#Tokyo rev mikey

[missmadella]

Stitches & Signals (Bonten x Reader)

Different scenarios with Bonten have been running wild in my head, and I tried to write them like a story to make it a bit easier to read. I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: You’re Bonten's darling, the emotional heart of the gang, and while they’re tough, you bring a lighthearted, fearless energy to the group. With your playful nature and quick wit, you’ve caught the attention of the Bonten members, not only for your charm but also for your uncanny ability to read people and situations. Whether you're accidentally stumbling into important meetings or catching someone lying, you always seem to know exactly how to handle things, keeping the gang on their toes.

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The meeting room was silent, filled with smoke, tension, and false pleasantries.

A rival gang leader was seated stiffly at one end of the long black table, running through negotiations that sounded carefully rehearsed—too carefully. Across from him sat Bonten’s elite: Mikey at the head, cold and unreadable. Kakucho beside him, arms crossed and eyes sharp. Sanzu was spinning a butterfly knife into the wood between his fingers. Ran and Rindou looked like they were either deeply amused or two seconds from violence.

And in the plush white couch tucked near the window?

You.

Legs curled under you, oversized cardigan slipping off one shoulder, crocheting.

The quiet click-click of your hook against soft red yarn was the only gentle sound in the room. You were calm. Humming. Content.

You were the softest thing in Bonten headquarters—and, somehow, the most untouchable.

Not Mikey’s. Not Sanzu’s. Not anyone’s. You were Bonten’s darling. Their little light in a place built on blood.

So when you paused, head tilted ever so slightly, and your fingers stilled mid-stitch… they noticed.

You didn’t interrupt. You didn’t speak.

You just watched the rival boss—watched how his eyes flicked to the door, how he licked his lips too fast, how his words started to run together with too much confidence.

He was lying.

You finished the row anyway. Knotted it. Snipped the yarn clean.

Then you stood up and padded softly over to the table.

The man kept talking, but Bonten watched you.

Mikey leaned back just enough for you to approach. Without a word, you held up the scarf.

“Finished it~,” you said gently, like there wasn’t a storm building around the table.

“For me?” Mikey asked, already knowing.

You nodded and reached forward to loop the scarf around his neck. As you adjusted it, your fingers brushed his hand, and you tapped it—twice.

No words. Just the signal.

Two taps. He’s lying.

Mikey’s eyes didn’t move, but his hand rose to yours, catching your wrist gently. He tugged you down—not into the chair next to him, but into his lap. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You giggled softly and nestled in sideways, yarn in your lap. His arm came around your waist, loose but protective.

Kakucho shifted to give you more room. Rindou offered you the yarn ball that had rolled away. Sanzu paused his spinning knife and leaned forward, lips curling.

You began crocheting again, perfectly calm.

The rival boss blinked. “Uh…”

Ran leaned back lazily. “Y’know,” he said, “you’d think people would stop lying when she’s in the room.”

“She doesn’t even know what we’re discussing,” the boss scoffed. “She’s just… what? A trophy wife?”

Silence.

Then—

Kakucho stood up.

Ran dropped his smile.

Rindou cracked his knuckles, and even Sanzu stopped twirling the knife.

“She’s not a wife,” Sanzu said, slowly and darkly. “She’s family.”

“She’s the reason you’re still breathing,” Rindou added, voice light, dangerous.

Mikey didn’t speak. He just looked at the man across the table with the calm, soul-freezing stillness that always came before something ugly.

You leaned your head back against his chest and murmured, “Can I stab him?”

“No,” Mikey said flatly.

“Please?”

“…Maybe later.”

The scarf looped again. The yarn tugged gently.

You didn’t need to say more. You’d already said everything that mattered—without a single word.

And Bonten handled the rest.

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The meeting room had long since emptied. Well—emptied of outsiders.

The rival boss had been escorted out—barely. His crew trailed after him, pale and shaken, murmuring apologies they weren’t sure would matter.

Bonten hadn’t followed. They didn’t need to.

Instead, they stayed behind—because you stayed.

Now, you were curled up on the massive sectional in Bonten’s private lounge, swallowed in a black hoodie you “borrowed” from Sanzu’s room (you never gave it back). Your bare feet rested on Mikey’s thigh, your head leaned gently against Ran’s shoulder, and your yarn sat nestled beside you like a pet.

You were halfway through a new scarf—this one a deep plum purple.

“Is that one for me?” Ran asked, flicking a lock of your hair with casual fondness.

You hummed. “Nope.”

He gasped like you’d stabbed him.

“Betrayal.”

“It’s for Rindou,” you said, winking as the younger Haitani brother beamed from the bar. He raised a glass in your direction like you’d just handed him a crown.

“Hell yeah,” Rindou grinned. “I win.”

“You didn’t win,” Sanzu called from where he was hanging upside down off the arm of the couch, a lollipop in his mouth and a knife in his sock for some reason. “You just exist in her favor. We all do.”

You didn’t look up. “Exactly.”

Kakucho, seated in the corner with a tablet in hand, let a rare smile pull at his mouth. “She really is the only one of us that makes sense.”

You turned your face into Ran’s shoulder, hiding a laugh.

“I'm not even a part of the meetings," you teased. "I’m just the designated emotional support human."

Mikey’s hand, resting on your ankle, flexed slightly.

“You do more than you realize,” he said simply. His voice was soft—but the weight behind it made everyone pause.

The truth was: you saw what they couldn’t. Not just lies. Not just danger.

You saw them. All of them. And never flinched.

You tapped your crochet hook lightly against the edge of the couch and looked up at them—these terrifying men, these broken pieces of Tokyo’s underworld—and smiled like they were just your boys.

“Okay,” you said, stretching a little, “who’s next?”

Ran immediately raised his hand. “Me. You said Rindou, but I know you didn’t mean it.”

“I did mean it,” you said sweetly.

“Traitorous.”

Kakucho cleared his throat. “She started mine last week. She’s just pretending she forgot.”

“I didn’t forget,” you said, mock-offended. “Yours is the olive green one. With the pattern that looks like waves.”

Kakucho’s ears turned a little pink.

You didn’t call him out for it.

Sanzu rolled onto his stomach, chin on his hands, swinging his legs like a child. “Can mine have blood splatter in it?”

“No.”

“Fake blood?”

“Still no.”

“Ugh.”

Mikey hadn’t said anything else, but his fingers traced slow, absent-minded patterns against your ankle as the room buzzed around you. You weren’t sure he was even listening.

But then he spoke.

“Red. For mine.”

You blinked. “You already have a scarf.”

“I want another.”

You smiled gently. “Okay.”

He looked at you—really looked at you—and there was something unreadable in his gaze. Something you didn’t press.

Because Bonten didn’t need declarations. Not with you.

You were the only person they didn’t have to guard themselves from.

You resumed your stitching, your yarn looping like quiet magic through your fingers, and the room settled into a strange sort of peace.

Danger would return tomorrow. Blood, chaos, negotiations.

But tonight?

Bonten was warm. And you were exactly where you belonged.

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“I’m out of red,” you mumbled, staring into your yarn basket like it had personally betrayed you.

The rest of the room went still.

Ran, who was painting your nails for fun, glanced up. “You mean like... one of the reds?”

You held up your little yarn ball dramatically. “No. The red. Mikey’s red. The soft one.”

Sanzu’s eyes narrowed. “Who used it up?”

“I did,” you sighed. “Because I made Mikey’s scarf... and a matching headband... and maybe a heart-shaped coaster for my tea.”

Kakucho blinked slowly from across the room. “So… you need more?”

You nodded, bottom lip pushed out in a soft pout. “But I don’t wanna go alone.”

You didn’t have to say more.

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The bell above the door jingled softly, but the atmosphere inside the store immediately shifted. The Bonten men had entered. Six of them. Tall, brooding, and intensely intimidating in the yarn aisle.

The first employee behind the counter blinked in shock as they walked in like a storm—a mix of mafia vibes and... yarn. Their eyes darted to each other nervously. One pulled out their phone, half-tempted to call for backup.

At the head of the pack was Mikey, calm as ever, his cool, almost ethereal aura cutting through the store. He glanced around like he was sizing up the place, scanning the shelves with precision, as if planning the perfect way to get you what you wanted without anyone being harmed—yet.

You bounced excitedly in the middle of the aisle, bouncing the empty red yarn ball like a small child who had just lost her favorite toy.

“I need more of this color!” you announced, holding it up. “But it has to be the exact same blend, or my project is ruined.”

Mikey’s eyes softened for a second, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips as you pouted.

Ran nudged your side. “Come on, darling. You know exactly what you need. Just tell us where it is.”

“You’re so smart, babe,” Sanzu said with a grin, leaning over and taking your hand briefly before reaching for a random skein of yarn on a shelf. “I bet I can find it faster than Mikey.”

“Stop messing around,” Kakucho snapped, his voice always calm but a bit sharp. He was scanning the rows of color-coded yarn with intense focus, eyes flicking between labels. “We’re here for a reason, not to entertain you.”

You smiled up at him. “I like it when you’re serious, Kaku-chan.”

He gave a small, barely visible smile before returning to his task.

From the opposite side of the aisle, you heard a voice that made you roll your eyes.

“Is this the color, babe?” Ran called out, holding up a skein of bright neon pink with a mischievous grin on his face. “Or do we need something a little more subtle for your delicate hands?”

“Oh my god,” you muttered under your breath, but the smile tugging at your lips was undeniable. “Stop messing around.”

“Messing around?” Rindou chuckled, walking over with a handful of different shades of red. “This is serious business, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, serious,” Sanzu added with a playful tilt of his head, flashing you that signature grin of his. “But can you blame us? We’ll do anything to make our girl happy.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Stop calling me your girl in public. People might start thinking you’re all crazy.”

“Baby, we are crazy,” Sanzu replied with a wink. “Crazy in love with you.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, but you couldn’t stop your heart from warming. “You guys are ridiculous.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Kakucho murmured, finally pulling down a bundle of yarn from the top shelf. “Found it.”

You turned to look and immediately gasped. “Yes! That’s it! That’s the one!”

“You really do have the best taste, huh, princess?” Ran teased, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Could’ve found it in half the time if we just listened to you.”

You shot him a playful glare. “Well, I could’ve told you, but I didn’t want to look like a show-off.”

They all froze.

“You’re not a show-off, sweetheart,” Mikey said, walking over with the perfect shade of red yarn in hand, holding it up like it was precious. “But you’re always right.”

You beamed at him, your eyes sparkling. “Thank you, Mikey.”

“You’re welcome, princess,” he said softly, his hand lightly brushing your hair, before stepping back.

“That’s it,” Sanzu said, smirking from behind you. “C’mon, babe, let’s go pay before these guys start getting real weird with the employees.”

You barely heard him, your gaze still on Mikey as he took your basket of yarn and followed you to the counter.

The young woman behind the register stood frozen, her eyes wide in disbelief as she scanned the items. She seemed unsure of whether to compliment you on the beautiful color choices or be terrified of the towering, tattooed men standing silently behind you. The tension was thick.

Mikey glanced down at you with an unreadable expression, his fingers brushing your back gently, and whispered, “We good?”

“Yeah, we’re good.” You nodded with a smile.

The woman hesitated and then asked, her voice a little shaky, “Will that be all today?”

Before you could answer, Ran leaned in from behind, his voice as smooth as silk. “We’ll take whatever she wants, sweetheart. All for her. Got that?”

The cashier nodded hastily, scanning everything through. You felt your face burn with embarrassment, but the affection in their voices made it all worth it.

Sanzu leaned against the counter, eyes glinting mischievously. “Next time, we’re bringing her shopping in the middle of the night, so we don’t scare the poor people. Right, baby?”

“Next time, maybe you won’t come,” you teased.

They all chuckled.

As you gathered your items, Mikey walked beside you, his hand on your lower back, guiding you out of the store like he was the only one who could protect you from the overwhelming affection coming from his men. He could feel your slight discomfort at the attention, so his thumb brushed your back soothingly.

You looked up at him, your soft smile reassuring him. "I’m okay, Mikey. Just a little... embarrassed."

“No reason to be,” he murmured, his fingers gently brushing your side before sliding into yours. “They’re just jealous they don’t get to spoil you the way we do.”

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As you walked out of the yarn aisle, your eyes landed on something completely different—something totally unrelated to yarn.

A display of dresses.

The bright colors and intricate details drew you in like a magnet. You stopped in your tracks, staring at one in particular—a soft lavender dress with lace trim and a delicate flow to it that screamed elegance. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Do you see that?” you asked, eyes wide and innocent as you turned to the men who had been walking with you. “That dress is gorgeous!”

Ran raised an eyebrow, following your gaze. “You want it?”

“Yes! I want to try it on,” you said, practically bouncing on your feet. You didn’t care that you were in a craft store. The dress was beautiful, and you felt like it was calling your name.

The rest of the group paused. They were used to you finding things that caught your attention in unexpected places, but this? This was a bit new.

“I don’t know about this, babe…” Sanzu started, eyeing the dress with his usual casual disdain. “Are we really gonna buy a dress in a craft store?”

You gave him a playful look, hands on your hips. “What’s wrong with that? I think it’s perfect.”

“I’ll let you try it on,” Mikey said softly from behind, ever the calm one. “But only if you promise not to take forever in the fitting room.”

You beamed at him. “Promise! I’ll be quick!”

Rindou snickered, his voice teasing. “What’s next? You want to get boba too?”

Your eyes lit up, and you turned to face him with an exaggerated gasp. “Yes! I want boba. Can we get boba after?”

“Do we look like a boba run kinda crew?” Sanzu grumbled, his lips curling into a playful smirk.

“Oh, please, we can do both!” you insisted, already darting toward the dressing room. “Please! I need both the dress and boba.”

Mikey, still watching you with a protective eye, couldn’t suppress a smile. “Fine. Go try it on, and we’ll get the boba.”

You squealed and ran off toward the fitting rooms, the rest of the guys standing there as though you’d just dragged them into a storm of unpredictable cuteness.

“Is she really making us do this?” Kakucho muttered, raising an eyebrow.

“We’re doing it because she’s our girl,” Rindou replied, grinning widely. “It’s not like we can say no.”

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You stepped out of the fitting room, twirling in the lavender dress, the soft fabric flowing around you like it had been made just for you. You looked over at the Bonten men—who were all standing near the entrance, watching you with varying expressions.

Mikey’s gaze softened when he saw you in the dress. His eyes followed the movement of the fabric and the way it made you shine, and he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips.

“You look amazing,” Mikey said, voice hushed but filled with something sincere.

Ran, leaning against the doorway, grinned like a cat that had just caught a mouse. “That dress looks even better on you than I imagined. Damn, girl.”

You laughed, spinning again. “You guys are too sweet!”

Sanzu wasn’t even looking at you anymore. He was inspecting the price tag on the dress with a frown. “Why’s it gotta be this expensive? It’s just fabric and stitching.”

“You’re the last person I would ask about fashion,” you shot back, a little teasing. “But thanks for looking out for me.”

Kakucho, ever the cool one, gave a small, approving nod. “It fits you well.”

Rindou smirked, raising an eyebrow. “I gotta admit… you’re gonna look real good in that dress, princess. It’s perfect for you.”

You blushed slightly but kept the smile on your face, feeling their attention make you both bashful and proud at the same time.

“Do I look like a princess?” you asked playfully, knowing you were already spoiled in every other way.

“More like a queen,” Mikey responded, stepping closer with a grin.

“I think it’s settled then,” you said with a wink. “I’ll take it!”

They all followed you as you made your way to the counter, a few of them muttering about how expensive it was, but no one objected when you handed over the money. After all, you were their darling, and if you wanted the dress, you’d get it.

Next Stop: The Boba Shop

“Okay,” you said after leaving the store, feeling giddy. “Time for boba!”

“You’re killing us, sweetheart,” Sanzu groaned, but he was already pulling open the door of the van for you to hop in.

“Relax,” you teased, grinning widely. “You all love it. Admit it.”

Rindou laughed from the backseat, slinging an arm around your shoulders as he sat down next to you. “Yeah, we do, princess. But don't think you’re getting out of paying for your own.”

You stuck out your tongue at him. “I’ll let you buy me boba this time.”

Sanzu rolled his eyes but smirked. “Lucky for you, we’ll make an exception... but only because I’m craving it too.”

The van took off, heading toward the nearest boba shop. As you chatted about what flavors you wanted, Mikey sat quietly beside you, his hand resting casually on your leg, fingers brushing lightly against your skin as if it was second nature.

When you reached the shop, they all swarmed in after you, their intimidating presence causing the employees to freeze in place as soon as you walked in. You grabbed a menu, grinning and pointing to your favorite flavor.

“Can I get the matcha with red beans, please?” you asked sweetly, smiling at the flustered employee.

“You know I’m just getting the regular one,” Ran muttered, glancing over the menu, trying not to seem too out of place.

“You always get the same one, old man,” Rindou teased, poking him in the ribs.

Sanzu ordered his boba with no hesitation, and Kakucho just glanced at the menu, leaning slightly over to you.

“Got your flavor right, princess?”

You giggled. “Of course you do.”

Mikey ordered something simple, his eyes never leaving you as he stood by your side, his presence as steady as ever. He squeezed your hand once, his thumb brushing the back of your knuckles in that quiet, protective way he always did.

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You woke up to the usual chaos of Bonten, but today there was a calmness in the air. The guys were lounging around, and the tension of the past few days seemed to melt away. There were no big missions, no urgent matters to attend to—just an afternoon where you could let your guard down.

You were sitting on the couch, legs tucked under a fluffy blanket, a bowl of snacks in your lap. Mikey, always the one to give off an air of indifference, was seated next to you, his head resting against the back of the couch, but his hand rested lightly on your knee, his fingers brushing your skin every so often.

He wasn’t talking much today, but his presence was more than enough for you to feel secure, comfortable, and loved.

Ran was sprawled out on the other couch, his legs stretched out lazily, a smirk on his face as he eyed you. “You know, princess,” he said with that signature smug grin. “You’re really gonna make it hard to get through the rest of the day without taking a nap. You’re too cute.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. “You know you’re not supposed to flirt with me like that in front of everyone. You’ll give the guys ideas.”

