#yandere kakucho

[dollopi]

FAST AS YOU CAN + BONTEN.

# implications of abuse / manipulation / general yandere themes. ▂▂⌇

manjiro ‘mikey’ sano: overprotective + possessive. (w. clingy traits.)

most likely to have you abducted.

- what comes to define manjiro in his later years is guilt. experiencing so much loss at such an impressionable age has scarred him to such a degree, where mikey's afraid to have anyone closer than at an arms length.

- you're unlucky in this way. where mikey will be sure to have you locked up and kept under a watchful eye, he'll also refuse to strenghten any lasting bond.

- but this relationship won't come to last. at some point mikey will open all of his heart to you, although it's a painstaking process to have him trust that you won't dissappear at any given moment.

- you'll be damned to think that mikey will loosen your restraints, at this point. when he's let his heart go glip, you can kiss any dream of freedom goodbye.

haruchiyo ‘sanzu’ akashi: possessive + obsessive (w. clingy traits.)

- sanzu wants to eat you alive.

- he's loyal as a dog, which is quick to turn suffocating. incredibly eager to serve, sanzu will stop at nothing to have you satisfied.

- unfortunately, this does not mean he puts your actual wants into consideration.

- instead, haruchiyo uses this so-called 'intuition' to bring out vicious massacres in your honor, vowing to have you shielded from this cruel, cruel world.

kakucho: overprotective.

- kakucho adores you.

- out of any bonten excecutive, you are the most likely to actually build a bond with kakucho, one that won't stem from fear. in spite of this, your free will is scarce.

- kakucho has lost the only person whom he would've actually considered his friend, and this means that you will forever stand as a the only worthy placeholder for izana, someone who kakucho was to protect at all times.

- you differ from izana, however, where kakucho knows that you are weak in comparison to him. you are unfit for the life kakucho has sucked you into, exerting no strength that his late king carried.

takeomi akashi: possessive + self-indulgent.

least likely to have you abducted.

- because of takeomi’s hedonistic tendencies, he cares very little for how you go around your daily life, as long as you return to him when he wishes.

- of course that doesn’t mean takeomi’s entirely uncaring, as he’ll have his most trusted subordinates keeping track of your every move.

- takeomi expects your outmost loyalty, and you’d be stupid to think that this means you’re allowed to run around with anyone other than him.

kanji ‘mocchi’ mochizuki: overprotective.

- mocchi likes to believe he is honorable.

- similar to kakucho, he does actually desire an actual bond with you, one where you'll be happy to stay by his side, without the unnecessary force.

- he'll come to find this difficult, however. where kakucho is able to be effortlessly kind and giving with you, you'll most likely be intimated by mocchi's imposing physique, and rough personality.

- although mocchi might find himself dissappointed when you're hiding from him, he'll do his damndest to have you comfortable; all while fighting off the urge to have you forcibly submit to him.

ran haitani: possessive + self-indulgent. (w. clingy traits.)

- where ran stands different from takeomi, is that he’s possessive to a much more personal level.

- takeomi perceives you as something akin to a pet, but ran can somewhat appreciate you as a human being.

- this does not mean that he’ll take your feelings in consideration, however. what this belief extends to are your opinions of him, and ran will make sure that he will occupy your mind, as much as you do his.

- ran is smothering. wherever he goes, you go. unfortunately for you, ran doesn’t go anywhere, most of the time.

rindou haitani: possessive + controlling.

- rindou believes he owns you.

- being so used to having to share the spotlight with his older brother, rindou quickly comes to find that the world splits in two; what is his and what is ran’s.

- and you best believe that when it comes to you, you’re his.

- because of this skewed belief, rindou views you as an extension of himself, believing he would only be right to exert total control of your every action.

- rindou is quick to turn controlling, meticulous in your understanding that you are his.

hajime kokonoi: over-protective + manipulative.

- similar to mikey, kokonoi's biggest fear comes from loss.

- he'll spend years chasing after someone who's long gone, looking for the gust in the wind that is akane, or in the very least a convincing enough lookalike.

- it's likely he'll find you in this search, but where you will differ, is as much more than a simple solace.

- unlike with mikey, you are given the illusion of choice with kokonoi. koko is manipulative as he is overprotective, willing to have you believe you are able to leave at any point, when you have already been spun into his web.

[macsimagines]

can you do a kakucho babytrap please

YAAAAAAS ITS FIRST INSTINCT WITH THIS GUY

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, NSFW, BABY TRAPPING, DUBCON , Y/ngettingwrecked

Yandere!Kakucho (howtfdoeshenothavealastname)

You're everything. No, you don't understand; you're everything. The reason the sun rises and falls, the reason flowers will bloom, you're why music exists and why art has meaning and purpose. You are everything.

Kakucho loves hard and he loves DEEP, and you are caught in the ever crushing weight of it all, because HE LOVES YOU. He needs and worships you and he would do utmost anything for you.

You've accepted him as he is and have let him into the wonderful world that is you and now he can't leave, it would crush him. And the thought of you leaving? Would kill him.

Usually he takes your words like its gospel. Whatever you say is fact and unshakable to him. But for whatever reason... He can't stop the doubt. This never ending hell of his own mind that you're going to realize that you deserve so much more than him.

It's killing him, you even know his insecurities are consuming him and no matter how much you tell him that his devotion is equally reciprocated he knows there is no way.

Would you kill for him like he would for you? Would you burn cities to the ground like he would at your behest? All you have to do is ask and he'd do anything without a second thought, but how could he ever expect that same dedication?

So he starts getting...careless. Forgetting the condom, not pulling out, accidentally throwing out your birth control. He does it enough times that you don't think it's an accident... Its officially a pattern...

Tonight is no different... "B-baby!" you whine, tears falling while he just keeps you pulling you back down onto his cock, eyes focused where you two are connected almost entranced by it, "P-puh-pull out! N-not inside! You pr-promised!"

And suddenly he's growling, a sound that makes your heart stop and your pussy clench tighter because fuck- you love it when he gets scary, and he's flipped you so you're folded in half underneath him while he pistons into you like a man on a mission.

"I said I'd take care of it," he hisses, hips never losing momentum and hands gripping your thighs hard enough to leave some bruises, "And I will, love. I'll take care of you, of us, our baby. Don't worry, lemme handle this."

You want to cry out what baby, but he's fucking you too dumb for you to think about anything other than the way he's absolutely bruising your cervix with every thrust, imprinting every inch and vein of his inside you.

When you cum its a wet mess, you're squirting out so much and he's not even stopping to let you breath, just shoving himself right back in your pussy where he belongs, and filling you up to the point that his cum is just too much, and there isn't enough room in you for all of it.

But today, Kakucho is mean. He's going to force you keep every single drop and not waste an ounce. "That's it. Good girl, take it all."

[kissesforsatoru]

PROTECTIVE MODE ON YAN FIC of yan Izana, yan Ran, and Yan Kazu who were sent to jail ofc and find out that you been getting targeted from other gangs and been getting jump, mug, threatened, assult- maybe the before where they were in jail and seeing sent photos or words were being passed and then after they get out seeing you at the hospital very badly injured and going after the gang themselves

- 🌑

IZANA, RAN, KAKUCHO x GN! READER (separate)

₊˚⌗ izana, ran, and kaku finding out their darling is being harassed while they're locked away in jail.

⤷ cw : general yandere themes, light descriptions of injury, pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart; izana, kakucho).

notes : sorry this took so long guys, i got stuck on ran's section 😭

izana would be pissed if he found out someone was fucking with his darling while he was locked up. he thinks it's pussy to mess with him while he 'can't do anything' about it. if someone has a problem with him, they should come to him directly and fight him, not get his poor little darling involved while he's not there to protect them. izana has ways to get his revenge though, even while he's locked up. he has informants, people to rough up anyone that touches his darling until he gets out—and when he does, he will find them, and they pay for touching his darling.

"missed you, angel," izana hums into your neck, his arms squeezing tighter around your body. you visited him a lot while he was in jail, but it's been so long since he's gotten to hold you in his arms like this; he can't help but want you closer, closer, closer—especially knowing that someone has been hurting you.

he feels content with you, but it's only for a few seconds before he kicks back into his usual cold, ruthless self—his gang leader self. before he can allow himself any more time to hold you, and kiss you, and do whatever else he wants to do with you, he has to deal with the bastards that dared to hurt you.

"so, you gonna tell me who's been messing with you while i wasn't around, hm?" he asks, pulling out of your neck to look at you. his eyes are void and intense as always, sending a shiver of fear down your spine, and the sweet, lulling tone of voice he took with you just a second ago is now gone, replaced with something a little more dangerous, more demanding.

izana already knows who did it; five guys belonging to a gang that got on izana's nerves, thinking they were better when they were nothing but a bunch of mindless idiots full of themselves. of course, guys like that would go after someone weaker than them, someone easy—it's bullshit. izana wants to hear it from you who did it though because not once while he was locked up did you tell him you were being harassed; he had to find out from his informants, so this is your 'punishment'.

"i'm not fucking around, y/n. tell me who hurt you," he snaps when you don't answer him for a while. his fingers dig into your shoulders almost painfully, urging you to just tell him already. he doesn't have the patience to be playing games with you right now.

"i don't- i don't know their names, but they said they were from, uh- a gang called the serpents," you blurt out, not wanting to piss him off further, especially after he just got out of jail, and you finally get to be with him again. izana grunts but relents and lets your shoulders.

"go back home, baby, i have shit to deal with right now. i'll come back to you in a few hours, yeah?" he doesn't give you time to respond before he walks off. you know where he's going, and as much as you don't like the idea of him getting right back into gang business after getting out of jail, you don't try to stop him.

kakucho's first priority is you. before he even thinks about killing the bastards who dared to touch you, and he does eventually, he has to make sure that you're okay. your safety and well-being are always going to be his first priority. and depending on in what way and how badly they hurt you is what determines the severity of what he does to the guys who were messing with you.

the first thing kakucho does when he gets out of jail is go straight to see you. he's excited, a little giddy at finally getting to be with you again without the annoying and prying eyes of the guards, but kakucho is mostly worried. you suddenly stopped visiting him in jail a few months ago, making up bullshit excuses for it on the phone, so he asked one of the gang members who didn't get busted what's been going on with you, only to find out some guys have been fucking around with you.

if you didn't want to tell him about it, let alone let him see you, it must be bad. bad enough to leave you with visible injuries, surely, but he has no idea what kind of injuries you could possibly have. as bad as it may sound, he's hoping it's nothing more than bruises and little cuts. anything else and he might just lose any semblance of control when approaching the situation.

when you finally open the door for him, kakucho steps into your space and gently grabs you, look you over and searching for any injuries you may have. you have a cast on your wrist, and an array of fading bruises littered on your arms and legs--no doubt in other, more hidden places as well. at least they're faded, meaning those bastards probably haven't done anything in a while. not anything physical at least.

he curses while pulling you into his arms, hugging you tightly while also making sure not to hurt you. "why didn't you tell me, sweetheart? i have ways to handle things like this, you know? even when i'm in jail." he sounds like he's about to cry, and that make your stomach fill with regret as you hug him back.

"i knew you would be worried. i didn't want to stress you out any more than you already were," you explain to him, but now that it's coming out of your mouth, you realize that maybe not telling him and avoiding has made him worried about you even more. that much is obvious with how he's holding you, refusing to let you go even as you try to pull away.

"of course, i'm going to be worried about you! shit, y/n—" he stops mid-sentence, clearly a little bit overwhelmed at the moment. you don't say a thing and just wait for him to calm down and vent all his frustrations to you. it's the least you can do after causing him so much turmoil.

