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izanacore · 3 months ago

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tokyo Revengers ran haitani - reader is also a bonten exec but they both hate each other until one saves the other and then they hit it off - fluff angst smut anything you’d prefer

“salvatore” | ran haitani x reader

mini-collection 𓂃⋆.˚

ticket #002

synopsis: forced to take the place of the yakuza couple she killed. y/n, a bonten executive, is stuck playing the perfect wife—with ran haitani, of all people. they can barely stand each other, yet as the lines blur between duty, they realize the real problem isn’t keeping up the illusion—it’s that it might not be an illusion at all.

characters: ran haitani, fem!reader, haruchiyo sanzu, manjiro “mikey” sano, hajime kokonoi

warnings: explicit content, enemies to lovers, smut (18+) with plot, mild angst, violence, blood, gunfights, assassination, fake marriage, sexual tension, near-death experience, strong language, yakuza politics

notes: bonten timeline! anon, i’m sorry if i went overboard with this one. i just love the concept, ok?? or maybe it’s just ran haitani? idk! <3

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part 1

ran and y/n were on a mission. but if you saw them right now, you’d think otherwise—pressed against the wall in a dark alley, lips locked in a heated kiss, bodies grinding together. ran’s hands roamed her body, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

y/n grunted, shoving him back.

“tsk. do you think i want this?” ran whispered, irritation lacing his voice.

“will you fucking slow down?” she snapped. “i don’t want your filthy marks on me.”

ran just smirked, biting his lip. “why not? makes it more convincing, don’t you think?”

y/n rolled her eyes. ran haitani. the person she despised most in bonten. and yet, here she was, stuck playing his lover.

of all the people mikey could’ve paired her with—kakucho, rindou, literally anyone else—hell, she would even take sanzu, but he just had to stick her with him.

“you two need to work this out. your personal hatred for each other is ruining bonten,” mikey said, tone sharp and final.

y/n scoffed, pushing back her chair as she shot to her feet. “there is no way in hell i’m doing this with him—”

mikey’s sharp gaze cut her off instantly. with a clenched jaw, she sank back into her seat.

“you can count on us, boss. right, y/n?” ran drawled from beside her, casually draping an arm over her shoulder.

she shoved it off without hesitation, standing up once more—this time to leave.

sanzu’s amused chuckle echoed in the room. “women…”

ran didn’t hesitate before following her out. “y/n!”

“just leave me alone, ran.” she didn’t stop, heading straight for her room. sharing a penthouse with the bonten executives was already suffocating—having to deal with him on top of it was unbearable.

but before she could slam the door shut, ran caught it, pushing his way inside.

y/n turned to him, her expression cold. “if this is just a joke to you, then don’t drag me into it.” her voice was quieter now, but there was no mistaking the weight behind it. “i already messed up the last mission. i don’t need mikey thinking i’m useless too.”

being the only woman in bonten meant y/n had to fight twice as hard to prove herself. she had no choice—this was the only life she had left.

bonten had saved her father once, covering up his crimes when he was drowning in debt. but y/n never knew what he was involved in, not until he died as one of bonten’s men. at first, she blamed them, convinced they had taken him from her. in her rage, she almost killed sanzu that night.

but mikey saw something in her. the way she handled a gun, the way she fought. her father had trained her to survive, and mikey decided her talent can’t go to waste. now, she was loyal to him.

but none of that mattered after what she did.

it was supposed to be a simple job—steal the key hidden in the necklace of a woman. that key led to a vault full of gold that once belonged to bonten. what y/n didn’t know was that the people she killed that night weren’t just some faceless targets. they were the yakuza couple—ghosts of the underworld. their identities were so well-guarded that not even their own members had ever laid eyes on them. no one had ever seen their faces, heard their real voices. all people knew was their power.

when rumors spread that the couple had been murdered, their guards locked down the mansion, believing their leaders were still alive. the only proof of identity? the key—and the woman wearing it.

y/n.

she had no choice but to step into the wife’s role. play the part, convince everyone. and to make it worse? she had to do it with ran haitani.

mikey had assigned him to the mission. retrieve the gold. maintain the illusion. avoid an all-out war between bonten and the yakuza faction that still swore loyalty to their “alive” leaders.

their world was a stage, and they played their roles flawlessly. the infamous yakuza couple—madly in love, reckless, shameless, untouchable. their obsession with each other was well-known, a twisted love story whispered in fear.

which meant one thing: ran and y/n had to act just as obsessed. public displays of affection, touching, teasing, pushing boundaries. and when people were watching? they had to make it look real.

so here they were, tangled in each other, hands wandering, lips bruising, lost in a kiss that was too heated for a back alley. too believable.

“uh, boss… i think we need to get out of here now,” one of the bodyguards muttered, shifting uncomfortably.

ran slowly turned his head, eyes dark and sharp.

the poor guy swallowed hard, stepping back.

then, just like that, ran’s expression shifted—a lazy, mocking grin curling on his lips. “you all know damn well how my wife gets when she isn’t satisfied.” his voice was smooth, but the threat was unmistakable. “so be good little guards and learn how to shut the fuck up.”

“y-yes, boss.”

ran turned back to y/n, eyes gleaming with amusement. “now, where were we, my beautiful wife?”

y/n’s glare could burn through steel. “you’re enjoying this way too much.”

“mmm,” ran hummed against her skin, trailing open-mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulder. “just love getting under your skin.”

y/n slid her arms around his neck, but this time, her grip was tight—just enough force to make him tense. she yanked him closer, enough to make him grunt, enough to feel the way his muscles twitched under her touch.

then she leaned in, voice dripping with fake sweetness. “enough is enough, my love. i’m very satisfied already. shall we continue this at home? wouldn’t want our guards to get an even better view when they see me getting railed by you.”

her voice was loud enough for the bodyguards to hear. loud enough to make them stiffen in place.

ran exhaled sharply, amusement flickering in his gaze. then he chuckled, low and entertained. “as you wish, baby.”

when they finally arrived at the yakuza couple’s mansion, they wasted no time settling into the master bedroom. y/n sat on the edge of the table, legs crossed, while ran loomed over her, eyes gleaming with amusement.

“so, what’s the plan, mrs. haitani?” ran drawled.

y/n scoffed. “fuck off.”

as she shifted slightly, the high slit of her dress parted, exposing more of her thighs. ran’s gaze flickered downward. he wasn’t blind—he was still a man, and y/n was undeniably attractive. and if there was one thing better than a beautiful woman, it was a beautiful woman who hated his guts. ruining her would be fun.

ran didn’t actually hate y/n. but god, she made it easy to annoy her.

she was obsessed with proving herself, like bonten would crumble if she let up for even a second. but she already had mikey’s trust, sanzu’s respect—hell, even kakucho acknowledged her skills.

so what was she still fighting for?

maybe that’s why ran loved messing with her. beneath all that pride and obsession with proving herself, she was just as reckless and unhinged as the rest of them—she just refused to admit it.

“why don’t we pick up where we left off?” ran mused, leaning in, his lips dangerously close to hers.

y/n turned her face away just before he could close the distance. “get off me, haitani,” she said coldly.

ran chuckled, unfazed, and took a seat beside her. “y’know, in our line of work, you should really learn how to let off some steam.”

y/n shot him a glare as she stood up. “i’d rather kill myself than touch your dick.”

ignoring him, she strode over to the table, focusing on the blueprint laid out before her. it detailed the mansion’s layout, highlighting the safest route to the basement vault. her men would be the ones retrieving the gold—she just had to make sure nothing went wrong.

behind her, ran lit a cigarette, exhaling a slow stream of smoke before offering her one. she took it between her lips, waiting as he flicked his lighter again, the small flame illuminating his smirk.

“so, what now, mrs. haitani?” he murmured.

y/n shot him a glare before blowing a puff of smoke right into his face. “will you drop that nickname?”

“why should i?” ran teased. “you’re literally my wife.”

she flipped him off before turning back to the blueprint.

finally, she got to business, explaining the plan while ran listened, cigarette dangling lazily from his lips.

the plan was in motion.

y/n unlocked the door to the basement vault, eyes widening at the sight before her. holy shit.

“woah. this is bonten’s?! sick!!” ran whistled, hands on his pockets like he owned the place.

after what felt like forever sneaking the gold out through the underground tunnels, a sudden knock on the door made them both freeze.

fuck.

“ma’am, sir, your dinner is here. we’ll just bring it in and place it on the table.”

y/n’s head snapped to ran. “did you lock the door?”

ran blinked. “…shit.”

pure panic. there was no time. no excuse. nothing—except—

“moan,” ran hissed.

“what?!”

“just moan, y/n!!” he whisper-shouted.

“ugh…” her face scrunched in confusion, but she did it anyway.

“louder.”

“fuck… ugh…”

“yes… baby, just like that.”

they both moaned, playing up the act.

y/n’s men exchanged glances, eyeing the two of them weirdly.

the door, which had started to open, immediately slammed shut.

“s-so sorry, boss!! we’ll just leave your dinner to the main table and—uh—give you two some privacy!”

y/n and ran rushed to lock the door before bursting into laughter.

“what the fuck just happened?” y/n wheezed.

“no clue, but that was fucking hilarious,” ran grinned, still breathless.

they stared at each other, laughter dying down until y/n cleared her throat, straightened up, and walked off like nothing happened. ran just smirked, watching her go.

and after what felt like an eternity, all the gold was safely out, retrieved by bonten.

mission fucking accomplished.

y/n’s phone suddenly rang, cutting through the silence. she glanced at the screen—mikey.

“yes, boss?”

“don’t think your mission is over yet. you two need to lay low for a while. after that, you’ll both disappear without a trace—the yakuza couple was supposed to stay hidden anyway. good work, y/n. you proved yourself again.”

a small smile tugged at her lips. “thanks, boss.” the call ended.