“Eh,” Ran shrugged, “They already know I’m the one who steals your heart first.”

You playfully nudged him with your foot, but you couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re such a dork.”

From the other side of the room, Sanzu raised an eyebrow and shot you a teasing smile. “Can we talk about how much this guy flirts with you, even though he’s technically our princess?”

You blinked at Sanzu, grinning. “I know, right? Ran’s always acting like he’s the one who gets to spoil me.”

“Oh, stop being dramatic,” Ran shot back, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “I’m just giving her the attention she deserves.”

Mikey, who had been quietly observing the conversation, let out a small chuckle. His gaze softened, and he reached out to pull you into him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders with a gentle, protective motion.

“No need to fight over her, boys,” he said, his voice smooth as he pulled you closer to his chest. “She’s our princess. All of us spoil her in our own way.”

You smiled up at Mikey, the warmth of his touch and his calm demeanor making you feel even more cherished. “Thanks, Mikey. But you spoil me the most,” you said, your voice light and teasing.

He chuckled softly, the sound making your heart flutter a little. “You know it’s true, sweetheart. But don’t let the others know,” he added in a quieter tone. “I don’t want them getting any ideas about how much of a soft spot I have for you.”

You turned to look at Ran, who was now pretending to sulk dramatically on the couch. “Don’t worry, Mikey. I’ll keep your secret,” you said playfully.

Rindou, sitting near the window, glanced over at the interaction and couldn’t help but comment. “You two are ridiculous. But we all know who has her heart,” he said with a knowing grin.

You smirked back. “It’s not like I have a favorite, but I do appreciate the attention.”

Kakucho, who had been silently sitting beside you, gave you a small but warm smile. His hand reached for the back of your head, fingers lightly brushing through your hair. “We know, princess,” he said softly. “And we’ll always be here for you.”

The calmness of the room, paired with the easygoing atmosphere, made it feel like time had slowed down. No rush, no pressure, just a moment where everything felt right. You leaned back against Mikey, your head resting against his chest, and felt his heartbeat beneath your ear, steady and comforting.

“That’s the best thing about today,” you whispered, closing your eyes for a moment. “No one’s in a rush. We can just be together.”

Mikey nodded quietly, his hand absentmindedly brushing your hair back. “Exactly. It’s nice to just be with you, princess.”

Ran, clearly not one to be left out, leaned over from his spot on the other couch, shooting a playful smirk in your direction. “Alright, alright, I’ll admit it. Today’s a good day. As long as I get my turn for cuddles later.”

“I’ll take my turn first, thanks,” Sanzu chimed in, his voice light but with a certain possessiveness that made you laugh.

“You guys are ridiculous,” you teased, but you were smiling, knowing that no matter how much they bickered, it was all out of love.

The soft chatter and the comfortable presence of the Bonten gang wrapped around you like a blanket as they took turns teasing each other, all while making sure you were tucked close to Mikey, the center of their world.

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As the evening wore on, you shifted to make more room on the couch, curling up between Mikey and Kakucho. Rindou sprawled across the other couch, his feet resting on the armrest while he scrolled through his phone. Sanzu ended up with his legs resting across your lap, his head leaning against the edge of the couch, as if he could’ve spent the entire night like that.

Ran, who had been pretending to ignore everyone, finally sat up, leaning over to poke his head in your direction. “So, what’s the plan now, princess? You gonna make us all watch those rom-coms again?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

You grinned, leaning back into Mikey’s chest as he pulled you closer. “If you insist, I will.”

“Oh god, please no,” Rindou muttered from across the room, rolling his eyes. “I can’t deal with the ‘will they, won’t they?’ plotlines tonight.”

“Too bad,” you said with a playful shrug. “You’re stuck with me.”

Mikey chuckled, and you felt the vibrations through his chest as he nuzzled into your hair. “I think we all know we’ll be watching whatever you want, princess. We don’t mind.”

With that, the Bonten crew settled into a comfortable silence, the air heavy with warmth and a sense of belonging. You had a blanket spread over all of you, your body nestled against Mikey’s side while Kakucho’s arm was casually draped over your waist. Ran laid across the couch with his feet near your head, while Sanzu made himself comfortable with his legs thrown lazily over your lap. Rindou kept his distance, but even he couldn’t resist the gentle camaraderie that filled the room.

No more talking. No more teasing. Just the sound of the TV in the background and the soft hum of contentment that hung over the room.

You felt secure, happy, and loved in this little pocket of peace. It was a rare moment—just being with them. All of them. And that, you realized, was enough.

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The atmosphere in the Bonten lounge was calm, almost too peaceful. The members were sprawled across the room, some on their phones, others simply lounging in the laid-back comfort of the space. You were nestled between Mikey and Kakucho, having dozed off after a long day of being pampered. Your soft, even breaths filled the silence as the guys looked on, each of them too comfortable to disturb your peaceful slumber.

But the moment was short-lived.

Kokonoi, ever the professional, stood at the entrance of the lounge, clearing his throat as he glanced around at the relaxed atmosphere. “Alright, enough with the downtime,” he said, his voice sharp but calm. “We’ve got a meeting in twenty minutes. Everyone up.”

As his words cut through the tranquility, the members started to stir. Sanzu muttered something about not wanting to move, Ran let out a long yawn, and Rindou grinned as he stretched, knowing Kokonoi’s orders were not something you could easily ignore. But as everyone began to get ready, their eyes naturally fell to you—still completely unaware, deeply asleep in Mikey’s arms, your head resting against his shoulder.

“Looks like our princess is out for the count,” Ran noted with a chuckle, his fingers brushing through his hair. “We can’t exactly drag her to a meeting like this.”

Kokonoi, looking more concerned about the meeting than your rest, raised an eyebrow. “She needs to be moved. We can’t have her staying in here while we handle things. We need to keep things professional.”

But the tension in the room was brief—no one wanted to disturb you, especially when you looked so peaceful.

“You think we should just leave her?” Kakucho asked quietly, glancing over at the others. His expression was one of concern, not wanting to disrupt your sleep, but knowing the meeting was important.

Before anyone could suggest anything else, Rindou spoke up. “I’ll carry her,” he said casually, but there was a softness in his tone that told the others he was already prepared to help.

You shifted slightly, murmuring in your sleep, but didn’t wake. Sensing the moment was right, Rindou slowly made his way to the couch where you were sleeping. He kneeled down beside you, his expression gentle as he carefully placed his hands beneath your shoulders and knees.

“There’s no way we’re letting her miss out on this meeting,” he said softly, his voice warm with affection as he gently lifted you into his arms. Your head lolled slightly against his chest, still deeply asleep.

Kokonoi watched the scene for a moment, eyes narrowed in professional calculation. “Make sure she stays comfortable. She can sleep in the meeting room, but don’t let anyone bother her.”

Rindou nodded, his face softening as he glanced down at you in his arms. He walked toward the meeting room, making sure to move with care and precision. He could feel the soft rise and fall of your breathing against him, the weight of you in his arms almost grounding him.

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The meeting room was a sleek, minimalistic space, typically used for intense discussions and high-stakes decisions. The large table in the middle was surrounded by chairs, each occupied by a Bonten member, their usual confident, business-minded energy settling into place. The floor-to-ceiling windows gave a panoramic view of the city, but today, the focus wasn’t on the outside world. It was all about what was happening within the room.

But there was one thing out of the ordinary.

You were nestled comfortably in the corner of the room, resting peacefully on the couch, still fast asleep in Rindou's arms. Your head had lolled onto his chest, your soft breathing and occasional shift of your body the only sounds that filled the otherwise quiet room. The rest of the members seemed to have an unspoken agreement to keep things low-key, not wanting to disturb your rest.

Kokonoi, ever the professional, cleared his throat, calling attention to the meeting at hand. “Alright, let’s get started,” he said, his voice sharp but not unkind. “We’ve got a lot to discuss today. We need to make decisions regarding the new territory, and the logistics of moving the product through new channels. We can’t afford any more slip-ups.”

The room fell into an immediate hush as everyone straightened up and gave their undivided attention to Kokonoi. Even with you asleep in the corner, the business side of Bonten remained ever-present.

Kokonoi adjusted his tie and paced slowly in front of the table, making sure everyone was paying attention. His gaze flicked over the group—Sanzu leaning casually in his chair, his eyes half-lidded with disinterest, Ran tapping his fingers rhythmically against the surface of the table, and Rindou who had a protective hand resting on the side of your waist as you slept in his lap. The other members were all alert but trying to maintain their usual, laid-back vibe.

“We can’t afford another delay with the shipments,” Kokonoi continued, his sharp eyes flicking to each member as he spoke. “Mikey, I need you to push the plan forward with the other gang leaders. We need that deal to close fast.”

Mikey nodded, his eyes scanning the documents in front of him. “Got it. We’ll make sure it goes smoothly,” he said, his voice cool and authoritative, but his gaze occasionally drifting to you, still curled up comfortably in Rindou’s lap. There was a protective glint in his eye that wasn’t lost on the others.

Sanzu, ever the curious one, leaned forward in his chair and glanced at Rindou, his eyes briefly landing on you. He let out a low chuckle before speaking up. “You know, this meeting's a little more fun when you’ve got someone cute napping in the corner.” His tone was playful, but there was something warm in his voice as he looked at you.

“Don’t start,” Ran shot back, his tone teasing as he smirked at Sanzu. “You can’t be serious. How are we supposed to get anything done with all that cuteness around?”

Rindou shot Sanzu a look, a quiet but firm warning in his eyes. He didn’t like how the others teased, even if it was all in good fun. You weren’t just some trophy to be ogled. You were their darling, and they each protected you in their own way.

“You all need to focus,” Kokonoi added, shooting a sharp glance at the group. “There’s no time for distractions.”

Rindou adjusted his position slightly, still careful to make sure you were comfortable in his lap. He had his arm around you, the gentleness of his touch almost in contrast with the intensity of the meeting. His fingers lightly brushed against your hair, not wanting to disturb your rest but keeping you close.

“You’ve got her all cozy,” Ran remarked with a sly grin, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. He was teasing, but his eyes softened slightly as they looked at you. There was something undeniably peaceful about the scene, and it made him feel oddly content despite the weight of the discussion. “Who knew Rindou had a soft spot for our princess.”

Rindou just let out a low hum, his expression unreadable as he continued to watch over you. He didn’t respond to the comment directly, but his actions spoke volumes. He gently adjusted the way you were resting in his lap, making sure your head remained supported while your body curled closer into his chest. He lightly rubbed his hand up and down your arm as if to reassure himself that you were okay.

It wasn’t typical for him to be so affectionate in front of others, but the peace you brought him—when everything was chaotic and unpredictable—was more than enough to make him want to protect you with everything he had.

Kokonoi, still discussing logistics, looked around the room, noticing that the attention had shifted momentarily. His sharp eyes caught the soft, almost protective glances the others were giving you.

“We can’t afford to be distracted,” he reminded the group, his voice cutting through the lull. “Get it together.”

Rindou’s eyes met his for a brief second, but his response was quiet. “She’s sleeping, Kokonoi. Let her rest. We can focus, too.”

For a moment, there was an unspoken understanding between Rindou and Kokonoi. Kokonoi didn’t argue, though his expression remained businesslike. “Fine,” he said, his tone softened just enough for Rindou to hear. “But make sure she stays safe. We can’t have her vulnerable.”

Sanzu, who had been lounging in his seat, shifted his attention back to the discussion at hand. “Alright, enough with the soft talk. We’ve got work to do. Mikey, what’s the deal with the new shipment? I thought we had a deadline this week?”

Mikey looked up from the papers, his face all business now. “We’re pushing it forward. There’s no more room for error.”

For the rest of the meeting, the room operated like a well-oiled machine. Everyone spoke with authority, debated the issues with sharp intellect, and pushed forward with the task at hand. But despite the usual hustle of Bonten’s business, the gentle presence of you—sleeping soundly in Rindou’s lap—remained at the heart of the room.

As the conversation turned toward the finalizing of the deals, Sanzu leaned back in his chair again, his eyes glancing at you as he quietly asked, “When this is over, you think we can all just rest for the day?”

Mikey, who had been the one to take charge of the meeting, glanced over at you with a soft smile. “I think she’s already doing that for all of us.”

The members exchanged quiet chuckles, their usual demeanor softening as the meeting wrapped up. Kokonoi made the final call, and everyone rose to their feet, the room shifting into the next phase of business.

But even after the meeting ended, they remained quiet around you, each member sharing a knowing look, a silent understanding that while they could manage Bonten’s affairs, you were their grounding force.

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The Bonten meeting room was, as usual, filled with the quiet hum of conversation and the weight of business that needed to be handled. Mikey, Kokonoi, and the others were gathered around the table, preparing for the crucial meeting with the gang handling the next shipment. It was a critical moment—the timing had to be perfect, and the details had to be flawless if they were going to ensure everything went smoothly.

On the couch, curled up under a soft blanket, you were still deep in slumber. The gentle rise and fall of your chest, the relaxed expression on your face, was a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere in the room. Rindou sat with you, his hand carefully resting on your waist, watching over you while the others talked business. He couldn’t help but glance at you every so often, the comfort of your peaceful presence settling his otherwise restless mind.

Meanwhile, the other members of Bonten were talking logistics—timing, routes, security—and the meeting with the shipment gang was about to begin. Sanzu sat back in his chair, a toothpick in his mouth, watching the others like he didn’t have a care in the world. Kokonoi, ever sharp, was taking notes, his usual efficiency in full force. Ran, his arms crossed, was quietly assessing everyone’s input with a distant look in his eyes.

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The room was quiet except for the sharp voices of Bonten's leaders and the murmurs of the other gang’s representatives. Mikey, Kokonoi, and the rest of Bonten were discussing the shipment deal, making sure every detail was in place. You were comfortably seated on the couch with a soft blanket, your eyes closed as you tried to rest amidst the chaos of the meeting. The weight of the room's tension barely fazed you, as you had become accustomed to the heaviness of Bonten’s business. Your presence, however, was an odd comfort in the cold, calculating world they worked in.

But it wasn’t long before the silence was broken by an unintentional, yet loud, clattering noise.

One of the men from the shipment gang, a lanky individual who seemed a bit too nervous for this kind of business, had fumbled with the coffee cup in his hands. His sudden shift in movement caused it to tip over, spilling the contents onto the table. The cup hit the surface with a loud bang, and that was all it took to pull you from your light sleep. Your body shifted on the couch, the blanket falling partially off as you groggily blinked your eyes open.

The room instantly went quiet, as if everyone had been holding their breath, waiting for your reaction. The man who had caused the spill froze, panic flashing across his face as he glanced over at Bonten's members, his eyes quickly darting to you.

Sanzu, ever the opportunist, smirked lazily from his seat across the room. “Nice job, pal,” he said with a half-amused, half-annoyed tone, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You’ve officially woken up the princess.”

You rubbed your eyes, still trying to shake off the sleepiness, and noticed the eyes of every person in the room on you. It wasn’t exactly the way you wanted to wake up, but you sat up and stretched, sighing.

“Great…” you muttered, realizing that the tension in the air wasn’t only from the deal. It felt like a thousand eyes were on you now. “What’s going on?”

The man who had knocked over the cup shifted uncomfortably, his voice shaky as he apologized. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to disturb you—”

Before he could finish, Rindou shot him a look that could freeze anyone in place. His protective nature kicked in immediately as he leaned forward, hand resting on your shoulder. “You just disturbed our princess’s sleep,” he said coolly, his voice dripping with a barely concealed irritation. “Be more careful.”

Mikey, still sitting at the head of the table, glanced briefly at you before looking at the shipment gang's representatives with a dangerous calmness. “Keep it together,” he said, his voice sharp, but not raised. “We’re here to do business, not babysit.”

The other gang members shifted uncomfortably at Mikey’s tone, clearly aware of the subtle, but very real, threat in his words. The tension thickened as Bonten’s members exchanged subtle glares at the shipment gang, who were trying desperately to save face.

Kokonoi, ever the strategist, didn’t hide his displeasure. “This isn’t a daycare,” he muttered, tapping a pen on the table as he glared at the other gang’s members. “If you can’t keep your shit together, maybe we should end this meeting right now.”

The shipment gang's representative who had caused the spill flushed red, clearly on edge. “My apologies, we’ll be more careful,” he said hurriedly, fumbling with his papers to divert attention from himself. “Let’s just continue the deal, alright?”

Despite the tension in the room, you stretched again and rubbed your eyes, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “It’s fine,” you muttered, giving a soft, but slightly irritated, wave of your hand. “I’m awake now.” Your voice still held a hint of sleepiness, but the irritation at being woken up was clear in your tone.

Bonten’s members, still not entirely happy about the disruption, exchanged looks, but they didn’t push it further. Sanzu shot one last teasing remark your way, “Waking up from your beauty sleep like that, huh? Must be a pain.”

Mikey, who had been watching the interaction closely, didn’t even flinch. “If you’ve got something to say, say it now,” he said to Sanzu, his voice commanding but with a hint of warning. His gaze flicked back to the shipment gang members, the weight of his attention sending an unmistakable message that any further disruption would not be tolerated.

Kokonoi let out a low sigh, and with that, the meeting resumed, though the air was thick with unspoken tension. Mikey gave the nod to continue, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table as he kept his eyes on the shipment gang.

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As the meeting went on, the conversation returned to the shipment deal. Mikey and Kokonoi led the negotiation, but everyone in the room was on edge. The shipment gang’s representatives seemed to understand they had overstepped, and their words became more careful, more measured.

You, still seated on the couch, finally shook off the last remnants of sleep and decided to pay attention to the deal. Despite the awkwardness, you could tell that the shipment gang was still trying to salvage the meeting, but Bonten was already on guard.

It wasn’t long before the deal was finalized. Mikey stood up, his eyes cold as he addressed the other gang one last time. “We’ve got what we need,” he said, his voice firm. “Next time, don’t make the mistake of waking her up.”

There was no room for argument. The shipment gang nodded, clearly eager to leave the room with the deal still intact.

