#bonten x platonic reader

[gatitties]

The truth

—Yandere!Bonten x motherly!reader (platonic)

—Summary: an accident makes you more aware of reality even though you already knew it, but what can someone like you do?

—Warnings: blood, kidnapping, obsession, toxic behaviors, harassment

I never thought this would go so far as to have five parts but... here we are! 🫣 (maybe this part is a bit long, srry)

@boycigs there you go!! 🫶🏻

Part one / Part two / Part three / Part four

You fumbled with the wall for the light switch, your tired eyes playing with you and making you almost trip over a blanket that had been thrown on the floor.

You yawned stretching your back, you had been working on some files that Kokonoi asked you to correct, you fell asleep without dinner and your stomach decided to wake you up at this time of night.

Luckily you had some leftovers from today's lunch, everyone had come to eat despite it being your 'day off', but since they had been busy with work more than usual lately, they couldn't spend as much time with you as they would like, although that didn't stop them from hiding cameras in your apartment to check that everything was okay from time to time.

A knock at the door made you frown, remembering the first time you met Sanzu. You walked slowly, expecting to run into him, or even one of the Haitani brothers who ran brothels near the area, it wouldn't be the first time they've come home drunk after a good night.

When you opened it, confusion flooded your face, there was no one there, not a note, nothing, you thought that maybe you were still too sleepy and you had hallucinated, or maybe it was some late-night teenager making a joke. You shrugged shutting to go back to your dinner, but before you knew it or could make a move something hit you in the back of the neck, knocking you unconscious, the last thing you saw was a few blurry faces, but none you knew in the slightest.

Panic, panic was the first thing Mochizuki experienced when he saw the recordings from the cameras installed in your house. He had to do a checkup the next morning and just seeing how careless they had been to let that trash kidnap you made his thoughts turn to disgust and guilt.

Not even five minutes after seeing that, all the executives were gathered in their meeting room, no matter where they were, they all got there instantly upon answering Mochi's call.

"And if I pause right here..." Mochi stopped the video just as two men lifted your unconscious body "this guy here, on his neck, his tattoo is from another band."

"Those bastards have been giving us so much trouble lately, I'm looking forward to seeing blood drain from their brains."

Sanzu slammed both hands on the table, completely irritated and concerned for your well-being, he was controlling his urge to go looking for you only because Mikey had remained silent with a blank stare throughout the entire meeting.

The Haitani brothers were already warming up to fight, Takeomi was mobilizing some men to search your apartment for clues while Koko and Kakucho were trying to find where your chip signal was. Yes, although unknown to you, they decided to insert a tracking chip into you a while ago just to know where you were when they couldn't be around.

The signal was bad, either because you were too far away from their location or because you were somewhere underground, which didn't help much. They were all probably on the verge of hysteria, the search wasn't going fast enough as they'd like and it only made their mood worse.

It took at least five days for them to come up with any solid leads to your whereabouts, the worst five days of their existence, the poor people or employees who will come across any of them probably aren't alive anymore. Mikey locked himself in and refused to come out unless they heard from you, he barely ate and his sleep schedule got even worse.

"Are you sure it's there?"

"Yes, several of our men have seen these guys with the same tattoo come and go, it doesn't appear to be their central base but it's hidden enough to carry out kidnappings."

Takeomi pointed to a warehouse on the outskirts of the city, everyone mobilized to go there immediately, even Mikey and Kokonoi, who didn't usually get their hands dirty with this kind of work, decided to go.

As for you... it was confusing the first day you woke up, the feeling of a gun pointed at your head became familiar as did the ropes on your wrists and ankles. Your reaction upon seeing the criminals was to release an inaudible sigh, without fear or surprise, your state was neutral.

You knew it, you knew that sooner or later this was going to happen, as much as your guys will try to hide you from problems with other mafias, there are always some leaks, and playing with loved ones from enemy gangs is the easiest card to play to threaten. Although in this case they didn't even have time to issue a threat to Bonten when they had already been threatened by your kidnapping.

The following days were threats to your people to try to get information that could put Bonten in trouble, as well as planning to move to another of their hideouts, however you were unaware of most of the things that Bonten did, although you were their secretary, you were only in charge of planning schedules and correcting some superficial reports from Kokonoi, you were not much help to these scoundrels.

"Damn! I don't understand how they could have protected you so much if you're just a useless old woman, you're useless! Why the hell do those guys hold you in such high esteem...?"

In the outburst of anger as he took it out on you, the sound of his hand slamming into your cheek sounded as the door above fell off its hinges.

"Boss, we have a prob-!"

The eye of the man who was coming down the stairs was blown out thanks to a bullet, landing right between your feet, you closed your eyes and, no matter if you don't believe in any god or anything, you prayed, not for you, but for what all these people did not suffer such a painful death.

You knew what Bonten men were capable of, at first you thought you were exaggerating, but that was the truth and at times, it terrified you. You were terrified to think of all the lives that left this world just because of you, your boys were more than gangsters, more than just criminals, they were monsters looking for any excuse to kill, and you were that excuse.

You knew that there was nothing in this world that would make you reverse time to the point of not having helped that drunk guy at the door of your house, you knew that nothing would make all those men leave your side because of showing your kindness, you knew that no kind of therapy could help such rotten minds at this point, so you could only swallow, as scared as you were, as much as your legs trembled, you had chosen this path yourself and you had to accept it.

"Mom..."

Your breath quickened slightly as you felt Sanzu's cold hand resting on your cheek, you slowly opened your eyes to see pure relief reflected in his, ignoring the bloodstains on his clothes and face, and even ignoring the blood he was leaving on your face, you smiled at him.

"I'm fine guys, I'm… fine."

You had to swallow and avoid getting dizzy from the smell of oxide in the place, your memories are blurry when you try to remember when you left there, you remember seeing many practically mutilated bodies, a river of blood and many arms holding your body as if you were going to disintegrate at that precise moment.

After you were rescued, you spent at least two days in a hospital at Kokonoi's request to see that you didn't have any injuries, everyone turned to you with questions about how you were doing, especially mentally.

It became suffocating, the amount of attention you received after that event, made you understand that, from now on, you could not have a single moment for yourself, no matter the job, the time or the place, you will always have one of them on top of you to keep an eye on you.

It doesn't matter if you complain, the truth, which you had to accept once again, is that nothing but death could separate you from these men, because they were not willing to let you go, ever. But the worst of all is that you accepted it, you accepted your fate, a fate that was sealed a long time ago, you accepted that you lived with monsters, that you helped and treated horrible people like completely sane people, but, an ordinary person like you, no could change anything.

"How long until the cake is ready?"

"Don't be impatient Rin, it's only been in the oven for five minutes."

"That's already a long time..."

"Shut up, you're always so impatient!"

"Are you looking for a fight!?"

"Kakucho, could you...?"

A nod from him made you sigh in relief, breaking up the Haitani brothers' fight as you sat at the table with the others who were talking about random topics. You stared into your teacup, your blank stare imagining imaginary scenes of another lifestyle in the steaming liquid.

"Are you ok? You seem distracted."

You looked at Kokonoi, keeping your gaze off without focusing on his face, you nodded with a slight smile when you saw that everyone had shut up to look at you.

"Yeah, I just didn't sleep well today."

"We'll buy a new bed then."

"I did not mean that..."

And like many things in your current life, your opinion was thrown away just to bring you more 'comfort'. You had no power and that was the absolute truth, nothing could change at this point.

[jellybelly-may]

✧˖°TOKYO REVENGERS✧˖°

CLEANING SERVICE!

[BONTEN X TEEN! READER] PLATONIC!

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Mini preview!

"Pardon the intrusion, cleaning service is here!" she announced, her voice carrying a blend of professionalism and nonchalance. 

Bonten turned to her, skepticism etched on their faces. 

Sanzu stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the seemingly inexperienced girl before him.

"You? Clean this up?" he questioned, a hint of amusement in his tone. "You sure you're in the right place, kid?"

The girl smiled, unfazed by the skepticism. "Pretty sure," she replied confidently.

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Coming soon!

[cheesus-doodles]

Is it just an incredibly expensive party dress she is trying out or is it really for something else? Bonten Mikey seems to know at least :) Find out in Chapter 3 of Going Home (my Time Leaper darling AU)!

Another amazingly stunning piece by @purarupu ! Thank you again for the incredible work, blows my mind everytime I see it :D Been a while since this was done but just found the opportunity to post this given I commissioned this with Going Home in mind.

[one-green-frog]

Hello I have seen your work and I'm quite intrigued with your work its wholesome

By any chance can I request a sano older brother reader that's act like a butler that's always come prepared with stuff that the siblings need like he just pulled out a dorayaki for mikey when he sees him being all gloomy in bonten meetings and just being a good brother he is and taking care of mikey after his other siblings die and also just constantly nag the other bonten members if they did something that's almost caught them

You can ignore this request hope you have a great day and good luck with your other stuff

Unyielding Duty

Platonic Mikey x brother!reader

The Sano household was chaos personified. Shinichiro sat hunched over the dining table, covered in motor grease, tinkering with an old engine part that probably wasn’t worth the effort. Across the room, Emma was locked in a heated argument with Mikey over which cartoon to watch, battling for the remote.

The moment (Y/N) walked in he froze for a moment, scanning the room. His sharp eyes caught the grease streaking the walls, the crumpled wrappers on the floor, and Mikey holding the remote like it was a weapon.

“Mikey,” (Y/N) said, tone sharp enough to slice through the noise. The boy immediately turned, startled by the interruption. Without a word, (Y/N) reached into his pocket and tossed him a wrapped dorayaki. “Eat that and stop arguing. You’ll break the remote, and we don’t have the money to replace it.”

Mikey blinked, then caught the snack midair, a grin spreading across his face. “Thanks, (Y/N)!” he said, his earlier scowl forgotten.

“Not fair!” Emma’s voice shot through the calm. She crossed her arms, glaring at (Y/N). “Why does he get a snack?!”

(Y/N) shifted, setting the tray down and placing a glass of juice in front of her. “Because you, Emma, need this more. Arguing over cartoons won’t get you anywhere.” His tone left no room for negotiation. “Drink up.”

Emma grabbed the glass, muttering under her breath but drinking all the same.

(Y/N) turned to the eldest, who was furiously twisting a bolt into place. “Shinichiro,” he called, the name laced with pointed disapproval. “You’re forcing it. Hand it over before you break something. God knows where you get the strength to destroy everything"

Shinichiro let out a defeated sigh but complied, handing the wrench over. “You’re too bossy, you know that?”

Ignoring him, (Y/N) crouched down, loosening and realigning the bolt in a few smooth movements. “Done. Now stop wrecking things just because you’re impatient. Use your brain.”

“You make it look so easy,” Shinichiro muttered, scratching the back of his neck.

“That’s because it is.” Standing up, (Y/N) scanned the room one more time. Mikey was on the couch now, munching on his dorayaki. Emma flipped through her book, and Shinichiro returned to tinkering—but with noticeably more care. The house was finally at peace, at least for the moment.

Shinichiro glanced at him with a crooked grin. “You’re really good at this, you know? You could probably run a company or something.”

(Y/N) snorted quietly. “Someone has to keep this house standing. Now, wash your hands before you spread grease all over the place, dinner is almost ready."

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The low growl of engines echoed through the empty parking lot. Under the flickering streetlight stood (Y/N), his hands occupied with a thermos and a blanket, his posture as composed as ever. He’d been standing there for some time, but he didn’t so much as shuffle his feet. Waiting wasn’t a problem—it rarely was for him.

Mikey’s bike roared into view first, skidding to a halt just in front of him. The boy swung off with practiced ease, his normally impassive face betraying the faintest hint of exhaustion. Behind him, the rest of Toman parked their bikes haphazardly, their rowdy laughter dying down as they spotted (Y/N).

“Mikey,” (Y/N) greeted, stepping forward. He held the thermos out. “Drink.”

Mikey’s brow furrowed, but he took it anyway, unscrewing the lid. “Hot chocolate?”

“Yes,” (Y/N) said simply. “You’ll sleep better.”

Mikey took a long sip, his stiff shoulders easing slightly. “You didn’t have to come out here.”

(Y/N) ignored the comment, draping a blanket over his shoulders with practiced precision. “You’re running yourself ragged. Rest.”

Behind them, Draken nudged Mitsuya with a grin. “See? He’s not just Mikey’s brother; he’s his babysitter.”

(Y/N)’s eyes snapped to Draken, his sharp gaze cutting through the playful atmosphere. “Draken,” he said coolly. “you want to repeat that?”

Draken froze. “Uh, no.”

(Y/N) gave a curt nod before turning his attention back to Mikey, who was now nibbling on a leftover piece of dorayaki he’d apparently stashed in his pocket. “You’ve done enough for today,” (Y/N) said quietly. “Go home. Sleep.”

Mikey’s lips twitched upward, just slightly. “You’re bossier than Shinichiro ever was.”

“And you’re just as stubborn,” (Y/N) replied, his tone softer now. “Come on.”

As the night wound down, Mikey stayed close to (Y/N), his exhaustion finally catching up to him. “You’re always ready for anything,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

(Y/N) glanced at him, his expression unreadable. “Someone has to be.”

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Here’s a more balanced rewrite of the Bonten section. It softens (Y/N)’s tone, adds interactions with the other Bonten members, and makes him less gloomy while still maintaining his sharp and composed nature.

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The Bonten boardroom was unusually quiet for once, save for the faint rustle of papers and the soft hum of the air conditioning. Mikey sat at the head of the table, his usual calm exterior giving away little of what was on his mind. The other executives glanced at each other now and then, unsure if they should speak or wait.

The sound of the door opening snapped everyone’s attention toward (Y/N) as he stepped inside. His composed demeanor, immaculate suit, and steady presence commanded immediate respect. He carried a leather-bound folder tucked under one arm and a tray in his other hand.

“Good afternoon,” (Y/N) said smoothly, his voice cutting through the tension like a warm knife. He set the tray down at the center of the table, revealing a sleek silver teapot and several cups. “I thought the meeting might benefit from some refreshment. None of you seem to remember the value of staying hydrated. Or value anything that would benefit zour health"

The executives exchanged glances, unsure how to react, but Kakucho gave a small nod of thanks as (Y/N) poured the first cup and slid it toward him. “Much appreciated,” he said.

