#Rindou x OC

[spacebaby1]

Rindou Haitani's Girlfriend

Ran might get himself a girl that matches his freak on napping for 11 hours, but Rindou will absolutely get the humorous girlfriend.

The first time he met you was in 🎀police station 🎀he was 12 and had just gotten arrested with his brother Ran, who was 13 then. You sat with the handcuffs on, kicking your feet looking around and being so calm it made him question how the hell were you so calm. You just turned 12, and it was a day before your birthday party. The moment you noticed the as the police officer let him and ran sit on one of the chairs opposite from you, you waved at him with a smile. The officer went to write the report, and you got up from your chair and walked to sit next to them. "Nice hair!" You told Ran, "That's not a wig, right?" Ran laughed, shaking his head, and Rin rolled his eyes at you. "Why are a kid like you doing here?" Rin asked, "Oh, I just wanted to know how handcuffs feel like that's why I busted the cops car window to get arrested." You said with a smile, "No shit, are you crazy?" Ran laughed. "Aren't you too little to be arrested?" Rin asked, and you shrugged, "I'm twelve, I'm actually twelve tomorrow and I'm having a birthday party, hey, wanna come to my birthday party?" You told Rin with a soft smile. He felt his cheeks burn, and then you turned to look at Ran, "if you want, I'll write you the address." Ran just laughed, "you're one crazy girl. Happy birthday, by the way." Rin sighed, "Happy birthday, whatever." You laughed, "Aww, thank you, I'm Y/n!" Ran turned his side to face you now because he thought you were interesting, "I'm Ran, and this is Rindou. My baby brother." You smiled in an aww. That was the last time Rin saw you.

Five years later; he saw you again. Rin had just gotten some serious job done and was heading back home, walking under the cold nights with snow all over the streets. His eyes on his phone screen; reading an email Ran sent him when someone sprinted past him. He didn't bother to look until he heard the footsteps stop, and someone called out his name, made him almost jump. "RINRIN?" He turned back ready to attack whoever called him with hands in front of him and his heart almost stopped when he saw a girl, no, he saw you waving as you ran towards him happily? You caught your breath as you stopped in front of him, titling your head to side, "it's me! Y/n! Remember me the girl from the police station? Oh, that's funny to say." He blinked a few times before speaking and looking at your clothes that were not warm at all. You were dressed in a white shirt and baggy jeans with a weird hat that looked too big for your head. "Yeah, I remember you. You weirdo, why are you dressed like that in the middle of December? Are you trying to die?" He asked, rolling his eyes as he took his heavy sweater off and threw it over you. Making you laugh as you removed the sweater from your head, revelling your smile that made his breath hitch. "I'm jogging trying to run a mile and trying to find out if I can define the cold." He sighed, taking his sweater from your hand and putting your hands in it, then the other, "Yeah, define the devil when you die from cold and get thrown in hell." You laughed at his words. You looked behind him, "Where's your brother? Does he still have his long hair? Wait, your hair kinda looks cool!" Rin rolled his eyes, "you still remember him too. You shouldn't be out at this time of night all alone. You don't know what type of people are out here." You shrugged, taking your phone out and snatched his from his hand, "I'll save my number in your phone, here call me so I can save yours." You handed him the phone and waited for him to call. He looked at him phone then back at you and called. Your face lights up when your phone rang, and you waved it at him with a giggle, "I'll see you soon. Bye bye" you said before walking the other way.

Rin would lie if he said he didn't wait a whole day for you to call. He kept checking his phone every other minute. It's been a whole day now, and you still haven't called. Maybe you didn't care. It was around 12 at night when his phone rang. He picked it up without looking at the name, "RIN RIN!" He sat from where he was sleeping on the bed. "Y/n?" You laughed at his question, "Duh, who else would it be?" He tried to hide his stupid smile even if you weren't there to see it, "Why you calling me this late?" He tried to sound annoyed, but you laughed again. "I couldn't sleep, saw a really scary movie now I'm regretting life and I can't even get up to pee what if the lady with white dress attacks me in the bathroom?" He chuckled at your words rolling his eyes. "And you want me to do what?" He replied. "Stay on the phone with me until I fall asleep!" You replied excitement in your voice, and he felt his face burning; don't couple do these kinds of things? He thought. Nevertheless, he didn't mind staying on the call as you rambled about random things. He could hear you trying hard to stay awake by the time it was 3 in the morning so he decided to be the one talking as you just replied in a hum, he talked in a low voice until he heard you snoring softly on the other side of the call. He chuckled, "idiot. Sleep well." He whispered before putting his phone beside him still on the call.

When you decided to return his sweater, he "forgot" to tell Ran that you were coming honestly he kept asking Ran if he has to be somewhere so when you'll arrive you won't see Ran. Rin wasn't jealous. He's just Rin. Ran heard the bell rang and went to answer the door, "Yes?" He asked when he saw you; at first, he didn't recognise you until you smiled, throwing your hands open, "Ran!" His eyes widened, and he smiled, "Oh shit, it's my favourite prisoner! Come here. " He pulled you up in a hug, and you laughed, "Oh, look at you all grown up. How did you?-, wait, RIN? Y/N IS HERE!" Rin tried to act unbothered when he saw his brother wrap you in a hug, "I met Rin last week, and I came by to return his sweater." Ran looked at his brother, wiggling his brows as you walked behind Ran, Rin rolled his eyes, "she was jogging in a shirt and jeans, " Rin stated. You handed him the bag that had his sweater, and it smelled like you. "So Rin has been gatekeeping you from me? And look at you, you look so beautiful now. You've grown so much!" Ran said, holding your hands as he sat on the couch, and you were standing in front of him. He nodded with a smile, "Your hair changed. It's black here. Looks so cool." You said pointing at his hair, "thanks Gorgeous." You snorted at his compliment, "stawppp, you're making me blush." Ran pulled you to the couch beside him, "come sit with me. How have you been?wow, I can't believe you look so beautiful." Rin groaned, "you said that like a million times since she got here. It's been a minute." You laughed at the two brothers. Ran pinched your cheek, "No more jail, ha?" You shook your head freeing yourself from his grip. "No, sir." You said. Rin watched from where he stood at you talking with his brother. He wanted you to talk to him and sit this close to him.

You'd often run into each other on your way, and you'd always cling to Rin's arm, and he really didn't get bothered by it.

Late night calls were a regular thing. Rin would always wait for you to call him and ramble.

Until one night, you didn't call, nor has he seen you for two days in a row. He was working on a file when the bell ran at 1 am, he thoughts it's probably some random person that will go away ringing the bell on a rainy night but it ran again and he was ready to deal with whoever it was flinging the door open just when he was about to shout. Rin's heart dropped at the sight of you in tears, and you looked distressed as you hugged him crying. He's never seen you cry, and his mind went blank the moment he saw you crying and a small bruise on your lip immediately anger filled his eyes as he shut the door moving you in with him. "Who did this to you?" He asked, and you cried, "my boyfriend hit me." Let's just say that "boyfriend" now ex, apparently lost an arm the next day.

That night, Rin didn't let you leave his sight as he made you change into much comfortable pyjamas of his that looked way too big on you. He even dried your hair after the shower. You were tired, so he let you sleep in his bed, covering you with all his soft blankets as he went back to grab his laptop to work on a file. He sat beside the bed working when you moved in your sleep, brows frowned, he placed his hand on yours hushing you softly and You grabbed his hand in sleep pulling it closer to your heart. Rin's eyes widened, and he flustered, but he also knew you probably needed comfort after whatever you bo-ex did.

Rin didn't want you to leave him or the house when you can be here, safe. And you got used to his care that you just clung on him EVERYWHERE he went; he really didn't mind. It took you a few days to go back to your normal self, joking around and making Rin smile at your words, but it KILLED him every time he'd see that scar under your mouth. He wanted to KILL your ex, but you've long moved on.

You two didn't even make it official that you two liked each other it just happened. None of you asked the other if you'd date each other, but Rin would break anyone's hand if they even looked at you.

One day, you were liying on his lap on the couch watching TV, and you turned to look at him, "Are you my boyfriend?" You asked, making his face turn different shades of red, but he tried to look confident and looked down at you, "Yes?" That came out shaky. You nodded and went back to watching the TV only to get off his lap and cuddle his arm beside him; oh, you loved holding his arm and placing your face on his shoulder. You'd find different positions to sit near him, and each one never fails to surprise him. You got up and sat on his lap, wrapping your arms around his middle part and snuggling into him or you'd sit upside down on the couch beside him to which he always grabs you and pulls you on his lap with your head on his chest. "Hushh, sit still. I'm trying to watch this." You'll always fall asleep in his arms he's just that comfortable to you.

You have to hug his arms every time you sleep. And he just stares at you with a smile, glad that he saw you that day in the police station.

He's only soft for you and does everything you want and deserve, which is not much because you barely ask him anything other than his skilled cooking.

You are dear to him.

[thishouseisdangerous]

THAT'S JUST HOW IT GOES | R. HAITANI

♡ -> chapter one

summary: Loving once more was the woman's greatest fear, the heartbreak that she experienced from her first love had broken her down in ways that she never thought it would. But, why would the one who broke her into parts come back like a ghost. His own heart as destroyed as how he had left the woman's heart.

preview: "...“Lucky? No, that isn’t quite right.” Pearly whites shone as she smirked, “Big brother’s always have to protect their little sisters; make sure no mean men break them. You hide her pretty green eyes from all the nastiness that you do, all the murder you have committed, the fraud and gambling, the prostitution. She’s blind to what her brother does. What a stupid girl.”"

word count: 3k

content warning: blood, implied torture, use of 'whore', gun usage, murder, mentions of infidelity, stalking

note: ermmmmmmm...awkward moment when you break the heart of the only person you have ever loved and then you hate yourself for seven years bc of it?????? (god hes just like me) (he will continue to contradict himself for several chapters. hes so me.) OH sorry about the straight dive into bonten side of things, we return back to our beautiful queen next chapter. but enjoy!

-> prologue , chapter two

-> that's just how it goes masterlist

now playing: 2all - catfish and the bottlemen

Pale moonlight shone on the man’s vibrant hair as he rounded the corner, violet eyes landing on the abandoned warehouse. His legs moved slowly, his entire body dreading the interactions he was bound to have with the borderline psychotic man he had to call his colleague. 

Kicking at the dust on the ground, he rolled his eyes. Pure boredom already set in as he banged on the metal door, calloused hands being shoved in his coat pocket as he waited to be left into the building. He was impatient; the faster he was in, the faster he would be able to leave. 

Seconds passed before the door opened and he entered, glancing at the man who opened the door. His own brother was staring back at him, reading him. He had once been able to fully read him, back when the man had been a teenager with no cares in the world but now it was different. He had closed himself off to everyone, something that made his brother's blood burn in fury. 

Neither of them spoke as they walked further into the collapsing warehouse, the occasional look from the older one making the younger one slouch into himself more. No matter how much his older brother tried to smash down the wall that had been built, he remained icy. And he didn’t mind his outlook on life; he liked the cold. Grey skies were similar to his own mind; it was no wonder that every time his finger pulled the trigger of his gun, he didn’t even react to the blood splattering onto his suit.

The duo entered a larger room, the ground filthy with the viscera of the past victims that had failed to fit themselves into the secrecy of the organisation. Blood stains were the norm for everyone that they associated with. Many evenings of crisp white shirts were burnt due to the torture they inflicted on the ones that dared to ruin the empire that they had built. 

Violet eyes settled onto the middle of the room, merely glancing at the chosen victim of the evening as he watched crimson red drop steadily onto the concrete floor from the wooden chair. Their whimpering made the man realise the victim was a woman; she looked barely twenty-five. All fair skin and wide eyes, her terror enveloping her as her tears mixed in with the dirt that had started to cake her skin from every time her face hit the ground. The man tilted his head; he had seen her before, hanging off the arm of Sanzu with dazed eyes. One of the pink-haired man’s conquests had entered up being the pretty young wife of one of Bonten’s many enemies.

“Enough.” Takeomi’s voice cut through the sound of whimpering, his gloved hand grabbing the chin of the woman. “What did your husband expect to find? The perfect amount of evidence to take us down? When he knows he is as wanted as us.”