Once the other gang members left, the tension in the room loosened, but it lingered in the air. Rindou moved to sit beside you on the couch, wrapping his arm around your shoulders protectively. “You alright?” he asked softly, looking at you with a mixture of concern and irritation.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “I’m fine. Just a little annoyed,” you said, running your hand through your hair. “But whatever. It’s over.”

Mikey, still standing by the table, gave a small sigh. “We’ll make sure they don’t mess up again,” he muttered, clearly still irritated by the earlier disruption. “Next time, there won’t be any chances given.”

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The meeting had finally come to an end. The shipment deal was settled, the signatures all secured, and the representatives from the rival gang filed out of the room, eager to leave with their business done. The Bonten members, however, lingered. Mikey, Kokonoi, and the others were finishing up the last of the details while you, seated on the couch, were barely holding on. Your exhaustion was palpable, and you could barely keep your eyes open.

Mikey glanced over at you with a soft chuckle, his lips curling up just slightly. He had been watching you throughout the meeting, and though you’d tried your best to stay alert, he could see the drowsiness taking over.

“Looks like someone’s about to pass out,” Kokonoi teased from across the room, an amused glint in his eye. “Maybe we should let her get some rest.”

You blinked, barely lifting your head from the plush cushions, but when you saw the others glancing your way, you tried to muster enough energy to speak.

“I’m really tired...” you murmured, the words coming out thick with sleep. “Can I just go to bed now...?”

You shifted slightly on the couch, your hands reaching out as if to ask for help. Your fingertips brushed against the armrest as you looked up at the others with sleepy eyes, your voice barely above a whisper. “Can someone... carry me to my bed?”

The room went silent for a brief moment, Bonten’s members exchanging soft glances. They all knew what you needed, and your request made them feel protective over you. Mikey looked over at you with a small, fond smile, but it was Sanzu who spoke up first.

“You look like you could barely move a muscle, doll,” Sanzu said, his voice teasing but with an edge of concern. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

You let out a quiet sigh of relief, and before you could even respond, you raised your arms slightly, palms open as if asking for help. It was a simple gesture, but one that spoke volumes. You needed comfort, and you knew that Bonten—your family—would always be there to provide it.

With a grin, Sanzu moved swiftly toward you. He crouched down in front of the couch and, without missing a beat, slipped his arms around you. You didn't protest as he gently lifted you into his arms, your head resting against his shoulder as you snuggled into him.

“You’re not getting away from me now, darling,” he murmured softly, his tone playful, but there was a softness in his voice as he held you securely.

You sighed contentedly, your eyes fluttering shut as you relaxed in his embrace. The warmth of his arms and the steadiness of his movements made you feel safe. As he stood, carrying you toward your room, the rest of the group followed behind.

“Can’t let her get too comfy without us, huh?” Kokonoi teased, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched you cuddle into Sanzu’s chest.

“Let her rest,” Mikey said quietly, though the hint of a smirk tugged at his lips. “We’ve handled the business. She deserves it.”

As Sanzu walked down the hall with you in his arms, he looked down at you, his lips curling into a small smile. “You’re really something else, huh?” he said with a soft chuckle, his voice full of warmth. “Always so needy, but you know we don’t mind.”

You gave a soft hum, your face pressed into his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I just like being taken care of,” you mumbled, your voice growing softer as sleep began to overtake you. “You all spoil me...”

When you reached your room, Sanzu carefully placed you onto your bed, adjusting the blankets around you as he tucked you in. You were already halfway asleep, but before you drifted off completely, you managed to mumble, “Can... can someone cuddle with me?”

Sanzu chuckled softly, leaning down to brush a strand of hair from your face. “Of course, doll,” he said, his voice gentle and full of affection.

As he settled beside you on the bed, the others slowly filed in, each of them taking their place. Mikey sat at the edge of the bed, his expression softening as he looked at you. Kokonoi grinned and lay down on the other side, his arm extending across your waist in a protective manner.

“Get some rest, baby girl,” Kokonoi said softly, kissing the top of your head before settling beside you.

Rindou, who had followed them all in, didn’t hesitate either. He laid down on the other side of you, his hand gently resting on your arm. “We’re all here, doll. You’re safe with us,” he whispered, his voice soothing and tender.

The room felt warm and peaceful as Bonten gathered around you, making sure you were comfortable and at ease. You could feel their love and care surrounding you. The constant teasing and banter had melted away into something softer now that you were tucked in, surrounded by your protectors.

Mikey, always the one to make sure everything was just right, leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Sleep well, darling,” he whispered.

As the room grew quiet, you finally allowed yourself to drift off into a peaceful sleep, surrounded by the comforting presence of Bonten.

The weight of the day had faded away, and for now, everything felt right.

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You woke up slowly, feeling the comforting weight of the blanket that had been carefully tucked around you. The warm, soft environment felt soothing, but there was an odd shift in the air that immediately caught your attention. It wasn’t as peaceful as it should have been.

You opened your eyes, blinking softly to adjust to the light, and looked around. Mikey was seated on the edge of the bed, his usual cool demeanor now tinged with something slightly off, though his gaze softened when he saw you wake up. Kokonoi was across the room, glancing your way before quickly looking away, as if trying to mask something. And over by the couch, Sanzu and Rindou were lounging, but their glances towards each other told you that something had shifted.

Kakucho, who had been sitting quietly near the window, also noticed you waking up. He shifted his gaze to you, but instead of his usual calm expression, there was a small, unreadable tension in his eyes. You could tell something was bothering him, but you weren’t quite sure what.

“Did I miss something?” you asked sleepily, your voice soft as you stretched beneath the blanket, rubbing your eyes. “You all seem... a little tense.”

The room fell into a brief silence, and then Sanzu smirked, though his voice had a teasing edge. “Guess someone’s been getting too much attention,” he joked, glancing between Kokonoi and Mikey. “Everyone’s feeling a little possessive, huh?”

Mikey's eyes flickered with amusement, but there was a hint of something else in his gaze. “I just don’t like the idea of anyone hurting my doll,” he said nonchalantly, but there was an underlying possessiveness that was hard to ignore.

Kokonoi finally spoke, but his tone was terse. “It’s nothing. Just... nothing important.” He waved his hand dismissively, but you could sense the frustration behind his words. He was avoiding looking at you, which was unlike him.

Rindou leaned back in his chair, observing the situation with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve got everyone worked up today, doll. Mikey’s being extra clingy, and the rest of us are just... fighting for your attention.”

You blinked, trying to process the words. You had no idea you were causing any sort of tension, but you could feel it now. You never meant to make things difficult, but it seemed like your affection for them was creating a subtle rift between the members.

“Hey, no need to make a big deal out of it,” you said softly, standing up from the bed, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders. You walked toward Kokonoi, who was trying to act like everything was fine. He looked up as you approached, but quickly looked away again.

Without hesitation, you leaned down and kissed him, pressing your lips gently to his. It was a simple kiss, but you could feel the surprise in the way his body froze before relaxing. When you pulled back, he blinked in surprise, his lips curling into a small smile, his usual sharp expression softening just a little.

“That’s one,” you said, your voice light as you moved back.

The room seemed to exhale as everyone let the tension drop, but you could tell they were all watching closely, waiting to see what you’d do next.

You moved on to Sanzu, who was leaning against the couch, his playful smirk never far from his face. You walked up to him, and before he could react, you pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Two,” you said, your voice teasing. Sanzu chuckled softly, his arms wrapping around you for a moment, pulling you a little closer before letting you pull away.

Then, you turned to Rindou, who was watching you intently, that mischievous grin of his not fading in the slightest. You didn’t hesitate, kissing him softly, feeling the warmth of his hand brushing against your cheek before you pulled away.

“Three,” you said with a soft smile, and Rindou let out a quiet laugh, clearly pleased.

Next, you walked toward Mikey, who was still watching you with that unreadable gaze. You leaned down and kissed him gently, feeling his hand slide to your waist as you pulled back.

“And four,” you murmured, your smile soft and satisfied.

Finally, your eyes shifted to Kakucho, who had been quietly observing from the corner of the room. There was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, but you walked over to him and, without saying a word, leaned in and kissed him too. His reaction was immediate, his hands settling on your back as he kissed you back softly before you pulled away.

“And five,” you said with a small, teasing grin. Kakucho couldn’t hide the small smile that tugged at his lips, his usual stoic expression cracking just enough to show how pleased he was.

“And the last one’s six,” you said as you made your way over to Ran, giving him a quick, soft kiss on the lips. What you didn’t expect, however, was for him to place his hand on your cheeks and kiss you like a man starved for affection—something that earned plenty of protests from the others.

The room was silent for a moment as everyone processed what just happened. But this time, the tension had disappeared completely, replaced with an atmosphere of ease and affection.

Kokonoi leaned back in his chair, still trying to act cool, but there was no hiding the small smile on his face. “You really know how to make everything better, huh?”

Sanzu grinned widely, his arm slipping around your shoulders as he pulled you closer. “Guess that’s one way to get everyone back on track.”

Rindou chuckled, shaking his head, clearly entertained. “You really know how to handle us all, doll. But don’t think this means you’re off the hook.”

Mikey watched you with a soft smile, a rare moment of warmth in his gaze. “You always know how to get to the heart of things,” he said, his hand resting on your waist. “Can’t stay mad at you for long.”

Kakucho, who had been quiet throughout the entire ordeal, gave you a small, affectionate smile. “You’ve got us all wrapped around your finger, haven’t you?”

You chuckled, relaxing into the moment. “I’m not going anywhere. You all know that, right?”

There was a chorus of affirmations, a mix of teasing and genuine affection, as Bonten settled around you, each member finding their place in your space. Kokonoi casually brushed your hair back from your face, his usual sarcasm softened by the warmth he felt for you. Sanzu leaned his head against yours, and Rindou flashed you a grin as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Mikey kept you close, his arm around your waist, while Kakucho simply looked at you, a quiet understanding in his eyes.

As you all settled into the comfort of one another, the earlier tension was nothing more than a distant memory. You were Bonten’s darling, their princess, and they were yours.

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The evening had fallen into a comfortable quiet as the Bonten members lounged in one of the plush lounges. Mikey, Kokonoi, Sanzu, Rindou, Ran and Kakucho were all seated, the usual energy of the gang replaced by an unusual calm. The room felt warmer than it usually did, a soft intimacy hanging in the air. The conversation had shifted to you, naturally—the one who had become the center of their world in the most unexpected ways.

“Do you guys remember the first time we met her?” Kokonoi asked, his usual cynicism softened by a nostalgic tone. His feet were propped up casually on the coffee table, but his eyes betrayed his thoughts, glancing toward Sanzu. “She really did catch everyone off guard that day.”

Sanzu let out a smirk, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he glanced at Rindou before looking back at the group. “How could I forget? She just waltzed into the meeting like she owned the place—no hesitation, no fear. We were all so caught up in the business talk, none of us even noticed her slipping in.”

You hadn’t been expecting it that day. You had no idea you’d end up in Bonten's territory, but you’d walked into the wrong room—an honest mistake. The way you had stood there, trying to gather your bearings, completely unaware of the heavy atmosphere in the room, was almost endearing. It was almost as if the air had shifted the moment you entered, catching everyone by surprise.

Ran chuckled, his grin wide as he leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms across the backrest. “What really gets me is the fact that she didn’t even flinch. She just casually strolled in, picked up her yarn, and—bam—exposed that guy for lying.”

You had been there for a completely different reason—just searching for your yarn that had rolled under Mikey’s chair—but you hadn’t missed the fact that the guy talking had lied straight through his teeth. And you hadn’t hesitated to call him out on it.

Mikey smiled softly, remembering how he had watched you, intrigued and impressed. “I didn’t expect her to read him like that. I’m pretty good at spotting lies, but she made it look like child’s play. She didn’t even bat an eye.”

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It had been just another regular business meeting with a rival gang, tense negotiations over an important shipment. The members of Bonten were seated at the table, but the mood was anything but calm. They’d been speaking in cryptic phrases, guarding their words carefully, knowing that one slip could cost them. As usual, Mikey had been at the helm, keeping everyone in check.

But the real shift came when you stepped into the room.

You had walked in unassumingly, looking like you were just there to grab something you had lost. The gang members immediately stiffened, unsure whether they should ask you to leave or wait for you to leave on your own.

Mikey, ever the calm one, had simply looked at you, nodding as if your presence was no more than a casual occurrence. “It’s alright,” he’d said, his voice warm. “She’s with us.”

You hadn’t noticed the tension at all, your mind only focused on finding your yarn, rolling beneath Mikey’s chair. As you bent down to pick it up, your gaze flicked around the room, and without meaning to, you’d caught the flicker in the eyes of the rival gang leader sitting across from Mikey.

It was a small thing—something most wouldn’t have noticed. His posture had shifted ever so slightly, his eyes avoiding direct contact as he flashed a fake smile. The room was thick with suspicion, but no one had dared speak it aloud, except for you.

You didn’t even hesitate. “You’re lying,” you said, your voice quiet but firm.

The entire room froze. Everyone turned toward you, the words hanging in the air. The rival leader stammered for a moment, his confident smile cracking, before he recovered and tried to brush it off. But you’d already seen through him.

Mikey, leaning back in his chair with that cool smirk of his, had raised an eyebrow. “Explain,” he’d said, eyes twinkling with curiosity. He was fascinated—he’d seen many try to outwit him, but this was something different.

You had simply tilted your head and pointed out the small details���the way his posture had shifted, how his hands had trembled, and how his eyes avoided meeting yours. “When people lie, their bodies give it away. It’s the little things—eyes flickering, posture shifting—he’s uncomfortable, and he’s trying to hide it. The shipment details you’re presenting aren’t true.”

A long silence followed. Everyone in the room was stunned. The rival gang leader’s expression shifted, his confidence faltering. Mikey glanced at his men, who were just as shocked as he was. It wasn’t often they were caught off guard, especially not like this.

Kokonoi, ever the strategist, had leaned back, his gaze fixed on you. “That’s impressive,” he murmured.

And just like that, you’d already proven yourself. You didn’t even know it at the time, but you had unknowingly captivated their attention—and just like that, you became a part of their world.

Back in the present, Mikey was leaning back in his chair, a soft smile playing on his lips as he looked at you. You were now sitting across the room, your focus on the soft yarn in your hands as you crocheted, your concentration completely unbroken.

Mikey’s gaze softened, his usual coolness melting into something more genuine as he reflected. “I don’t think anyone expected you to be such an important part of Bonten when we first met you. But from that moment on, I couldn’t ignore you.” He laughed softly, shaking his head as if remembering the moment fondly. “You impressed me. Hell, you impressed all of us.”

Kokonoi chuckled, leaning forward slightly, the usual sharpness in his voice replaced with affection. “Yeah, I’ll admit, I didn’t see her sticking around either. But she just… got it. She understood the way people worked. And now, here we are.”

Sanzu, who had been lounging casually, let out a playful laugh. “You really had no idea what you were getting into, did you? You walked into our meeting, and now you’re the one who keeps us on our toes.”

Ran grinned, raising an eyebrow. “And you’ve got Mikey wrapped around your finger now too.”

Mikey smirked, giving Ran a pointed look. “Let’s just say I know a good thing when I see it.”

Finally, Kakucho, who had been silent for most of the conversation, looked over at you, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I always thought Bonten was just about business. But when we met you, everything changed.”

You glanced up at that moment, catching his gaze. He gave you a small, affectionate nod, the usual stoic exterior softened as he spoke his next words with warmth. “You’ve become part of this family, whether we planned on it or not.”

The group fell silent for a moment, everyone absorbing the unspoken understanding that hung in the air. You weren’t just a casual part of their lives anymore. You were someone they had come to care about deeply—someone who could read between the lines and see things no one else could.

And as you sat there, the weight of their words hanging in the air, you couldn’t help but smile softly, feeling more at home than you ever expected.

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It was supposed to be an ordinary day. You were out running errands, humming to yourself as you walked down the street, totally oblivious to the dangers lurking around you. Bonten was busy as usual, and though they’d always warned you to be careful, you had a way of getting lost in your own little world.

That’s when it happened.

You didn’t see them coming, but you heard the footsteps—the heavy, deliberate ones that signaled something bad was about to go down. Before you could react, a hand shot out from the shadows, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a van. You kicked and screamed, but they were prepared. A cloth pressed to your face, and everything went black.

When you woke up, it took a few moments for the fogginess to clear. Your hands were bound behind your back, and your surroundings were unfamiliar—a dimly lit room with a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting long shadows across the floor. You could hear muffled voices from outside, but there was no sign of your captors.

At first, the situation felt dire. But then, you remembered something important.

You weren’t helpless.

You were Bonten’s darling, and you weren’t going to let some random thugs make a fool out of you. The little tricks they had used to tie you up? Not going to work. You grinned to yourself.

You may have been tied up, but you had more than one trick up your sleeve. The moment you had been dumped in the room, you had already started analyzing the situation. You’d been trained in self-defense, and you knew how to break free when you needed to.

With a little bit of shifting and a few clever movements, you worked the knots loose around your wrists. It wasn’t long before you were free, silently creeping toward the door.

Moving through the dimly lit hallways of the building where they had taken you. As you crept further, a plan started to form in your mind.

One of the thugs had followed you out of the room—clearly thinking you were still helpless. Wrong move.

You grabbed him by the collar and yanked him toward you, pulling him off balance. A swift knee to the stomach made him grunt in surprise, but it wasn’t enough to take him down completely. But you didn’t need him to go down immediately. You dragged him, ignoring his confused and pained protests, down the hallway toward the exit.

You could hear footsteps getting closer—faint at first, but they were definitely getting louder. Mikey and the rest of Bonten were getting close, and you had no intention of letting the thug out of your grip. The fact that he was still struggling just made this moment more fun for you.

His feet shuffled awkwardly against the floor as you pulled him out of the hallway, closer to where Bonten was heading. You could almost taste the satisfaction in the air, the thrill of it, as you dragged him into plain view. And when you finally saw Mikey, Sanzu, Kokonoi, and Rindou rounding the corner, you couldn’t help but grin.

