mhm?’ 

A beat, prolonged, heady and weighted with love, years and memories. ‘I think I’m ready.’ 

‘For?’ 

‘To say yes.’ The pressure aches in your chest, the courage is a vibrating pulse in your blood. This is it, this is the deep breath and the plunge.

It’s strangely exhilarating to let go of it, the build-up of weeks of longing, of clutching onto his stomach as you bury your face against the broad swell of his back, muttering his name in your sleep, his lips only a breath away, a singular moment of decision away.

His eyes snap open, his hands pulling back instinctively from your hips to cup at your jaw, eyes narrowed, glowing with anticipatory longing, dull with the shimmer of sleep.  ‘You mean it? That’s not a joke? If it’s a joke-’

You shake your head adamantly, his palms rough against the curl of your cheek. ‘Not a joke. I’m sorry, my indecision hurt you. I think I was afraid.’ This last part is broken, snapped into a whisper that curls along your tongue.

It had been true, it had always been true. Because he’s Haitani Rindou, and you know he could break you, snap you in half, shred the pieces of you and spit you out, that you would have to trust him not to.

‘No, no Princess, don't ever apologise for that. You really mean this though?’ Damn him for the shake of his voice, for the wobble of it as he closes the distance between you. 

‘I do.’

‘You want this? You want …me?’ He knows it’s meticulous, extreme, that he must only bridge the gap to find his answer. But he has spent so long, nights reaching through the darkness for your warmth, a hand moving across the cold bed, looking for the space where he thinks you ought to be, to not do it right this time. 

‘Yes.’ 

He deliberates, searches your eyes, for the genuineness he loves in you, for the openness, for the love he has craved and never asked for, for what you have given to someone like him so freely. 

‘Can I kiss you?’ He asks, and his thumb brushes against your lips, against the softened pout, the dip in your chin that slices the sunlight in half as it spills over his shoulder.

Your heart smashes against your ribs, knocks the air from you so completely that your pulse rings in your head. You think this is the point you take the leap, jump into the unknown, knowing you’ll be caught either way by him, knowing he will catch you every time you fall. It's conscious, a decision weeks or months in the making, a step off the edge, the wind rushing at you as you fall.

So you do it.

You say yes.

And he kisses you. And kisses you. And kisses you.

a/n happy birthday to the boy himself, sorry this is a little late I did try to be earlier i've been slumped w work and stuff but I wanted to get this one out there. a kiss for the wonderful boy

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[fueledbysano]

it has been raining for days on end, which also meant that your boyfriend had been fucking you nonstop. stay dry, they said. but he kept your pussy wet, full, and sore.

“one more, sweetheart, I know you can take more~" you've been at it like rabbits, but he is still insanely horny! with your mind airy and drool falling on your chin, you could only nod in response to his invitation.

“ah— don't stop!” he had just shoved his dick back inside of you, but you're already begging for more and provoking him further.

“Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know.” he exhaled, rolling his hips, your tits sticking to his chest as the sweat from his abs warmed you, his hips piston faster, needing more.

“nghh~ [ Y / N ]~” he cried into your shoulder, hips desperately chasing for release as he rut so deep into your pussy.

“all mine~” he whimpered, fingers clawing with yours and pushing your body deeper into the mattress.

his thrusts keeps getting deeper and static fills your head. you can't think. he grinds, fucking and speeding up the pace, his finger rubbing your clit in agonizing, sweet circles.

“Ugh,” you pant, kissing him hard as you climaxed for the nth time. your pussy is extremely sensitive, yet throbbing, clenching on emptiness when he pulls out to lay you on your stomach.

"I'm not done with you yet..." the sheet falls from his shoulders, baring you to the cold air brought by the rain outside.

— [ TR ] Hanma, Baji, Shinichiro, Rindou, Kazutora, Kakucho, Mikey, Hakkai, Chifuyu, Wakasa, Sanzu.

— [ JJK ] Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, Yuta, Suguru.

♡ mdni banner by @ benkeibear!