“who was that?” ran asked, tilting his head.

“mikey.”

“what did he want?”

“he said we have to keep up the act for a while, then we can finally ‘disappear’.”

ran smirked, tilting his head. “so you’re telling me i get to keep calling you my wife a little longer? damn, y/n, if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you’re just looking for an excuse to stay with me.”

y/n just rolled her eyes, too exhausted to come up with a comeback.

ran took y/n’s hand, ready to leave. “let’s go.”

but just as he stepped forward, y/n suddenly tugged him back. before he could question it, she reached for his shirt and effortlessly unbuttoned the top three buttons.

his brow lifted. “woah, y/n. if you wanna fuck, you could’ve just said so.”

“shut up. we’re supposed to look like we were fucking, remember? now, play the part.”

ran grinned. “or—and hear me out—we could just do it for real. no need to pretend.”

y/n gave him a deadpan look. “i’ll kill you.”

before he could retort, she tousled her own hair slightly, making it look messier. satisfied, she took ran’s hand and led him out.

they made their way to dinner, playing their roles perfectly, before heading straight to their room for the night.

they got ready for bed, and ran was already sprawled out on the mattress—shirtless.

y/n crossed her arms, unimpressed. “what the fuck are you doing?”

ran barely glanced at her. “going to sleep?”

“you’re not sleeping there.”

he raised a brow. “you don’t get to decide that.” then, turning his back to her, he added with a smirk, “either you sleep here with me or on the sofa—uncomfortably. your choice.”

y/n huffed. “fine.”

stubbornly, she curled up on the couch. or, at least, she tried to sleep. but no matter how much she shifted, the cushions were too stiff, and the cold air nipped at her skin. after what felt like an eternity, she finally gave in, slipping into bed as quietly as possible. not because she cared about waking ran—she couldn’t care less. she just didn’t want him to know he won.

“took you long enough.”

she froze.

“shut up,” y/n muttered, facing away. “couldn’t sleep there.”

ran chuckled, clearly amused. she ignored him, shutting her eyes, but before she could even think about sleep, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into a warm, solid chest.

“get off me, haitani!” she hissed, squirming. but ran didn’t budge. he was stronger. instead, he just held her tighter.

“shhh. what kind of husband would i be if i didn’t cuddle my wife?”

“fuck you, ran.”

“oh? do you want to?” his fingers teasingly skimmed her waist.

y/n stiffened, about to snap at him, when he let out a low chuckle. “kidding. i’m not gonna force you to do something you don’t want.” then, more serious, “but for fuck’s sake, stop moving. i need to sleep.”

“maybe if you got your filthy hands off me, i could lie down peacefully.”

“don’t want to. i like seeing you mad.”

she huffed, debating whether it was worth the struggle. probably not. ran wasn’t letting go anytime soon. and, maybe—just maybe—it wasn’t that bad. his warmth, the way his breath fanned against her neck, how naturally her body fit against his…

y/n’s face burned.

but she let herself relax, just a little. just for tonight. it’s not like she had a choice anyway… right?

the next morning was… well, different.

ran was sprawled out on his back, one arm thrown over y/n, while she was comfortably nestled against his chest—like some picture-perfect married couple.

except they weren’t a married couple.

and y/n was about to be violently reminded of that fact.

a sudden flash. then another. and before her brain could fully register what was happening, a click.

her eyes shot open.

the first thing she saw? a fucking phone.

the second? sanzu standing at the foot of the bed, grinning like a maniac.

y/n screamed. loudly. she shoved ran off of her so hard he groaned.

“WHAT THE FUCK—”

“morning, lovebirds,” sanzu greeted, waving his phone.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?! HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN?!”

“damn, your security is tight,” sanzu whistled. “so hard to convince them i’m ‘friends’—” (he even air-quoted it) ”—with the infamous yakuza couple.”

“THAT DOESN’T EXPLAIN WHY YOU’RE TAKING PICTURES OF US!”

“boss wanted an update. had to send proof you two were still alive.”

y/n’s eye twitched. “DELETE. IT.”

“too late.” sanzu smirked, shoving his phone in her face. “already sent it to the group chat.”

y/n let out another scream and chucked a pillow at him. “GET OUT!”

sanzu dodged it with a laugh. “didn’t know your kink was hate sex.”

“GET. OUT!!”

“alright, alright! no need to scream, jesus.” sanzu rolled his eyes as y/n practically shoved him out, slamming and locking the door behind him.

she exhaled sharply, pressing her back against the door. then she looked down.

…only in her bra and panties.

fuck.

her eyes widened in horror as realization hit—she must’ve stripped in her sleep. a habit she had when it got too hot. and she’d completely forgotten ran was in bed with her.

so that’s why sanzu assumed they fucked.

before she could spiral further, ran—who had been silently watching this entire shitshow—finally spoke.

“good morning, sexy.”

y/n whipped her head toward him.

he was smirking. biting his lip. ogling at her with zero shame.

she grabbed the nearest piece of clothing off the floor, yanked it over herself, and bolted for the bathroom.

behind her, ran just chuckled.

the day had passed quicker than expected, and now it was already afternoon. y/n was curled up in bed, buried under layers of pajamas and a hoodie—the complete opposite of how she’d started the morning.

“seriously? you’re just gonna rot in here all day?” ran’s irritated voice cut through the room.

y/n didn’t bother responding, too focused on munching her chips and watching tv, treating him like he was nothing more than a ghost.

ran exhaled sharply before snatching the remote and shutting the tv off.

y/n rolled her eyes. “what the fuck is your problem?” she tried to keep her voice steady, but the irritation bled through.

“what’s my problem?” ran scoffed. “you’re sitting here all day like you’re not in the middle of a fucking mission!”

“can’t i have one day off?”

“no, you can’t!” ran shot back, arms crossing over his chest. “weren’t you the one who said this couple is supposed to be obsessed with each other? because right now, you’re doing a shitty job of proving it.”

y/n let out a dry laugh. “oh? what do you want me to do? suck you off in front of everyone?”

y/n shouldn’t have said that—because the next thing they knew, they were already tangled in each other, mouths colliding in a desperate, feverish kiss. y/n’s clothes were long discarded, leaving her in nothing but a lace bra and panties, her body pressed against ran’s as if she was trying to crawl under his skin.

their kisses were messy, hungry—like they’d been starving for this, for each other, for far too long. ran’s lips trailed down her neck, licking and sucking until he was sure to leave marks. y/n was just as desperate, hands roaming his body, nails scraping lightly down his chest before slipping lower.

her fingers ghosted over his cock through his pants, and ran let out a breathy chuckle against her throat. “thought you didn’t wanna touch my dick?”

instead of answering, y/n shoved him back, straddling his lap as she crashed her lips onto his again. one hand braced against his shoulder while the other worked his belt open with practiced ease. once it was undone, she gave it a sharp tug. ran lifted his hips just enough for her to yank it halfway down, exposing the growing bulge beneath his boxers.

she didn’t waste time. wrapping her fingers around him, she pumped his cock, slow and deliberate, her lips finding his neck again. ran groaned, his breath hitching as her thumb teased his slit.

“fuck, y/n…” he exhaled shakily, head tipping back. “didn’t know you were this filthy…”

she covered his mouth with her palm, silencing him with a teasing smirk. “shhh… just wanna make my husband feel good.”

her fingers made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, pushing the fabric aside. she trailed kisses down his chest, across the ink on his ribs, lower and lower—until she was kneeling between his legs, face inches from his throbbing cock.

ran watched with hooded eyes as she licked from the base to the tip, agonizingly slow, her gaze locked onto his. his jaw clenched, hands instinctively reaching for her hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail.

“shit—” his voice broke when she finally took him into her mouth, sucking him in inch by inch. ran cursed under his breath, head falling back, fingers tightening in her hair as he fought the urge to thrust into her throat.

but restraint was never his strong suit.

his hips jerked, pushing deeper, and y/n gagged around him, eyes watering as she tried to take it all. ran groaned, watching her struggle, watching her take it anyway.

“fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good,” he rasped, rolling his hips again.

tears pricked at y/n’s eyes, but she didn’t stop—didn’t even think about pulling away. the sight alone was enough to drive ran insane, his grip tightening as he forced himself deeper, relishing the way she took it, the way her nails dug into his thighs.

but just when he was teetering on the edge, he yanked her off, squeezing her cheeks before crashing his lips onto hers, swallowing the desperate moan she let out.

“waited so long to ruin you…”

ran’s voice was low, dripping with something dark as he manhandled y/n onto all fours. one hand pressed against the small of her back, keeping her in place, while the other wrapped around the base of his cock.

he didn’t waste time. spitting directly onto her slick folds, he used the tip of his cock to smear it over her entrance, teasing her with slow strokes.

“fuck… should’ve fucked this pussy a long time ago,” he groaned before sinking into her in one brutal thrust.

y/n’s breath hitched, fingers twisting into the sheets as ran buried himself to the hilt. he started moving immediately, both hands gripping her shoulders as he fucked into her, dragging her back onto his cock with every snap of his hips.

“is that… is that all you got, haitani?” y/n forced out, voice laced with mockery even as her body trembled beneath him. she knew exactly how to get under his skin, and ran hated it.

his grip tightened. “don’t test me, y/n… unless you wanna be crawling out of here tomorrow.”

she let out a breathy chuckle. “should’ve just fingered myself—”

ran shoved her face down into the mattress before she could finish. his palm flattened against the back of her head, pinning her down as he railed her. his pace turned punishing, each thrust knocking the air from her lungs, his cock stretching her so perfectly it had her vision blurring.