You yanked the thug into full view, making sure Mikey and the others saw you—and the man now on the floor at your feet. You let him drop to the ground with a thud, just as Bonten approached, their eyes widening in amused surprise.

Mikey, at the front of the group, took in the scene. His gaze flicked from you, to the thug lying on the floor, and back to you with a raised eyebrow. “And what do we have here?” he asked, his voice light but carrying the usual authoritative edge. “Did you need help with him, or was this all you?”

You crossed your arms and shot him a playful wink. “I was just showing him the door,” you said casually, tilting your head toward the thug, who was groaning on the floor. “They really didn’t think I could handle myself.”

Sanzu let out a low chuckle, eyeing the guy on the ground. “That’s one way to deal with it,” he said, clearly impressed. “You didn’t waste any time. But, seriously, that’s gotta be a new record for you. Kidnapped, then escaping and taking one of them down all by yourself? Damn, Princess, you really do love the chaos.”

Kokonoi wasn’t far behind, his lips curling into a smirk. “I’m starting to think we should’ve had you on guard duty instead of wasting time with the usual muscle.” He looked over at Mikey, as if to imply you were a more efficient choice. “Looks like she can handle herself better than half of us.”

You shrugged, dropping down beside Mikey, a playful grin still on your face. “I don’t mind helping out when I get a little bored. Besides,” you added, nodding toward the guy still on the floor, “I think he learned his lesson.”

Rindou, leaning against the wall nearby, smirked. “You really are something else. Just dragged him out like he was a ragdoll.”

Mikey’s smirk widened, clearly entertained. “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised,” he muttered, as if this was just another regular day in the life of Bonten’s darling. But there was a certain warmth in his gaze, a pride that shimmered beneath his cool exterior. “Good job, kid.”

You let out a satisfied sigh, feeling the tension from the situation slip away. Your eyes scanned over the gang. Kakucho had been standing quietly behind everyone, a calm presence as always, but even he couldn’t hide the soft smile tugging at his lips as he looked down at you. “You know, you really do make things interesting.”

You tilted your head back, smiling up at him. “What can I say? I aim to entertain.”

Then, without skipping a beat, you turned back to Mikey. “Now, I’ve had enough of all this excitement. Can we get some boba and McDonald’s now? I’m starving.”

A beat of silence passed before Mikey raised an eyebrow, glancing at the others. “You really think after all this you can just ask for food?” he asked with a smirk, though there was a flicker of fondness in his eyes.

You stared up at him, the glint in your eyes mischievous. “Absolutely. I’ve earned it. And I’m not leaving until I get it.”

Without another word, Sanzu pulled out his phone, already typing away. Kokonoi leaned against the doorframe, clearly amused by the entire scene. Rindou and Ran just shook their head in disbelief. Kakucho, standing slightly off to the side, let out a low chuckle.

Mikey just shook his head, but he couldn’t hide the affectionate grin that spread across his face. “You really do make things more entertaining than they need to be, don’t you?”

You grinned back, settling down comfortably as Bonten began to prepare your order. “It’s what I do best,” you said. “Besides, who else could deal with a bunch of idiots like this and still want comfort food?”

[married-to-google-translater]

Good evening, a request please from Mikey x reader, how does Mikey react if his young children are very attached to their mother (reader) but he is also attached to his wife, would it be like having several Puneranians fighting?

Manjiro "Mikey" Sano

Mikey would consider himself very lucky to be able to live with you.

You made Mikey happy every day.

When your children are born Mikey would be even happier and he didn't even know it was possible.

At first Mikey didn't think about the "dark side" of the future.

Baby time would go really well.

Mikey understands that the baby needs a lot of attention.

He himself would also prefer to help with the care of his child.

The "problems" came when the child was older and clearly started favoring you.

Mikey, it doesn't matter if your child likes you more.

He really gets it.

You are amazing and it would be weird if your child didn't like you.

A small childish part of Mikey would be jealous though.

He would also need your attention :3

Mikey knows he should be an adult but he doesn't always care XD.

It was fun to watch them fight over your attention.

Usually it would be something cute like a war of words or both of them hanging on to you and refusing to let go.

Usually the situation is resolved when you tell them that you love them both very much and make takoyaki's.

[artzymaiuz]

Ladies and gentlemen... them✨

[apollodarling-writes]

ik this might seem stupid but a scenario where the reader needs lube because they can’t get wet on their own due to antidepressants,, i don’t see it enough, if at all

VARIOUS TOKYO REVENGERS WITH A READER WHO NEEDS LUBE

author note : this isn’t stupid at all !! im so glad you requested this, and im more than happy to provide. you didn’t specify who you wanted, so i kind of just chose some characters tbh,, i hope that was okay, but if not — whenever reqs open again, id be more than happy to write for someone you want.

includes : mikey, mitsuya, chifuyu, kazutora, sanzu.

cws : smutty, fem-bodied reader but no prns used, edging mentions, overstim implications, manhandling, multiple creampie.

mikey

it wouldn’t bother mikey at all — his main focus is your pleasure. he would hate to bring you any pain, nor does he want you to be self conscious about needing lube to get wet.

naturally, he’d try to get you wet of his own accord, paying special attention to your most sensitive spots. mikey would latch onto your clit, his tongue curling around it as his fingers tease your cunt. he’d take his time with you, getting you so, so close before ripping your release away from you.

of course, once he finally decides to let you cum, his digits are curling into your gummy walls as he laps at you — his pace fast and harsh. he’ll make you cum on his tongue before he ever makes you cum on his cock.

even if that doesn’t work in his favor, he won’t ever degrade you or think any less of you for needing lube — just sit back and feel good for him, okay?

mitsuya

mitsuya is similar to mikey, i think. the only difference is that while mikey can be a bit rough with you, mitsuya is very gentle — handling you as if you might shatter beneath him.

he would never mind helping you become wet enough to make love, but even if it doesn’t work, he would reassure you that it doesn’t bother him — that you’re not an annoyance and that he’s still going to make you feel good.

mitsuya is a gentleman, of course, but when he’s making you cum on his tongue over and over, murmuring sweet words of praise into your sopping cunt as he splits you open on his fingers… you can’t help but think he can be a bit cruel sometimes.

chifuyu

chifuyu doesn’t understand at first. he thinks he might be doing something wrong — that he’s not giving you the right attention in the right places, or that maybe you’re not in the mood. you’ll have to explain to him that it’s not something he’s doing wrong, but that your medication prevents you from self-lubricating.

once he understands this though, he will absolutely reassure you that it’s completely okay and that the two of you can always use lube if you need it. he’ll make sure to pay special attention to how you’re feeling, using more if need be. he wants you to feel good with him, and if you need lube to do that, he’s more than happy to accommodate you.

kazutora

kazutora would already understand, having looked up the side effects of your medication once he knew you were taking it. he knows how to make you feel good — he’s a pleasure top after all. he’s very observant too. he’ll watch your expressions to find what feels good and will commit it to memory.

kazutora knows that he’s good at it — which is why he’d already purchased a bottle in advance in the event that you would require it.

sanzu

sanzu already has a bottle on standby. the moment he realizes you’re not wet enough, he’s slathering that shit on you.

sanzu will have one hand gripping his shaft as he spreads the lubricant with his cock, the tip bumping and brushing against your clit, before he’ll slowly sink into your heat. he’ll take his time with you, making sure that you’re not in any pain, and slowly lose himself in the feeling.

sanzu will wrap his fingers around your hips, lifting you slightly off the mattress as he forces you to meet his thrusts — grinding you against his cock. you’ll cum more times than you can count, in more positions than you can remember. you won’t need more lube if he cums inside of you, right?

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Sano 'Mikey' Manjirou - "While You Count Sheep"

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In which while your boss naps away on the sofa in his office, you sneak in and take off some of his workload in secret as usual. Or; In which even after years of being the loyal secretary to the head of Bonten, "Mikey", you still find yourself taking on more work than necessary if only to let the man sleep a few more minutes.

                                                                                                   

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The door opens with the near-silent click of the latch sliding back with the turn of the handle. [Name] pauses his movements after taking a single step inside the room; his keen ears picking up the sound of his boss sluggishly shifting about in his sleep. He keeps his body still even after the sound movement ceases; it would be a bother if he were caught. Once he was sure the sleeping man had fallen back into the vice grip of rem sleep, [Name] fully entered the room and softly shut the door behind him before directing his attention toward the large desk in the center of the room.

Letting out a quiet huff, he sat himself in the well-cushioned office chair and lowered its height; making sure to keep a mental note of its original position for when he eventually made his exit. He looked over the various collections of paperwork that held themselves together with paperclips in a medley of colors. The normal clutter that frequently occupied the desk was more organized than usual, which, while slightly reassuring, was also alarming. It was almost as if Mikey had done it on purpose to make it easier for him…

Although, the thought of the majorly depressed, nearly sleepless boss of his knowing about his secretive escapades wasn't all that off-putting now that he thought about it. Mikey was someone who had nearly a sixth sense for danger and [Name] doubted that he would allow himself to sleep when he was unaware of his surroundings. The man had more trust issues than he had seen in anybody in his entire lifetime, but he was sure that it was warranted, even if he had no idea of the snow-white-haired man's past.

[Name] shook his head as he moved on to the next collection of papers, already having completed three while he took an occasional glance at his boss's sleeping form. 

Perhaps, after he had finished a good two-thirds of this paperwork, he would try his hand at finding another healthy recipe that Mikey would like. The panda-eyed man's health was another one of his priorities. Even if it was Sanzu who usually takes care of that, [Name] couldn't help but want to pitch in as well. He was, after all, the second closest person to the head of Bonten out of all of its executives and employees.

“Hm…”  

The quiet slurred hum of the sleeping man to his left drew [Name]’s attention for a moment.

He quietly observed the thin man's relaxed expression with interest. Ghostly pale skin that seemed almost white at times, thin black brows that told of his original hair color, long black lashes that lay atop the apples of his cheeks and deep and heavy bags that hung under his eyes. The man resembled an apparition more than he did a human being.

[Name] huffed once again, eyes trailing back to the task at hand as he made a mental note to ask Sanzu to add Vitamin D supplements to Mikey's list of needed medications. 

As he invested himself into ‘his’ work he only vaguely paid mind to the quickly retreating daylight outside the window and the sluggish but certainly not involuntary movements of the supposedly sleeping man in the corner of his eye. Six piles of paperwork turned into five. Five turned to four. Four to three and three to two; and that was enough for now.

[Name] turned his gaze to the clock that hung above the doorway; 02:37, about six or so hours had passed by in what seemed like seconds. He sighed as he quietly rolled the chair back and stood up; staving off the urge to stretch and pop his joints with the reminder that his boss was still asleep only a couple of feet from him.

His eyes landed on said man and met with a pair of half-lidded, sleepy, abyssal black eyes. He froze, not daring to make even an inch under the near-predatory gaze of the panda-eyed man. Mikey, still half asleep, only stared at him unblinkingly before training his vision on the significantly more organized desk.

“You're done now…?”  

Mikey asked quietly, yet his voice seemed to drown out all of the noise of the outside traffic that poured in from the cracked window.

[Name] only nodded, slowly beginning to move again as he sensed no hostility. He pushed in the office chair and adjusted the height back with one, two, three, and a half pumps of the peddle.

“... tell Sanzu I want dorayaki.”  

The snow-haired man spoke again, adjusting his position on the plush cushions of the sofa and sinking into a relaxed lying position again, the blanket pulled to his chin.

“I'll tell him. I'll see you when you need me again, Sir.”  

[Name] replied, giving a respectful bow and moving to exit the room at a quick but still cautious pace.

As he gently pulled open the door, the quiet voice of Mikey caught his ears again, making him pause in movements.

“[Name]... ”  

He turned his head back to look at his panda-eyed boss, his posture respectful even as the white-haired man wiped the dry bits of crust from the corners of his eyes. How the man who masterminded the movements of Bonten managed to be cute and intimidating at the same time completely baffled him.

“... thank you.”  

Mikey muttered as he flicked his eye crust off somewhere across his room.

[Name] offered a small smile and nod as he exited Mikey's office, quietly closing the door behind him.

It seems that he had been discovered since the beginning. How fun.

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[yanderederee]

Congratulations!!!!!

Tokyo Revengers, Mikey

letter N

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Mikey does his best not to lose his temper with his s/o. He’s either ominously quiet, or obnoxiously affectionate to avoid being harsh on you.

It’s not very hard to piss him off; you can easily make him jealous by talking to anyone who isn’t him, make a rude comment you obviously don’t mean, etc.

If he feels like you needed to learn a lesson, he makes sure to give you a chance to redeem your mistakes. “Last chance y/nnchin… take it back…. You won’t? … fine.”

Unlike Izana, Manjiro doesn’t have the heart to hurt you. He would kill anyone who dared to lift a finger against you. He protects you from everyone, especially himself. He might have trouble controlling his dark impulses, but he refuses to let you be amongst the casualties.

Everyone else, however, is free game. Your closest friends will begin disappearing, your immediate and intermediate family befalling unfortunate accidents… everyone who you associate with will begin to avoid you or curse you for the things Mikey has done or will do to them.

Manjiro tries not to kill people if he can. He can and would, but he prefers to give you a chance to fix your wrong doings before he punishes you so deeply.

An example, if you tried confronting him about these disappearances, and try leaving him as a result, you’ll be soon be faced with a younger sibling, screaming and crying for you to help them. Mikey has their leg under his foot, pushing down hard enough for a bone cracking snap. “Last chance darling~ say you love me or break the other one…”

His eyes are void of all guilt, the child’s curdling wails for help sending you into such an extreme shock, you can’t deny him.

He knew you didn’t really want to leave him, you just forget what leaving him would mean.

[littlecoya]

My attempt at doing humor

[koishiro]

Can you please do how does it feel to date mikey sano mood board please

I love you’re mood board ❤️❤️

Dating Mikey Sano <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : he’s just a cutie and i luv him ☺️

[wingo5]

Awwwww Baji thinking about his mom :)) Also love how Mikey just wanders off

[faededaway]

[𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕠 𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕣𝕠 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣]

[warning: exhibitionism, pvp, fem reader, bike race mention, cumshot] [inspiration]

Manijo, Manjiro

After everything in his life, he wishes he could say he's calmed down a bit. But, he picked the life of midnight races and adrenaline, and you.

You, the other adrenaline rush in his life. The one who keeps him high at all times. You, who like him for what he's got. His dirty mouth and worse mannerism doesn't bother you one bit. If anything, it keeps pulling you to him.

He saw you at one of street races he'd gone to watch. He'd gone just to get a scope of the competition of an upcoming race. But you caught his eye with your jeans shorts and flag wrapped around your chest.

"She's the flag girl, dude. She'll take it off to wave it! You can see her tits when the race starts!" He was surprised to hear more whispers about you than any about the racers. But that meant no one here was worth watching than you were.

Maybe I'll give you something worth watching.

He'd strolled over to you with hands in his pockets, "is it true?"

You'd barely spared him a glance before he continued, "that everyone here sucks so bad, the showrunners stole your clothes?"

You'd glared at him but kept your eyes on the racers who were taking their positions.

"How much are they paying you? I could pay you double and give you some clothes," he leaned on pole you were standing next to, wearing his signature grin.

"Why don't you fuck off instead? Shut up and watch like the other bozos who've never touched a bike but talk like they're Steve McQueen or something."

He laughed off your remark and proposed, "wanna ride with me? Be the flag girl that wins the race?"

You finally looked at him to tell him off again, but the confidence in his eyes stopped you. Your eyes wandered over to the memorabilia on his jacket, you recognized him then. He's the guys everyone's been talking about. The one who wins every race.

"What's someone like you doing here?"

"What's someone like you doing here?" He parroted the question back to you.

You glared at him and looked away. The digital timer on the side was counting down to the start of the race. 30 seconds to start.

“Okay,” he laughed, “'m here to see how much I'll need to hold back to save these guys from embarrassing themselves in their next race.”

You sighed at that. It was embarrassing working here. It doesn't help that he was right on the money about the show runner situation too.

He laughed again, pissing you off further. 20 seconds to start.

“If you agree to ride with me, I'll enter the race. That's bound to make you some money, right?” 10 seconds to start.

That's not how this works but it would help your brother the show runner make some much needed cash. 5 seconds.

“You better win.” Go.

He'd won, of course. He's not sure if there was a prize involved in this race. To him, you were the prize. You'd laughed and cheered the whole way of the race. Your arms were wrapped tightly around his waist. Your flimsy top(that you did not wave as a flag) let him feel the warmth of your body over his leather. You'd even asked him to speed up at times. You loved speed just like he did. He loved hearing your giggles in his ear with the song of the wind. He knew this could not be a one time thing.

"Don't stop, I know a spot nearby," you whispered in his ear when he crossed the finished line. He followed as if it was a command.

The spot you spoke of was a rundown gas station with a back alley that seemed to be a popular place for a different kind of ride. "This was so we don't do the whole 'my place or yours' or the 'who pays?' thing."

"I wouldn't mind taking you on the streets, an alleyway seems fancy." His hands ran down your body as you giggled in reply.

He pulled off your clothes in one pull, "if this is what they saw before the race began, they'd be crashing into things." His lips sucked on your chest ravenously. Red and purple lined his touch on your skin.

His leather jacket hung on your shoulders, your back pressed to the wall of the alleyway that anyone could walk into. Even if no one walked over, they'd hear your mewls and whines for sure. Mikey didn't seem to care and neither did you.

His hands didn't leave your body even for a second. One hand played with you chest, while the other did the same to your pussy. His fingers would ghost over your stiff buds right after he'd pinched and pulled at them. His mouth followed the same 'soft one moment, hard the other' pace - pecking you one moment, sucking your skin the other.

Your legs wrapped around his waist. You felt his hardness on your stomach. You would have touched him if his touch relented, but his pace only let you cling onto him harder. A hand deep in his hair, the other clutching his shirt. He hadn't even put it in yet and you'd already scratched his back.

"Mikey, c'mon!"

He only stopped when you begged him for it. Laughter bubbled in his chest and you felt it in yours too. He's unlike any man you had previously. Any other man would've stuffed your face already but he touched you to please you.