(Y/N) moved systematically around the table, pouring tea for each member. When he reached Ran, the man smirked. “Didn’t know you were our butler too, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, his tone light but firm. “If I were your butler, Ran, you’d have better manners by now.”

Rindou stifled a laugh, earning a glare from his brother, but (Y/N) moved on without missing a beat. Once everyone had a cup, he turned his attention to Mikey.

“Mikey,” (Y/N) addressed him directly, sliding the last cup across the table. “It’s been hours since you’ve said a word. I assume that means everything’s under control?”

Mikey’s eyes flicked up briefly, meeting (Y/N)’s. “It’s fine,” he said flatly.

“Good,” (Y/N) replied, straightening. “Then there’s no need to linger. This meeting is adjourned.”

The executives exchanged hesitant looks, unsure if they should move before Mikey gave the word. But when Mikey gave a small nod, they began gathering their things and filing out of the room.

As they passed by, (Y/N) paused Kakucho with a hand on his shoulder. “You’ve been limping again,” he said quietly. “Let me look at it later. You’ve likely aggravated the injury from last month.”

Kakucho hesitated, then gave a sheepish nod. “I’ll stop by your office later.”

(Y/N)’s gaze shifted to Sanzu, who had been lingering by the door, his usual manic grin plastered across his face. “And you,” (Y/N) said, his tone sharper. “I saw the dent in your car this morning. You’re not getting away with reckless driving again.”

Sanzu chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Caught me. I’ll fix it.”

“You’d better,” (Y/N) replied, his tone softening slightly. “I’m not replacing your bumper again."

Once the others were gone, (Y/N) turned back to Mikey, who had yet to move from his seat. His expression remained impassive, but (Y/N) knew better than to be fooled by Mikey’s stoicism. He walked to the head of the table and stood across from him, hands clasped behind his back.

“Do you want to talk about it?” (Y/N) asked.

Mikey shook his head, leaning back in his chair. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

(Y/N) nodded, not pushing further. “Very well. But you should at least take a break. Sitting here all day won’t accomplish anything.”

Mikey let out a sigh but didn’t argue. Instead, he stood and gestured for (Y/N) to follow him as they left the boardroom. The walk to Mikey’s office was quiet, but not uncomfortable.

When they arrived, (Y/N) pulled a chair up to Mikey’s desk and began organizing the scattered papers without being asked. “You should delegate more,” he said casually. “That’s what the others are here for. You don’t need to carry everything alone. I think they have proven themselves long ago.”

Mikey watched him for a moment before sitting down on the couch, resting his head against the frame. “They’re not as reliable as you.”

(Y/N) smirked faintly. “You’re too kind.” He leaned back, his tone lightening. “But if you keep letting me clean up after you, they’ll never get the chance to prove themselves.”

Mikey’s lips twitched upward ever so slightly, and for a brief moment, the weight in his gaze seemed to lift. “I guess you have a point.”

(Y/N) gave a small nod, satisfied. “Good. Now, let’s go through what’s left, and then you’re going home early. No arguments.”

Mikey rolled his eyes but didn’t protest, sitting up straighter.

Though the weight of Bonten’s world loomed large, (Y/N)’s steady presence made it bearable, even if just for a moment. And while he wasn’t one to express sentimentality, (Y/N) knew the truth deep down: keeping everyone in line, Mikey especially wasn’t just his duty. It was what made him feel like he still had a purpose in their chaotic, fractured world.

[cienfleurx]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. ⁰⁰¹

✑ GENRE: slowburn. angst. nsfw 18+.

✑ WARNING: explicit language. mature themes. topics of violence and murder. stockholm syndrome (not the reader). sexual tension if you squint. reader is an executive. other bonten stuff. strictly mdni.

✑ SYNOPSIS: platonic love is a type of love that is neither sexual nor romantic; something that the executives have been feeling towards you for the past few years - or so they would like to believe.

(📂) ⇢ masterlist. 〡 (📂) ⇢ next chapter.

CHAPTER ONE | PLATONIC LOVE.

“No, because I’m gonna kill your fucking whore if you don’t give him to me!”

First thing in the morning and it was already a mess.

“Let’s just hope Boss gets here early.” one of the them muttered, as they heard another gunshot followed by the sound of what was most likely an ancient vase shattering. Poor Takeomi, he'll be furious to see his million-dollar vase broken into pieces by the four executives wreaking havoc on the first-floor corridors.

The majority of the personnel in the lobby couldn't help but sigh as they witnessed the present predicament occurring at the headquarters. It was just another day, another round of chaos from the foolish executives who had been attempting to murder each other for the nth time in the preceding years. Supposedly, these individuals were the said top dogs of the syndicate, but seeing all of this happen before their very own eyes had them doubting at the back of their mind, but not to the point of questioning their position as higher-ups.

The reason? Peluda, your Foldie Cat, had been kidnapped by the Bonten Trio yet again, as you chased their tails with a loaded Glock; a sight that did not even surprise them anymore.

“You.” the receptionist flinched when all of a sudden, you called for his attention, his Adams apple bobbing from your nerve-wrecking presence. You darted a glare at him as you motioned your head. “Get that fucking woman here. I’ll sample that son of a bitch why he should never mess with me.”

Sanzu came to a halt as he heard the command. Ran and Rindou, who had been tossing the Foldie Cat back and forth, are in the same boat. His emerald eyes fixated at the receptionist, glowering at his trembling frame when he caught sight of his movement ready to leave as if he was about to heed the woman's order.

“Don’t you dare.”

“You heard me.” you taunted the man, heading towards him with the cold metallic weapon in your grip. “I’ll bury a bullet on your head if you hesitate once more.”

“Goddamn chill, woman. Mikey will be furious if you touch Himari.” Ran tried to alleviate the tension, but you only shot him a look, positioning the pistol towards his direction. 

“Shit wouldn’t happen if you just give him back to me.” you spat.

Rindou rolled his eyes, plopping down the fluffy cat on the floor as its furry self rushed towards you, its paws trotting fast away from the devils that made him undergone the worst traumatic experience so far in order to rest in your arms, its quivering figure calming down a little when you stroke the base of its ears. “Okay, fine. Geez, can't even take a joke.”

You snarled at him, firing a bullet close enough to graze his cheek.

“Fuck!”

“Your dick is coming next if you fuck with me again.”

“No shit sherlock. This is why cats are the only bitches you have.” Rindou retorted, causing Sanzu and Ran to laugh like maniacs when your face contorted into some sort of displeasure before retreating into the endless corridors.

Truly, the executives couldn't go a day without feeling the satisfaction of holding your suffering in their hands.

Shit has been too hard ever since you became one of the notorious executives in Bonten; it didn't help that these jackasses were always picking on you, making you almost regret taking the title that Sano Manjiro had bestowed on you. They made it a thing to annoy you on a daily basis. Either with the ultimate love of your life being thrown in the air; the ball of sunshine disguised as cats, or with the set of difficult tasks they assigned to you, which almost led to a meeting with the grim reaper if it weren’t for luck backing you up.

Not once did they leave your presence alone; always treating you as if you were a toy who amused them each time you retaliated with your renowned Glock 19 in the clutch, and bothering you every day until all you see is red, firing bullets in the corridor until Takeomi scolds you for damaging his invaluable porcelains. 

However, despite the escapades and monkey tricks that they been pulling so far, best believe that there was not an actual bad blood happening between the both of you. This is just a daily occurrence of how the executives showed their love on one another. You, pointing their gun to them, while they made a run for it. You, threatening their lives, while they indulge in the satisfaction at the sound of your furious clicking heels stomping hard against the glistening marbles.

Surely, things would have been easy if only there were a bunch of Kakucho roaming around the organization, or if the other executives shared the same build as him — respectful, well-mannered, and real mature. He was one of the few gentleman who is courteous to women like you despite being a notorious criminal, and he earned your respect for that.

Just like right now, Kakucho Hitto was being a huge help and you couldn’t be anymore thankful to him for existing in this embodiment pit of hell.

“God. That’s the spot, Kaku. Push it more right there.” you groaned at the feeling of his thumb pressed against your shoulder blades, giving your tense muscle a light squeeze now and then as you relished under his massage. Today was one of those days when you and the navy-haired shared paperwork in his office, and as usual, Kakucho would lend a helping hand by massaging your stressed shoulder after too much documentation processing. Didn’t even help the fact when he found you worn-out in his doorstep, knowing the mess that you had probably just encountered with the Bonten Trio, Kakucho knew that you badly needed some relief over your exhaustion.

“Did I do it right?”

“Yeah. Just squeeze it like that.”

Kakucho did what you told, and you couldn’t help but hum.

“What the actual fuck.” Kokonoi exclaimed under his breath, eyes judgy at the scene playing in front of him. “For a second, I thought you guys are doing the thing.”

Kakucho blushed, because he too, agreed that when you moan like that, it sound like he was pleasuring you.

“Shut the fuck up, Hajime.”

“Can’t blame me. You just fucking moan, alright. Moan.”

“Moans doesn’t always need to be sexual.” you grumbled. 

“Whatever. Kakucho,” Kokonoi called out the navy-haired who seemed to be in a trance until the following words of the silver-haired reached his ears. “Himari’s in Sanzu’s office. You joining?”

You inaudibly sighed at what Kokonoi meant.

So, they were at it again.

Himari Ukishima; the poor woman you had threatened to take life earlier was out there, in Sanzu’s office yet again to pleasure all these executives’ dick.

The woman wasn’t even a whore to begin with. Mikey just found her enticing enough when he passed by a university, and decided to let the Bonten Trio kidnapped her and took her into the headquarters, and she’s been here for what? Almost a year now? Fucking and taking care of their cocks like the good girl she was.

She was basically a girl what the executives wanted; someone they wanted to corrupt and strip off their innocence, and they were no doubt successful from it. It’s Bonten — the worst criminal organization in Japan, what can you say? They fucked her dumb enough for her to develop Stockhold Syndrome. Crazy, you must say. She was one of those victims of their sensual gratification who had fallen deep into the lion’s den to bother escape or even ask for you help, which didn’t surprise you anymore as you think she’s also enjoying the feeling of five cocks in her body whenever you heard her pleas and whines.

“Quiet down, or I won’t hold back putting a bullet through her brain this time.”

You threatened, yet Kokonoi merely let out a smug grin, crossing his arms. The type of woman you are; all bark and no bite. He knew you would never do that. Himari Ukishima is Mikey's most-prized possession. Killing her means defying him, and you weren't one to disobey his orders.

Despite portraying the cold demeanor, Kokonoi knows how much of an obedient woman you are to Mikey.

He was your King; much like to how Sanzu worships him.

“Jealous cause you got no bitches?”

You scowled, growing tired of their old joke of teasing how you got no men to pleasure you. “What’s with you and the others flocking over my bitches?”

Sure, there were some of them, particularly from the clubs you own, though they weren’t like like Himari who had remained the longest period with them. Your sex drive was crazy; no man was able to withstand it and had always been the first one to pass out of consciousness before you could. Therefore, as naturally as you would, you had them dispose and let it be a memory of a one-night stand instead of keeping them by your side. 

However, Bonten would like to think you were just bore in bed that’s why you have no whores in your side. Little did they know, though.

“Well, maybe if you find a man who can last with you then we can stop. Though, I doubt you can find anyone as good as us.”

You raised a brow, intrigued.

"You implyin' something, Hajime?"

He hummed, something within his eyes flashing an emotion you couldn’t quite recognize in your years of being so-called friends.

Instead of responding, Kokonoi only brushed off the question with his right hand, leaving you on Kakucho's office to think if he actually meant something behind his words or he was just messing around with you to rattle your emotions — well, that is, until one by one, you heard sinful groans, whines, and skin slapping from the office next door that made you bury your face on your palms, damn interrupted from thinking and even working from the paper works.

"Stupid fucks, I told them to quiet down." 

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WHO IS THIS KID?!

Synopsis; Boondocks!reader (who resembles both huey and riley) makes friends and connections with the various gangs of tokyo. With their vast knowledge about this horrendous world we live in, stupid decision making skills and hilarious remarks we'll see how (name) interacts with different gangs.

Content includes; gender neutral reader! black reader! platonic!various gangs, cursing, slurs, a political comment or two, CRACK. [please send me an ask if I missed anything!]

status: on hold!

rating: PG13! [language, violence]

chapters:

*(all chapters are to be read as stand alones/oneshots, certain fics will be bolded if a different timeline for reader)

Meeting ToMan

Meeting Valhalla

Meeting Tenjiku

Meeting BlackDragons 10th gen

Meeting BlackDragons 1st gen

Meeting Brahman

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[xiefuyu]

spoiled.

-- bonten x reader

🖤 — Tokyo Revengers

📝 — platonic relationship with everyone, cursing

:a/n — it's just some bonten execs spoiling the hell out of our Y/N

-- 1, 2

Surprisingly, a week after the incident with Sanzu drugging you to sleep, the upper echelons who loved throwing their work to you started to make their work themselves. Well, still with your help because they’re clueless as fuck as to how make a proper report. You almost wanted to tell them to fuck off and get the work done yourself but that just meant you’re okay with them dumping their work on you.

“Ran-san, that line is inappropriate.” you say for the nth time that afternoon. You’re hungry and tired and Ran decided to be a dumbass, purposely making mistakes in his report just so he could spite you with that lazy ass grin.

How badly you want to punch it off him.

“It’s my report, I will write whatever I want, doll.” you looked at him straight in the eye and,

“And your life is Mikey-san’s. If you want your cause of death to be because of a report containing inappropriate phrases, then go ahead and do so.” you deadpanned. He’ll be reporting this to Mikey and the other executives, after all.

“Touche.” he says, sighing. “Doll, can’t you just do it instead?”

“Change that line, Ran-san.” you point at his screen, ignoring his question. He groans and you smile fondly when he’s not looking.

He’s unbearable sometimes but you know he’s doing his best.