"i can't lose you too," he finally whispers. he pulls away from the hug and looks at you, his expression serious, yet tinged with worry and sadness. you feel another pang of guilt and you pull him back into the hug, as if to reassure him with the action. he hugs you back just as tight and the two of you stand there for a while, wrapped up in each other's arms.

ran doesn't take the situation as seriously as the other two, at least not in front of you. of course, he cares, he's worried, and he wants the bastards to pay, but he doesn't necessarily show it at first. ran will try to remain calm for your sake, to not freak you out with his anger because lord knows how aggressive he gets in fights, and how deeply he cares about you, too. even as he's interrogating you, ran tries to keep his cool, but he can only play it off for so long before he starts to get riled up at the prospect of some guys roughing you up.

"ran, some guys have been harassing me while you were in jail," you tell him randomly, unable to keep it from him any longer, especially now that he's out of jail. he just looks at you, that usual smirk of his on his lips, and he leans back against your couch, making himself comfortable.

"yeah? i already know. want me to do something about it?" he asks as if it's not that big of a deal to him, like it's just something that happens, which- to be fair, you know he probably expected this. ran pisses a lot of people off, makes a lot of guys want to get back at him, and you're an easy target to them, you guess. but still, his lack of concern or care for your well-being is a little bit surprising to you, maybe even a bit upsetting too. you expected at least a serious expression instead of that damn smirk, but then again, this is ran.

"no, just wanted to tell you." you shrug and sit down next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. ran doesn't respond; instead, he wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer to him while he pulls out his phone with his other hand. you pay him no mind and go on your own phone, assuming the conversation is over with, at least until a few minutes later when he locks his phone and shoves it back in his pocket.

"who'd you say these guys were again? and what exactly did they do?" he asks, and you feel a little smile make its way onto your lips—he cares. you wouldn't lie and say his little display of nonchalance made you doubt he actually cared for you, even if it was only a little bit.

"those guys you fought because they kept messing around on izana's territory. and they just roughed me up a bit, pushed me around and called me– some things.” you say, shifting to sit up and look at him. his thumb rubs along your waist lightly as he tilts his head in thought, seemingly trying to remember who you're talking about. after a few seconds, he looks at you, humming.

"mm... rin and i will take care of them. you didn't think i'd let shit like that slide, did you? nobody touches you without consequences, you know that," he reprimands your little slip of trust in him, but he doesn't seem to really take it to heart—that smirk back on his lips. it is his fault for acting so carelessly, so he won't blame you. he gently kisses your forehead before standing up and heading out the door, intent on doing what he told you he would.

[yandereloversblog]

Hello dear. Can I request some bonten yandere where reader tries to flee and is successful but they find her a few months/years again? (And maybe reader was pregnant when she ran away and now they have a kis too?)

Anyways please don't forget to stay hydrated <3

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚍

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

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

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙸𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚞, 𝙰 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝, 𝚁𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚣 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

Me: I feel like I'm forgetting something.

"If you forgot about it, it probably wasn't important"

Me: Yeah you're right.

Mocchi and Takeomi: 😶

-> 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 "𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲" 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

First of all how the fuck did you escape this man and his 152 invisible bodyguards where they all, including Mikey who's his own breed of helicopter, keep constant watch on you???

Smart girl- Not to mention how you didn't want to raise your child in that environment.

At first Mikey would think you're kidnapped by his enemies and held for ransom, and send his men on a wild goose chase to find you but after a week without any contact from said kidnappers the boy fell into a very heavy depression state.

The executives experienced hell for months with trying to make sure Mikey didn't end up killing himself because he lost you.

"What's the fucking point, she's gone- she's DEAD!"

Fast forward to one or two years and Sanzu, for once, didn't give a fuck about slamming the doors open as he entered Mikey's room, he just had to announce that a few of their man caught sight of you, his king will finally try to live again.

Mikey has never dropped everything so fast, preparing everything to go pick you up.

His emotions running high and mixed with his dark impulses Mikey didn't know if he should hug you when he sees you first or pull the trigger and kill you.

Let's say your house became a mess when he arrived and saw you trying to hide.

"Quit hiding [Y/N]... FUCKING COME OUT!... Dear, if you fucking listen to me right now maybe I won't chop off your legs and chain you in one place like a disobedient dog."

In the end what alerted Mikey was the cries of a child- a child???

When you came out of your hiding spot to see the mess around you started crying too, protectively holding onto your baby and pleading, Mikey's insane eyes glued to the child as he approached.

"... What is this."

Mikey ignored your cries and pleas as he ripped the baby away from you.

Man placed a whole loaded gun on the 1 year old's chest. And he was sure he'd kill you right after, did you have an affair? No, he couldn't let you go off that easy-

Only thing that stopped him from pulling the trigger was the sudden notice of the black eyes staring at him, albeit they were crying but they were just like his.

Mikey took a moment to process the child, had you been pregnant when you left?

He let the gun drop to the floor before properly hugging the crying one year old, impulses dying down as he looked at your quivering body on the floor.

Mikey would kneel down right in front of you and show you a sick twisted smile.

"Angel~ did you really run away because you thought I wouldn't accept you? You were scared I wouldn't love our child? How silly~"

Mikey would laugh, free hand reaching to grab your neck and pull you closer to a kiss.

He'll let go and give you such a sweet smile despite how both you and your child are crying your eyes out.

"Let's never make that mistake again hmm?~ Let's go back home. Now. Ahh you have so much to tell me about our baby~"

-> 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮

Now Sanzu might be a mess, but he for sure wouldn't lose sight of you- including with the help of the tracking devices he placed on you.

Then suddenly one day you disappeared, not leaving any traces behind.

It hit him way harder than it should've.

Always near the bring of overdosing.

Not to mention the many, MANY nights he always cried himself to sleep because he missed you -will never admit it though-

Unlike Mikey, Sanzu would never accept that you're dead, he'd search for you non-stop.

Retracing every step and working all alone on it.

"Where is she...? Where the fuck are you, you stupid bitch... When I find out I'll make a mess out of you, [Y/N]."

And he did, being in a business trip out of the country, having a smoke late at night and frantically tapping away at his phone, hoping the cameras caught sight of you.

Yet he stopped when a woman carefully pushing a stroller walked past him. Then he heard her voice and Sanzu had half a mind to go there and grab you to make sure.

And he did. Sanzu, gun in hand and flicking the cig off, grabbed you by your hair and yanked you to see your face, you could only tremble in shock and fear at the crazed grin on his face after he realized who you were.

Unlucky to you Bonten had the whole area deserted for business yet you just stumbled into the trap.

"Oh fuck- hey there sweetheart~ lovely night we're having huh? Almost LIKE I WASN'T FUCKING SEARCHING FOR YOU EVERYWHERE FOR NEARLY A YEAR LIKE A PATHETIC FOOL!"

Sanzu would've yelled more at you, threatening you with the gun as well, if he didn't hear the cries of the two month old baby in the stroller.

Your blood ran cold and Sanzu's was boiling with anger. Swiftly moving to take a better look of the child while still tugging at your hair. Making sure you didn't make a run for it.

Did you escape to have a bastard with someone else?

"Hey doll face, who the fuck is this loud little shit?"

Sanzu ignored your words and please as he leaned closer to glare at the child, only to have identical teary blue eyes stare back at him when the baby girl opened her eyes.

Sanzu stared back in shock before looking back at you, almost as if to confirm.

Against your better judgement you just nodded, muttering that she was his, hoping Sanzu didn't end up shooting her.

"I see I see~... I was going to drug your ass and make sure you couldn't probably function as a human being without me but honestly~"

He'd grin and playfully point the gun at your child.

"I want 5 more of these little mutts, don't worry, if you behave I behave, it's only fair~... But if you ever pull some bullshit like these again I'm shooting all of them dead."

-> 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

With all of Ran's rules, it seems almost impossible to escape, but you managed to do so.

And here he thoughts you finally got used to everything, that he broke you down and build you up as he wanted.

Nobody has ever seen the relaxed Ran so out of his composure before, not even his brother, trying to find a single person and failing to do so miserably.

At some point Ran might convince himself you're dead to save his sanity -lmao what sanity-, his ego as well because you managed to escape his clutches and left him completely broken and empty.

But Ran will never find it in himself to move on no matter what he does.

"[Y/N]... If you're alive, I'm sure we'll cross paths once again... And when we do you better have a good fucking explanation."

And of course you do.

When a boy, not any older than 3 bumped into his leg accidentally.

Ran gave him an annoyed glance yet had to freeze when realizing the boy looked practically exactly like him when he was young, but the [E/C] eyes were exactly like yours.

And soon after the boy comes the mother, both you and Ran stared at each other in shock when you came into the future.

Your face contorted into fear at Ran's emotionless and empty gaze once he got over his initial surprise at seeing you.

Without a care, Ran leaned down and picked up your child, ignoring how the boy began to sob and just knocked him out.

"You better follow what I say very carefully, [Y/N]. Unless you want our son to pay for it... He is OUR son right?... I suppose a DNA test is in order, I don't want to learn I've touched a bastard."

Even though Ran has kept you imprisoned, you had never seen him so angry.

But fearing your child's safety, you did as he told you to, now sitting in backseat of the car, Ran uncomfortable close to you as your body touched his, with the sleeping little boy securely on his lap as the chauffeur drove through the very familiar streets.

Ran's hand on your nape, you flinched at how the fingers digged into your skin.

"[Y/N], my sweet little darling, did you think I wouldn't be able to care about both you and our son? Were you that scared?~"

His soft laugh contradicted his movements, harshly grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him, then a kiss followed.

You'd stare up at his cold gaze, sadistic glint flashing in his eyes as he very gently patted your son's head.

"When we get home I'll show you just how much I fucking care, how much grief I was in when you left. And I promise, our family will be perfect once you go back to behaving... If not we can always try for another child~"

-> 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Rindou knew he was stubborn- but not when it came to you! He loved you so much after all.

He didn't break your legs again after the first time because you cried so much.

Nor did he keep the shock collar on you at all time because it hurt you.

He even removed some of the punishments because you begged him to and promised you'd be good.

Now he regretted those decisions so much, if he did what he wanted maybe you wouldn't have escaped.

Rindou Haitani made sure to never give up anymore when it came to you.

"You've really gone and done it now huh babe? Am I a joke to you?... I already miss your tears and screams sweetheart, this won't do..."

Rindou was in such a poor state during those two years, crying, -destroying everything he touched-, not sleeping, -killing people-, not eating etc

Yet on his birthday Ran finally came to him with some good news, and a photograph of you with twins in your arms.

Ran happily talks about how his little brother looked ready to cause hell on earth until he explained that they did a secret DNA test in one of the hospitals they owned and the twins were Rindou's.

Without another word Rindou got up and went to the address Ran gave him.

So imagine your shock when you arrive at your apartment and find Rindou comfortably sitting on the couch and the babysitter dead and bleeding on the floor.

"You know if you didn't escape from me you wouldn't have to work that stupid job until this late at night, what if some creeps follow you home huh? Oh that? Yeah, I killed the bitch because she was asking too many questions, but don't worry, the twins are sleeping."

Rindou would laugh, get up from the couch and approach you with a smile before slapping you.

He would have originally done much more but now the twins were in the picture.

Rindou really wanted to hurt you but he needed to be a good father and husband now right? He had a family to take care of.

-He'd sigh in trouble like he wasn't the one on the floor with the bleeding cheek-

"Let's get you home darling, and once the twins wake up we'll explain everything to them right? If you told me you were pregnant I wouldn't have been that mean to you"

He happily soaked up your cries to just leave you and the twins alone when his bodyguards entered the house and carefully took the children.

Rindou kissing your tears away and holding you close.

"Oh how much I've missed you sweetheart~ It must have been so hard for you to live without my help and take care of the twins, but don't worry, now that I've found you I'll never let you go."

-> 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢

Koko was sure you wouldn't leave him, he knew your character. After all that money he spend you would be too guilty to leave, but here he is now; you having escaped your golden cage.