"Put it in, baby." His hands moved to your waist, finally giving you a moment to do what you'd been wanting to do since getting on his bike.

You palmed him over his leather to get a feel for him before revealing the real package. Hot. Hard as fuck. Pulsating and hot.

He rolled his hips into your palm, rubbing himself into the warmth of your hands. "Ah, fuck!"

Mikey's whining wasn't any quieter than yours. You let in sooner than him. A moment's grace before you undo his buttons and look down at him.

Sticky wetness dripped from his pretty pink tip. You thumbed some of it and brought it to your lips. "Someone's keeping you well fed. Wouldn't mind throat-"

A deep thrust interrupted your dirty words. "Want your pussy today, baby."

Your hands returned to his neck, holding on for dear life. His thrusts choked the breathe out of your lungs. Each one as deep as the first one, but like his ride, he didn't do slow.

He'd avoided fingering you earlier, teasing your clit relentlessly. Your aching pussy throbbed with him in it. It loved the filling it was receiving. Slick dripped down your lips and made a mess on his blacks.

"Fuck, Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, slow down!" you weren't sure if you'd be able to keep up anymore before losing it.

"Are we nearing a curve, baby? Are we losing it? Hm? Are we gonna cum?" he slowed down like you asked but just a moment later, "let it lose, baby. Cum with me."

He groaned as he thrust in you for the last time, his dick throbbed in you before filling you with his warm sticky cum. Your body attuned to his play, came as asked.

A cacophony of your moans and whines filled the alleyway as the two of you came off of your high.

"Whew, someone call the janitor. Clean up in the cum-alley."

Your noise attracted some people, but with your back to the wall and Mikey before you, they couldn't see you.

"You look like you'd like to clean it up yourself." Mikey wrapped his jacket on your chest before taking out your shorts from his pocket.

"Nah, we're good. Hearing y'all was good enough for me. Just wanted to come over and see the goods f'myself, that's all."

Lucky for you, they'd walked away as you got dressed. But being caught with Mikey in your pussy felt -

"Felt you throb around me when they caught us, baby. Maybe next time, I really will take you on the streets." He'd tucked himself back in and was wiping your slick off his crotch with your flag top. His eyes bore into yours, a sly grin on his lips.

You'd laughed as you walked out of the alley and to his bike. "I felt you, too."

And that is how Mikey became your ride for life.

[missmadella]

Stiches and Smoke (Mikey x Reader)

Summary: You’re a strong and independent doctor who works in a hospital, living a relatively quiet life — that is, until you unexpectedly cross paths with Mikey and the Bonten gang. After helping a few of Bonten’s members in a medical emergency, Mikey takes notice of you, intrigued by your calm demeanor and beauty. At first, you try to brush off the attention, but as time goes on, your connection with Mikey grows, transforming from simple curiosity to something deeper.

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The air that night smelled like rain on concrete. Not fresh, not clean — but sharp. Metallic. You pulled your jacket tighter around yourself as you made your way down the narrow backstreet you always used to cut through the city.

It was late.

Too late for anyone decent to be out. And yet, here you were — fresh off a twelve-hour hospital shift, your sneakers damp from stepping through puddles that shimmered under streetlights.

You were halfway down the alley when you noticed them.

Two figures. Shadows leaning against the brick wall like they belonged to it — one hunched over, blood dripping steadily from between his fingers. The other stood a few steps away, head tipped back against the bricks, eyes on you like he’d been waiting.

Your breath caught, and your footsteps faltered.

Every part of your body said don’t. Don’t get involved. Don’t make eye contact. Don’t be a fool.

But you weren’t just anyone. You were a doctor. And whatever they were — whoever they were — one of them was bleeding badly.

So you didn’t speak.

You didn’t ask.

You just walked forward, slow and careful, like approaching a wild animal. When the taller one tensed, you raised your hands a little.

“I’m not here to cause problems,” you said softly. “Just let me look.”

They didn’t stop you. Didn’t answer, either.

Up close, the damage was worse — a deep gash near the ribs, already soaking through his shirt. Blood was pooling. Fast. Your hands moved automatically, muscle memory from a hundred similar nights in the ER. You dropped your bag beside him, tore open a packet of sterile gauze, and pressed it down.

He hissed in pain but didn’t move.

The quiet one finally spoke, voice low and slightly hoarse. “You a nurse or something?”

“Doctor,” you said, without looking up. “Emergency room. Just got off shift.”

A pause.

“…Shitty timing.”

“Could say the same to you.”

The tension didn’t vanish, but it shifted — less sharp now, more curious. You worked in silence for a few minutes, the only sounds your quiet instructions and the far-off hum of city life. Eventually, you taped the bandage down, still applying pressure.

“You need real care,” you murmured. “This isn’t going to hold long.”

“No hospitals,” the injured one said, tone flat but not aggressive.

You looked up at him. He was young. They both were. And dangerous. It was written all over them — in the way they held themselves, the quiet confidence, the blood.

But you didn’t feel scared. Not exactly. Just… unsettled.

“Fine,” you said. “Then you stay off that side and don’t reopen it. Don’t move too much. And keep it clean.”

The taller one stared at you, lips twitching into the smallest hint of a smirk.

“You always carry medical gear with you?”

You glanced at your bag. “Yeah. You’d be surprised how many emergencies happen between point A and point B.”

The other man — the one who hadn’t bled but had watched your every move — finally pushed off the wall. His voice was cooler, curious.

“Why’d you stop?”

You met his eyes.

“Because someone was bleeding to death in an alley, and I was the only one around.”

Simple as that.

You stood, wiping your hands with alcohol. “I don’t know who you are, and I don’t need to. I didn’t see anything.”

A pause.

Then, quietly:

“But if it gets worse, don’t be stupid. Come find me. I’m at the general hospital, Shibuya district.”

You turned and walked away.

You didn’t look back.

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The city never sleeps, but you did. At least, you tried to.

The night you patched up the two men in the alley felt like any other late shift — except something lingered in the air afterward, like a distant hum that you couldn’t shake.

You tried to forget about them, about the tall one with the bloodstained shirt and the other with the cold, assessing eyes. But the moment you walked into the hospital the next day, it was impossible.

There were murmurs in the halls. People were talking. Not about you. Not yet. But about a “business meeting” that had occurred just outside your workplace, and how a man with pink-tipped hair had asked about a particular doctor.

Curiosity stirred inside you, but you pushed it down. You were a professional, and your job was saving lives, not getting entangled in the mess that undoubtedly came with those types of people.

But life had a way of testing your resolve.

A week later, on your way home, you noticed the black car idling across the street. The tinted windows reflected nothing but the faint streetlights. It wasn’t until you stepped closer that the door opened.

Out stepped a man in a perfectly tailored suit, sharp as a blade.

It was him.

The one with the pink hair, the one you’d patched up in that alley.

He looked different now — clean, sharp, like a businessman, but his eyes were still just as cold, his posture still full of that dangerous confidence.

You froze. He wasn’t in a rush. He just stood there, looking at you, like he had been expecting you.

“Hey,” he said with an easy smirk, stepping into the space between you and the car. “I’m not here to cause trouble.”

The words sounded too casual, like he was trying to convince himself as much as you.

You crossed your arms, trying to hide how your pulse quickened. “I didn’t ask for trouble.”

“True,” he agreed. “But trouble does have a way of finding people like you.”

You raised an eyebrow, unsure if he was flirting or threatening you. “What do you want?”

He glanced over his shoulder, where the black car sat, silent as ever. His voice dropped, almost conspiratorial. “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t get in trouble for helping us out.”

“Why would I?” you asked. “I didn’t see anything. I don’t ask questions.”

He smiled at that, like your nonchalance amused him. “Yeah, that’s the problem. Not many people can do that.”

There was a long pause as he studied you — the kind of look that made you feel exposed, like he could see past the scrubs and the calm demeanor you put up. You hated how he made you feel so… vulnerable.

“I just helped you because it was the right thing to do. That’s it,” you said firmly, trying to hold your ground.

He tilted his head, considering your words, before his gaze softened. “Right thing to do… Yeah, I guess that’s one way to put it.”

Then, out of nowhere, the car door opened, and a tall man stepped out — a different one this time, but just as imposing, if not more so. Dark hair, intense eyes, a scar running down his jaw. He gave you a brief but pointed look before his attention shifted to the man standing next to you.

“You done here?” he asked, voice flat.

“Just making sure she’s not a liability,” the pink-haired man replied casually, then turned back to you. “By the way, we never got your name.”

You didn’t answer right away, still trying to wrap your head around the situation. They were watching you. You could feel it.

But you weren’t about to let them control the conversation.

“You don’t need it,” you replied, your voice firm, deflecting. “I helped you once, and that’s all I owe you.”

The man didn’t look surprised. In fact, he seemed more intrigued.

“Fair enough,” he said, voice cool, almost impressed. “But if you ever need anything — anything at all — we can be… helpful.”

With a slight nod, he turned and headed toward the car, the other man following closely behind, not sparing you another glance.

You stood there for a moment, staring at their retreating figures, trying to make sense of it all. You had no idea who they were, but something told you they weren’t the type to just vanish. They were always watching, always waiting.

You shook your head, walking the rest of the way home, but the unease followed you.

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You didn’t know how much of a point you made the night in the alley. You tried to ignore the feeling that was creeping from your back up to your shoulders. It was a light breeze in your mind that told you something was about to happen. The problem was that you didn’t want to be involved at all in the mess that was about to occur to you. You had done your job. You had helped when no one else could — and then you’d gone back to your normal life. Or at least, you’d tried to. But something about that night lingered, like a shadow you couldn’t shake, creeping into your thoughts every time you were alone. The way those men had looked at you, the way they seemed to almost... worship the fact that you hadn’t flinched at the sight of them. They weren’t just grateful. They had taken something from you that night. Something you didn’t know how to name. But that was the past. Right?

Sanzu was the first to approach you. You were finishing up your shift, about to leave for the day, when he appeared at the hospital’s entrance, a calm, almost predatory look on his face. You froze for a moment when you noticed him. There was something about the way he stood that made your instincts scream at you to be cautious.

He had always been hard to read, with his mischievous grin and the glint of danger in his eyes. This time, though, it was different. He wasn’t here with an injury or a casual encounter. He was here with purpose.

“Hey there, Doc,” Sanzu greeted you, his voice smooth but carrying an edge that made you pause. “Got a minute?”

You blinked, taken aback by the unexpected appearance. “Sanzu, right?” you asked, your voice steady. You had helped him a few times before, patched him up when things got rough. But this time, he wasn’t in pain.

“Yeah, that's me,” Sanzu responded casually. He stepped closer, his tone shifting slightly, growing more serious. “Look, Mikey’s been hearing a lot about you.”

You raised an eyebrow, confused. “Mikey?” you repeated. You didn’t know who that was, but the way Sanzu said it… it was like you were supposed to know.

Sanzu didn’t offer much of an explanation right away. Instead, he watched you closely, gauging your reaction. “You know, the boss of Bonten?” he said, his words almost casual but carrying weight with each one. “The one who runs things around here.”

Your heart skipped a beat. The mention of Bonten caught your attention instantly. You knew who they were — everyone did. The organization was known for its ruthlessness, its power, and its control over the underworld. But you hadn’t expected to be in the path of someone so influential.

Sanzu tilted his head slightly, noticing your hesitation. “Don’t worry,” he continued, his grin returning. “He just wants to meet you. You’ve caught his attention, Doc. Mikey’s curious.”

You opened your mouth to ask more questions, but Sanzu interrupted you before you could speak. “I’m not asking. Mikey wants to see you. It’s just a conversation, nothing to stress about.”

His words weren’t harsh, but there was an undertone of finality to them. It wasn’t a request. And you could tell by the way Sanzu spoke that saying “no” wasn’t really an option. Not if you wanted to stay on good terms.

“I don’t know…” you started, still hesitant. But Sanzu didn’t give you much room to protest.

“Trust me,” he said with a wink, his tone light but firm. “You’ll want to come. Mikey’s not someone you just brush off.”

There was a pause as Sanzu waited for your response, his eyes never leaving yours. You could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on you, but at the same time, there was a strange pull to his words. You didn’t know Mikey — not personally, at least — but the way Sanzu spoke about him made it clear that this was not an opportunity you should ignore.

You let out a soft sigh, resigned to your situation. “Fine. I’ll go with you,” you said, not exactly excited, but curious enough to see where this would lead.

A flash of approval passed through Sanzu’s eyes, but he didn’t say anything more. He simply gestured for you to follow him.

“Great. Mikey’s waiting.”

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The car ride to Mikey’s base was quiet, the weight of Sanzu’s words still lingering in your mind. You couldn’t shake the tension in the air, the sense that you were about to walk into something far bigger than you had anticipated. When the car finally stopped, you were led inside through a sleek, high-end building that screamed power. The atmosphere here was nothing like the hospital — it felt controlled, deliberate, like the pulse of the underworld itself.

Sanzu led you through several hallways, and eventually, you were stopped at a set of heavy doors. He knocked once before stepping aside, motioning for you to enter.

Inside, Mikey sat behind a large desk, his posture relaxed, yet you could feel the commanding aura surrounding him. He was calm, observant, his eyes fixed on you as soon as you stepped into the room. The silence between you two wasn’t awkward — it was the kind of quiet that came with understanding. Mikey wasn’t one to speak immediately. He preferred to observe, to let you come to him.

Sanzu stayed by the door, his arms crossed, leaning against the wall as if waiting for something to unfold.

Mikey broke the silence first, his voice smooth and steady. “You’re the one who helped our guy,” he said, his gaze not leaving you. “Sanzu’s told me about you.”

You weren’t sure how to respond. You didn’t know Mikey, but the way his words carried weight made it clear he wasn’t just speaking casually. He was making an assessment.

“Yeah, I just helped,” you replied, your voice steady, though your heart was racing. “I do it for a living. People get hurt all the time.”

Mikey leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharp. “Not like this. Most people wouldn’t step in like you did. You didn’t hesitate, didn’t ask for anything. That’s rare.”

The tension in the room grew heavier as Mikey’s calm demeanor remained unshaken. He wasn’t demanding anything from you, but there was a quiet power in the way he spoke, a presence that made you feel both at ease and on edge at the same time.

“You don’t strike me as someone who does things for recognition,” Mikey continued, his tone still even, but with a hint of curiosity. “That’s the kind of person I want to get to know better.”

You felt yourself shift slightly under his gaze, unsure of how to react to his words. Mikey’s aura didn’t come off as aggressive. It was more like a magnet, drawing you in even though you didn’t fully understand why.

“I’m not looking for anything in return,” you said, trying to keep things as neutral as possible. “I just did what I could.”

Mikey observed you in silence for a long moment, his eyes scanning you carefully. He wasn’t saying much, but everything in his gaze felt like it was weighing you — testing you. Finally, he spoke again, his voice softer but still carrying that edge of authority.

“You’re not like most people,” Mikey said. “That’s what I find interesting about you.”

A small silence filled the room, and for a moment, it felt like you were standing at the precipice of something you didn’t entirely understand. Mikey’s interest in you was clear, but what exactly he wanted from you — you couldn’t quite tell.

“I don’t need anything from you,” you added, your voice steady, firm. “I’m just doing my job. That’s all.”

Mikey’s lips quirked upward just slightly, but there was something more serious behind it now. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask,” he said, his voice quiet but still firm. “I don’t give favors to just anyone. But you’re different.”

You could feel his eyes on you, and something about the way he spoke made you feel like you were caught between two worlds — the one you knew, and the one Mikey represented. You didn’t want anything from him. You never had. You didn’t need his attention, his favors, or his help.

You nodded once, quietly. “Thanks. But I’m fine.”

Mikey didn’t press it any further. Instead, he sat back in his chair, his gaze never leaving you. “You’re free to go. But remember what I said.”

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As the door clicked shut behind you, Mikey leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping the desk. His eyes remained fixed on the spot where you had been standing moments ago. The room, though silent, felt charged with a quiet tension that only seemed to grow in your absence.

There was something about you that had caught his attention—something different. Mikey was used to people, used to the way they interacted with him, with Bonten. He was the boss; people either feared him, respected him, or had something to gain from being around him. But you… you weren’t like that.

Your composure, the way you’d handled the situation with such ease, had intrigued him. Most people would’ve been nervous or intimidated, but not you. You didn’t flinch when the weight of his gaze fell on you, nor did you try to impress him. You were just… yourself. And that was something Mikey wasn’t used to.

But it wasn’t just your attitude that had caught his attention. No, it was the way you looked. The way your eyes had met his, so steady, so confident. You were stunning, in a way that made his chest tighten without him even realizing it. You weren’t overly flashy, not like the women he was often surrounded by. You had a subtle beauty—one that didn’t beg for attention, but still managed to command it effortlessly. There was something raw and unspoken in your presence that he found himself drawn to.

As he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, Mikey couldn’t stop himself from replaying the moments you shared in his mind. Your voice, steady and calm. Your refusal to ask for anything in return, even when he offered. It was… impressive. People in his world usually had an agenda, something to gain from getting close to him, but not you. You didn’t seem to need anything, didn’t seem to want anything from him. And that intrigued him even more.

He couldn’t deny it—he wanted to know more about you. There was something about the way you held yourself that made him want to peel back your layers, to see what was underneath. You weren’t like the others who were easy to read. You were an enigma, and Mikey loved puzzles.

His thoughts drifted back to the way you’d spoken, how you had made it clear that you weren’t looking for anything from him. It was clear that you weren’t someone who could easily be bought or manipulated. And Mikey respected that. He didn’t want to be like the others who tried to control people, to bend them to their will. No, you were different, and Mikey liked that.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t intrigued by you. He had a sense of control, yes, but he had never been the type to force someone into his world. He wanted you to come to him, to seek him out on your own terms. And that… that was something Mikey had to have.

A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he thought about you walking out of the room. You weren’t scared, weren’t intimidated by his power. And that, in Mikey’s eyes, made you even more desirable. You didn’t need his protection, you didn’t need his money, and you definitely didn’t need his approval. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d be an interesting person to have in his life. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to know you—no, possess you in a way that was uniquely his.