“jesus—slow down, ran…!”

he didn’t. didn’t even hear her.

he was too focused on the way her pussy gripped him, too lost in the way her body took everything he gave like she was made for this.

y/n tried to speak, to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t form. only broken moans and desperate cries left her lips, her mind going completely blank as he fucked her into oblivion.

the sounds of skin slapping, the wet, obscene noises of their bodies colliding, and her shameless moans echoed through the mansion. she didn’t care. couldn’t care. all she could think about was him—the way his cock dragged against her walls, the way his grip was bruising, the way he felt so fucking good inside her.

just when she thought she might lose herself completely, ran suddenly pulled out. before she could even register the emptiness, he flipped her onto her back, pressing her into the mattress with his weight.

his gaze was locked onto her as he leaned down, tongue dragging slowly over the bonten tattoo inked between her breasts.

y/n let out a shaky whimper, her whole body shuddering beneath him.

ran smirked against her skin. “what happened, baby?” he cooed, voice dripping with amusement. “all that attitude, and now you’re just lying here, letting me have my way with you?”

his fingers trailed down her stomach, teasing her entrance, feeling how drenched she was.

“you hate me, right?” he taunted, slipping two fingers inside with ease. “so why’s your pussy so fucking wet for me?”

without warning, ran slammed back into her, knocking the breath from her lungs as he caged her beneath him. his arms braced on either side of her head, trapping her as he set a brutal pace, fucking into her with the same unrelenting force as before.

his face was buried in the crook of her neck, breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “not so tough now, eh?”

y/n barely managed a glare, biting back a moan as she spat, “shut up and just fuck me.”

ran only chuckled, amused by her defiance—because he knew she was losing it, her body betraying her even as she tried to act unbothered.

grinning, he shifted his weight, grabbing the backs of her thighs and folding her legs against her chest. the new angle had her gasping, his cock hitting even deeper, making her entire body tremble beneath him.

“let’s see who’s gonna cum first,” he taunted, watching her face twist in pleasure.

“no…” y/n turned her head, hiding her face behind her arms, embarrassed by how quickly she was unraveling.

ran loved it. loved how she had so much fucking attitude, yet here she was, taking everything he gave like she was made for it. watching her fall apart beneath him, so submissive, so fucking ruined—it was heaven-sent.

“ran… i can’t—” she whimpered, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes as her body tensed, overwhelmed by pleasure.

ran cupped her cheek, forcing her to look at him before slipping his thumb between her parted lips.

“oh, you can, baby,” he cooed, watching as she instinctively sucked. “you’re so fucking good to me. clenching around my cock like you don’t want me to leave.”

he pulled his thumb free, dragging it down her swollen lips before tapping it against her clit. her whole body jolted, another broken moan spilling from her mouth.

“that’s it, baby,” he groaned, snapping his hips harder. “take it. you wanted me to fuck you? then fucking take it.”

y/n was gone, unable to think, unable to form words—all she could do was take him, let him fuck her raw, let him use her like he had every right to.

ran grinned down at her, eyes gleaming. “not talking back now, huh?” he teased, punctuating his words with sharp thrusts. “where’s all that attitude, princess? too busy getting fucked stupid?”

he could feel it—her walls fluttering, her thighs trembling, the way her breath hitched like she was right on the edge.

“go on, baby,” he groaned. “cum on my cock.”

her body obeyed before her mind could catch up. a cry tore from her throat as she came hard, body convulsing beneath him. ran groaned at the way she clenched around him, his thrusts growing sloppy.

pulling out at the last second, he fisted his cock, stroking himself fast as he hovered over her. y/n barely had time to catch her breath before the first hot spurt of his cum painted her chest, dripping between her breasts.

ran exhaled a shaky breath, watching the mess he made of her, eyes dark with satisfaction.

“fuck,” he muttered, smearing some of it over her nipple with his cock.

y/n gave him a tired glare. “you’re disgusting.”

ran just smirked, tapping her chin with his cock.

“and you love it.”

ran wiped his release off y/n’s skin with a cloth he grabbed from the nightstand, slow and deliberate, before tossing it aside. then, without a word, he rolled onto his back beside her, breath still uneven. y/n lay staring at the ceiling, mirroring his position. the heat between them still lingered in the air, thick and unshaken.

“so… what now?” ran murmured.

“dunno. still hate your guts, though.”

“same.”

silence. heavy. loaded.

then, y/n exhaled, voice firm. “we should never do this again.”

ran nodded once. “right. this is only a one-time thing.”

except—it wasn’t.

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missmadella · 2 months ago

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Bonten's Heart (Bonten x Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But then, the footsteps grew closer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks," you muttered quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You grinned. "Deal."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then—an explosion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The first thing you felt, though, was warmth.

Someone was there. Sitting quietly at your bedside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Next was Kakucho.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Koko stood in the doorway, frozen.

He looked... wrecked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A soft, lingering kiss, full of forgiveness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rindou wasn’t far behind.

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

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

Kakucho was even worse.

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

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

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

Koko had turned into a walking checklist.

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

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

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

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

Sanzu took a different approach.

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

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

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

Instead... he watched.

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

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

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

He was terrified.

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

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

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

But you noticed. Of course you did.

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

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

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

His shoulders sagged — just a little — with relief.

But he still didn’t step inside.

Not yet.

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

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

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

Watching. Silent. Still not coming close.

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

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

You walked — slow but determined — straight toward Mikey.

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

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

You gave him a small, reassuring smile.

And finally — finally — Mikey moved.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fine, fine. Line up, boys."

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

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

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

Ran was first, of course.

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

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

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

Rindou came next, grumbling under his breath.

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

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

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

Kakucho approached with that quiet, steady presence of his.

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

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

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

Sanzu swaggered up next, grinning wide.

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

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

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

And then... there was Koko.

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

he moved first.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You cupped his face gently, smiling up at him.

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

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

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

Family.

Your heart felt so full you thought it might burst.

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

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

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

And you loved them all equally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was about admiring you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Around you, the others stood like silent shadows.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled faintly in your sleep.

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

And Bonten would make sure it stayed that way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were theirs — and they were yours.

Forever.

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A Few Weeks Later

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

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

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

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

The room froze for a second.

You blinked. "Wait. What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sanzu groaned and tossed a pillow at him.

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

You were Bonten's heart now.

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

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ageingfangirl2 · 1 month ago

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Ran's Little Waitress (Tokyo Revengers - Bonten)

RAN HAITANI X FEMALE READER

CHAPTER FOUR: NO ONE TOUCHES BONTEN'S PROPERTY

ONE TWO THREE FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE

You couldn’t wait to get home, shower and jump into bed. They were your only goals when you left the club. You with your head down, bag slung over one shoulder, your heels swapped for sneakers. The streets are quiet. You’re tired, sore, but content—until the sound of footsteps behind you makes her chest tighten.

You glance back. It’s him. The VIP. The one who got dragged out by security. The one who cursed your name under his breath as he was escorted out.

Now he’s grinning like none of that happened, ‘I didn’t appreciate what you pulled tonight,’ he says, stepping closer, ‘you embarrassed me in front of everyone. You think you're special just 'cause you smile pretty at the bosses?’

Your heart pounds. You step back. ‘I—I don’t want any trouble. Just leave me alone.’

But he doesn’t. He grabs you by the arm hard enough to bruise, and yanks you close, ‘You are trouble, sweetheart.’

Then his fist comes down. Hard. The punch lands across your face—sharp, jarring pain. You stumble and hit the pavement, tasting blood, vision blurring. Your eye is already swelling, and your nose is possibly broken.

You try to crawl away, shaking, ‘Please…stop…’

‘Should’ve kept your mouth shut,’ he growls, lifting his hand again.

‘Should’ve minded your own business,’ a cold voice interrupts.

The man turns.

Mikey stands at the mouth of the alley. No sound of footsteps, no warning. Just him—expression unreadable, black eyes empty as the night.

‘…Who the hell are you?’ the man spits.

Mikey doesn’t answer. He walks forward slowly. Unbothered. Calm. And then he moves. A single blow to the kneecap—snap. The man screams, crumples. Mikey grabs him by the collar, dragging him up only to slam him back against the brick wall, eyes burning with something that’s not rage—it’s judgment.

‘You laid a hand on someone under our roof,’ Mikey says, voice a flat whisper.

‘N-no—wait, I didn’t know she was—!’

Mikey doesn’t wait. He hits him again. And again. And again. The sound of fists on flesh fills the alley until the man is sobbing and limp on the ground. Mikey stands over him, breathing steadily.

‘She’s one of ours now,’ he says flatly, ‘next time you even think about her, I’ll let Sanzu play with what’s left of you.’

He turns to you, crumpled, shaking, blood on your lips. He kneels next to you, gaze strangely soft in the dark.

‘Can you walk?’ he asks calmly

You nod, barely.

He offers his arm, ‘come on. I’ll take you home.’

The alley behind them was silent now. Mikey helped you into the passenger seat of a sleek black car parked just around the corner. You held a tissue to your nose, dabbing at the blood, one eye already darkening with a bruise. But your hands had stopped shaking.

Mikey pulled away from the curb with one hand on the wheel, the other resting near the gear shift, calm as ever. The city lights flickered across his face in waves, painting him in golds and shadows.

The silence stretched for a few blocks before you broke it, ‘…You didn’t have to do that,’ you say softly, voice still hoarse, ‘but…thank you.’

Mikey didn’t respond right away. His eyes stayed on the road.

You glance over at him, ‘Are you gonna get in trouble? For what you did to him?’

That earned you a slow blink and a rare flicker of confusion from Mikey, ‘Trouble?’ he echoed.

You nod, still holding the tissue gently to her nose, ‘he looked like the type to sue people, or run crying to someone important. You work at the club too, right? They might blame you.’