Whispering came from her tangled vocal cords, too quiet for even Takeomi to hear. His anger getting the best of him as he dug his nails into her chin and moved a cigarette millimetre from her face. Strangled noise came from her as she tried to pull away from the tight grip, but she was unsuccessful. Dull eyes met Takeomi as she sneered, “He knows all about your whore sister.”

“Don’t have siblings.” He calmly replied, but under the surface, a storm of uncertainty was brewing. A thin layer of sweat stuck to his forehead as he licked his lip, seeing the malicious look in the woman’s eyes as she mustered a painful grin.

“Are you sure?” She paused, leaning forward to get closer to his face as she echoed the name of someone that no one within the criminal organisation dared to utter when they were within the same room: “Fashion Designer, Hana Akashi. It was almost laughable how someone so influential was so deeply interlinked with a criminal organisation. Imagine it got out. Poor Hana loses everything that she worked so hard for, and she’s the one who goes down. Not you.”

Silence choked the room; the woman knew she had hit a nerve but she hadn’t known how deep the link truly went. It hadn’t just been Takeomi that had been caught out by his buried secret; it had been everyone in the room. Siblings, childhood friends, best friends, and a past lover—Hana was linked to all of them; others were more affected by the words than some; the darkness in their eyes was enough to show that.

“You have it wrong.” Takeomi managed to say, desperate to protect the one person he had failed from the day she was born. He had never been a perfect brother; he knew that. Sanzu was a constant reminder of that. He had failed as an older brother but he had tried to smear Hana’s existence out of his life and even that he failed.

“Am I?” She clicked her tongue, eyes falling onto the tailored suit the man was wearing. “That suit was from her F/W16 collection? Only fifty were made and you just happen to have one. Quite a coincidence, don’t you think? Especially when her suits are in constant demand.”

“I was lucky.”

“Lucky? No, that isn’t quite right.” Pearly whites shone as she smirked, “Big brother’s always have to protect their little sisters; make sure no mean men break them. You hide her pretty green eyes from all the nastiness that you do, all the murder you have committed, the fraud and gambling, the prostitution. She’s blind to what her brother does. What a stupid girl.”

A gunshot rang out through the room, and there was a pause before the woman screamed out in anguish. Her once malicious eyes returned back to the horrified state they were in before as she stared at the blood pouring from her thigh. Eyes shot back to Takeomi, who was standing with his mouth pressed together; she realised he wasn’t holding a gun. Searching around for who shot her, she saw the glint of the metallic handgun in the hand of a man with a blank expression in his facial features, except for his violet eyes.

Burning violet eye, full of fury and sadness. His hand moved slightly up, his finger slightly squeezing the trigger as he muttered, “Don’t talk about something you don’t even have the full information on. It’s pathetic.” And then another gunshot echoed through the warehouse; there wasn’t a scream this time as the woman’s body slumped forward into a heap. Her ravings being silenced by a mere bullet.

Rain splattered down onto his face from the areas of the roof that had caved in. He slowly blinked, tilting his head backwards to feel the cold droplets on his burning skin and then he turned on his heels, leaving the room and letting his colleagues deal with the fallout of his actions. Hands felt around in the pocket of his jacket as he searched for his packet of cigarettes, sliding one out of the box as he fiddled with the lighter. Desperate to feel the little bit of nicotine in his system, desperate to try and pretend that he hadn’t just lost it for the first time in seven years. 

With a shaken hand, he ran his hand through his hair. He had been haunted by Hana’s face for years. If it wasn’t her heartbroken face in his nightmares, then it was the billboards of her face plastered up all within the city. Lights from the billboards pointed on her face just to remind him what he had done and how disgusting he had been with her. Hana had been everything to him, and he had fucked it. Leaving two people with both equally broken hearts.

He had made an attempt to move on and started dating a pretty girl whose father was Yakuza. She understood what his job was—all the things he was doing when he wasn’t laid with her at night. Marriage hadn’t been a thought to him until his brother and two long-term friends mentioned it to him, and all of a sudden he was wearing a gold band and the pretty girl he was just dating was his wife. It seemed fine, until he found out what she was doing behind his back since they started dating; all the nights he hadn’t been home, she would bring strangers into his own bed all because she wanted was an easy fuck.

She hadn’t known that he knew; she still didn’t know he knew because he hadn’t cared because he had never loved her. Heart still unrepairable from the relationship that he had ended on his own accord. 

Rindou hated himself. How could he become so uncaring towards everyone except the one person he had chucked away his emotions for?

From the shadows stepped his brother, his expression weary as he called out to his younger brother, “Rindou.”

“Fuck off.” A reply came back, but the usual annoyance in his voice wasn't there. A hint of his teenage self desperately wanting to claw out was there and he knew Ran heard it.

“Talk to me.”

He most definitely didn’t want to talk. He didn’t even care about the clear concern that was written all over the older man. When his brother was concerned about him, it felt like a dozen knives digging into his back; he knew he couldn’t give the same concern back. It made him wonder why Ran stayed so persistent to keep holding on to a drowning soul.

Looking away from Ran, he flickered the cigarette to the ground. “What is there to say? I fucked up; I’ll take whatever punishment there is for it.”

“You know that's not what I meant.” Ran scoffed, long legs crossing the room in seconds as he forced his younger brother to look at him. “What I saw in there was the kid who did everything for the girl he loved. That was the same anger you had when you found out what those kids had done to her. That was my brother.”

“Am I not your brother anymore?” 

“Stop fucking changing the subject. Tell me the truth; what were you thinking?”

What was he thinking? His thoughts were melting into each other. All he could think of was Hana. Her sparkling green eyes, her pin straight blonde locks, and her smile lit up the darkest of rooms. She consumed him, and he didn't know how to stop it. Hana Akashi was a poison to him; he wanted to drink up again; he wanted to hear her voice, to touch her skin, to smell the flowery perfume that she never once changed in the years that they were together.

“I don't know.” He answered, breathing in as he hoped the answer would get his brother to drop the subject. But he knew his older brother, the brother who had stolen money to make sure Rindou was being fed, the brother who had carried him home even when he was in pain, the brother who had been the first person to tell him how stupid he had been to break Hana’s heart.

Ran didn't want to drop the subject; he wanted his brother to admit to the truth. “Don’t fucking lie to me. I know you; I have spent twenty-eight years knowing you. No matter how much you have tried to push me away in the last few years, I am still your brother.”

Silence.

Vexation appeared on Ran’s face, hands gripping his brother’s shoulders. Desperate eyes searched for any type of emotion in his younger brother’s face but there was nothing. Just the same dead look in his eyes that took over several years prior. Ran wanted to see his brother again, the brother who always had a teasing smile on his face. Not this version of his brother; he found this version of his brother almost like a stranger. 

“Please. Show me any sign that my little brother is still in there.” He begged, shaking the man slightly.

There was nothing. Just the same vacant expression. 

Hands slowly peeled away from the shoulders before the older one turned away, leaving his brother to stand and think about everything that had just happened. Ran knew that was the only attempt he was going to have to reach his brother in that moment and he had failed tremendously. He hated to admit it but it felt like he had lost a part of him. The two brothers used to do everything together and now it was difficult to even get a conversation out of Rindou.

Rindou watched as his brother walked away before reaching inside of his pocket to collect another cigarette. Shakily inhaling as he left the building, eyes glossy as he glanced up at the night’s scintillating eye as it cast down onto his drained face, illuminating the scars and dark under eyes. 

Violet eyes closed for a mere moment, thoughts of his brother flashing through his mind as he scoffed to himself. It had always been the charismatic duo of Roppongi, the Haitani brothers. Who could summon over a hundred men with a singular word? Now it was nothing like that; it wasn’t just two brothers having fun. It was two brothers who had gone down a dark path that they could never leave alive. Rindou knew that his brother could of been more; Ran had always had a dream to be a celebrity and now he was a man with power that could ruin families, not anything like the celebrity life he once dreamed of. Rindou remembered how Ran told Hana how he would be the only male model to be photographed in her designs, and at the time, Hana had laughed, agreeing with his words as she used him as a model for her university designs. 

Crossing the wide area of desolate land, he ignored the nagging words of his brother that replayed in his mind. He was quick to get into his car and drive away from the warehouse, knowing that he was going to awake to a plethora of texts from Takeomi insulting every single thing that was wrong with him. He couldn’t find it in him to care though; he had never cared about what Takeomi Akashi had thought about him.

The lights of Tokyo sparkled in his eyes as he drove with no destination in mind. He didn’t want to return to his loveless marriage at the moment; he just wanted some peace. Driving gave him some sort of peace. Just him and his car, his eyes watching the citizens of Tokyo go upon their mundane lives. Not knowing that an executive of the criminal organisation that was terrorising the city was watching them with close eyes. 

Stopping at a traffic light, he watched as groups of people crossed the road. Nothing about them seeing interesting. But then he saw her.

Hana Akashi crossed the street, clutching stacks of paper. Just as beautiful as the day that he had met her. Blonde hair shone under the lights, slightly swaying as she hurriedly crossed the road. Violet eyes watched her, trying to figure out her entire life. He did his best to avoid any news on her but he still saw the billboards of her all dolled up but this was a different side to her, the side that he had been used to. The free side of her that only ever focused on her fashion.

The light turned green, and he drove. Straight into the direction that Hana had walked, he was quick to park his car. Discreetly following her, making sure to keep his distance so she wouldn’t suspect anything. Several years ago, he would of run after her and wrapped his arms tightly around, laughing when she screamed out in terror. He couldn’t do that now; he had a feeling that if she ever saw him, then she would wish death on him. 

Turning around a corner, he watched as she entered an apartment staircase. He didn’t follow; he just watched as she climbed the stairs quickly and then slowed down when she got to the floor that Rindou assumed she lived on. A slight smile on his face as he watched her struggle to open the front door due to the papers in her hands. But the smile left his face when the door opened and a man’s face appeared, his mouth moving as he said something to Hana before moving to allow the woman to enter, the door slamming behind them.

Recognising the man, he tutted. He wanted to laugh that she had moved on but he couldn’t find it in him; nothing felt humorous about seeing Hana with someone that wasn’t him. Rindou wanted to pretend it wasn’t because he needed her, but he knew deep down that he wanted to smash the man’s face into a wall over and over for taking away the one person he had only truly cared for. It was pathetic that he was even jealous; he didn’t deserve to feel jealous when he had been the one to spit on Hana’s already broken heart. But that green monster was getting the best of him as he walked away from the apartment and back to his car, his skin crawling with anger as he drove to his apartment.

Anger he hadn’t felt in a long time; it hurt his head, making him feel like he was spiralling. If he asked his brother, then Ran would tell him that we were definitely spiralling, but he was able to speak to his brother about anything. He liked to be within his own mind, no  matter how much it was probably killing him.

Stopping his car, he stared at the towering building that was his so-called home; nothing about it felt homely and he rarely stayed there. But as he stared up at it, he had one goal in mind and that was to forget any thoughts of Hana and find some type of solace within someone who had to pretend that she loved him.

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[asirensrage]

Title: Witness Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Rating: T? Pairing: Haitani Rindou x Unnamed!Undescribed!FemaleOC Word count: 385 Warnings: Voyerism? Swearing. Mention of obsession and addiction alcoholism. That's about it. Unbeta’d

Summary: Ran looks on at his brother having the time of his life.

Notes: A soft thing for Christmas. This is a small sequel to Limerance. As soon as I saw the music video for APT by Rose and Bruno Mars, I knew it was Rindou and this girl. That inspired this.

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Rindou is in love. 

It’s adorable. Ran leans against his apartment window, looking down into the same one that Rindou spent ages wasting away dreaming of the girl who lived there. Usually Ran would tease him, but Rindou wasn’t here now. Instead he was in the apartment Ran was watching with the girl of his dreams. Rindou didn’t even seem to realise that he could see them, that anyone could. Maybe it’s her influence, but Ran doesn’t care. He’s never seen his brother as happy as he is right now. 

Rindou and his girl are dancing around the room, acting like they’re performing for a crowd instead of just each other. Ran can’t hear the music, but he doesn’t need to. Rindou is grinning widely as she sings at him and kisses his cheek. He’s never seen his brother look so carefree. 