Koko pondered why you would leave him, even though he imprisoned you Koko was never too harsh on you right? You were treated like a well protected -pet- lover

So when Kokonoi didn't see you anywhere he assumed like Mikey and thought you were kidnapped.

He waited for a call or a message of sorts for some ransom money that would just be considered change to him but none arrived.

Were you really gone?... He needed to know the trigger that made you throw your morals away.

"[Y/N]... Where did I go wrong? Was I too reckless? I should have chained her up... Should have broken her down."

Koko considered himself pathetic for crying those first few nights, then got to work.

Would be the fastest one to find you because he wouldn't give up no matter what and would be more composed than Rindou and Sanzu.

It was especially easy to find you once you gave birth and he had your records. And he found the trigger: A child.

You were pregnant? That would explain everything, you didn't want to raise the child in this dangerous environment; how silly.

Koko would start off small, the shops around you suddenly closing down and making it impossible to buy baby products, not letting you get any job to support yourself and your child, then finally have you thrown out of your apartment late at night.

Sure it was a cruel act, but what was the cruelest was you leaving him.

And then he would appear before you at your most desperate time yet again.

"My sweet little doll, look at you, so helpless and weak without me... Did you have fun running around and struggling huh? Was it fun without me there to give you comfort?"

His voice ever so sweet as he basically took the baby from you.

You were too tired to even think about anything, you just needed some rest.

And Koko knew that, some of his anger gone from making you suffer during the first two months after you gave birth.

Leading you into the car and pushing you in without much care before getting in himself.

"Once we get home I'll give you a bath and you'll have a good meal, okay dove? I'll make sure to talk to the doctors and see what you and the baby need."

You'd be fooled by how Koko pulled you into the hug, gently petting you.

Until he grabbed your hair and forcefully tugged to make you look at him.

A commanding expression on his face.

"Then I'll properly chain you up and monitor you, you'll spend the rest of your life making up for the pain you caused me... Luckily I won't request much now that we have a child, let's be the perfect family, okay sweetheart?"

-> 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨

Completely heartbroken when he couldn't find you anywhere after getting home from work.

It would be more likely to escape Kakucho because of how lenient he is, especially when you act good.

Will try to search for you as much as he can but there is a big chance he'll stop once he isn't able to find you anywhere.

Man for sure cried everynight you weren't there waiting for him.

And also spending a good amount of time ruining everything he touches from anger- he doesn't want to direct that anger towards you but he also doesn't want to keep it in, just in case he finds you again and accidentally hurts you.

"Why did she have to leave!?... Why couldn't she just love me like I loved her...? I loved her so much... So much it hurts."

The longest you can stay away from, it will probably take four or five years to find you because he's not actively searching, just grieving in silence and moving around.

Kakucho knew better than to save some random mother and son duo that his men were forcefully pulled away from the area because Bonten will have a meeting with an enemy gang there, but when he saw the son jump in to protect his mom, and getting knocked out in the process, he had to step in.

And once he did Kakucho felt a lot of emotions after seeing your face. Immediately ordering everyone to leave as he pulled you in a tight hug.

When you squirmed around and kept looking at your son Kakucho did so too.

He let you go and carefully picked him up.

-Making a mental note to kill whatever asshole had hit him-

"Is... Is he mine...? Well, it doesn't matter... He's a lot like you so I don't care."

Only one who'd accept the child as long as they look like you. But luckily it was his -Kakucho was extra happy after the DNA test-

The soft apperance and voice would have you almost fooled.

Until Kakucho finally moves his attention back to you and grabbed you.

"Let's go."

Kakucho would basically order, tightly hold you and staring at you with crazed eyes that you've never seen on him as he started to pull you towards his car.

"We're going home. I gave you a chance to live your life how you wanted. Now that you're fully mine I'll never let you escape like that again. Do you like breaking me that much? I'll give you the same treatment then."

[cheesus-doodles]

Hi hi I wanted to request some kakucho. Poor kaku he’s so sweet but also secretly deranged. Imagine like petting his hair and then turning around and suddenly this man is dagger glaring at everyone like mine! People telling you he’s scary and you’re like kaku? No I think you’re mistaken..like you could do anything to him like put bows in his hair and he’s like :D but the moment you leave he’s like :l

awww yes I support this! Kaku needs love on this blog as well imo, hashed out an entire BFF Kakucho here by accident so hope you enjoy anon!

also mini update, going home will be out next week! cross my heart

Masterlist

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I would say to me Kakucho comes off as someone who needs to be given a reason in order to function in life. In canon, this purpose would be given to him by Izana, which would be to serve him as a king, but when Izana leaves the orphanage to go with Shinichiro and then to run the Black Dragons, Kakucho is once more left without a purpose.

It wouldn't seem like a big deal at first, but slowly as the months drag on, this boy would find himself simply drifting through life, pretty much detached from the ongoings around him - there's nothing for him to really focus on besides physical training now that Izana was busy without him, and Kakucho himself doesn't have any particular goals that he is chasing except to server Izana. Of course, this all changes when he meets you.

You are no doubt a very headstrong person, someone who has no qualms doing whatever you like whenever you like, and would not back down on things that you believe in. And you also treated this boy to a lunch after he helped you beat up a bunch of bullies even though you didn't need the help, because you appreciated it anyway. Kakucho isn't a very trusting person to begin with because of his difficult childhood, but you definitely managed to sway his first opinion of you with that simple act of nothing asking for more.

Very selective with how much information he shares about himself, and you were the same, though you did manage to dig out that Kakucho didn't really have anyone else to spend time with, and so you invited him to hang out with you if he was up for it, saying that he was welcome to join your friend group for study sessions. On the other side of being so stubborn, what Kakucho saw was that you were also just an average student with an average number of friends, and leading a very normal life. You were kind yet stubborn, loved your friends and loved hanging out, and when Kakucho did hesitantly take up your offer for the first time, he fell head over heel for the chance at leading a very normal life, a chance to forget the harsh past he came from.

It helps that the more time he spent with you, the more he felt that he had a new purpose, a new person to serve, especially given how stubborn you were, and there he started his slip into yandere tendencies - you were, after all, the one that gave him another chance at life, a chance to be normal. And Kakucho would cling to that with the same vigour with which he would later cling to Izana. Extremely, extremely loyal, you can always count on this boy being there for whatever you need no matter the time of day. Starts slowly with offering to run and grab coffee for you "on his way" to a study session, and then would turn up outside your house to walk you to school, which would quickly turn into Kakucho offering to do any of your house chores.

All the while he slowly increases the pressure on your friend group to leave you alone, increasingly isolating you from everyone else so that he could keep you to himself. You only needed him after all, you didn't need anyone else - and you needed to focus on him so that he could serve you wholeheartedly. Would absolutely allow you to do anything to him without complaint, and yes, that includes putting bows even though he barely keeps any hair. You wanna hold his hand, sure! You want to dance with him in public, say no more. Want him to run to the other side of town to buy you a slice of cake at the break of dawn because it always runs out? Do you even need to ask?

Once he starts actively trying to keep you and your friends apart is when he starts to dagger glare everyone else around you, but that is as much as he would do when you are present. Because a servant deals with his royalty's issues silently and out of sight. Still a sweet boy at heart, he wouldn't throw hands except when he deems it absolutely necessary - in his mind, he doesn't want to keep you from your friends, no way. He craves the normality that you lent him with your presence and your way of life, but these people aren't your friends. All they do is sabotage you, drag you down, keep you from shining.

He would find you better friends.

Pleases Kakucho greatly that when Izana finally returned to him, and he found that you were indeed compatible and could exist side by side with his king with little conflict. He could serve two royals at the same time of course, but it would be so much easier if the two of you didn't overlap and cross each other - he didn't want to have to pick sides. Would introduce you to the rest of Tenjiku the moment he thinks its safe enough because these people are much better friends than those so-called scum from your school.

No lie, the day you first introduce him as your BFF, I think Kakucho would just melt away from happiness. Izana would be extremely amused.

[sinfulseashell]

If its ok, may i pleas ask a question for Yan! Izana, Yan! Kakucho and Yan! Rin? How would they react to a very physically afectionate darling? One that kiss their scars and with out them even noticing always ends up in their laps happily hugging them.

A/N: Thank you for being so patient, and I’m so sorry for the long wait. 🥺

Y!Izana: “How cute.” He chuckled. Of course he wasn’t serious about his little answer considering he would find it quite annoying that their darling would be clingy. At least that’s how he would see it, “I don’t really know how to deal with “physical affection” maybe if they would try worshipping me then that would be better.” He hummed in thought. “Can’t you imagine them begging…” he smirked wickedly. “Anyways, I honestly don’t see why people want me to be so loving in the first place.” He scoffed. “Come on, Me? Loving? That’s funny.” Another smile played across his lips as he snickered to himself.

Y!Kakucho: At first the male wasn’t paying any mind to the host letting them ask their questions but when he realized that it was his time to answer, he sat up and cleared his throat. “I mean…they wouldn’t have to do such a thing…” he whispered.

Host: “-but what if your darling wanted to? That’s the question.”

Y!Kakucho: Bringing his hand to touch his scar a small smile spread over his lips. He was always taught that the mark was hideous even Izana complimented a few times, but to think his darling would go as far as to kiss them and give him affection he deeply craved…multicolored eyes looked towards the host. “I will make sure to forever cherish them…I’ll make sure they will never cry, or get hurt. I’ll do everything in my power to make the happy and be proud that they have someone like me to be by their side.” He smiled.

Y!Izana: “Still a loyal servant until the end.” He tsked.

Y!Rin: It was finally his turn to answer and of course he wasn’t going to be honest since he had a reputation of being an asshole to uphold, but thinking of his darling doing those things to him. Well that’s caused his heart to flutter and cheeks to flush, “What? I’m not going to give some heartfelt speech…this is stupid.” He hissed now crossing his arms over his chest and looking away flustered. Yet…while his heart slammed against his chest, all his mind could picture was how sweet his darling would look giving small kisses to his scars and his delicate he would hold him on his embrace.

[rinrinx2]

House Husband

Kakucho x reader

Summary: You have it all being a successful business woman, a beautiful baby and a husband who spends his time looking after the home. The best part about having house husband is when he takes care of you after a long day at work.

Warnings: Inappropriate language, Mature themes, Smut, Orgasm, Slice of life

Request by: @lovelygeniegirl1012

"Have a good day at work" Kakucho said as he placed a kiss upon your forehead, before you left for work.

Kakucho watched as you walked out the door carrying your brief case, filled with work that you were complaining about completing, causing a smile to form on Kakucho's face at the memory of your irritated face looking at paperwork.

Once the door shut, Kakucho's attention mind snapped back into reality, remembering all the work he himself had to complete for the day.

Quickly Kakucho walked over to your shared bedroom where a sleeping Haruhi lie on your bed.

"Good morning Haru" Kakuchou whispered, causing the two year old girl to groan in her sleep.

As much as she looked like Kakucho, she was much like you in personality, which would include not being a morning person.

Kakucho giggled at his daughter reaction, glancing at his phone to see a message from Izana appear.

MybestfriendintheworldIzana: We'll be helping out at the orphanage home next week Thursday. Don't forget Kaku! IM WARNING YOU!

Kakucho's attention shifted from his daughter to his phone reading the message, causing his eyes to roll.

Hitto Kakucho a now 27-year-old man, was married with his first child as well as working part time for one of the biggest charities in all of Japan - Tenjiku.

But even with all these credits his favorite one was being a house-husband. When he told people that his wife worked while he stayed at home majority of the time, cooking, cleaning and tending to his child, they would call him a wife-man. But these people just didn't understand the joys of being a house-husband.

He was able to prepare every meal with love, he was able to spend as much time with his daughter savoring every moment of her childhood and the best part was when you came home all frustrated from work and he'd fuck you till the only thought comprehensible in your mind was his cock.