[f0ofishies]

bonten!rindou , you found out your little psychopath boyfriend.. was an actual psychopath. you should've known that insignia tattooed on the front of his neck.

bonten!rindou accidentally leaving his blood-stained gloves in the dumbest compartment of his car. Your first arguement ever– and a huge one at that.

bonten!rindou , who made you so desensitized on the topics of how he beat another guy with some bat– or even shoot people. You'd just looked at him.. your eyes. He knew he was in trouble.

bonten!rindou that still got you to stay with him, you knew you loved him, he knew that too. There'd be no way you'd leave him– even if he was a part of a criminal organization. He stared at you, he pouted a bit.

bonten!rindou , who was late from your upcoming date because he had this huge meeting. It basically escalated another argument like before. You were pissed off.. already sleeping on your backside.

"Baby.. don't sleep yet.." His back against the doorway, he contemplated onto whether to approach you or not. Long strides of his quickened pace on the floor was heard. "Mmm, my darling.." He confided in you in his whiny voice.

You felt his pesky hands, trapped between him. You grumbled.. "Rin..not now.." You buried your head into the silky pillows. He grumbled– and his purple hair slid over your shoulder. "Just hear me out.. okay..?" The desperation in his tone made you ache.

"What is it?.." You whispered back at him, finally letting him rest beside his purple gaze, leaning in to kiss your cheek desperately. "I'm going tomorrow..." "Where–" You interrupted as he shushed you, by the way his eyes fell You could tell it wasn't good news. "A mission tomorrow, It's going to be dangerous.. and I won't be back for a few weeks."

Your eyes widened at the revelation. "But–" Your hands quickly grabbed his head, pulling him closer. "Don't– don't leave me, not when our relationship.." You panicked, babbling on about how he needed to be here– to stay with you.. to stay together. You huffed– tears welled up in your eyes.

He kissed those salty tears away, you huffed as his thumb swiped at your eyes. "Mmm.. cmon beautiful.. it's just two weeks..?" "No..!" You spouted out loud. "No– you can't.. please..."

bonten!rindou chuckled, kissing your stray tears.. it was salty to him– he always thought how cute you were when you cried. But it did tug on his heart the way you just wanted him to stay. Another plead, a wail or even a cry.. he'd just stay, he really would.

bonten!rindou who was rocking his hips inside you, "Cmon, pretty.. put your legs over me.." He huffed when you didn't listen. Tugging at your calf– he hoisted up your leg muscle against his defined chest. He wasn't very muscular but defined through the years. Your leg straightened, accommodating to the stretch with no prep.

"Rin– no more..!" Your cries could probably be heard by the neighbors.. you've had too much sex with rindou. The neighbors already got the full show at that, you couldn't care less 'bout them. He suddenly picked up his thrusts, his hips grinding against yours.

"So good for me.. so shittt–" He could feel your walls clenching around him, he's pesky thumb rimming around your ass hole. Even as much as spreading it wide.. juices of both of you sliding back out. Such a lewd sight. Your face changed into an 'o' as he did that move, you were so familiar with.

"I wish you could look at yourself– you always make such lewd expressions when I do that..!" He murmured close to your ear, those redden ears of yours matching your eyes, he could tell it was too much. You could catch a glimpse of his adam's apple bobbing– that made another moan quiver right out of you.

And just when he finally bursts his load right inside you, he can't help but keep his hips jerking slightly. Hearing another whimper for you, his signature smile catches you off guard. Rindou was a cold man, but you always had a way to tug on his heartstrings. "Promise.. promise you'll come back, dont matter the things you need to do.." It earned a laughter from him.

"Come back? Baby, you know I'll always come back.. even when you hold that ring on your finger?" oh,, Rindou Haitani, that sneaky man, had slipt an engagement ring right around your finger.

[miniimight]

DISAPPEARING ACT (II) .

part one

with married!rindou + fem!reader

warnings you've been asking for it so here it is almost a year later 💀 beware of subpar sequel syndrome and toxic relationships and alcohol and i dont know what im doing

bottles and bottles and bottles.

rindou's best friend was alcohol. any shape, any size, any kind. he wanted to drown himself in the buzz.

“god, rindou.” ran leaned over his knees, his elbows propping his torso up as he peered down at his baby brother. “would you get off the floor?”

rindou ignored him, laying on his back in the middle of his brother’s expansive top-floor apartment. "no."

ran rolled his eyes and walked away.

rindou sighed. he'd been at ran's place for the past few months. his house just felt... wrong. the light filtering in illuminated the dust suspended in the air, as if the house was abandoned. he didn't know where anything was. all he could think to do was sleep, shower, eat. takeout boxes littered the floor and he didn't have the energy to clean up after himself.

he sat up. "can't you talk to her for me?"

ran raised an eyebrow. "you aren't fifteen. you can talk to your own wife."