Rindou reaches for his girl, tugging her into him before she spins around and gets him to join her in a move that involves a step and shaking his shoulder before she laughs wildly. Ran smiles to himself as Rindou yanks her back, cupping her cheek and kissing her. 

She wraps her arms over his shoulders, pulling him closer. Her head falls back as she laughs again and Rindou swings her around, lifting her feet on the ground before he looks down at her. Ran can’t read his lips, but he knows his brother well enough to know that Rindou is singing to her softly. 

She looks at him and even from this distance Ran can tell she’s as in love with his brother as Rindou is with her. 

Ran turns away from the window. He’s not even jealous. He’s happy that Rindou has found someone who’s willing to stay up all night, play games and loves music as much as his brother does. Someone who can draw him out of the shell Rindou won’t even admit that he has and keep him from drinking his life away. Ran will take his brother being addicted to her over anything else in this world. At least she won’t fuck him up in the long run. Not if Ran has anything to say about it. 

Besides, he likes being able to get a decent night’s sleep without having his brother partying in their living room.

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[rinupi]

[krossota]

got into tokrev (again) so i drew my fav bastard and my oc

[fishiescales]

rin smh

[izanacore]

stuck with u | ran haitani x reader

one-shot 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: when y/n gets stuck under the bed, she calls ran for help—only to end up in a situation far more compromising. ran, ever the opportunist, doesn’t hold back, turning a simple favor into something much more sinful.

characters: ran haitani, fem!reader, rindou haitani

warnings: smut (18+), stuckage, coercion, non-consensual sex (non-con), dubious consent (dub-con), manipulation, rough sex, breeding, baby trapping, unprotected sex, filming without consent, humiliation, degradation, objectification, slapping, spitting, cum play, infidelity, voyeurism, gaslighting

notes: bonten ran haitani. dark content—so there are themes that might be uncomfortable to read. please read at your own risk. mdni.

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rindou brought y/n home, pushing the door open without much thought. he assumed no one was around—until he spotted ran lounging on the couch, staring straight at them.

they had been kissing.

y/n immediately stiffened, and rindou awkwardly cleared his throat before nodding at his brother. “yo.”

ran raised a brow but said nothing, watching as rindou grabbed y/n’s wrist and led her upstairs to his room.

“just stay here. i’m gonna go grab us some food outside for dinner.”

y/n nodded obediently. “okay.”

with that, rindou kissed y/n on the forehead and left.

a few minutes passed. then a few more.

y/n was already getting bored when her phone lit up with a message.

rindou: something came up. i’ll be home later than expected.

y/n: alright, baby. be safe.

she sighed, tossing her phone aside. a few hours of waiting, and now she was really bored. deciding she might as well nap, she reached up to remove her jewelry, setting each piece down—until one of her earrings slipped from her fingers and rolled under the bed.

y/n froze.

shit.

that was rindou’s gift to her. she could not lose it.

without hesitation, she got down on the floor, reaching for it. it was far—just barely out of reach. y/n stretched her arm further, fingers grazing the small piece before she finally grabbed it.

“yes!” she whispered in triumph.

but as she tried to pull herself back, she realized something.

she wasn’t moving.

her hips were stuck.

y/n blinked. then, she tried again, wiggling her body. nothing.

“…fuck,” she muttered.

“rindou!” she called. “help!!”

silence.

then she remembered—he had gone out.

she groaned, dropping her forehead against the floor. there was no way she was staying like this until later. as humiliating as this was, she only had one option left.

“…ran!?”

nothing.

she tried again, louder. “ran! can you help me, please?!”

no answer.

y/n squeezed her eyes shut before shouting, “ran, please! i’m stuck in here, can you help me out?!”

finally, she heard the door creak open.

ran’s voice came from behind her, flat and unimpressed. “what is it this time?”

but the second his eyes landed on her, his expression changed.

his brows shot up, gaze locking onto the very obvious problem—y/n’s dress had ridden up, exposing her panties.

y/n, still clueless, sighed in relief. “can you help me out? i’m stuck.”

ran exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “why the hell are you stuck in the first place?”

she heard him moving closer.

y/n groaned, her cheek squished against the floor. “i was looking for my earring, okay? i dropped it earlier, and it rolled under the bed. when i tried to reach for it, i kinda… slid in too far.”

ran hummed, placing a hand on her back. “and then what? your tiny brain didn’t think about backing out before getting stuck?”

“i was backing out!” she snapped. “but my foot got caught on the stupid blanket, and now my hips won’t budge.”

there was a beat of silence.

then, ran snickered.

“…so what you’re saying is—you got your ass stuck?”

y/n’s eye twitched.

“ran, just pull me out already, please.”

ran placed both hands firmly on y/n’s hips, gripping them as he started pulling her out. he tugged hard, trying to free her, but with every pull, her core pressed against his cock—repeatedly.

his jaw clenched.

“stay still.”

y/n obediently stopped moving.

was it weird? she could feel his hands gripping her ass. maybe he was just steadying her or something?

then, without thinking, she shifted her hips slightly.

ran sucked in a breath. “can you relax? i’m trying to get you out of here.”

y/n exhaled, nodding. but something still felt… off. there was a rhythm to it now—the way ran was pulling her, the way her core kept pressing against his lower half. she paid no mind. maybe he really was just trying his best.

then, she felt something else.

her panties were being slid down.

y/n froze.

a strange nervousness crept into her chest. what was happening? but she didn’t question it—it was ran, after all. rindou’s brother. she trusted him.

then—

a warm, wet sensation dripped down her core.

y/n stiffened.

did he just spit—

she swore she heard—

“ran?” she called, voice hesitant. “c-can you just pull me out now?”

“yeah,” he muttered, almost distracted. “just a little more.”

she heard a shift behind her. something was different.

why did it feel cold down there?

“ran??” y/n tried again, this time more nervous.

but her words fell on deaf ears.

because ran—who was supposed to be pulling her out—was now licking her pussy, dragging his tongue up and down, eating her out.

“ran??? what are you doing???”

y/n’s voice was laced with confusion, her body tensing up as she felt something warm and wet glide against her core. she didn’t want to believe it—there was no way ran was actually doing what she thought he was doing.

but the way her body shuddered at the sensation told her otherwise.

“ran, can you help me out now, please?” she tried again, her voice shaking slightly as she attempted to move—only to accidentally press herself closer against his face.

ran groaned, hands tightening around her hips. “shut the fuck up, i’m busy.”

y/n gasped when he groped her ass, fingers digging into her flesh as he spread her apart.

“ran, please, stop…” she whined.

he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.

y/n’s breath hitched. she should be stopping him, but for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to move. the sensation was too good, it was confusing her. and when she finally opened her mouth to say something, she felt it—she felt something thick and warm pressing against her entrance.

“ran—“ her words died in her throat as he pushed in, stretching her open with ease.

“fuck. your pussy is so fucking tight,” ran groaned, his grip on her hips tightening. “rindou doesn’t fuck you enough, huh?”

skin met skin, the sound of his hips snapping against hers echoing in the room.

“ran, please… rindou might get mad.”

he whispered, “don’t be a killjoy, baby. i’m just starting to have my fun.”

a sharp slap landed on her ass, making her yelp.

“stay still,” he murmured. “wanna give my brother a little souvenir.”

ran took out his phone, tilting it down to capture how his cock disappeared into her core.

“don’t move too much,” he muttered, smirking as another slap landed on her.

y/n gasped at his words, but any protest melted into a moan as ran thrust into her harder, his grip tightening on her hips.

“fuck, ran…” she whimpered, her wet cheek still pressed against the floor. she had been crying at the fact rindou’s brother was using her for pleasure.

ran chuckled, “look at you. moaning my name instead of your boyfriend’s. you like getting fucked by his brother? you really are a slut, huh?”

her walls fluttered around him, and she barely managed a response, too lost in the pleasure.

“ran, too much—please, slow down,” she gasped.

“you don’t get to decide that,” he muttered darkly, snapping his hips harder just to prove his point.

her fingers curled against the floor, her moans getting louder. ran was relentless, fucking her deeper, chasing his own high as her body trembled beneath him.

“ugh, ran, fuck! fuck!” she cried out, back arching as she teetered on the edge.

“that’s it, slut. moan for me,” he growled. “let rindou hear how good i’m fucking you.”

her body tightened, pleasure surging through her veins as she stuttered, “r-ran… ugh—”

his thrusts grew sloppier, more erratic. “i can feel you clenching around me,” he groaned. “you’re cumming, aren’t you?”

y/n didn’t mutter a response. instead, she just cried and moaned—not sure about what she’s feeling as both pain and pleasure coursed all over her body.

ran cursed under his breath, his grip bruising as he pounded into her, chasing his release. her walls squeezed him tight, drawing a deep moan from his lips.

“what a fucking slut,” he muttered, his movements growing rougher, hungrier, as he fucked her through her orgasm, ready to reach his own.

”gonna cum… fuck—your pussy is so good. that’s why my brother is obsessed with you, huh? because of this pretty pussy?”

“too bad. i own it now.”

“ran…” y/n called him out.

“what?!”

“please don’t… cum inside…” y/n begged him, tears streaming down her face.

“don’t tell me what to fucking do,” ran snapped.

and then a few more thrusts.

“shit, ugh…”

ran spilled inside her despite y/n’s desperate pleas to stop him. ran stilled for a few seconds before finally pulling out, still recording the way his release spilled from her, making a mess between her thighs. with a low chuckle, he pushed whatever was dripping back inside, his fingers teasing as he murmured, “can’t waste any, huh? damn, i came too much.”

ran smirked as he stopped the video, snapping a few more pictures of the mess he made—her pussy full of his cum. without a second thought, he sent the pictures and video straight to rindou.

ran: got u a present ;)

rindou: ?

[ran sent a photo]

rindou: tf?

rindou didn’t recognize who was in the photo at first. sure, he and his brother exchanged porn videos and nude pics of girls to jerk off—it wasn’t anything new.

ran: a jerk off material for u tonight

[ran sent a video]

thank god his volume wasn’t on full blast—he was in public.

rindou watched the video, his brows furrowing. then, he noticed it. that dress. y/n was wearing that earlier, right? no. it couldn’t be. ran wouldn’t do that. he was cruel, sure, but not to him.

his hands trembled. his breath came uneven.

he couldn’t believe it. ran just fucked his girlfriend.

rindou: you fucking bastard. i will kill you!!!

ran: no “thank u, bro” ?

rindou: fuck YOU.

but in all honesty, rin couldn’t hide the fact that he got hard by just watching his brother fuck his girlfriend—so he went to the nearest bathroom stall for a release. it’s sick. he knows—but he can’t do anything about it anymore. it already happened. so he’ll just jerk off the frustrations away using the video ran sent to him. after all, that was his present. might as well use it.

[missmadella]

Dancing with Danger (Bonten x Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Four."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s interesting.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bang!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rindou groans, rubbing a hand over his face.

“We’re not adopting her, Sanzu.”

Ran leans casually against a wall, clearly entertained.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She looked... happy.”

They all glance at him.

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

Sanzu grins.

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

Ran shrugs, eyes glinting with interest.

“Or maybe she’s just that fearless.”

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

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

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

Kakucho sighs.

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

Sanzu smirks.

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

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

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

Mikey just nods once, final.

“Find out who she is.”

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

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

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It starts with them trying to track you down.

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

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

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

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

And of course, you do.

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

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

Kakucho speaks first, voice low and clipped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do it.”

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

But then—

Ding.

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

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

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

Then:

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

Six deadly criminals stare at you.

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

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

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

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

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

Koko tilts his head, narrowing his eyes.

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

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

And that’s when all hell breaks loose.

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

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

CRASH. BANG.

Bullets punch through the glass wall from the hallway.

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

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

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

You snatch it without hesitation.

Click. Check. Ready.

Ran sees it first. “...No way.”

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

BANG. BANG.

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

She knew what she was doing.

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

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

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

Rindou, watching from across the room, mutters,

“She’s not just some delivery girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi again.”

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

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

“What the hell is she?” Kakucho mutters.

Mikey finally speaks.

“We’re not letting her leave.”