Mikey sat back again, his gaze turning to the window, his fingers still tapping rhythmically on the desk. There was no rush. He wasn’t the type to rush anything, especially something like this. But the curiosity, the desire, was there, simmering under the surface. And one thing Mikey knew—he always got what he wanted.

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You didn’t ask for it. You didn’t need it. But somehow, Mikey had decided that you needed a personal bodyguard. Or at least, that’s what it felt like whenever one of his guys showed up uninvited to take you home after your shifts.

It started off small — Ran one evening, leaning against your office doorframe with that amused grin of his, informing you that Mikey “insisted” on him taking you home. You gave him a look that could have melted steel.

“I’m fine, Ran. I can take care of myself,” you’d said, trying to brush him off.

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes never leaving yours. “That’s cute, but Mikey says you need someone to make sure you get home safe. You know, considering the kind of people you’re around lately. Can’t have you getting hurt, right?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’m pretty sure I can walk myself home without a babysitter. But thank you for the unsolicited help, though,” you replied, voice laced with sarcasm.

Ran chuckled, his grin widening. “Mikey’s orders,” he said simply. “I’m just doing my job.”

After that night, it seemed like one of Mikey’s crew was always waiting outside the hospital at the end of your shift. Rindou, Kokonoi, Sanzu—each of them taking their turn, showing up like it was a normal thing. And all of them had the same excuse: “Mikey said.”

It was maddening, but there was something about the way they acted that made it impossible to just tell them to leave. It wasn’t like they were being pushy in a rude way, more like they genuinely thought they were helping you. Still, every time one of them showed up, you’d throw out a sarcastic remark just to let them know how you felt about their “kindness.”

“I didn’t ask for a ride,” you said to Kokonoi one evening, crossing your arms as you met his gaze. He looked completely unbothered by your irritation.

“Doesn’t matter if you asked for it or not,” Kokonoi replied, his tone amused. “Mikey’s orders are Mikey’s orders. And trust me, you’re better off letting us make sure you get home in one piece. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you, Doc.”

“Right. Because I'm sure I’m an easy target for someone like you to protect,” you shot back with a roll of your eyes. “Do I look that helpless to you?”

He gave a shrug, that same smile still on his face. “It’s not about looking helpless. It’s about keeping you safe. And, to be honest… Mikey’s kind of attached.”

At that last part, your eyebrows furrowed. You didn’t know how to take that. The idea that Mikey, the boss of Bonten, was personally concerned about your safety was strange. You weren’t some damsel in distress — you were a doctor. And though Mikey had caught your attention in the past, it wasn’t like you were about to fall into his arms because of his "protection." Yet, part of you felt a little unsettled by his constant surveillance.

The next few days were no different. When you stepped outside one evening, there was Sanzu waiting by your car, hands casually in his pockets. “Mikey’s worried about you,” he said with that usual smirk. “You should let me take you home, Doc. Wouldn’t want anyone to catch a glimpse of you with Bonten’s crew around here.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “This is getting ridiculous. I’m not a target, Sanzu. You don’t need to babysit me.”

“Cute,” he said, his grin widening, eyes gleaming with amusement. “You say that like it’s a choice. We’re just making sure you stay safe, that’s all. Mikey’s got plans for you, you know.”

You couldn’t stop the eye roll that escaped your lips. “Plans? What kind of plans?”

“Plans,” Sanzu repeated. “You don’t need to worry about it. You’ll find out soon enough.”

It was all starting to feel like a game, and you didn’t like the feeling of being manipulated, even if it was in a subtle way. But despite your annoyance, there was something that made you reluctant to shake them off entirely. Maybe it was the way they seemed to genuinely care in their own strange way — a way that, while frustrating, made you feel like you weren’t entirely alone.

But as the days wore on, you couldn’t deny that Bonten’s influence in your life was starting to wear on you. It wasn’t just the fact that you were being escorted home, sometimes by two or three members at a time. It was the little things — like the way you would walk into the hospital lobby and find one of them already sitting, waiting, not even seeming to mind that they were intruding on your personal space.

One evening, after a long shift, you found Ran waiting by your car again. He gave you a knowing look, one eyebrow arched. “You look like you’ve had enough of us.”

You gave him a half-smile. “You’re not wrong,” you muttered, but despite your frustration, you couldn’t bring yourself to turn him away.

“Look,” Ran began, his usual teasing demeanor softening slightly, “Mikey just wants to make sure nothing happens to you. He’s… protective of you. Even if you don’t get it.”

You blinked at him, taken aback by his rare seriousness. “Protective?” you repeated, the word sitting heavily on your tongue. “Mikey doesn’t know me. How can he be protective of someone he doesn’t even know?”

“You’d be surprised,” Ran replied, his tone gentle, his eyes almost apologetic. “Mikey doesn’t let just anyone in. And he’s got his reasons for keeping an eye on you.”

You shook your head, still not fully convinced. “I can take care of myself, you know.”

“We know,” Ran said, his grin returning. “But Mikey doesn’t trust anyone to handle his own business. And you? Well, you’ve caught his eye.”

The way he said it, the casual way it rolled off his tongue, made you feel even more confused. Mikey was… interested? You didn’t know what to think about that, but it seemed like his influence was growing stronger. With each passing day, Bonten’s reach extended further into your life, and no matter how sarcastic or frustrated you were with it, you couldn’t help but wonder what Mikey wanted from you.

Despite your frustration, you couldn’t help but feel a little curious about what Mikey saw in you. He was the boss of Bonten, a world of power, manipulation, and danger. Yet, with the way his crew treated you — each one of them almost protective in their own unique way — you began to wonder if there was more to this than just Bonten’s typical power plays.

The more they hovered around you, the more you started to see that you weren’t just being watched; you were being wanted. And that made everything more complicated than it should’ve been.

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The routine had settled in over the past few weeks. Every shift at the hospital, it was the same — Mikey’s crew would show up, sometimes two or three of them, just waiting by your car or lurking in the lobby. They were no longer just a presence in the background; they were a fixture in your day.

At first, you tried to keep a professional distance, maintaining your role as a doctor and not as the target of Mikey’s attention. But the longer it went on, the more they began to soften, calling you little nicknames that you couldn’t quite ignore.

“Hey, princess,” Ran would greet you with a grin. “How’s the day treating you?”

“You’re looking good today, doll,” Rindou would add, a playful smirk curling on his lips as he looked you up and down.

At first, you found it irritating. You didn’t need these guys calling you pet names, but you couldn’t deny that they weren’t malicious. It was just how they were, wrapped in the strange, possessive aura of their leader Mikey. Even Sanzu, with his usual chaos, started referring to you as “princess” with a certain fondness.

It wasn’t like you enjoyed the attention, but after a while, you found yourself looking forward to their banter — even if you would never admit it out loud. They were a part of your daily life now, for better or worse.

Then, one evening, something happened that you couldn’t have anticipated.

It was a late shift, and you were finishing up with a particularly difficult patient. He’d been difficult all night, lashing out, refusing treatment, and growling insults at anyone who came near. But you, as always, kept your calm. You’d worked with patients like this before, and you knew how to handle them.

However, tonight, something snapped in the patient. The moment you turned your back to grab a syringe, he lunged, and before you could react, his fist collided with your face.

The blow was hard and swift. Your vision blurred as pain shot through your skull, and the metallic taste of blood filled your mouth. You staggered back, hands instinctively reaching for your face, but the damage was done. Blood streamed down your chin, staining your scrubs.

You stumbled into the wall, catching yourself as your head spun. The pain was overwhelming, but you gritted your teeth. You couldn’t afford to show weakness, not with your reputation as the strong, unshakable doctor. But this time, the force of the punch left you disoriented.

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The emergency room lights buzzed above you as the nurses worked quickly to assess your injuries. The hit you’d taken was brutal, and even with the painkillers, your body felt like it was on fire from the swelling in your cheek and the deep gash that ran from your lip down to your jaw.

You were glad they didn’t make a big deal out of it. The hospital was already busy, and the last thing you wanted was to be in the spotlight. You just needed to get patched up, go home, and sleep this off.

A different doctor, one you didn’t recognize, entered the room with a brief nod. He was older, calm, and professional, quickly getting to work on cleaning the blood off your face. The sharp sting of antiseptic against the cuts made you wince, but you kept your eyes closed, trying to block out the pain.

He didn’t ask too many questions, thankfully. His hands were steady as he applied stitches, giving you a few instructions on how to care for the wounds. The nurse assisting him finished quickly, wrapping a bandage around your head to keep the gauze in place.

“You’ll be fine,” the doctor said as he finished up. “Just make sure to rest. The swelling should go down in a few days. If you feel dizzy or experience any vision issues, come back in immediately.”

You nodded, barely registering his words. You just wanted to get out of here, away from the sterile environment that felt suffocating. The doctor handed you a prescription for painkillers and left you with the nurse to handle the paperwork. You barely paid attention as you signed the forms. The less interaction with people, the better.

Once the formalities were over, you slowly stood up, your body feeling stiff from the impact and the weight of everything that had happened. The throbbing pain in your face was almost unbearable, but you were used to this by now. You could handle it. You always did.

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The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly as you shuffled through the hospital corridors, your steps slow and heavy. Every movement seemed to draw more attention to the sharp pain in your face, and you couldn’t help but wince slightly with every step you took. The gash on your cheek throbbed, but the worst of it was the exhaustion that had set in. You just wanted to get home, crawl into bed, and forget about everything.

You’d been treated by another doctor — someone unfamiliar — who stitched up your wound and gave you some painkillers. They didn’t make a big fuss about it, and you were thankful for that. You just needed some peace, no more drama. You had done your part, helped someone, and now, you just wanted to go back to your normal life.

As you stepped outside the building, the cool air hit your face, sending a shiver down your spine. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to ignore the pain, but the discomfort was all too real. The hospital's looming white walls felt like they were closing in on you as you walked toward the curb.

That was when you saw them — the black car, parked at the curb, its engine off. You didn’t even need to see their faces to know who it was. The moment the tinted window rolled down, revealing Ran and Rindou’s concerned expressions, your heart sank.

You stopped in your tracks, an uneasy feeling creeping up your spine. You’d been hoping for a quiet evening to recover, not this.

“What the hell are you two doing here?” you asked, a little sharper than you intended, but the pain was starting to make you irritable. You didn’t need anyone else involved in your life right now, especially not Bonten.

Ran’s gaze immediately sharpened when he saw you. His eyes flickered to your swollen cheek, and his expression darkened. “What the hell happened to you?” His voice was low, almost furious, and it caught you off guard.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, trying to brush it off, though even you could tell your words sounded hollow. “It’s just a little bump, nothing serious.”

But Rindou wasn’t buying it. He got out of the car quickly, his face tight with concern, though there was a hint of anger in his eyes. “Don’t give us that bullshit,” he snapped, his tone almost harsh. “You’re bleeding like hell. That’s not ‘nothing.’”

“Ran, Rindou, I’m fine,” you repeated, a little more forcefully, your irritation growing. “I don’t need anyone coming to pick me up. I can get home myself.”

But they weren’t having it. Ran stepped forward, his body blocking your path as his hands went to your shoulders, almost gripping you too tightly. His gaze hardened, and you could see the worry eating at him beneath the anger. “You think you can just walk off a hit like that? We told you, you’re not safe anymore. You’re with us now. You’re Bonten’s responsibility.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Rindou’s sharp voice cut you off. “No one gets left alone, especially not you. You think this is a game?” His words weren’t harsh, but they were firm, and the way he looked at you — as if you were already in danger, as if you didn’t have a choice — made your stomach twist. “Someone could have seen you here, with us, and that makes you a target. And I’m not letting anything happen to you.”

You narrowed your eyes, the anger bubbling up inside you. “I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to be dragged into your mess.”

But they didn’t budge. Ran’s grip on your shoulder tightened, and there was something in his eyes now — something that wasn’t just anger, but genuine concern. “Doesn’t matter,” he said softly, his voice dropping a few degrees. “You’re in this now. And we’re not letting you go until we know you’re safe. Got it?”

Rindou sighed, frustration clear in his voice. “Look, we get it, alright? You don’t want our help. But this is bigger than you think. You’re not just some random person anymore. Mikey wants you safe. We’re taking you to him.”

Your jaw clenched. “I don’t need a babysitter. I didn’t ask for any of this.”

Ran’s expression flickered between anger and something else — something softer. His mouth tightened as if he were trying to hold back his frustration. “You’re right. You didn’t ask for any of it. But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re involved now.”

They were both looking at you like you were a ticking time bomb. You wanted to push back, to tell them to leave you alone, but the truth was, they were right. The world you had tried to keep yourself away from was pulling you in, and no matter how many times you tried to shut it out, you were too far in now to escape.

Rindou glanced at Ran, his lips pressing into a thin line. “We’re not leaving without you,” he said, his tone final. He turned back to you, concern still in his eyes, but there was an undeniable hardness to his words. “You’re coming with us. Whether you like it or not.”

You stared at them for a moment, feeling the weight of their eyes on you. Despite your irritation and frustration, you could see how seriously they were taking this. You might not like it, but you knew there was no arguing with them.

“Fine,” you muttered, your voice laced with bitterness. “But this doesn’t mean I’m part of your little gang.”

Ran’s lips quirked up slightly, but there was no amusement in his expression. “We’ll see about that.”

With that, they both led you toward the car, their hands never leaving your shoulders as if to make sure you didn’t try to walk away. You slid into the back seat with Ran beside you, the door closing with a soft thud. Rindou slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine.

As the car pulled away, you leaned your head back against the headrest, closing your eyes, exhausted by everything that had happened. But despite your fatigue, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was far from over. You were no longer just a bystander, no longer able to pretend that none of this affected you.

The world of Bonten was far too close now.

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Mikey’s eyes followed you intently as you walked into the room, your steps hesitant, your posture still stiff from the pain. His gaze immediately locked onto the gash on your cheek, the swollen bruise that had already begun to form. It wasn’t the kind of wound that could be ignored, not by anyone with half a brain. You were a doctor — someone who took care of others, yet here you were, hurt in front of him. And it pissed him off more than he cared to admit.

Sanzu was standing near the door, arms crossed, watching the interaction unfold with a smirk that didn't quite match the mood of the room. Ran and Rindou, who had been with you earlier, stood off to the side, their usual composure faltering just slightly as they noticed the same thing Mikey had — that cut on your cheek was far worse than you were letting on.

Mikey, though, didn’t say anything for a few moments. His silence was unnerving, but his expression said enough. It was a mix of concern and something deeper — something he wasn’t ready to acknowledge yet, even to himself.

Without a word, Mikey slowly moved closer to you. His presence was commanding, his every step deliberate. You didn’t flinch at his approach, but your muscles tensed, and Mikey noticed. You were still too proud to show weakness, but he wasn’t here for your pride right now. He was here because you were hurt, and that meant something to him — even if he didn’t want to admit it out loud.

He stopped just a foot away from you, his eyes tracing the outline of the injury on your face, the dark purple bruise already spreading across your cheek. His jaw clenched, and for a split second, it was clear to anyone watching that he was trying to keep his anger in check.

Without thinking, Mikey reached out, his fingers brushing lightly across your cheek, careful not to touch the injury directly. His touch was surprisingly gentle, almost tender as he tilted your head slightly, his fingers warm against your skin. You flinched a little at the movement, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in closer, his voice low but filled with genuine curiosity — and concern.

“Who did this?” he asked, his tone soft yet firm, like a command. His gaze flickered for a brief moment toward Ran, then Rindou, and finally to Sanzu, who stood quietly by the door, his expression unreadable. The shift in Mikey’s posture told them all what they needed to know. He was pissed, and whoever had hurt you was about to regret it.

But Mikey wasn’t the type to lash out immediately. No, he was more calculating than that. He needed answers first.

You hesitated, your lips pressing into a tight line, but before you could respond, Ran and Rindou both exchanged glances — they knew what Mikey was asking, and they could see the simmering frustration in his eyes. But they didn’t speak, understanding Mikey’s need to hear it from you.

It was Rindou who stepped forward first, his expression neutral, but his voice hard. “It was a patient. Hit her in the face pretty hard. It’s why she’s here, Mikey. We should’ve had her taken care of sooner.”

Mikey didn’t take his eyes off you, though. He didn’t care about the explanation right now. What mattered to him was making sure you were okay — or at least, as okay as you could be after whatever had happened.

You swallowed, feeling his gaze on you, and then, despite the exhaustion that weighed on you, you exhaled slowly. “It was an accident. Just some stress from a patient. Nothing serious.” You tried to brush it off, but Mikey wasn’t having any of it. He could see right through you — the way your words didn’t match the pain in your eyes.

He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, his thumb brushed gently along your jawline, just below the bruise, as if silently assessing the damage. His hand was still there, his fingers tender against your skin, as if he was trying to anchor himself to something — you, maybe, or the moment. You didn’t flinch away, but you didn’t look up either. His touch was both comforting and unnerving, and it made you feel vulnerable in a way you weren’t used to.

For a brief moment, the room was silent. The others watched closely, waiting for Mikey’s next move. It was Sanzu, ever the one to break the tension, who finally spoke.

“Mikey,” Sanzu said, voice low but with an edge of caution. “You should get her checked out properly. It’s not just a scratch.”

Mikey’s gaze flickered to Sanzu, and the tension in the room only deepened. Sanzu wasn’t wrong, but Mikey didn’t like the idea of you being handled by anyone else.

With a deep breath, Mikey pulled his hand back slowly, his eyes dark with something unreadable. He looked down at you again, his expression serious but still soft, almost reluctant. “Don’t brush this off,” he said quietly, his tone firm yet reassuring. “We take care of our own. You’re with Bonten now, and that means you’re not alone.”

You opened your mouth to argue, to tell him that you didn’t need anyone’s help, but Mikey stopped you before you could get the words out. His gaze softened, but there was an edge of steel beneath it that you couldn’t ignore.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Mikey continued, his voice low. “But if you need anything, you come to me. Don’t let your pride get in the way.”

He paused for a moment, giving you a look that made it clear this was the end of the conversation, at least for now. “Get some rest. We’ll figure the rest out.”