Mikey’s lips curved—just barely. A strange kind of smile, like he wasn’t used to anyone thinking he could get in trouble for anything.

‘No one’s gonna blame me,’ he said quietly, ‘not at that club.’

You frown a little, trying to read him, ‘…Why not?’

He glanced at you finally, one hand still casually resting on the wheel, ‘because I own it.’

You blink, ‘you—?’ your eyes widened slightly, ‘I thought—Ran was the boss.’

‘He’s a boss,’ Mikey said, ‘I’m the boss.’

The weight of that sank in slowly. You stare at him for a moment longer, then look down, digesting the revelation. Your breath hitched, but not out of fear.

‘…You didn’t have to step in,’ you say again, quieter this time, ‘but I’m really glad you did.’

Mikey turned his gaze back to the road, ‘You’re not scared of me,’ he said. Not a question. More like… curiosity.

You look at him again, bruised but unflinching, ‘you didn’t scare me.’

Mikey was quiet for a long time. Eventually, he pulled to a stop in front of your building even though you hadn’t told him where you lived, ‘you live here?’ he asked.

You nod, ‘yeah. I’ll be okay from here.’

He didn’t move right away. Just stared through the windshield. Then, softly, he said, ‘Text Ran when you get inside. Let him know you’re okay.’

Your eyes widened again, ‘You think he’ll care?’

This time, Mikey smirked—just a little, ‘he will.’

You smile faintly, reaching for the door, ‘Thank you, boss.’

Mikey watched her go. And for once… he didn’t feel like a monster for what he did.

The apartment door clicks shut behind you, and for the first time in hours, you feel like you can breathe. The weight of everything—the humiliation, the punch, the blood—slowly starts to hit you all at once.

You stand in the hallway for a moment, just catching your breath. The adrenaline is wearing off, and the aches in your body are starting to surface. Your knees sting, the scrape on them deep and angry. The tissue you’d pressed to your nose is already soaked through with blood.

With a shaky sigh, you head for the bathroom. You flick the light on, and the sharp, fluorescent glow makes you flinch. You stare at your reflection in the mirror—your face is a mess.

Your right eye is already starting to swell, turning a deep, purpling shade, and your nose is tender to the touch, with blood still seeping from it. You press a fresh tissue to your nose, trying to stem the flow as you inspect the damage. Your knees are scraped up, too, blood oozing where you’d hit the pavement.

You don’t even recognise yourself. This isn’t you. But it is. You don’t have time to break down yet. Not now. There’s still a job to do. You pull your phone from your pocket, trembling just a little as you type out a message to Ran.

To: Ran Haitani

I’m sorry to ask this, but could I have a few days off? I’m not feeling well and need time to recover. I’ll be back as soon as I can.

You hit send, staring at the screen for a beat, waiting for his response. Nothing.

You huff a shaky breath, then glance back at yourself in the mirror. Tears start to sting behind your eyes, but you blink them back quickly, determined not to cry. You’ve done it before—survived on your own. You just need to get through tonight.

A soft knock on the door interrupts your thoughts.

You frown, ‘Who the hell—?’

Your neighbour. The one who lives two doors down. She’s a nurse, always keeping to herself but friendly when their paths cross. You’ve seen her around the building often enough.

You open the front door, and the nurse is standing there, a concerned look on her face.

‘I saw you coming out of the lift,’ she says, voice quiet but warm, ‘I know it’s late, but I figured you might need someone who knows what they’re doing. Can I help?’

You open your mouth, about to protest that you’re fine, but then you remember—your nose hurts, your knees are raw, and your face feels like it might explode.

‘…Yeah. I could use some help.’

The nurse steps inside without waiting for an invitation, already putting on gloves, ‘let’s get a look at that nose, yeah? You might’ve broken it.’

The nurse gently inspects your face, the tenderness of the situation not lost on her. You wince when she touches, but the nurse is gentle, careful with you.

‘Well, you’ve got a black eye forming,’ the nurse mutters, her eyes scanning the swollen flesh. ‘Nose isn’t broken, thank goodness. But you’ll want to ice it, or you’ll be dealing with a lot of pain tomorrow.’

She moves to your knees, inspecting the scrapes there. You wince at the touch, still feeling the sting from earlier.

‘You took a pretty hard fall,’ the nurse comments, ‘nothing too deep, but you’ll need to clean these up to avoid infection.’

‘Thanks,’ you mutter quietly, unsure what else to say. The nurse’s presence is a small comfort, but it’s not enough to chase away the overwhelming feeling of vulnerability that still lingers.

After a moment, the nurse steps back, giving you a small, understanding smile, ‘Don’t hesitate to knock if you need anything else,’ she says softly, ‘you should rest tonight. Don’t go back to work too soon. Take care of yourself first.’

You manage a weak smile, ‘Thanks. I will.’

The nurse gives you a final nod before turning to leave.

As the door clicks shut behind her, you stand there for a moment, the quiet of the apartment settling in. You look down at your phone again, hoping for a message from Ran, but it’s still empty.

You exhale slowly, sinking onto the couch, curling up in a ball with your knees pressed to your chest. All you want to do is cry. But you’re stronger than that. You’ve always been strong. But tonight…you feel small.

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izunx · 1 year ago

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HEY THANK YOU SM FOR DOING MY REQUEST!! can I request for part 2 please??? It's too cute!! Thank you!!

Tenjiku Rindou x introvert reader PART 2

he confesses his feelings !

no warnings.

{part 1} -> you don’t have to read part 1 but it’s just as good give it a read NOW

“hey rinnie” you stared up at rindou as you were sat on the swing with your ice cream.

“yep” rindou stood by the swings, leaning against the post in his Tenjiku uniform, hands in his pocket.

this wasn’t unusual for you and rindou. it’s been about 5 months now that you both would spend your free time in each others companies. he would walk you home and take you on small ‘dates’ despite your wish to stay at home.

and on those days you really did want to stay home, he’d accompany you. helping around the house even and entertaining your younger siblings.

“you think I can meet ran?”

…

“that’s a funny joke y/n”

“it wasn’t a joke, I wanna meet ran”

rindou rubbed his temple and just sighed.

“why do you want to meet a man child?”

“that’s not nice rin.”

he side eyed you but decided it was about time you guys probably .. bonded.

“alright alright, only because it’s you”

the next day, rindou was sat in the garage with ran who was grinning uncontrollably.

“remember what I told you ran.”

“hey hey relax there, what am I gonna do? bite her?”

“you never know with your animalistic tendencies”

ran flicked his brother’s head.

at that moment, y/n peeked into the garage. your hair was done neatly and you were in a sundress with a plastic bag full of desserts in your hand.

too scared to speak first, you stood there meekly with a frown on your face.

ran simply stared at your face, he’s seen your pictures and has heard about your character but he didn’t expect you to actually be this to anti-social but you were exceptionally beautiful.

rindou understood how you felt and came up to you immediately, rubbing your back in comfort.

“hey y/n, you alright?”

“yep.” you simply said, your head turned away from ran who was sat opposite you both.

“ran’d over there”

you knew this was your idea and you knew that morning took everything in you to even step out your house but you really didn’t expect it to be this overwhelming.

you walked towards ran putting the bag besides him and bowing your head politely.

“heyy, pretty thing”

rindou wasn’t slow to thwack his brother behind his head. aggressively mouthing the words ‘what did I say?’

ran awkwardly laugh and the silence that followed after was suffocating.

“I’m just gonna go get something for us to drink” ran grinned and left in a hurry.

you let out a sigh of relief,

“I think he got embarrassed”

“that’s unusual for him, he’s usually good talking to girls”

you got insecure about that.

“am I weird to him? does he not like me?”

rin’s eyes widened at this, he knew you weren’t that confident about yourself, it was the very reason you didn’t go out much in the first place.

“don’t be silly, you’re gorgeous you know” he mumbled the last part.

he could see your ears redden, but you didn’t say anything.

“hey, i’m being serious about that,”

you sat down on the bench and you were about to explode.

“you can’t say that when you’re here though,” you sighed out unbearably quiet.

“hahh? say that again” rindou unable to hear, sat down next to you leaning his head in to yours.

this didn’t help your reddening face.

“ugh shut up” you pushed his cheek away and continued to look down.

“hey hey what’s wrong with you? don’t be upset because of that man child, I knew it was a bad idea to introduce you to him”

you looked at him solemnly and leaned your head on his shoulder.

it was like you both were matching red faces.

“sorry about him, he probably just didn’t know what to do with himself in front of you, cos you’re sweet and all”

“you really think that?”

“yeah, trust me”

rindou thought on ran’s words from earlier.

ran was being extremely obnoxious, pestering rindou about you persistently.

“rinrin if you don’t confess to her soon, I swear I’ll swoop in and make sure you never ever get a chance ever again”

“it’s embarrassing”

“to tell a girl you like her? WIMP”

“i’m not like you.”

“what’s that meant to mean?”

“stinking womaniser”

“HEY”

should he really do it?

“hey rinnie, do you like anyone?”

‘well then.’ he could only think.

“do you?”

“hey I asked you first” you grumbled.

“well yeah I guess I do.”

it was silent for a moment -

“who?”

…

“rinnie I asked you who?”

“you” he sighed, “I like you.”

you lifted your head and just stared at him.

“are you breathing..”

you hugged him tight.

“is that an ‘I like you too’” he was quick to hold you the same.

“of course it is” you pushed his chest.

he stared into your face for a bit, and pecked your lips.

a subtle, short first kiss. but it was overcome with an incredible amount of fluster.

you guys were like highschool kids, experiencing first time romance.

you went back in for a longer, more desperate kiss. he held your head like you were a fragile doll. and likewise you held his face with a gentleness rindou couldn’t get elsewhere.

you lied your head on his shoulder again, in silence.