“What do you want for lunch, sir? I’ll buy it right now. It’s past lunchtime and you need to rest, too.” he looks at his watch and hums. “Let’s go have lunch, doll.” he says, standing up, not even bothering to turn off his laptop.

‘My treat.’ goes unsaid. Of course, you’ll protest when you get there but you know he’ll just use his position and label it as an order just so he could treat you.

All Bonten executives do.

“Y/N, come to my office.” 

You blink at your phone screen, surprised at Kakucho’s text. He rarely texts you so you’re worried that something might have happened. Without hesitation, you bolted out your office in a hurry for your boss’ office.

“Sir, I’m here.” you announced after knocking, not even waiting for Kakucho’s response before opening the door. He’s sitting on his chair, wide eyes looking up at your dishevelled state. “Did you run?” you clear your throat, flushed in the face before fixing yourself. “I apologise for my state, sir. Did you need anything?” 

You see his eyebrow rising in amusement and you want nothing more than to walk out his office, knowing he’ll say something that will make your heartbeat a little faster.

It’s not like you like him, you swear.

It’s just that…Kakucho has that charisma. An alluring one.

“Did you rush here in concern after receiving my text?” he asked, a soft smile on his lips. You bit the inside of your cheek, clearing your throat once again. “Yes, sir…I was worried because you rarely text me.” you admit and God, his balcony is open and you want to throw yourself out because of his soft laugh.

“Thank you, Y/N. And I apologise for scaring you. I just wanted help regarding this report that I’ll be giving to Kokonoi. You know, financial and stuff. You’ve been his secretary before, right? So I thought I'd get your help to fix any mistakes.”

Warmth spreads through your whole being at the thought of an executive thinking of you and your capabilities.

You knew it was what you signed up for in the first place - to help them - but it was still a good feeling for you.

“Oh, I’m glad you’re okay, Kakucho-san. And of course, please let me take a look.” you beam at him before walking towards his desk. It is then you see a box of your favourite biscuits and candies. He sees your line of sight and chuckles before pushing it towards your direction.

“A thank you gift for your help,” he says.

You gaped at him like a stupid fish before bowing, “I-it’s not needed, sir. But thank you so much!” he pats your head before you could stand straight. “Sit here, let’s start.”

Working with Kokonoi is the second most peaceful experience for you. He’s not a dumbass, not an asshole, and most importantly, he does his work right.

(Kakucho is your favourite working buddy but don’t tell the others that.)

“Kid, did you put this here?” he asked in a hushed tone, pointing inside his bag. You looked over at him, confused. Why is he asking such questions while the both of you are in the middle of an important mission?

You see a bag of candies, your favourites, inside his bag. “No, sir…Even though those are my favourites, I won’t bring them to missions.” Well, now you’re tempted to eat one but you’re literally in a life or death mission so no, you’ll maintain your professionalism and eat a bunch later when the mission’s done and you’re still alive.

“Fucking Sanzu must’ve put it.” he tsked, closing his bag before focusing on the task at hand. The both of you are currently infiltrating a secret base of an enemy and instead of being alone, Kokonoi insists on coming with you, saying you need guidance.

It’s just him being a worrywart.

“I'll be going now, sir.” you inform him when you see the enemies walking out. He grabs your wrist before you could even step away. “Kid, be careful.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m serious. Look at me. Be fucking careful.” you blinked at him, nodding. You’re also serious but hey, having Kokonoi worry over you is such a good feeling.

“I’ll be back as soon as possible, sir.”

True to your words, you successfully completed your mission with Kokonoi’s guidance. “Here.” he suddenly pushed a card to you.

A black card.

“Do you want me to buy something, sir?” you asked, confused as you hesitantly got hold of the card that probably holds your lifetime’s paycheck.

“I talked with someone who works at the candy factory.” he says, making you tilt your head in more confusion.

“And…?”

“Idiot, buy the whole factory! It’s your favourite candy’s factory.” as if that was the most obvious thing, he rolls his eyes at your dumbass.

But hey! It’s not everyday someone hands a black card to you and tell you to buy a fucking factory of your favourite candy!?

“S-sir, that’s–”

“An order.”

You groan, hiding your flushed face from his raised eyebrow and that smug smile on his lips. “Now get out, Sanzu will accompany you.” he pushes you out of the car and you’re wholeheartedly surprised that Sanzu is actually outside, waiting for you.

“Let’s go, kid. Gotta make sure they sell it to us.” of course he will be the one to accompany you, he’s in charge of negotiations for a reason.

“Sir, this is really too much.” you try protesting. “It was Mikey’s order.” that shuts you up, knowing you can’t go against your top boss so you walk behind Sanzu, head low, still red in the face.

You appreciate them spoiling you, really. But sometimes, it’s too much and you don’t know how to handle those kinds of things.

“Thank you…” you whispered loud enough for him to hear. He just grins and ruffles your hair. "Thank that money-greedy-white-haired-man."

Later on, you found out that it was actually Kokonoi’s idea and order, not Mikey’s.

“He wanted to treat you, what can we do? Refuse? No way, doll. You deserved it. Enjoy your candies.” Ran told you, a rare genuine and soft smile on his face as he pats your head as he leaves you to work on his report.

Oh well, might as well do their reports.

A/N; it's been a while! how's everyone? anyways, i need a kokonoi in my life please

@bontensbabygirl

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

masterlist:

South Terano☆

Sweet Tyranny

South bf headcanons

Your Instagram while dating South Terano

Kokonoi Hajime☆

Bf headcanons

Your Instagram while dating Kokonoi Hajime

Random idea for @narcjsistx

Haitani Brothers☆

Haitanis little sister

Bf Ran headcanons

Rindou trying to make you jealous

Lover boy Rindou

Ran headcanons

Your Instagram while dating Ran Haitani

Gamer Rindou x needy reader

Rindou with a guitarist gf

Have you ever thought how easy it would be for us to end the other one?

Your Instagram while dating Rindou Haitani

Ryusei Sato☆

RyuseixBaji's cousin

Reader gives Ryusei her scarf

Kazutora Hanemiya☆

Brother Kazutora headcanons

Husband Kazutora headcanons

Kazutora and gangster reader

Your Instagram while dating Kazutora Hanemiya

Kazutora & platonic!reader angst

Chifuyu Matsuno☆

Bf Chifuyu headcanons

Foreign reader

German reader

Takashi Mitsuya☆

Bf Mitsuya headcanons

Foreign reader

Auntie reader?

German reader

Mitsuya and Dancer Reader

As father

Baji Keisuke☆

Big Brother Baji headcanons

Big Bro Baji headcanons 2

Baji oneshot:confession

Bf Baji headcanons

Baji x Venezuelan Japanese reader

Foreign reader

Baji in love

Your Instagram while dating Baji Keisuke

"Get close to Baji's gf" he said...

Baji with Argentinian girl who plays guitar

Baji x rock guitarist reader

German reader

Izana Kurokawa☆

Bf Izana headcanons

Izana x bratty sick reader

Living together with Izana

Izana x Tenjiku Reader angst

Your Instagram while dating Izana Kurokawa

Manjiro Sano☆

Foreign reader

Mikey x female Bengali reader

Too busy

Your Instagram while dating Manjiro Sano

Mikey x ADHD reader

Have you ever thought how easy it would be for us to end the other one?

The Fall Of Icarus

As father

Taiju Shiba☆

Bf headcanons

Dark intimating x sunshine

Taiju with a reader who gives him long nicknames

Taiju x Yuzuha's bsf reader

Shinichiro Sano☆

Pathetic bf x cool gf

Shuji Hanma☆

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Your Instagram while dating Hanma Shuji

Sanzu Haruchiyo☆

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Draken☆

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As father

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Takemichi as a big brother to hyperfem!reader

As father

Kawata twins☆

Your Instagram while dating Nahoya/Souya Kawata

Wakasa Imaushi☆

Young!Wakasa boyfriend headcanons

Kakucho:

Have you ever thought how easy it would be for us to end the other one?

Tenjiku on the beach with Reader

Bonten and y/n at casino

Tokyo rev boys at the early stage of relationship

Foreign Reader, Hanma & Kisaki

Korean reader x TR boys

Fanfic Recommendations

[itjazzbicch]

On My Mind

Pairing: Bonten!Kokonoi Hajime x Bonten!Fem Reader 

First time writing for Koko, so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Coming to a meeting, wearing one of her secret lovers' gifts, the attention she receives sparks the true feelings they have for one another, which they discuss when they're finally alone...

Warnings:  Pet names (Baby, princess) very slight swearing

Word Count: 0.7k 

"Y/N finally here yet? We need to get started."

It wasn't like me to be late for a meeting, hearing Sanzu in the meeting room and apologizing as I stepped in:

"Forgive me for being late. I had to handle a personal issue."

"Woo," Ran whistled from the bar, bringing drinks over and winking at me, "Who are you trying to impress? Because I have never seen you all dolled up like that, honey."

I hated when people put me on the spot like this. Although, Ran made a good point. A cute silk dress, heels, and jewelry to match. That wasn't exactly my style, but I was exploring new fashions, avoiding the eyes of the one who bought it for me.

Kokonoi.

"I just thought that maybe it was time to try something new," It was hard to hide how flustered I was, especially since there were only two seats left.

One next to Rindou for Ran, then one next to Kokonoi. Koko's eyes wouldn't leave the sight of my dress as I sat down next to him, our eyes connecting, and the lust in them had me looking away to hide my smile.

We were a thing but weren't official. So, I would rather not have the rest of the guys be in our business, looking at Ran as he brought me a drink, winking:

"Well, it looks good on you, baby doll."

Ran could never hold back his flirtatious ways, cheeks full of flustered heat as I felt Koko's hand on my thigh under the table. Ran couldn't see it but noticed my expression, going to flirt with me some more till Sanzu groaned:

"Stop worrying about your, baby doll, Ran, and focus on the work we have to do."

"Yeah, yeah," Ran huffed back, sitting at the table, and as we were going through files and talking business, Koko's hand found my thigh again, fingertips tracing the silk against my skin, their talking able to hide his whisper:

"I knew that you'd look gorgeous in that dress."

"I'm glad you think so. I really do love it," I whispered, fighting another blushy smile, my thighs squeezing together.

To make it look like we were handling business, Koko reached for some papers next to me; his whisper was quieter but loud and clear to me:

"Only the best for my princess."

That made all my blood rush between my thighs, his finger softly trailing between my thighs, teasing under my dress, and his eyes trailing over to Ran, who was side-eyeing me with a smirk.

I took a big gulp of my drink while staring at the clock, needing this meeting to end already. It was still a lot of attention to process. I wasn't the type to be so easily swooned, but there was something about Koko.

I'd never seen him entertain the thought of anyone lustfully in all the years I've known him, and to be showered in bliss and pampered by him? It never failed at making my heart race.

Thankfully, I didn't have to suffer in tension for long. I stayed a bit longer only to avoid the guys seeing Koko and me leaving together.

It was astonishing how platonic we looked, but as we stepped into the elevator, there was no more acting.

"Gosh, I can't keep my eyes off you."

"You're too good to me, Koko," I said, melting from his presence, let alone when his hand found my hip, bringing me in front of him.

"Look at you, princess," The walls of the elevators were mirrors, my hands following his on my dress, pressing kisses on my ear, turning into soft nibbles with every word, "You are beautiful."

"Koko," Exhaling a soft moan, I found the motivation to ask, "Can we come out about us? When Ran was eyeing me, I only wanted to show him that I'm yours."

"I know how you feel. That damn Ran needs put on a leash," He was annoyed by what happened earlier, too, smiling into my eyes through the mirror, "I agree that he needs to learn that you're mine."

That's all that needed to be said, turning around in his arms to kiss him. We didn't have a lot of time to be affectionate with one another, so I took the opportunity, cooing between kisses:

"You're the only one I want, Koko." 

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[kokoch4n3l]

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DEAD GIRL'S BEACH — complete pairing(s): izana x f!oc, mikey x f!oc, chifuyu x f!oc(one-sided)

summary: she is a newly graduated psychiatrist and unfortunately, very broke. she gets a job at Sunshine Grove Psychiatric Hospital and catches the attention of a very dangerous patient who likes to hold grudges, even against those who are oblivious of their actions...

BUY ME THE MOON — (4/10) pairing(s): bonten!mikey x f!reader, (slight)bonten x f!reader

summary: in which the president’s secret daughter catches the attention of some not-so-nice people. they're hot as hell but too bad Sano Manjiro is your step sister's fiancé...

DID YOU TAKE MY LOVE AWAY FROM ME? — (0/10) pairing(s): mikey x f!reader x kakucho

summary: after a bad breakup, you fall in love with Sano Manjiro for the 100th time in your life and maybe someone new. The problem was, even being in love wasn't enough to stop you from wanting to walk into oncoming traffic.

'•.¸♡ ONE-SHOTS ♡¸.•'

SACRIFICE(EAT ME UP) pairing: kanto!mikey x f!reader

STAY IN MY MEMORIES pairing: bonten!mikey x model!oc

THE WRECKAGE OF THE WORLD pairing: bajifuyutora x platonic!oc, izana x oc

VE KAMLEYA pairing(s): slight bonten x desi!oc, implied mikey x desi!oc

ART DECO pairing(s): kanto!mikey x f!reader

MAIN YAHAAN HOON pairing: bonten!mikey x desi!reader

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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒

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˖◛⁺⑅ tokyo revengers

gun play — bonten!sanzu | fem!reader | one-shot | 1.8k | kinktober | dubcon | alcohol consumption | semi-public

˖◛⁺⑅ bungou stray dogs

pet play — fyodor dostoyevsky | fem!reader | one-shot | 1.6k | kinktober | dubcon | facial | bruise mention | no aftercare

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[gatitties]

Hey! If it’s alright, may I request a sort of part two to that Dad!Sanzu x teen!daughter!reader (platonic) you did a bit ago where it delves into sanzu repairing his relationship with his daughter (or more rather how he tries to spend more time with her, like indoor activities, shopping at the mall etc.), and maybe reader working towards healing from her ed since its probably something thats going to take a long while to recover from. Oh! And maybe for decibe the relationship between reader and the rest of boten?