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Gunfire lights up the corridor.

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

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

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

BOOM! White dust explodes, blinding him.

You laugh, half coughing.

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

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

Ran wipes blood off his cheek, smirking.

“How does she do that?.”

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

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

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

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

CRACK. He goes down hard.

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

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

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

He crashes to the floor.

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

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

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

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

“I love her.”

Kakucho glares. “Focus.”

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

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

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

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

BANG! You do it.

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

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

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

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

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

“...Are you guys mad?”

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

Sanzu can’t stop laughing.

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

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

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

Silence.

Then Mikey speaks, finally, cold and direct:

“Take her alive.”

Your eyes widen slightly.

“Wait, I—what?”

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

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

Sanzu just grins, still buzzing with adrenaline.

“Yeah. We’re definitely keeping her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This girl... is wild.”

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

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

“You’re not scared.”

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

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

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

Everyone’s eyes snap to you.

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

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

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

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

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

Kakucho raises a brow, his expression darkening slightly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smile, a little devilish.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blink, your casual demeanor slipping slightly.

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

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

“Consider yourself recruited, sweetheart.”

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

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

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

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

That’s what caught their attention.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And now...

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

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

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

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

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

And no one said a damn thing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Except… you were warm. Comfortable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blinked. “…What?”

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

“Ever,” Sanzu added, grinning.

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

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

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You blinked at them.

All of them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled and stretched your arms up with a yawn.

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

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

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

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

But somehow, it felt like home.

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It started like any other day.

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

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

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

And then—

“HEY!”

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

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

A bullet had taken his shoulder clean through.

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

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

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

Because the others were there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bonten.

Your Bonten.

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

Truly safe.

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

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They got you back to Bonten HQ without another word.

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

When you stepped into the building, the silence followed.

No one made jokes.

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

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

They didn’t push you to talk.

Ran disappeared into the kitchen.

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

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

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

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

“…I want takoyaki.”

The silence cracked.

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

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

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

Ran let out a single laugh — loud and breathless.

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

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

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

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

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

You blinked at him.

“What?”

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

Rindou grinned. “House arrest for the queen?”

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

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

“Extra sauce!” you called weakly after him.

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

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

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

And more loved than you could begin to understand.

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It was well past midnight.

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

And you were asleep.

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

The door opened slowly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed softly in your sleep. His chest tightened.

And then—

“Oi,” a voice whispered from the hallway.

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

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

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

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

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

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

One by one, they ended up staying.

No one spoke loudly. No one asked why.

You didn’t even wake up.

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

And just like that… Bonten fell asleep around you.

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

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

And honestly? You loved the attention.

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

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

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

And oh, how right they were about that.

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It started with the idea of making tea.

Simple. Harmless. Normal.

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

Then you spotted a crooked picture frame in the hallway.

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

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

“Oh my god, is this a flamethrower?”

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

Naturally, you touched.

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

The fire alarm began to screech.

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

“Shitshitshit—!”

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

Cue chaos.

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

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

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

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

They stared.

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

“I’m not doing a thing—!”

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

You opened your mouth to argue—

Paused.

Squinted.

“…Shit. I did, didn’t I?”

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

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

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

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

You blinked up at him.

“Stay hydrated,” he muttered.

“…Thanks.”

Then he walked off.

You looked back at the others.

“…I swear I meant to make tea.”

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

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

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

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

And then, it did.

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

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

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

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

Then, all at once, it clicked.

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

You hyperfocused.

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

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

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

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

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

Koko’s brows shot up. “Wait... What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was a long, tense silence in the room.

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

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

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

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

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

But when it mattered?

You were exactly what Bonten needed.

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

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

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

Sanzu was the first to break the silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I will... thanks, Mikey.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[tobifuyu]

New hair, who dis?

Ran Haitani x f!reader

After years of friendship, Ran is growing and maturing right in front of your eyes but you cannot bring yourself to accept what change brings about.

cw: nsfw, mdni, basically porn with plot, friends to lovers, reader is oblivious, ran is a simp, rindou is so done, masturbation, mirror sex, use of sex toys, hair kink ig, lots of pet names.

wc: 9,7k

a/n: gosh this is way too long I’m so sorry I just have too many ideas and once I start writing I cannot stop myself. many more fics to come, I have a long list of fantasies to satisfy. also, we stan simp ran in this house.

One thing you were not expecting when opening the door of your apartment that evening was for Ran to walk in looking like a completely different person.

You wouldn’t even have recognized him if it weren’t for his purple eyes staring down at you with their ever-present mischievous glint.

Lately, his lanky body has been filling out the new suits he’s wearing in a delicious way, and the time he’s been putting in at the gym, even if reluctantly, is visibly paying off.

You notice he has removed the transparent plaster from the fresh tattoo on his neck, black ink a stark contrast against his pale skin.

There’s something else missing, and the sight is so unsettling that for a moment you think about closing the door on his face.

Who is this man staring back at you? If this is Ran, why are his infamous braids gone?

“Ran, what the fuck?”

“I can explain!” He puts his hands up, gesturing at you to let him come in, and you move out of his way automatically as you take him in from different angles.

The door gets closed behind your back and Ran wraps your wrist in one of his big hands to steer you to your couch in the center of the living room. You’re both silent as you sit down, your eyes fixed on the damage.

“I cut my hair.”

“I can fucking see that!” The smug grin that was stretching his pretty lips slowly fades at the agitation in your voice. The thing is that you don’t understand why you feel so distraught.

It shouldn’t matter, right? It’s not like he went and cut your own hair behind your back. Yeah, he could’ve let you know about such an important decision in his life as he does with pretty much everything else. He could’ve maybe even asked for your opinion. But he didn’t have to.

You and Ran have been friends for years, more than a decade, and you have seen him cut and style his hair multiple times in the past. Just because you are particularly infatuated with the way his two-toned braids swung around while fighting, or how he would twirl them with his baton and long fingers, and how it looked untied, forming a messily shaped halo behind his head while resting on the pillow during one of your many cuddling sessions… doesn’t mean he had to ask for your permission.

It’s not like he knows how much you love to brush his soft locks before twisting them back into the braids that come hunting you on your dream-filled nights. Because you’ve never told him. So it’s not his fault if all these things don’t matter to him.

“You don’t like ‘em?” He coughs to hide the embarrassment he feels after asking such a vulnerable question. Ran has never really cared about what other people think of him, except for maybe Rindou, sometimes. But you’re an exception.

He knows he’s far from ugly and he thought he looked real good with the new haircut. He was excited to match with his little brother once again, and he thought you would also, considering how well you reacted a couple of weeks ago when Rin showed you the light purple color he got done at the saloon.

Maybe, just maybe, you like Rin a bit better? No, he thinks, it can’t be possible. He would’ve noticed something like that.

Then why are you acting so… mad? Or is it hurt he sees painted across your pretty face?

You let out a sigh, “No, it looks good. I overreacted, I’m sorry. I just– I wasn’t expecting you to cut your hair, that’s all.”

He scoffs, as if he doesn’t believe your words, and pulls one of your hands up to his hair. He wants to convince you that not much has changed, and you’ll still get to play with it while watching movies, he thinks it’s soft enough with the treatment he has done, “See, it’s still pretty long, just pushed back. Maybe you can braid it sometimes.”

You laugh at that and Ran smiles at you. You meet his soft gaze before daring another glimpse at his new haircut. It’s styled in such a way that accentuates his sharp facial structure, jawline visible in all its glory.

“You look…” Hot. Fuck. You shake your head, trying to reign yourself in as you stroke the soft hair, “It looks good, more mature. It’s fluffier than I thought, Rannie.”

The more you look at him the more you realize that this new look of his is toying with your already decaying sanity.

Pull yourself together, for fuck’s sake.

Ran lets it go after that, props you to get settled on the couch, and removes his suit jacket before grabbing some drinks and snacks to watch a movie.

An hour in, he lays his head on your chest. It’s routine, he’s always been clingy with you, in private. And you’ve always enjoyed the closeness, no matter how confusing it might be, so you never question him.

Your hands subconsciously bury themselves between his lilac locks. You can hear him let out a deep sigh as you scratch his scalp, relaxing into your hold.

“Looks good, Ran. I like it a lot,” You whisper as if to reassure him, whilst you’re only stopping yourself from confessing that you would like him even if he were bald. Your gentle motions make him fall asleep with his lips curled in a smile.

My sleepy boy, you think.

That night you wake up in a cold sweat. The blond tresses that you constantly dream of softly stroking have been subsided by messy lilac locks. The short length is being gripped by your hands as its owner's head peaks from between your thighs. Unfortunately, it’s not very the first time you dream of Ran in such a compromising position. But the matching lavender gaze staring at you with purpose is now fresh in your memory, and makes his haircut seem even more attractive, the perfect length to shove him back against your heat.

Your cheeks redden as you try to shake the feeling away, you get rid of the covers and turn on your side ready for sleep to take over once again, but his new and improved look keeps hunting you at every toss and turn.

You reach into your bedside table for the only thing that can bring you peace of mind: your trusty vibrator. It’s a small bullet one, but it does its job just fine when you press it against your clit to release the pent-up stress of the day. You think nothing of it when the face that appears behind your closed eyelids as you come is that of your bestfriend.

The next couple of weeks, it doesn’t escape Ran the fact that you’re looking at him a little weird. At first, he thinks you might still be trying to get used to his new look. It was definitely a drastic change, and for you who have known him for such a long time, to be faced with it without him even giving you any heads up must’ve been weird. So he hopes that the gift he has planned to give you, will be enough to make it up to his bestfriend, to show how much he cares about your friendship and your opinions, even if he didn’t ask for it this time.

Then he starts panicking because you stop picking up his phone calls. You don’t make plans to hang out with him anymore, just shoot a text from time to time to let him know that you’re okay but busy. He’d like to believe you, but you’ve always made time for him before. You’re avoiding him.

He doesn’t know that you cannot bring yourself to face him anymore. You had managed to suppress the feelings you harbor for him for years, but seeing him in another light, with his childish braids replaced by a more mature and undoubtedly attractive look, has been the hardest challenge for you.

You feel ashamed by the number of times his face has been appearing in your mind at the most inconvenient times. You feel too dirty to look him in the eyes and pretend like you don’t dream of them at night.

Ran has reached a level of desperation where he has to involve his brother before he loses his cool over something that, he thinks rationally, shouldn’t even bother him that much. The two of you are just friends, you don’t owe him your time.

Luckily, you pick up Rindou’s call on his first try, you haven’t heard from him in a while, so it only makes sense that you do, might be something important. What if something has happened to Ran?

Rin doesn’t want anything to do with this mess, but he can’t bear to stress over the safety of his brother anymore as he comes to their meetings looking tired and miserable as hell. Bonten is just starting out, and they’re dealing with some heavy shit now, his brother needs to fucking focus.

So he invites you over for some drinks. Explains how it’s just a small get-together they’re throwing to celebrate a new deal, only some of the guys will attend. And when you ask about Ran, he rolls his eyes but replies that his brother is not gonna be there. Which is a lie, a big fat lie that is gonna turn into a headache for him soon enough. He knows that already.

You show up just because you’ve been holed up in your apartment for the past week. Work has been… well, work. And your friend group is pretty much the same as Ran’s, so you couldn’t risk him getting word of you being out and about after you’ve turned down all his invitations. You’re joining tonight because Ran hasn’t tried to contact you in a few days, and Rin has promised his brother is gonna be held back at work. Getting a few drinks with your old friends is the perfect way to destress.

You don’t make it that far, though, because the moment you walk in Ran is already there. Mingling about and walking like he owns the place, which he does. You turn to Rindou, who’s conveniently opened the door for you and is now planning to make a run for it, and you look at him as if you’re ready to tear his head off. He must’ve known what’s going on, there’s no other way for him to be so sneaky about this. He sends an apologetic look your way before scrambling away to Sanzu, who’s waiting for him in the dark of the corridor leading to the rooms.

Ran stutters over to you the moment his eyes lay on your fidgeting figure. He’s wearing a pair of dress pants and a shirt that look like they’ve been tailored to fit his lanky body in such a way that makes it hard for you to breathe. His short hair is parted and gelled back, a few pieces falling off the hairstyle and resting effortlessly on his forehead.