“i’ll make sure to ask you out more… romantically next time,”

“don’t sweat it lover boy.”

he flicked your head but laughed

“hey, what happened to ran?”

rindou’s phone buzzed at the moment and when he opened his phone, he was met with an extremely stupid text.

‘i just took the most diabolical shit rn not a joke, i’ll come back to u 2 in like 10 mins, don’t miss me too much ;)’

“yeah.. I think I know where” rindou could only look down in disgust and you giggled.

“at least he gave us two time,”

you flashed him a greedy smirk.

“it’s always you quiet girls..”

but rindou was quick to crash his lips onto yours.

sorry it took so long my lovelies but i have delivered. NOT PROOFREAD

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evergone · 1 year ago

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Star-Crossed Lovers

Rindou Haitani x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (Allusions to sex, drinking), references to underage drinking (I do not condone or promote these behaviours), angst to fluff

Description: Everyone knows that when Rindou and the reader break up, they always end up back together, but this time something feels off.

You and Rindou broke up every other week.

When people asked how long you’d been together, you’d argue for hours on end about which break-ups counted and which didn’t. You liked to say you’d been together five years — ignoring the break-ups that occurred in the middle. Rindou, on the other hand, was adamant that every little break-up counted.

Yes, that included the time you broke up with him because he wouldn’t let you buy two of the same dress just in case something happened to the first one. It included the time he broke up with you because you absolutely demolished him in Monopoly. It included the time you broke up with him because he didn’t come home for five days straight. It included the time he broke up with you because he didn’t want to see you get deep enough into his gang business that you couldn’t get out.

So, after five years of dating — or three weeks, by Rindou’s standards — it became relatively obvious to everyone including yourselves that no little issue could actually spell the end of your relationship. The two of you were invariably intertwined. Star-crossed. At any given point in time, the most important person to you was him, and to him was you. There was nothing, truly nothing, that you couldn’t overcome together.

Except this break-up was different.

You could taste it in the air. Bitter. Empty. Soulless. There was hatred there, between you and Rindou, and it seemed that star-crossed lovers were truly just a thing of fiction.

It started out as just a petty argument. You had pointed out an engagement ring at the local jewellery store that you thought was just the most gorgeous thing in the world. It was vintage, from the mid-nineteen-twenties, and it was perfectly your size. You suggested, only half-jokingly, that he buy it and keep it in his pocket for the right time. Afterall, you were twenty and neither of you were getting any younger. But for some reason, some stupid, stupid reason, he completely freaked out.

“I’m not ready for that, Y/n!” Rindou’s head whipped around so his cold, violet gaze bore holes right through you. “How am I even supposed to know you’re the right person for me?”

The very same eyes that had just sent a chill through your entire body then betrayed his composure. Like a mirror struck by bad luck, they shattered, softened, and tried to reason with you wordlessly.

“We’ve been together five years and you don’t know if you want to marry me one day?” You asked him, both furious and heart-broken.

“Three weeks,” he said. Muscle memory. That was always his response to the whole ‘five years’ accusation, it was supposed to be funny, but in the moment it reeked of this sense that he was sick of you — ashamed of you, even.

Rightfully, you stormed out of the store, but he was hot on your heel, pleading with you to just stop and listen to him. By the time you had your keys in the lock of the driver’s door to your car, he was practically on his knees. It was a mistake, he didn’t mean anything by it, you had to understand that he was just so caught off-guard!

“Caught off-guard?” You scoffed, “How could you be caught off-guard when we’ve been together this long?”

“We break up so often, Y/n, I just didn’t think…” He didn’t know what to say, or how to justify his reaction. Rindou knew that at some point in your lives the two of you would probably be married, but he hadn’t really thought too seriously about it.

You rolled your eyes, “Take your brother, and get out of my house.”

For the next month, Rindou and his brother, Ran, crashed at Madarame’s. Ran had been whining the entire time about how much of a downgrade their living situation was since Madarame’s apartment stunk of his horrible cologne, and none of them were as good at cooking as you. You’d received about a dozen phone calls a week from him, each one begging you to either forgive Rindou, or at the very least, drop a meal off for them.

“We aren’t friends anymore, Ran, Rindou has ruined everything. Don’t call me again,” you told him eventually.

Everyone was feeling the effects of the break-up. Gang violence in Roppongi was at an all-time-high because Rindou was beating so many people up just to expel as much of the anger as he could. In meetings with the rest of Rokuhara Tandai, he was hardly focused, and would walk out having no idea what had just been discussed.

Rindou’s friends had tried in vain to convince him that this break-up was just the same as all the others — that the two of you would be back together in no time — but even they weren’t sure it was true. The days were getting longer, they were being drawn out into an agonising picture of the proverbial end, four horsemen and all, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that you weren’t interested in getting back together with him. It had just been so long.

It was unsettling to Rindou when he saw you for the first time since the day he moved out of your house. You didn’t notice him as he took in the dark semicircles under your tired eyes, and the slight limp you were carrying yourself with, and he was glad you didn’t. He could tell you hated him — he could feel the hatred oozing out of your pores and spreading all across the grocery store you were shopping in. There was no chance of you ever getting back together. He had just fucked up way too badly.

The past five weeks had been hell for you.

You had sprained your ankle really badly when you kicked your couch violently only moments after throwing all Rindou and Ran’s things at them from your front porch. Daily living had become far too difficult to handle on your own. The shelves in your kitchen were always too high to reach, so Rindou would grab things from them for you, but with him gone you had to maneuver yourself onto the counter with your one good leg and pray to God that you wouldn’t fall. The doctor had told you not to drive for as long as it took to get full rotation back in your ankle, so you were having to walk everywhere. You’d been late to work almost every day.

Despite everything, it would’ve been at least helpful to have Rindou around. Whenever something like this would happen to you, he was always there. Once, when you broke up after he got put in juvie, and you were having a rough time adjusting, he sent some of his friends (goons) to help you cook, and clean, and stay on top of your homework. You sighed at how nice it would’ve been to have that kind of support.

Between the constant calls from Ran, you’d also spoken to Madarame and Kakucho on the matter. Madarame had called before he realised the severity of the break-up to ask when you’d be “having your boys home” because he was sick of not being able to bring girls back to his house. Kakucho, on the other hand, had shown up at your door in his Rokuhara Tandai uniform, disrespecting a rule you had put in place that they weren’t to bring their gang affiliations anywhere near your house.

“Walk with me,” he ordered, and ignored you as you started to preach about how he had no right to speak to you that way. Together, you walked silently through the city, your eyes stuck to the concrete rivers you navigated through.

“Where are we going?” You asked him eventually, bored of the awkwardness and of being told off by some kid.

“Whatever’s happened, you need to forgive him,” Kakucho said, “You know you’re going to anyway, so I really don’t understand what all this mess is about.”

You scoffed, “He hasn’t apologised.” He frowned, so you continued, “Kakucho, he hasn’t so much as called me! I’m terrified that I overreacted, or that I didn’t try hard enough to resolve it… I - I really don’t know what to do. I think he hates me.”

When Kakucho didn’t say anything in return, you left him in the middle of Roppongi by himself, and went home to drown your sorrows in the beers still left in the fridge.

The alcohol relieved some of the pressure of the tense break-up, and that was more than a good enough reason for you to decide to get drunk every night for the next three days. Some of your friends from high school invited you out clubbing that Thursday, and you hadn’t the mind to refuse them. So, you got dressed up in your shortest black dress, and your best pair of heels (you had to redo your makeup after remembering they were a birthday gift from Rindou), and you skipped the line at a club owned by an acquaintance of Mocchi’s.

Inside, you were passed shots by every guy who managed to get within a one-metre radius of you. Nothing like that had happened to you in so long since it was just common knowledge through Roppongi that you more or less belonged to Rindou. You supposed that everyone knew that you were completely, definitely single for the first time in five years, and were taking the opportunity presented to them.

As you threw back another shot of fireball, cringing at the taste, your arm was grabbed by an all-too-familiar hand. Violet eyes made contact with yours, and a spark of electric panic — or perhaps it was passion — jolted through you until you took in the rest of the person’s appearance and realised it was not, in fact, Rindou, but Ran.

“Y/n!” He shouted over the ear-destroying-ly loud music, but you couldn’t tell whether you were actually hearing him or just reading his lips. He was grinning with delight. “What the hell are you doing here? Are you here to see Rindou?”

You bit your lip and frowned as you stretched your neck to search behind Ran, “Is he here?” You asked.

“Yeah, duh, we always come here. I’m starting to worry that you won’t get back together at all, the rate this is going!” Ran chuckled, but you just stared at him, mortified, and stole the wallet from his pocket. “Wait — Hey!”

Turning back to the bar, you ordered another three shots with Ran’s card, and downed them all as fast as possible. By the time you were done, your eyes were beginning to water, and you could feel the last three, or four, or maybe it was eight shots starting to settle in.

“Oh… Princess… Come, let’s sit down somewhere,” he cooed and you tried to scrunch your nose at the nickname, but you were falling way too far and way too fast into the alcohol spiral to have full control of your facial muscles.

Ran carried your stumbling form to a circular booth on the side of the dance floor, and slid you through to the back, resting your head on someone’s shoulder to your right. He rubbed circles on your arm as a couple tears escaped the pool at the bottom of your eyes. Above you, you could vaguely hear the owner of the shoulder trying to quietly yell at Ran, so you pulled your head off of him to give him some space. As you did just that, you caught a glimpse of the shoulder-owner in question.

“Rindou?” You gasped, your voice so loud it was clear over the music.