─Dad!Sanzu x teen!daughter!reader

─ Summary: Step by step, everything seems to be going much better, enjoying every moment you can while you slowly finish recovering just like your father.

─ Warnings: none

Part one

Wow, I didn't think it would take me so long to come back, although I don't know how to manage my time rn, I'm sorry for being gone for so long, but my life was making some changes, sorry for so many delayed request :( I promise I'll end all of them

─ Without a doubt your life had taken a great change for the better, all the accumulated stress, bad routines and meals had almost completely disappeared, making you the healthiest version of yourself.

─ Sanzu followed you by quitting alcoholism, although it was more difficult with tobacco, he was still working on it, just like you, it was not easy to go back to eating at least three times a day, or to deprive yourself of sudden binges.

─ Both of you supported each other as a way of improving, although time with Sanzu still had its limits, you could not complain now that your lives were healthier.

─ Even his coworkers (with whom you already had a relationship, but it had become closer due to Sanzu's desperation to neglect you) saw you as a part of their lives, a niece and family.

─ Usually Kakucho and Takeomi are the ones who spend the most time with you since they are the most responsible among the others, they will be much more attentive to your needs whenever your father is absent.

─ Sanzu made sure that you were never alone unless you wanted it that way, otherwise you will always be surrounded by Bonten's men, in a way, also for your safety.

─ The Haitani brothers were always there when you feel too encapsulated at home, when tasks overwhelm you, those two idiots, despite not taking you to the safest or most appropriate place for someone so young (their brothels), provide the mental rest you need.

─ Shion and Mochizuki usually have the role of bodyguards rather than babysitters, if Sanzu can't accompany you, drop you off or pick you up from your classes, those two are the ones who will take care of doing the work, they will listen attentively to you chatter about your day to tell your father about it later.

─ Mikey may be the one you see the least, he's quite busy and he doesn't really like having to take care of a brat, but if he has some free time he'll let you accompany him to get takoyaki, you'll be able to buy anything you want too on the condition that Sanzu doesn't find out that you're eating 'harmful' things on the sly.

─ Your father has become very cautious with things that cause you stress and discomfort, although sometimes it is a bit annoying not to be able to eat a couple more sweets, you understand his position, because you were like that when he was at his lowest point.

[jellybelly-may]

★彡[ᴄʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ꜱᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ!]彡★

[Prologue] [Chapter 1]

[BONTEN X TEEN! READER] PLATONIC!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

A few men dressed in expensive suits stood nearby, unfazed by the scenery in front of them. The notorious Bonten organization had just dealt with three traitors, the rats who dared to betray them.

“Those who don’t fit in Bonten,” A pink-haired man grinned.

“Are scraps!”

As the silence of the night settled in, the distant hum of a bike broke through, growing louder with each passing second.

The men froze.

Alarmed by the sudden noise of the oncoming vehicle, they whipped out their guns.

 A figure on a small moped zipped through the deserted streets, her dark helmet reflecting the glistening streetlights. She pulled up to the scene, parking with precision. With a swift motion, she removed her helmet, revealing a young girl, no older than 16, with determined eyes and an air of confidence.

"Pardon the intrusion, cleaning service is here!" she announced, her voice carrying a blend of professionalism and nonchalance. 

Bonten turned to her, skepticism etched on their faces. 

Sanzu stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the seemingly inexperienced girl before him.

"You? Clean this up?" he questioned, a hint of amusement in his tone. "You sure you're in the right place, kid?"

The girl smiled, unfazed by the skepticism. "Pretty sure," she replied confidently. "You may call the company to check."

Sanzu turned to Koko. 

“Call them now.”

Kokonoi nodded and pulled out his phone, quickly dialing the number for the cleaning service. After a brief conversation, he hung up and looked at the group.

"They say she's the best they've got," he announced, though his tone still carried doubt.

Sanzu exchanged glances with the rest, doubt still lingering. 

Finally, his gaze landed on Mikey. 

The silver-haired man merely nodded.

“Proceed.”

"Alright, kid. Show us what you've got."

And with that, the girl set to work.

Before she took another step, a scarred man spoke up. “Make sure you properly clean the dead bodies.” 

Another man with weird-looking brows continued. 

“Crush and freeze- ”

“Yes, I know. Crush and freeze the bodies to make it into fish bait.”

The silence was deafening. 

Awkwardly clearing her throat, she pulled a compact kit from the compartment of her moped, unfolding it to reveal an array of specialized tools.

“I apologized for that, force of habit. I was already briefed on how you would like the cleaning to be…” She bowed politely. 

One of the men snorted. 

“Kid’s got spunk, I like her.” 

“That sounded weird, Ran.”

“You make it weird, Rindo.”

Ignoring their antics, she quickly got to work. She carefully bagged the bodies and removed the bloodstains and whatever evidence was on the cold, hard ground. She spilled some fish entrails on the floor, where the previous rats had died.

Bonten watched in silence, their skepticism slowly transforming into interest. 

She handled the cleaning quite well for a 16-year-old or however old she was. Rather, she was better than the other cleaners they had previously hired. 

They continued to watch her like hawks. 

As she finished, (Y/N) stood and removed her gloves, giving the area one final inspection. 

The teen turned to them with a satisfied smile. "Alright, all done. Now, if you could just sign here," she said, holding out a contract. "Proof that the job is completed."

Kokonoi stepped forward, took the pen, and signed the document. "Impressive work," he admitted, handing the contract back to her.

She gave a slight nod, her eyes twinkling with a mix of pride and amusement. "Just another day at work," she quipped before heading back to her moped.

“Ah!” The young teen turned around and bowed towards the men.

“Thank you for choosing X Cleaning Service! We hope it is up to your satisfaction. Please contact us again if you need our services.”

With that, she bid them goodnight and rode away into the night.

—————————————————————————————————

OMAKE

Scene: Evening, on the moped.

As the moon lit up the street, (Y/N) took a ride through the city. 

The wind in her hair and the hum of the engine were strangely comforting. 

This…familiar feeling.

Where has she felt this before?

Jolting back to reality, she knew she’d be called upon again soon, but for now, she enjoyed the brief respite.

Stopping by a bridge overlooking the city lights, she took a deep breath and whispered to herself, "Thank you for choosing X Cleaning Service. We hope it is up to your satisfaction. Please contact us again if you need our services." 

With a final, satisfied nod, she revved the engine and rode off into the night, ready for whatever the shadows might bring next.

@mysouleaten @bloobewy @camslut7 @yaoona-mi @wakasaishot @tala-bez-i @syrupyfruity

Welp, posting on impulse hehe! It ain't proof-read yet cuz im still busy with my final animation project rn :') Lemme know if you wanna be tagged in the taglist (づ￣ ³￣)づ

[cheesus-doodles]

Going Home: Chapter 3

Yandere Platonic Toman + Time Leaper Darling

Masterlist

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Going Home: Chapter 1 | 2

Thank you all for your patience! Sorry I've been a bit quieter than usual, been working on this chapter as and when I have the time, super excited and relief to finally get this out there! Enjoy! :) p.s. it’s pretty late, editing tomorrow, thanks for understanding!

Catching Kazutora’s fist with a quick flash of his own arm, the already bulging vein on Draken’s forehead that had been throbbing for the better half of a day looked like it was on the verge of finally popping. “Hey, hey! Knock it off already!” It was a line he had repeated countless numbers of times today alone, yet the words didn’t seem to sink into the other with black-and-yellow hair, those unblinking eyes fixated on a head of lilac hair on the other end of the picnic bench, though Kazutora reluctantly retreated back to his assigned corner under the tired glare, away from a weary Mtisuya.

“And don’t you even think about it,” Draken snapped without even turning, and Mikey reluctantly sank back down into his seat, tightly clenched fists disappearing under the sun-bleached wood of a school bench. Despite the gloomy mood that hung heavy over the Toman boys back home and unknowingly separated from you by twelve long years, the weather seemed to disagree with their somber thoughts; the sun was bright yet the air was cool, a breeze rustling the leaves of overhead trees with the occasional joyful ray of light breaking through a generous canopy and onto miserable faces. A beautiful day by all accords for an absolutely horrible, worst-case situation.

Letting out a wretched sigh, the usually stoic Vice President dragged one hand down his face, the other clutching a comparatively small phone. He understood, he really did - after all he was as much trapped in the same unenviable situation as the rest of his fellow founders. Exhausted, anxious, an insatiable boiling rage in his gut, and the need to beat anyone and anything that stood in his path.

You were gone. Vanished without a trace in the middle of the day from outside your school in the single half-hour they weren’t by your side. There was little doubt that like him, the rest were still beating themselves up a day later over wasting precious time, having decided to wait for you outside the gates by their bikes instead of rushing straight in to look for you. After all, it was uncommon for you to run even a minute late from your classes; you never liked to keep your boys waiting for longer than necessary. And with Mitsuya having been the last to have seen you before your disappearance, walking you back and dropping you off at your classroom right after lunch, it was obvious that everyone’s initial suspicion would have been pinned directly on his other Twin Dragon no matter how ridiculous that idea sounded to Draken.

Because where else could you possibly have gone?

There surely was no stone in Shibuya that the panicked Toman founders had left unturned in their day and night comb of the city, yet they failed to find even a whiff of your presence. No school bag, no shoes, things that you usually had on your person had vanished along with you - it was as if you had simply vanished from the face of the earth, yet your house was undisturbed without a single item missing or out of place, nor did any of very vigilant your neighbors see you enter or leave. A kidnapping? A rival gang that had perhaps seen you with them one too many times, and decided to whisk you away as a hostage? Maybe a random street grab-and-run? Unlikely, given none of your schoolmates reported seeing any suspicious vehicles around the time of your disappearance (under the threat of a very painful death that is) and Toman had yet to receive any demands - Draken scratched that off his mental list.

Or worse, did you somehow find out about what your precious friends had been up to behind your back and decided to run away? It was a constant unspoken fear among the Toman founders, that you would decide one day to leave and never come back should you ever find out what they had been doing behind your back. But it was just another struck from the list; no chance that they wouldn't have known the moment you found out, given you always wore your heart on your sleeve.

So what did that leave? The blond-haired boy, a steadfast and strong presence that the Tokyo Manji Gang rallied around, barely knew where to go from here. Yet no matter how much his mind and heart yearned to get out and help with the search, his body was still weak and recovering from his near-death incident just a week prior: handling Kazutora and Mikey already took whatever strength he had left. Even if it was Draken who did manage to find you, he would imagine you wouldn’t be too happy to see him already out and about - all he had left was his brain.

The warm sunlight that bathed their skin felt more like a scornful, satirical imitation of your hug, the crowds thronging Tokyo City uncaring of their plight.

How did everything go wrong so quickly? It was supposed to be all uphill from here - Takemitchy had saved his life and been rewarded with Mikey’s first ever Toman uniform, and you, despite trying to save him yourself had thankfully walked away with a small but heartbreaking wound and scar on your hand; a clear reminder of their failure to protect you from their dark world.

Dropping back into his seat at the table, Draken set his uninspiringly quiet phone down with a thud. “Any new ideas?”

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And apparently that was the wrong question to ask, and the taut tension finally exploded, the wooden bench groaning and shuddering under Kazutora’s open palms as the duo-colored haired delinquent slammed both hands down, jumping to his feet. The words that spilled off his lips, combined with that unblinking stare, were toxic enough to kill. “I know it’s fucking you, isn’t it Mitsuya. You’re hiding her!”

A straight, unflinching accusation, one that said boy, no matter how level-headed, wasn’t going to take lying down. “Huh?! Are you dumb?” A vein on Mitsuya’s forehead began to bulge as he tried and failed to swallow the boiling anger. “I walked her all the way back to class! Why would I be here if I knew where she was?!”

“You said she needed more space, let her attend class in peace,” Kazutora spat back, though the tinge of desperation that underlied his tone and those dreadfully dark eyebags was abundantly clear. “We wouldn’t be in this position if we didn’t.”

If they didn’t let you run off and do whatever you wanted, unspoken words that all of them, both present around the bench and away searching, knew and carried in their heavy hearts. No one could shake the guilt.

And then a different voice speaking up had Draken’s gut sinking further. “How do we know its not you, Kazutora?” Questioned Mikey, unblinking eyes staring down said boy, who spun round to face the Toman President.

“Me?!”

The gang was falling apart without you, and the Toman Vice President could only wonder how long more they could last. He hoped you were at least safe and dry wherever you were.

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Separated from the woes of your delinquent friends by simple time, you were far from free from your own problems.

“Does it still hurt?”

“Not any more. I’m fine, Mikey, really. See?” you sighed out, running your bandaged hand through his crown of white hair, the other resting on the handle of an oil strainer, the gentle sound of food sizzling the only sound to be heard amidst this otherwise lifeless stainless steel environment that formed the ginormous kitchen you found yourself in. Your friend seemed less than inclined to believe you though, arms wrapped firmly around your waist as he leaned into your chest, careful to avoid brushing against your neck.

“But it did just now,” he mumbled back into your clothes, and you couldn't deny that - you could still feel those hands clamping around your throat, quavering dilated eyes squeezing down with the intent to kill.

It had been a good hour since the doctor had left after being immediately summoned from the infirmary to Mikey’s room to carefully and professionally assess your injuries under the watchful eyes of the white-haired man. An ointment for the ugly blue and purple bruising that littered your neck and a tight bandage wrap for your wound that was torn in the scuffle, and you were given the green light to resume regular activities, whatever that meant in light of what had just happened. Knowing Mikey, you would be lucky to ever be left alone anytime in the next week, let alone ever again. You hadn’t forgotten the look of utter fear that had washed over your friend’s face, the way he raced through winding hallways with you bundled in his arms, as if you were already on death’s door and tempted to cross the threshold. Because how could you? There wasn’t a single instance you remember ever seeing such a raw emotion pass Mikey’s face in all your time spent with your Toman friends, and you weren’t keen on seeing it again.