This was the way of the house-husband Kakucho, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"How was work?" Kakucho asked as you entered your apartment.

"It was crazy today, someone's files were missing and then the account shareholders came over for a meeting but no one was prepared" you said as you were reaching for your shoes taking them off.

"I'm sorry for your bad day baby, but I am making curry rice which can turn any frown upside down" Kakuchou said as he smiled over at you.

You looked at your husband that dawned a massive grin, that always caused your heart to skip a beat. The smile that caused you to fall in love with him all over again.

You began to slowly walking over to the kitchen where Kakucho was stirring away at the curry he was preparing.

"Smells delicious" you said as you wrapped your arms around his waist, peering your head to side watching as he cooked.

"Oh really" Kakucho asked with a teasing tone.

"Of course it is, you have that secret sauce you put in don't you" you answered biting your lip slightly.

"I'll put some of my secret sauce in yo-" but before Kakucho could finish his sentence a loud cry was heard, from another room, causing the cooking Kaku to let out a snicker.

"Seems like the by product of your secret sauce is awake" you said with a laugh, gently slapping your husband's arm as you walked in the direction that the sound came from.

When you reached the room, you saw your two year old daughter standing in her crib arms already reaching out towards you.

"Hey pretty girl" you said as you reached into the crib taking her out, now holding her in your arms.

"Looks like someone seems hungry" you said as you walked back into the kitchen, about to prepare a bottle of milk to satiate your daughters needs.

Kakucho watched you, even in your tired state still being a caring mother, and a wonderful wife.

After dinner you had gone straight to your room to begin on some work which was due tomorrow, while Kakucho made sure that your daughter was bathed and put to bed. He enjoyed this nightly routine, giving you space to complete what you needed to do while he spent occupied your daughter's last few hours of this day, ensuring that all his attention would be on you afterwards.

"Haruhi out like a light" Kakucho commented as he walked into your shared bedroom, with his sleeves rolled up and hands still slightly damp from Haruhi's bath.

Kakucho watched as your attention was fixed on the laptop, typing away with all the concentration in the world. So, preoccupied by your actions you didn't even feel the dip in the bed as he sat beside you now.

"My wife going to give me some attention?" Kakucho asked as his arms began to snake around your waist.

"In a moment Kaku" you said, keeping your eyes still locked on the laptop screen.

But Kakucho could not wait any longer. His one hand reached for your laptop while the other remained around your waist. With a loud thump he shut your laptop and grabbed the item shifting it to one of the bed side tables. While you remained defenseless in Kakucho's arms.

"I said my wife is going to give me attention" Kakucho said now in a demanding tone. The tone that had your heart beating fast and the wet spot in your panties to grow.

Kakucho took you by your waist gently lifting you to the edge of the bed, till your feet were met with the hard wood floors, while Kakucho still remained seated on the soft sheeted bed.

"Put on a show for me, and maybe I'll give your laptop back" Kakucho said with that same tone.

Your eyes were now glue to Kakucho, taking deep shallow breathes as you watched as he starred at you.

People saw Kakucho has a mild and meek husband, who was willing to stay at home and look after his child wife his wifed work, but no one knew this side of Kakucho. The domineering side, that made you realize just how much control you really had in this household.

"I said put on a show"

And as the words finally came to your ears, you snapped out of your thoughts. Hands going to your jersey slowing lifting it over your head and then going to pull your shorts down, till you now stood in nothing but your underwear.

"Bend over and take your panties off"

Without any hesitation yout turned around so that your ass was now facing Kaucho, slowly you bent forwrad grabbing your pantie slowly pulling the flimsy fabric down, until it sat around your ankles. Leaving your exposed cunt bare, on full display, as strings of slick now decoarted your puffy folds.

You remained bent over, feeling the cool evening air against your bare cunt making it leak out further, the slick now dripping down your thighs and onto the bedroom floor.

So, enraptured by the feeling of your pussy dripping out thta you hadn't felt the hand of your lover reach down between your fold.

"You're soaking, and all I told you to do was bend over and take your pnaties off" Kakaucho said with a snicker, as his finger slid between your puffy pussy lips, gathering slick with each swipe.

"Mind if I take a taste" Kakucho continued saying, feeling as his fingers were soon replaced by the coolness of his breath against your aching core.

Kakucho took a deep lick into your cunt, feeling the way your walls were already wrapping around his wet muscle so easily, your pussy greedy for me. But Kakucho was not about to give into your needs that easily,

Kakucho's tongue licked your pussy back and forth, the wetness of his tongue mixing with your slick causing lewd wet noises to fill the room.

"Kaku please" you begged out.

"My wife needs her husband?" Kakucho asked his lips just barely leaving your pussy.

"Please Kaku. I need you" you moaned out.

And within the next second Kakucho's lips left your hole, now feeling as he stood to his full height while you still remained bent over. feeling as his still covered cock push against your cunt, the once dry fabric becoming wet upon contact with your cunt making your whimper out at the friction.

Kakucho quickly unbuckled his pants pulling them down along with his boxers, letting his errect cock spring free. The beads of pre-cum glistened in the dimly lit lighting, as his cock stood to its full 9-inch size just aching to stuff your tight pussy.

You could feel the fat tip pf Kakucho's cock tease your ring of your puissy hole, making it clench in excitement.

Kakucho began to slowly sink into your pussy, feeling the way your pussy pushed out against his cock as he filled you to the brim. Kakucho remained still in your ever tightening cunt, until he adjusted to it, feeling the way your pussy tried to swallow his cock whole.

Slowly Kakucho began to thrust into you, holding you by the wasit as he fusked you with deep shallow thrusts causing your back to arch in your bent postion.

"Fuck this pussy feel good" Kakucho said as his hips rythimcally smacked against yours, with his balls slappy at your clit making your moan out like a bitch in heat.

Your moans were making Kakucho go feral. Kakucho picked up his pace. Now thrusting in and out of you like a madman.

"Fuck!" Kakucho loudly exclaimed as he continued fucking you.

As much as the current postion of having you bent in mid air with him being your only source of balance was allowing Kakucho to drill his cock deep inside you it wasn't enough. He needed to see your face. The lewd expressions that would leave your face as he dragged his cock in and out of pussy.

With his cock still buried deep inside you, Kakucho pulled your body up. Your back now pressed against his just with his cock still being squeezed by your cunt.

"Shit I need to see your face, when I fuck another baby into you" Kakucho said as he quickly turned you around.

He now faced you, you watched as his hands worked quickly to realign his leaking member to your soaking pussy.

"Shit" Kakucho moaned as his cock sinked back into your warm cunt.

Kakucho didn't hesitate a moment to begin thrusting into you, with his hands quickly coming down to you hips to allow him to drill into your sobbing cunt.

Your pussy was overflowing with so much liquid that it dripped down your thigh and onto the bedroom floor.

The sounds of your pussy being fucked so desperately into was making your mind go blank.

Kakucho lifted your one leg up as he continued to fuck you causing his cock to hit deeper inside of your pussy, making your grip at his biceps at the deepened pleasure.

"Please cum in me" you moaned out, ad you craved to feel his cum being shot out into your womb.

Kakucho words drove Kakucho wild as he began fucking you like an animal in heat. The need and urge to fill you to the brim with hot semen was all he could focus on.

"You gotta cum first before I fill this pussy up" Kakucho said gripping your hips tighter as he fucked up into you.

You threw your head back, feeling the way his shaft was now sliding deeper and deeper inside you, until finally you felt your pussy tighten around his cock. Feeling the way your pussy spasmed and fluttered around his cock as you came.

Kakucho continued to fuck you through your orgasm relishing in the way your walls sucked him in deeper to milk him of his come, until finally his thrusting stopped.

Hot ropes of semen filled your pussy over and over stuffing you full of his cum.

Kakucho felt his balls ache out in relief as he fucked the last of his cum into your puckered hole, letting out a sigh of content once his load was finally shot into you.

Kakucho gently pulled out, watching as your face scrunched with pleasure as his cock slipped out, but before you could complain about the lack of his cock he quickly slipped his fingers inside you.

"Gotta keep you stuffed if we plan to give Haru a friend" Kakucho said as he carefully picked you up with his fingers still inside you.

You pressed your head to his chest feeling the post orgasm sleepiness settle inside you.

"You're so amazing Kaku" you said with heavy eyelids.

"Only the best for you" he said as he gently placed you on the bed.

"The best house husband ever"

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[seijorhi]

Undertow

A tokrev purge AU, as a treat :))

Kakucho x female reader, Kurokawa Izana x female reader

w.c 6.4k

tw: murder, blood & slight gore, implied non/dub-con, yandere themes

This is not a test, this is your Emergency Broadcast System announcing the commencement of the annual Purge sanctioned by the Japanese Government. Weapons of class four and lower have been authorised for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted. Government officials of ranking ten have been granted immunity and shall not be harmed. 

Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for twelve continuous hours. Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7:00 a.m, when the Purge concludes. 

Blessed be our new founding fathers and Japan; a nation reborn.

As the polite, female voice falls silent, klaxons ring out, blaring through the night. 

Seven years now. 

Five, since your brother decided to join the would be Purgers and never made it home. It never becomes normal, you never lose that fear. You do, however, learn the rules. 

Stay home. Lock yourself away behind the reinforced shutters and doors, pretend that everything’s fine, that you can’t hear the screaming and gunshots, the violent chaos being gleefully wreaked outside. You put on some movies, music maybe, sit on your couch, swaddled in blankets with the volume too loud and pray that tonight won’t be the night that someone decides to test just how impenetrable the defences around your home truly are.

Arms encircle your waist, pulling you back against a firm chest. A kiss is pressed against your hair. “Babe, don’t look so worried. We’ll be fine. We always are.” 

–Only this time, you’re not waiting out the Purge by yourself. 

You exhale, Natsuya’s hold easing to allow you to turn and face him. He smiles at the pinched expression on your face, “We’re gonna be fine,” he repeats. “Now will you please come have a drink with me? The others are starting to wonder why my beautiful,” his lips meet your forehead, “smart,” the tip of your nose, “incredible girlfriend’s hiding herself away.” 

He kisses your lips last of all, a sweet, gentle thing. Brushes your hair back from your face. 

“No one’s getting through the security system, and even if they did, no one’s gonna hurt you, I’ll make sure of it.”

Yes, you’d caught an eyeful of the shotgun he’d been cleaning when you’d arrived. His friends undoubtedly have their own weapons stashed away, too. After all – there’s no such thing as a pacifist on Purge night. 

It doesn’t ease your worry any, but you smile and nod for him, letting him tug you back to the lounge room where his friends and sister await. 

Because what else does Purge night call for, if not a party?

Miyano – charming and roguish, long dark hair swept up into a bun – the first to greet you, passing you a shot of amber liquor with an easy wink. “Purge classic,” he tells you, referring to the drink, “it’s tradition – and a secret.”

You knock the shot back, wincing at the burn in your throat as it goes down. “Why does it taste like toothpaste?!”

“Disgusting, isn’t it,” Tomori, Natsuya’s sister and the only other girl present, says with a grimace. 

Miyano looks mightily pleased with himself, Ayumu and Suwabe both snickering good naturedly. The two of them couldn’t be more different from each other. Suwabe’s short and stocky, Ayumu willowy-tall, blond and bespectacled, and yet one’s never far from the other. 

Your boyfriend sneaks an arm around your waist, dutifully accepting his own with a rueful sigh.

“So you guys do this every Purge?” 

Suwabe nods, “Yeah, for the past four or five years. It’s a shit night, we figured we might as well make the most of it together instead of stressing out about it alone.”

“And you’ve never been tempted to…?”

The three of them share a look, Suwabe shrugging, “What, to Purge? Ayumu and I went one year. Not to kill anyone or nothing,” he hastens to clarify at your wide eyed expression, “we wanted to rob his boss’s place.”