A glance back at Ran who was sitting there with a shit-eating grin, then you were right back to looking at Rindou. His pupils were just as large as yours, and his eyes open so wide that his irises were just spots of violet in an ocean of white. His blue and blond hair was so gracefully framing his cheeks, neck, and collarbone that you thought you might faint just at the sight, and he was wearing an old Adidas tee that sat perfectly on his body.

“Y/n,” Rindou breathed. He reached a hand out towards you, and you let him stroke your cheek with his thumb.

“You didn’t call,” you pouted, and your tears started to pour down over his fingers.

Rindou signalled that it was time for the other people in the booth to leave, and they did so with an ounce of hesitance. Boys were always more nosy than they were given credit for, especially the ones Rindou was friends with.

“I thought you hated me,” said Rindou in a sombre tone.

The only thing keeping your head from rolling backwards was his hand holding you up, and you were glad for it, as it gave you the visibility to squint at him. After the many, many, many times you had taken him back, how could he possibly think that one fight about a possible marriage would make you hate him? You were angry, sure, but only for a couple days. It had softened to sadness so quickly that you’d given yourself whiplash.

You reminded him of a half-dozen of the past break-ups. The time he threw you into a puddle of mud right before a school assembly, the time he joked about sleeping with one of your closest friends, the time he forgot to get you a birthday present, and all the others. He was prone to mistakes, but he always learnt from them. He was always trying so hard to do right by you. And you always took him back.

“I could never hate you, you’re the most important person in my life, Rindou.” His face lit up. “When you didn’t call me immediately, I thought I’d completely overreacted and pushed you away! I thought you hated me.”

For every break-up caused by Rindou, another had been caused by you, you were a dysfunctional couple like that, and both of you always resorted to the extremities rather than just sitting down and talking about your emotions. When you were twelve, you misplaced the study notes for the maths test he had the next week; when you were fifteen, you would flirt with adults outside of liquor stores to get them to buy you drinks; when you were seventeen, you stood him up on your anniversary. He broke up with you each time, and each time you always ended up back together.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said. I do want to marry you one day,” Rindou explained.

You slipped your hand under his, and shooed him away from your face, “You had a point, though.” He tilted his head in confusion. “We break up all the time. We’re not exactly stable enough to be thinking of marriage… In truth, I think we’re a bad couple. Toxic, even.”

“Don’t say that. We’ve been together five years!” He said with a mix of anger and light humour.

“We’re not even together right now, Rin,” you told him matter-of-factly, though your words had slurred together a little, taking much of the authority out of them.

“Take me back, then,” he suggested, but you shook your head and then gagged at the motion.

Rindou helped you up and out of the club, and the two of you sat on the side of the building, feeling the vibrations of the music beating through your bodies. The streets were busy with people, but it was so quiet in comparison to what the last few hours had been for you that you revelled in it like silence. While you vomited a couple times (you got a bit of it on one of your heels which prompted you to vomit once more), Rindou held your hair back.

Once you were finished, you leaned against him, and his hand wrapped around your waist to hold on to you so securely that you could tell he was scared it would be the last time he ever got the chance to do so. You looked up at the sky, but the lights of the city were so bright that there were no stars up there to guide you.

“Do you think we’re meant to be together?” You asked Rindou, “Like, do you think that, in another universe or timeline or whatever, we’d be together as well?”

He took a deep breath in, “All I know is that if I got the chance to live my life all over again, I would choose to do it all the same.”

“You love your life that much?” You smiled softly.

“I love you that much.”

In a predictable turn of events, you would find yourself waking up in your bed the next morning, Rindou by your side. Your house would be full of his and his brother’s things by day’s end, with a letter of gratitude placed in your mailbox by Madarame, and the very ring that had caused the whole mess sitting on your breakfast bar. You would ask your boyfriend to explain himself, and he’d shrug and reply that it was just a promise. He was going to put it somewhere safe, and one day, when the two of you had been break-up-free for a sufficient amount of time, you’d get the chance to wear it.

But in that moment outside the club, you didn’t much care to think how your morning would be. The breeze was cold, but you could taste the air, and it tasted like bliss.

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yanyandam · 3 months ago

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Heyy!! 🩷 can i ask for a Tenjiku!Rindou in a secret relationship with Reader? she has connections with Toman (idk she’s related or close friend of someone like Mikey or Mitsuya). like a fluff or angst scenario, as you see this scenario better.

THANKS FOR REQUESTING!! Okay. This was supposed to be some angsty hcs and then BAM! It ended up as a longass oneshot. Stay with me now. I chose MITSUYAAA as the close friend

UNSERIOUS. - Tenjiku!Rindou x fem!Reader

Midnight had already passed, and yet, here you were, sitting on the cold, uncomfortable seat of the last tram of the night. The flickering fluorescent lights above cast a dim light, while the city blurred past the window, a mosaic of neon signs slipping through the alleys. Tokyo never truly slept, but at this hour, it belonged to the restless souls.

And you? What the hell were you doing here?

Oh I see, a guy huh? A strange kind of delinquent, someone caught between respect and fear. That one name whispered in the darker corners of the city, known for both his sadistic streak and his undeniable talent as a DJ. A dangerous game.

You had met him barely two months ago. A simple encounter, at least on the surface. A warm summer night, a park in the middle of the city, you and your friends laughing under the streetlights. And him, leaning against a railing, watching the crowd with a lazy gaze, like a predator feigning boredom. He had noticed you. Said you were the prettiest one there. You had felt his stare before he even approached. He had charmed you effortlessly, not with sweet words, but with something else. Something unpredictable.

And just like that, everything had happened too fast. Too damn fast. Two months of stolen moments, of diving headfirst into something you no longer had control over. He had a way of pulling you into his world without warning, making you lose all reason without even trying. Proof? He had sent you a single message.

"Wanna meet up?"

And without thinking, without hesitating, you had grabbed your phone, your bag, and hopped onto this goddamn tram past midnight.

—

He was waiting for you.

Standing in front of the train station, leaning casually against a sleek black motorcycle, Rindou Haitani exuded effortless cool. His arms were crossed over his chest, his posture relaxed, but his sharp, intelligent eyes flickered with something unreadable as he watched the arriving passengers step off the platform. He spotted you. You dashed towards him, your steps quick and eager, your heart hammering against your ribs with excitement. The moment your eyes locked onto his, a bright smile stretched across your lips. “Rindou!”

Without hesitation, you threw yourself into his arms, wrapping him in a warm, enthusiastic hug. His body stiffened slightly at the sudden affection. He wasn’t the type to openly reciprocate such gestures, not out of cruelty, but simply because it wasn’t in his nature. Still, he let you hold him, his hands staying at his sides, his only response being a small, amused exhale through his nose.

After a second, he pulled back slightly, tilting his head down to look at you, his lips curling into a tiny but sincere smile.

“So, my pretty girl,” he murmured, his voice smooth, teasing.

Your eyes immediately drifted to the motorcycle parked beside him, its polished chrome gleaming under the soft glow of the setting sun. Your excitement bubbled over as you pointed at it. “Ohh, you have a motorcycle?! You never told me that!” Rindou let out a small chuckle, reaching up to adjust the round sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. His fingers slid through his blonde-and-blue hair, pushing back a few strands that had fallen into his face.

“Tell me,” he said with a smirk, “what’s the first word in ‘BIKEr’?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “Pfft, don’t act all intellectual with me.” Your gaze drifted downward, finally noticing the outfit he was wearing. The long coat, the crisp black fabric, the embroidered kanji on the sleeves, it screamed gang affiliation. Your brow furrowed slightly as you eyed it. “What’s with this weird uniform you’re wearing?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Rindou followed your gaze, glancing down at his attire as if he’d momentarily forgotten what he had on. Then, he shrugged. “What, you don’t like it?”

“No, no…” you hesitated, then offered him a small, genuine smile. “You actually look really good in it…”

Before you could finish your sentence, he cut in, a habit of his. Not out of rudeness, but because he had a way of controlling conversations, steering them in the direction he wanted. “It’s Tenjiku.” His tone was casual, but there was weight behind the words. “My gang. Make sure you remember that name, alright? If anyone ever gives you trouble–”

You didn’t even let him finish before jumping in excitedly. “I just tell them my boyfriend is in Tenjiku!” you said with a triumphant grin.

Rindou blinked, the amusement in his eyes growing as his smirk widened. “Your boyfriend, huh? So we’re already at that stage?” A playful laugh bubbled from your lips, and you tilted your head at him.

“Haha… I mean, not seriously. Not yet, anyway.” Before he could throw another teasing remark your way, you stood on your tiptoes, pressing a quick, feather-light kiss to his cheek. It was soft, barely there, but it was enough to make his breath hitch just for a second. His fingers twitched at his sides, as if debating whether to react, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he exhaled, shaking his head with an amused chuckle. “Hop on,” he said, patting the seat of his motorcycle.

Without a moment’s hesitation, you swung your leg over, settling behind him. The leather seat was firm but comfortable, and the feeling of the powerful machine beneath you sent a small thrill through your veins. You wrapped your arms around his waist instinctively, pressing your body against his back. He stiffened slightly at first, still getting used to the physical closeness, but then he relaxed. With a low rumble, the engine came to life beneath you. The vibrations hummed against your legs as Rindou revved the throttle, his fingers expertly twisting the handle. The headlights cut through the early evening haze, illuminating the road ahead.

He glanced back over his shoulder, his voice carrying over the soft growl of the engine. “Hold on tight.” And with that, the motorcycle lurched forward, carrying the both of you into the fading light of the city.

The wind whipped past your face, tangling your hair and sending an exhilarating rush through your veins. The world around you blurred into streaks of neon signs, car headlights, and distant city sounds. You could feel the steady rise and fall of Rindou’s breathing beneath your hands as you clung to him, your fingers gripping the fabric of his Tenjiku coat. There was something intoxicating about this.