"i don't think she wants to be my wife anymore." rindou mumbled. "ran, she hates me."

ran frowned at his brother's distress. he hated seeing him this way. "she doesn't hate you, rin."

rindou whipped to face his brother with an exasperated expression. "she made it more than clear when she walked out on me when i was trying to make it up to her."

ran pursed his lips, giving rindou an unimpressed look.

rindou's expression darkened. "what?"

"you walked back into her life one day and randomly decided to care again." ran mused. "i'm just saying, your word means nothing to her."

rindou remained silent.

"rindou?" ran pressed.

"yeah, yeah, shut up. i get it." rindou scoffed. but he got off the floor. "i just..." he shoved his hands in his pockets, looking awkwardly out of place. "i don't know what do to. she doesn't respond to calls or texts. i think she blocked me."

"you know where she is?"

rindou rolled his eyes. "of course i know where she is."

"you love her?" ran stood.

rindou hummed. "more than anything."

"then show her. simple as that. but don't be stupid and think she's gonna come running into your arms again." ran slid his hands into his pockets. "that ship has sailed."

rindou glared at the ground. "everything i did—that i do—is for her. for the three of us. i wouldn't want—"

"i know, rin." ran threw an arm around his brother's shoulder. "i know. you do good. you just have to make sure she knows. you'll grow closer together again in no time."

"yeah, i'll do anything." rindou mumbled under his breath.

ran patted his back before walking off. rindou sighed, picking up another bottle.

.

a few months later and rindou seemed to be stuck in the same spot. he never leaves ran's house, only to release some steam in the form of violently and brutally killing people. every time he collapses into his brother's arms afterwards.

ran grunted as he threw his little brother into the backseat of his car. he yanked the latter's suit jacket off and inspected his skin. it was littered with purple bruises. "you're too reckless, rin. more than usual." ran frowned. rin never bruised this easily.

"i won the fight, didn't i?" rindou protested sleepily, shaking ran's hands off him and rifling through the cooler. his hands brushed over the cool bottles of booze, as if in a trance.

ran shut the car door, rapping his knuckles on the partition. "hospital."

rindou sat up just a little, popping the top of one of the bottles. "what are—"

ran snatched the bottle from rindou, dumping it out the car window, before locking the cooler. "this has got to stop. you drink too much, rindou. you're not doing yourself any favors here."

rindou scowled, drowsy. "what does it matter?"

ran groaned. "stop with that. get the fuck up and go see her."

rindou got quiet and slumped into his seat. he couldn't find the courage to see you again. he was scared that you were right about you two, that it was impossible to return to the way things were.

.

you sigh. "i know you're there."

it was a relatively quiet morning. you sat outside your regular coffee shop, enjoying a warm drink before wasting away yet another day to regret and despair.

you turned around in your seat ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of him.

ran haitani.

"i know you know." he smiled softly, sipping on an espresso.

you rolled your eyes, turning back in your seat. ran always said the stupidest things.

due to the abrupt nature of which you left, you had to find an emergency place. thankfully, a friend took you in with a big warm welcome and a long tight hug. you cried in their arms, releasing all the emotions you were so adamant on hiding from rindou. you apologized for dumping your burden on them. they didn't care.

you remembered the first time your brother-in-law showed up on your friend's doorstep. it was a few months since you left. he was dressed as a deliveryman, easily charming your friend into letting him stay over for a drink. you came home from errands, only to find a strange man in the kitchen.

once you saw those rings, though, you knew. a deliveryman couldn't afford all that gold.

he's been tracking you ever since you left. in the back of your mind, you knew that rindou would never be unaware of your location, but it was just juvenile to send his older brother in his place to 'keep tabs on you.'

now, year after your exit, ran was still popping up every now and again. a year since rindou declared he'd get you back, another year of empty promises.

the time made you realize that, yet again, you were still waiting for him.

"are you going to say something?" you asked.

"no."

"you never say anything—"

"just did."