Yet all you had taken away from the whole incident were more and more questions; questions whose answers you knew would maybe start to solve the mystery of where you were and what had happened, yet questions you had no doubt would, at best, break Mikey’s heart if you asked. What to do indeed? Mentally shaking yourself out from the neverending spiral of thoughts, you turned your thoughts back to the present. Though, your lips twitching upwards, the irony of the other’s insistence at your apparently debilitating injury at the moment wasn’t lost on you - he hadn’t so much as mentioned the possibility of your bandages getting dirty when you were battering the chicken parts just a few minutes ago. “So I suppose I should stop frying and get some rest then?”

A noise that sounded like a cross between a snort and a whimper, and those abyss eyes instantly whipped up to meet yours. You couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out at the absolutely pathetic pout he had on his face, his grip on your shirt tightening further. “I didn’t say that!” he protested. “Take that back!”

“Yes, yes,” You rolled your eyes, that familiar indulgent smile spreading across your face. Despite everything, he was still your Mikey. “I was kidding, Mikey.”

But your wince at the flare of pain as you turned to press a kiss to the top of Mikey’s forehead, as much as you tried to hide it, wasn’t missed, the man gently guiding your head to face forward once more, childish whine fading into a quiet concerned mutter. “Don’t turn if it hurts.”

The kitchen fell back into a comfortable silence, you humming that old croony love song under your breath as you reverted your attention to your cooking, nudging Mikey back slightly when his hand got a little too close for comfort as you shook the oil off the crisp chicken pieces, settling them down top of a tray you had found in one of countless drawers. Steel surfaces marred with scratches and dulled from wear and tear told their own stories of the days spent toiling away here by unknown souls. You weren’t sure when those clingy arms had released you long enough for the white-haired man to wander back with plates, but the clinging of porcelain together as you rescued the last lonely karaage from the boiling sea of oil told you everything you needed to - you were certain your friend would demand payment for his “help” in the form of attention and cuddles later on.

Though there was not much time to think about that now either, not when you barely had enough to pick up your precious tray before Mikey started to insistently tug at your sleeve, leading you a surprisingly short distance through two doorways which opened up into a relatively homely-looking dining room. Decked out in simple but nonetheless exquisite walnut-wood furniture and a rug that reminded you of your own room back home, it was a stark contrast to the grandeur of the upper floors the two of you had descended from, the plain walls home to a single mirror and the round dining table a vase of flowers. “Sit here,” he insisted, and you obliged, dropping into the cushioned seat, to which Mikey immediately attempted to climb into your lap.

“Mikey!” Letting out an oof as your entire vision was suddenly filled with nothing but the black shirt your friend seemed to always wear, you swore you heard the chair underneath you groan with the weight of two. “Too heavy!”

A rustle and several mild thuds later, the pressure on your thighs was somewhat alleviated, with the white-haired man finally settling down, opting to sit only on your lap while resting his legs across both yours and the neighboring chairs’ armrests. To any other pair of discerning eyes, it would look almost as if you were cradling him, like a mother would their child, and you certainly were to an extent - but to you, it was very much just business as usual.

Just Mikey being the needy friend you remember from yesterday morning albeit looking a bit different. Even down to him now prying your fingers open to force a spoon into your grip, you knew it was your dear friend behind this facade of white hair and gaunt hands.

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But, your mind whispered against your heart’s protest, was that all that was different? Was the man in your lap truly the Mikey you thought you knew?

Even as you absentmindedly spooned a chunk of fried chicken into the awaiting mouth of the former Toman President, your thoughts couldn’t help but wander back towards that incident just a few hours prior, and even with your valiant attempts to ward them off, barricade them away, your brain remained firmly stuck. You simply had to know what happened - your own memory drawing a blank from the time between Sanzu suddenly attacking you and finding yourself clutched in Mikey’s arms, corridors whirling past your shaky, blurred vision. It was just for your peace of mind, you tried to reassure yourself as you plucked up your courage; you swore you wouldn’t change anything about how you thought about your friend no matter what you learnt.

"Mikey, about Sanzu- '' You hesitated as that carefree smile was instantly wiped from his face as he turned to face you fully, any sense of playfulness the other had drained away in a heartbeat.

Despite his eyes being empty like they always were, they were a blank slate to anyone but you, the growing anger behind the facade of uncaringness was as clear as a lit neon sign in the midst of a winter night, a 180 from the carefree friend just a second earlier before you opened your mouth. The room temperature plummeted with those narrowing eyes, the quiet whirl of cold air from above only adding to the sudden chill of the room. “I told you to go straight to my room and not to talk to anybody. You disobeyed me.”

There was something about the way those words spilled out that frightened you - you had never been scared of any of your friends before, never Mikey - but there was no other way to explain how you felt in that moment, though you didn’t quite understand why. Maybe it was that icy look of lingering contempt for that poor pink-haired man, or maybe it was how menacing his aura had become, an almost overwhelming, radiating sensation of power.

But this time, against your mind screaming to roll over and give in, you pressed on. Mikey wasn’t going to hurt you. "What happened Mikey? I don’t remember much."

“He deserves it.” The hiss of words that came out were unlike anything you have heard spill from his lips, the way the usually hidden shadows crept up onto his face to accentuate that hard look only making the other seem more a stranger than anyone you knew. “How dare he lay his filthy hands on you.”

You’ve always known how overprotective your friends were, but this seemed extreme - had they always been this way? Or was this new, and you were actually in the future? Were your friends hiding something from you? Forcing yourself to squash down the questions that kept bubbling up, you instead focused your attention on the most recent events; if you asked all that ate away at your heart, you were sure you and Mikey would be all night, and you weren’t going to last that long in this cold that started to bite away at your bones. And the one question that you simply had to ask despite your sinking gut telling you that you probably wouldn’t like the answer: that echoing sound of gunfire that you could hear at the edge of consciousness after which Sanzu was wrenched off you, was that real or just your imagination? “Isn’t he your friend? D-did you shoot him?”

Unable to stop the shiver that seemed to shake your entire body before you got your answer, the empty spoon you had been holding fell back onto the porcelain with a clink as you instinctively rubbed both hands against your arms, and the white-haired man paused. The spell over the room broke, the tension lifting as quickly as it had weighed down on your shoulders. “I did what I needed to.” His answer came almost gently though with a sense of finality, one bony hand reaching out to ever so delicately grasp your hand even as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, his other hand comfortingly rubbing circles into your back. “I’ll do anything to protect you.”

You believed him. Mikey did scare you for that few minutes, you wouldn’t lie to yourself, and you wouldn’t be getting any more answers, but you still believed him. That didn’t mean you agree with what he did of course, but you had promised yourself you wouldn’t treat such a dear friend any differently no matter what you learnt. Letting out a sigh, the warmth of the room slowly returned much like the rising of the sun after a frigid winter night, and you shuffled yourself slightly in an attempt to get comfortable while still balancing Mikey’s weight on your lap. Time for a change of topic, and you wondered out loud the first thought that came to mind. “Where’s Ken-chin and the others?” You hummed, reaching round the sulking man to spoon another lump of chicken and rice.

“Don’t wanna talk about that,” came his muttered answer, and your heart sank - there was just too much you didn’t know, and ignorance was proving not to be very blissful. Yet you didn’t push that either, not after such an intense day for both you and Mikey, though fortunately that seemed to bring other more acceptable ideas to his mind, and the man pulled away to look you up and down. “You need clothes.”

You blinked. “Clothes?” You still had clean clothes from your home.

“New clothes,” he declared, pulling the spoon to his face and chomping down, before continuing to speak with a mouth full of food. “We’ll have a party next week, I’ll introduce you to everyone, so let’s go shopping later.”

That same indulgent smile emerged once more, you letting out a laugh as you dabbed away from Mikey’s round cheeks the morsels of rice that made it out. “Alright Mikey. Chew and swallow first, okay?”

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Once the last morsels of food had disappeared into Mikey’s mouth and you had left the empty plate atop the dining table with much reluctance at his insistence, you were once more led down those same neverending corridors, delicate unbandaged hand held ever so gently in the other’s. On a good note you mused, glancing around your luxurious surroundings, you were at least beginning to recognise the few corridors you were walked down: the corridor that Mikey’s room was along, the large white-and-blue porcelain vase that denoted where you should turn for the bathroom, and the next corridor over the one that the two of you had walked towards the kitchens.

The hallways that stretched and winded away beyond your view, hiding in its unknown depths the allure of adventure and unmade friends, was tempting to say the least, but no matter your urge to wander and explore, you knew Mikey would never let you; and alas you were right, the man leading you straight back to the worn wooden door. With a promise of a short thirty minute wait for him to make a few calls and have everything set out before your little outing, there would usually be no reason for you to disagree. But this time there was somewhere you wanted to be, somewhere you needed to be to settle the guilt eating away at your heart with those precious few minutes of potential freedom.

“I feel bad, Mikey. I wanna apologize,” you protested right at the threshold of the room, with Mikey hovering right in front of you and taking quick glances up and down the corridor, anxious to get you inside. “Sanzu got hurt because of me.”

The other stayed resolute in his decision though, as you knew he would even in light of the very strong pout on your face. He never was really that weak to your puppy eyes like you were to theirs, you supposed, lightly touching the bag of extra karaage in your pocket you had snuck aside to give to Sanzu. “No. You stay here.”

“But Mikey-”

“He’s dangerous,” came the blunt answer, his grip around you tightening ever so slightly as he tugged insistingly at your sleeve, trying to guide you into the permanently darkened room. “And resting. No.”

You sighed, allowing yourself to be ushered into his room; there was no way you were going to win this fight. “Alright, alright.” Guess you'll just have to eat the karaage yourself.

“Thirty minutes, max.” Mikey swore, his hand on the doorknob with the door halfway closed. “I’ll be done in thirty. Just need to sort some things out.”

A click of the lock, and you found yourself once more alone, swallowed into the shadows. The minutes went by slowly, one second crawling by after another. After repeatedly sitting and standing up from the bed in an attempt to think of something to do, you were finally bored enough to explore the little area, though that didn't help alleviate your boredom much. Mikey’s room was sparse. There was no other way to put it nicely, you grimaced, pushing the near-empty drawer back into its slot, before closing the wardrobe door behind you with a soft thud where the wood met. Even with the little light that seeped in under the door, it was obvious that your friend had few belongings, and even fewer if you didn't count clothes.

It broke your heart. Plain walls with no windows, few things to call his own, and this miserable, constant darkness. Sure this wasn't the Mikey you knew, but it was still Mikey. What had he been going through?

Flopping back onto the bed, you let out a breath. You knew your 'return' had brought him a semblance of relief, but you couldn't stay here forever. You didn’t belong here - and you were sure your Toman friends were waiting for you back home. Was there anything more you could do to ease the pain he carried? Closing your eyes, the darkness behind your eyelids wasn't too different from the room's.

And without a sound or another word, you vanished.

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Across the city and tucked away in a quieter neighborhood, the same sun that was all but hidden from you behind the labyrinth of walls that made up Bonten’s headquarters shone prominently through open windows, though the fresh minds that the new day brought after a good night’s sleep didn’t quite seem to help ease the conundrum that the two men pouring over a whiteboard were stuck in.

“But what makes you think the other time leaper is her?” The former delinquent mumbled, letting out a sigh as he straightened for a quick stretch, his joints rusty from the week-long lack of movement after his latest lap in the past. “It could be anyone - maybe even Kisaki.”

“Yes, I get that, but she’s the most reasonable explanation here,” Naoto retorted, turning away from the picture of your smiling face staring back at him from the whiteboard. “The bounty appeared the day you said she disappeared.”

“Are you sure? It could be that you just missed the bounty previously. You mentioned that your memories weren’t changed like the last time I timeleaped?”

It seemed almost impossible to comprehend, the detective understood: the mere idea that there were not one, but two time leapers who could both individually change the future, it was hard to swallow to say the least. But it was the reality that they had to contend with and work around, and the faster Takemichi could bring his mind around to that, the faster they could start solving this mystery and change his sister’s future. Fortunately for the already irate Naoto, the annoyance that was starting to show clearly enough on his face that the other was quick to back down from his claims, Takemichi throwing up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, so let’s go forward with the assumption that the other time leaper is her. Nothing’s changed since Draken’s - Ken Ryuguji’s - death was prevented, but do you think he is alive now?”

A lightbulb went off behind Naoto’s eyes, and he rocketed from his seat, the former delinquent almost toppling off his seat at the sudden movement. “Wait.”

“Wait?”

“Could her time leaping be overriding yours? There’s been no major change in my memories since you met her at that fight, not even after you stopped Ryuguji’s death. Only the bounty that appeared after her disappearance from the past.”

Naoto’s living room fell silent as both men contemplated the latest theory. It was plausible, more than plausible even, given how much the fate of Toman in the past was tied into you, and now, how the future failed to shift even with another life saved. More and more, it seemed you were somehow tied into this entire mess, but how was the real question?

Takemichi let out a groan, ruffling his hair. This was hard, too hard even. “I don’t suppose we know if she’s here right?”

“I ran her name through the system, still only school records from 12 years ago,” the detective grimaced. “But if her time leaping works anything like yours, then she should be present somewhere.”

“And nothing on Mikey or Bonten yet?”

“Still no sighting of the boss, so we can’t be sure.”

“How bout Draken? He could still be alive.”

Phone clicking open, Naoto allowed himself to drop back into his seat. At this point, they had nothing else to go on, so any starting point is better than none. “Let me see what we have on Draken first - if you can write down some of the other Tokyo Manji founders’ full names, I’ll try to pull their records too.”

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12 years separate from Takemichi’s woes, the only thing on Sanzu’s mind was just how hot and humid the evening was, much like the previous evening, the heavy wind that plowed down the empty street only bringing more heat rather than the relief Sanzu craved. Running one hand through the sticky mop of drenched pink hair in an attempt to give relief to his sweat-covered forehead, this delinquent had zero doubts that the past two hours alone was already a lot more miserable than the entire yesterday combined, not even taking into consideration what had gone down before the sun sank beneath the horizon.

This part of town was predictably quiet at this time of the day - cars rested beside empty sidewalks, the chatter of voices and light thuds and clinks of people drifting down to where Sanzu walked the streets below, the sound of the occasional furious scribble of students rushing work lost in the background hum of the neighborhood, audible only to whatever gods they were muttering to. Stalking down the road that ran past your school gates, a single glance of the flawless nameplate, sparkling in the light of the sinking sun, was enough to push his bad mood over the edge.