“The guy was an asshole. Rich as hell, too. We knew he wasn’t gonna be there, it seemed as good a time as any to try our luck,” the blond elaborates. 

“And how’d that go for you?” 

He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeah, we didn’t even make it onto the property. And it was fucked out there, not something I want a repeat of anytime soon.”

Your brother’s face flashes to mind, a pang striking deep in your chest. He’d made his choice, though, with intentions far less justifiable, and so you shove those feelings aside, tilting your face to meet Natsuya’s, “And no Purging for you?”

Intended as a joke, his fingers, resting comfortably above your hip, inexplicably twitch. “‘Course not.”

“The whole thing’s messed up. Who wants to go out and hunt people for fun?” Tomori snorts, passing you a glass of wine and pouring one for herself. 

“Kind of a necessary evil, though, right?” 

She meets her brother’s gaze with one raised, unimpressed eyebrow, “Oh c’mon, Nats, you can’t honestly tell me that you believe the Purge is in any way a good thing. Those who can afford it lock themselves away, and the poor pay the price. It’s chaos for the sake of chaos, the only difference between now and before is that alongside all the criminals who would’ve gone out looting and murdering anyway, the government’s convinced stupid, entitled dumbasses like those two,” she jerks her chin towards Ayumu and Suwabe, both suddenly fascinated with their drinks, “that killing and stealing and hurting other people is morally upstanding, and worse; fun.”

And so the conversation goes, as it always does. You nod and hum idly along with the others every now and then, nestled comfortably into Natsuya’s side while they argue back and forth, until– “Look, all I’m saying is that anyone who’s dumb enough to get themselves killed on Purge night probably isn’t a great loss to society anyway.”

The change in the air is palpable. Natsuya stiffens behind you, Tomori’s breath catching, her eyes immediately finding yours.

Figures that Natsuya told her. 

And to Miyano’s credit, he seems to realise he’s misstepped even before your boyfriend’s growled, “Dude, shut the hell up.” 

“Shit, that’s not what I– Fuck, I didn’t–” You raise a placating hand, and his mouth closes with an audible click. 

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it, I’m not gonna bite your head off,” you chuckle awkwardly, pretending that you don’t see Suwabe’s wince.

Still, his expression looks almost stricken, eyes darting between you and a disapproving Nats, and you feel a slight twinge of… something.

Miyano hadn’t said it to be spiteful. 

What happened to your brother happens to hundreds every Purge – they leave the safety of their houses with the belief that because they’ve got a weapon and a free pass for twelve hours, they’re invincible. 

Usually, they’re wrong. 

“It’s fine,” you repeat with a tight smile, pointedly ignoring Natsuya’s scoff. 

“No, I shouldn’t’ve–”

Whatever he’s about to say falls by the wayside as a loud, pounding suddenly reverberates through the house. 

The front door. 

For a long beat, nobody moves. Nobody breathes. Six pairs of eyes shift to the entry-way, towards the unknown figure waiting on the other side of the door. 

Silence settles over the six of you, thick and uncomfortable, and undercurrent of tension pressing down on your body. Every door and window’s locked and reinforced behind steel shutters, they’re not impenetrable, though. Nothing is. 

Abruptly, the banging resumes, so sudden that you jerk, flinching back against Natsuya’s frame.

“Pull up the security feed,” Suwabe suggests.

There’s a panel with a keypad on the wall by the kitchen, a few clicks of the buttons and the screen comes to life. Split across six sections, the cameras show a near 360 degree view of the exterior of the house. Natsuya taps on the upper left, bringing the view from the front of the house – the man battering down the door – full screen, the audio filtering through. 

“–gonna kill me! You have to let me in! I promise I’m not armed, I swear it, just– help me, please!”

Your stomach flips. 

“I–” you swallow, drawing in an unsteady breath.

The shock of black hair, the jagged scar cut like a bolt of lightning across his forehead, his eyes, one red, the other a milky white, wide and frantic now as he risks another look behind him – they’re not features you’re likely to forget any time soon. “I know him.”

You feel more than see the way that Natsuya tenses, pulling back to study you, a note of questioning in his eyes.

“He catches the same train home, we talk sometimes.” There’s more to it than that; a creep that tried to feel you up and Kakucho’s intervention, but you don’t feel like getting into that now.

Not when he’s hoarse and begging on Nats’ doorstep. 

He hammers his fist against the shutters, strong enough that you swear you can feel the vibrations rattling in your chest. “He’s coming– fucking hell, please!”

Nobody says anything, uncomfortable glances shared between all six of you. 

It’s an exercise in futility begging anyone for help on Purge night. He has to know that – everyone knows that.

And yet your heart’s lodged firmly in your throat, because it’s not just anyone at the door. It’s not a stranger begging for mercy, for sanctuary, it’s Kakucho. 

Kakucho, who stood up for you.

Kakucho, who took the seat next to yours for weeks before he so much as said a word to you.

Kakucho, who looks half crazed – terrified – pleading for his life. 

You barely know him, a kind act and a few conversations on your nighttime commute doesn’t make him a saint, doesn’t mean you have any sort of deeper relationship or trust built between you, but…

“Nats,” you breathe, your hand seeking his. His palm’s warm, engulfing yours, and you squeeze it, “I know him.”

It isn’t a plea, not quite. 

“Dude, are you crazy? You can’t let him in!” Suwabe hisses, smacking his shoulder. “It sucks, but that’s what happens–”

Tomori‘s eyes flash. She folds her arms over her chest, shooting daggers his way, “So we throw him to the wolves? Just leave him to die?” 

“Yeah; that’s the fucking Purge, Mori! He’s banging on your door ‘cause no one else’s stupid enough to let him in!”

“And if it was your friend and not some random stranger, you’re telling me you‘d leave him to the wolves rather than risk opening your door?”

Miyano, up until now silent, exhales, “She’s kind of got a point.” 

“He’s not a friend though, she said it herself!” Suwabe snaps back, jabbing his finger in your direction. He turns to Ayumu, watching the argument unfold with a small frown. “Back me up here, dude, you know I’m right.”

The blond shifts on his feet, fingers tapping an uneasy rhythm against his drink as his gaze flickers between you and Natsuya. And all the while, the pounding outside continues, furious and desperate, layered beneath Kakucho’s shouts. You’re half convinced that any second now, that door’s gonna give way, and your stomach churns. You feel sick. 

He’s a mere step above a stranger; an acquaintance at best. Suwabe isn’t wrong, either. This is Purge, this is what happens. Those who don’t have the means to protect themselves either learn to fight back or pay the price. There’s no helping that and it’s naive to think otherwise.

Right now you’re safe. Barring an all out assault, you’ll remain that way for the rest of the night. 

The smart thing to do would be to hunker down and pretend the world outside the front door doesn’t exist for the next however many hours. That was the plan. That’s always the plan for the Purge. 

Even the harmless looking ones pose a threat tonight. Kakucho, with his stature and scowl, the scar and those frighteningly intense eyes, never struck you as all that harmless. 

So you don’t blame Suwabe for his reticence. You can’t. The smart, rational choice here is as cold and brutal as it is simple; you keep the door locked. 

Yet your hand tightens around Natsuya’s, anchoring yourself in the touch as Ayumu’s eyes flit across yours, considering. 

You won’t beg, you won’t, but–

“It’s your house,” he eventually says, more to Natusya than you. A shrugs then, sliding his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “There’s six of us, we’ve got guns if he tries anything.”

Something looses inside of you, a shuddering breath filling your lungs. 

Natsuya doesn’t look particularly thrilled judging from the clenched muscle in his jaw, the crease between his brows. One glance at Tomori, though, her lovely face set is a mask of determination and that resolve of his weakens.

And shatters entirely. 

“Fine. Fucking– fine. Let him in; 4869.” 

He snatches the shotgun off the table as he says it, drawing you back into his side whilst Miyano – the closest to the door – punches in the code. Suwabe, meanwhile, disappears from the room, reappearing a moment later with a gun in hand. 

Sliding himself into position between Tomori and the door, he cocks the slide with a grim expression. He locks eyes with you – only for a heartbeat – and you find yourself wanting to blurt out that the guns aren’t necessary, that Kakucho isn’t a threat. 

You don’t, though, tongue leaden in your mouth, and he nudges her back as his attention shifts to the door. 

In your ear, low enough that the others won’t hear, Natsuya murmurs, “You don’t leave my side, understand?”

You nod. 

With a heavy clank, the shutters begin to lift.

Your fingers dance by your side, your insides in knots. Inch by inch it goes until finally, Miyano unlocks the door, pulls it open and Kakucho barrels in. 

No one breathes. No one moves as he rights himself, bleeding, panting. 

“Shut the fucking door,” he rasps, and like that, whatever spell everyone’s under is broken and both Suwabe and Miyano snap into action to close off the house once more.

And all the while you simply stare, blinking, unsure of what you’re supposed to say or do right now. Kakucho’s eyes shift around the room, slowly considering each of your friends, tasking them in one after the other, Suwabe’s gun, Natsuya’s, until at last, his eyes fall on you.

Recognition glints. Surprise. His head tilts, almost puppy-ish, brows drawing together. He murmurs your name in that deep, gravelly rumble, and Natsuya goes rigid. 

It’s an instinctual response, you think, because a breath later his thumb rubs soothingly at your hip, slow and gentle, a quiet apology for brutish behaviour. Everyone’s on edge tonight. 

And once again, it falls to Tomori to break the tension.

“Are you hurt? You look like hell.”

Kakucho doesn’t answer her immediately, his attention lingering on you for a heartbeat longer than necessary. Long enough that you have to fight the urge to fidget. Eventually, though, he grunts and shakes his head, turning his head to face her. “It’s nothing. I‘m fine.”

“You’re bleeding,” she presses, as gently as she can. 

Dazedly, he lifts his hand to his face, fingers finding the gash on his cheek. They come away wet and shining, glistening with his own blood – he stares at it, almost confused. “It’s… nothing,” he repeats, slower this time.

Tomori rolls her eyes, huffs in a way that’s so similar to Natsuya that under other circumstances you might have laughed. “What is it with men and their bullshit need to act tough all the time?”

None of them, not even Miyano has anything to say to that, and despite the heavy tension still hanging in the air, a wry grin pulls at your lips. 

It only lasts a moment. 

“You guys have a first aid kit, yeah?” Ayumu asks, to which both Tomori and your boyfriend nod.

“In the kitchen, the shelf above the fridge.”

And like that, the boys begin to disperse. Ayumu to fetch the kit, Miyano water and alcohol. Suwabe sticks by Tomori’s side, and when she mentions something about towels for the blood, he follows her out into the hallway. You suspect it’s more to give you a moment with Kakucho – or to escape the thick, awkward atmosphere – but you’re grateful all the same.

With the others gone, Kakucho’s attention turns back to you. Says nothing as you approach, Natsuya trailing right behind you, watching the two of you carefully.

Tomori hadn’t been wrong. Tough act or not, he has to be in pain. Split lip, knuckles grazed and reddened. The gash on his cheek, and blood seeping from a cut on his brow. Mottled bruises darkening his skin. Even his gait is off, his left leg supporting the majority of his weight. You’ve never seen the aftermath of a beating like this before. They hadn’t even let you see your own brother after they’d found him. 

It twists at something inside of you, sends a pang right through your heart. He has to be hurting, yet Kakucho wears the damage like it’s nothing.  

There’s a strange urge – one you steadfastly ignore – to reach out and take his ruined cheek in hand. To see someone in pain, hiding it… you might not be friends exactly, but a lump forms in your throat, your chest tightening. You’ve never felt so uselessly inadequate.

You sigh, eyes searching his, “What happened to you?”

“Let him sit down first, babe,” your boyfriend mutters. 