"—so why are you here?"

you hear the chair scraping against the concrete as he gets up from his table, and the clopping of his shoes as he strolls closer to yours. you drops himself into the chair across from you, leaning back. "just looking out for my little sister, s'all."

you stared at him, something close to nostalgia and longing stirring in your chest. your eyes dropped down to your lap. "not your sister."

he downed the rest of his espresso and set it back on the table with a little clink.

a heavy silence weighed on the both of you as you avoided the elephant in the room like the plague.

he breathed deeply. "y/n—"

you held up a hand. "ran, it's been a year. let's all just move on."

"you're miserable. he's miserable. why not be miserable together?"

you raised your eyebrow.

ran droops a little. "he loves you."

you narrow your eyes, bitterness spilling from your lips. "oh! that's why you're here instead of him." you shook you head. "really, let it go."

"look," he groaned, running his hands through his hair stressfully. "i don't wanna be hovering over your shoulder anymore than you want me to. and yes, in an ideal world, rindou would be here in my place. i know for sure he wants to, fuck, he won't shut up about it." he laughed tensely, a light titter that was far from amusement.

he put both elbows on the table, dropping his face into his hands. "holy shit, y/n. he's doing so bad."

you chewed on your lip, jumping your first instinct to ask more.

"i know you think he was choosing to not be with you, but that's just your perspective, y/n. so far from the truth." he gripped his hair tightly. suddenly you noticed the bags under his eyes, the puffiness. the creased eyebrows and the deep frown.

you drew back as you watched ran collapse just a little before your eyes. it unnerved you.

you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. "i'm gonna go—" you stood, grabbing your bag.

ran's hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. "wait, wait. you know i wouldn't beg you if it wasn't really important."

you stared at him, a looming dread settling in your stomach. "ran, what's..." you had to laugh nervously, his slender hand ice cold over your skin. "you're scaring me. whatever he's going through—he's fine. he'll be fine. it's... just a breakup." even you didn't believe the words coming from your mouth.

since you knew the brothers from middle school, you've never seen ran haitani ever beg someone for something, or even be in a position to depend on someone else that much.

he pursed his lips. "rindou's refusing surgery."

.

rindou paced through the hospital wing. where was the exit again?

he needed to grab his phone. he stopped in the hallway, catching a glimpse of the break room.

he stumbled inside, ripping open the fridge and rifling around for something. anything. behind all the containers of lunches, he found a bottle of beer. not his standard, but it was something. and he needed it to feel something other than nothing.

he cracked it open and chugged as much as he could without throwing himself off balance, but he collapsed onto the couch anyways.

he heard, distantly, his nurse yell after him, running to help him sit upright.

she glanced at his face. "we told you to stay in your room, and only water from now on." she paused. "you're crying. any pain?"

"yeah," he slurred.

.

you blinked. "huh?"

ran stood up beside you. "acute liver failure. from a steady year of drinking himself to death. doctor said he needed surgery to cut off the bad part that's making him sick. and his dumbass is refusing to do it."

you blanched. you're kidding.

"he's been drinking since..." ran inhaled deeply, eyes squinting as he racked his memory. "since he turned a teenager, really. only gotten worse in the past year." he looked at you.

your mind was stuck on the death part. he's not supposed to die. he's not supposed to leave your life forever.

"he'll die without it." he said quietly.

"oh my gosh." you squeezed your eyes shut, pressing your palms into your eyes. "you're not kidding?"

his gaze hardened. "i know you want nothing to do with him, but you're the last resort. since you're still married, you're his medical proxy. tell the doctors that he's unfit to make this decision and get him to do that fucking surgery."

"how long have you known that—"

"does it matter?" he cut you off.

yes. why didn't you tell me sooner?

"will you come or not? if you do, i'll get you your own place, with furnishings and everything." ran offered. "you can leave him behind forever, promise."

"no, no..." you stared at him briefly, a little hurt. you didn't need to be compensated for helping rindou. you didn't want to be.

you felt the dread settle. it rooted quickly and deeply as you came to terms with what was happening. you left him in a hurry, and your resolve was strong, but that pesky feeling of longing would just not let you go.

it kept reminding you that you've been through too much together to give up on each other now. that you really loved him.

was rindou a bad husband? yes.

did he deserve to die? no.

was he allowed to die? no.