You didn’t answer him right away. You didn’t know how to. Mikey’s concern — his unspoken possessiveness — was starting to sink in. You had come here as a stranger, just someone who patched up a few of Bonten’s members, but now, with each passing day, you were more and more involved in their world. And Mikey? Well, he was clearly making sure you stayed a part of it, whether you liked it or not.

As you turned to leave, Mikey’s voice stopped you, and you paused, tension building in the room.

“Wait,” Mikey said, his tone low but firm. You looked back at him, meeting his gaze. “You’re not going back to your place. Not like this.”

Before you could respond, Mikey held up his hand, his expression brokering no argument. “You’re coming with me. You need rest, and I’m not leaving you alone to heal in some tiny apartment. You’ll stay with me until you’re healed.”

The finality of his words hit you hard. He was demanding it now, not asking. His gaze was unwavering, and something about the way he said it made it clear this wasn’t up for debate.

“I’ll take you to my penthouse,” Mikey added, his tone softening slightly, but the determination still lingered beneath it. “You can stay there until you're well enough to go back to your life. No arguments.”

You stared at him, taken aback by his demand. It felt like a move that left no room for refusal, and you didn’t know how to react. A part of you wanted to resist, but the way he looked at you — like this was the only choice he was giving you — made it hard to say no.

Finally, you let out a frustrated sigh, resigning yourself to the situation. “Fine,” you muttered, the exhaustion and frustration starting to wear on you. “But only until I’m healed.”

Mikey gave you a small, approving nod, the tension in his shoulders easing as he stepped toward you. “Good. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

The others filed out as Mikey led you toward the door, his hand hovering near your back as he guided you toward the waiting car. You didn’t resist; you were too tired, too drained to do anything other than follow.

As the car drove off, Mikey’s gaze stayed fixed on you. And somewhere in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder just how much deeper this connection with you was going to get. The world of Bonten was dangerous, but for some reason, he wasn’t ready to let you slip away from it — not yet, not ever.

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You sat in the plush, luxurious surroundings of Mikey's penthouse, the warm glow of the city lights filtering in through the windows. The weight of his presence was never far from your mind, and tonight, as you leaned against the couch, sipping tea, it felt even heavier. His gaze was always on you, though he rarely said much, and you couldn’t quite figure out how to deal with it.

You had become used to this — his quiet attention, his strange care. But you also knew that his world was dangerous, unpredictable. Every day, you tried to push away the creeping thoughts that reminded you that you didn’t belong here. The fact that you were here, under his roof, resting after an attack that had happened because of Bonten, weighed heavily on your conscience.

Mikey had made it clear that he wanted to protect you, to keep you safe. But what did that mean for you? You weren’t someone who needed to be saved. You weren’t some damsel in distress, waiting to be plucked from the dangers of the world. You had your own life, your own career, your own independence. Being here, surrounded by wealth and luxury, felt like an escape from your reality — and yet it felt wrong.

As if reading your thoughts, Mikey suddenly spoke, his voice low but direct.

“Have you ever thought about quitting your job?” he asked, his eyes studying you carefully. There was a calm certainty in his tone, as though he expected you to say yes. “I’ve got enough money to take care of you. You don’t have to work if you don’t want to.”

You blinked at him, taken aback by the offer. For a moment, you didn’t know how to respond. Your mind raced, but you couldn’t find the right words. Quitting your job? It sounded so… foreign. So unlike what you’d built for yourself. You were a doctor, after all. You’d worked hard to get where you were, and the thought of just giving that up, of depending on someone like Mikey, was uncomfortable.

"I didn’t take this job for nothing," you finally said, your voice coming out quieter than you intended. "I worked hard to get where I am."

Mikey didn’t seem bothered by your hesitation. He leaned back, his gaze softening slightly, though his eyes never left you. “I know you did. And I respect that. But you don’t need to keep working if you don’t want to. You could stay here with me. I’ve got everything you need.”

There it was. The offer. The easy way out. You could stop worrying about the day-to-day grind. No more late shifts. No more hospital emergencies. Just a life of peace, of luxury. But was that what you wanted?

You ran a hand through your hair, your mind torn. You had always prided yourself on your independence. The idea of giving it up felt suffocating. And yet, when you looked at Mikey — the man who had saved you, who had taken you under his wing — there was a part of you that could see the temptation.

But that was the problem, wasn’t it? Mikey was a part of Bonten. He was the head of an organization that operated in the shadows, and even though he seemed to care about you, you couldn’t deny the danger that came with being close to him. The world he inhabited was dark, dangerous. You didn’t want to be dragged into it, to become just another pawn in his game.

“I appreciate the offer, Mikey,” you began, meeting his eyes. “But I don’t know if I can just quit everything. It’s not that simple.”

Mikey didn’t push. Instead, he leaned in a little, his voice quieter now, almost gentle. “I didn’t mean to make it sound like it’s an ultimatum,” he said, his hand reaching out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “But I can tell you’re tired. You’re not the type of person who lets things go easily. So let me make it easier for you. You don’t have to worry about your job or anything else. Just focus on getting better. Let me take care of everything else.”

His words made something inside you ache. There was no force behind them, no demand. It was just an offer. But it still felt like so much. You weren’t used to depending on anyone. You had never needed anyone to take care of you. You didn’t want to be some... trophy in Mikey’s world. You didn’t want to be his ‘princess,’ a delicate thing to be shielded from the world.

You looked away, your heart racing as you tried to process his offer. Your thoughts swirled in a confusing tangle of emotions. Was this what you wanted? A life where you didn’t have to struggle anymore, where Mikey provided for you? It was tempting, but you couldn’t just forget who you were. You weren’t some damsel. You were a doctor.

But then again, Mikey wasn’t asking you to give up everything. He just wanted you to focus on healing, on being taken care of. And yet, the conflict inside you remained. You felt like you were being pulled in two different directions: your pride, your desire to stay independent, and the quiet, tempting thought that maybe — just maybe — you could let go of the reins for once.

The silence between you two lingered, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Mikey didn’t pressure you. He just waited. The weight of his concern was still there, but there was also something more — something deeper, something that felt like he genuinely cared about your well-being.

“I don’t know yet,” you said, finally breaking the silence. “But I’ll think about it.”

Mikey nodded, as if he had expected that answer. “Take all the time you need. But remember, the offer’s always there.”

You sighed, leaning back into the couch, the tension slowly leaving your body. For the first time in days, you felt like you could breathe. Maybe Mikey wasn’t so bad, after all. Maybe you didn’t have to figure everything out just yet.

But that didn’t mean you were ready to give up your independence. You weren’t sure what the future held, but for now, the offer hung in the air, both a temptation and a challenge.

And that challenge — the question of what you truly wanted — was something you’d have to face, one way or another.

The morning sun streamed through the windows of Mikey's penthouse, casting a soft glow across the room. You stretched and yawned, your body still feeling a bit sore from the hit you’d taken the night before. You were slowly adjusting to being here, to being taken care of by Mikey and his crew. It wasn’t exactly what you were used to, but there was something strangely comforting about the whole situation.

You had barely started to get comfortable when Mikey walked into the living room, flashing a mischievous grin as he leaned against the doorway. “How are you feeling, princess?” he asked casually, his hands tucked into the pockets of his black hoodie. His usual laid-back demeanor was in full effect, but there was still that lingering edge of concern in his eyes.

You didn’t even bother rolling your eyes. You were getting used to the nickname, though it still sounded a bit ridiculous coming from him. “I’m fine,” you replied, taking a sip from the coffee mug in your hands. “Just a little sore.”

Mikey nodded, satisfied with your answer, before glancing at his phone. “Good. Now, how about we do something fun today? Ran and Rindou are going to take you out for some shopping. I’ve got a bit of a treat for you.”

Before you could even protest or suggest that you didn’t need anything, Ran and Rindou had already appeared at the doorway, their presence commanding attention. Ran, with his effortless style and sharp gaze, was the first to speak.

“Come on, doll, let’s get you some new clothes,” Ran said, his grin wide. His tone was playful, and despite the harshness of his usual demeanor, there was a softness in his eyes whenever he looked at you.

Rindou, ever the laid-back one, leaned against the wall casually. “Yeah, we’ve got to spoil you a little,” he said with a smirk. “Mikey insisted, so you don’t have much choice.”

You raised an eyebrow at Mikey, who simply shrugged, as if he didn’t care about your objections. “Consider it a reward for staying here,” he said, his voice playful, but there was a hint of something deeper behind his words. “I don’t like seeing you in those old clothes.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “I’m a doctor, not a model,” you replied, shaking your head. But despite yourself, you were starting to feel a little excited at the idea of shopping with them. You were curious to see how they would treat you outside of Mikey’s penthouse.

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The car ride was short but filled with teasing banter. Ran and Rindou took turns calling you “princess” and “doll,” their voices laced with mock affection that you were starting to get used to, even if it still made you feel a bit embarrassed. It didn’t take long before you arrived at a high-end shopping district, the kind of place you never thought you’d step foot in unless it was for an emergency.

As you entered the first boutique, Ran’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “Alright, princess, pick out whatever you want,” he said, leading you toward the clothing racks. “Money isn’t an issue, so you’ve got free reign.”

Rindou shot you a teasing glance. “You’re not bad to look at, so it’s only fair we spoil you.”

Your face flushed at the compliment, but you quickly deflected, pretending to be interested in a jacket that caught your eye. “I don’t need this much attention,” you muttered, but deep down, you couldn’t deny that their attention made you feel... special. You were never the type to be pampered, and yet, something about being with them, even in this environment, made you feel like you were a part of something bigger. Something exciting.

Rindou laughed softly, leaning closer to you. “Don’t be modest. You’re our ‘doll,’ remember? You deserve it.”

Ran nodded. “Exactly. We’ve been keeping an eye on you, princess. It’s time you had something nice.”

They moved with you through the store, picking out clothes, offering suggestions, and laughing at your reluctant attitude toward all the attention. As you walked out of one boutique with shopping bags in hand, you couldn’t help but notice the looks they gave you. Ran seemed like the protective older brother type, always making sure you were comfortable and well taken care of. Rindou, while more laid-back, always made sure to keep things lighthearted, his easygoing nature balancing out Ran’s seriousness.

When it was time for lunch, they led you to a small café, and the teasing continued. They didn’t stop calling you “princess” or “doll,” but now there was a sense of camaraderie. They were starting to see you less as someone Mikey was protecting and more as a part of their world. You could tell that they liked you, and, despite everything, you liked them too — even if you didn’t fully understand why.

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By the time the day was over, you were exhausted. Your arms were full of shopping bags, your stomach content from a delicious meal, and yet there was still something gnawing at you. Bonten had a way of making you feel wanted, important, even if it was in a world that felt foreign and dangerous.

You arrived back at Mikey’s penthouse, your mind still processing everything. As you stepped out of the car, Mikey was waiting for you, his expression unreadable as he watched you approach.

"Did you have fun?" Mikey asked, his voice casual, but there was an undercurrent of something more intense in his tone.

You nodded, trying to hide your smile. “It was... alright. Your guys are pretty hard to get used to.”

He smirked at that, stepping closer to you. “That’s because they like you, princess. They see what I see.”

You felt a lump form in your throat at his words. There was something about Mikey’s attention — something you hadn’t quite figured out yet, but couldn’t ignore. It wasn’t just the way he looked at you, it was the way everyone in Bonten did. Like you were someone they couldn’t quite get enough of. And for reasons you couldn’t explain, that feeling began to settle deep inside you.

Mikey’s hand found its way to your cheek again, his touch gentle but firm. "You’re a part of this now," he said softly, his voice taking on a serious tone that sent a shiver down your spine. "And I don’t want anything to happen to you."

You didn’t say anything in return, but you didn’t need to. The unspoken agreement hung in the air, thick with anticipation. The question of what this all meant for you lingered in the back of your mind, but for now, all you could do was follow the pull of his presence. You were here to stay, at least for a while. And Mikey... Mikey was slowly making it clear that he had no intention of letting you go.

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The days spent with Mikey felt like they were slipping through your fingers, but you were too caught up in the whirlwind to care. He was always there, a presence that both unsettled and comforted you in equal measure. He’d started to show up more frequently, either checking in on you at the penthouse or inviting you out for casual outings with the Bonten crew.

At first, you told yourself you didn’t need any of it — the expensive dinners, the lavish gifts, the constant attention. You were fine on your own, doing your own thing, keeping a distance from their world. But Mikey’s smile, his quiet but undeniable presence, made it harder for you to ignore the fact that you were slowly becoming a part of his life.

And maybe, just maybe, you were starting to like it.

He would always ask about your day, about the work you did at the hospital, his eyes always keen to know how you were doing. He would sit next to you, not forcing conversation, but there in that comfortable silence that didn’t feel awkward at all. It was as if he had a way of making everything feel natural, even when everything around you was anything but.

“You’ve been quiet lately, princess,” Mikey said one evening, sitting beside you on the couch. You had just finished a quiet dinner, the kind that felt oddly intimate in his massive penthouse. The soft glow of the city lights through the windows cast a warm light across the room, but you couldn’t help the unease that still lingered in the back of your mind. Something about the life you were now entangled in — the life of Bonten — still made you uneasy.

“Just thinking,” you replied, your gaze shifting to the window.

Mikey noticed the change in your demeanor immediately. His hand reached out, brushing a lock of hair from your face, and you couldn’t help but shiver at his touch.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, his voice low, almost soothing.

You hesitated, but his gaze was intense, and you found it hard to look away. He was different from the rest of the Bonten members, more serious in his demeanor, more quietly possessive when it came to you. It felt like he cared — more than you were willing to admit, even to yourself.

“I’m just… not used to this,” you said softly. “Your world, I mean.”

Mikey studied you for a long moment, his thumb brushing the back of your hand gently. “I get it,” he said finally, his voice sincere. “But you don’t have to be. You’re here with me now. And I’m not letting you go.”

His words lingered in the air, the intensity of them catching you off guard. You hadn’t expected him to be so direct, so confident in his actions. You wanted to pull back, to remind yourself that this was all a little too much, but the way Mikey looked at you — the way he was willing to put himself in your life, even if it meant pulling you deeper into his world — made it hard to do so.

“I’m not going anywhere, princess,” he added, the smirk on his lips softening, his eyes warm. “And I’m not letting anyone hurt you either.”

You couldn’t help but soften at his words, something in your chest tightening, feeling the weight of his protectiveness more than you cared to admit. Despite your reservations, despite the world he lived in, you felt something for him. Something you hadn’t expected.

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It had been an ordinary evening. You’d finished your shift at the hospital, your mind already wandering to the comfort of Mikey’s penthouse, the promise of peace after another long day. You were used to the routine now, even if it still felt strange at times. Your world had shifted so suddenly, and yet, in a way, you had adapted to it.

You pulled your coat tight around you as you stepped out into the cool night air. The streets were quiet, save for the distant hum of cars passing by and the occasional sound of the city’s nightlife coming to life. Your thoughts wandered back to Mikey — how protective he’d been lately, how he had insisted on taking care of everything for you, from the smallest task to the biggest decisions. You tried to tell yourself it was too much, that you didn’t need it, but every time you saw his intense, caring gaze, you couldn't bring yourself to push him away.

You were only a few steps away from your car when you felt a hand grip your arm from behind, pulling you into an alley before you could even react. Panic shot through you as you tried to scream, but a rough hand pressed over your mouth, stifling any noise. You twisted and struggled in their grip, your heart hammering in your chest as the world around you suddenly seemed dark and foreign.

"Shh," a voice whispered coldly, its owner stepping closer. "Don’t make a sound, sweetheart."

You tried to kick, to fight back, but the person who held you was far too strong. With one swift motion, they shoved you into a van that was waiting just ahead. The door slammed shut behind you, and the world outside was swallowed by darkness. The air in the van was stale, the only sound being your own heavy breathing as the reality of the situation set in.

The fear settled in your chest like a weight, heavy and suffocating. Who were these people? Why were they doing this? And what did they want from you?

As the van began to move, your thoughts raced. You knew that Mikey and his crew were dangerous — but you hadn’t realized just how dangerous until now. You’d always tried to keep a distance from their world, but here you were, in the heart of it. And now, you were at the mercy of people who didn’t care about the rules.

Meanwhile, Mikey was already alert, his instincts kicking into overdrive as soon as he heard the news. His crew had always been quick on the draw, but this time, something was different.

“Find her. Now,” Mikey ordered, his voice low and deadly serious. Ran, Rindou, and Sanzu didn’t hesitate. The moment they’d heard you were in danger, they were already mobilizing. There was no room for error. They knew how much you meant to Mikey, and they understood what would happen if anything happened to you.

The time seemed to drag on, each second stretching into what felt like an eternity. You tried to calm yourself, to breathe, but nothing was working. The fear kept rising in your throat, choking you. Your mind kept flashing to Mikey, to the way he always had a reassuring presence, how he promised he would never let anything happen to you.

But what if he couldn’t get to you in time? What if this was the end?

Tears welled in your eyes, but you wiped them away quickly, furious with yourself for being so vulnerable. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to be caught in the middle of this world.

The van finally came to a stop, and the door slid open. A pair of rough hands pulled you out and shoved you into what seemed like an abandoned warehouse. The air was thick with the smell of old machinery and neglect. You were roughly shoved against the cold concrete wall, your heart still racing in your chest.

“Stay here,” the man who had grabbed you earlier sneered. “Your boss will be here soon.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you realized they were talking about Mikey. Of course, it made sense — if anyone had the power to control this situation, it was him. But still, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of panic. You didn’t want him to see you like this, trapped and helpless.

Mikey, on the other hand, wasn’t about to let you stay trapped for long. The second he heard the news, he turned into something else — something even colder, more dangerous. His crew could see it. Mikey’s protective nature had always been there, but this time, it was almost like a storm that couldn’t be contained.

“Find her. Now,” Mikey repeated, his voice like ice. His usual calm demeanor had evaporated completely. He couldn’t stand the thought of you in danger, especially not after everything you had been through together. He trusted his crew — Ran, Rindou, and Sanzu — to handle it, but deep down, he knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had you in his arms again.