“Hey pretty, you’ve made it.”

“Looks like it,” you shrug your shoulders, looking around awkwardly as he ushers you into the middle of the living room. You should’ve known the brothers would’ve stuck together. Fuck you, Rindou.

“D’you want something to drink?” He sits beside you, and the scene reminds you so much of when he last came over to your apartment, except this time you’re surrounded by a handful of people. Gotta make sure you’re on your best behavior, so you turn down the drink.

“C’mon, work has been stealing you from me for weeks now, y’need to let go a little.” He can sense you’re tense, and maybe alcohol isn’t the best choice in this situation, but he doesn’t know how else to let you at least look at him. He feels a pang in his chest. Why won’t you even look at him?

“I’m okay, thanks.” You’re acting so cold and distant. He’s starting to wonder if all of this really has happened over him simply cutting his hair, or if there’s something deeper beneath it. Did you feel betrayed by him not telling you?

“I think I’m just gonna go home, I’m pretty beat actually,” you start to say, and Ran doesn’t want to force you, but he doesn’t want you to go either. “Please, just some more time to catch up. Rin wanted to see you as well,” as he says this he looks around the room and curses his brother for leaving with Sanzu.

Ran’s ass gets saved by Kakucho tapping on your shoulder before he wraps an arm around both of them as you turn to greet him. You’re smiling again, just how Ran likes to see you, but the pit of his stomach is burning with something akin to jealousy.

He’s relieved that Kakucho stopped you from upping and leaving, but he doesn’t like how you get up and join him at the counter to get him another round. Seems like you’re not drinking still, means you don’t plan on sticking around.

Ran is bummed out, he stops staring at you and Kakucho after some others join in on the conversation. He doesn’t want you to mingle with these people too much (most of them have something to do with Bonten, after all), but he’s the one who strategized all of this in the first place, so he lets you enjoy yourself. He’d rather stop pushing you before he makes it worse.

In the meantime, you’re watching a pouting Ran sit on the couch from the corner of your eye. Kakucho snickers as he notices, and you swat him away when he suggests you go sit back down with “your Ran”.

“He’s been a mess these past few weeks, I think he misses you. A lot,” Kakucho has never been anything but kind and truthful to you, that’s why you enjoy his presence so much. He’s a breath of fresh air around the much violence this friend group has experienced growing up. He’s one of those who has suffered the most but he always has a nice word to spare. Such a pure heart, his.

Your eyes wander back to where your heart is, but what you see makes your face turn into a grimace. A pretty girl you’ve known for a while, someone’s girlfriend you recall, has sat down in your spot and is now talking to Ran. They seem to be sharing a laugh as she reaches over to stroke Ran’s hair out of his face, before gesturing at it as if complimenting the new hairstyle.

The interaction is short-lived and friendly, you know her for being nothing but nice, but you feel like shit now.

You don’t like the feeling of jealousy, especially when it’s not even excused. You just don’t like when people touch Ran’s hair, and you do even less now that it has become such a touchy subject for you. He let her, that’s the problem.

“Yeah, I bet he missed me alright,” you mumble bitterly as you excuse yourself from Kakucho.

It doesn’t take you long to stand in front of Ran and stare down at him with cold eyes, “‘m leaving. Have a goodnight,” You direct the last bit to the girl, hoping she doesn’t think you’re remotely even mad at her. Then, you leave the apartment in such a rush that you don’t hear Ran calling for you. You feel like you’re underwater and the first real breath of air you take is back at your flat.

All you had time to do, before hearing the furious knocks banging on your door, is take off your makeup and wear your pajamas. Maybe, just maybe, if they had started shaking the wood just ten minutes later, you would’ve been sleeping already and not giving enough fucks to get up from your bed.

You open the door, no need to check from the peephole as you already know who it could be at this ludicrous hour.

“We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t, I have work early in the morning,” you try arguing as you go to close the door. He blocks it with his shoe, pushing it open with his right hand as he stares at you with a look he usually reserves for Rindou when he gets pissed off about something important. It’s completely different from the one he has while fighting, he’s not being snarky or overconfident, he looks serious and undeniably mad.

“You’ve been avoiding me. For weeks. ‘Cause I cut my fucking hair.” He slams the door as he steps inside the apartment and you jump from the sudden sound, walking towards you as you slowly back away and fidget with your raised hands. You’re not scared of him, you know he’d never do anything to hurt you. You’re just scared of the confrontation that is about to go down, the fact that you’re gonna have to tell the truth, for once and for all, cause you can’t possibly hold it from him anymore. And just like that, you’re gonna lose Ran.

Ran takes in your panicked state and slows down to approach you carefully, his face softens and he clasps your hands in his bigger ones. With the grip he has on them, he drags you closer to his body. The two of you are standing in the center of the room as silence overtakes it. You can feel his stare burning your skin but you keep your own cast down.

“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” His thumbs are stroking your skin in a calming pattern, “I don’t know what I’ve done, but I never meant to hurt you. I’m sorry.”

You don’t understand what he’s talking about. The one apologizing here should be you! “You did nothing wrong, Ra–“

“Please look at me,” you cast him a glance from under your lashes, but the way he’s staring back is so intimidating that you can’t help but feel your face heat up and you have to divert your eyes elsewhere, “You can’t even look at me.”

“Ran, I swear this has nothing to do with you cutting off your piss-colored hair.”

He knows you well enough not to get offended, your self-defensive mechanism has always been that of getting mean.

Two fingers find their way to your chin to grip it and raise it enough so that your eyes meet once again. You can’t escape him this time.

“Tell me how to fix it, how to fix us.”

His voice is almost a whisper, he sounds so distraught, blaming himself for your stupidity. You can’t take it anymore. You love Ran, the last thing you want is for him to be hurting.

“I’m not mad at you Ran, I’m mad at myself,” His purple eyes widen with surprise, but he remains silent as he lets you explain yourself, “This is gonna sound, real bad but… I couldn’t bring myself to face you these past few weeks. Cause I had a wet dream about you. After you cut your hair…” You’re not telling the whole truth as of yet – there have been multiple dreams – but you need to test the waters first.

“Oh,” Well fuck, you’ve said it now. “Oh, wow.” His hands drop his hold on one of yours and fall from your chin, for a moment you think he’s gonna step back and run away far from you, but then you feel his touch on your waist, moving you even closer than before.

His lips settle on your forehead, stamping a kiss on the skin while you feel his mouth vibrate against it as he shakes with laughter.

This is Ran we’re talking about, ‘course he’s not gonna run away, he’s gonna embarrass you to the ground. In a week's time, everyone in your friend group will probably know about this. Not only is your friendship officially ruined, but you’ll never get to step outside of your flat without feeling like a walking joke ever again, “Are you laughing at me?”

“You got embarrassed?” He places another smooch over the same spot, “So what if I made you wet in a dream? It was my haircut, wasn’t it?”

Ran giggles. The motherfucker thinks he’s funny.

“Is that why you reacted that way back at my place? You got mad someone else was gripping my hair?” His mocking voice makes you flush red, but you know better than to give in to his teasing.

“She barely touched you, please. Like I give a damn,” You roll your eyes, finally getting the courage to stare at his smirking face as you fall back into your comfortable routine of making fun of each other. “I can always grip it myself and show you the difference,” You bark back, watching how the side of his curved lips slightly twitches.

“Go at it, babygirl.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Gosh, you seem to be pretty mad still,” he’s pouting, and you swear you wanna bite his lips so badly right now.

Get a fucking grip, oh my goodness. You haven’t even told him the worst part yet. He doesn’t know you’ve masturbated to him. He doesn’t know you like him way more than a simple friend should.

“Should I find some way to make it up to you?” His words snap you back to reality, but he’s been observing you, lavender hues taking in your scrunched-up face as you think hard over something that is still concealed from him. He wants to kiss your cute cheeks, wants to hear you giggle. You’re his precious girl, he feels this visceral need to let you know just how much he cares.

Ran’s mouth presses against the apple of your cheeks once, twice, trice. He’s leaving kisses all over the bare skin, switching from one side to the other, kissing the top of your nose endearingly.

One of the hands he has gripping your waist slides to the center of your back, over the sleep shirt you’re wearing, trying to stop you from running away from his kiss attack – as if you would – and to keep you comfortably pressed against his embrace.

He can feel you melt against his body. Rosy lips parted to take in deep breaths. Your eyelids are now closed and he doesn’t waste time kissing over them as well. He can feel your skin heating up against his mouth, feverish-like, but he can’t stop himself from dragging his lips lower to peck at your jawline.

The kisses he’s giving you are all kinds of kisses, from short and sweet pecks to loud and cute smooches, to more sensual and wet ones, especially when he reaches the skin of your neck. At this point, you can’t help but raise your hands to his hair and grip the short length of it just like you promised to show him. He lets out what sounds like a moan in the croak of your neck, but you think you must’ve imagined it as you can’t really hear much over the sound of your beating heart, the blood furiously pumping in your ears.

You know you’re enjoying this way too much, and for a moment you start to feel dirty again. He’s showering you with love because you’re his best friend, and your head is turning something so pure into nasty thoughts.

It’s not the first time he has smothered your face in kisses, maybe not to this extent, but you guys haven’t seen each other in weeks, so it only makes sense why he’s reacting to your closeness in such a way.

That’s until he sucks on the soft spot behind your ear and takes the lobe between his teeth to pull the skin. The way his name comes out from your mouth, breathless and whiny, makes him weak in the knees.

He’s gonna turn all your wet dreams into reality. You just need to say the word and he’s gonna give you what you deserve and more.

His nose is now bumping against yours, mouth pressing between the space above your cupid’s bow, the corner of your mouth, the bottom of it. Your lips graze each other every time he moves along. At this point, he has kissed every inch of your face except for the mouth. You know that would be taking it a step too far. The already thin lines of friendship between the two of you would blur to a point of no return.

At least on your part; you know Ran doesn’t shy away from human touch as you do, so it might not carry the same weight for him, you’re nearly sure of it.

You can’t possibly know how wrong you are, because as you’re thinking that, Ran is holding himself back from closing the space between you.

He has been dying to kiss you for years, since the first time you offered to braid his hair for him.

“What did you dream of?” he whispers, gruff voice scratching a part of your brain that you didn’t think existed as his hot breath washes over you, only inches away.

“Uhm, I… I don’t really remember.”

“You’re not a good liar, princess,” his mouth moves closer to your ear, trailing on the soft skin on his way there, as one of his hands grasps the fat of your left thigh and hooks it over his hipbone. “What was I doing that made you wet? Did you touch yourself because of me? Tell me.”

You know that if you could see yourself from the outside right now you’d laugh at how red your face probably is, but there’s nothing to laugh about how firm Ran’s voice is when giving orders. It might’ve sounded like he was teasing you before, but he’s being completely serious now. And you’d never dare disobey Ran when he gets like this.

“I- You were eating me out,” you gulp, your throat lets you heave the words out with difficulty. “It was either that or… some other nights, you’d do more.”

So it’s multiple dreams, different nights. Ran’s grip on you tightens, “Did you touch yourself?” He repeats the question, eyes dark and attentive, as if he’s dying to know. As if he can’t picture it in his head without you guiding him through it. Fuck it, you think.

“I did, used my vibrator-“You can’t even finish your sentence because Ran is grasping your other leg and lifting you up in the air. You circle his neck with your arms and hold on tight in fear of him dropping you, but his strength makes it seem like he’s barely breaking a sweat.

“Fuck, can I kiss you? I’m dying to taste you.”

It takes you some time to elaborate on his desperate plea, but once you do, you consent enthusiastically, “Yeah? Yes!“

The moment your lips meet, it’s like nothing else matters in the world. Ran is kissing you, his lips are moving over yours with expertise. He starts slow and deepens it to the point you have to push him away slightly to regain your breath.

Sometime during the kisses that come after, Ran has you up against the wall. He runs the tip of his tongue over the seam of your mouth, but you don’t open it straight away to pay him back for all his usual teasing. That’s until he presses his hips against yours, and you feel his hardness rubbing on you.