“Fuck! Fucking bitch!” A black clad leg swung out, and its hapless victim, an innocent, empty garbage can that went rattling down the road, the clanking of metal against concrete cutting through the night. It was you, the boy fumed. This whole mess was entirely your fault. You had vanished into thin air, a fact that Sanzu would ordinarily celebrate given all the problems you brought for him if it didn’t only proceed to make his life harder. You were the one that forced him to waste his entire day on the hunt for you, all in a vain effort to ease Mikey’s suffering. And when Sanzu predictably turned up with nothing, neither were you there to see the pain you were putting Mikey through, let alone soothe his anger away. And after you stole his best friend away from him - well, former best friend. Small fact, didn’t matter. You were still undoubtedly the root cause of all this trouble - he’s no doubt heard about the growing divide between Kazutora and the rest of the founders - so why couldn’t his king, his whole world and purpose, just forget about you and move on?

A loud growl broke the Fifth Division Vice Captain’s spiralling thoughts, and one hand moved to clutch at his empty stomach. With the sun low on the horizon and the night looming in the distance, waiting impatiently for its turn to rule the sky, of course dinner was going to be completely burnt though, and Sanzu didn’t think he had enough money on him for some supper before bed. Definitely your fucking fault as well. Grumbling about stupid and unappreciative friends as he turned a corner, your quiet school block quickly disappearing behind the wall of yet another generic apartment complex, the delinquent paused for a quick break on his seemingly endless quest, letting out as a sigh as he leaned against a brick wall, pulling his mask down for a breather where no one would see him hidden away from the tired aura of nearby streetlamps.

Why did he bother? And truly, why did he? Looking up at the clouded sky, Sanzu could only wonder. It wasn’t the first time this particular train of thoughts had popped up - several times, in fact, over the course of the past two days. Right from the start when he got the call that you had gone missing from outside your school, and that all of Toman had been mobilized to search for you, he had always wondered why he should.

Weighing the pros and cons, sure it would bring Mikey peace and joy if you were returned safe and unharmed to his awaiting arms, and Sanzu was sure he would be at the receiving end of that gratitude and thanks from all of the Toman founders alike. Maybe he would even get the chance to know you better without the threat of being beaten to death, obtain the rare opportunity to witness and learn firsthand how you got his king wrapped around your glass fingers. But at the end of the day, it would only benefit both him and Mikey in the long run should you have vanished for good, Sanzu knew - the Toman boss would be free to walk his dark destined path with you no longer there to distract or weigh him down, and there would only be the loyal Sanzu by his side to aide him.

What to do indeed. Well he did suppose if anything untold happens, he could always just kill you. All for the sake of Mikey, of course, but that was if anything untold happened. Maybe you’ll just never show up.

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Resolved to give up the search and hit the sack if nothing turned up within the next five minutes, it was only then that the slightest flash of gold and purple caught the corner of Sanzu’s eye, and the pink-haired boy had to take a second glance.

No fucking way. This had to be the tenth time he himself had scoured these few roads, let alone taking into account the countless times the Toman founders had searched the vicinity of your school from roof to ground. How was it possible this had been missed? Seemingly carelessly tossed at the foot of one of many brick walls that made up Tokyo City was your iconic purple charm, gifted to you by Mikey and the rest of the Toman founders. There was no one in the entirety of the gang who would fail to recognize the onomori that usually hangs by your school skirt’s belt hoop or from the zipper of your bag, a clear indication of the eyes that watched over you and whose shadows you were living under. So what was it doing here, lying forgotten in the dirt? And how has no one found it till him?

The few rays of evening light that still danced across the apartments above mocked his turbulent thoughts: would he land himself in even more trouble if he picked it up or not? Alas all Sanzu had was questions, with answers nowhere to be found. Damned if he did and damned if he didn’t. Finally settling on picking it up first and praying for forgiveness later - it would be more criminal to let something that met so much to his king lie any longer in the dirt, Sanzu decided - he reached for the charm.

As his fingertips brushed the sacred purple cloth, a sudden gall picked up, rushing down the street with enough force to slam windows and rattle doors, even almost managing to bowl over the bent-over delinquent had he not quickly righted himself.

And as quickly as the wind had started, it was gone like the last evening light upon sundown, the world falling back into a stillness that felt out-of-place. Unusually still, right till a single breath had him shooting back up at full alert, onomori now clutched in hand - he swore he had been completely alone.

You blinked back at him, frozen as if a doe caught in headlights, crunchy, transparent bag of karaage in hand rustling away with the wind.

His jaw dropped as your gazes met, his made-up mind sent reeling again.

What the actual fuck? Was - was that really you? Or just your ghost sent to haunt him from the great beyond?

One heartbeat, two heartbeats; no one spoke, and the two of you simply stared down each other, Sanzu puzzling out if this was real life or just a dream and you doing…something. You were real alright, the boy determined, a very real physical body that cast a shadow, who had two feet firmly on the ground. But where did you come from? How did you suddenly appear out of nowhere? Were you hiding from Mikey or were you on the run? Yet for reasons beyond him, you seemed more perplexed at seemingly seeing him in one piece than he was at meeting you after you appeared from nowhere. “Sanzu-san? Is that - you’re okay?”

Was- was he okay? What?

“What do you mean?” The words seemed to blurt out before the usually unflappable Toman Fifth Division Vice Captain could bring his brain around. What happened? Why would he not be okay? As if his answering set off an epiphany, a lightbulb went off behind your eyes, those doe eyes sparkling to life as you alternated looking back down at your quickly cooling karaage and Sanzu - you must have the answers that he wanted, at least some of them.

You chose to bite your tongue and keep your secrets. “Here, take this.” Instead, with a single step forward, you closed the gap between the two of you, quickly thrusting the plastic into his free hand, a small, almost sad smile breaking out onto your face. “I’m sorry for what happened.”

The small motion, though careful, was enough to knock the onomori from his other hand, the delinquent’s eyes following its path through the air as it descended once more towards the ground, but you didn’t seem to notice as you backed off and away. And when he looked back up, you had vanished once more without another word, evaporating into the chilly wind that took your place as mysteriously as you had appeared. The sun had finally given up its place as ruler of the sky, the darkness of the night enveloping the sky as it sank below the horizon, the last rays of daylight swallowed by the stars.

If he wasn’t still clutching on to the bag of karaage, he would have written the entire incident off as a hallucination and been on his way. But now, Sanzu mused as he once more bent down to carefully pick up the charm with a handkerchief, tucking it away into his pocket, now he would have to consider what to do next. No doubt that this charm was somehow linked to your disappearance and subsequent reappearance, and the boy noted to be extra careful with accidentally coming into contact with it again - the last thing he wanted was to accidentally trigger you appearing again. So should he turn over your charm to Mikey and tell his king everything? Or should he just keep this to himself, keep his head down and go along pretending?

Absentmindedly, the delinquent picked out a piece of chicken and popped it into his mouth. Bad move, because he had no words to describe how fucking delicious it was, the karaage though lukewarm still exploding into a homely, lovely flavour that warmed his belly - was this what the Toman founders had to enjoy every day? No wonder Mikey’s pissed that you’re gone.

Maybe it would be better to have you back.

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Rather unluckily for Sanzu’s sudden change of heart, where you had vanished to wasn't anywhere that the delinquent could follow across 12 years of time. Arriving just five minutes before the white door was pulled back open, you were rather surprised to find that the sun had already set when you finally had the chance to step out from behind those intimidating glass doors of the equally intimidating building you called home for the past few days. Having had no window to look out from or clock to tell the time ever since you had met this version of Mikey, you had long lost track of the passage of time - how many days had it been since you’ve had the opportunity to take a breath of fresh air?

Maybe you should have asked the Fifth Division Vice Captain when you had the chance, but then again, you didn’t want to get him into any more trouble for speaking with you.

An arm snaked around yours to clasp your freezing hand in his, shaking you from your thoughts. “You okay?” Mikey mumbled, pulling you closer to him, forehead pinched as he scanned your face.

“I’m fine Mikey,” You hummed, glancing around as discreetly as you can under the other’s watchful eye. “Just thinking.”

The white-haired man said nothing, instead leaning his head against you. Needless to say, seeing how Mikey had reacted around you over the course of the past few fours, you had decided to keep your little excursion a secret from your friend. There was no longer any doubt in your mind that you had, against all logic and reason, time traveled - this must be somewhere in the future, though you weren’t sure how many years had passed.

But in that case, why did Mikey mention finding you? Was there no future you?

All you had were more and more questions.

The foyer of the skyscraper Mikey called home was completely empty save for the two of you, the high wall that ran around the entire compound blocking any sight of the outside world - an unusual choice given what you knew of Mikey, but things had probably changed. A car rumbled across the gravel from an entrance unseen, pulling to a stop in front of the otherwise empty foyer. Even as you were bundled into the car, the one thing that struck you was just how quiet the world around you always seemed. You couldn’t see the driver either, with the partition between the front and back of the spacious car up. Except for the two “friends” of Mikey you had met plus Sanzu (you weren’t sure if he and Mikey were still friends), the building seemed lifeless. Unoccupied. It wasn’t possible of course: there was no way such an enormous place could be kept as spotless or such a feast could be whipped up without an equally enormous staff. Maybe they were just ninjas, really good at hiding.

Lit signs and digital screens flashed by, and your mind was drawn away, and you clambered up to look out of the tinted windows in fascination, though Mikey’s arm tight around your waist remained. The city had changed in the unknown time that had passed, and you couldn’t say you recognised the Tokyo that was whizzing past you - there was an almost dreamlike feel and ambience to it, the area had changed too much - yet it was still undoubtedly the same Tokyo you had grown up in.

Barely noticing that the car slowly rolling to a crawl, the tug at your sleeve came as a surprise to you as it pulled up next to a sidewalk in a neighborhood you noted as a more prestigious part of the city - you don’t think you had ever dared venture here by yourself. “We’re here.”

“Here?”

But you were no longer as alone as you thought you were, the car door swinging open to reveal a mass of bodies forming a semicircle around the entrance. The silver of light that slipped through broad shoulders was just barely enough for you to get a peep of the surroundings before the group started moving as clockwork. Huddled as close to Mikey as physically possible, you tried your best to keep your gaze down and focused on your friend, away from the intimidating gazes of the heavily armed bodyguards that surrounded the two of you. A stark reminder that no matter how Mikey behaved and acted around you, the Mikey that strolled down the street, shoulders relaxed with one arm around you, the same one that had shot Sanzu without a second thought, was but a complete stranger to you.

The single row of double-storied shops with flawless floor-to-ceiling windows all bore names you could barely read, let alone pronounce, the interiors lit and gleaming against the setting sun in the distance. Handbags, sunglasses, clothes of every color and variety displayed proudly to the world, a siren’s call to those who sought the status they brought and a mockery to those who barely got by.

“Mikey.” A new voice cut across the rumble of the city, and your ears perked up. This wasn’t someone you met before. Gaze swinging up as the herd of bodyguards parted to reveal a man in a red and gold outfit, his white side-swept hair tossing lightly in the wind as his single gold-linked glimmered in the dim overhead light of the streetlamp.

"Koko." Mikey acknowledged, and you noted that his grip on you slightly tightened. The other had an air of confidence he carried that you supposed your protective friend didn’t quite like. But even if the newly named Koko noticed, he didn't mention it, cat-like gaze kept firmly trained on Mikey with nay a single glance in your direction.

“Store’s cleared and secured, had a chat with them earlier.”

No more words were exchanged, or rather no more needed to, with Koko sauntering off while Mikey moved forward with you, and you caught a quick side glimpse of the man. You don’t remember him from Toman either, much like the case with Ran. The two of you stopped in front of one of many storefronts, a few paces away from where Koko had just been, the polished wooden front door already neatly propped open. “Come on, I wanna start with the party dresses,” Mikey mumbled into your ear, close enough that his hot breath tickled your skin, though he quickly pulled back to stare at the ring of suited men that still surrounded you.

That seemed to be a cue, and no one followed you as you were tugged into the shop. Yet right on the threshold of the shop, you thought you heard what sounded like the click of a shutter from behind and you hesitated- it was hard to mistake the sound for anything else even from a distance, given the void of people along the rest of the stretch of road - but when you turned to look, there was no one and nothing to be seen.

“What’s wrong?”

You turned back. “Nothing.”

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A crystal chandelier. There was an entire chandelier in the shop, hanging from ludicrously high ceilings framed by two floors of intricate railings as you gawked at the sparkling teardrops that refracted rainbow rays of light. Well to be fair, you didn’t know what to expect - it was the first time you had ever stepped into a shop so fancy, but this was a next level of fancy. Marble tiles expertly shone lined the floor of the shop, with tasteful picks of carpet that broke the montony; vases of fresh flowers resting atop simple side tables that helped accentuate their beauty, with smaller chandeliers that hung through the rest of the shops.

But Mikey was hardly impressed with the selection, the white-haired man too busy tearing through the racks of clothes with a silent, polite attendant by his side, occasionally pulling out various articles that seemed to be made of ghostly goasmer, the fabric puffing up at the lightest breathe, looking over the piece with a critical eye and than back at you. When he amassed a satisfactory number, the attendant was quick to hurry the dresses into a private changing room that you swore was as big as your own room back home, before vanishing from sight, leaving just the two of you.

“There’s no price tag-” you swallowed anxiously, taking another glance round the store, your delicate hand gripping the parting curtain. How much did any of this cost? Should you even be holding this?

Your friend didn’t seem to have the same concerns, his facade shattering as he reverted back into the clingy, needy, baby boy you knew as Mikey as he flung himself on you. “I like this one,” he whined, pulling those puppy eyes on you as his fingers pulled at one of several dresses hanging from velvet hangers, revealing white fabric. “Try this first.”

“I-“ You hesitated, but as Mikey’s lips started to pull downwards, you found yourself caving once more to his request. “Okay, okay.”

A bright beam replaced the white-haired man's frown in an instant. “And show me when you’ve put it on.” He insisted, pushing you lightly into the dressing room.