.

the nurse dragged him back to bed, and after a quick call from ran, they suddenly had the idea of handcuffing him to the railings so he doesn't run off and shorten his lifespan again.

rindou's blown eyes focused on the ceiling. as much as he could. his vision was blurring. the alcohol wasn't working. the emptiness in his stomach was still there. but he kept reaching for it. the burn of it was supposed to keep him warm but each day he grew colder.

his doctor rushed to his side, quickly glancing over his stats before leaning over his bedside, imploring him. "you're dying, haitani. this surgery will save your life. success rates—"

"stop saying that shit..." he groaned. "i don't fucking care."

a gentle knock on the door caught his fuzzy attention.

"doctor?" you chirped softly, ran standing behind you.

holy shit, rindou thought. i'm dead. cuz he just thought he heard your voice.

"yes?" the doctor replied.

you held out your hand. "hi. mrs. haitani," you introduced yourself.

"o-oh..." the doctor shook your hand delicately.

rindou shot up in bed, as much as he could without the handcuffs restricting him. "y/n?"

"yeah," you dropped your bag onto his bedside table. you smoothed his hair away from his forehead, gently pushing him back against the bed.

he stared at you in his delirium, watching you like you were his savior, his angel.

"rindou," you told him. "you are doing this surgery."

he stared for a bit longer, committing every detail of your face to memory and drowning in the wells of your eyes. you gave him an expectant look, and he slowly nodded before the motion became feverish.

"yes. yes, whatever you want." he quickly agreed. "holy shit."

"that easy? seriously?" ran deadpanned, crossing his arms in exasperation.

"holy shit, ran." rindou whispered. "is she really here?" he stared at you as if you were some ghost. your heart tensed thinking of how he got to this point.

ran rolled his eyes.

you finalized things with the doctor and confirmed the surgery before you nodded to the brothers. "well... that's that."

rindou sat up in his bed, the handcuffs clattering against the metal framing. “stay. please, stay with me.”

“i’m gonna— yeah.” ran held up his hands and quickly left the room.

you couldn’t do much but stare at him. he looked even worse than the last time you saw him. his hair had grown out, stubble poked through, and the bags under his eyes were concerning.

“please, stay a moment?” he asked. you nodded and soundlessly sat on the bed. you frowned at his handcuffs.

“what happened?”

“i wandered around again so the nurses chained me to the bed.”

“ah.”

an awkward silence passed.

“i’m sorry.” rindou whispered.

you kept your eyes trained on the floor, hiding the surprise on your face at his quick apology.

“i made a promise to you when we were kids, but i never grew up. i always knew you’d be waiting for me. until you weren’t.” he mumbled. “and i panicked.”

he scooted closer to you and you heard the cuffs clang against the framing once again. “i’m sorry most of all for not running after you.”

you glared at the ground. “you said you would.”

“i did.” he whispered. “baby, i’m sorry. after this surgery, i promise i’ll change. i’m not asking you to teach me—that’s not on you. just… nudge me when i’m being an asshole. guide me to be better. talk to me, tell me what i do wrong, and i’ll fix it. i swear this will never happen again.”

you met his eyes and suddenly you were seventeen again, locking pinkies to seal your vows to each other. “if you let me down a second time—”

“no.” rindou denied vehemently. “no, there won’t be. it’s me and you, forever.”

you gave him a look. you stood and fished a bobby pin out of your bag, holding the cuffs up and fiddling the pin around in the keyhole. within seconds, his wrists were released.

“you’re pretty good at that.” rindou said.

“i mean, i do have a crime boss for a husband,” you shrugged.

he grinned and a boyish chuckle bubbled up. “yeah you do.” free from his shackles, he grabbed you and pulled you down onto him.

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© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[brights-place]

I loved your fanfic with an innocent reader. Now do it with Sanzu, Rindou and Inupi. Please!

Love your work!

[TR] Rindou & Inupi & Sanzu x Reader (separate) Warnings: Smut, NSFW!!, Drugs, BDSM, Kinky shit

A/N: I cannot control if minors read this or not or if your un-comfy with smut don't read this I do not recommend if you do not enjoy these topics and if you IGNORE my authors note and my simple instruction to click off this tumblr post and get mad at me if you don't like it I will tell you off for not READING a basic instruction from my typed out words. I write smut I write angst I write fluff I write what you request because I enjoy it so if you get mad I will shake my filipino fist telling you "TO GET OFF MY BLOG" like an old white man now ENJOY if you still wanna proceed!! Anyways this is sooo short cause I’m writing this at 1AM after having a night shift kms😰

Summary: Sanzu, Rindou and Inupi with a cute and innocent reader? Reader loves wearing bows and wearing cute things, besides being very innocent and naive.