“Oh my god, fuck, Ran.” He takes your surprise as an opportunity to tangle his tongue with yours. You moan in his mouth, and he groans back, parting just enough to let you know what he needs, “I want you so bad, pretty girl.”

You buck into him as if asking for more and bite his lip before letting it go, watching as it falls back into place.

Ran laughs at that, starting a trail of kisses from your puffy lips all the way to your exposed collarbones. He knows you’re not wearing a bra, you don’t sleep in them. The first thing he noticed when he stepped foot inside your apartment tonight is how your nipples were perked up against the cotton of the shirt. He also knows the only thing covering your bottom is a pair of panties. Keeping this in mind, he sends you a look while reaching for the hem of your sleep shirt, as if asking for permission.

You nod and he frees you of it, chunking it somewhere behind his frame. He’s holding you up with his hips alone, navel pressed tightly against yours. That’s so fucking hot.

His hands make a b-line to your breasts, squeezing them to get a feel, and the motion is as pleasurable to you as it is for him, making his cock jump in his pants. You can feel his length twitching and it’s driving you crazy.

“Please-“ Your voice breaks the moment Ran puts you back down, you struggle to keep yourself on your feet and watch as he bends to bite at one of your nipples.

“Oh my god, yes,” he’s twisting the other with his fingers, and regretfully leaves them behind as he moves in a downward path over your body. He’s so close to your heat that he can smell your arousal, and when he casts his eyes toward your mound, he sees the wet patch staining your panties.

“Is this because of me?” a slap on your covered cunt follows his question. He knows already, you’ve made it clear, but he wants to hear you say it.

“Yes, yeah, Ran, baby. It’s all because of you.”

He thinks you must be already pretty out of it, because you’re not usually this straightforward when it comes to sex, in front of him at least. He heard how dirty you can get when talking about it with other friends, so he’s happy he’s found the key to open you up to him, literally.

It’s after your nth confirmation that Ran decides to grasp the side of your cotton panties and slowly drag them down your quivering legs. Both of you still can’t believe this is happening. You’re about to satisfy his every craving, and he’ll make sure to do the same for you.

Ran is on his knees, staring up at your body as if it’s a piece of art that has moved something inside of him. His admiring gaze is pushing all of your shyness and insecurities to leave you. His making you feel comfortable while being so exposed and vulnerable is exactly why you fell in love with him in the first place.

The weight of a peck being stamped on the inner skin of your thigh is what you feel before your body starts being covered in kisses. He’s raising to his full height while doing so, and the last one he gives you is on your forehead, just like the first of the night.

“I need you, Ran.”

Everything is still around the two of you, in the silence of the night you can hear the deep breath he takes. You lean forward to kiss the tattoo peeking from the collar of his dress shirt.

The hanafuda is a bright reminder of the life he has selfishly involved you in, and for a second he rethinks his next move, but you quickly realize he’s getting into his head and raise on your tippy toes to kiss his pink lips.

“Take me to bed, Ran. Don’t make me beg.”

You’ve told him multiple times that you can take care of yourself, and you know that where you can’t on your own he’s gonna be there to save you. You believe him, and he has to do the same when you tell him that he’s not gonna get rid of you that easily.

“You’re gonna beg either way,” he promises with a sneaky smile as he grabs your ass in his hands, making you straddle his hips as he carries you to your bedroom.

More kisses are being shared between the two of you during the short way, and he can barely tear himself from you as he lays you on your mattress.

You think he’s reaching into your bedside table for condoms but what he finds is even better: your pink vibrator. He looks at it as if he’s discovered gold. When he orders you to take it and use it on yourself, you realize he wants to watch. He wants to recreate what you’ve so cutely told him you’ve been doing for the past few weeks while thinking about him. Ran wants to see for himself.

He stands at the foot of the bed while you tease your entrance with the bullet vibrator, collecting your wetness to make it glide more easily over your clit. You keep your legs spread to give him a show, watching as he pays you back by removing piece by piece of clothing.

His full-body tattoo reveals itself to your greedy eyes. You’ve seen it multiple times, but have never gotten to take it in all together.

You’re panting, reaching your slit with one of your fingers as your opening clenches around nothing under his lust-filled gaze. “Hold it,” his deep voice tells you, and you follow his instruction, regretfully so.

“Keep it spread fo’ me.” You spread yourself open with two fingers, bucking up to chase the sensation of your vibrator. “Fuck, such a good girl fo’ me. Doing anything I tell her.” He grasps his hardness over the cloth of the boxers, the grey fabric sticking to his skin and forming a wet patch where his precome is leaking.

He strokes himself a couple of times before removing the last piece of clothing on his body, finally letting you see the place where his tattoo connects, but most importantly his cock.

It’s so pretty, lengthy, and a girth that would scare you if it weren’t for how long you’ve been dreaming of this moment. It bobs between his legs as he crawls over the bed to you and the pink on its head is glistening, you wish you could clean it up with your tongue right now.

You think he must also have an oral fixation because the moment he reaches you and settles between your open legs he chunks the vibrator to the side of the bed to cover your wetness with his mouth.

Curious tongue running over the mess you made, the sounds he’s making giving away how much he’s enjoying getting a taste.

“Can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this. You taste like heaven, princess.” He’s raising as he mutters the words. He takes one look at your withering figure from above, before letting a glob of spit fall on your cunt.

Ran bends and goes right back in, the muscles on his shoulders moving along as his hands come up to hold your thighs open before you can crush his head, you can already feel the bruises from the tight grip forming on the skin.

It’s like the wet dreams that have been plaguing your mind ever since he cut his hair have finally turned into reality. His shorts locks are peeking from between your thighs and you’re gripping them for dear life as he feasts on you, mouth sucking around your clit and lilac eyes peeking from below your mound with a stare so intense that you can feel your legs trembling from that alone.

When his fingers join in the fun you feel yourself getting closer, he’s moving them in a come hither motion and hitting your spot just right. He’s not building up momentum or taking his time in opening you up, that’s how desperate he is. Two of them are fucking into you quickly and with precision, while his dexterous tongue flicks your bundle of nerves.

“Ran, fuck, you look so good between my legs,” You can feel him smirking against you, the boost of ego you know he needs to get him right where you want him.

“I’m gonna cum, plea– please, don’t stop.” The problem is that Ran doesn’t exactly like being told what to do, and he’s being greedy now. He has waited too long to have you, he can’t possibly wait anymore.

He stops his movements, triggering a cry on your part. You nearly kick him with one of your feet but he’s fast enough to move to the edge of the bed, sitting in front of the full-length mirror that covers your wardrobe and conveniently faces the mattress.

You stare at him, spread legs and hard length resting on his lower abdomen as he settles reclined on the palm of his hands. “Come sit on my cock.”

You’re facing his back, laying down on the bed still, and from your position you get to admire the tattoo on his back, and how his muscles flex beneath the skin every time he moves. His body is as sinful as it can be, he drips sex and makes you want to mold yourself to him and never let go. It has always scared you, this pull he has on you, but now he’s the one inviting you over. It’s not the time to shy away.

He’s watching you from the reflection in the mirror as you get up. Your naked body is to him like a tall glass of water after weeks without drinking, he feels like he would die right here, right now, if you were to walk away without letting him have a sip.

Even his wet dreams – yes, you’re not the only one fantasizing about your best friend – don’t compare to the sight of you standing in front of his spread legs looking down at him.

“Uh nah, turn around pretty,” he prompts when he sees you’re about to straddle his lap. He enjoys the sight of you doing whatever he tells you to without even having to touch your body, and he stores that information inside a little drawer in his head for later.

You finally sit down, sliding against his hot skin until you’re resting only half of your weight on his thighs. His cock is now sandwiched between your bodies, and he groans when your asscheeks rub against it while you are wiggling onto him purposely.

“I said sit on my cock, I want you on top of it.”

You’re about to fuck your best friend, it doesn’t seem real. Should the two of you even be doing this? This will change everything forever, there would be no going back from it.

You know that once he’s gonna slide inside you you won’t be able to look at any other man ever again. You barely do now, anyway.

Your right hand goes under you to grasp his length, the angle is uncomfortable but you make it work enough to give him a few pumps. His girth feels hot in your hold, and you bring it to your opening to tease yourself with his wet tip.

“Fuck baby, don’t tease me.” The reflection in the mirror shows his tensed body in all his glory, and you get a glimpse of his hands buried in the sheets, he’s gripping the fabric so tight you think blood might’ve stopped flowing.

Ran is trying not to buck up into you, he’s giving you time to adjust to his size, and you realize how needed it is when you finally lower yourself on it.

You’re watching the scene unfold in the mirror, how his cock is slowly sinking inside of you. The stretch leaves you with a burning feeling and when you nearly reach his base you realize how full you are. All your bumps and ridges are being deliciously stroked by his skin.

Your lips fall open in a pant and Ran is groaning right by your ear as he straightens his posture and bends slightly over your body. “I’ve been dreaming of this for years,” he confesses while his hands grasp the fat of your thighs, spreading you to him as he loops your legs over his, keeping them open just like that with his knees.

He can’t believe his eyes when he gets to fully glimpse how far he’s stretching your cunt with his cock. All the patience in the world wouldn’t help him hold back anymore.

He bucks up into you, having you take his cock down to the base. You let out a shriek at how big he feels inside, and after that, he starts moving. Being on top made you, at first, feel like you could be in control, but it seems like the orders he was barking at you weren’t the only thing he was planning on doing on his part.

Ran starts pounding into you from below, strong thighs helping him in bucking up. You’re being split open on his cock and he’s enjoying the show. The sound of skin slapping against skin is so sinful, but your eyes are now closed in pleasure as you’re reduced to nothing but a moaning mess. His thrusts are so powerful that it takes you very little time to lose your mind.

He’s calling for you, you can hear his deep voice and feel his hot breath on your ear after you slumped against his bigger body, resting your leaned-back head on the crook of his neck. “Mhmh, open your eyes, pretty girl,” like the good girl you are, you do as said, even if you’re struggling to keep them open when his thrusts don’t let up, but instead seem to be getting deeper every time you do something he asks of you right.

He grabs your chin with his thumb and pointer, redirecting your line of sight towards the mirror, where you can see his heavy balls slap over your glistening skin from below. “Look at how much you’re dripping, that’s how I slid in so quickly.” You whimper at that, Ran always had a way with words that could get to you even when nothing of sorts was being said, always the teasing one, but now that he’s running his mouth with all these dirty thoughts you can’t help but be even more affected than usual.

“You take my cock like a pro, mh. You like it, don’t you, my pretty little slut? Oh, I just know you’re loving this. Bet your little vibrator couldn’t make you feel this good.”

He’s pressing down on your belly, making the pressure on your navel feel ten times more intense, and all you can focus on is how he’s spreading you open. “It’s so big Ran- Ah,” he thinks your words are gonna get to his head. He has to keep a solid grip on you not to melt at your praise, “Fuck Ran, please, please baby.”

“What is it that you want, use your words.”

“I wanna come, pleasee, I need it so bad,” He loves how polite you are, asking for it with a please. He’d give it to you no matter what, but he appreciates how much you’re trying for him. He knows you can get a little hot-headed, or maybe he just found that one field where you finally succumb and let others take care of you.

Ran reaches over to the forgotten toy and switches it back on before placing it over your neglected and pulsating clit. He never had anything against sex toys, he doesn’t see the harm in using them to bring more pleasure to his partners. He knows you could come from his cock alone, but he needs to feel you gushing around him right about now, before he loses it. He wants to see you dripping to the ground before he fills you up to the brim.

You grasp a handful of his hair and pull it without shame as he fucks you with abandon while rubbing your clit with the vibrating toy. He has to hold your thigh open with one of his big hands because you keep clenching your muscles, and he needs to watch as you come undone.

“Fuuck,” you’re cursing loudly, without a care for your poor neighbors who must be going crazy with the loud noises at such a late hour.

Ran is hitting all the right places, he’s prodding and searching all over your body like he needs to study it, to learn it, and knowing him and how attentive he is, you’re sure that the next time it will take him half of the time to get you there. Or maybe he’ll use his knowledge to drag it out like the teasing little shit he is.

But who said anything about a next time? You’re not even sure as to why the two of you have fallen into bed together, but what you know with certainty is that you’re perception of Ran has shifted the moment he cut his hair.