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‎‎

Waking into absolute darkness was not anything out of the ordinary for Sanzu, not after twelve years as Mikey’s loyal right arm and not much lesser as Bonten’s executor; didn’t matter if it was dark because he had blacked out in a questionable location where no light reached after too hard a binge on his favorite cocktail mix of drugs, or simply a lack of sight from not being able to physically open his eyes, he had done it all before. Countless times in fact. At least he wasn’t dead yet. But this time, the Bonten second-in-command noted as he tried and failed to lift an arm, this time was different. For one, everything hurts like an absolute bitch: his right leg was throbbing. The tell-tale sharp pain that shot up muscle and resonated in his thigh like a heavy gong was replicated in his chest, an incessant agony that stopped him falling back into the comfortable nothingness he awoke from - this was no doubt from gun wounds. He had been shot it seemed, though when and how would remain a mystery for now.

And for two, this awful stench: the putrid smell of heavily bleached floors that overwhelmed his nose, the odor permeating his throat with every breath he was forced to take. He had long forgotten when he had last been able to smell anything so strongly, and of all the things he could be taking a whiff of, that he rather be taking a whiff of: coffee, tea, or what of sweet, sweet orange candy? But noooo, it had to be this wretched stinkfest. There was no smell that Sanzu hated more than the overwhelming scent of supposed cleanliness and hygiene, yet here he was for no lack of trying. His arms and legs as if weighed down with lead. Where exactly was this? And what was he doing here?

Nothing made sense to his abnormally clear yet throbbing head.

“Well, well, well. Look what the cat spat out.” Make that three things that were different.

“Fuck you Haitani, I feel like I was hit by a bus,” Sanzu groaned out hoarsely, throwing a limp hand over his face in a vain attempt to block out the burning overhead lights which end with him slapping himself. He ignored the burst of muffled giggles from the side. “Need some fucking painkillers.”

“Doc says none for you,” another voice drawled out, right on the tail of his older brother as usual. Ah, so both Ran and Rindo were here. Fucking Haitani bastards. “Something about mixing drugs and dying.”

Eyes popping open at the denial of much-needed medication, it was in that moment that the pink-haired man finally recognised the god-forsaken Bonten infirmary that he had awoken in, the sole room he absolutely despised yet the only medical facility he hadn’t been kicked from and banned for life. Another shot of pain rocketed up his leg, a mocking reminder of his lack of drugs, to which Sanzu could only bite down the pain, closing his eyes once more in the hopes that the darkness would help soothe some away (it didn’t). Fuck him indeed. What happened?

He seemed to have said that last part out loud, seeing that Ran answered; the last he checked, neither Ran nor Rindo could mindread just yet, though knowing those bastards, it might be a matter of time. "We heard you fucked up."

Rindo continued. “Attacked Mikey’s little friend, nearly killed her. The boss didn’t seem too pleased to find you with your hands around her neck.”

“So he shot you,” finished Ran, somehow sounding even more smug than usual, an incredible feat in itself.

Words that individually made sense now strung into a sentence didn’t seem to add up at all; what were they talking about? What friend? Why would his king shoot him? “Are yall fucking with me?”

“Why would we? Kakucho told us everything.”

The mention of Bonten’s third-in-command was enough to open the floodgates of memories that had been suppressed by a combination of the trauma of getting shot and his wild day-long drug binge, those green eyes flying back open as your curious face hovering over him instantly flashed across the front of his mind. Scrambling to force his tortured body up into a sitting position, the movement almost sent the pink-haired man over the side of the infirmary bed, his gaze spinning and his head light. “It’s her?” His words came out as more of a croak, blown gaze sweeping the room to land on the silent black-haired man who he finally noticed, sitting in the corner busy flipping through a book - had he been present at the scene? Not that Sanzu remembered. "Did you see her?" He demanded.

The uncomfortably clean room fell silent, as if Kakucho was contemplating what to reply. The pistol very visibly resting in the other’s lap didn't phase Sanzu in the slightest; he knew why it was there, deducing that it was most likely a direct order from the boss to keep Sanzu from leaving, but he was still the second-in-command. Mikey's right hand. Any command he gave that didn't override his king's was to be obeyed. The pause before the other's response was short, and the reply was as simple and straightforward as Kakucho himself was. "It's her."

Ran nodded along. "Kind of a runt, highschool kid. Never expected her to be so small." Seems like the purple-haired man had his own little run-in.

"Watch your tongue," Sanzu snapped back automatically, though his mind was in a mess elsewhere. He had expected it, but Kakucho's answer still somehow threw him into a binder, the pink-haired man slumping back down to the bed. You. You were back like a ghost to haunt him. To haunt Mikey. To ruin their lives once more, like you did all those years ago. Why couldn't he get rid of you, put you to rest like an exorcist spirit? What did you want? But despite his initial surge of anxiety and anger at the mere idea of having to deal with you and all the problems you brought, he couldn’t quite grasp what exactly had pushed him over the edge.

You were no longer just the big, bad enemy that Sanzu had to get rid of to keep Mikey on his destined path. You were that feeling of a warm hug, of home. If he strained his fraying memory to the edge, the pink-haired man was sure he could still bring up a memory of a kindness that no one had shown him before you - a bag of hot, crispy karaage. A homely taste that warmed his belly on a bad day like nothing he had never experienced previously. His head felt…messed with? “Am I crazy?” He muttered to himself, before raising his voice enough for the others to hear. “I feel like my memories…changed?”

Apparently this was enough to pique Kakucho’s interest, as per the creak of his chair as he leaned forward. “In what sense?”

“Like - I changed the way I felt about her. New memories that I don’t remember having-” Sanzu shook himself out of the daze. No. He couldn't let himself get distracted - bribed - so easily. You were still the enemy, the largest obstacle he needed to clear from his king's life, crispy, home fried karaage or no. “Just me?”

Ran hummed, while Rindo scoffed and spoke up. “Just you,” he confirmed. “Probably the drugs.”

Sanzu tsked. It wasn’t the drugs, but he wasn’t going to get anything more than that from those bastard brothers. “Where’s Mikey?”

“Should be back in his room asleep.” The younger Haitani popped out the lollipop he had been sucking on, waving it casually in the air as he spoke, though the clear taunting smirk plastered across Rindo’s face said everything Sanzu needed to know. Back in his room?

“Wouldn’t you like to know~” Ran sang.

‎

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Returning from the dangerous, dirty outdoors (or so your needy friend said) with an entire fresh new wardrobe was a good enough excuse for Mikey to insist on you taking another shower, and you saw no reason to disagree. The sun had already fully given way to the night sky when you finally left the shop and its exceedingly helpful attendants, though there were no stars to be seen from behind the heavily tinted window on your ride back to the gated compound. You were, funnily enough, thankful to be finally away from so many pairs of curious eyes no matter how discreet they were and despite how lonely you had been before; being at the center of any kind of attention was draining, but Mikey didn’t seem the slightest bit affected. But of course he wouldn’t. He led a biker gang.

Mikey didn’t let you see your new belongings being rung up, let alone the final total cost of the haul, though that didn’t stop you from having an inkling at the minimum number of zeroes that must have been attached to the end of the tab, an amount you had no hope of repaying ever. You did notice the other white-haired man - Koko, you recalled - had re-entered the store just ast you slid into the car; perhaps he was the one handling the payment? And if he was, well, you could only hope that he wouldn’t be too angry at the damage, even if Mikey had assured you that it was alright. The shopping from the trip had been neatly packed away, filling up some of the many empty wardrobes that lined the walls of the bedroom, save for the single mind-bogglingly expensive white party dress and accompanying shoes that Mikey had talked you into, which hung prominently from the back of his bedroom door.

You had to admit that the dress was perfect in every sense, almost like it was tailored for you: it hugged your body in just the right places, the fabric just heavy enough to not lift with a strong gust yet light enough that your fingers could drag through without resistance. Mikey was right, and you did like it a lot, even if you did initially think that it looked rather much like a wedding dress as opposed to one for a part; and you had to admit that you started looking forward to that party next week much more, should you still be here.

But now, even with Mikey fast asleep cuddled up in your arms just like the previous nights, you couldn’t quite fall asleep just yet, your mind preoccupied with the small, dimly lit screen of your phone. You had found it when your white-haired friend was out for his own shower, tucked away in one hidden corner of the room amidst the rest of the belongings you had arrived with in the future: school bag, umbrella, shoes and all. To your surprise, the network symbol held strong when you flipped it open for the first time in days, and you had no issues connecting back onto the same carrier you had used despite it having been an unknown number of years. Had Mikey also been maintaining this all this time?

Yet it was Baji’s number that stared back at you from the phone, his contact still seemingly active. Your finger hovered over the send button, a sudden sense of doubt settling on the base of your gut. What if- what if you were wrong? What if the number had already been transferred and you were just bothering them? Or worse, what if it was your number was the one that had been transferred and was instead the number of some criminal? And you got Baji in trouble?

The simple words dancing in the backlight of your screen now looked a lot more menacing than before. Maybe you shouldn’t, that nagging voice in the back of your head whispered, and your thumb shifted to hover on the tantalizing ‘delete’ button.

But then again, you reasoned, pushing that voice away as best you could, you would never find out if you didn’t send it. Perhaps you should include the name of your intended addressee, so all it would take would be a glance for the number’s new owner to know if it was a mistaken message - yes, you should do that indeed. What was the worst that could happen anyway, you consoled yourself, nimble fingers flying over the keypad; at most you will get a ‘wrong number’ or no response at all.

You squinted, looking over the screen again. Hi! Is this Baji Keisuke? This is - And there the cursor hovered as you reconsidered your decision. Mikey shifted in your arms with a whine, threatening to wake up and stir up a fuss if you didn’t choose soon. Finally mustering up the courage to add your name to the end, you hit send before you could regret your decision, shutting your phone with a distinctive click.

Quickly shelving the small phone back onto the empty side table, you made yourself comfortable, shifting slightly to bundle Mikey better in your arms and make sure that you didn’t wake with a dead arm once more; the night was already late, and you weren’t going to get an answer within the next few hours. No matter if Baji was still a delinquent, even he would be fast asleep by now.

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‎

Three long, miserable days and two nights it had been since any of them had last seen hide or hair of you, and the cold war twelve years in the past raged on at full steam, threatening to escalate into a full civil war with every passing hour. The divide between Mikey and Kazutora was only spreading to the rest of the gang, complete with rumors whirling about Kazutora looking to split and start a rival gang. It wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility the other four Toman founders had to admit, despite them failing to take a side yet - you really were the glue that held Toman together, and as much as Draken and Baji tried to reason with the two stubborn boys, there would come a time that they would have to turn against Kazutora, as much as that would break them, if you didn’t return soon.

The world for once seemed to sympathize with the poor mortals that inhabited the earth below it, overcast skies rumbling and mourning your absence. Everything just seemed that much desolate without you. But it was under an uneasy truce that the feuding boys met along the small side street near your school from which you vanished; Kauztora and Mikey all but staring the other down with unblinking empty eyes that held promises of pain and death, though their attention was quickly drawn away with the appearance of a masked, calculative Sanzu. Even before Mikey could demand what his former childhood bestfriend wanted, why Kazutora could question why he had summon them here at this godforsaken hour, the rustle of a plastic bag being pulled from the front pocket of his black Toman uniform pants. The sight of the onomori from the creation of the Tokyo Manji gang, the charm they had gifted to you to bless them with your constant presence, your bloodied charm; swinging innocently inside the plastic bag. “I found this just along the sidewalk here,” Sanzu explained to the jaw-dropped yet deadly silent founders, those pairs of predatory eyes all bearing down on him. “Yesterday night.”

If he hadn’t added those last two words, the Fifth Division Vice Captain was sure his head would already made an acquaintance with the ground. Or maybe he would have been dead. Maybe both even, given those glares sent forth by the two warring parties that stabbed at him.

One heartbeat, then two, and when Sanzu blinked - the bag was gone from his hand, wrestled away by Mikey, though the blond-haired boy wasn’t alone.

“You again,” hissed Kazutora, his fingers equally dug into the bag in an attempt to take your charm for himself. “You’re still trying to keep her for yourself.”

“And I could say the same for you,” Mikey retorted, eyes narrowing dangerously as his grip tightened. This was all they had of you, and this traitor wanted to keep it for himself? Unacceptable.

It was the plastic that gave way first under the might of both delinquents, tearing along the stressed middle, the onomori starting its journey towards the ground. All Mitsuya had the time to shout was “charm!”, and both pair of fingers moved to catch, brushing the purple cloth in an instant.

A sudden strong gust of wind almost rocketed all seven boys off their feet, rushing down the small side street as if a divine hurricane sent forth by an angered god. And only Sanzu instantly understood when from thin air you appeared, standing and blinking groggily at the herd of your stunned friends, wearing a set of evidently expensive silk pajamas that no one recognised. But you seemed a lot less surprised than them, stretching your arms above your head and letting slip a yawn before you began to speak. "Guys, I think I might have gone to the future," you mumbled.

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As the sun rose on the quiet Bonten headquarters, long after Ran, Rindo and Kakucho have left Sanzu to his thoughts alone in the infirmary, it was the anguished scream echoing down the corridors that wretched Bonten’s second-in-command from his uneasy rest. But he wasn’t alone, by the sounds of pounding footsteps that rushed down the corridor in the direction of Executive’s Row. In all the years they, the Bonten executives, had faithfully followed Mikey, the man had never once shown weakness, blank empty eyes always silently observing horrendous crimes committed in his name; yet there was no doubt. The furious, grieving, desperate cry, there was no mistaking who it came from, or what had happened. You had once more vanished from Mikey’s arms.

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Across a now bustling town, black-haired man stumbled out of bed despite the sun having long hung in the sky, smashing snooze on his way; those sleepy yellow eyes all but missing the new message that flashed across the lock screen of his new smartphone. And a few blocks away, Takemichi and Naoto stood determined outside a motorcycle shop, the shutters raised yet the interior still darkened.