Minutes felt like hours as they traced your whereabouts, piecing together the information as quickly as they could. Mikey’s frustration grew with every passing second. He could feel his patience thinning, the sense of urgency eating at him. There was no way he was going to let something happen to you.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mikey and the others found you. They broke into the warehouse without hesitation, moving like a well-oiled machine. Mikey led the charge, his eyes scanning the dark, dusty interior. It didn’t take long for him to spot you — bound, bruised, but alive.

His heart skipped a beat.

"Mikey," you whispered, your voice barely audible. Your eyes were wide with fear, and for a split second, it was as if everything else in the world disappeared.

The moment he laid eyes on you, Mikey's fury turned to concern, but it was barely contained behind the cold exterior he always wore. He was by your side in an instant, kneeling before you and reaching out to gently touch your face. His hand hovered over your cheek, careful not to hurt you, as he searched for any signs of injury. His thumb brushed across the edge of a cut near your lip, and his jaw clenched.

“Are you okay?” Mikey asked, his voice quieter than before, tinged with a rare, raw vulnerability.

You didn’t respond immediately. Fear and relief were choking you, and the words didn’t come. But the moment you saw Mikey, standing there, the walls you had built up came crashing down. Without thinking, you threw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

“I was so scared,” you whispered into his chest, your voice shaking. “I thought… I thought I was going to die.”

Mikey’s arms immediately wrapped around you, holding you close, as if the very act of touching you could chase away the fear still lingering in your mind. His grip tightened as he buried his face in your hair, his voice low and fierce.

“Don’t worry, princess. You’re safe now,” he muttered, the words a promise. And in that moment, as you clung to him, you knew — you were never going to be alone again. Not while Mikey was around.

The moment Mikey saw you in that warehouse, bruised and terrified, something shifted inside him. There was no anger, no fear of retaliation; there was only the overwhelming need to protect you — to make sure that nothing ever hurt you again.

As soon as the last of the men in the warehouse were dealt with, Mikey didn’t even hesitate. Without a word, he walked over to you, his face a mask of controlled fury, but his eyes softened when they met yours. His gaze flickered to the others for only a moment.

“Handle the rest,” Mikey said, his voice clipped but filled with authority. “I’m taking her home.”

Ran, Rindou, and Sanzu didn’t argue. They’d learned long ago that when Mikey made a decision, there was no room for disagreement. They moved swiftly to secure the area, making sure no one else was left to pose a threat.

Mikey didn’t care about anything else right now. His only focus was you. He crouched in front of you, his strong arms reaching down, and with the gentlest care, he lifted you into his arms, cradling you like you were the most fragile thing in the world.

“Hold on,” Mikey murmured softly, his voice surprisingly tender. His hand gently brushed over your hair, the motion almost protective, as if he could chase away the fear still lingering in your eyes.

Your heart fluttered at the softness of his voice, a far cry from the cold, composed Mikey everyone else knew. It made you feel safe in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time, especially after everything that had happened tonight.

You instinctively curled into him, resting your head against his chest, your arms wrapping loosely around his neck. The steady beat of his heart, the warmth of his body, soothed the trembling anxiety still buzzing through you. His body was solid beneath you, unwavering, and you clung to that steadiness, needing it more than you had ever needed anything before.

Mikey carefully walked out of the warehouse, ignoring the world around him. The other members of Bonten could handle everything else. Right now, nothing mattered but you. He adjusted his hold on you, ensuring you were comfortable as he made his way toward the car. The others followed behind, the sound of their footsteps distant as Mikey stepped into the night, holding you with a focus that left no room for anything but your well-being.

The drive to Mikey’s penthouse was silent but far from uncomfortable. You remained in Mikey’s arms, your head resting against his chest, listening to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat. The quiet hum of the car and the occasional rustling from the other members in the backseat didn’t seem to matter to you. All you could feel was the warmth of Mikey’s embrace and the overwhelming safety that came with being this close to him.

When they finally arrived at Mikey’s penthouse, Mikey was still carrying you, gently walking through the door like it was the most natural thing in the world. He didn’t care about appearances, only that you were in his arms, safe and away from the threat that had loomed over you.

He carefully laid you down on his plush couch, but only after he made sure you were comfortable, adjusting the blanket around you as though it were the most delicate thing in the world. Mikey’s usual cool exterior was replaced with a rare softness, his eyes gentle as they gazed down at you.

You looked up at him, exhaustion clouding your vision, but the sight of his protective gaze made you feel at peace. You reached up weakly, your hand brushing against his cheek.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. "For saving me."

Mikey’s expression softened even further, and he gently cupped your face, his thumb tracing along the curve of your cheek. “No need to thank me, princess. I’ll always be here to protect you,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. There was no question in his words. Mikey meant every one of them.

You gave him a tired smile, feeling your eyelids grow heavy. Mikey sat beside you, his presence unwavering, his hand now resting gently on your head. He kept his gaze on you, never straying too far, always watching over you.

You snuggled up to him instinctively, your body seeking warmth, seeking his comfort. You felt so small in his arms, and yet, it was the safest you’d ever felt. Mikey’s hand ran softly through your hair, the touch gentle and soothing. You could feel the faint trace of his lips brushing against the top of your head in a tender, silent kiss.

“You’re safe here. I’m not letting anything happen to you,” Mikey whispered, his voice a soft murmur in the quiet room.

The words wrapped around you like a cocoon of warmth, and for the first time in hours, you felt your body relax completely. Your exhaustion finally took over, and you let yourself drift into sleep, the rhythm of Mikey’s voice and the steady sound of his heartbeat lulling you into a deep, peaceful slumber.

Mikey didn’t move. He sat there beside you, his hand still gently stroking your hair, his protective gaze never leaving your resting form. He couldn’t help the feeling of possessiveness that bubbled inside him. You were his now, and he was never going to let anyone hurt you again.

As the night passed, Mikey stayed by your side, keeping you close, guarding you even in your sleep. And in the quiet moments, as the world outside continued to move, Mikey found himself content in the knowledge that you were finally safe. Safe with him. And he would do anything to keep it that way.

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It had been two years since Mikey and you had gotten married. Two years of laughter, challenges, and undeniable chemistry that only seemed to grow stronger with time. Mikey, the usually composed and in-control boss of Bonten, had learned to cherish every moment with you. You had become his world, and he had learned the delicate balance between being the ruthless leader of Bonten and the devoted husband to you.

But, of course, that didn’t mean he wasn’t still Mikey — the one who could sometimes get lost in the chaos of his empire and forget the small, but incredibly important, things. Like anniversaries.

It was just another busy day for Mikey, filled with meetings, power plays, and his usual Bonten duties. He sat at the head of the long table, surrounded by his trusted members — Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, and Kokonoi, discussing business with the same steely focus as always.

As Mikey continued speaking, his eyes flickered to the clock on the wall, unaware of the time or date. To him, it was just another day in the grind.

But then, the door to the meeting room swung open with a sharp creak. Everyone fell silent as you walked in, your presence immediately commanding the room. Mikey looked up at you, his brow furrowing, not expecting you to be here at all.

You didn’t say a word at first, but the way you held yourself — calm, confident, and unbothered — made everyone pause. Mikey’s confusion deepened when he saw you glance at him, your eyes narrowing in on him, as if you were waiting for him to realize something.

After a brief moment of silence, you broke it with a single question: “Mikey, what day is it today?”

Mikey blinked, clearly taken aback by the question. “Uh... it’s the 15th,” he answered, his voice tinged with confusion.

You tilted your head slightly, not breaking eye contact. “And when did we get married, Mikey?”

The moment you asked that, Mikey’s face shifted. His eyes widened as realization slowly dawned on him. The pieces clicked together, and his eyes widened slightly.

Two years. Two years today. And he had completely forgotten.

You could see the shift in Mikey — the way his usual confidence faltered for a brief moment. The rest of the room was silent, sensing Mikey’s shift in mood.

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “Two years, Manjiro,” you said, your voice cool but tinged with annoyance. “And you forgot. How cute.”

Mikey opened his mouth to say something, but you raised your hand, stopping him before he could form a response. “No excuses. I want flowers, a nice dinner, and some serious attention today. And don’t even think about trying to make it up to me with more work.”

His heart sank, and he stood up from his seat, but before he could even start to explain himself, you made your way toward the door.

One last glance back at him — and then you added, with a grin, “And, Mikey? No talking about business today. I want a real date, not more empire talk.”

You paused just at the door, turning around one last time before leaving.

“Oh, and Kokonoi,” you called out, “you’re driving me to the spa for the day. Mikey’s got some serious making up to do. Take care of it for me.”

Kokonoi raised an eyebrow, already used to being put to work on your behalf, but nonetheless, he gave you a wink. “Sure, princess. Let’s get you to your spa day.”

Mikey watched as you walked out of the room, completely flustered. His mind raced as he realized he had truly messed up this time.

The moment the door closed, the silence in the room was broken, and everyone turned to Mikey, their expressions a mixture of amusement and sympathy.

“I’ll take care of the flowers and dinner,” Ran chimed in, already knowing what Mikey needed to do. “You’d better do some serious damage control, boss.”

Mikey exhaled deeply, wiping his hands over his face. “I will.”

Later that afternoon, Mikey stood outside the spa, bouquet of beautiful flowers in hand, his heart beating faster with every second that passed. He wasn’t usually flustered, but the weight of your unspoken expectations was hanging over him. He had been so caught up in the empire, the meetings, and everything else, that he had lost track of the most important thing.

You.

As soon as you walked out of the spa, looking refreshed and more relaxed than you had been all day, Mikey knew he had his work cut out for him.

You noticed the flowers in his hands immediately, and despite your initial annoyance, the gesture softened you. You took the flowers from him, holding them to your nose and taking a deep breath of their sweet fragrance.

“You better make it up to me tonight, Manjiro,” you teased, though you couldn’t help but smile.

He stepped forward, his voice full of sincerity. “I will. I’m sorry, princess. I messed up.” He whispers and kissed the top of his head.

You let out a small laugh, your eyes softening. “Don’t worry. You’ve got tonight to make it up to me. No more business, Manjiro. It’s all about us tonight.”

Mikey showed a light smile relieved to see that you weren’t too upset. “I promise.”

As you both got into the car, Kokonoi watching from a distance with an amused grin, Mikey felt a weight lift from his shoulders. Tonight was about you — the woman he loved, the one who kept him grounded in the chaos of his world. He would do whatever it took to make this night one to remember.

[metoright]

❝him?!❞

synopsis : When your boyfriends dreams of your relationship being discovered happens with the very wrong dude!

Pairing: Tokyo rev characters; Mikey and chifuyu

a/n: this is my first time writing in a bit so if its a little messed up please ignore it! tried to make it a cute bit w comfort

𝄞༉‧₊˚.Mikey sano

He immediately pauses his casual stroll by the classes on his way to see your class. Did he hear that right he very much hoped he didn't but then the kid laughed out "that big guy draken dating y/n really damn?" he walked behind him with a immense glare an aura of imaginary fire basically surrounding him as his low tone asked the stupid highschooler about where he even heard such a thing he immediately stuttered out the stupid rumor that everybody thought you were dating draken because you were always together he cracked his knuckles with angered eyes the kids hadn't seen him because of his height peering next to you so they assumed draken was the boyfriend Mikey was enraged by the thought pointed at himself like a kid annoyed "Im the boyfriend Mikey sano, draken is not you hear me" he resisted beating the kid up because he didnt want to get kicked out and not be able too see you pitied him he walked to your classroom sitting down the teacher sighing not like Mikey would ever listen to him as he scooted closer to you wrapping his arms around you with a frown like a kid seriously what had gotten into him "I'm your boyfriend" he shouted a little too loudly making you flush with widened as eyes at his words some kids and the teacher laughed at his loud proclamation but he payed them no mind

𝄞༉‧₊˚.Chifuyu

Baji and chifuyu and you had just left one of tomans usual meetings heading to their convince store when he heard on of the lower ranks laugh around saying "oh so that hot chick was bajis girlfriend?" he laughed out you froze nose scrunched in disgust your best friend yuck chifuyu paused eyes widened not in fear but in rage baji was the opposite of chifuyu both fearful and disgusted frankly you were not his appeal chifuyu smiled sineristily at the two lower ranks who were talking about your relationship with "baji" he grabs onto the collar of one of them smiling tightly "since when were members of toman gossipers" he said ever so sweetly sending a chill down bajis spine as he shuddered weirdos one uppercut and the gossiping member of toman was knocked out his partner shuddered as he eyed his friend with a gaping mouth and eyes considering a run for it your mouth also dropped with widened eyes you grasped on the side of his shirt whispering comforting words with a worried glance to the poor kid who just got punched he sighed giving them a glare before walking away with you making sure to remember their faces baji gave chifuyu a disgusted look, it made you laugh out they were funny fools.

extra a/n?: DAMN ITS BEEN A WHILE

[artzymaiuz]

Sano Manjiro Fanart✨

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[witch--btch]

Fanart by Satoru Nii

[jinisnuggets]

Manjiro Sano Headcannons

⚠️ Disclaimer⚠️

This does not only contain cute headcannons. This also contains spicy contants. If you're not interested in that then stop reading once the 2nd warning pops up. This is also my own mind so I can't assure it's gonna add up but it's almost like another future that may exist or may not. So maybe some spoilers of the Tokyo Revengers manga will be here. If your not interested then stop reading by the 1st warning.

Clingy, very clingy

He often acts like a small child who you must take car of, more like a child you're babysitting.

You have to take care of him along with Draken.

Besides this he is still a very loving boyfriend

He always needs a kiss on the lips everytime he sees you because otherwise he will think you don't love him anymore.

He often goes to you place to bring food

✨ You guys eat lunch together ✨

You do often get annoyed of him because of how immature he is, but you still love him.

Tokyo Manji Y/N

He feels pressured to protect you a lot and you often have to remind him that you're not weak and one of the strongest in the gang.

You enjoy seeing your enemies underestimate Mikey because of how small he is, you love it because then you have sometime to tease him about afterwards.

Student Y/N

You often try to stay away from all the gang activity, but sometimes when you're on a date with him, he runs into people from another gang who know him and end up fighting him.

You always need to take care of his injuries and confront him about having another fight because he normally comes over after fighting to bring some food and eat.

Scenarios

Formation of a group (Childhood friend

Y/N)

You had been friends with Mikey for a very long time, practically almost since birth, you parents were close which caused you both to know each other for a while. You remember Mikey's enthusiastic face when talking about making the gang for the first time.

Y/N: A gang?

Mikey: Yes!

Y/N: Mikey, this is a stupid idea. Gangs are malicious! This will not work out, what if we get caught? Do you want people to fear you?

Mikey: Y/N, you've got it all wrong, I don't want people to fear us. What if we're different from all the other gangs? Instead of stealing and doing all the normal delinquent things, what if we fight to stop the other gangs?

Y/N: Is that even considered a gang?

Mikey: We basically will have everything you need to be considered a gang, power, fear, respect.

Y/N: Fine! But if we start being chased by police because of getting involved with illegal activity, turn yourself in.

Mikey: Okay, okay, I will.

Mikey eventually told the rest of the group of friends you guys had and they all agreed. Since then, the Tokyo Manji gang was created.

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Meeting Mikey for the first time (Highschool friends Y/N)

You knew Mikey. Not because you've met him or talked to him. But because of the amount of gossip there was about him.

1: "Have you heard of Mikey, he's the malicious leader of the Tokyo Manji gang?"

2: "Mikey recently got in a fight with a super bad gang, and he won. He must be a terrible person."

3: "Mikey is a super strong fighter, I bet he's worse then the other delinquents."

You heard of Mikey, but the only good thing you ever heard of him was how handsome he was. Nothing more.

From what you heard you didn't want to meet Mikey, what if you got yourself beat up? In plus you didn't want anything to do with delinquents, although it did partly bother you how kind Mitsuya was part of the same gang Mikey was. But besides it you didn't want anything to do with gangsters.

You were walking with you friend to your next class you were busy finding something on your phone and talking you didn't notice who was in front of you.

: Hey watch where your going!

You look up to see a tall man, blonde hair, tattoos. Oh no.

Y/N: I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I wa-

: Hey, It doesn't matter, don't worry about it.

You felt a hand touch your shoulder, you look over half expecting your friend but instead you saw someone else, much shorter then the other guy, long blonde hair and looked like a ordinary student, but no.

This was Mikey you were looking at, you knew from all the whispers you were hearing from the surrounding crowd of people. The other guy was Draken.

Mikey: Come'on Draken, there's no need to be mean, she was clearly distracted, you're normally nicer.

Draken bowed and apologized.

Draken: I know you were distracted, I apologize.

You were still in clear shock from who was in front of you, even after repeating you didn't want to interact with any delinquents.

Mikey: Hey, I hope you know your friend left a while ago you should catch up.

Y/N: Oh! Thank you...

Mikey let out a small soft smile and continued walking, as you ran to catch up you couldn't get him off your mind.

How could a delinquent be so kind?

Nicknames:

For you:

Dear

Bun

Cupcake

For him:

Tiny

Idiot

Can't think of many lol 😂

Marriage Headcannons:

⚠️Some spoilers ahead. Read at your own risk.

Obviously as Mikey reaches adulthood he becomes a pretty depressed person, but you're one of the few good things he has.

He really enjoys holding hands with you because of the warmth your hands have.

It's up to you but I think he would want at least one kid.

You often have to go to sleep while hugging him, if you don't he will have a lot of things on his mind throughout the night.

Doing the deed:

🔞 This is for readers at or above the age of 18. This is not meant for minors. Swear words are also included. Read at your own risk.

He was definitely the one who got turned on first.

He probably had a wet dream and decided to fuck you right then and there.

I can honestly see him as a huge sadomasochistic so have fun.

He doesn't really care if you're in the mood or not, if he wants to do things to you, he's gonna do things to you.

He's a aggressive type of dom.

He will end up hurting you, scratching you, or being a bit to harsh, at the moment he won't care but he won't stop apologizing afterwards.

"You look so pretty wearing nothing while being under me... you arouse me so much.."

[stargirlstabber]

that's toman mikey with his s/o, try to change my mind. i dare you.