Kakucho regards him warily. He’s still holding the shotgun, admittedly by his side, his other hand moving to your shoulder. 

A clear message, and you don’t know how you feel about that.

In any case, your cheeks warm, a sheepish laugh – one without much humour – leaving your lips. You’re doing this all wrong. Stupid, stupid. “Of course, it’s probably better if we do this at the table, right?” you ask no one in particular. “Can you walk over or do you need somebody to lean on?”

A faint frown mars his face, “I said I’m fine.” Again, there’s no heat in the statement, the words are dull, robotic almost. 

The others are returning now, Ayumu blowing his blond locks away from his face as he sets the first aid kit down on the table and pops it open. Yet surprisingly it’s Suwabe who pipes up, “Stop being an asshole, she’s just trying to help.”

Well, maybe not that surprising. 

You repress another sigh, shaking off Natsuya’s grip to go and help him, Ayumu clearly having the same thought, when the doorbell rings.

You freeze.

No one dares to breathe, each of you slowly turning to face the door, still locked behind those steel shutters. 

The doorbell rings again, twice in quick succession. 

You hear someone quietly whisper, “Fuck.”

Cold dread sluices through your system, every pound of your heart echoing in your ear as Natsuya chokes on his spit, glances to Miyano. 

And all eyes shift to the security screen. Tomori’s closest this time, Suwabe’s quick to grab her, pull her back as he instead brings the feed to life. Another tap, and the exterior front door once again fills the screen.

Your heart, pounding so violently in your chest that it feels like you’re going to be sick, constricts.

A blond man with striking – deeply unsettling – violet eyes stands at the doorstep, smiling directly into the camera. He’s not much older than you, less than five or so years you’d guess, dressed in an elegant, brocaded red coat. 

“I’m assuming I have your attention,” he begins. His voice is pleasant and smooth, it sends shivers down your spine, the warmth leaching from your blood. 

He waits a beat, still smiling that chilling, awful smile. “Good. Excellent. As I have no intention of wasting my time on this precious Purge night, I’ll make this brief. Nice and simple for you; it’s come to my attention that you’re harbouring something that belongs to me.” You hear Tomori’s breath catch, and hers aren’t the only pair of eyes that shift to Kakucho. “The man – the dog – you’ve inexplicably given sanctuary to tonight is nothing but filth. A defiler. A killer. A menace to our just society, and like all dogs, he must be brought to heel.”

His teeth, straight and white, glint as his grin widens. You can’t breathe, Natsuya’s hand finding yours, tightening wordlessly. You can feel the tension shift in the room, the fear that descends like a blanket at his words. But you know Kakucho, he’s wouldn’t– he’s not–

“By offering him sanctuary, by standing between me and what is rightfully mine, you’ve aligned yourself with those to be Purged. So, again, I’ll make this clear. You may think that behind this security system of yours, you’re safe. That the locks on your doors and steel shutters will keep me out – that is a lie you’ve been sold. I am coming in, it might take five minutes, maybe twenty, but these defences will fall. And if the dog inside hasn’t ripped you all to pieces, rest assured that I will. I suggest you good folks run. Hide. You cannot keep me from what I want.”

Abruptly the screen goes black, and no less than a split second later, the power in the house cuts out, plunging you into an eerie green-lit dimness as the sole emergency light flickers on.  

The sound of your shaking breath feels too loud in the dead stillness. You swallow, and slowly turn to face Kakucho. 

A defiler and a killer, the smiling man had said.

Those things can’t be true, because the Kakucho you know…

He meets your stare. Cold and empty, and that racing, trembling heart of your sinks into the very pit of your stomach. “K-kakucho?”

Two guns lift, Natsuya yanking you back, and in the space of a breath, everything goes to hell. Ayumu’s closest, had gone over to help, and quicker than your eyes can follow, Kakucho lunges forward, a knife appearing in his hand.

One moment, your friend, with that quiet, dry humour and a heart of absolute gold, is standing, the next – Kakucho’s knife is at his throat, and he’s being yanked backwards. “Put the guns down,” he says.

Like his expression, his voice is cold and flat. 

Neither Natsuya nor Suwabe make a move to lower their weapons, Suwabe teeth bared in a silent snarl. 

“Just do what he says, for fuck’s sake!” Miyano hisses, and you’re not imagining the panic lacing his tone. 

The corner of Kakucho’s lips curl, “However fast you think you can shoot, I can guarantee you it won’t be quick enough. Put them down. On the floor.”

“Kakucho, please…”

He doesn’t so much as spare you a glance. Natsuya’s hand tightens, a silent plea for you to keep quiet, and not draw his attention. 

“Do what he says.” It’s Ayumu, his voice a hoarse whisper. Wide eyed, shaking, the knife at his throat pressed so tightly that the movement of his vocal chords causes skin to break, a thin line of blood beading across his neck. “Please.”

“I am not–”

“Do what he fucking says, Suwabe!”

A long silence settles, neither making a move, unwilling to give an inch despite their friend’s desperate plea. And perhaps the terror in the blond’s voice finally breaks through to them, or the cool, detached ruthlessness of Kakucho’s demeanour, but with a heavy reluctance, the two lower their weapons. 

“On the floor,” Kakucho repeats, pressing the blade tighter against Ayumu’s throat. “I’m not asking.”

Suwabe snarls, dropping the pistol. A moment later Natsuya follows suit, the both of them glaring at the larger man. 

Kakucho smirks. Glances at you.

A defiler, the smiling man had called him. A killer.

And too quickly for anyone to stop him, he yanks the knife across Ayumu’s throat and shoves him aside. There’s a ringing in your ears as Tomori screams, Suwabe falling to his knees, scrambling for his discarded gun. Too slow. Kakucho’s sprinting – unhindered by his supposed ‘injured’ foot – disappearing into the darkness of the house, and Ayumu’s bleeding out on the floor.

Gaping and gasping, twitching like a fish out of water. 

You can’t move, can’t hear a thing but the pounding of your pulse in your ears as you stare into his eyes. There’s so much blood, more and more spraying with every dying beat of his heart, pooling beneath his body, splattering the walls, the furniture, everything. And you can’t move.

Ayumu, glasses knocked askew, pretty blond locks falling into his eyes, chokes and gurgles, a trembling, bloody hand stretching out for help – and you can’t do a thing.

No one can.

And just as Miyano jolts out of his stupor and lunges for him, Ayumu’s body falls slack.

The light in his eyes fading away into nothingness. 

Dead.

Suwabe screams, fires two shots blindly down the hallway, howling in rage and agony. Natsuya grips you so tight that it cuts off your circulation, his own eyes wide and horrified, taking in the carnage before him. Tomori lets out a keening sob, and the shutters on the front door screech ominously, as if to remind you all that there are bigger problems at hand. 

There’s no time for grief. There’s a killer in the house, another forcing his way inside. Five of you left, two guns, and another ten or so hours until all of this can be over. 

And suddenly Natsuya’s in front of you, grabbing your face in both hands and forcing you to look at him. You blink dazedly, trying in vain to focus as he speaks to you. 

“–bathroom, lock the fucking door and do not open it until I come back, you understand?”

You blink again, eyes sliding back at Ayumu. His eyes are open, gazing at nothing, empty, empty, empty–

Your fault.

He’d told them it was okay. They had guns so it’d be okay, but you were the one–

“Listen to me!” Natsuya hisses, yanking your attention back to him. “I need you safe, so take Tomori and lock yourself in the bathroom right now. You don’t open that door no matter what, not ‘til I come back and tell you it’s safe, do you understand me?”

You find yourself nodding, a short jerking movement. 

It’s enough for Natsuya, who presses a quick, desperate kiss to the crown of your head and takes you to Tomori. She grips your hand tight and the two of you disappear into the bathroom, one last glance at the three of them, grim faced and vengeful, gathering their weapons under the green glow before the doors shut, and you click the lock into place. 

The two of you sit in the darkness, Tomori’s arm around your shoulders, sniffling into your shoulder as you wait. 

You hold her, a hand running up and down her spine, tears of your own spilling down your cheeks.

Your fault, your fault, your fault. All of this is your fault. 

Tomori flinches with every noise, every muffled thump. There’s a deafening bang somewhere on the floor above you – a gunshot maybe, or something falling, it’s hard to tell. 

Your fault. Your fault. Your fault.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, clutching her closer as she whimpers – the only reassurance you can bring yourself to give her. “It’s okay.”

How could this happen, you think numbly. For months now, you’ve sat next to a murderer, talked with him. Laughed with him.

You thought him a protector. A friend, even.

And you all but begged them to let him inside. 

Ayumu’s blood’s on your hands. You might all die here tonight and it’s entirely your fault.

‘I know him,’ you’d told them. ‘I know him, and it’s okay.’

The look he’d given you, that smirk. Like he knew every thought that was running through your head. Like none of this was accidental, but the pieces of a puzzle falling slowly into place. 

A defiler.

Bile creeps up your throat, and it occurs to you that death might not be the only thing waiting for you and Tomori if Kakucho finds you. 

The tears fall quicker, and you close your eyes and bite down on your quivering bottom lip. 

Locked away in the darkness, time crawls by. Minutes, maybe, or hours – there’s no way of knowing how much time has passed when you hear the tell tale sound of metal groaning, the splintering of wood. Tomori moans in despair, sobbing uncontrollably now as the front door gives way.

“It’s fine,” you soothe, “It’s okay.”

It’s a lie, because while the others – if they’re still alive (they have to be alive, they have to be) – are distracted with Kakucho, all that’s between you and the smiling intruder is a locked door.

Far less indestructible than the one he just broke through. 

And soft as they may be, you hear the footsteps echoing off the wooden floorboards as the intruder leisurely makes his way down the hall. Closer and closer. Desperately, you try to quiet Tomori, but it makes no difference. He comes to a stop on the other side of the door.

Bringing a hand to your mouth, you bite down on the back of your palm in an effort to stifle your breathing. Tomori cringes. 

When the door opens, you’ll attack, you decide. Go for the eyes, or knee him in the crotch – anything to give Mori a chance to run. 

A heavy, pregnant pause, and then–

“I know you’re in there. Hiding away while your friends are getting hacked to pieces.” You can’t see it, but you know he’s smiling, grinning on the other side of the door. You can hear it in his voice. And you hate him, hate him even as paralysing fear claws its way through you, keeping you rooted in place. “That’s fine, I don’t mind. You can stay there for a little while longer, I still have one last thing to take care of, and then we can have some fun, no?”

He laughs then, light and boyish, as if this is nothing more than a game. To him, perhaps it isn’t. 

“I’ll see you soon.”

In any case, his footsteps recede, and you’re left sitting in the darkness alone with your fear once more. 

The thumping upstairs grows louder. There’s a crash and more yelling, a series of gunshots. 

And then the screaming starts. Awful, bloodcurdling howls that have every hair on your body standing on end. Your stomach roils, what little you’d eaten earlier forcing its way back up your throat as you retch into the toilet, shaking and pale. 

“We’re gonna die here, aren’t we?” Tomori whispers, and you can’t find the strength within yourself to try and convince her otherwise. If you survive this, those screams won’t ever leave you. You’ll wake in the middle of the night, gasping for air, unable to shake them. 

“I don’t know.”

Silence, when it falls, feels like a death knell. 

And then come the footsteps. You wait with bated breath, praying that it’s Natsuya. Miyano. Even Suwabe. Any of your friends. 

A knock; the sound ricocheting through you. “Love, are you gonna open the door for me?”

Tomori wails like a banshee, broken and agonised, and you feel that little, tiny spark of hope you’d kept deep within your chest wink out.

“I’m sorry,” you tell her, kissing her hair as you hold her close. “I’m so sorry, Mori.”

And as the door shudders under the force of a kick, you hold her close and pray for a quick end. Another kick, and the wood splinters.