Rindou was silent for most of the ride, focused on the road, but every now and then, he would glance at you through the side mirror, his lips twitching in amusement at how wide your eyes were, how your excitement was practically radiating off you.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of weaving through streets and alleys, he pulled into an empty parking lot overlooking the city skyline. The motorcycle came to a smooth stop, and he let out a breath before cutting the engine. The sudden silence was almost deafening.

You hesitated for a moment before loosening your grip around his waist, your hands sliding away as he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows against the handlebars. He didn’t say anything at first, just stared out at the horizon. You swung your leg over the bike, standing beside him as you took in the view.

“Wow…” you breathed, “this is amazing.” He hummed in agreement but didn’t turn to face you.After a moment, Rindou finally broke the quiet.

“You really meant it, huh?” he asked, his voice lower than before.

You turned to him, confused. “Meant what?”

He exhaled again, tapping the ash from his cigarette. “What you said earlier. About me being your boyfriend.”

Your cheeks warmed slightly, but you held his gaze, a small smile playing on your lips. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared at you, as if trying to decipher something. Then, with a soft chuckle, he shook his head. “You’re something else, you know that?”

You grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He smirked, flicking the cigarette away before turning fully to face you. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice softer this time. “I guess it was.”

The night air was cool, wrapping around you in a soft breeze as you and Rindou sat together by his motorcycle. The city lights twinkled in the distance, casting a warm glow over the horizon. It was quiet, until your phone buzzed in your pocket, breaking the stillness. You pulled it out without thinking, unlocking the screen to check the message.

Taka: "Hey, can you babysit the girls tomorrow? I’ll owe you one."

A small smile tugged at your lips. Rindou, who had been leaning back against his motorcycle with his arms crossed, raised an eyebrow at the way your expression softened. “Who’s that?” he asked, his voice casual but laced with curiosity. You glanced up at him briefly before replying.

“Oh, just a friend. A really close one, actually. He asks me to babysit his little sisters sometimes.” Rindou’s gaze flickered with something unreadable. He exhaled sharply through his nose, tilting his head slightly. “Babysit?” he echoed, narrowing his eyes.

You nodded, thumbs flying over your screen as you typed back a quick response to confirm that you were available. “Yeah. He’s got two little sisters, and he’s always busy, so I help out whenever I can.”

Rindou’s expression remained neutral, but his posture shifted ever so slightly, tense. Something about this didn’t sit right with him. “What’s his name?” he asked, keeping his voice steady.

You didn’t hesitate. “Mitsuya. Mitsuya Takashi.”

Everything stopped. For a moment, you thought even the wind had died down. Rindou’s entire body went rigid, his relaxed stance disappearing in an instant. His fingers curled against his arms, his jaw tightening. Mitsuya. A division captain of Toman, the Tokyo Manji Gang. Tenjiku’s rival. One of the people Rindou was fully prepared to kill if it came down to it. And you were close to him? Babysat his sisters? Cared about him? There was no way. No way in hell he could be seen dating someone with those kinds of ties. If anyone in Tenjiku found out, it wouldn’t just be trouble, it would be a full-blown disaster. His position in the gang would be questioned, his loyalty doubted. Worse than that… if it ever came to a real fight between Tenjiku and Toman, and he was the one who had to take Mitsuya down, where would that leave you?

He exhaled slowly through his nose, forcing himself to stay calm. He needed an excuse. Something to put distance between the two of you before this got messy. But he had to be careful. If he made it too obvious, you’d start asking questions. So, he kept his voice light, tilting his head at you with an exaggerated look of boredom.

“That’s annoying.”

You blinked at him, confused. “Huh? What is?”

He rolled his shoulders, looking away like he didn’t care much. “You hanging around some other guy all the time.”

You snorted. “Oh, please. It’s not like that. Mitsuya’s basically like a brother to me.” Wrong answer. That made it even worse. Rindou hummed, pretending to think it over. He needed to come up with something believable. “Still…” He frowned slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t really like it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “What, are you jealous?” you teased.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Not jealous. Just don’t like it.”

You tilted your head at him, sensing something deeper in his tone. “Why, though? You don’t even know him.” Yeah. That was the problem. He did know him. And if he ever had to, he wouldn’t hesitate to put Mitsuya in the ground. This wasn’t about jealousy, it was about danger. Rindou took a slow breath, schooling his expression into something unreadable before glancing back at you. “I dunno. Just feels off, y’know?” He shrugged, playing it cool. “Doesn’t sit right with me. You babysitting some dude’s sisters all the time.”

You frowned slightly, crossing your arms. “Well, tough. I’ve been helping Mitsuya for years, and I’m not about to stop just because you think it ‘feels off.’” A sharp flicker of irritation passed through Rindou’s eyes, but he didn’t let it show on his face. He needed to get you to back off from Mitsuya, without making it obvious why.

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Whatever. Do what you want.” But his tone had changed. It was subtle but there was something different about the way he said it. Cold. Distant. Like he was already pulling away.

That was intentional.

Rindou knew exactly how to play this. He wasn’t going to tell you the real reason he suddenly had a problem with this. No, he was going to make you think you were the one ruining things. He started turning away slightly, like he was already losing interest. “Just don’t come crying to me when this guy starts getting in the way.” His voice was flat, dismissive. “I don’t do second place.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “Wait—what?”

He shrugged. “You heard me.”

You stared at him, trying to read him, trying to understand what just shifted between you two. A few minutes ago, he had been teasing you, smirking, flirting. But now? Now, it was like he was withdrawing. It wasn’t outright rejection, but it felt like one. Your chest tightened slightly. “Rindou, are you seriously upset about this?”

He sighed, tilting his head like you were just so much trouble. “Not upset. Just done talking about it.” And with that, he swung a leg over his motorcycle, gripping the handlebars like he was ready to leave. You knew what this was. This was him pushing you away. Making you feel like you had done something wrong. And the worst part? It was working. You clenched your fists. “I don’t get you.” He smirked at that, just a little, just enough to let you know he had won this round. “Yeah,” he said, revving the engine. “You wouldn’t.” And with that, he left you standing there in the dim glow of the city lights, the sound of his motorcycle fading into the distance.

You didn’t know the real reason for his sudden coldness. But he did. And it had everything to do with the fact that you were close to someone he was willing to kill.

The silence was unbearable. For two full days, you hadn’t heard a word from Rindou. Not a single call. No teasing texts. Nothing. At first, you told yourself it didn’t bother you. You weren’t going to be one of those people who stared at their phone, waiting for someone to reach out. But, as the hours stretched into a full day, and then another, you couldn’t ignore the small, nagging ache in your chest. Had you really messed things up?

You replayed the conversation over and over in your head, trying to pinpoint the exact moment things went south. Was it when you told him about Mitsuya? It made no sense. Rindou was the one acting weird, like he had a problem with something that shouldn’t even concern him. And yet, somehow, you were the one feeling guilty. Then, on the second night, just as you were about to give up and fall asleep, your phone screen lit up.

Rindou: "Hey. Sorry about the other day."

You stared at the message for a long moment, biting your lip. Then, another text popped up.

"I was being an asshole. Let me make it up to you."

And another.

"Tomorrow. Just you and me."

A part of you wanted to be stubborn, to make him wait, to punish him for pushing you away without an explanation. But another part of you, the bigger part, just missed him. And so, without overthinking it, you typed back:

"Fine. You owe me."

His reply came almost instantly.

"Yeah, yeah. I know."

You couldn’t see him, but you just knew he was smirking.

The next evening, Rindou showed up outside your place, leaning against his motorcycle like nothing had ever happened. The golden glow of the setting sun caught in his hair, giving him an almost ethereal look. He was wearing his usual casual-but-effortlessly-cool outfit. But his expression was different this time. Softer. When you stepped outside, he looked up at you and exhaled a small breath, almost like he had been holding it in.

“Hey.”

You crossed your arms. “Took you long enough.”

He let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, yeah. I deserved that.”

A pause. Then, “You still mad?”

You wanted to be. You really did. But seeing him again, seeing that tiny flicker of something in his eyes made it impossible to stay angry. So instead, you sighed dramatically. “I’ll think about forgiving you.”

Rindou grinned. “Fair enough. Get on.” And just like that, it was as if nothing had changed. You wrapped your arms around him as he took off, the familiar hum of the motorcycle vibrating beneath you. The wind tangled in your hair, and for the first time in two days, you felt something light again.

He took you to a quiet place on the outskirts of the city, a hidden little spot near a river, where the streetlights reflected off the water in long, golden streaks. You sat on a bench together, sharing a bag of snacks, AND BEER, from a nearby convenience store. It was simple. Comfortable. And then, out of nowhere, Rindou spoke.

“We gotta keep this quiet.”

You turned to him, frowning. “What?”

He exhaled, stretching his arms over the back of the bench. “Us.” He glanced at you from the corner of his eye. “No one can know.”

Something in your chest tightened. “Why?” Rindou was silent for a moment, drumming his fingers against his knee. Then, he shrugged. “It’s just easier that way.” Easier? You stared at him, something cold creeping into your veins. “So what, you don’t want people knowing you’re with me?”

He groaned, tilting his head back. “It’s not like that.” You narrowed your eyes. “Then what is it like?” Rindou turned to you then, and for the first time since you’d known him, he looked… conflicted. Like there were a hundred things he wanted to say but couldn’t. Finally, he exhaled sharply. “Just trust me on this, alright?”

You frowned, searching his face for answers. But he wasn’t giving you any. “Fine,” you muttered. “Whatever.” For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Then, Rindou nudged your knee with his. “Hey.” You glanced at him, still sulking.

He smirked. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips despite yourself. “Shut up.” And just like that, the tension melted away. For now.