It might be crazy, ruining a years-long friendship over something so trivial, but it’s like your best friend Ran was the one with the braids, and the one you’re sitting on top of, who’s kissing your neck and whispering sweet praises in your ear, who’s bulkier and more charming and wears purple striped suits, is someone else entirely, but someone that you love all the same.

You’ll always cherish your braided Ran as your friend, but this older version of him will not be able to live inside your mind while battling your feelings as you’ve always done.

The man in the mirror looks at you with lust, but under all of that is the shade of his unchanging lavender hues, the ones who have been staring at you with unnamed affection for years. Maybe it’s time to let go of that uncertainty and fall into him once and for all.

“Ran, I’m gonna come.” He’s so good at reading your body already that he doesn’t stop, he just forgoes the vibrator opting to massage your clit with his thumb, spreading you open with two fingers, while his other hand reaches your boobs. He knows how sensitive they are, he remembers you telling him once, and that’s why he has avoided touching them until now.

His fingers alternate pinching and pulling at the erected nipples, and his hand grasps the entirety of your left beast to pull you down as you try to fight his thrusting and press you onto him.

He noses at your cheek, inviting you to meet him for a kiss. It’s a deep one, with tongues entangling and teeth bumping against each other, he has to rein you in as you’re panting and mumbling.

You don’t have the strength to speak anymore, but Ran knows the exact moment you dangle and trip over the edge because you squeeze him so tight he lets out a string of curses.

He feels you gushing around him, the squelch of wetness becoming even more loud making his cheeks tint red. He’s never been shy when it comes to sex, but the way he’s fucking you now it’s so nasty that he can’t believe how you’re letting him. His sweet girl.

Now that you’ve come on his cock, he slows down his hips to avoid overstimulating you, and he helps you regain your breathing as he kisses your cheek, “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Mh- Fuck,” Your cunt is squeezing him so hard, coherent thoughts are slowly leaving his mind in favor of you. Nothing else matters now but you.

Ran has to gather all of his remaining strength to slip from you and lay you down on your white sheets. Big eyes are looking up at him as he just hung the moon and the stars, and from his position, he gets to watch your face contort in pleasure as he slides right back inside your wet heat.

“Ran-“ “I know, baby.” Your nails are raking down his chest, red marks showing up on the untattooed side of his body. Your neck is straining as you press the back of your head into the pillow, and he eyes the still unblemished skin before placing his lips on your pulse point, sucking and biting as he goes.

His thrusts are slow but deep, you can feel the heat building up in the pit of your belly all over again. You buck up against him, watching as he lets out moan after moan, getting closer to his end. He sounds so fucking good.

He wants to drag this out, scared of what might come after the both of you come down from your highs, so he pins down the side of your hips with one hand, resting on his hunches as he grasps both of your wrists in the other and raises them over your head.

He’s circling his hips now, rubbing his navel against your clit and relishing in all the pretty noises you’re letting out.

“Pretty girl- can you come fo’ me one more time? You’ve been s’good to me, gimme another. Just one- one more,” Ran’s voice is strangled, he’s trying to hide how much the pulsing of your cunt is affecting him, with very little success. His balls are strained and heavy with cum, he wants you to come around him as paints your walls in white.

You’re moving to break free from his grip but his strength doesn’t let you, so you try begging for him, “Rannn, more! Please, need more, I’m so close- Wanna cum.” You’re whining, sweat running down your body, he looks at how your skin is glistening and wants to lick you up.

Ran has never been able to tell you no, so he moves the hand that was holding you down to your neck, thumb resting over your pulse as he squeezes enough to make you feel it. His hips resume his thrusting with a purpose.

“Cream on my cock, ‘m gonna fill you up, angel,” and you do just that, on command. Ran thinks you ruined every other woman for him, right there and there. It’s like you were fucking made for him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, babygirl.”

He’s right behind you, mouth parting as he groans and repeats your name like a fucking prayer. You’re arching your back, your chests are pressed together and Ran swears he can hear the sound of your heartbeat as he fills you up with cum.

With scrunched-up eyebrows and eyelids fighting to stay open, his purple eyes are taking you in. Your legs are locked behind his back and his hips keep pressing against yours as he slowly drags out your highs, cum dripping down his thighs as he tries to fuck it back into you.

“Fuck, I feel so full,” you manage to let out in surprise after regaining your breath. Ran lets go of you the moment his mind is clearer, and when you feel him slip out from within you, for a moment you’re scared he’s gonna get dressed and leave you laying there.

But Ran just parts your legs before you can close them in shyness, and takes one good look at the mess you’ve both made before diving in. He’s happy he’s gotten to fuck you raw, so now he gets to taste how good you are together.

You’re still so sensitive that when his tongue makes contact with your folds, you tremble. He takes his time in eating it out of you, loud smacks and wet noises can be heard as he does, along with his hums of approval, “Mhh, taste so fucking good, baby. Wanna try?”

You furiously nod at that, dragging him away from your heat before he gets in his head that he needs to make you come again; you don’t think you’d be able to do that now, the overstimulation from those simple touches already taking you to the verge of crying for him.

Ran finally kisses you again, tongue slipping past your lips to make do with his promise, and you moan in appreciation at the taste of you combined. Everything he does is just so fucking hot.

He doesn’t stop once you do, and risks stripping you of your breath completely, but you’re not any better. The last thing you want now is for him to not kiss you anymore, so you grip his infamous hair once again, scratching his scalp with your nails as you’ve always liked doing to get a reaction out of him.

Ran shakes in your hold, he has to pull away or he’s gonna fuck you all over. He can feel himself getting hard against your thigh, so he decides to leave your embrace. He’s aware of the elephant in the room, and his maturity is screaming at him to talk things out before he can fall right back into it.

“Ran… please, don’t leave,” he glances back at you because of the way your voice breaks while muttering that sentence. His heart clenches when he sees your lash line glisten with unshed tears, so his hands find their way to your pretty face to hold it as he stands close to the edge of the bed, bending over you. He kisses the tip of your nose, then takes your mouth in a chaste kiss.

“‘M not going anywhere, my love. Just need to take care of my pretty girl. Give me one minute and I’ll be right back, okay?”

A simple “‘mkay,” leaves your lips in a mumble, and Ran helps remove the sheet from under your spent body to cover you with it before leaving the room.

It takes you a few seconds to elaborate on everything. Aside from what happened in the past hour, you’re now fixating on the names he just called you. My love. My pretty girl.

His? You definitely are, you just didn’t think he knew.

Once he steps back in the room, you notice he’s cleaned himself up and wore his discarded boxers. You take him in while he walks closer, silently appreciating his physique as you’re used to doing. But this time you get to recognize the bruises and red marks littering his body as something you’ve done yourself.

As promised, he’s carrying a wet towel and a bottle of water, and he carefully cleans you up with the former.

After making sure you’re hydrated, he settles by your side under the sheets and drapes his arms around your waist as both of you lay on your respective sides, facing one another.

“I was planning on giving you a gift, after the party was over, y’know? But you just had to run away,” he lets out a big sigh, as if thinking back to your fight makes him drained all over again.

“What is it?” You ask, as curious as always. He loves this side of you. He loves you, actually.

“I gave Rin one of my braids after I cut them off. I was thinking about giving you the other one,” your eyes widen, and the movement of your fingers running over his collarbone stops as you ponder over his words. “I know how much you like them, so did I. Want my two favorite people to keep them safe for me.”

Your heart has never beaten this fast, you think it might start overheating and set your whole body on fire. You bat your eyelashes, willing the tears away as you hook your hands under his face, gently stroking his jaw.

“Thank you,” is the last thing you whisper before closing the distance, repaying him with another short but sweet kiss.

When you separate, you lean your forehead against his and he softly calls your name. In the closeness of your embrace, you meet his lavender haze, “I love you.”

The only thing that follows his sentence is silence. You think you must’ve fallen asleep, this has to be another one of your dreams, one of those sweet ones you used to have when Ran still had his braids and the two of you were younger.

Ran could easily take your stillness as an answer. He could fall victim to his hidden insecurities and make you think he meant it in a platonic way to somewhat try and save what remains of your friendship. But he knows that no matter what your response to his confession might be, he wouldn’t take it back for the world. There’s simply no getting over you.

“Don’t misunderstand,” He knows how much you overthink, that’s why he should’ve said this before. “I’m in love with you, always have been.”

You think your heart must’ve stopped completely now.

“Ran…” “Sh, I know, it’s okay.” He feels the need to comfort you straight away, to let you know that not sharing his feelings is okay. He’s always gonna be there for you, no matter what. “God, Ran, I love you so much.”

The lips that suddenly find his, again and again, are not the only thing taking his breath away. Both of you cannot believe how stupid you are, how you’ve been in love this whole time while thinking the other could never see you that way. His hands are all over your heated skin, caressing down your back as you hold him closer.

“Want you to be mine, baby.”

“‘m yours Ran,” his kisses are spreading everywhere he can reach, he’s getting drunk on you once again. Bitten lips part to let out panting breaths, and you notice soon enough how the newfound confessions are affecting not only yours truly.

Heady eyes and tinted cheeks present themselves to you. You think the marron of his natural blush and the shade of purple staining his pale skin look a lot like the color of the hair that started this all. You love it already, just like you love him.

And Ran lets you happily grip onto it as he takes you again and again, that night. No more wet dreams that leave you running away from him, he’s gonna make sure to fill your nights with something that’ll make you want him even closer, every day, from now on.

Right before falling asleep, as dawn leaves space for daylight behind your closed curtains, you take one last look at your sleepy Ran.

You comb back his messy hair to uncover his pretty face, softly kissing his forehead before falling into a dreamless sleep. There’s no need for dreaming anymore, you have everything you want and need right here in your arms.

Might have to send his hairstylist a bottle of wine as thanks, though.

[ageingfangirl2]

Imagine Being Bonten's Receptionist (Bonten x F Reader) - Tokyo Revengers

PART 15: HANGOVERS SUCK

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN

Same Morning - Bonten HQ

The elevator dings, and you walk in, sunglasses on, hair in a claw clip, holding a giant iced coffee like it’s a lifeline. There’s something extra about you today. Still yourself, but with a little more gloss. A little more glow.

Sanzu’s the first to notice, because of course he is. He’s leaned against a wall like he’s been waiting all morning for drama to strike.

‘Look who made it home in one piece,’ he drawls with a crooked grin, ‘And not a single mugshot in sight. Disappointed.’

You lift your coffee in salute, ‘Give it time.’

Ran, nearby and smug, doesn’t even look up from his phone, ‘Told you I returned her in mint condition.’

You shoot him a look over your sunglasses, a mix of gratitude and please never repeat anything I said in that car again. He just smirks.

Koko, watching from across the room, taps away at his keyboard but says without looking up, ‘Glad to see you’re alive. My inbox had bets going both ways.’

‘Wait, there were bets?’ you ask, blinking.

‘Only friendly ones,’ Koko replies smoothly, ‘Though Rindou owes me lunch now.’

Rindou groans from his desk, spinning lazily in his chair, ‘You didn’t answer your phone for like an hour. I assumed the worst. Or karaoke.’

‘It was almost karaoke,’ Ran says under his breath, sipping his drink.

You point at him, ‘You said that was between us.’

Kakucho walks by holding a tablet, pausing just long enough to say softly, ‘Glad you're okay.’ His words are sincere — the quiet kind that land and linger.

Mochi grunts as he walks in from a side room, reading over a report. He pauses, eyes scanning you quickly, like he's checking for damage. Satisfied, he just nods, ‘Next time you go out, tell someone. Or bring backup.’

Takeomi trails in after him, sipping something strong and caffeinated, ‘Preferably backup who isn't Ran.’

You snort and hold up your hand like a Girl Scout, ‘Noted.’

You settle at your desk and the office slips back into its usual controlled chaos, but there’s something warmer in the air now. Ran occasionally glances your way and you catch him once, raising a brow. He just shrugs like, what?

Around mid morning you’re in the breakroom alone when Ran steps in, casually leaning against the counter like he’s not here on purpose, ‘You good?’ he asks, keeping it light.