A third, and it breaks open entirely.

That eerie, green light floods the bathroom, the blond man stepping inside. He smiles at you, blood flecked across his face. The blood of your friends. Natsuya’s maybe.

“Ah, I thought there was one missing. She’s in here,” he calls out, glancing over his shoulder.

For a heartbeat, confusion flickers beneath the terror. Did he bring others with him? Maybe that’s how he broke in so quickly, maybe there’s a whole gang of them. 

Your unspoken question, however, is answered when another figure steps into the bathroom behind him.

“She won’t be a problem.”

Your blood turns to ice. 

Kakucho. Tall, broad and looming, he surveys the two of you with interest, his gaze lingering on you. “Are you gonna come quietly or am I gonna have to drag you out?” he asks, a single eyebrow raised.

To your credit, you try to stand. You might not be brave, but you’re not suicidal either. If there’s any chance that compliance gets you or Tomori out of here, even if these monsters killed Natsuya and the others, you’ll do what they ask.

Yet your legs are shaking so bad that you barely make it to your feet before they give out beneath you. Kakucho tuts, sighing heavily – and sweeps in to lift you up into his arms as if you weigh nothing at all, paying no mind to the way that you flinch and shudder.

The blond pads out behind you as Kakucho carries you back into the living room. 

You’re half expecting to be shoved to your knees, the barrel of a gun pressed to the back of your head, but Kakucho sets you down gently on the couch, pats the top of your head twice before retreating back to the bathroom.

The blond stays behind, those violet eyes a sickly colour under the green glow fixated curiously on you. Your hands are shaking in your lap as he draws closer.

“I bought you something,” he says.

You frown, tongue darting out to wet your lips as you mumble, “W-what?”

From the pocket he pulls out a velvet box, pressing into your hands as he settles down beside you. “Open it.”

Swallowing tightly, you fumble with the lid for a moment – until he sighs and takes it back from you, popping it open and handing it right back to you.

And you don’t understand when you take it back, because nestled into the white pillow is a necklace with a pendant, a hanafuda design, matching the earrings dangling from his lobes. 

“Well? Are you going to put it on?” he asks, just as Kakucho returns with a squirming Tomori. Yet rather than setting her down the couch as he had with you, he drops her carelessly onto the floor in a tangle of limbs and retreats again – this time back towards the stairs.

You start to rise with the intention of helping her, only to be stopped by an iron grip around your wrist. “If you get up from this couch, I’ll put a bullet through her brain right here and now, do you understand?”

He says it so mildly, the threat takes a second to register.

When it does, though, you nod shakily and fall back to your seat. He smiles again, a mirthful twinkle in his eyes. “Good girl.” He pats your knee, “Now, put it on for me.”

Casting a quick glance to Tomori, prone and near catatonic on the floor, you do as he bids, lifting the thing chain from the box. It’s long enough for you to slip it over your head without having to fiddle with the clasp – a good thing, seeing as your fine motor skills seem to have abandoned you in your terror. The pendant falls between your breasts, which the blond man takes a good, long moment to admire.

“Suits you,” is all he says as Kakucho returns once more.

And drops another body on the floor.

Your heart seizes in your chest as it moves. Groans and lifts his head, blinking to adjust to the dim light. 

“Nats–” you cry, and forgetting the blond at your side you go to rise once more. This time he snarls, quiet and vicious, seizing your shoulder and forcing you back down.

“Don’t. Be. Rude.”

You draw in a shallow breath, hope and despair warring inside of you as you glance from Natsuya to Kakucho, who manhandles him onto his knees. His face is bruised and bloody, a dark, wet-looking patch you can only assume to be blood seeping from one of his thighs.

He’s alive, though. Put through the wringer but alive.

You almost sob.

Beside him, Tomori’s also being raised to her knees, the dead look in her eyes fading somewhat as she takes in the sight of her brother. 

Your gut clenches. 

Both of them are facing you, Kakucho looming threateningly behind them. Despite the momentary joy, this isn’t a happy reunion. 

The blond at your side hums, leaning in close. With a delicate touch, he sweeps back a lock of hair, tucking it behind your ear. The hand on your knee drifts higher, grazing along the inside of your thigh. 

“You get a choice, think of it as… a going away present,” he says. The warmth of his breath fans across your skin, his hand now slipping beneath your skirt. You shudder, trying to blink back the hot tears that well up in your eyes. You refuse to cry in front of him, you refuse to give him the satisfaction. Amusement and something like glee dances across his face, “One of them dies now; quick and relatively painless. The other…” his fingers brush the seat of your underwear, his tongue darting out to lick at the stray tear that slips from your lashes. His voice dips, “The other gets to watch while the three of us have our fun tonight.”

Natsuya snarls, only for Kakucho to kick him back to the ground and keep him there with a foot on his back. 

“And a-afterwards?” you force the words out.

“Afterwards, Kakucho’s going to beat the other one to death with his bare fucking fists. I wasn’t lying when I told you he was violent,” his lips brush your cheek, featherlight and gentle, “I wasn’t lying about any of it.”

You look to Kakucho then, his eyes bearing down on you with a hunger he doesn’t bother to hide. An obsession.

All those nights, sitting on the train next to him. All the stupid, meaningless conversations you’d had, the night he’d damn near knocked the lights out of that creep. The way he’d begged on the doorstep, and the smirk when his ruse was discovered.

Lies, all of it lies.

You draw in a shaky breath and close your eyes, hands tightening into fists by your lap. 

“So tell me, love,” he continues, fingers once again teasing at your panties. “Which one goes first?”

[are-you-still-writing-that]

What kind of Yandere are Bonten?

Request of @study-milk : HII it's not so much of a scenario as more of a question. So of the tokyo revengers guys (for ex. Bonten) which ones would you categorize as affectionate obsessive vs territorial obsessive.

Like those who's obsession falls under love sick who will pursue you openly and quicky vs territorial type who play a slow game of winning your sole attention.

Sorry if I ask too much❤️

First of all I have to apologize for taking so long! You request was so interesting, but I was so busy with everything else, that I could barely dictate some of my time do it! Also, if you wanted something differently please tell me! <3

(I also decided to do a bit more for you, though if you want me to elaborate on someone, just tell me...)

PS: You don´t ask too much. I actually very much enjoyed writing this request. It was a lot of fun!!

So first of all, I gotta figure out, who of the guys is obsessive and not only possessive. What is the difference?

The guys with the possessive trait want to own you, want to be the single thing your world revolves around. Incredibly jealous and will disturn and shut down conversation he ain´t a part of. He feels entitled to you.

The obsessive trait is more focused on getting to know his darling. Every little piece of information is carefully squirrelled away, to come out again in the right moment. He will bask in the warmth that your attention brings him. Always watching, always learning more.

Though both of these things are not incompatible. They can happen at the same time. The same guy can be both obsessive and possessive.

Obsessive: Matsuno Chifuyu, Hanagaki Takemichi, Shiba Hakkai, Akashi Takeomi, Hanma Shuji

Possessive: Kurokawa Izana, Sanzu, Draken, Angry, Hanemiya Kazutora, Haitani Ran, Shiba Taiju, Smiley, Baji Keisuke

Both: Kakucho, Tachibana Naoto, Kokonoi Hajime, Haitani Rindou, Mikey, Mitsuya Takashi, Kisaki Tetta

As you can see, that we have 5 boys for the exclusive obsessive traits, most of them, with 10, are in the possessive category. And at last, we have another 7 in the mixed category. These guys present clear traits in my opinion of both categories. So it isn´t quite clear if they´re being possessive or obsessive. This is also where most of the Bonten members are in, who are by the way all in bold. I left out Mochizuki, because I can´t quite grasp his character.

In the request, there was made a difference between affectional and territorial obsessive. And I think, I might be able to draw a line for those things as well. If you look at the request the terms were actually very nicely explained already.

Affectional seems to align more with being so in love, that it makes him sick, and you as well. Constantly draped over you, talking about things that you can connect over. He puts in a lot of effort to be seen in a very positive light by you.

Territorial on the other hand is intent to whisk you away from any other person. He tries to become your focus as well, but instead of him enforcing it like the possessive trait would, he wants you to choose him over and over again.

Affectionate: Matsuno Chifuyu, Hanagaki Takemichi, Haitani Rindou, Mikey, Mitsuya Takashi, Sanzu, Draken, Hanemiya Kazutora

Territorial: Shiba Hakkai, Akashi Takeomi, Hanma Shuji, Kakucho, Tachibana Naoto, Kokonoi Hajime, Kisaki Tetta, Kurokawa Izana, Angry, Haitani Ran, Shiba Taiju, Smiley, Baji Keisuke

At the last moment, I decided to sort the possessive traits also into affectionate and territorial, even though like I predicted most of them landed in the territorial category. Only Sanzu, Draken and Kazutora got into the affectionate category, because I felt like it was needed to point out, that these guys are majorly affectionate. I also decided against using a middle ground between affectionate and territorial, because I felt like I wouldn´t be able to decide if not making definite choices.

Well, enough of that! Instead I would like to focus on what we have. The affectionate trait is carried by 8 guys, which only makes it more obvious that most of the guys are territorial, with 13 guys.

So I think it is pretty easy to say, that possessive and territorial are the more popular traits with the Tokyo Revengers guys.

I come back to Bonten again though:

Sanzu is affectionate possessive. He uses his affection to possess his darling completely. He will enforce his rules, but he tends to act quite lovesick and overly affectionate most of the time. He will whine and cry, and fuss over his darling, being intimate without chasing other people away, bodily at least.

Kakucho is territorial obsessive and possessive. While he wants to know everything about you, he tends to use this information to keep you better for himself. He has also the bad habit of infantilizing his darling, for which he will use the collected knowledge. He also tries to keep everyone, hence being territorial.

Takeomi is territorial obsessive. While he wants to know his darling as well, he kind of uses them as an emotional crutch. He became dependent on them without him realising. He needs to keep them as close to him as possibly, without being able to show them how he feels for them, which is what makes him so territorial, while being obsessive.

Koko is like Kakucho territorial obsessive and possessive. He wants to know you to better win you over for himself. It will point him in the right direction, to talk about the right things, to get you the right things. Though his main goal is territorial at its core. He wants you to be dependent on him, that you will always run back to him, because you simply can´t live any more without him. And he will ensure, that this will happen.

Rindou is affectionate obsessive and possessive. He is very affectionate with his darling and constantly wants to spend time with them. This also leads to him learning a lot about them, and his darling being constantly on his mind. His possessive trait comes from him growing dependent on them, and being afraid of them being taken away from him. So he will ensure, that this won´t happen. It´s fed from his separation anxiety.

Ran is territorial possessive. He wants to own his darling, and doesn´t want other people getting their grubby paws on them either. He feels entitled to the affection and time of his darling, and doesn´t really care for their opinion of him.

Mikey is again affectionate obsessive and possessive. In a manner he is very similar to Rindou. They have the same problems. He is dependent on his darling, wants to desperately keep themself and fears the thought of being separated from them. He tries to hide it though, and some days he comes across as more territorial than affectional, though other days he will cling desperately to you the whole time, unwilling to let you go.

I think that this is it from me. I hope it doesn´t sound as formal as it looks to me at the moment, which can be attributed to me writing a lot of essays these past few months. A lot..., so many... Sometimes I could really hate what I study...

So @study-milk, I hope you and the rest of the guys enjoy this request! I had a lot of fun writing this, and hope you will have just as much fun reading it!! <3

[buccini555]

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

➳ 𝑲𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 ♡

⇢ He likes to hold your hand whatever the occasion.

⇢ Kakucho is an extremely shy and cute boyfriend.

⇢ He gives you a lot of gifts, watches movies, series or anime with you and besides, he always tries to cheer you up when you are having a bad day.