Rindou Hitani

- Rindou with a sweet innocent reader is one of the most devious things I can think of cause *tucks strand behind my ear and giggles* (Not as much as my top 4 favs but he’s still there)

- Rindou with a sweet cute innocent reader is sweet he’d make sure to take care of you and pamper you lovingly always smiling warmly at your reactions how cute you look

- Praises your outfits and helps you put on your heels and sometimes swaps them with his shoes sometimes when they start to hurt hell if Inupi and Izana can do it so can he

- He loves seeing you wear silk pajamas it’s always so cute to him and enjoys the texture

- You know how you have bows and all that? Yeah you can tie a ribbon around it for more friction - Every time it happens everything feels so good your eyes crossing and closing as you wrap your arms around him, his scent intoxicating and surrounding you - Grunts and whimpers some times and enjoys how you look cute in pink and white - Gripping onto your hands or waist while he makes you take him and loves kissing you to see your drool passing your lips - Fucking loves how you try to speak but your words are slurred because his dick is just ramming into you without hesitation and with pure joy at how he could ruin something as sweet as you

Sanzu Haruchiyo

- Not gonna lie everybody writes sanzu as like he’s a rabid dog (The mad dog of Bonten LMAO) in sex and drugs as if its his only characteristics cause of all the drugs and stuff but genuinely I think he’d just be chill with most stuff and would just give a thumbs up cause well he kills and has a fucking KATANA cause he’s so pent up with all this shit (Bonten arc reference)

- So I think sanzu would be too lazy to do stuff or to have sex so depending on his mood it also depends on what yall do

- He enjoys your cute bows and stuff sometimes when he’s high out of his mind he’ll sloppily kiss you and compliment you saying shit like “Hey-! Yur cute ya knowwww god i’m soo lucky ya know? Hey lets bother koko-puffs for some money to get ya cute new skirt for me to rip!” Or “Ahaaa~ your so pretty when wearing matching outifts with meee *hic* I llve you so much”

- Shit like that but at the same time he’d be abit unhinged as fuck every now and then aswell with you - He was obsessed with the fact that every thing about you to your jewllery and to the soles of your shoes to your every dress that clung to your body was all his doing and what he was going to rip off your body - Loves the feeling of your walls clench around him he enjoys it dearly as he can't help but bite into your shoulder to keep quiet cause he can't help but enjoy ever single aspect of you - Clutching onto your hair grinning smugly at your scent -He likes knowing how much stronger he is than you, not that it isn’t obvious - So he loves to manhandle you whenever he gets the chance - The way you give him all the power in the world to move you around is heaven to him as he can't help but giggle - Sobbing into his arms like a giant mess as he degrades you while enjoying seeing you suffer because of him in many ways - gets excited with how you willingly allow him to rip your skirts and cute tops sometimes use your ribbons to cover your eyes if they are big enough to cover your eyes enjoys seeing you panic slightly

Seishu Inui

- Seishu like Kokonoi’s kinks aren't bad nor are they good it's just there like he’s just smiling softly and lovingly at you when you doll up infront of the vanity

- He makes sure that later on he fucks you against the same vanity to see how pretty you are WHO SAID THAT?! -He’s awful respectful of you and your space, and he really does want to take things slow, but Christ you don’t know what you do to him. - Loves to tease you quietly but keeps quiet and reminds you to keep your voice down - despite telling you to keep quiet he would purposely angle his hips to hit against your g-spot continuously causing you to struggle with keeping your volume down. - truth to be told he loves to hear the noises that slip past your lips as he kisses you - He would not want to cause you pain however he might try out with bondage and perhaps simple toys like the vibrator to use on you to make it more exciting - Inupi is quite good with his tongue there was once where he made you climaxed with his tongue alone for 3 times in a row without stopping ignoring your cries in overstimulation he just loves hearing your famillar normal voice turn into one that craves for more of him

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