You nod, then tilt your head, ‘Weirdly, yeah. I expected to feel worse. But...thanks for the rescue.’

Ran watches you for a beat, then reaches into his coat and pulls out something ridiculous: a tiny novelty first-aid kit shaped like a heart, ‘For future emotional emergencies,’ he says, deadpan.

You burst out laughing, ‘What—what is this?’

‘You’d be surprised how often people cry in my car. You’ve got good stats, though. Just jokes and weird confessions.’

You smile, warm and genuine, ‘Seriously though...I’m happy you had that meeting or drinks nearby otherwise I would have been lost.’

He shrugs, ‘You’re one of us now. Even if you don’t do crime.’

‘Only Minecraft crime,’ you remind him.

He taps the counter next to you, ‘Next time, I’m teaching you karaoke. Just in case.’

That a threat?’ you question.

‘It’s a promise,’ he states firmly.

You both laugh, and it’s easy. Simple. For once, Bonten doesn’t feel like crime lords and blood on their hands. Just...coworkers. Maybe friends. Definitely trouble.

You’re definitely feeling the effects of the night before. Your head is definitely floating a little too high above your shoulders. Every sip of your iced coffee is like a lifeline, but it doesn’t seem to be doing much more than keeping you from slumping face-first into your desk.

Koko eyes her from across the room as you silently struggle to open a new email. He leans back in his chair, clicking his pen a few times, ‘You still alive over there?’

You give him a thumbs up without looking up, ‘Just...fine. Living the dream. Sipping coffee that has enough caffeine to fuel a rocket. It’s great. I’m thriving.’

He snorts, clearly entertained by your half-hearted attempt at a joke, ‘We’re having a staff meeting in twenty. I’m sure you’ll be thriving by then.’

‘Perfect. I love pretending I’m not hungover while everyone else knows I am,’ you mutter, swiping your mouse across the desk.

Sanzu, who has been keeping an eye on you all morning, suddenly decides to test your ability to function while a little hungover. He casually strolls over to your desk, holding a small pen in one hand.

‘Hey,”’he says, dropping it just near your desk with deliberate slowness.

Without missing a beat, you reach out, fingers quick as lightning, and catch it mid-air. You hold it up, unphased, and give him a half-amused glance, ‘Seriously? That all you got?’ you quip, your reflexes still sharp despite the lingering effects of alcohol.

Sanzu grins, clearly impressed, ‘You make it look easy. I was expecting some flailing.’

You raise your eyebrows, shaking your head slightly, ‘If I flail, who’s going to do your paperwork when you mess something up?’

As the day drags on, you find yourself sinking into the rhythm of the office — small talk here, quick decisions there, and endless typing. The caffeine’s doing its job, but the exhaustion still lingers. By lunchtime, you’re already planning how to spend your evening: early bed, maybe watch a comfort show, and let your body fully recover.

But the Bonten members aren’t letting her slip away quietly.

Koko drops off a sandwich at your desk with a knowing look, ‘Eat something before you actually die.’

You look up at him, trying to seem grateful despite feeling like a zombie, ‘I’m fine. Really.’ But you can’t resist, ‘Thanks, Koko.’

He just gives you a pointed look, ‘Sure. But don’t expect me to save you from paperwork if you pass out in it.’

‘Noted,’ you mutter, unwrapping the sandwich and taking a bite.

As the afternoon wears on, you’re doing the best you can — taking care of the little tasks, answering phone calls, shuffling paperwork. Your usual upbeat demeanor is a little more muted today, but there’s still a spark of the old you underneath.

Finally, as the day winds down, Ran walks by your desk, pausing to look at you. His voice is low and steady, ‘You hanging in there? Don’t make me send you home early.’

You force a smile, ‘I’m fine. I’ll get through the rest of the day. Don’t worry.’

He watches you for a moment longer, then nods, ‘Alright. Just don’t push yourself too hard, okay?’

You meet his gaze, your smile softening, ‘Thanks, Ran. I’ll be okay. I appreciate it...and everything else.’

Ran gives a small, subtle smile, ‘Anytime.’

As the office empties out for the night and you finally pack up your things, you feel the weight of the day lifting, but also the sense of quiet appreciation that’s settled in your chest. This strange, bizarre family you’ve become a part of, they’ve got your back, and you’re finally realizing just how much that means.

The door closes behind you as you step out, the night air cool against your skin, and for the first time in a while, you let yourself breathe.

[zerokurokawa]

Enemies to lovers with izana or ran. But the reader has a traumatic past so she has severe social anxiety. PLEAAASEEEEE!! I just read your work and I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THEM

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Not My Fault | Izana x Reader (Enemies to Lovers: Part One)

Izana was the leader of Tenjiku and you knew he had been at fault for the multiple bad things that had been happening around the city of Tokyo. You tried your best to avoid him, however, trouble always found its' way to you. Red coats would scatter the streets as you made your way down the sidewalk; hoping they would just ignore you. Turning the corner, you felt as if someone was following you; watching your every move. 

As you were rounding the corner, you found yourself with a sight of multiple men beating up another opposing gang member. That's when you spotted the white haired man, the one who you despised. You and Izana had a past with him trying to recruit you into his new gang, however, you rejected his advances and ever since then, you felt as if he had followed you. He knew that you were a trained fighter and a good one at that. He kept a close eye on you even though you had made it clear you didn't like him nor would you follow him. You turn to walk away before sharp eyes snapped in your direction, calling your name. 

"Y/n... come here." Izana said as he landed another kick to the poor guys' stomach before laying him down completely. You continued to walk even faster, knowing that you were no match for Izana Kurokawa. Footsteps followed you and next thing you knew, you were in an ally way with a gate closed off. 

"Great, dead end..." you muttered to yourself. You turned around to see him with three other Tenjiku members behind him. 

"Dead end indeed. Now can we talk business or are you going to run away like you always do?" Izana spat in a sarcastic tone. 

"I want nothing to do with you or your evil antics, Kurokawa." You spat back, backing up against the gate as he approached you. 

"Just join me and you will have nothing else to worry about. I need a female fighter on my side when we go against Toman." He tilted his head to the side and stepped forward, now only a few feet away. 

"You don't need a female fighter, you want a female fighter. There is a difference." Your back was now fully pressed against the gate, not allowing you an escape. 

"Okay... you caught me. Maybe I want you because not only are you strong, but you're smart, cunning, and might I add, adorable." A crooked smile spread across his face as he said these words, making you turn your head to the ground. You had to admit, although Izana was evil and ruthless, he knew how to make someone feel small. 

You didn't say anything. Instead, you go to make a break for it around him. You felt his arm stop you dead in your tracks as his men stood guard, ready to catch you unless he didn't. 

"Kurokawa-" He stops you mid sentence. 

"It's Izana to you and you only." He stated, still holding you by your waist tightly. You start to back up again but he didn't loosen his grip on you. He looked down at you with his lilac eyes and leaned in to your ear, "Grab a bite to eat with me and we'll talk it over." 

His words rang through your ears, making you even more uncomfortable than before. He was always scolding you, stalking you, making you afraid to even leave your own house but now he's offering to take you out to eat? It made no sense at all. You stood there in shock, thinking how you could possibly get yourself out of this situation. You glanced over at the three Tenjiku men and then looked back at Izana. 

"Izana, I will go eat with you on one condition." You decided on a split second with no time to think. All you knew was that your fight or flight senses were through the roof. 

"And the condition is?" He asked, somewhat softly. 

"You leave me alone afterwards." You stated, looking at him sternly. 

"Deal. Now let's go." He then grabbed your arm and practically drug you behind him, shooing off his men. 

After a few moments of walking with him, in silence, you arrived at a restaurant clearly chosen by Izana. Picking a booth in the far back with dim lighting, he sat across from you with a stoic look on his face. His arms were on the table with his fingers intertwined as you sat with your hands under your thighs, clearly uncomfortable. 

"So, hear me out before you make your ultimate decision." He stared into your eyes. 

"Go on." 

"If you join me, there will be money involved. You won't have to fight unless I deem it necessary. I can also offer you protection and a place to live if you need so." 

"I don't need any of those things, Izana." You responded as you took a drink of your water. 

"But I know you want them. I know you and your mother don't get along. I know that you are working and struggling to pay the bills. I know that-" You had cut him off mid sentence, choking on your water. 

"How do you know all of this?" You asked with your brows furrowed. 

"Ive been keeping a close eye on you. I also know that Toman is trying to recruit you as well. You're a level three black belt. Ive personally heard stories of your fighting skills and I know that you would succeed with us." He leaned back into his seat and put his hands in his pockets. 

"I can manage without the criminal activity." 

"We will do all the dirty work. We just need you on our side." He said softly. You knew what he was doing - manipulating you into thinking you were a dire asset to the gang. 

"Can I think about it?" You asked, still trying to at least escape the current situation you were in. 

"I'll let you think about it. You have three days to make up your mind." 

"And if I say no?" You asked, tilting your head to the side out of curiosity. 

"Things might get bad for you then." He said as he stood up rather quickly and made his exit. You weren't even able to get a word in before you heard the door slam. Turning around, you see him walk off rather quickly. Taking in a deep breath, you reminded yourself that you had a decision to make.  

(A\N: This is my first time writing since I lost my dearest love. Please forgive me if it's not great and forgive me for being extremely late on it. <\3)

[thishouseisdangerous]

THAT'S JUST HOW IT GOES | R.HAITANI

SUMMARY: Loving once more was the woman's greatest fear, the heartbreak that she experienced from her first love had broken her down in ways that she never thought it would. But, why would the one who broke her into parts come back like a ghost. His own heart as destroyed as how he had left the woman's heart.

NOW PLAYING: that's just how it goes - role model

CONTENT WARNING: canon related, not canon compliant (ha), author regrets nothing, bonten!rindou x fem oc, rindou seems slightly ooc but i promise you its for a reason (you will get why i say he is ooc from the prologue), oc is an akashi but has an awful relationship with her brothers, rindou is married, infidelity (...), smut, gang violence, murder, mentions of suicide/poor mental health, inappropriate use of guns and knifes, drugs, angst, slowburn, happy ending (i gotchu), dark content/themes

NOTE: i be dreaming, so i am writing to escape the crushing reality of life and university; this is super duper self-indulgent, and thats why its an oc. i love this oc sm and i love rindou sm. pls be kind, i am just writing because i like to write, and if this isn't your type of content, then you can click off anytime! to anyone who does enjoy this, thank you <3 please be mindful to remember that these group of individuals are flawed and have committed violent crimes that i do not support in real life, this is all fiction! updates will like posted at the latest every two weeks bc i want my work to be perfect :3

PLAYLIST

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO (COMING SOON!)

CHAPTER THREE (COMING SOON!)

CHAPTER FOUR (COMING SOON!)

CHAPTER FIVE (COMING SOON!)

CHAPTER SIX (COMING SOON!)

CHAPTER SEVEN (COMING SOON!)

CHAPTER EIGHT (COMING SOON!)

CHAPTER NINE (COMING SOON!)

CHAPTER TEN (COMING SOON!)

all work on this page belongs to @thishouseisdangerous , don't steal or copy my work :(

[asirensrage]

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬…𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛

𝑨 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒅, 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏 (+ 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒎𝒂). 𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆.

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 (𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭): 𝘒𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥…𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰. 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘹 𝘖𝘊

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 (𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭): 𝘙𝘦𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩…𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘙𝘢𝘯 𝘹 𝘖𝘊 𝘹 𝘙𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶 - coming soon

𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝: 𝘒𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩…𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘖𝘊 (𝘹 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘶…𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦) – 𝘛𝘰 𝘉𝘦 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯

𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝: 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘐𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦…𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘴. 𝘒𝘰𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘪 𝘹 𝘖𝘊 – 𝘛𝘰 𝘉𝘦 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯

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[rinupi]

"cuz i like seeing you so focused."

[togament]

TOKYO REVENGERS SEASON 4 ANNOUNCEMENT (REAL)?!?! New character in Bonten?!? Rindou… m-m-MARRIED? (number 10 will shock you!)

[c-monthecob]

Before I started TR I fully believed this oc was a character in the manga. When I watched it for the first time and they introduced the brothers I thought they cut him out for like budget cuts or something 😭