“This is Draken’s shop?” Takemichi questioned once more, and Naoto confirmed. He had checked and double checked, and all the records pointed here. Given Ken Ryuguji was the only Toman founder outside of Sano Manjiro that Takemichi knew the full name off, and that he was alive in this time line, perhaps the former Toman Vice Captain would be able to shed some light on the twelve years that had passed - surely having been so close to you in the past, he would have kept his ear to the ground for any news on you or Mikey.

Takemichi took a deep breath, hand reaching for the door bell. “Then let’s do this.”

[maehemthemisfit]

❬ ✰❛ MASTERLIST ❀❜ ❱

› 〉 .ೃ had to make a list of all the yan!mikey (platonic) x reader x yan!sanzu (romantic) asks I get because I'm falling in love with them everyday : „ ↴

꒰⚘݄꒱₊ YANDERE CHRONICLES : ♡ ⤹ ぃ

ﾟ — ➴ Thank you anon for sending these

⊹₊ ⋆ BLURBS ꜜ

🗒 ❛ guardian angel ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► exposition based : looking out for mikey leads to sanzu having his eyes on you

🍓 ❛ wingman ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► toxic friend Mikey getting reminded of Emma and Draken when he sees you and yan Sanzu

🗒 ❛ hiding wounds ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► hiding wounds from mikey and sanzu is necessary, especially when sanzu is so eager to take care of you

🍓 ❛ marriage? uh... not really ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► Bonten timeline Mikey pressuring reader to marry Sanzu

🗒 ❛ just needed some air ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► reader using their connections as excuses to get away from mikey and sanzu

🍓 ❛ spilling the tea ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu loves telling mikey about the cute things you do, you tell koko what really happened and he takes pity on you

🗒 ❛ mikey fluff ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► as the title says :D

🍓 ❛ the good old days ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► times you used to play with mikey's hair

🗒 ❛ hug em too ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► hugging mikey in front of sanzu

🍓 ❛ shh... he's sleeping ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu wants a hug but you're carrying mikey (to avoid him)

🗒 ❛ koala bear ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► only you can carry mikey, and everyone wonders how your back isn't broken yet

🍓 ❛ lemme see ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Imagine Sanzu catches u crying and like he’s all like what’s wrong I’ll kill them but it’s HIM and ur like hahaha no I just stubbed my toe....."

🗒 ❛ too much? ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu gets the bright idea to come back drenched in blood just so you can clean and "pamper" him

🍓 ❛ sanzu started it! ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu and the haitanis has a fight over you and it causes an all out brawl, mikey happens to walk in

🗒 ❛ it's my turn ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Mikey, whether in KM or Bonten will probably have a time limit when Sanzu cuddles/hugs you"

🍓 ❛ excuses, excuses ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu using mikey as an excuse to get you away from others

🗒 ❛ benkei and waka for the rescue ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► Waka and Benkei walking up to you and giving you those old man ointment for back pain since you carry Mikey around everyday.

🍓 ❛ caretakers ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► oh great, you injured your leg. good thing mikey and sanzu is here to take care of you!

🗒 ❛ say ahh ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu feeding you soup but you didn’t open ur mouth and so he’s just pressing the spoon against ur lips like :) ?

🍓 ❛ hugging sanzu ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu trapping you in a hug

🗒 ❛ distraction ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "what do you think would happen if you caught sanzu hand mid way as it was about to attack a person who was in the wrong place in the wrong time of sanzus rage..."

🍓 ❛ can't stay mad ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► mikey and sanzu can't stay angry at you for a long time... they'll find a way to make it up to you

🗒 ❛ insecure? not on my watch ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "I can imagine that if you have really bad eating habits they changed once Mikey and Sanzu are around. Mikey'll have Sanzu make sure you're eating properly, Sanzu making all your favorites. And ofc they both comfort you when you feel insecure about yourself and your body :( "

🍓 ❛ handkerchief ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Imagine if you saw Kaku getting back to the KM base after Mikey assigned him to fight someone..."

🗒 ❛ (interaction) ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► Mae I really love the irony you wrote on your recent drabble <3 The one where you would do anything to keep Mikey's joy alive even it costs your life, when in reality you're the reason for his joy and your death is the last straw for him.

🍓 ❛ mixed feelings ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► You know how Brahman's other purpose is to bring Mikey back ? I'm pretty sure that Akashi and Draken has mixed feelings about you. You're from KM and you're loyal to Mikey which means that you're supporting Mikey to remain in that path, however you're the one taking care of Mikey like he's your family. The mixed feelings they have when they saw you buying food alone, and when the vendor asked about it you just said, "My boss can't really have breaks, so at least I want him to eat well"

🗒 ❛ not so bad ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► MAE, imagine Takemichi being shooketh when he saw how polite you were. He's going somewhere near a food stall only to saw an executive of KM aka you. So he hid in case you beat him up, only to hear you say this to the vendor saying how he's thankful to you for being a loyal customer, and you replied with, "I should be the thankful one. My boss really likes your cooking and he's eager to eat unlike before". Takemichi's speechless, a KM executive has better manners than most ppl he met!

🍓 ❛ til the very end ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Bc you mentioned a what if that involved you dying in the future, HERE I GO. Imagine if the reason for your death is..."

🗒 ❛ rest in chains ༉‧₊˚✧

╰►"I think the other reason why Mikey went batshit like you said (and my imagine that you die, although I have a similar one with a happy ending that I didn't tell you hehe) is because you..."

🍓 ❛ bittersweet ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Okay so imagine if you're an executive of a powerful gang and you befriended Mikey in the toman era..."

🗒 ❛ im fine! ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Mae so I read something about psychogenic fever aka fever due to stress, and I think that as KM reader grows older, her health's getting weaker. Especially the work stress from Bonten and also having to deal with two possessive men aka Mikey and Sanzu. You try your best to hide it from Bonten, you definitely don't want Mikey to start treating you like glass. "

🍓 ❛ overtime ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► you resort to working in secret whenever you're away from sanzu and mikey

🗒 ❛ bombastic side eye ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► just the haitanis giving sanzu the side eye because do he really think he could bag somebody like you??

🍓 ❛ evasive maneuvers ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► Sanzu's so good at finding you that you've developed a sixth sense to help avoid him

🗒 ❛ hotel room ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► when Bonten requires staying in a hotel you're off limits to Sanzu at night

🍓 ❛ prowerpoint ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► Sanzu's makes a powerpoint to convince mikey to let you stay in his hotel room

⊹₊ ⋆ ONESHOTS/IMAGINES/HEADCANONS ꜜ

🗒 ❛ ten minutes wouldn't hurt ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► delivering food for mikey and accidentally falling asleep in his office

🍓 ❛ stop movin ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Imagine if you ended up being a self taught medic bc you don't want Sanzu to treat you..."

🗒 ❛ only him ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► mikey doesn't like leaving you alone, so he has sanzu watch you

🍓 ❛ why aren't you with sanzu? ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Before Mikey starts supporting your relationship with Sanzu, buying snacks for you and Mikey was your way of avoiding yan Sanzu. It changed when Mikey started encouraging the relationship though. Imagine that you went back to the base with snacks, and after thanking you Mikey asked, "Why aren't you with Sanzu ?" "

🗒 ❛ insecure? not on my watch ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "I can imagine that if you have really bad eating habits they changed once Mikey and Sanzu are around. Mikey'll have Sanzu make sure you're eating properly, Sanzu making all your favorites. And ofc they both comfort you when you feel insecure about yourself and your body :( "

🍓 ❛ snack tour ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "During the earlier times of being in KM, you're quite distant with Mikey since he's very hard to talk to unless it's like gang business. However, you know other shortcuts to the base which has tons of street food stalls like dorayaki, taiyaki, crepes, etc so you ended up buying taiyaki for Mikey saying that you passed by multiple stalls otw to the base, might as well buy some. Both of you start bonding when you offer to take Mikey on a ✨street snacks tour✨. Just vibing with your boss."

🗒 ❛ mother hen ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Mikey following you around like a kitten especially in the office. You want to go out and buy food? Either it's him assigning someone bc you have to spend time with him and Sanzu, or him following you as well."

🍓 ❛ don't say nothin ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► Sanzu as always is taking his sweet time tending to your wounds and a member comments on it

🗒 ❛ play pretend ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Imagine you hearing Koko's name from Mikey's office when you came back from an assignment, and you overheard Sanzu saying that they should warn Koko about getting too close to you. You don't want Koko getting hurt, so you texted Koko before knocking on the door. The whole day you're the clinging to them, intending to distract them so that they wouldn't go for Koko."

🍓 ❛ lion's den ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "If toman Mikey couldn't sleep without the towel/blanket thing (it's in the manga), KM and Bonten Mikey most likely couldn't sleep without your KM coat or blazer. It's really difficult to persuade Mikey to give your coat or blazer back though..." how far would you go to get it back by any means? all you have to do is not wake up the lion.

🗒 ❛ political marriage ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► an allied gang of bonten let's their tongue slip and mentions how it'll be a wonderful idea for you to marry their leader or one of their executives. Mikey and Sanzu aren't too fond of the idea

⊹₊ ⋆ IN SEMI-ORDER ꜜ

guardian angel

wingman

hiding wounds

marriage? uh... not really

just needed some air

spilling the tea

mikey fluff

the good old days

hug em too

shh... he's sleeping

koala bear

lemme see

too much?

sanzu started it!

it's my turn

excuses, excuses

for the rescue

caretakers

say ahh

hugging sanzu

ten minutes wouldn't hurt

distraction

stop movin

only him

why aren't you with sanzu?

can't stay mad

insecure? not on my watch

snack tour

handkerchief

mixed feelings

not so bad

til the very end

rest in chains

bittersweet

I'm fine!

mother hen

overtime

don't say nothin

play pretend

bombastic side eye

evasive maneuvers

lion's den

hotel room

powerpoint

political marriage

⌢ : ♡ ⤹ ぃ ﾟ.

This is the majority of it! and all future scenarios related to this will go here ✨

[yandere-wishes]

⋆  ⋆ 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤//𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤 ⋆  ⋆

Yandere drabbles (not fics, but equally as sweet)

Just shorter yandere ideas that me and the anons have come up with. If you're not in the mood to read long format 'x reader' stories then these goodies are perfect for you! Feel free to add/further discuss any ideas you may have regarding these snippets. Full Masterlists Here and Here

💜General

Genie's clothing brand (Melancholy and Pitch)

Yandere x Reader X Platonic!Yandere

Marry Me

If evil why husband?

Why did you start writing Yandere?

The darling with no attention span

Is he mentally unhinged?

They're perfect!!

My favorite Disney prince

My spirit is in the 70's

And now I have become her

My two types

💋💋💋

Just say I love you!!

This one is for the hot girlies

My aesthetic

How I write a resume

Nostalgia

I chose violence

I need more...

I have QUESTIONS

Men...

Fav Authors

Transformers terminology

The sons of sand😍🤩😍🤩

Tanjiro moodboard

Literal "bloodbath"

💜Genshin impact

▹▹General 

Just a dream

▹▹ Wriothesley

Yandere Werewolf Wriothesley

Yandere Werewolf Wriothesley part 2

Wriothesley's cute housewife

Making out with Wriothesley

You're so perfect. You're so scary

Wriothesley's cheerleader

▹▹Neuvillette

Neuvillette and darling at a ball

▹▹Scaramouch

Fluffy Scaramouch

Scaramouche x Ballarina!Reader

💜Barbie

Kens w/ self-harming reader

Kens w/ a Barbie who liked them before

How to love a Ken

Ken w/ a reader who has intrusive thoughts

Ken kidnapping a human

KEN-cerning

Fate

💜Star Wars

▹▹General 

💞Mandalorians💞

Anakin Skywalker and Darth Maul sharing a darling

🥰Head Empty Just Them🥰

An idea (ft. Maul, Anakin and Baby Luke and Leia)

Spoiled sith lords

Domestic life with Darth Maul and Anakin Skywalker

Future Sith lords drabbles

Maul's robotic legs and Grievous' body

A random cheerleader Au (read the comments)

Star Wars Prequel Analysis

Kiss the Mask (Yandere! Sith Lords)

Ancient Sith Lords(Marka Ragnos and Tulak Hord)

▹▹Anakin Skywalker

Anakin falling for his Padawan

Ghostface Anakin

Ghostface! Anakin future ideas

▹▹Darth Maul

Darth Maul taking a Nightsister as his queen

Darth Maul origins

Extracts from Darth Maul's journal

Pain and Pleasure ft. Darth Maul

▹▹Obi Wan Kenobi

"I'm staying with Obi Wan"

▹▹General Grievous

Cyborg lovers unite

The Bride of Grievous

▹▹Boba Fett

Yandere! Boba Fett x reader (Ft. Fennec Shand)

▹▹Clones

Yandere Fives

The clones sharing their lover

▹▹Savage Opress

Yandere!Savage and nightsister darling

▹▹Luke Skywalker

Luke my prince 😍

▹▹Revan

General yandere Revan headcanons

Revan w/ an unwilling and willing darling

▹▹Sol

Sol repressing his emotions

💜Dune

▹▹General

Paul and Feyd being cousins

Feyd my babyboi!!

Chase scene

Emperor Paul Atreides

💜Twisted Wonderland

General

Leona Kingscholar vs Fellow Honest

Dorm Leaders as french expressions

▹▹Fellow Honest

Fellow Honest feeding his darling sweets

Fellow Honest and his Darling (first/initial take)

Fellow Honest buying his darling luxurious gifts

Fellow Honest and his foxy nature

💜Marvel

▹▹ Tony Stark (Ironman)

Do it for HIM!

▹▹ Miles Morales

The prowler and 42!Spidergirl

▹▹Megneto

Megneto my love

💜Important/social commentary

Iranians and the Occupation of Palestine

💜Tokyo Revengers

Bonten!Baji

💜Jujutsu Kaisen

How to get an obsession

💜Honkai Star Rail

Boothill x Housewife!Darling

Never disrupt Boothill's naptime

Yandere!Boothill x Nihility Reader

Yandere!Sunday feeding his darling ice cream

💜Marvel

Yandere! Bucky Barnes moodboard

💜Wuthering waves

Somehow, this blew up🤷🏽‍♀️