⇢ When the spring flowers begin to bloom, he returns home with a basket full of flowers to give you.

⇢ Kaku is a little ashamed of the scar he has on his face and that makes him have low self-esteem.

⇢ You play games together and while playing, you usually eat some treats.

⇢ When you two met, he wrote a letter a few weeks later saying he was in love with you.

⇢ He likes to sleep cuddled up to you.

⇢ Kakucho dresses up really well when he goes to see you and he usually wears the most expensive perfume in his collection.

⇢ He's not jealous, but he's afraid that someone will hurt you, so he avoids allowing people to get close to you.

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞... ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ⑅₎ ⊹

੭♡੭ 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

੭♡੭ 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨

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੭♡੭ 𝐘𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚

੭♡੭ 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐢

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੭♡੭ 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

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੭♡੭ 𝐏𝐚𝐡-𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐧

੭♡੭ 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨

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੭♡੭ 𝐘𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢

[littleoanh]

Hi 💕 me again, just passing by to tell you that your writtings are amazing and that helps me distract myself and relax me. Not a request, but i loved your "a day without you" fic, and that made me think, if with just A DAY, bonten was restless, imagine if reader had an emergency an have to be absent for a week. Dudes would go crazy.

Hello Anon!! You're seriously so sweet 😭😭😭!! It makes me so happy that my writings relaxes you :).

HAHAHAHA, they would cause so much chaos to find reader and how to prevent them from ever leaving Bonten again.

Mikey - Handcuffs reader so they would never leave his side, demands cuddles and be fed. He doesn't care how odd it will look to walk around in public being handcuffed to him. That way people will know reader belongs to him.

Sanzu - Chains reader in his bedroom and allowing Mikey to come visit whenever he wants (though Mikey probably want Sanzu to put reader in his room instead). But at least now reader can pay more attention to him and give him kisses whenever he wants.

Kakucho - Follows reader everywhere and throws them over his shoulder if it looks like they're leaving again. Not on his watch! Reader will have to deal with his manhandling.

Takeomi - Making delicious foods for reader and hope to put reader in a deep food coma. Reader can't complain about this method because they love to eat. So this is a win-win.

Ran and Rindou - Will be practically glued to the reader and will never allow them to be alone ever. Going to the gym? They're coming with them. Going to change? They'll enjoy the view. Going to the bathroom? No boundaries.

Kokonoi - Would give them space but will be hacking their phone and watching the security cameras in the penthouse. He can see what the reader is browsing, buying plane tickets on a certain day? He is going to buy all the tickets. Taking a train ride? He will hack into the train system to mess up the schedule. He will watch reader's every move.

Mochi - Be the most normal one in the group. He wants to makes up for the loss time. He would buy reader their favorite cheesecake, watch Disney movies, and go to the petting zoo to play with cute baby animals. But best believe, everyone will not allow Mochi to have alone time with reader and sadly take reader away from him. Now he has to listen to sad songs :(.

Albie ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

[macsimagines]

Can we have some random NSFW headcanons for yandere Mikey(any timeline), kachuko and baji with their childhood crush?

-🐇

TW: YANDERE CONTENT, MINORS DNI, NSFW

Yandere!Manjiro Sano

First time he ever really started thinking about girls and their bodies was about you. He never really pictured other women in any kind of sensual way, but then he thought about you and the way you looked in a skirt or maybe the way a t shirt clinged to your body a little too tight and suddenly he was very bothered.

Brought it up to Ken to see if he knew what it meant and wished he hadn't when he gets the worst sex talk of his life. "And you always wanna check for crabs-" "Please stop talking."

Pretty much is always touching you while you're growing up. "Who else's boobs am I gonna grab? A girlfriends? Don't be dumb, Y/N."

Yandere!Kakucho

Knows exactly what it means when he wakes up from a wet dream about you in swimsuit... Doesn't mean he likes it.

Now you just breath in his direction and he gets hard. Hates it. He knows Izana notices right away and tortures him with that information.

"Did you see that skirt Y/N had on today? Scandalous." "Boss, please-" "And those kitten heels? *Whistles*" "I'm begging you to stop..."

Grows up constantly flustered by your presence.

Yandere!Baji Keisuke

You were his first wet dream. And he tells you when he sees you next. "Y/N, you're not gonna believe this, I think you broke my dick." "Baji, what the fuck?"

Is eternally haunted by the memory of his twelve year old self's ignorance. Now he knows to keep it to himself when you go running around in his dreams acting like a whore... he hates it because it's never gonna be as good as the real thing.

Probably steals your underwear as teenager, now that you're adults he just straight up asks for them. "Gimme something to hold onto, ya?"

[kissesforsatoru]

Question for: Mitsuya, Kakucho, Shinchiro

What if you find a book that belonds to darling and find out that inside the book they been keeping records of …your certain behaviors 👀 they have record of what you say that comes off weird and notes that question if it’s some form of manipulative behavior. They have charts and list of your characteristics in one notebook

mitsuya : i'd have to start watching myself or changing up my behaviors a bit. i can't let my darling think that i'm terrible, even if that may be true. i'll be as sweet, loving, and as non-conspicuous as i can be until i see them second guessing themselves or getting rid of that dumb notebook.

kakucho : if they're going to insist on keeping tabs on me, then i'll blame all of my weird behavior and things i say on the trauma of being orphaned and bullied as a kid. it's believable and sad enought that it'll probably make them pity me and stop noting my behavior.

shinichirou : i would confront my darling about it and accuse them of not trusting me or loving me. i'd feign hurt and gaslight them into thinking they're the ones in the wrong for going behind my back like that and being so warry of me when we're lovers. they're supposed to trust me, and i'll make them feel terrible for doubting me. and if that doesn't work, then i'll just double down and continue to act clueless. they're bound to give into me at some point after seeing how hurt i am even days after the argument.

have a question for your yandere lover? ask them! ⟶ masterlist

[yandereloversblog]

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

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧

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

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

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

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

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

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

-> 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 "𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲" 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

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

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

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

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

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

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

Although your tone was playful Mikey knew it was true.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-> 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮

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

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

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

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

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

"The fucking NERVE-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-> 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hook, line and sinker.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-> 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

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

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

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

The first time you found out was because of boredom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-> 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-> 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨

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

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

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

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

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

"Dude I love you so much..."

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

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

"Wait Kakucho- no-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[milky-mink]

Yandere Kakucho as your secret admirer Headcanons

TW: Yandere, Stalking, Kidnapping

As far as you know, you are just a normal College Student that lives in Tokyo with no special quality whatsoever

You lived in a suburban neighborhood with two of your cats ever since your parents had to work in another country, leaving you all alone in a two story house. With no relatives to take care of you, you rely on yourself to survive

You are average at everything, in looks, personality, school, sports or any other things that you could think of, even if you work so hard on something, you would only still get above average as a result

And due to that, you gave up on exerting anything in your life and just do things with minimal effort, although it made your life easier,it also made you very bland and uninteresting as a person

Because of that, you would always be unremarkable to most of your peers and the people around you

Despite the fact that it made you angry and frustrated inside, you just swallowed that bitter fact and try to go on in your day to day life

Average,Unremarkable, Boring, Forgettable. Those were the words that could only describe your whole appearance and personality

But then one day, things started to change

Love letters in your mailbox, flowers sent to your home everyday, food deliveries every time you forget to make either Breakfast or Dinner and even expensive gifts that you know that you could never afford in your whole life, even if you saved up for it

At first you thought that it was a joke, even though you aren’t bullied in middle school or in high school due to you being good at blending in, you have seen bullying face to face and one of those are people giving the targets love letters as a joke to humiliate them in front of their friends, so you just either ignore it or put it in the trash.

You thought that those things would stop since it was just a way to get into you but it still keep coming

Jewelries, Luxury Clothing and even those Fancy wrist watches that you could only see celebrities and CEOs wear in public, those are the few examples that the mysterious admirer has sent to you

It was flattering at first and even romantic, with having no one to care and love for you at a young age, you quickly got attached to the mysterious person who’s sending you these gifts

Every time you’ve received those flower bouquets and those sappy romantic love letters,it felt like there’s butterflies in your stomach, it feels so good to be noticed by someone, to feel wanted by that person.

But all good things must come to an end as the letters started to get much more intimate and creepy, and the gifts started to get personal and excessive, as if he’s stalking you 24/7

That person would write to you letters about your day, the whole details of it, they even sent pictures of you inside of your home or in public areas

The romantic letters are now turned sour, an example would be that the letter they’ve sent about you talking to one of your classmates about a certain topic in your class that you couldn’t understand, saying that you shouldn’t talk to other guys and if you have a problem, just write back to them

And those were one of the mild ones as they kept sending letters upon letters in your mailbox, although you burned them all. Those letters are still able to get to you by either your phone, email or any social media accounts that you have, even the once that you used anonymously

You tried to file complaint to the police about your stalker but they just ignore it, saying that they would look in that case but its been weeks, and there’s still nothing done about your stalker

You’ve finally had enough of everything that has happened to you, violation of privacy, illegal trespassing, stalking both in real life and online. It's all too much for you to handle

So you’ve decided to buy a burner phone and call your parents in another country, saying that you would just live with them and enter a local university

You’ve drop out of university and quickly booked a flight to where you parents are working in

Just as you were about to leave your home with your cats and suitcases, you heard a loud knocking on the door

Annoyed, you quickly walked to the door to open it, revealing a tall man with a black hair, wearing a black overcoat. There’s a notable feature on his face, which is a scar that goes through his left eye

Just as when you are about to ask what he is doing in your home, he quickly puts a cloth in your mouth and tightly restrain you so you couldn't escape

You tried to get out of his hold, thrashing and trying to kick his groin but the chemicals in that cloth started to take effects on you, making you dizzy and weak

Just as you are about to lose consciousness, you felt him kissing your neck and then whisper into your ear, his last words to you before you black out should’ve been comforting but instead scared you to the core

“Sweet dreams, (Y/N), I’ll be with you from now on” 

[sinfulseashell]

Special question delivery for Rindou, Ran, and Kakucho ✉️: What would you do if your darling randomly started kissing your neck?

Y!Rindou: He rolled his eyes, “Wait, before I answer is everyone just wanting to know about our sex lives or what we would do?” He hissed while getting up and walking over to the host taking the paper and reading the questions.

Host: “H-hey! You! You can’t do that!” They hiss now snatching the paper back. “Please just sit down and answer the question…” they sighed while rubbing their temple.

Y!Rindou: “Fine. Nothing but a bunch of pervs…” he mumbled but still taking his seat nonetheless. “Very well,” the male sighed. “I find it quite…exciting when they do things like that so soon it would most likely lead to things…”

Y!Ran: “Oh don’t be so shy Rin, please tell us what you would do.” He smirked while taking a sip of wine.

Y!Rindou: “You’re the biggest pervert.” He hissed giving the elder a cold glare. “Anyways. If my darling would start kissing my neck, I might feel irritated especially if I was in the middle of work but I would want to take them right then and there no matter where we were.” He cleared his throat while looking away feeling his ears began to burn after hearing Ran giggle.

Y!Ran: “You’re so cute, Rin.” He chuckled now turning to the host and giving a handsome smile. “I don’t really find my darling kissing my neck that appealing. It’s one of those areas that are more…ticklish. I also don’t like being tickled so it would annoy me mostly.” He shrugged. “Now don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t hate the fact they kissed me there, just not a sexual turn on for me.” He shrugged.

Y!Kakucho: “What would I do?” He repeated the question as a playful smirk spread across his lips. “The fact that is a spot for me, then of course anyone would want to fuck their darling right then and there.” He began to chuckle. “Trust me…there has been a few times where it has happened in the office.”

Y!Ran: 👀

Y!Rindou: 😐

Y!Ran: “Well that makes a lot of sense now why your office door is always locked. You dirty bird.”