The night had been perfect. But the moment you arrived back home, that perfect feeling vanished. Because Mitsuya was there.

Waiting. He stood in front of your house, arms crossed over his chest, a dark look shadowing his usually calm features. Your stomach dropped. Oh, no. Thank God I’m not you. Rindou pulled up on his bike, but the second he spotted Mitsuya, his body tensed. His fingers gripped the handlebars a little tighter. “Who the hell…” he muttered, trailing off.

You swallowed hard, quickly swinging off the motorcycle before things could get worse. “Mitsuya?” you called hesitantly. His gaze snapped to you, and his expression darkened.

“Inside. Now.”

Rindou scoffed behind you. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

Mitsuya ignored him completely. His sharp violet eyes stayed locked on you. “We need to talk.” Your heart pounded. You hesitated, glancing back at Rindou, but he was already slipping into that unreadable, cold version of himself, the one that masked every emotion. The tension in the air was suffocating. You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Fine.” Rindou watched as you followed Mitsuya inside, but he didn’t leave. No, he stayed right where he was, sitting on his bike, jaw clenched, watching like a predator.

–

The second the door closed, Mitsuya turned to you, his fists clenched at his sides. “Tell me it’s not true.”

Your stomach twisted. “Tell you what’s not true?”

His jaw tightened. “That you’re messing around with Haitani.” You inhaled sharply. So, he knew. “Who told you?” you asked carefully. Mitsuya let out a bitter laugh. “Does it matter?” You opened your mouth, but he didn’t let you speak.

“Do you even know what kind of guy he is?” His voice was rising now, his usual composure slipping. “Do you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into?”

Your heart pounded. “Mitsuya—”

“He’s a killer.”

The words hit you like a slap.

You froze. “What?”

Mitsuya’s eyes burned with something between fury and desperation. “You heard me. He’s not just some gang member, [Name]. He’s already killed someone. He went to juvie for it.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Mitsuya took a step closer, his expression fierce. “And you think it’s a good idea to be involved with someone like that?” Anger surged through you.

“That’s none of your damn business, Mitsuya.”

His eyes widened slightly. “None of my—? [Name], I’m trying to protect you!”

“I don’t need protection!” you shot back. “And you don’t get to decide who I see!” Mitsuya stared at you, disbelief flashing across his face. You took a shaky breath. “I’m not a kid, Mitsuya. Stay out of it.”

The silence between you was deafening. Then, finally, Mitsuya exhaled, shaking his head. “You’re making a mistake.”

Maybe. But it was your mistake to make.

At first, it was just murmurs. A few stolen glances in the hallways, whispers barely loud enough to catch. People had started talking. You noticed it at school, on the streets, even in places where no one should have known. It spread like wildfire, the rumors about you and Rindou Haitani. And then, the whispers became glares. At first, it was just from the usual people, Toman members, friends of Mitsuya. People who cared about who you were seen with.

But then it got worse. It wasn't just judgment anymore. It was resentment. Hushed voices turned into loud warnings. Friends started avoiding you. Even strangers would throw you dirty looks if you so much as walked past them. It became impossible to ignore. You and Rindou had tried to keep things quiet, but nothing stayed a secret forever. And in a world like this, your relationship was a problem. And it was only a matter of time before things exploded.

You should have seen it coming. The tension between Toman and Tenjiku had been bubbling beneath the surface for months, but now? Now, it had boiled over. Gang fights weren’t unusual, it was just part of the world they lived in. But this? This was different. Because this time, it wasn’t just some random fight in an alleyway. This was planned. One by one, Toman’s division captains were attacked. Different locations. Different times. All in one night.

And one of them was Mitsuya.

The moment you got the call, your blood turned to ice. Mitsuya was in the hospital.

You didn’t hear the rest. You barely even remembered grabbing your phone, barely remembered breathing as you started calling Rindou over and over again.

Ring. No answer. Ring. Still nothing.

Rindou, pick up! Pick up. Ring. Oh?

The call connected. “What the fuck do you want?” His voice was sharp, annoyed. Like he already knew why you were calling. Your hands were shaking.

“Rindou,” you breathed. “Tell me it wasn’t you.” Silence. Your pulse pounded in your ears.

“...So what if it was?” It felt like the floor had vanished beneath you. You nearly dropped your phone.

“You—” Your voice caught in your throat. “You attacked him?”

“You really exploded my phone for this?”

Rage ignited in your chest. “Because it’s Mitsuya!”

“So?” Rindou snapped. “What do you want me to say, huh? That I feel bad?”

“You—” Your voice cracked. “You put him in the hospital!!”

“He’s not dead.”

“That’s not the fucking point, Rindou!”

“Then what is the point?” he snapped. “What do you want me to say? You’re acting like I had a choice, like I woke up and thought, ‘Oh, yeah, let’s go beat the shit out of Mitsuya for fun.’” Although that alternative scenario wasn’t impossible.

Something inside you shattered. “Was it because of me?” A heavy silence.

Then, Rindou let out a laugh. “Are you serious?”

Your stomach twisted. “Just—just tell me.”

“You really think the whole world fucking revolves around you?”

His voice was sharp. Angry. Your breath hitched. He never spoke to you like that.

“You think I did this because of you?” he continued, voice laced with irritation. “News flash, princess, this has nothing to do with you.” He wasn’t finished. “You think you’re that important? That I’d risk my gang, my life, over some girl? Get over yourself.”

Your heart clenched. “Then why was it you?” Your voice was smaller now. Weaker. Rindou sighed, annoyed. “I got assigned. That’s it. A fucking coincidence.”

A coincidence. Mitsuya’s blood, on his hands. Instead, your voice broke. “You’re a monster.” The line was quiet. He had hung up.

Rindou hadn’t stopped thinking about her. No matter how much he tried to shove it down, drown it in the chaos of gang wars and grudges, her voice still echoed in his head. The way she had sounded over the phone: hurt, betrayed, disgusted. And yet, the thing that stung the most? She had called. She had cared. Even after everything, after all the whispers and warnings, after knowing what he was, she had still called him first. But she had also called him a monster. And he couldn’t even fucking blame her. Because wasn’t he?

He had hurt someone she loved. He had stained his hands with blood, not thinking about the consequences, not thinking about her. And now, she hated him for it. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe that was what needed to happen. Because if she hated him, then she wouldn’t be thinking about him anymore. She wouldn’t be looking for him. And she wouldn’t get caught in the middle of something that would end with him in a cell or a coffin. But still.

He missed her.

She should hate him. She wanted to.

After everything, after hearing him admit it so carelessly, after the way he had spoken to her, like she was nothing, like her feelings were nothing, she should have wanted nothing to do with him. But she didn’t. Instead, she found herself replaying that conversation, searching for something, anything, that would make it make sense. Rindou had never been cruel to her. Not like that. Sure, he could be an asshole. He was blunt, cocky, and sometimes reckless. But he had never spoken to her like he wanted to hurt her before.

And that’s what didn’t make sense. Because if he truly didn’t care, if she truly wasn’t important, then why had he even picked up her call in the first place? Why did his voice sound so hollow when he laughed? Why did it feel like he was lying? She wanted to believe there was an explanation. But maybe it didn’t matter anymore. Because no matter what she told herself, no matter how much she tried to justify it, Mitsuya was still in the hospital.

And Rindou was the reason why.

Two days before the war, Rindou finally reached out. A voicemail.

“Meet me. Now.”

It wasn’t a request. It was an order. She hesitated, thumb hovering over her screen. A part of her told her to ignore him, to cut him off the same way he had cut her down the other night. But she knew herself better than that. She needed closure. So, against her better judgment, she went.

He was waiting for her in an alleyway, leaning against the wall with his hands shoved into his pockets, looking like he hadn’t slept in days. His jaw was tense, his usual lazy smirk replaced with something sharper. Harsher. He barely looked at her when she approached.

“Wow,” she muttered. “No hello?”

He scoffed. “The fuck do you expect?”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re the one who told me to come.” Silence.

“I’m ending this.”

Her stomach twisted. “What?” Rindou exhaled, like this was exhausting for him. Like she was exhausting. “You and me. It’s done.” Her heart clenched. She had known it was coming. But hearing it still hurt.

“Why?” she whispered.

“Because I don’t fucking want you anymore.”

She took a step back, like he had just hit her. Rindou saw it, the way her face crumbled for just a split second before she forced herself to glare at him. And it killed him. But it had to be this way. If she stayed, she’d get dragged down with him. He had already done enough damage to her life, to her heart. She deserved better. Someone who wouldn’t pull her into a bloodstained world. So he clenched his fists, forced himself to look her in the eye, and went for the final kill.

“You were just something to pass the time.”

She sucked in a sharp breath. “You’re lying.”

He smirked coldly. “Am I?”

For a moment, she just stared at him. Then, she turned around and walked away. She didn’t yell. She didn’t cry. She didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. And as soon as she disappeared down the street, Rindou finally let himself breathe. Finally let himself feel the ache in his chest, the way his hands shook, the way his vision blurred for a moment.

And he told himself again and again, It had to be this way.

–

Two days later, the war erupted between the two gangs. 10:00PM. It was bloody. Brutal. Young deaths. The morning after, she turned on the news.

And there it was.

BREAKING NEWS: TENJIKU MEMBERS ARRESTED AFTER VIOLENT GANG CONFLICT.

Her breath caught in her throat.

There he was.

Rindou Haitani. Handcuffed, being dragged into the back of a police car with his brother, his head slightly lowered, his blonde-and-blue hair a mess. But what shattered her wasn’t the sight of him arrested. It was the look in his eyes. Because for the first time, he looked tired. And for the first time, he didn’t look like a monster. He just looked like a boy. A boy who had made too many mistakes.

A boy who had lost.

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